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power play

I met him, finally. The first sentence he spoke to me was full of intention, and I was naive enough to think it was playful. “So you don’t go to class anymore?” He already knew my name. I just wish he had been signing it on the roster for me at the end of those lectures I missed. That class is so ridiculous anyway, and my single stimulus was watching everyone else become engulfed in their devices.
In the last class I attended, I noticed not only the girl next to me gaslighting her boyfriend over text, but him. I’d had an eye out for him since the first time I heard him speak, always seeming to hide something behind the cynical smile he holds with pride. Alas, I was too busy snooping on miss toxic to question his body language at the time.

His legs almost fit under the table upright, but not quite. Constantly his legs are spread and fucking bouncing, and in those shorts, how could I not notice? With constant restless movement, but still completely engrossed, he must have typed a novel sitting across from me. He is chaotic but there is this unpredictable element of precision in him. I see other people interested, but he is always preoccupied, and I didn’t consider that he may have just been waiting for me to look away. Read more »

Permanent Orgasm Denial Machine: Chapter 2 (femdom)

I instinctively flinch as I hear the distant clicks of the womans heels as she walks over to my bed. “How did you enjoy your first month in this machine?” She asks. Of course, I am unable to answer, as the dildo gag in my mouth does not allow me to speak.

“You see?” The woman says. “It really isn’t so bad, is it? I think you’re now sufficiently broken for me to start our training.” She steps closer, her heels ringing intimidatingly on the cement floor. She runs her hands down the outside of my latex encased chest until she reaches the tube with my cock inside. I struggle lightly against my bonds as she teases me like this.

“This must be so brutal for you, to have your cock stuffed into a machine that edges you but never lets you cum. That young piece of meat must be in pain by now. Does it hurt?” Read more »

shower thoughts

note: silly thought of my bf while I’m in the shower living it up.

he didn’t know how to turn on my shower, of course I wasn’t even undressed yet, his confidence was nothing like mine. I was nervous, even if he had kissed every inch of me I was still so new to it. I bent over to reach for the tap when I felt a strong grip meet my hips, he had started grinding into me. edging me on to it, I slowly began to fully stand against him, he gave in holding my hips closely to his. I’ll admit I was desperate, he made me so desperate for every ounce of his being. I hated sharing his attention, his time, I needed him just so I could exist, I would do anything he asked, maybe he wouldn’t even have to ask, a simple command would be all I needed to please him.

Lydia, Light of My Class, Fire of My Loins, Part 2 [F18/M23] [Teacher/Student] [beach] [detailed]

*This is a Part 2 early release. Read* [*Part 1*](https://www.reddit.com/r/sexstories/comments/11r8fw0/lydia_delight_of_my_lessons_fire_of_my_loins_f18/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3) *here to follow along.*

School had ended not long before. I (M23) had watched Lydia go with melancholy in my heart. She had looked stunning, of course, in her graduation dress – it was fairly modest in terms of the skin it showed, but it fitted her forms in a way that showed off her killer figure – wasp waist and sculpturesque hips and rich, perky bust. I buried my eyes in her ass, the strong curve of her buttocks through the dark fabric of the dress. Her smile was blinding as usual, dimples and long lashes and all. I had to be careful, of course, so no one caught be stealing glances at her. It wouldn’t be appropriate for even a high school substitute teacher to ogle his student, even if she was 18 years of age and had the body of goddess. Read more »

Friends mom takes my virginity

“Oh Eddie, I didn’t know you were home!” Ellen had just stepped into her cedar-lined sauna surprising her son’s eighteen-year-old friend who had been lying quietly on one of the benches.

He sprang upright on the bench. “I’m sorry Mrs. Feinman, I guess I should have asked if I could use your sauna,” he replied embarrassed.

Ellen waved her hand reassuringly. “Nonsense. I told you when you came out here that for the two weeks you’re here with James and me, my house is your house. And that applies to the sauna as well.” She started to reopen the door. “If you prefer, I’ll come back when you’re finished.”

“Oh no Mrs. Feinman, don’t let me put you out.”

