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When this corona shit started i went with my parents to my lake house and we stayed there for a while. One morning i woke up and my parents told me that there friends will come and they will stay with us for week and they’ll bring their daughter. I was supraised bc we were never close.
She was 18, cute had medium size tits nice butt. I’ve always wanted to fuck her but i was scared to try bc our parents were close friends.
I always had an eye for my sister. I had thought about her quite frequently. My friends found my sister hot and some even told me they masturbate to her hot photos on instagram. My sister was like that. She had a nice body and wasn’t shy to show it off. She was kind of slutty.
I knew it was wrong to think of my sister like that. But if you saw her, fuck, if any man saw her like I saw her that day, he wouldn’t be able to control himself.
I was 18 at the time and my sister was 21.
It was a fine morning and I woke up with a raging boner. I was in a mood to jerk off. When I turned on the other side of the bed, I saw my sister sleeping. She was wearing nothing but her red panties and red bra. She looked like a piece of art. Her plump white ass and juicy tits were hanging out.
Why was she in my room?
I didn’t care. I wanted my cock inside her pussy. I wanted to taste her nipples and suck her pussy till she came.
You’re on a hot streak. 3 guys in 5 days. You’re scrolling Tinder just for fun now. No huge push to pull in anything else since you like the rotation you’ve got going. Then you see Jose. Dark hair, dark eyes, muscular. He reminds you of Tim. Tim was hot and that’s still probably the best sex you’ve ever had. He helped you discover so many things. Fucking narcisstic asshole.
You message Jose first and tell him he’s hot. He says you’re gorgeous. You exchange some pleasantries and then he asks you if you’d like a loving, adoring man to take care of you while you’re still able to go out and fuck young, hot, hung studs. You tell him that sounds like a dream. He asks for your number and you give it to him.
You’re dripping wet while you text him. He asks you if you’re real. You say he should Facetime you to find out. He does and he’s even fucking hotter on camera. You read him some of the sexts from the others. He tells you you’re wild and it’s so hot. You say you know. Conceited bitch.
He and I had been sexting for a while, we had met on an app during the pandemic and hit it off right away. He was a few years older than me, tall, handsome, and gorgeous eyes. I knew the first time I saw him I had to have him. We’d known each other for about a year and I couldn’t take it anymore..I had to meet him. Unfortunately he lived a few states away. But I was always down for a road trip. I
I decided why not, life is too short and god did I need a hard pounding just thinking about it was making my pussy soaked. I could feel it making my thighs wet as I rubbed them together.
So I made the spontaneous drive. I didn’t know exactly where he was I just knew he wasnt far from where my family was from. When I finally got there I sent a picture to him of me topless in front of a landmark (he had to know where I was) And with a text that said, “see anything you wanna bend me over?” Instantly I got a text reply, “Give me 20 minutes”
Your heartbeat quickens as you push the car door shut and begin to walk towards the hotel. 2:28, you were right on time, as long as don’t turn back. Luckily you received your room key yesterday so there is no need to go through the lobby. It takes a minute to get the side door open (because you nearly dropped the key) and you nearly jump when the door slams behind you (darn wind). The little envelope which had housed the key has ‘213’ written on it in black sharpie so you begin to climb the stairs. Each step has you wishing you hadn’t worn an outfit so tight.
Slightly impressed with yourself you make it to the second floor without tripping. The beige door pulls back easily revealing a standard hotel hallway. Red and yellow flower patterns on the carpet, light brown walls which you can just see match the smallest detail in the floral arrangement beneath your feet. You pass the ice and vending machines before reaching room 213. ‘Very convenient to be near the ice,’ you think. The thought must have distracted you just enough to not realize that you had your hand on the door handle, brought the key to the reader, turned the handle, and walked inside without shaking or second guessing your decision.
The lights are already on but it is clear you are the only one inside. Looking around you notice that the suite was larger than you expected. There is a nice size sitting area in the first room with a two cushion couch, sitting chair, two end tables, and a large table that was covered with a towel. Your eyes trace over the hills and valleys indicating there are several items underneath. You think you can make out a few items but refrain from disturbing the scene.
The bathroom is a pretty standard for a hotel room. White walls, single sink with a large mirror. The large bathtub catches your eye and you smile thinking about soaking in that later.
Further into the room you find the master bedroom. There lying on the king size bed is a large envelope with your name written beautifully across the front. Your smile returns as you reach for it. But just as your fingers almost touch it you hesitate. 2:35, you still have time to walk out and pretend this never happened. No one would blame you. You turn around and sit on the bed, your hand shakes as you bring it up to your cheek to think. The shaking draws your attention down towards your hand but you look through it. On the floor lies a black piece of fabric. A moment passes before you bend down to touch it and discover how soft the material feels in your fingertips. You stoke the fabric gently and bravely slide your wrist into the hole at the end. ‘So soft,’ you think to yourself as you feel the restraint slide back and forth along your wrist and forearm.
