Everyone said Caroline was a wench, ever since she turned 18 she had been screwing with almost everyone. From her brothers, cousins, servants and guards to the postman and her father's visitors. Now 20, she had the most tongue watering body anyone could dream of, her breasts were big and full, her stomach flat, her waist slim with slightly curved hips and a perfectly rounded backside. She had a beautiful body and an even more beautiful face. With her beautiful blonde hair, ocean blue eyes, little nose, slightly full lips and tan skin, nobody could resist her. She was always horny and it caused a scandal for her family for her father was a wealthy landowner who was known throughout the lands. And she had become quite the celebrity herself. She had everything she could ever want, or so she thought. She was the only daughter of her father and her mother had died long before. So her father spoiled her. A letter came for Caroline's father, he reads at the dinner table "My brother Hendrick, I haven't been able to spend much time with Caroline and I and the boys will be leaving England for good soon. Please send her to stay with us for the little time we have left. Your sister, Agatha". Hendrick folds the letter and says to Caroline "Dear, you heard what the letter says, what do you think?", "I'd love to go father, I've grown bored of this mansion already" replied Caroline. "It's settled then, pack the things you'll need, Joseph will take you to your aunt's tomorrow". "Yes father" said Caroline happily before running up the stairs. "I'm so excited, I can't wait" thought Caroline to herself "I'll have new people to have sex with, I'm tired of the guards and servants already". She arranged her luggage and drifted off to sleep with a smile on her face and desire in her mind. Caroline hurriedly runs to the carriage, kissing her father goodbye and rubbing the the stewards dick. She sits in the carriage and the sound of hooves fills the air. " I got up so early this morning to make myself look as beautiful as I can, I'm not sure I can hold my desire for sex before I get there", she yawns and drifts off to sleep. She wakes up a few hours later and it's already dark, the coachman stilll driving and Caroline craving some cock. "Nathan stop. Let's rest for the night", she says to the coachman. "It's dark and there might be bandits around" Nathan replies. "It matters not, park the carriage in a hidden place where we won't be found by any bandits". "Yes miss" he says. Caroline raises her dress and puts her finngers in her vagina, moaning so loud. "Nathan" she calls "watch me". Nathan turns around and looks at her wide eyed and open mouthed. She fingers herself, moaning from delight. She pulls nathan by his collar and makes him lie on the seat. She takes off her dress and sits on his face "Lick Nathan lick" nathan licks her vagina, putting his tongue as deep as he can. "Suck nathan suck, suck like you're going to die" Nathan sucked out delicious slippery cum from her pussy. Caroline gets up and takes off Nathan's trousers, "Wow. You're a big boy" she hungrily takes his cock in her mouth and sucks. She massages his balls while sucking his huge cock. " Oh my gosh" Nathan repeats. He moans and moans so loud. Caroline gets up and sits on him, putting his cock in her pussy he mounts him and rides him like a horse. "Fuck fuck fuck yeah" she screams. She feels the heat between her legs and the slippery movement of his cock in her pussy. She kisses him while riding him. She increases her speed and has him moaning louder than her. Finally she gets off and puts his cock in her mouth while he cums into it. "That was amazing" nathan says. "Yeah it was, goodnight" she replies. "Won't you put your clothes back on?" He asks. "Ha ha no. In case I get horny again I can finger myself and stroke my breasts. Goodnight again " she says. "Goodnight my lady" Nathan says
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Her heart was pounding as she walked by the crowd, this was hardly the first time but still the same she was nervous like all the others. She glanced around, 20 mins so far and she hadn’t noticed him. Her mind kept asking “can he see me, where should I go next. How long can I keep away”. The questions came at a rapid pace and then didn’t let up as she soothed her breathing. The outfit she’d chosen was sheer and she could feel the bit of the air against her nearly naked body underneath. Specific instructions had been left for her, but with enough that she could still choose from a handful of dresses she owned. This one was red, with black lace that traced throughout the bottom and outlined her chest nicely. The “request” as it was written to be made it clear “No Underwear”, so the cold had the most profound impact on her nipples, clearly visible to anyone that took more than a passing glance. The sudden realization and panic came over her like a wave, she’d zoned out and lost her focus. She spun around again to check her surroundings, the escalators 20 feet to her left, no more than 30 or so people milling about, largely families, and…that’s when she saw him, the trench he wore covering his shoulders and his dark glasses hiding his eyes. How long had he been watching her? Glancing around quickly she made for the escalators to get away. The game started for real now and she knew it wasn’t going to let up until he got what he wanted or she got away.
