Actual English professor here – hope none of you guys are my students! WARNING – BDSM CONTENT.

I come crawling into the room on all fours up to where you sit on the couch. I look at you and after a short while, you nod and I take your pants down. Then you make me sit and wait while you restrain only my legs (a reason for this – stay tuned).

I crawl up to you again and with your permission, I take you in my mouth. I take ALL of you in my mouth. I have the ability to suppress my gag reflex and I deep throat you and all you hear is that "ugh, ugh, ugh" sound a woman makes when she is taking it deep, deep down the throat. You pull my hair, hard, and tell me what a good girl I am. I suck on you hard, so hard – like I am trying to get every inch of you inside of me. After a while, you start to cum and I suck you harder so I can get your whole load. It fills my entire mouth, and I swallow it while "mmmming." There is so much, that it drips down my face and onto the floor. I use my fingers to mop up my face and and then lick them slowly – you taste so good I need every single ounce of you. Then I lie face down while I lick the floor to get whatever was left behind.

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An Awakening Story

Hannah struggles with her weight most of her young life. She is always paranoid about weight gain. She would step on her weight scale dozens times a day. She is only 22 but she is hoping to stay in top shape until her 50s… How is she going to keep a hot guy if she gets fat? All married women in her family have already got out of shapes. They all looked beautiful and slim when they were younger, but once they hit 30s, they gained much more weight.

They are married with kids, which explains why they just let themselves go, and they just seem so… happy having done so. Many women do let go once they get married, especially in this country.

Not that she looks down at her family. They are loving people, hard working, and supportive of Hannah. Her mom always put her daughters first, then the rest of her family, before herself. There is no sign of dwindling love between her parents either. If anything, their connect gets stronger over the years, to the point where dad would frequently express public affection to mom. Hannah would pretend to have goosebumps, and act like shaking from cold, whenever her parents act too lovey dovey. Deep down she envies them, secretly longing for such unconditional love… then maybe one day she can just be herself, like her mom.

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Office Fun

I looked in the reflection, from the shiny black surface on the wall. I adjusted my stockings, dark and sheer with a thin line in the back, the problem with these stockings is because I'm so OCD with it. It has to be straight…at least at first. My shoes clacked as I walked up the stairs, high heels hitting the hard floors. The shoes were lacey, wrapped around my stocking covered feet. I walked through the door and I see you looking at me, as though waiting. You leaned forward on your desk intertwined your fingers into each other and rested your chin on top of the lattice. I stepped forward and closed your door behind me. Slightly nervous, I can feel your eyes burning into me up and down, slowly, assessing what I have chosen perhaps? White button down shirt, not quite see through, but definitely able to make out the black, lacey bra I had on underneath, black skirt waist height, split in the back almost to my ass.