The older woman pulled away from the door. “Great, it’s always nice to have someone to talk to while you’re working up a good sweat. But some people prefer their privacy.”

“Not me,” he answered although his nervous nature betrayed his true feelings. He hadn’t anticipated that James’s mother would be joining him and all he was wearing was a pair of small gym shorts.

“Well good,” Ellen laughed. “A nice looking boy like you doesn’t have anything to hide.” She winked knowingly at him. Read more »

Farm Blues – 02 – Haystack

Jack had his hands on her boobs and felt like in heaven. The bulge in his trousers raised to a decent boner and he felt a tickling in his groin.

“Good.”, Ciara said “knead them a bit. This gets me wet.”

“You’ve not been with a girl for a long time, you said. So I assume, we’re not talking days of even weeks?”, she asked.

He nodded.

“Months?”

He nodded again.

“Oh… I see. Well, I’d rather have a more that thirty seconds lasting experience with you. So let’s blow off some steam, before we get to it.”, she said.

She got down on her knees and opened his trousers. His dick shot out like an unleashed snake. It was rock hard and at least 8 inches long. “Whoooho…”, she applauded. “That’s something I can work with.”

And she did. She put his dick in her mouth and soaked it with her saliva. Then she started sucking. Her hands worked on his shaft, while she moved her head back and forth.

She pushed it down her throat and pulled it out again, making him moan in bliss. Read more »

The Sorority Party [reverse gangbang] [wife age 50+, me age 40+, multiple girls age 20-25]

I woke to a newspaper swatting my head.

“Get your ass over there and tell them girls to turn that damn music down…..or I’m calling the police!”

I sat up groggily, still waking up and trying to figure out just what the hell was going on exactly.

There was a loud, low rumble of music coming from our neighbors. Apparently, it had been enough to wake my wife.

Beverly was more than ten years my senior, and since I was well into my forties, that made her pretty dang old. It didn’t help that I looked incredibly young for my age while her hair had turned silvery white years ago.

Often people mistook her for my mother, and over the years she had begun to act accordingly…..fixing my meals, sending me off to work each morning, and scolding me constantly.

“If you don’t go take care of it, I will!” Beverly snarled.

She would too.

I glanced at her warily.

“Are you sure you want me going over there and trying to break up a sorority party at this time of night…..I mean, walking into a house full of girls?” Read more »

Unexpected Office Visit

Unexpected Office Visit

“Get me out of here.” Your message says. You are having one of those crazy days at work again. Usually I respond with “I’m sorry to hear that.” Or give you encouragement that you can do it.

Today is different. I am feeling frisky. And a little bit risky. Maybe a little bit naughty too. I need to see you. I want to. This time, I will make a hasty decision to come and see you. Yes, it is not well thought of, but it’s all about the thrill and the risk this time.

It still feels like winter even if it’s supposed to be the first day of spring tomorrow. I put on my wool winter coat, thigh high boots and grab my car keys. I’m not sure how you would react once you see me show up at your office. I just hope you don’t have meetings by the time I get there. You went to the office super early today to fix something and I’m sure by this time you’re already worn out at work. Read more »

Wife filmed on SimpliSafe camera

My wife and I have been married for close to 8 years and have enjoyed a very fun and fulfilling sex life. The longer we are together the better and closer intimacy feels. We are usually pretty private with details but, as the title states this one video is one that stands out. A little bit about us, we enjoy the thrill of the idea of being watched or caught while being intimate. My wife likes the idea of being seen as well. One evening when a spontaneous moment happened in our living room, I moved the camera on our bookshelf to face towards the couch. One of the things I loved about the video was the realness of it. Nothing was planned. Her work files are scattered on the floor, her shoes nearby, etc. It wasn’t the usual type of video we would do where it was planned but a real moment. Also, the camera added a quality to it that was different from other types of recordings. Those are the moments I love the most with her and the type of sex that is the best. As she gets in position her hands hit the blinds and causes them to move followed by hear moans echoing through the living room. I love the intimacy of seeing my bride ride within the house she makes a home!

