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LEGAL DECLARATION:
This is a work of fiction written solely to entertain.
All characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older.
The situations described in this story are for the sole purpose of entertaining the reader. Events and Characters in the story are completely fictional and any resemblance to real world persons or events are purely coincidental.
STORY:
*Part 2 of a three part episodic*
“What the fuck is a Sterling”, I thought to myself. This was not what I’d had in mind at all when I came to meet you tonight. I’m more of a private person, especially when it comes to being intimate, and here I was at what looks to be a sex club? A swinger’s party? A burlesque show? I wasn’t sure what this was, and while I felt intimidated I was also intrigued. A cocktail waitress in black lingerie brought us two glasses of champagne and before we clinked our glasses together you looked me straight in the eye and asked “Do you trust me, my little pet?”
There’s that delicious part of our dynamic: ultimate trust. You’ve spent months pushing my boundaries a little bit at a time… edging me further out of my comfort zone. And the further you push me, the more I realize what pleasure can feel like. You started with small things, like telling me what to wear… and telling me what to say… telling me when I could cum and when I had to keep still. I know I’m not supposed to like being told what to do… but I do. I like it. I need it. There’s a safe space inside our time together when I surrender myself to you completely; when you own me. I held your gaze and replied “Yessir. I always trust you. Aaaaand what the fuck is a Sterling?” You looked past me and pointed to the stage, “You’re about to find out.”
As they joined the group, the journalists were the first to surround her with congratulations and praise. One proclaimed that she had been unfamiliar with BDSM until this point and that it had always seemed dark & intimidating, another gave her a wolfish grin and asked if she was going to be the only performer in the dungeon.
“Oh no, there are kinks that aren’t my expertise and my fellow performers all want a chance to play for an audience. All of the participants you saw up here will be performing in the dungeon at some point based on the character they are portraying up here.” Freya turned her sweetest smile on the journalists, knowing she had them eating from the palm of her hand. “The performance schedule will be posted on our website if people are interested in finding out more.” The journalists thanked her for inviting them and melted away to mingle with the other guests.
The next group to envelop her were her closest friends, all of whom were well aware of her proclivities and some of whom had been fellow participants in the past.
**WARNING**: This story contains the following potential triggers:
– Nonconsensual sexual activity
– Blackmail
– Spousal infidelity
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#Grainy Video from the Office Storeroom
The room was stone-floored, uncarpeted with bare-brick walls. It was small, not much larger than a utility room in an apartment basement. There were no windows – a naked bulb hung from the ceiling, its brilliant light casting shadows in disorganised patterns on the floor and walls, the shifting dark profiles of the sparse but functional furniture. Alison was standing, her knuckles tightly gripping the back of a rustic wooden chair staring at the grainy black and white images that played on the monitor on Jack’s desk. Jack himself stood by a filing cabinet in the corner opposite the only entrance; there was no reason for him to view the images that flickered on the screen, he had seen them multiple times before.
Even beneath the thick layers of her make-up, Jack could see the colour draining from Alison’s face. Her lips were tightly pursed – thin at the best of times, but now compressed like shards of sharpened crystal. Her knuckles whitened on the back of the chair, her stomach churned and her eyes were fixed – glinting brown irises swelling with a dawning realisation.
“Take a seat, Mr. Fisher.”
With his head cocked back, Hayden strode into his professor’s office.
Sitting at her desk, Professor Angeline watched Hayden like a hawk, observing the rebelliousness of his posture. “Get that snide look off your face,” she demanded, sharpening the tone of the room. “I did not call you in here so that you could practice wearing your defiance like a badge of honor.”
Hayden took a seat. “Alright.” He shrugged and shook his head. “Then what did you call me here for?”
“I called you in here because I am growing weary of your blatant apathy toward my class and your outright disrespect towards me as your professor. It is clear to me that you do not care in the least about passing this course, nor do you have any sense of respect for your superiors.”
The seriousness of the moment only made things funnier to Hayden. He smirked as he thought to himself, *No shit. Don’t exactly need a degree to know that one.*
Miss shakes him awake.
“Come on,” she says, pulling him gently out of bed. “I’m taking you on another adventure.”
