[Part 4] To Save a Horse (female pov, oral, blindfold, gangbang, creampie, nc, orgy, imprisoned)

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Chapter 4: To Save a Horse

I stepped back through that doorway to hell and scanned the room again. My images were no longer on the TV screen thankfully, so that torment had finally ended. There appeared to be a grid of pictures from different cameras now, Rick and another man were pointing at them and discussing something. It seemed this whole house was littered with hidden cameras, any wonder Maya said the guys would know if we weren’t working!

A light waft of marijuana smoke hung in the air now, mingling with the smells of the liquor and cheap food. Emily had been cornered by one of the men, her empty tray now lay on the floor at her feet. She was pinned against the wall and was being roughly kissed on the neck by a shorter stout individual who had also managed to slip one of his hands up under her shorts. Her eyes had the all look of someone who was dead inside.

The Gardener [FF]

Winter was challenging for Claire, to say the least. Her last relationship, which she thought was rock-solid, ended the previous summer, and she spent the entire winter alone, indoors, binge-watching premiere television shows in-between bouts of masturbating. It was fine at the start, but Claire knew she was in a slump. When her lease ended in April, she thought moving to a new place would help her move on and have a fresh start. So she scoured the apartment listings, checking them daily. After touring a few, she settled on a place she loved, the first-floor apartment of a two-story home with a fenced-in backyard with a garden plot full of weeds.

Claire had never gardened before, but she could totally see herself becoming a gardener—getting her hands dirty, planting seeds, watering them, and watching them grow. Nearly on the idea of becoming a gardener alone, she submitted her application for the apartment that night and got it. She moved into her new place in May with the help of one of her friends, and within a week she was settled. Claire’s upstairs neighbors were friendly enough, but they had no interest in contributing to the garden.

A working lunch ( my first post on here thanks for the inspiration to one particular person )

We work together …always flirty but strictly words and furtive looks across the room .

Then one day you ask me to help you pick something up and drop it back to yours . A big heavy arm chair .

We walk to your car and as you go to get into it ypu drop your keys . You bend over and your short skirt rides up showing me your red panties , the outline of moist lips.

My cock twitches and you sense it . As we drive to the store you catch me looking at your tits . You adust your top so I can see more …and glance at my crotch .

You can see a cock shaped bulge and reach to squeeze it .

I unzip and my fat cock springs to life . I reach under your top and start playing with your nipples … we re driving out of town to pick up the chair….lots of quiet roads .

I tell you to turn up one into a wood . Ypu pull up , I get out walk round and pull you out of the car …. you immediately fall to your knees and run your tongue round my swollen cockhead before taking it into your mouth ..

Caring for an errant slave (Part 3)

Note: this part of the story didn’t unfold the way I was planning. Part 4 will detail Christy’s punishment.

The next morning, Christy woke me with a blowjob. This was perfectly normal, her first chore of the day was to wake up 15 minutes before I wanted to get up, start the coffee machine and then suck my dick until I was awake. It beats the hell out of any alarm ringtone on my phone.

I was actually a little surprised though because getting me up at 6:30 only meant that her punishment would start sooner. The only times she’s ever skipped my wake up call have been when she’s expecting a huge punishment or if I’ve been too soft on her for too long.

I got up and put on a robe before heading down for my coffee. Christy followed, wearing nothing but a short t-shirt that didn’t even cover half of her ass. As she bent over to grab a mug from the dishwasher I noticed that she was still had the plug from last night in.

“Did you remember to thank me last night when I rewarded you with my cum in your ass?”

A Massage For My Wife [MF] Part 1

We are away for our anniversary and I have booked a massage for you. You are wearing shiny pants without underwear cause you know it makes me crazy horny when I can see the outline of your pussy, and even more crazy when I notice others gazing at your crotch with lust.

You arrive, the masseur greets you wearing loose pants, the outline of his cock clearly visible through the thin fabric. He leads you to the room and asks what you would like worked on before leaving the room, but not without first glancing down at your crotch, which makes your pussy tingle and you get wet thinking about how much that would have turned me on. You strip and lie face down, a towel covers your ass. You wonder to yourself if he’ll notice your arousal, thinking he might see that your wet or smell your fragrant pussy.

