Office Politics/Blackmail-The Site, Pt. 2, Chapter 06

There wasn’t much to the meeting. Sherry was just thankful it wasn’t in the red trailer, what with her juices having soaked an arm of the couch. Mostly just introductions and Sherry taking notes regarding her upcoming work, and Jono letting the site managers know that Sherry was to be referred to as Ms. Vines by them, and to be treated with respect, which made her smile a bit, seeing Jono claim her. ‘Wait,’ she thought, ‘WHERE is this coming from?’ She had little time to consider it though, as she was filled with a mixture of afterglow, self-doubt, and dread. The first two were obvious, but the dread was what would be happening *after* this meeting. In due course, it came time.

“Ok Gents, good to see we are off to a good start,” Jono said as the meeting was breaking up. “Ms.Vines & I will be stopping by the red trailer, then back to the Office. Good to see you all.” Outside the trailer, Jono said “Allow me your arm, I want no doubt from this site who you are.” Walking arm in arm, Jono told her. “we have some things to discuss at the trailer, but I have to observe, you look damn-good on my arm.”

24hrs of Cum – The Prequel – The Legend of Bobbie the Beast [fM/fmm/fmmmmmmmmmm][con/non-con]

I have gotten a lot of questions over the last couple weeks of posting my diary online. The single most repeated question by far is “when did you start cheating on your husband”, followed closely by “when did you first realize you wanted to be a ‘cum dumpster’ and be used my random men”. I have been thinking about that a lot recently. I recently answered the first question, the answer to the second is a little bit more involved. Before I go further, I want to take a moment to assure you that what I am about to relay is the whole truth, and nothing but: save a few details to protect the more innocent. Make no mistake however, those who know this story will recognize me immediately, and to them I say “Fuck You” I still don’t care.

Birthday Surprise (Threesome/ MFF) Part I

You’d been teasing me about a birthday surprise all morning, convincing me to take a half day from work and come home early to see what you had for me. It must have taken a lot of effort, Liz had her car parked in the drive when I got there. I walk inside and hang my jacket on the coat rack and call out, not wanting to ruin the surprise by wandering around the house.

“We’re in here!” You tell back from the direction of our bedroom. Strange. I go to the door that’s cracked open and push it open to see you and Liz sitting on the bed.

“Surprise!” You yell in unison while I stare wide eyed at the two of you. A red lingerie set poorly veils your breasts, your nipples clearly visible under the sheer material. Liz is wearing a similar blue set, her breasts showing through as well. I can feel the heat in my face as I try not to look too hard at your best friends tits that are looking incredible in blue. I start to stammer and trip over my words before you interrupt me

Office Politics/Blackmail-The Site, Chapter 05

At his bark, Sherry found herself dropping her pants and bending over the couch. But why? WHY didn’t she do what any feminist would do, and stand up to this mere man? WHY was she allowing herself to be treated like this, like some kind of mindless piece of meat? She realized it was partly from fear, but again she had to admit, there was *something* that she found unsettlingly, powerfully erotic in all this, allowing herself to be dominated as she was.

She was snapped out of this thinking by Jono’s touch. He ran his hand over her shapely ass, in a smooth, light way. Sherry said, in a meek voice, “Sir, please don’t hit me, I-I haven’t done anything wrong. I even wore..”

“Yes-Yes, I see that have worn what I instructed,” Jono replied. “Woman, understand, I take care of what is mine. I wanted to make sure that this ass was as incredible as when I saw it yesterday…and it is.” He said with a smile.

The 24hrs of Cum : Prelude – The Uber Driver [Mf][Cheating-Wife]

I have gotten a lot of questions over the last couple weeks with regard to my diary entries that I have been posting here on Reddit. The single most repeated question by far is “when did you start cheating on your husband”, followed closely by “when did you first realize you wanted to be a ‘cum dumpster’ and be used my random men”. I have been thinking about that a lot recently. The answer to the first question is reasonably straightforward and I will tackle it first. The answer to the second is a little bit more involved, and I will save for a follow up post.