Sex Shop Cherry Pop [M,F Oral]
“Hey stranger, I was wondering when I’d see you again.”
Paul jumped as though he had been shocked. For weeks, he had been sneaking into Dildeaux, always hunched over, avoiding eye contact with the salesgirls. He purposely switched up the days and times that he visited, hoping none of the employees would realize how often he came to browse.
“How’d you like the hentai I picked out for you?” the salesgirl asked brightly.
Paul squirmed uncomfortably under her gaze. Her bright blue eyes were staring at him just a little too intensely. “It..uh…it was okay,” he stammered. He tried to make eye contact, but found himself overcome with embarrassment. What was her name? Kat? The last time he had seen her, she had followed him through the shop, peppering him with questions about what excited him. Paul had been too mortified to tell her that he was still a virgin, and that he had no idea what he was looking for.
“I think I’m looking for something a little more realistic?” he said uncertainly.
Kat nodded thoughtfully, her dark hair swinging against her cheek. “Any particular scenario?”
“Um…”
“Gay or straight?” she asked.
Two (MM)en walk into a bar… (F)
I'm not the type to drink much. I'm definitely not the type to drink alone. But it's been a long day. A long month, really. So here I am at this little dive bar – in a dress that's almost too short… drinking a Dark and Stormy. While I sit here trying to figure out how to compose myself on this solo trek from sobriety, I see the two of you walk in. You're all full of smiles and good cheer. I cast a sideways glance and a smile in your direction before ordering my next round and staring intently at the TV, like I have an invested interested in the teams that are playing and maybe I know a thing or two about football (I don't). You make your way to the two open seats next to me. We exchange small pleasantries of curt little "hey"s. I feel my heart race a little because you are both hot as hell, but I got back to watching the game, glancing at my phone from time to time, eavesdropping on your conversation and laughing at the friendly jabs you make to each other. After a few minutes you ask my opinion to clear up whatever good natured disagreement you two are having. Before long we're in a battle of quick wits and self deprecating humor. We people watch the rest of the bar. Give people stories. Make friends with the bartender. Have a few more rounds, sample a few shots on the house. I'm having fun flirting with you. Pitting you against each other and then one person's side only to defend the next one moments later. I keep finding my hand on your shoulder, your leg, playfully rustling your hair. I guess I'm officially drunk now. Happy drunk. Horny drunk. Of course… I came in horny sober.
Window Dressing. [BDSM, Exhibitionism, Humiliation]
Window dressing
It's been several weeks since you were summoned. Summoned or trapped? Smirking you giggle. If this is trapped bring more bait. Because you'd gladly do it again. The weeks have all been full of Erotic adventures. Some days have a routine. You wake and are told what to wear. Sometimes a suit, an innocent sundress, or just like a street walker but most times nothing. You spent several days nude in this house. Friends of him would come by and you'd be made to be objectified while they did business. Some days are far from routine.
Though the collar has always been there. Two inches thick it sits firmly around your neck. Locked in place but no seams. And the runes etched on it glow occasionally now. Collar still firmly secured somehow capturing your energy in a way that's unclear. Cross-linking of energy between you and this man has been entertaining. If released you think you'll let him live. For a bit.
You walk through the hall to the stairs, nude again. The air brushing your sensitive skin. You feel your full bottom seductively ripple with each step. Your flame hair cascades around your small form…and your horns almost tingle with anticipation.
Horny Band Nerds [M/F] [Highheels]
This story is about 90% true, but I figured with the embellishments I should post it here instead of gwstories. I had a gf/ex-gf that I had great experiences with as far as exercising my high heel fetish, though I added a bit of dialogue that would emphasize a bit of light femdom, as she eventually started employing it in later experiences.
