Dom Boss catches employee in his office part 1 (whipping, foreplay)

When I open the door to my boss’s office, I’m instantly hit with the smell of teakwood. I sit down in his chair, the cold leather soothes my hot skin as I open his drawers to find every piece of paper and paperclip in an orderly fashion. I pour the amber whisky from his drawer into a crystal tumbler and swirl the bottom before taking a sip and sigh. It’s smooth like honey but has that bite at the end. And something about drinking Killian’s whisky in his office makes me feel dangerously aroused.

Opening the very bottom drawer, I find a black tie that he must have taken off and forgotten about. I take the tie out of the drawer, and clench the cold silk in my hot palm. My sex starts pulsating and my blood rushes to my cheeks and cunt.

No.

Focus.

I came in here for a reason, not to play with my things. I set the tie down on top of the desk like it’s poisonous, and take another sip of whisky. I continue opening the rest of the drawers just to come out empty handed. Fuck. I lean my head back in Killian’s chair but my eyes wander back to the tie, wondering what it would feel like to have the smooth material rub against me.

The Wayside Succubus – Part 1 [F/Tentacles][Triple Penetration][Succubus][Fantasy][Cum]

Another gusty breeze began to rattle the leaves on the trees ahead. Elise was on her horse and could feel the chill coming before it swept across her face and fought to bite at her pale skin beneath her clothing. She shivered when it reached her in spite the heavy traveler’s cloak wrapped around her. She hated the cold. It gnawed at her skin until it was numb and reminded her of how far she was from home.

But she didn’t mind thinking of home. Those were happy thoughts. *Very* happy thoughts. Elise was from The Wayside, a world filled with succubi and incubi. Two soft red suns raced around her planet, which kept it gloriously warm most of the time. Her people lived simply. There wasn’t a need for things like “work” or “chores” when you could spend every day having wild, kinky sex. Instead, primitive huts were scattered across open fields of sagegrass – all surrounding a wooden longhouse where the chieftess lived. At least in her village.

[M/F] [Exhibitionism] Sweat and Company [Part 1]

I hadn’t been to a party in years. Not from lack of invites, but from lack of ambition. The days of big house parties seemed to disappear after college, and dwindled even more as my friends gained honest employment and settled down. I thought I’d feel out of place, or at the very least, the guy everyone would assume is an undercover cop. Not from my age, but from awkwardly standing around waiting to get invited into conversations. That image of Steve Buscemi holding a skateboard with the caption ‘How do you do, fellow kids?’ always jumped to mind. I also realized I had next to nothing to lose, since I wouldn’t really know anyone else there. *Either I make some new contacts, or just steer into the awkward skid and get turned into some good stories. So win/win,* I convinced myself.

[M/F] [Infidelity] Rain by the River

I had known my friend Matthew and his wife Megan for a number of years. I met Matthew first, who would eventually marry Megan several years later. We all become fast friends, though I was attracted to her from the moment we met. She’s this really small, petite, blonde haired southern girl. Very easy to talk to and friendly.

She and Matthew were going through a rough period, but they were working everything out. He left to go to a music festival down south. Megan and I met one night for drinks at a micro brewery. I like beer with high alcohol content (like 8-9%). I had a few and definitely relaxed a bit. She only had one or two, and I’m guessing because of her small stature, it hit her just as hard. We weren’t sloppy drunk, just laughing, having a good time and good conversation.

The night came to an end, and I realized I needed to try to walk off some of that beer (which I know doesn’t really work, but I had precious few options at that point). She said she’d join me, which was unexpected, but I didn’t think much of it.

Service time [m/f] [cockworship] [hucow] [D/s]

The sudden light in the bathroom startled me awake, clearing some of the sleep from my mind as I look at myself in the mirror, lavender medium length bedhead, dark eyes still somewhat swollen with sleep, soft lips already wanting to be spread wide. I woke up touching myself, knowing that my Daddy will be awake and in need of service soon. I feel the moisture slick between my legs thinking about how good it feels to worship Him. I queue up some of my favorite themes to play to, soft full cowgirls, slick wet messy cock worship, bound and contorted bodies experiencing pleasure and submission, absorbing and brewing into my own submission and arousal. The clock sounds and I close my phone, a smile on my lips as I thrust the toy into my wet pussy, sliding in and rubbing all the best spots as my mind fills with images of Daddy’s cock inside of me, leaving me drooling and needy for my fix. Once it’s inside I turn on the vibrator and settle the clit suction on my sensitive nub, sighing softly in the fresh sensation of it. I heft my udders, teasing my nipples and sending shivers down my body. I don’t want to keep Daddy waiting any longer, so with intense sensation and arousal surrounding me I walk slowly into his room.

