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Innocent Jilling Caught On Tape Pt. 2

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The buzzer on the dryer sounded, rousing Sara from her nap. She could faintly feel the buzz from the vibrator still there from hours ago. She couldn’t help feel a little excited about what was to come next. The first time she had played with herself in the library had been the most exciting not knowing if she had properly assessed the situation. Maybe someone would come catch her there. For months no one came and it had taken some of the thrill away. Maybe that’s why she had taken bigger chances going straight after tutor sessions, subconsciously hoping that one of her tutees would follow and share her secret spot with her. Well she had got her wish, however this isn’t exactly how she pictured things would go.

The morning with Bridge none the wiser had brought back that thrill she once had in the library, making the orgasm so much more intense once she left. Would this afternoon be much the same? No this would be an exponential risk. Wait had that man on the other end known this was some sort of fantasy that she desired? Was this what she desired? Read more »

Sometimes it takes more than an online test to figure out just how much of a brat you really are.

He knows I can get in my moods. My hormonal, pissy moods where I can be a bit short with everyone. He’s starting to realize that these moods are the best for putting me in my place.

I came home from work to dinner made and a hot bath already drawn for me. *hes buttering me up*, I told myself. I sip my wine in the bath and ponder what he’s up to.

As I drain the tub and throw on a bathrobe, I hear him moving from room to room. Opening doors, shuffling around boxes. He shuts the bedroom door as I leave the bathroom, instructing me not to go in there yet.

I made a sassy remark about doing what I want and move towards the door. Before I take more than two steps, he closes the gap between us and instantly has a fire in his eyes.

He puts his hands on my shoulders and presses me against the wall next to us. “I *said*” he begins, as one hand wraps around the back of my neck and grabs my hair; “not to go in there yet”. He’s kissing his way up and down my neck as he’s talking, sending goosebumps all over my body. Read more »

How I Became Addicted to Anal

After over a month of daily plugging I finally let hubby put his dick in my ass! Oh my lord what a show it was.. it was the best sex ever.

It had been nearly 3 years since the last time we tried anal. When we did, it was always awkward, rushed and even painful so eventually we stopped altogether.

About a month ago, we decided to give it another try- but not right away. The rules were simple: let’s wait until the time is right- no pressure, just wait. In the meantime, I agreed to train and stretch almost every day – the goal being, that when the time was right he would be able to painlessly and naturally slip his dick in my ass during playtime.

It started, as usual, like many playtimes had before. Our naked bodies clutched together, I could feel his dick filling out with every touch of my soft skin against his chest and every flick of my hot tongue on his neck. Read more »

The Slave Girl: Chapter 3 [mf] [BDSM] [slave] [noncon]

While I was waiting for the attendant to return with the paperwork, I studied my new slave. Whatever name I chose would likely influence how she saw herself and how I saw her. I worried about giving her a name that a freeperson might have, lest it confuse her, but I wasn’t sure I wanted her to have a traditional slave name either. Slaves tended to be called things like “Fuckholes” and “Cockwarmer”. While such names would certainly remind her of her place, they were a bit tasteless in my opinion. A slave needn’t be named something so garish to drive home their purpose. I kept stroking her, and she turned to look at me with the same intense stare that had initially brought her to my attention- like a deer in headlights, I thought. Maybe something like Doe would be suitable. As I gazed at her wide eyes and freckled body, inspiration struck. I would name my slave Chital, after a type of spotted deer I had seen on a summer trip to India in my college days. She had turned away again. I tugged on the hair I’d been stroking to get her attention. Read more »

A sissy’s first cock [Mm] [oral]

“I’m so glad you made it!” Jessica said as she opened the door. I walked in and received a big hug from her.

“Yeah this is gonna be a fun weekend!” I replied. Jessica grabbed my hand and pulled me through the house.

“I’ll introduce you to the other guests.” She told me. On the back porch overlooking the beach I saw two large black men sitting and drinking beer.

“Luke this is John,” pointing two the slightly smaller man, “and this is James.” The men stood up and we shook hands and introduced ourselves.

I had always kind of had a thing for Jessica. She worked just down the hall and seeing her made my day. But standing next to these two big muscular men, I felt so un masculine. How could I kid myself into thinking Jessica would want me when there are these strong sexy men all around her.