I knew I liked high heels at a pretty young age. I’m not sure how it happened, but whenever I was home alone you could often find me in my older sisters’ closets looking through their high heels, wishing to see girls in them (though not really my sisters). When I finally got around to having my first girlfriend in high school, Lucy, I was hoping I would be able to explore this more with her. Lucy was short, perhaps an inch or two above 5 feet. Not thin, a little extra but still cute, with straight dirty blonde hair down a bit past her shoulders. After seeing her for a while, I opened up about my little fetish. She responded really well, and was eager to try it out. I couldn’t believe it! What I learned from Lucy was that I also liked light domination, and she had a great time doing it.
Work Place Adventures! [MF]
Hey there, my name is Ray. I’ve been working at this bowling alley for 5 years now and I must say that my coworkers are an interesting group of people! Let me tell you about Sarah. She’s 21, 6 foot, blonde hair down to her shoulders and legs that seem to go on forever. Now myself and Sarah have always flirted from time to time and she’s hinted at the possibility of hooking up in the past, but I’ve never acted on it because you really shouldn’t mix sex and work, that all changed last week.
“Ugh, remind me never to do anything for my family again” Sarah announced.
I looked around and noticed that we were the only two in the building so she had to have been talking to me.
“What’s up?” I asked.
“I’ve just been helping my family out with some financial issues and they continue to suck me dry. They all claim they’re going to pay me back but I’ve been waiting almost a year for some of them and I’m pretty sure I’m just never going to see that money again.”
[m/f] The Inferno
It all started with a rogue gaze. Who’d ever think that I’d be thrown to hell over and over because of that one gaze…
He had died. My friend, your lover. At that time, death was all too common for my part, but even I shed a tear or two at the burial. He was a nice guy, and he shouldn’t have been taken. When I gave you that one hug, I was honest. I wanted to take over your pain so that you wouldn’t suffer. However, it was all in vain. The harder I pressed you into me, the more you cried, and in the end, I had no more weight on my shoulders than what I had to start with. Shame really, as I’d have loved to take away your pain. I’m accustomed to suffering. You weren’t.
It was when the ceremony ended that you looked at me with those icy, blue eyes of yours. I do not know if it was something I imagined, but it looked like there was a glimmer of happiness hiding behind all the sadness. Now, when it’s all over, I think that one moment was the most honest one that we had.
[Trans] [Sadism] Trapped Spy
I am a 27 years old male field agent,I've been working in a private intelligence agency for a few years right after I left from the army recon unit,most of it has been a success or at least I managed to get out in one piece.One afternoon a package and a letter arrived into my apartment.It's another job for me,to infiltrate a building and plant a bug there.The thing is,my handler this time told me that my disguise right now should be more discrete and unexpected.
In the package I see a standard spying device to be planted in the designated place described in the letter.I keep digging through the package.I see an invitation for a party located in that building,and the recipient's name seems to be feminine… I think I know where this is going.In the package box I grabbed what it seems to be a long dark brown wavy wig,a pair of fake silicone breast,ladies underwear,a long sleeved black dress,a pair of high heel shoes with ankle straps,and a set of make up in a purse all matching with the color of the dress.
This one time, at work…..[pt 2][MF]
As 'ex machina' as it sounds, we are fortunate enough to park in a secluded area of the property. It's not completely free of people, and coworkers, walking around but it's not a high traffic area either. This is important because no girl I've been with has ever really been 'comfortable' with public sex (or anything past second base). I don't have a large car, and it began to dawn on me, as I sat her on the side of the hood, that there would actually be no place to have sex. Now would be a good time to describe what she wore, on that lovely body. Tonight was a different night, the dress code was more casual and she actually planned on meeting friends at a bar, so she had a dress on. Not a tight one, but not one that was too flowing either. It was black, and she wore some sporty cowgirl boots. The top hung off her should, with tiny straps keeping it from falling off her upper arms. It didn't show a lot of leg, which seems strange for a dress that cut above the knee, but the top more than made up for it with her exposed shoulders and neck line.