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Once you see how bad she is craving your dick, you tell her to get her back to her knees . You tease your cock on her lips, making her think you are going to let her suck you off. With a strong firm force grab, you immediately slam your cock down her throat. Making her gag and choke, with spit running down her face. You take another handful of her hair and start thrusting inside her mouth and throat. You now have her spit dripping down your balls as they slap her chin with every thrust. After your cock is completely soaked in her spit and before she is able to realize what is happening, you pick her up and throw her on the bed, flipping her onto her stomach. After you see her arch her back for you, knowing what is about to happen, you are then able to take a look at her wet pussy and tight asshole staring back at you. You take your already soaked cock and slide it up and down her pussy lips, letting her pussy lube your dick even more. You decide this is the perfect opportunity for you take her by surprise and stretch out her asshole… Hard, fast, and effortlessly. You start thrusting your dick insider her, feeling her tight hole grip around your cock, squeezing. While you are inside her, you are able to feel her asshole push your foreskin back, allowing you to feel every slide of pleasure.
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The Secret International Society of Sissified Youth (SISSY) Order [Trans][Submissive][Sissification]
I am a card-carrying member of the Secret International Society of Sissified Youth (SISSY) Order. Well it’s not really a card but, more of a ring. This is my story of how I became member. I’ve been with the Order for 10 years of service, 8 of which were great. I’m not sure if I’ll make it to retirement but this is my story of how it all began.
It all started really when I was 11 and began dressing in my Mother’s clothes. I didn’t know what it was at the time but, being in women’s clothes just felt right. That might have been due to be molested by a neighbor during that time period but, I don’t look at that in a negative light. I believe he was just helping me find the way to my true self. Who knows, maybe I was asking for it, god knows I would do it all over again the same way if given the chance.
? about female orgasms
Hi! I’m starting writing erotica, but before publish my firt short story I would like to ask women some questions:
How does it feel an orgasm?
What are the sensations?
How reacts your body?
How can a man or yourself make you have an orgasm? For example: where do you need to feel the penis when being penetrated?
Where do you need to be stimulated (touched, licked, sucked, etc.) to have an orgasm?
What’s the best way a man can stimulate your clitoris (clit)?
How should be an orgasm to be qualified as intense (the bests you have had)?
What’s your prefered way of being stimulated for having an orgasm? For example: “I like when I’m being penetrated while I stimulate my clitoris with my fingers.” “I love when my man licks my pussy while stimulating my clitoris with his fingers.”
Is it obligatory to stimulate the clitoris to have an orgasm?
How many orgasms in average do you have when having sex and how much time do you have between orgasms?
What’s the biggest amount of orgasms you have had when having sex?
Hora De Castigo Para Los Chicos Sumisos
La profesora miró a la estudiante apenada y le sonrió, “No temas querida, aquí nadie te va a lastimar, pero a ellos,“ Levantó la mirada a los tres chicos yéndose del cuarto. Los tres ya saben que hacer “¡RAPIDO!” dijo la profesora Casandra a modo autoritario. Después la profesora se sentó en el escritorio de la oficina. Revisó una hoja de papel que tenía en la mano, “Así que eres Jessica C. y es tu primer fallo,” dijo al mirar a la susodicha ajustando sus anteojos, “Si profesora soy yo,”dijo Jessica algo asustada. Pero la profesora miró con diversión a la estudiante, “Relájate muchacha, aquí solo los hombres son castigados, ven conmigo y mira.” Salieron de la oficina y entraron al cuarto al lado del la oficina de Profesora Casandra.
Las dos mujeres dominantes entraron a mirar a los chicos. Al mirarlos, Jessica quedó anonadada al punto que cubrió con sus manos su boca. Los tres chicos sumisos habían cerrado las persianas del otro cuatro. Después los tres se comenzaron a desnudar, totalmente guardando su ropa en un armario que se encontraba en la parte de atrás del cuarto. El latino cerró el armario con llave y se dirigió al escritorio. Hincándose, ofreció a la profesora la llave, la cual tomó con la punta de los dedos y la metió dentro de uno de los gabinetes del escritorio. Los tres chicos sumisos estaban de rodillas frente al escritorio. La profesora tomó la mano de Jessica y la invitó a sentarse con ella sobre el escritorio. Jessica adjuntó sus dos piernas y colocó sus manos sobre ellas mientras que la profesora cruzó sus piernas, “Los tres ¿No ven que el calzado de su compañera y el mío están sucios? VENGA AQUÍ A LIMPIARLOS,” dijo la profesora al golpear con su mano con una regla de un metro contra su calzado. Acto seguido, los tres chicos sumisos comenzaron a lamer los zapatos tanto de Jessica como los de la profesora Casandra. Usando sus labios y lenguas limpiaron cada centímetro de dichos zapatos. Jessica estaba algo impresionada y no sabía que decir.