Office Politics/Blackmail-The Nextday, Chapter 04

(More character building! But hey, it gets good. Poor Sherry!)

As Sherry was getting ready for work, she kept thinking, ‘How could she have gotten herself into this?’ She thought. She had cried the entire way home. In the shower, she had a rage attack, screaming and throwing the bottle of shampoo. But no amount of emotion could change it – she was WAY in over her head, and she knew it. As she dried herself, she viewed her butt in the mirror. No real bruising, but it was bright red. As she pressed the towel into her vagina, she remembered how it felt to be invaded, forced, and even degraded. She shook her head to rid of the spot she found herself headed to. There was NO WAY a modern woman would enjoy that, NO WAY. So she forcibly shoved it from her mind. At that moment, her doorbell rang. Approaching the door slowly, she used the peephole to see it was a courier, holding a package . “What the world?” She said aloud, as she opened the door and signed off. For a moment, Sherry was again light headed. Inside was a note, it read “you Will wear the underwear in this package today. Be aware that you will be meeting with myself and HR when you get here. Jono.” Her stomach turned as she opened the package. In it was a very mice, royal blue pair of satin bikini panties, and a matching bra. The bra was a bit undersize for her B-cup breasts, but Sherry knew, she would have to wear it. After all, for the moment, she was owned. She sighed, and got dressed

[MF][Couple][Lazy Afternoon] The Couple

The low afternoon sun streamed through the partially open blinds of a large bay window. Casting an orange glow against the wall of the living room and illuminating the two figures sat loosely on the sofa. A young couple sitting slumped on the sofa, lazily watching the television in the corner of the room. The male of the pair, shifts slightly and unruffled his jeans. The man was in his mid twenties, a mess of brown hair moving down into a brown well kept beard. A t-shirt covering his athletic torso and jeans hugging his bottom half. Looking across to the young female to his side, She had a mess of long ginger hair falling down her back. Tracing down to a t-shirt that hugged her ample 32D breasts and exposed her toned stomach and navel. Moving below her stomach a short denim miniskirt scrunched up with her legs tucked onto the sofa, complete with white knee high socks.

“Hey Laura, Are you still watching this?”

“Yeah aren’t you interested Mike?”

“Nah…I might go grab something to eat”

Now imagine this J… (MFM)

“Is this it?” I wonder out loud as I pull my car up outside the nondescript brick apartment building. “Number 64.” Huh; not quite what I was expecting. End of the driveway, he said. I walk up the drive, a little purposefully, but it is an act: I don’t belong here.

The door for number three is there as promised. The brass number is a little tarnished and suddenly I am mindful of how quiet is is on a Tuesday morning. I try the door handle and find it unlocked, the door swinging open in my hand. A wave of cool air washes over me, clearly the air conditioning running to knock the last of summers humidity out of the air inside. “This will be good,” the first mindful thought I have since stepping out of the car, as I reflect on the leather bustier that creaks ever so softly with every movement I make under my dress.

The door closes noisily behind me and I cringe a little. Standing inside the bottom of a stairwell I look past the islander artifacts hanging from the walls and try to peer around the corner as I reach the top of the first flight. There they are.

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The 24hrs of Cum / Part 1 – Random Redditors [Fmmmmm][Wife-slut][Cum-Dump][Toilet-Whore]

Now that I have started down this road, I am not sure I know how to stop: I am not sure I want to. I feel things spinning further and further out of control. I am closer than ever to getting caught, and yet the urge to keep going is insatiable. I spent all of Sunday morning trying to convince my husband that nothing is wrong. I know he went through my phone, which I am careful to keep clean; I am certain he went through my laptop too, but I know he won’t find anything there. By the time lunch rolled around, I had him calmed down and after a sandwich and a quick and rather perfunctory blow-job in our bathroom, he headed out to take the kids to practice, as little league was getting underway and he likes to fancy himself an assistant coach, even if nobody appoints him. They would be gone most of the afternoon.

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