Showing Off at the Dog Park

I like to tease and show off. I feel confident, powerful, and many times it is more exciting than having sex itself. Then again usually after showing off I am ready for sex but that is another situation all together. Yesterday I was taking Beaux for a walk and came across a dog park that actually had grass. I unhooked him and he took off sprinting around playing with the other dogs. I guess my work had interfered with me giving him enough exercise. I found a bench and sat down watching him play and run. I soon spotted a guy who had spotted me. He was wearing a ring and even though I was far from caring about that I just got the feeling that he would be a good one to have a little fun with. Our eyes met and I gave him a coy smile, he returned the smile and quickly looked away.
I was wearing a white girly cut t-shirt. A v-neck that went down just far enough to show off some good cleavage, very short sleeves that barely covered my shoulders. It was thick enough where it was not see through but because I rarely wear a bra my nipples could be easily seen with just a little stimulation. Below I was wearing a dark green skirt that came down to my knees. It was free flowing, I much prefer this because since I have been shaved, which has been a long time now, I like to feel the air on my bare skin. Panties? Only if I want to show them off, I like to be free. So we exchanged a few more looks and I decided it was time to give a good show. Just thinking about showing off is sometimes enough to get me started.
I started by very nonchalantly pulling my skirt up and massaging my knees. My legs were still together but I let my feet widen. I got this from watching Anime, seems like guys like this look.
I massaged my legs just above my knees like I was sore. I peeked and saw him staring at me and watching. That was all the encouragement I needed.
I continued to work my thighs inching ever so slowly upwards. I let my legs come apart just a bit as if to massage the inside thigh area. I purposely made eye contact and he quickly looked away as if he had been caught. I continued to play with my thighs now brazenly rubbing all up and down them. No one else had noticed. I watched him watch me and as soon as he noticed I made sure I gave him a nice smile and pulled my knees apart and then back together again as if to say ‘you can watch’.
He got the message. He glanced around the park to see if anyone else was watching and everyone was too busy with their dogs.
When he looked back I let my knees fall open and I touched myself. I jumped a bit at the touch. He smiled and his hand dropped to his pants. I began to slowly finger myself. Showing off always gets me so wet so quickly. I don’t think he could see but there was no doubt as to what I was doing. He began to rub himself through his pants. I could see the outline of him and he was clearly liking it. I fingered myself a little more and then licked my fingers very lewdly for him. I like the taste of myself. His jaw dropped open and I went back to playing with myself. I decided I would cum for him. I scanned the park and there was two other people there as well, talking to each other and looking more toward him than me.
My fingers worked their way back inside of me and I used my thumb to play with my clit. My skirt was pulled up high on my thighs now. He was basically stroking himself through his jeans. It did not take long and I had a nice quiet cum. My body lurched once as it likes to do. His eyes were huge now realizing what had just happened. I got up, and walked right by him. As I got to him I let my fingers I was just using lightly drag across his lips. “See you later.” I smiled, called for Beaux and we left the park. I love how after showing off guys usually just sit there stunned and cannot move.

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Pegging Daddy [daddy/kitten][anal][toys]

this is a sub/play story I did for a friend's request

"Now kitten, you pay close attention." A low growl coming from you.

"Yes, daddy." I eye the strap on in your one hand, and my favorite beads in the other. I'm nervous, but excited by what you have planned.

"Lay down and open yourself to me." As I follow your orders, you set down the strap on next to the lube on the table. Your rough hand smoothes over my stomach, running down and grazing my pussy. I bite my lip, not making a sound. Your thumb strokes me, spreading the wetness all over my clit. "Kitten, your going to do something special for daddy. But first, do you want your toy in?"

Nodding my head, eagerly I pull myself open. This exposes both holes. My body trembles as I watch you lube one side of the strand of beads. The larger five of the ten beads are inserted in my pussy. Feeling how wet I am, how easily it goes in. Soft gasps when the smaller beads get slowly pushed into my tight hole. My back arches, hands gripping the bed. Not realizing my breathing is labored until the beads are in and your thumb is stroking my wet clit.

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[MF] Intense sensual S&M

 I slowly and confidently stroll up to your naked body as stands before me. You're staring at me with a somber, blank inquisitiveness. I grab your throat holding your eyes on mine, I stare back sternly, looking into your soul, searching your thoughts. I pinch your nipple with my other hand and as you gasp, I release you and slap you across the face. Then swiftly spin you around. A handful of hair pushing your body half bent against the wall. I plunge deeply in your wet cunt, giving you a taste of what you want, then I take it away again. Now I lay you on your back, knees lifted and spread open, eyes covered. I have a heavy flogger in one hand and crop in the other. I drag the flogger across your shoulders and chest, down your stomach and bring it up to swing softly across your inner thighs, teasing you as it brushes across you clit. Now I bring the crop up and trace randomly around your torso, every time you moan in pleasure I pop an unexpecting nipple or tender inner thigh. When I think you've had enough of this I wrap one fist firmly in your hair and grab your tit in the other hand. I shove my cock deep down your throat testing just how much you can take and how long I can hold you there. Now I reach down and with a well lubed hand slip in in 2 fingers, now 3 and 4, thumb....'POP!' as my last knuckles penetrate you, I hold it there ,wiggling my fingers inside you. I pull out and look you over, deciding you haven't earned my throbbing cock yet. I slip a finger in your ass tonguing your clit lightly and giving you a hard bite on the inner thigh with every loud moan. my licking increases slowly in pressure and pace. I suck your clit in as deeply as it will stretch, flicking it with my tongue. Then I give your asshole a little swirl and plunge with my tongue and decide you're ready. I climb up slowly between your legs and give you a few hard thrusts, just before you come, I grab your wrists and roll both of us back. Grabbing a handful of hair in one hand and hold your lower back tightly, my other arm wrapped around you. I bite deeply into the sweet spot on your neck as we both come. You lay there on top of me, barely conscious, only able to focus on my huge vein running up the side of my cock and throbbing deep in your soaking wet pussy. 