No esperaba este tipo de castigo dentro de una universidad. La profesora disfrutaba enormemente la tarea de los chicos sumisos. Levantó su zapato para que uno de los chicos lamiera la suela. Jessica imitó a la profesora y como era de esperarse, los chicos sumisos lamieron la suela del zapato de Jessica. De repente, él chico rubio y él moreno alzaron la vista para tratar de mirar por debajo de las faldas de ambas damas. Jessica lo notó y se cubrió poniéndose roja de vergüenza, “¡Pervertidos!” gritó la chica apenada. En eso la profesora se puso de pie y con la mano abierta abofeteó en la cara a ambos chicos, “Sucios degenerados, voy a castigarlos de verdad esta vez,” dijo la profesora enfurecida. Jessica miró a la profesora, “Profesora Casandra ¿Puedo castigarlos?” Dijo la estudiante, entonces la profesora obligó a ambos mirones a ponerse de rodillas frente a Jessica con las manos en la espalda. Él otro chico se colocó en la mina postura pero con la cara contra la pared.
Brimstone Series Book 1 (Downing Abbey) – Epilogue
**(Abigail)**
‘You look perfect,’ Jillian swooned, clasping her hands together. ‘I can’t believe how well you pull this old dress off.’
‘Thanks,’ I croaked. This was the same dress my mother was married in. Ever since I’ve known her, she was soft around the edges, and it’s crazy to think that this was hers. ‘I can’t believe it’s my mom’s. It’s so damn tight! Wait, don’t tell her I said that!’ Everything was more emotional today, and I was saying whatever came to mind.
The flap to our tent opened, and Luke walked in, a look of shock and confusion on his face. He was speechless for a second, giving Jillian time to scold. ‘What are you doing here?’ she berated. ‘This is so bad for the joojoo, you need to get out!’
‘I – sorry,’ he stammered, ‘I thought this was –’ He cut himself off, and strode the few feet separating us, launching his mouth onto mine, releasing a moan from my throat. I didn’t care that his hands were pressing even further into my already-crushed waist and I all but forgotten we weren’t alone.
Femdom Humiliation Games-Parts
More Ways To Humiliate Your Submissive Man
Femdom Humiliation Games
The game is pretty simple, you allow the submissive man to role the dice and let chance determine his activity / punishment / torment / humiliation. Some of these are quite lengthy and some are quite painful. A few require specialized equipment (tall ceiling and a hoist) and some involve items not in most modern households (wooden clothes pins, cotton rope, whips, paddles), but may be quite common in the house of a practicing Femdom Dominatrix.
The game is setup with live-in D/s couples in mind but can be played as a party game with multiple couples – sort of like a D/s version of spin-the-bottle . A lot of activities can be part of a session between a pro-domme and a client. Most of the activities are set up for a male submissive and dominant femdom woman.
End of the Affair – [Mf] [cheating]
Something felt different this time when I was inside her.
Cara’s long black ponytail followed her head’s movement in time-delay. I could see the auburn strands highlighted in the weak light of the hotel room. I savored the feel of her soft light brown skin as I pulled her hips into me, creating more resistance as I push up inside her. Normally, she would quickly respond by grinding into me, but she hesitated. Was her mind somewhere else? There were plenty of reasons for that–I had never lost her while we fucked before, though.
I reached up and grabbed her assertively by the back of neck to force eye contact. “Stay with me.” She nods and I reach up to grab the ponytail. I pull her head back as I increase the cadence of my thrusts, enjoying the path of least resistance through her small breasts shaking wildly.
Her hips begin grinding in concert with my pounding and I know I have her back, even if only briefly. I pull her down again and wrap my muscular arms around her thin frame–holding her tight against my pale white skin as I bring us closer. I feel her nipples harden against my chest and her breath against my neck. I squeeze her and feel her gasp. I release and she takes in a deep breath to speak.
Corrupting Corrine – Part 1 [MCtrl] [cheat] [teacher/student] [psychological] [long]
The eraser of Corrine’s pencil tapped, tapped on her notebook. It had made contact with the paper far more times than the tip over the course of the afternoon. Yet her focus was not out the window or within her own mind, but on the lecture before her.
“So I hope, as we continue through the semester, your view of the human mind will evolve similarly to how the views of psychologists have evolved over time. The human mind is not a machine. Yet it cannot be viewed entirely as a self-determining entity, either. We need to look at the pyschological, social, and physical influences on the mind before we can understand how to help a patient – we can never view the mind in isolation from these factors, never as totally independent.”
Dr. Carson, submitting to the students restlessly beginning to pack up their things as they watched the clock approach 4:30, then shut off the powerpoint presentation above. “I’ll see you all on Wednesday. Please remember there *will* be a quiz.”
Corrine’s phone vibrated in her pocket as she began to pack away her own notebook.
Downing Abbey – Chapter 19
**(Abigail)**
*Wham!*
The gavel was swung and I had a smile the length of Tennessee on my face, as Cheryl and I locked eyes. She was all pursed lips and clasped fingers, and fighting back tears.
I hugged my team of lawyers beside me consisting of Luke and Jillian. She demanded to be second chair when she found out, and said that they ‘needed a woman.’ I completely agreed, and we used it to put our firefight past us.
I gave a thumbs up and a smile to Jacob, Chris, and Steve, looking like they just stepped off the set of *Suits*, and each stood up, applauding the decision.
I waved to Stacey, who was temporarily back in New York. She was a smashing hit in her HR job, but the long hours and multiple mistresses – seriously Todd? Your loss asswipe – tore their relationship apart. She needed some time away from D.C., and I was happy to have a roommate again.
I weaved my way to the back of the courtroom, where Cheryl was sitting alone.