My professor summoned me to his home, a grand estate on the marshland of the sound. He invited grad students for dinner occasionally, but not since his accident last year, a motorcycle mishap that left him with a severe and worsening limp.
“Charlie!” He greeted me at the door, only holding himself upright with the help of a silver-tipped cane. He led me, fast as his cane could carry him, through the house. We walked tile by tile down a cavernous hallway, step by tortuous step up a grand central staircase, until, twenty minutes later, we reached his study, the walls lined with awards and honorary diplomas, all citing his work in biochemical innovation or applied neuromechanics. Out of breath, Professor Harry opened the lid of a globe bar and pulled, from the ice, a plastic water bottle.
In the corner, near the professor’s desk, there stood a life-size marble statue which, strangely, wore a high-slit, backless gown.
“Venus?” I asked.
“My darling wife Clara, may she rest,” he said, hobbling toward it. “Her face, her exact proportions. Her nose, her shoulders, her breasts.” He cupped a hand against the statue’s ass, a far off look in his eyes. A basket full of women’s clothes sat on the floor nearby.
“I need your help,” the professor said at last. “With a new project.”
The work was for credit, though it also included room and board, he said. A good opportunity. He assured me it would mark a landmark advancement in biochemical engineering, a way to make a name for myself.
“This leg, I can’t get as much done as I used to,” he said. “But not for much longer if we’re successful.”
“Some sort of surgical procedure?” I asked, wary about the prospects of such a self-serving venture.
He shook his head.
“We’ll never have eternal life, nor should we,” he said. “But why not eternal youth for the living?”
The professor said we’d need one other grad student. He recommended Madison, but he left the decision up to me since I was to take the lead.
Then, too tired for the return trek to the front door, he let me see myself out even though I never officially accepted the job.
Category: Erotica
First Trans Experience [M30/T24] [First Time] [Anal]
I was sitting at the hotel bar enjoying a beer, wasting some time before heading back to my room for the night. I was out of town for a work conference and since I was the only person from my company who went, I didn’t really have anyone to hang out with at the hotel, so I was drinking alone.
The bar was a pretty popular spot in town it seemed like, not like a normal hotel bar with a few stragglers hanging around. This place had live music, packed dance floor, a really good environment to hang out in for a little bit.
As I sat and enjoyed my drink, I noticed a group of girls walk into the bar, appearing to celebrate some sort of bachelorette party. They had on the usual sashes with all of their nicknames and catchy phrases written on them, dressed skimpily to boot. The bride-to-be was obviously over-served already but still seemed to have her senses about her. About 8-9 of them made their way through the door and towards the bar.
One of the sashes ended up catching my eye. I had to read it 3-4 times to really make sure I was reading it right. Her sash said “The One with the Big Dick.”
My Best Friend and I Convince our Husbands to Sell us to Wealthy Men Pt. 4 [Cuck, Voyeurism, Anal, Impreg, Raceplay]
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Guilt ate at Charles.
Guilt for letting Alda go, guilt with himself for what he’d done last night while those men had forced themselves on her… No, fuck, that wasn’t true. They weren’t forcing themselves on her, at least not as far as he could tell. He’d watched the whole thing, he’d seen the way she moaned, the way she begged for that man to fuck her harder.
When it was over, after he’d cum, he’d just wished desperately that he’d been able to record the entire video. And that had just opened another entire dark well of emotion in him. Was he letting her down by feeling that way? Letting her down by not informing the authorities, or going after her?
But what could he do.
Sissy Training: Caught (Fantasy)
Me and my wife’s sex life was good. But certainly not great. My dick is too small to please her, so I usually ate her pussy and after I tried fucking her with my little dick. Me eating my own cum always made her happy. She would tell me to hurry up and cum, which I always did, then she would smash my face into her cummed in pussy. I knew she had a few large dildos, but she never let me see her using those. She traveled a lot for work, and always packed them in her suitcase. She thought it was her little sex secret, but I had known for a while. Her hiding her dildos from me was fine, because I had my own sex secret.
Every time my wife would leave for work I would spend my time at home as a sissy. I wore my thong panties, a butt plug, and had my own special dildo. I loved wearing my thongs. The feeling of my little dick and balls covered by the lacy fabric, and the thin string between my ass cheeks was fantastic. Fucking my self with the dildo gave me the best orgasms. Hiding it from my wife always felt naughty, but I was afraid of how she might respond and I loved being a sissy too much to give it up, so I kept it hidden. As long as I could.
