The lioness finds her predator [bdsm]

“Wanted, a dominant male.” she posted on a premium dating website, and then drew a long drag on her cigar. She looked around her plush office, surrounded by industry accolades, and business awards. She was on the forty under forty list of two power lists, and an unopened envelope on her table was the invite to a black tie event where she was going to be awarded entrepreneur of the year. Businesswoman par excellence, she was what they called a real ‘nut crushing cock blocking bitch’. She loved being the alpha woman, now as she sat in her black power suit, nails and shoes in scarlet , she sat answering some of her multiple mails, her fingers flashing with diamonds, diamonds that were worth a year’s salary of her top managers.

Diamonds were a girl’s best friend, but she wanted more, and what she wanted she got.

She had started her own media company, had divorced her high school sweetheart, and then gone on to build another two companies in the last two years.

Recruitment [FF, MC, Fetish] (Part 2 of 4)

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Alexis shifted on the metal chair, uncrossing her legs casually and relaxing her guard for a moment. She inserted a fresh tape in her hand recorder, not bothering to keep an eye on Christine’s reclined form. The young woman remained docile under the glare of fluorescent lights, her breathing shallow, her smile empty, her relaxed expression betraying no thought. The heavy restraints around her ankles and wrists seemed almost superfluous.

Professional detachment gave way to a fleeting moment of jealousy. The girl was an instrument of Felicia Prime’s will, subdued by a device Alexis only now began to understand. Such dreamy lust, such perfection… a mind begging to be shackled, so lost in divine reverence to a Dark, unseen mistress that the utterance of her very name was bliss and heaven and light.

Alexis chased away her resentment by running a hand over her pussy, still glowing with the warmth of Christine’s probing tongue. This Felicia was a formidable woman, but even if her collar was the most advanced slave-maker Alexis ever seen, it was still only a tool. Something that could be used by others, for ends both similar and different.

My Masseuse – Chapter 1 [Female POV] [F/M]

My eyes burrowed into the stack of dishes that loomed over the stainless-steel depths of the kitchen sink; yet another stale routine in the humdrum clutches of my suburban life. I exhaled softly, tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear as I pulled a pair of rubber gloves tightly over my hands, a false smile forming bravely upon my lips as I attacked the leftovers that stubbornly clung to the porcelain plates.

I had it all; a lovely home in a quaint suburban neighbourhood, a caring husband, and two loving children. Yet despite all of this, I had been unable to shake the feeling that I was a little trapped in my routines of late. It had been a feeling that had taken its roots in my subconscious several years ago, and one that I had not been able to shake since.

A clatter of dishes brought me back to reality as a bowl fell through my grip and toppled onto the granite worktop beside me.

“Are you okay?” Came my husband’s gentle voice.

I must have hesitated, lost in my own world, for his voice repeated his words a second time with a hint of concern.

17:07

I really wanna fuck you. I want to put this pussy in your face and never let you come up. Drown you in this gushy pussy. I want back shots til you rearrange my guts. I want you to make me orgasm til I cry. Fuck me daddy, I’ve been a good girl.

– Miss Lady G?

I [23M] invite a [18F] Cockney Sparrow round for some fun

There was a time when I was innocent, that was 20 years ago and this story harks back to “only” 10 years ago. I was familiar with the online world having frequented various (innocent) chat rooms since I became a teen spanning from the first foray into talking with people I could never have hoped to have known in real life up til this point where online hookups were commonplace but still pre-Whisk(other dating apps are available.)

It was my last year in university and I had just finished the last of my exams, the house was still contracted to us for another week but my housemates, both male, had already moved out. Bored and not wanting to waste my last week I decided to see what the chat rooms held. Booting up my laptop I went to the last place I remember having multi-age group chats and found a small somewhat quiet chat, probably less than 10 people and obviously the site was dying away to the variety of app based chats available.