We continued on with the evening, going out to dinner at a nice beachfront restaurant. I couldn’t help but notice Jessica and John flirting more and more as the night progressed. I really had no chance with her. Read more »

The Slave Girl: Chapter 2 [mf] [BDSM] [slave] [noncon]

After about five minutes, a woman came in. She was older, likely in her 50s or 60s, but she had a no-nonsense air about her that even I found slightly intimidating. She had handcuffs, a gag, and a riding crop attached to her belt, and behind me I heard the slaves scuttle to the back of their kennels, clearly frightened. I gestured to the girl in the corner kennel, who was now pressed against the back wall of her kennel, curled into herself.

“That one has caught my attention, but as I’m sure you know, she’s a bit… different. What’s her story?”

“Oh I’m aware. She came to us in a very typical way. Got herself into some debt she couldn’t get out of, didn’t have enough assets to cover it when the bank came after her, so they took her instead. She’s what we call a natural. Once in a blue moon, we’ll get a girl in like her. Like all new slaves, they’re scared at first, and maybe they’ll put up a token fight, but it’s in their personality to want to please. It’s useful for us- saves time and resources. They don’t really need to be broken if they are eager to obey in the first place, you see?” Read more »

“It was great to see you”

She’s a cashier at a coffee shop. I went in and we were friendly with each other. We’d had that instant magnetic connection. I made it a weekly stop every week on the same day and build a rapport. I became a regular with every visit we get to know each other better.

There was just something about those blue eyes and dirty blonde hair. It was always unkempt and thrown up into a messy ponytail. As if she was rushing every morning to get in early and unlock the store. She wore those lightweight t shirts that outlined her curves and what kind of bras she wore.

I’d notice her eye color and imagine how her eyes look at me after we both came in each other’s arms. I’d notice how her hips swayed as she walked to the counter. As we talked about each other’s weekend and what we did with our spouses, I’d take note of her breasts while I maintained eye contact. I’d fantasize holding her hips from behind as I thrust strong and deep, and she held onto that counter that she takes my order at. I’d pay and we’d throw in a couple flirty compliments to each other as I leave. Read more »

The Arrangement/Chapter 23…I’M BAAAAACK!!!!

(Hey all! I have been away a few weeks – so sorry! But I am back now and adding tot eh story, hope y’all like this! To those not familiar, you can click the links below to get previous chapters, or in the search bar above, simply input “The Arrangment” and they will pop up…all 22 of them!)

Chap. 22 – [https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/bputr8/the_arrangement_chapter_22/](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/bputr8/the_arrangement_chapter_22/)

Dave was impressed with himself in that he was willing for another go, but really, getting to fuck someone like this did not happen to most guys his age, so he knew to make the most of it. Their time together had started oddly, but he was really enjoying where it was going, and was now thinking about pushing some of her limits. He enjoyed His woman pushing him down like this and throwing a leg over, but he had other ideas. As he accepted her kiss, he moved her ‘straddling’ knee so that His woman was again on top, but now he used that momentum to grab and roll her that now he was on top. Read more »

The Slave Girl: Chapter 1 [mf] [BDSM] [slave] [noncon]

I couldn’t believe I was doing this. Slavery had been legalized in my senior year of college, and ever since I had dreamed of the day I could finally buy my own slave-girl. After eight years of living well below my means, I had nearly paid off my college debt, purchased a modest home in a small city, and slowly amassed the exorbitant amount of money that was now stuffed in my wallet as I stepped into the nondescript warehouse building that housed the slave market. Slavers didn’t exactly take credit cards.

Once inside, I was surprised to find a rather sterile-looking lobby, not unlike a doctor’s office. I wasn’t sure what I’d expected- torches on the walls and the clatter of chains? A young woman sat behind a desk, her brow furrowed in concentration and her computer keyboard clacking away. I cleared my throat. She glanced up at me.

“Can I help you?”

I suddenly found myself nervous. I was silent for a moment before replying. “Yes, I was hoping to take a look at your available female slaves”.

“Ah. Just go through the door on the left and then the first door on your right. Good luck!” Read more »

Simple Machines [f] [femdom]

He looked up at me, his eyes seemingly more piercing blue than I’d noticed before. Perhaps it was the desperation making his eyes shine more brightly. He murmured something. If he was begging to be set free, I couldn’t understand him due to the gag in his mouth. He’d made me so wet earlier just by kissing my neck, so I’d fastened my panties snugly in his mouth. I knew the taste would make him desperate for me, and it seemed to be working. He murmured something again.

“Are you begging for more?”

He nodded yes.

“Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you. Say, ‘More please, Miss Molly.’” I teased.

Four muffled words barely escaped his mouth before I struck him across the face. “That’s better. Maybe next time you’ll do better to remember your manners,” I chided. I believe the next thing he attempted to say was, “Yes, Miss Molly.” Read more »