His eyes widen slightly, and he follows her eagerly.
“Face the door for me little one.”
He obeys.
And then the world goes dark. He hears the rustle of silk as she ties the blindfold firmly.
She takes his hand, and leads him though the door.
Eventually they stop. He doesn’t quite know where he is, or what exactly Miss wants him to do, but he’s determined to do as he’s told. He heard traffic on the way here, and now he hears voices, loud and echoing, and there’s soft music playing to his left.
Miss lets go of his hand and presses him against something cool, which curves away behind him.
“Be a good boy and get undressed for me whilst Miss gets something,” she tells him firmly, and he does so, struggling not to fall as he takes off his trousers. She steadies him with a hand and a soft sigh. When he takes off his t-shirt, he nearly gets a glimpse of his location, but she adjusts the blindfold too quickly for him to take anything in.
Dreaming
disclaimer: i write filthy memoirs. i like to be descriptive and i also use terms like “slut” and “whore” among other things. this does not give you an open invitation nor permission to call me any derogatory or pet name. please be mindful of that if you’d like to indulge in my deviance.
TL;DR me thinking about being fucked in a car by a man i had worked with. long, detailed and dirty.
trigger if you don’t like public play 🤷🏻♀️
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You crept up into my thoughts again..
It was an early evening, a hot one – 91° to be exact and the air was thick. I was at a street fair with some friends. In dark blue jean shorts and a white crop top, no bra as per usual. I spent my time wandering down blocked off streets, glancing at vendors and slightly paying attention to my friends laughing ahead of me. Hendricks and ginger ale in a clear plastic cup perspiring in my hand. Contemplating all of the things I could be doing. And then you found me..
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When he lifted his finger slowly back from the thin material, there was a thin thread of fluid tracing back from Nick’s finger back to his new boss, Tracy’s, soft panties. The memory of what had transpired in order for him to come into their possession ran back through his mind as Nick touched his thumb to his pointer finger and rolled them together before he brought them to his nose and breathed in Tracy’s intoxicating nectar. He gave into his lust and ran them over his lips before he darted his
tongue to lick her sweet juices.
It all started New Year’s Eve night with another couple we went night clubbing with. We were all in our lower 20’s. I grew up with the other male, we were really good friends. The other couple was married, whereas me and my partner were in a ltr but not yet married. After clubbing the girls were quite tipsie and feeling good. They suggested we go to there home. We arrived and me and my gf sat on the couch the other couple were sitting on the floor. They started making out, so we did as well. Things were getting heated pretty fast so we kinda stopped to check on the other couple and noticed there clothes were coming off. We were both amazed to watch the other couple. My wife found my friend very attractive and I found his wife just as attractive. We started messing around again and I managed to unzip my gf’s pants and felt her pussy it was so wet. She couldn’t keep her eyes off the couple who were all ready having sex. My friend was on top of his wife in a missionary position making love to his wife. I told my gf let’s have sex like them. She at first said no, but a little persistence and fingering got her ready for sex. The room was pretty dark as well. I pulled her pants off and then mine then entered her missionary as well. We were probably only 4-5 ft from the other couple. We all fucked for about 20-30 mins. My friend had an orgasm and they watched us for a little bit then both got up and went to there bedroom. We quickly got dressed without finishing and left there house.
I sat there completely shocked at what I was looking at as Felicity had just offered herself to me.
In the last two years of being around Felicity I had never and I mean **never** seen more flesh on her than I am right now.
And she had just basically presented herself to me.
Yet here I was too dumbfounded to do anything other than stare.
***WHAT???***
Like I said it’s been *a while* since I had sex.
What if I fuck up and do something stupid during the act?
Is it still done the same?
I felt like I should phone a friend or something.
*Like I have a friend*
I mean who would I call if I did have a friend.
Felicity smiled, “Having a problem?”
***YES!!!***
Felicity got up and moved towards me giving me a sly smile until her face was millimeters away from my face, “Here let me help you get started.”
And with that she grabbed my hand and guided it towards her breast and slapped my hand against her breast as my hand instantly cupped the mound causing Felicity to instantly moan as her face heated up.