Completely drained

We just walked in the front door, no sooner than hearing the door close I feel you grab my arm, turning me about. The look in your eyes fierce, filled with hunger. Pushing me against the wall, you lean into my body, kissing me, biting my lower lip. Deepening the kiss I feel your hands unbuckle my belt, unbuttoning my pants, lowering my zipper. You pull away from the kiss, looking me in my eyes for a second before leaning your mouth into my neck. I feel your mouth on my neck, kissing it, feeling your tongue trace circles on my most sensitive of spots. I feel your fingers grab my pants and underwear, shoving them down as your mouth works on my neck, enflaming my lust, driving my desire higher. Pulling away from my neck, I watch as you lower yourself to your knees, eyes never leaving mine. You grasp me in your small hand, looking me in the eyes you lower your mouth to my hard shaft. You begin placing kisses along the head and shaft, placing little licks, wetting my cock. Thrusting me to the base in your mouth, making me cry out and throw my head back in pleasure. Hungrily swallowing me over and over, making my knees weak. “ I need to sit.” I exclaim. Removing me from your mouth you follow me on your hands and knees as I move to the couch. I’m no sooner seated and you pull my shoes off, quickly followed by my clothes that were around my ankles. Shoving my knees apart you position yourself between my spread legs. Your hand grasping me, you wrap your lips around the head, your hand twisting up and down my shaft as your tongue and lips work the head and sensitive underside. As I continually moan and groan you increase the intensity of your sucking and stroking, bringing me ever closer to the edge. Your other hand reaches under your head, caressing and cupping my balls, a finger rubbing my taint as you once again inhale my cock to the base, sliding me into your throat. The extra stimulation causing me to swell in your mouth, my balls drawing tight to my body. You pull your mouth off me and rapidly stroke me bringing me over the edge, my cum shooting out over my stomach and running down over your hand. Standing you raise your hand to your mouth, licking my cum off and swallowing it. You then straddle me, lifting your skirt, and settling my cum coated cock inside you. Grabbing my shoulders you start riding me fast and hard, taking your pleasure from my body. My sensitive dick causing moans of pure pleasure to rise from my throat, my hands grabbing your hips tightly. You grab my head, heatedly kissing me, our tongues dueling, as you grind rapidly on me. Finally giving over to my animal side I hold you in place, fucking up into you, demanding your release. Breaking the kiss I latch onto your neck, sucking hard, knowing I’m marking you. Never breaking stride, I fuck up into you harder and harder. You finally give in, your pussy grasping me tightly, your body shaking over me as you cry out. Your orgasm is so intense you gush very me, your juices soaking me, running out of you, down my shaft, running over my sack, dripping onto the couch. Releasing your freshly marked neck, I pull your mouth to mine, kissing you deeply. Releasing your mouth I tell you “ I believe you have a mess to clean up you naughty little slut!” Smirking, you lift off me, dropping to your knees. “You’re going to pay for that” you mock. Leaning down I feel your tongue tracing over my shaft and balls, licking and slurping up our combined cum. Then with a mischievous glint, you swallow my still hard cock, sucking me with gusto. Keeping your wanton eyes on mine you aggressively suck my hard cock. I’m so lost in pleasure that I don’t notice you sneak a hand between my legs. Suddenly I feel your finger toying my backdoor while you continuously suck me deeply. I stare in your eyes, on your next plunge I feel you plunge your finger into me, rubbing it against my prostate. Look at you in shock and awe, any discomfort forgotten. I feel my orgasm suddenly swell, taking me by surprise after cumming so soon before. You take me into your throat and moan around me as you continue rubbing my prostate. My cock swells in your mouth as you pull back leaving only the head in your mouth, your other hand sliding up and down my shaft quickly. I cry out as an explosive orgasm overtakes me, shooting rope after rope of cum into your mouth, as you continue pumping your hand up and down my cock. As my orgasm slows you withdraw your finger, pumping the last of my cum into your mouth. You pull back with a slurp, opening your mouth, showing me my cum. Tipping your head back you close your mouth, swallowing my load. Standing, you look down at me “I told you, you’d pay for that” you smirk.

[MMF] The night that started it all

When I first met my wife she was a known whore. All the guys that I worked with either fucked her themselves or knew a friend that had her. They all thought she was wild, I thought of her nothing more then a slut, which I myself was fucking different girls constantly making me no better.

She was cute, brunette long hair, about 5′ 6, 90 pounds with a perfect ass and perky 34B tits. She looked good but just didn’t spark my interest at the time. We didn’t really talk alot, after all I knew alot about her from the guys she fucked regularly. I started seeing more and more of her at parties that summer and being drunk started hitting on her. She would always flirt then fuck one of friends which I could care less about.

Eventually I invited her over to one of my parties one weekend. She showed in a halter top and a mini skirt that barely covered her sexy ass. As the night went on my friends and I were all flirting with her, all of us trying to fuck her that night. At one point I convinced her to show us all her tits and have a topless beer, which she gladly obligated the offer showing off her studded pierced firm tits.

Screwing my employee [Female POV] [romantic] [MF]

I caught the eye of the bartender, raised my almost empty glass and gave him a smile and wink. He saluted, and proceeded to make me another drink. It was the unspoken arrangement we’d had all night. I guess I could have gone over there myself, but I paid for this party, and he’d get a generous tip at the end of the night. Besides, I didn’t want anyone to mistake my thirst for a willingness to mingle.

I gazed out over the crowd, mostly made up of my employees and their partners, but spotted a few reporters and bloggers in the crowd, as well. I tried to keep my face in a calm but happy mask as my date, sitting beside me, tried his best to rile me up.

Jack had his arm draped over the back of my chair so his hand brushed my long hair, which tumbled down my bare back. He had been warned that he needed to act like a perfect gentleman tonight, and he had obliged, but just barely. I didn’t object to his advances per say; we had been on several dates in the past few months and I liked him a lot, but all we’d done is made out a little. A young, female CEO of a multinational company that found itself under the scrutiny of the news media, especially the entertainment page, had to hold herself to a bit of a standard, and slutting around with her employees is not a good look.

My most recent erotic poem (untitled)

My wish is for you to say to me “come here bitch, I want my pussy licked!”

with your back against the wall, drawers dropped, and I presume to get
in position beneath in front you.

Now there you choose to grip
my full head of hair, use it like it’s a rein.
Nah, I’m not new to this.

You would be remiss if you refrain.

My dish can differentiate, stripped plain or with a full mane.

The vulva still gets kissed, I’m going to do it the French’s way.

You’ve just to say what it’s that you want done
then my tongue will obey your every craved for whim.
Verbal affirmance is a fun thing.

Be obscene, I’m freaky, unleash me I’ll turn you out uniquely.

Squeeze me, cream me, please keep feeding me all of your come screaming.

Vehemently buck your hips while I humm on the clitoris.

Leaving your labia glistening I’ll savor drips that run down your perineum.

If you’d like to come once again cunnilingus is but the minimum of all that I could lick.