Overwatch – Corporate Misconduct [MF, Symmetra, Rough, Hardcore, Creampie]

Symmetra regained consciousness with a start. The dark-skinned Indian woman quickly looked around as she tried to remember where she was and what had happened. Quickly enough, she saw she was at home, but the reason she was just waking up still eluded her. Someone grabbed me from behind, she remembered. As her gold-brown eyes continued looking for clues, she realized that both of her arms were bound behind her back and she was seated in a chair in her kitchen. The specialist in solid-light projection combat struggled to break her bonds. Unfortunately, even her white cybernetic arm was unable to break the bonds that had been placed on her arms and locked them behind her back.

“Ah good, you’re awake. I was worried the gas was too strong.” A voice rang out in Symmetra’s dark kitchen. Almost instantly she started looking for the threat, but she quickly realized something even more urgent than the stranger’s voice and the fact that she was tied to a chair. She was naked!

Excerpt from Gail’s Pleasure MF from TheCliterature.com

Excerpt from Gail’s Pleasure from [https://www.thecliterature.com/post/gails-pleasure](https://www.thecliterature.com/post/gails-pleasure):

“Gail let herself melt into Tom’s kiss. His hands moved swiftly, and their lips barely parted as he pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it aside. She shivered as cool air touched her body in sharp contrast to the warm hands that moved around to the middle of her back and unhooked her bra.

He pushed her gently back onto the bed and let the bra slip over her arms as she lay down. His fingers hooked under her jeans and he unfastened the button, pushing them and her panties down in one motion until they gathered at her ankles. He left them there like bindings as he pushed her knees outward and opened her thighs.” -Read more at [https://www.thecliterature.com/post/gails-pleasure](https://www.thecliterature.com/post/gails-pleasure)

The Friday Show (2) – Until sunset [F-solo, mc]

Laura was jogging when the phone rang. Her sister’s name appeared on the display of her smartwatch. Without slowing down her pace, she answered the call on her earphone.

“Hey Steph”

“Are you at work?”

Laura smiled. What a piece of work her sister was. They hadn’t heard from each other in about a month and she didn’t even bother to say a proper hello. “I’m good, thanks, what about you?”

“Sorry. I’m fine. Look, I just wanted to… Are you running?”

“I am. Are you? You sound short of breath”.

“Ah… No, that’s nothing. Listen, you need to go home and watch Channel Four”.

Laura frowned, loosing her pace. Her run came slowly to a halt. She had a bad feeling about this; it had been an unusual day since the DA Mark Learney had sent the entire staff an email saying that all meetings for the day had been canceled and that they could work from home that Friday. Her worried emails and calls received no answer and in the afternoon, to take off her mind from the issue, she opted to go for a jog.

A Bisexual Conversation [mm][oral][desire]

“Don’t make up your mind yet. Let me prove it you.”

“What are your going to prove?”

“That I understand.”

“You mean what’s inside my mind?”

“Yes.”

“And you think you can?”

“There are things you can’t admit. But wish you could. I can see it in your eyes.”

“Interesting.”

“So why hesitate?”

“Well, it seems like a no-win scenario.”

“How so?”

“If you are wrong, then that’s going to be a disappoint. And pretty damn awkward. If you’re right, then you are going to have way more insight into my mind than I care for.”

“We don’t know each other, right? Not much, at least. We have that distance of strangers, that attraction of strangers, which allows me to give something very special to you.”

“And what is that?”

“The experience you are so looking for.”

“Keep going.”

“Look around. There are men around us everywhere. They all have that sexual thing you find so erotic. And yet, not a single one of them is accessible. You can go through your entire life, and not a single one of them is ever going to be accessible. Not without great risk. Not without you having to slog through the realities of finding a partner. Just think of how hard it is to reach a point of intimacy with a woman, much less a man.”

A Weekend Lust Letter (F)

Oh hello, Love.

Right now I’m sitting in the arm chair, slowly braiding my hair down my right shoulder. My fingers are deft, working quickly. There is jazz playing in the background, I think it’s Myles Davis or Wynton Marsalis, but I can’t put my finger on it.

I want to be your aching, moaning, wanton cum slut. But here we are: I am sitting with my hair braided and my legs spread. And you? You aren’t here. I so wish you were though.

This is a predicament.