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Hey I’m 26 [F] I’ll share some of my stuff if y’all want my Kik is Briannataylorhehe but I am a furry so I do wear my fursuit in my pics/vids probably won’t show my face tho don’t wanna get exposed cause I have a bit of a following on social media

deepthroating [MF] [oral] [based on true events]

I planned to deepthroat him if he let me suck his dick, so once he pulled his shorts down to reveal a gorgeous 7 inch cut cock, I didn’t hesitate. I started with basic licks and sucks to get his cock wet with my drool before taking him into my throat. I was rather out of practice, so I gagged, but he loved the feeling of me constricting around him as I choked. We were in his car so it wasn’t a perfect angle (him in the driver’s seat, me leaning over the center console), but he managed to thrust up. It wasn’t exactly a brutal face fuck, but he pinned my head down and rutted into my mouth.

I loved hearing him use me; the wet, slick sound of my throat being pounded with his dick, him moaning my name and saying, again and again, “Oh shit oh shit”. I let him cum that way and swallowed it all. When I sat up, he told me no had ever made him cum from oral alone. I smiled. He wasn’t my first to tell me that and I prided myself on that fact.

Together

My body covers yours. Engulfs you. Protects you.

You’re exposed. I’m exposed.

But together, I feel safe.

I look at you, adoring every detail, your eyes shine in the dark, your smile glistening despite the lack of light. Your hair, tasselled and layed on your shoulders.

I lean closer, kissing your forhead, moving strands of your hair behind your ears.

I slowly lower myself, kissing your nose, moving to your chin, to the neck, lightly biting.

My hands explore your body, searching every bump and crease in the dark, moving like the tide on the shore, up and down your body, caressing and loving.

I move down to your chest, holding your gentle shoulders, your slender arms, massaging your shoulder blades.

I kiss my way down, staying for a while around the soft, curved mounds, and the valley between them. My hands follow my lips, and caress your chest.
I try to melt into you, but fail.

Down, down I go, gently scratching your ribs, tickling your sides, kissing and loving your soft abdomen, and my arms wrap around your waist, holding tight.
My lips reach your navel, there I give a big, wet kiss, searching around with my tongue for every crease and fold.

Surrender [d/s]

I circle your prone form. The dim lights, slowly pulsating, outline the undulations of your naked body. The silence we share is palpable in the twilight under our roof. My eyes are steady, fixated on your exposed flesh. They consume you. Voraciously.

You lie, limbs spread, tied to my bed posts. The coarse strands of rope dig into your smooth skin. Your lithe form presses into the satiny white sheets. Your chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm. Each breath causes the sinews to slide over your ribs. You are bare. So very exposed. So very beautiful.

I now stand across from you, looking at your body over the plane of your toned stomach. Over the lines of your spread legs. I can hear a faint hum coming from you. From within you. I see the blinking light of the vibrator I had planted then as a reward. Now a trial of your silence. Your toes are curled. Your legs strain to not buckle. I can see your body thrumming with the strength of your restraint.

Man asks woman with godpowers to help him get out of a warrant [Ch 1] [college, light femdom, mind control]

If the world is all a single person’s dream, I know the dreamer. This girl I met in university was a witch, or a demigod, or plugged into the world engine or something. I was riding the bus to campus, listening to music in headphones and daydreaming about an argument I had with an ex-girlfriend, someone from years ago, just replaying it and seeing how I could have been more reasonable than I was. I do this often, replay conversations I handled poorly. And this girl, a beautiful Vietnamese girl with long black hair and bangs, wearing a skirt and a turtleneck sweater, leans forward from the row behind me, pushes her glasses up the bridge of her nose and says in a soft voice, “You did the best you could with what you knew at the time.”

Her response lined up with my inner monologue so neatly—like, heptacontagon in a heptacontagon-shaped hole kind of fit—that I at first heard it as my own thought. When I realized she was looking at me, that she had said it, I was so confused I couldn’t settle on anything to say in reply.

She moved up the seat beside me and offered her hand. “Minh,” she said.