[F4M} Don’t Move Part 2 [M40] [F35] [BDSM] [Punishment] [D/s] [Sir] [Princess] [Flogging] [Owned] [Blindfold] [Fingering] [Teasing]

Before Patrick shut the door, I knew I was in trouble. As soon as he stepped in the house I heard his deep voice in a low dom tone, “Bedroom, now!”
As I walked to the bedroom a slight smirk came across my face. I knew I was going to be punished for not obeying his commands at dinner. I was still reeling from the orgasm he gave me under the table while our friends carried on their polite conversations.
I stepped into the bedroom and Patrick quickly followed, slamming the door. He turned me around to face him.
“You were a bad girl at dinner! No panties, drawing attention to yourself, and the worst offense was moving when I specifically commanded you not to. What am I going to do with you, Princess?”
I knew this was a rhetorical question, and I simply shrugged my shoulders and lowered my gaze from him. This caused him to chuckle.
“Acting innocent now isn’t going to save you. Take off your shoes and get on your knees.”
I quickly slipped out of my shoes and lowered myself to kneel before him, my heart pounding with thoughts of what wonderful punishments I was going to receive. He walked around me, inspecting my body, letting out little chuckles from time to time. He stopped in front of me and bent down, lifting my chin so our eyes met.
“Now, you want to be a good girl? Trust me, you’re going to be the best girl Princess, just you wait.”
Patrick stood back up and went to the toy drawer. I heard him rustling around which made me excited, he knew my favorite toys, he knew my favorite punishments, and most of all he knew how to make me suffer without saying a word.
I felt him behind me as he placed a blindfold on my face. The coolness of the silk felt good on my skin and I felt myself growing wet with anticipation.
“Stand up Princess.”
He helped me to my feet and I felt his hard body press up against my back. He pulled my hair gently back to one side and kissed my neck. “You look so nice in this dress, I hope it wasn’t terribly expensive,” he whispered in my ear before he began ripping it off of me. The fabric fell to the floor as he unsnapped my bra and threw it to the side.
“You are so perfect, look at how beautiful your body is, especially when I know it’s all mine.”
His hands started exploring my body, and I heard his chuckles as I whimpered and moaned at his touch. The temptation to face him and kiss him was very intense, but I held my composure as his hands wandered from my breasts to my stomach to the outer lips of my pussy.
Instinctively my hips bucked and I felt a sharp slap on my ass.
“You are such an eager little slut, but you need to learn to stay still. Had you done that in the first place, we wouldn’t be here now, isn’t that right?”
“Yes Sir, I’m sorry Sir.”
I felt him back away from me, and I knew he was going for his favorite flogger. My pussy pulsated at the thought of him using it on me, how many strikes would I be getting? How hard would he be hitting me?
“Hands on the bed, ass in the air!” he commanded
He slowly led me to the bed and made sure my hands were firmly and comfortably placed where he wanted them. His warm hand caressed my back finding their way down the curves of my ass.
Once his hand left my body, I knew it was time. I could smell the leather of the flogger before he swung it. The slight stings of his warm up lashes were enough to get my endorphins racing.
“Don’t move Princess, and I mean it this time.”
Before I knew it the warm up was over, and we had moved on to the real show. Slap after slap, lash after lash, I felt the sting of the cold leather and tried my best to stay still. I could feel my skin becoming warm from each strike. Patrick was enjoying it as much as I was, but he never lost focus on what he was doing.
Unexpectedly he stopped and began rubbing my cheeks, I felt his hand slowly move around to the outer lips of my pussy, then he plunged one finger in to gauge my wetness.
“You’re soaking wet Princess.”
He added another finger hitting my g-spot, then his thumb on my clit. My legs were shaking, and I felt as if I was going to collapse.
“I said don’t move, and here you are shaking,” he said, playfully taunting me. “It’s time to continue with your punishments, can you handle that?”
Through my moans, and gasping for breath I managed to get out, “Yes Sir” before he spun me around and guided me to my knees.

“This next part is going to be so much fun for both of us. Now remember to relax your throat.” Read more »