Do I want to touch myself here? Do I want to lean back comfortably, draw my fingertips up my inner thighs and lightly touch my pussy… Rub my clit in slow, sweet circles, not unlike I know you want to? Maybe.

Or do I want to do it in the shower later on tonight? If I wait to please myself under the hot spray of the water, my moans will get lost in the background noise. But I love how the steam swirls around me, the water running over my breasts…. it would be irresponsible to keep my hands off of myself.

The Jump 3[FMMMMM][teenage][gangbang][taboo][DP][oral]

The sound of dice tapping and rolling on the hard, wooden table could be heard throughout the house. Stephanie’s brother and his small group of friends played Dungeons and Dragons, loud and rowdy, as they did every friday night. Stephanie remembered watching them play sometimes before her jump when, she was still a man. They would play their characters, have a few drinks, and have a wonderful time in their fantasy world.

There was her brother, Jon, and four of his friends, all getting together every week. Nathan was tall and robust, with sandy hair and unkempt stubble. He wore a hawaiin shirt and blue jeans, and had a deep but playful voice. Stephanie had never thought much of him, though she remembered back when she was a teenage boy, before the jump, that he was a funny guy.

Jenkins was on the shorter side, with a very thin but athletic build. His hair was a soft ginger colour with a bit of blond, and he had a perfectly trimmed goatee and an ironic handlebar mustache. He wore a black, short sleeved, button down shirt, and khakis. Stephanie saw this charming, quirky quality in him, and saw him as sort of a sweet, hipster sort of character.

Fun with temperature

//**DISCLAIMER** Don’t do this IRL. Hypo/hyperthermia sucks balls, and not in the fun way. Now on to the show//

He couldn’t shiver, he thought to himself. If he got hypothermia, even just once, she’d never do this with him again. He focused on anticipating the pleasure to come; the thought of what she would do to him sparked the urge to masturbate. But that would spoil the fun. He thought of her, sitting in the sauna, not 10 feet away from him but still out of his reach.

The heavy metal door to the freezer shrieked open and his heart stopped. There she was, the doorway framing her heavenly sculpted body: wide sumptuous hips that invited you to bury your face between those muscled thighs, small but perky breasts, hair up in a ponytail, and steam and sweat rising off her glistening skin. Her eyes pierced right through his soul and froze him in place. She slowly sashayed over as he began to tremble.

“Lie down for me, hun,” she spoke smoothly, sending goosebumps and shivers down his neck and spine, and he immediately complied. The bench he had been sitting on now became a bed as he waited for the warm touch of his mistress.

“Bahama Vacation” [cuckold] [hotwife] [true]

Originally written by asianhotwifescuck at https://samanthasummersinstitute.org/community/forced-bi-cuckolding/real-cuckold-stories/#post-359

We needed some time for just the two of us to be together. Between the stress of work and raising three active children, we somehow lost the ability to connect with each other. We were both successful in our work life, but that had come at a cost. Time away from each other and shuttling kids between activities left little time for the two of us as a couple. Somehow there were not enough hours in the day to spend on ourselves.

We both thought a trip with just the two of us was just the thing to help us reconnect by getting some time together, and my wife, Julia, thought it was a great idea as well. When she mentioned that she wanted to vacation on a warm, tropical island, I pictured a week of Julia in swimsuits and short dresses for me to drink in with my thirsty eyes. Perhaps Hawaii, the Bahamas, or Puerto Rico would be nice. We booked a flight to the Bahamas and looked forward to a warm weather vacation and to opportunity to spend time together.

The Wrong Road [Part 3] [Witchcraft] [Oral] [Anal]

THE WRONG ROAD
PART 3

Leaving my new favorite botanical specimen I delved further down the path.
After going about a mile I began to hear voices.
Moving very quietly I did my best to be stealthy while looking for the source.
As I rounded a corner I saw a pair of hunters sitting in a blind.
Not very good hunters at that.
When you are hunting quiet is the golden rule.

I was about to sneak around them to avoid detection when one of the hunters left the blind and walked right up to where I was standing.
He had to be no more then ten feet away when he un-zipped his fly and took a leak.
I mean come on, really dude I’m standing right here. I said.
He just ignored me and continued to empty his bladder right in front of me.
I even yelled at him and he never noticed me.

How could you not notice a naked boy sporting a permanent erection not more then ten feet away?
Retracing my steps I turned back towards my the estate.
As I passed the Gorth they picked up their heads in hopes that I would play with them again.