“Patton’s Drive”

After splitting with Tracy, Patton found a rental deal with five people he managed at the Rip’s Billiard Room & Bar in Pasadena. This rental was a mansion at the top of the hills in East Los Angeles. Two female bartenders, a waitress, a chef, and his best bouncer – shared the main house.

Patton rented the basement servant’s quarters. It was a large, basic apartment with everything he would need. Full kitchen, full bath, and a separate bedroom – a bedroom with closet that smelled of mildew. Damned thing seeped every time it rained.

“Good thing I’m in L.A.” If I lived in Seattle, I’d have to buy a fucking canoe.” he told his best friend Charlie.

Patton was a beautiful specimen. Twenty-five and striking. Soft blue eyes framed by high cheek bones, a square jaw, and a thick head of hair which was black as night. Six foot tall, one seventy – he projected innocence and strength all at once.

“Full Coverage” – Caught Live on the Local News [FM, Exhibitionism, Public Embarrassment]

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“Are you sure nobody can see us?” Katie peeked around the corner of the abandoned brick building as David loosened his belt. 

“Yeah, I told you, nobody comes this way since the construction started down the road. There’s nothing to worry about.” His voice was calm but authoritative, and she couldn’t help but stare when she turned to face him. The fluttering in her stomach was matched only by the heat coursing spreading slowly across her body as she took the sight of him in. His dark stubble gave contrast against his jawline, but her eyes were fixated lower.

“C’mon, I thought you were the ‘adventurous’ one?” She smiled at him and took a deep breath, checking the empty street one last time before nervously approaching him. David’s hand wrapped around her waist and pulled her in tight against his chest. The sun was just about to start setting as he kissed down her neck and smiled against her collarbone. 

She Makes Me Watch (FMM, Cucking, Humiliation, Degradation)

“Jesus… Mackenzie, do I REALLY need to be here for this?” I tried my hardest to sound forceful and confident. She could see right through it. She knows me better than that.

“Yes. LAWSON,” she glared as she put the extra emphasis on my name. She knows her tone can make me feel like I’m a total loser. “You DO need to see this. You need to know how it’s done the RIGHT way. I need fucked, and you just can’t get it done with what you’re working with.” She sneered down at my dick while she said it.

It’s not like I’m a small guy, either. 6’1″, 225, and fairly athletic. I guess I’m above average in the dick department, but it’s not like I’ve gone around comparing it with anyone. I guess that’s not good enough for her.

She was so sweet when we first got together. At least she ACTED that way. About 5’3, 115lbs, long, wavy black hair and super cute glasses. She looks like the picture of innocence. She was a little freaky in the bedroom, but lately, she’s just been so damn MEAN to me. When we’re in public she acts so sweet and lovey-dovey, but the instant we’re out of sight she practically rips her hand out of mind and glares at me. I tried figuring out what I did wrong, but I just don’t know.

Tales from Freetopia – Executive perks, First day on the 45th floor [MFMM] [Freeuse]

*In an alternative universe, the world of Freetopia is very much like our own, except the water on this world contains a mineral that makes any female of sexual maturity, (over the age of 18), to have reduced inhibitions, be susceptible to demands by males and have an increased sex drive. Laws exist to protect woman from any serious harm, but are otherwise considered as freeuse – any man may use a woman for his sexual pleasure, whenever and however they want.*

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**Tales from Freetopia – Executive perks, First day on the 45th floor**

The elevator pinged as the doors opened on the 45th floor of Paradise Corp, the executive floor. Harry adjusted his tie as he stepped off, and headed towards the reception desk.
The receptionist smiled as Harry approached, Harry took a moment to eye the young woman’s large breasts, straining against her white blouse, her cleavage clearly on display.

Still staring, Harry spoke. ”Hey, Harry Buckingham, I’m here to see Mr Stone.”

“Yes of course, Sir. His office is right down the hall, at the end.” Said the receptionist gesturing with her hand.

With a last lingering glance, Harry headed down the hallway as indicated.

The Pizza Dare, part 2 [FFM]

I showed up to Jenna’s apartment, ready for our “girl’s night in,” a bottle of Moscato wine in each hand. I wore as little as I could get away with in public; bikini bottoms that showed my toned, round ass, and a very loose tank top that I had made out of a shirt that I cut it out of. The shirt was a good two sizes too big. No bra, no bikini top. My tits are on the smaller side, but perky and perfectly shaped. When the breeze came along just right, any onlookers would have a perfect view of them. I made it a point to walk by as many groups as I could, reveling in the “holy shits” and “fuck me, look at HERs” as I pretended not to hear them. I was getting ramped up for a GREAT night.