[MF, mdom, fsub]The Phone – A small little story.

You have this phone, you are always carrying it with you, although you never use it. You only watch it for the slightest indication of activity, hoping for it to ring and show you something you were hoping for. You are doing the dishes as you suddenly feel the vibration in your pocket, freezing in everything you do. The phone is a leaden weight in your pocket and excitement rushes through your paralyzed body. Just slowly you regain your senses and reach into your pocket taking it out. He got you that phone and he is the one that send you that message.

‘You will be in your prettiest panties and blindfolded by the time I arrive. Master.’

You blush as you read that, rubbing your thighs against each other and hastily finish doing the dishes. You step into the shower leaving a trail of clothes across your apartment. The hot water runs over your body, gently following the contours of your body. You take to the razor, preparing yourself for your master in order to be on your best appearance. You know that he doesn’t mind any of this, but still you want to put yourself on display tonight. As you are finished you let your hands run over your body, feeling the silk like texture of your skin. As you cup your breasts playfully you blush a little, fantasizing about what he is going to do to you. One of your hands reaches down to your crotch, gently teasing the outline of your pussy, but not allowing it to touch you in any more direct way. You know that Master will take care of it for you.

Her story

Sorry I didn't realize you couldn't read it the other way. This is one of the first stories I've written. And the first I've had the balls to post. I hope y'all really like it. Any feedback would be great! Thanks!

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Lechomancer Chapter 7: The Door [mf][public][oral][sex][anal]

Lisa had just returned home from work on a cold November night, and was slipping out of her boots, when she heard the deadbolt on her front door click. She turned, and saw Erostopholes, in his human form, appraising her with his cocky half smile. “Tonight, we don’t have time for your Succubi,” he said softly, referring to the two submissive lovers whom Lisa played with most nights. “Tonight, I need something from you.”

“Anything, Master,” she promised, jumping to her feet.

His smile widened a little, and he pressed the palm of his hand against her cheek. “I need to open a door, and for that, I’ll need a release of energy from you.”

Lisa kissed his hand and nodded like she understood.

“Good,” the demon said, and wrapped one hand around her waist, leading her through her townhouse, into the kitchen, and the big glass French doors. Darkness had already fallen, and the courtyard behind the bank of townhouses was dimly light by a couple of feeble street lamps.

Frankie (oc, true story) [mf]

It was the second year of university and I stayed in halls. Most of last years' freshers had decided to move out after their first year. They wanted the freedom to party all night and smoke in their rooms without fear of a passing tutor ratting them out to the Warden. The Warden’s name was Eméline. She was French and was universally known to be tough on hot boxers and smokers in general; someone in her family had died from lung cancer. I chose to stay a second year because I didn't smoke and I got free Internet.

As a second year resident, I was allowed to help run the hall bar. It opened at 6pm most nights. My duties included selling beer, counting the takings, cleaning the glasses and choosing the music. What I actually did was to drink the alcohol I was supposed to be selling and generate noise complaints from the library. Most nights we'd close at 11pm, by which time I'd have often finished ten pints. This was easy because the beer was watered, I was nineteen and I didn't do a lot of work.