You know the rules. Though ive had contraced Subs I’d never ask or force anyone to sign. You have given up control. A casual observer would never guess. You are a strong, intelligent and confident woman. A leader in your industry. Managing teams of people. Little do they know when you get home as soon as the door shuts behind you. You give up all control. It’s the only time in your day you can let the waves take you away. Sometimes choppy yet calm you know today a storm is brewing. You have told me what you have done. I am waiting in front of a roaring fire place as you arrive. The flames dancing in my eyes. Mirroring what is going on in my mind. You can not make eye contact because deep down you know what you did. You let your coat slip down your shoulders and silently puddle at your feet. You flick your heels to the corner of the room. You take your black lace underwear off. Down your thigh passed your pointed toes gripping them in your hand. Kneeling down you fall to my feet. “I’m sorry Daddy” you whimper. Handing me what is mine. “Not a word” I growl. Gaze still down cast you nod your head ever so slightly. I take your proffered offering. They are soaked, your aroma strong enough to make my nostrils flare. Waiting a moment as if contemplating i reply with “open your mouth.” You part your lips without hesitation. I take your panties and stuff you. “You are having trouble following direction”. You nod. “You know this is something i must punish” more firmly this time you nod again. I grip your arm and sit you next to our bedroom door. “You may not cum” I state and you know this command to be law. I open the bedroom door and laying there tied down is that you slut we picked up at the bar weeks before. And she was a screamer. Your heart rate speeds up as i go in. I leave the door open just a hair giving you a full view. I mount her and all you have eyes for is my firm ass held tight shoving into her like a parched man needs water. Her moans can likely be heard outside the house. You part your legs at the sights and a puddles forming on the hardwood floor. You know it’s bad but the embers of your sex is burning. Your hand finds there way under you skirt and you rub and play while watching the show. Your mouth is watering and mixing with the left over messes you made through the day. For some reason this turns you on even more. That whore doesn’t deserve your Master you think. Her screaming orgasm comes to a crescendo and it take every fiber of your being not to cum. “You may come clean up” I command. Unable to stand you crawl your way to our bed letting me remove the gag from you. cleaning us both thoroughly with your tongue. I left my spunk on her chest. You know that is yours. side eyeing this intruder in your bed. You greedily lap it up. “You did well kitten” i whisper in your ear. Beaming with pride you know we give each other needs. You may sleep around and i may hold You to a high standard but I am you perfect Master and you are my perfect sub. We make mistakes and learn continuing our adventures you by my side or a puddle at my feet.
**NOTE:** Before you start to read, if you want to know why this story seems weird at times, go and read the authors note at the end. If you want to discover what’s going on for yourself, be my guest….
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I still remember that fatal night with you, my love. It was raining in a light drizzle, a misty fine spray that covered the city, fog curling and billowing underfoot. I was tired that day, too tired to describe, with my face an ashen sculpture of abject sorrow. My bones felt like lead, and my muscles screamed with every step that I took.
In my mind, much like the fog beneath my feet, despair and pain gushed and crashed like tidal waves of emotion, the rocking rhythm of their dance cracking blows at my own subconscious. Deep within me, beyond the pain, behind the barriers that made up my facade to society, there I lay, as an infant baby born raw from the womb.
Alone, terrified of the world, and my own uncertain future.
The fact is, I was really looking forward to her visit. She and I met online at a spanking site and had hit it off quite well. When I invited Tasha to come out and stay for the weekend, she said she couldn’t wait. Apparently, that was an understatement.
Imagine my surprise when, instead of arriving Saturday morning as planned, I found her at my door on Friday afternoon.
“Oh! Hi!” I exclaimed.
While giving her a welcoming hug, I nervously glanced over my shoulder at my apartment which wasn’t as tidied up as I like to have it while entertaining guests.
“Don’t worry about it!” she said when I apologized for the minor mess.
Nevertheless, I quickly headed into the kitchen to push a few forks and dishes into the sink as she made herself comfortable in the living room. Then, after fixing Tasha a drink, it was into the bathroom to make sure everything was shipshape.
Tasha seemed a bit miffed when I told her I had to go out and do a few things before starting our weekend together. Her irritable mood made for a long afternoon as we went about running errands.
(ok so this is my first time doing this kinda thing and my descriptions might be a tad bland and my Grammer might be horrible but everything in this is entirely fictional and all characters are above 18)
Adam wakes up with a massive morning wood. “Fuck” he mutters under his breath as he rolls out of bed and puts on his sweat pants his 6in bulge still sticking out. He then leaves his room and goes to the bathroom. As he does his business he then walks out and double EE breasts are in his face. “Oh sorry baby I almost hit you there” she says with a sweet an innocent smile, but behind that smile is a woman wanting to do so many sexual fantasy’s with just about anyone.
“It’s ok mommy” her name is Grace, she is 7ft tall with lush brown hair and soft blue eyes her ass is not to big but not to small nothing she would be anyone’s dream girl. He moves to the side and she steps into the bathroom “hey baby can you get more toilet paper” he walks to a closet and grabs toilet paper and hand it to her. They have an open door policy, “thanks baby” she takes her pants off and she slowly takes her panties off as if she was trying to tease adam. He walks away before his errection comes back.
Jacob, Otto, and Tyler had been best friends since they were young. Jacob’s family was a bit more ‘well to do’ than Otto and Tyler’s. Jacob even had his own Atari and TV in his room, so naturally the boys would end up hanging out at Jacob’s house playing video games together on his Atari. However whenever they did Jacob’s annoying little sister Sadie would butt in and demand to be included. Jacob’s mom would always take her side and insist the boys try to get along with her as well. They begrudgingly allowed Sadie to stay in the room and watch them play but they didn’t interact with her much. Maybe the odd bit of chit chat and let her play a round or two but otherwise kept to their little group. This continued all throughout high school but eventually the trio went their separate ways to college.
A few years passed, the boys were still in college and Sadie had graduated highschool. That summer Jacob had called up the guys and asked them if they wanted to meet up, go back to their old hometown and hang out like they used to. Neither had much going on and readily agreed. They were all feeling a little homesick after all. They all went home, reconnected with their families for a few days and finally met up back at Jacob’s place just like the old days.