My thai Part 4 [M/f] [CNC]

My thai Part 4 [M/f] [CNC]

A tear rolled down her cheek and I sprung into action.

“I’ll get us some water.” I said.

She got this horrified look on her face and said “Sir, please allow me to serve you. It is my place and my duty.” Although she said it softly, there was no question behind the words. She shrugged off the throw and padded into the kitchen, returning with two large glasses. She knelt and offered one to me with her head bowed. I took the glass and said “Drink.” We both did and then I put the throw around her again and said “Please continue.”

Easing my anxiety before the stage, with my teacher’s perfect body. [M 18/F 28, Heterosexual Adult Sex, Fiction]

This is my first story, just trying it out. Please note all people are 18 years and up and this is complete fiction. Just your typical student, teacher hookup written from the student’s perspetive which I think gives a more immersive sense of realism, but is in no-way real. ITS FICTION. Thank you and good-night.
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It was right before my senior year music recital and I’d sealed myself away in a private study room, trying to nail this solo which I hadn’t spent nearly enough time on before the recital. Not far from the room was the music department’s offices, and in it was the hottest teacher I, or anyone in my high school for that matter, had ever seen. She was 28 years of age, 5’10”, perfect hourglass figure that wasn’t too thicc, but wasn’t too skinny (at least for my taste), gorgeous wavy brunette hair down to the middle of her back, perfect C cup tits and the most piercing green eyes you’ve ever seen. She was wearing an oversized grey v-neck sweater with a Metalica t-shirt underneath and a cream white skirt that went just below her knees.

Looking for a story of Mistress training her Assistant

I am not sure if I remember the plot correctly but these should be the basics:

A Women gets trained by a Mistress(and also dommed) to take care of a Salvegirl. The Slave is not allowed to speak. At some point the women has to take over from the Mistress and becomes the Mistress of the Slavegirl.

My Husband Suggested That We Wife Swap

If somebody had told me two months ago that I would be involved in a wife swap, I would have burst out laughing.

Charles had always tried to spice up our sex life. First, it was anal. Then, he wanted a threesome. I wondered what would be next.

Our routine was watching porn before having sex. I felt that Charles was hinting at something when he searched for ‘banging another man’s wife,’ but I had no idea what was to come.

“Honey, how’d you feel if we swapped partners for one night?” he asked.

My head snapped towards him. “What?”

I thought he was joking, but he persisted. “It’s something new. We both get to experience somebody else. So, it’s a win-win if you really think about it.”

I was unsure if I should slap him or laugh. “How do you plan to make that happen?”

“Haven’t figured everything out yet, but I’ll let you know,” he said.

The following day, Charles wished me luck for my job interview and said that going there was a formality. I loved that he knew how to calm my nerves.

Harry Potter, the Wizard King – Ch 12 – Harry+Ginny+Hermione (MFF, Threesome, Big Dick, Licking, Dom/Sub, Tit-Sucking, Doble Blowjob, Begging, Creampie, Dirty Talk, Girls helping Girls)

[Previous Chapter](https://www.reddit.com/r/HPsmut/comments/oy2zk6/harry_potter_the_wizard_king_ch_11/)
“Harry… Ginny… I owe you both so much. Uuwwaah… Mrmmm…” Hermione let out a tiny moan as her hands stroked Harry’s pelvic bones and then rubbed along his legs while she kissed near his cock. After filling up her throat with his sperm, she was eager to help her friend get back to full strength. The three naked bodies rested on Ginny and Harry’s bed now, helping to remind Hermione that she needed to behave, no matter how horny she’d become.

‘Ginny deserves his cock inside of her. She’s his wife. She’s the lucky one…’ Hermione thought while she continued lavishing her attention upon her lover’s body.

Ginny, meanwhile, slid her naked body up and down on Harry’s chest. Occasionally, she reached back and rubbed and stroked her hand all over his cock, but the freckled redhead’s main focus was rubbing her nice plump breasts on Harry’s face.

The date planner

This is my first post in this subreddit. My wife wrote this after a very sexy night of fun and conversation. This is the first part, if it gets a good response I’ll post the next part.

The Date Planner

It had been one hell of a week at work and I was excited to be headed home for the weekend. I was promised a date night by the hubs, but that usually consisted of us asking “no, where do you want to eat” back and forth for an hour then finally settling on one of the three places we always go. I pulled in the driveway, but didn’t see Joey’s truck. How odd. There was a note on the door that read “you’ll find it on the bed”. Hmmmm….what was up his sleeve now? Never one to turn down an adventure, I excitedly rushed in, almost giggling. 