Austrian Sauna
I (45f) was skiing in Austria, and one afternoon, I left the family to ski and went to the local spa. I found the changing rooms, slipped into my bikini and headed for the sauna. As I was about to go in, the attendant looked at me, pointed to my bikini and shook his head. He pointed to a sign that said ‘no swimwear allowed in sauna’. There were some hooks on the wall where other people had left their stuff and he indicated that I could leave my bikini there. It felt as if I was being made to strip naked for someone I had never met before but I had heard that naked saunas were the custom in Austria so I quickly removed my bikini and shot through the heavy opaque door into the sauna. Once inside it took a few seconds before my eyesight adjusted to the gloom and I realised that there were seven or eight men sitting naked on the wooden benches that ran down both sides of the room. Feeling super self conscious I sat down and tried to relax. Closing my eyes I took some slow deep breaths and I quickly felt perspiration breaking out all over my body. Beads of sweat trickled down my chest, between my (very small) boobs and down over my stomach, pooling in my belly button before spilling over between my legs. Glancing up I could see that all eyes were on me; some looked away when they caught my eye but most just brazenly stared at my naked body. To my embarrassment I could feel my big nipples harden, very prominent on my tiny boobs, as I became aroused by the lust of the guys sitting only feet away from my naked body. Almost without thinking I uncrossed my legs a little to adjust my position on the hard wooden bench and felt the accumulated sweat trickle over my pussy and drip down onto the floor below. Trying to avoid anyone’s direct gaze I looked up and smiled, as I felt myself becoming increasingly aroused by the tense situation. Knowing that I should get up and leave, instead I just spread my legs a little wider, closed my eyes and leant my head back against the wall, accentuating the thrust of my boobs. Suddenly, feeling the potential for the situation to get out of control, I stood up, pulled the door open and stepped out into the bright light where the attendant smiled. I could feel his eyes on me as I grabbed my towel and fled for the changing rooms. It was such a hot experience.
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The Red Couch [F26/MMM35+] [Hotwife] [Creampie] [Group Sex] [Sex In Front Of Others]
**The Red Couch**
We arrived at our destination around ten in the evening. I exited my truck and walked to the passenger side door to open it for my wife. She stepped out of the vehicle and then lowered her black dress the small amount that she could. It had ridden up a bit on her as we were driving. She moved her wavy brown hair out from her face and placed her sunglasses on as we walked toward the house.
The house was not a mansion, but it was rather large. I could tell by looking at it that it probably contained more than a few rooms. I could hear music playing inside as we walked up the stairs and onto the porch. The door swung open before I could even knock.
“Welcome,” said the young man, greeting us at the door. “We’re happy to have you. Come right in.”
The highway rest stop
It had been a horrible day at work. I never work Wednesdays. As a delivery driver for Amazon in KC, I normally have Wednesdays off. My electric van died on the pad, my phone wouldn’t work, my lunch wasn’t ready after being ordered an hour ahead of time (hadn’t even been started), and I had a flat tire which caused me to get stuck in a customer’s driveway. Plus the temperature dropped from 30 to below zero. Needless to say, the day was a dud.
I decided to go see a movie after I got off. Puss In Boots was the only one I was semi interested in and hadn’t seen yet. I figured that the theater would be empty and I could half pay attention to the movie and browse the internet at the same time. I opened up my Pina colada drink and sat in the back row. The theater ended up having about 13 people in it. I still browsed the internet some but got sucked into the movie which ended up being really good.
Woken Up (MF) (Anal) (Consentual Non-Consent)
I wake up in the middle of the night startled as I feel my panties ripped off me before I completely open my eyes. I panic and try to stop it but quickly realize my wrists are restrained. I’m on my stomach, wrists cuffed to the bedframe, completely exposed. I feel a man’s hand stuff my panties in my mouth and reach down to start playing with my pussy. As much as I’m fighting this happening, that doesn’t stop me from immediately getting wet. Without warning he stuffs his dick balls deep in my pussy and I bite down hard on my panties. He pulls my ass up higher and puts a hand on my head stuffing it into the bed to muffle my protests. He spanks me hard over and over. while he fucks me and I pointlessly struggle against the cuffs.
Mermaid Cove
He arrived in the fishing town of Shoreten in the early morning. The salty air of the sea was refreshing after trudging through the swampy roads that led him there. The ground here was firmer, and didn’t threaten to swallow his boots, which were much more expensive than they appeared. Expert craft was something that didn’t need to be ostentatious, it only had to be good. His brown leather jacket, and warm clothes were similarly deceptive in their modest appearance.
He was a wealthy, world trekking pleasure seeker, and this quiet unassuming town sat near a most intriguing pleasure. The neighboring towns and villages had spoken of Shoreten, and the men they had lost to it. It wasn’t, however, a sinister or mysterious occurrence that took these men. It was mermaids. Men would come near and far seeking these maidens of the sea. Those that returned spoke of a sexual pleasure unlike any they had experienced before.
The wealthy traveler found a room at an inn near the shore. He bought the only room with a balcony on the third floor. While paying for his room, he inquired to the inn keep about the cave, and the men that go there.