Trust in the darkness part 2. M/F

“Fuck how long have I sat here in darkness?” You thought to yourself?

It seems darker.

You know it can’t be because the basement is completely subterranean, no windows at all, no change between night or day, winter or summer.

Fully realizing that we take for granted of the light.  Even without knowing it we use the subtle changes in light to denote the time of day, the passing of minutes, without it we’re stuck, alone in the darkness.

Like floating in space, it’s a fathomless, infinite feeling, like your mind’s leaving your body and rising above you.

Your head slumped forwards on your chest, you can feel the thud of your heartbeat, the hardness of the chair that your sitting on, the numbness in the hands, the elbows, and the shoulders.

How long?

You don’t know, but somewhere along the line the panic receded, fell away, the darkness stopped being scary and instead felt almost womblike, it enveloped you, wrapped up in crow wings of ebony until the was serene in  silence and solitude.

“Times up.” I say walking down the stairs. 

“I’m quite proud that you held your composure and stuck this through baby.”

New Life As A Lewd Futanari Succubus (CH 1-2) [Futanari][Futa/Female][Futa/Futa]

**Synopsis:** An old man dies, torn by regret. Due to his high karma, he has “near-limitless possibilities for reincarnation”. He chooses to reincarnate in a fantasy world as a voluptuous futanari succubus with big tits and an irresistible smile.

Erotic fiction that contains: Futanari/Dickgirls, Genderbending, Futa on Female, BDSM, Nymphos, Masochistic characters, Threesomes, Orgies, Facefuck, Deepthroat, Dom/Sub, Taken by Monsters, Corruption, Game elements, etc.

## 1: After Death

“Pardon?”

“I said, I want you to reincarnate me in a generic fantasy world with a game-like system as a voluptuous futanari succubus with big tits and irresistible smile.”

“Wh-wh… hah?” the blonde, scantily-clad goddess with full lips and giant tits appeared to be malfunctioning.

“You can’t do it?” the old man asked, disappointed. He thought the meaning of the goddess’s phrase “near-limitless possibilities for reincarnation” was pretty straightforward. The old man took a sip from the teacup the goddess offered him when he awoke in her garden, sitting at a round golden table, opposite of the goddess.

“I-I-I… What’s a futanari?” Luluna finally asked. Yes, the big-tittied goddess’s name was Luluna.

“You don’t know?” the old man, Simon, was legitimately surprised.

“Should I?”

A nice big surprise after a night at the club

Oh shit! What the fuck!” was not what I’d imagined saying when I saw my first truly big cock. The poor guy just looked down at my shocked expression with a mixture of embarrassment and confusion. “I’m sorry?” he offered hesitantly. I’d already forgotten his name, I think it started with a B. I’ll call him Mr. Big. On my knees I drunkenly looked up at the long shadow which had sprung from his boxers in awe.

“Oh sweetie, don’t you ever apologise for this thing” I cooed as I reached up to touch him, “it’s beautiful”. My fingers trembled as I tenderly caressed his smooth skin making it twitch in my hand, it really was intimidating up close.

Mr. B awkwardly shuffled out of his trousers while I refused to let go of his enormous penis. With wide eyes I stroked the soft skin of his shaft up and down, I just stared in disbelief as his veins rippled under my touch. Hesitantly I tried to wrap my lips around it, gently I licked the moist tip of his wide head, just tickling the underside making it bounce in my hands, it was so long I had to use both hands to stroke it while I teased the end with my tongue. The head of his cock was hard now and I licked the ridge tenderly loving the deep moans and sighs from above.

Juicy Waffles – woman eats waffles cover in cum

Knock knock.

I unlocked and opened the door to my storefront, “Juicy Waffles,” only enough for one eye to see out. A young, petite lady in a blue dress stood on the porch in front of me.

“Yes?” I asked, peering through the small space. I didn’t let just any potential customer into my store. I had to deem them worthy of my tasty treats before they could even take a glance inside.

“I’d like a waffle,” the girl said. She released the grip of her fist, revealing a five-dollar bill.

“And, why do you think you deserve a waffle?” I inquired.

“I can handle the gush,” she claimed.

I smirked, and opened the door enough for the girl to enter. I directed her to the only chair in the store, which sat under a dim ceiling light in the middle of the otherwise empty room.

“Sit. The show will begin shortly,” I affirmed. I pushed a short table out in front of the girl, and exited into the backroom.

The girl was alone for two minutes before three nude men with fully erect penises entered the room, each one carrying a fluffy golden waffle fresh out of the oven. They placed them on the table.