Tangled up with a Swamp Dryad (18+) [FxF, bondage, dubcon, fantasy, tentacles?]

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Thalia found her daily gathering wander had taken her further afield than usual today. It was as if an indescribable force was pulling her to the swamps she usually steered clear of. No matter the time of day, the area was permanently cast in shadow. This was mostly thanks to the overhanging weeping willow trees whose branches stretched far and low, creating a curtain of dangling limbs in which to trap unknowing young drifters. The usually weary girl was drawn in by the alluring sight of plump and promising mushrooms. Thalia brushed a leaf-weighted branch to the side and pushed through into a clearing.

Immediately, the young human girl was enamoured by the sight before her. In the clearing, more light pierced through the trees, creating glistening spotlights. Thriving in the sunlight was a bountiful mushroom patch. Thalia didn’t hesitate to hitch her skirts and begin gathering. She didn’t stop to think how bizarre it was that such a variety of edible fungi was so conveniently gathered in one easy-to-traverse, visible opening. An oddity she would’ve been more cautious of had it not been for the hypnotising spores that had been affecting her since the moment she stepped foot into the swamp.

10 Amazing Days. Day 1 – [M54/F48][MILF Next-door]

My sister and her husband were going out of town for a ten-day cruise and asked me to swing by their house a couple times a day to let their dog out. I of course I said I would since I drive pass their neighborhood every day to get to and from work. They lived in a nice area their neighbors were nice. Especially the neighbor right next door. She is a total MILF.

When my wife (46) and I would go to their house, she was usually there. She and my sister had a lot in common. Both in their mid to late forties, both had grown kids, and both were fucking hot. Yes, I think my sister is hot but that’s a different story. Nicole, the neighbor, is a divorcé and lives alone. While we are there she would always try and sit next to me on the couch or at the dinner table. This would drive my wife crazy. She’s hot as well and more of the jealous type. More than once I’ve fantasized about being with all three women at the same time.

Forever Hung (Part 13) [sci-fi] [slow burn] [all characters over 21] [MF]

No one regretted that night—indeed, we were all in a fantastic mood the next day—but there seemed to be a tacit agreement between the four of us to never acknowledge it. We made our usual small talk at breakfast, and even if I wondered for a moment what Maddie had done for Harry, what Harry had done for her, I pushed the thought aside. It was to remain one fleeting night, an innocent game which need not have any bearing on the rest of our lives.
I glanced at Madison across the table as she ate her toast, but she had eyes only for Harry, laughing as he talked about the early days of his research, stealing car batteries to power his home lab.
Maddie and I spent the day taking photos along the marsh. We found a spot along the water, the light softened by the shade of the cypress trees, and I asked her to wade into the reeds a bit. I took photo after photo. Her white dress, the water rippling around her legs, the trees behind rising from the flooded lowlands. She said it was her turn. She grabbed for the camera and took photos of me standing on the shore. She asked me to carry her piggyback because she didn’t like the feel of mud on her feet, and as I carried her out of the water, I tickled behind her knees and we both nearly fell over. We laid for a long stretch on the sand and she asked about my studies, my family, about all my previous loves.
This was life for a few days—the four of us enjoying quiet company.
Late one night, as Maddie slept next to me, I heard my bedroom door open. It was closed again before I could make anything out with the hallway light, but after a few seconds I felt Madison slip beneath my sheets.
“Can I talk to you for a second?” she whispered.
I turned onto my side to face her.
“Now?”
“Are you busy?”
I yawned and shut my eyes. “Not at all.”
“You’re not exactly my first choice to talk to about this, but it’s just us in the house and I’ve known you the longest and I could call someone but they wouldn’t understand the situation as well—”
I let out another large yawn.
“I think I’m in love with the professor,” Madison said.
I cracked my eyes open.
“Love? Love love?”
“I think so.”
“With the professor or just Harry?”
“Both, obviously, but mostly the professor? His mind, his ideas. How surprisingly silly he can be for such an intelligent man.”
“But—it isn’t just the sex?” I whispered. “Harry’s body?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Think or know?”
“Think, I suppose.”
“If Harry’s body was out of the picture, would you still want to be with the professor?”
“I think so because I’ve tried,” she said. “I’ve tried sneaking into his room at night, just like this, and—well, surprising him. But he turns me down.”
“Turns you down?”
“Well, he comes in with Harry and whisks me to another part of the house.”
“I see.”
“But that’s him, not me. I’m very much attracted to his original body.”
As my eyes adjusted to the dark I could see her holding the sheet up to her neck, but in the gap between us I could also tell that she was topless.
“So maybe you love him,” I whispered.
“But that’s not good.”
“No?”
“No, I don’t think so,” she said. “He’s world-renowned, he’s brilliant. And sure I think he likes spending time with me—”
“I can usually hear how much he likes spending time with you.”
“That’s what I mean,” she said, slapping my chest, then, worried it had been too loud, she glanced past me to make sure Maddie was still asleep.
“How do I know,” she began. “How do I know I’m not just his little 24-year-old plaything?” She pressed her hand against my chest, then began to slide it down across my abs. “His slut nymphet?”
“It’s seemed clear to me the last few weeks that he has feelings for you.” I swallowed as she cupped her hand across my soft groin.
“Yeah?” she said.
“Love is a big word, I couldn’t say yes or no about love.” She rubbed gently as I began to grow in her hand. “But he clearly cares for you.”
“How so?”
“He took care of you when you were sick,” I whispered. She stretched her forefinger along the length of my cock, stroking me with her palm.
“I suppose,” she said, unconvinced.
“He laughs with you. He talks with you like a friend.”
I heard her shift a bit and then felt her second hand around my shaft.
“He felt guilty when you were upset about me going through your underwear draw—”
“We don’t talk about that,” she said, and she stopped stroking me as a reprimand.
“No, we don’t talk about that,” I agreed, and she resumed, hand over hand.
“Should I tell him?” She asked
“Tell him?”
“That I love him?” She scooted closer, the tip of my cock brushing against her panties.
“You’re sure?”
“I’m pretty sure.”
I was having difficulty concentrating. “If you’re sure then I guess you should tell him,” I said, the words spilling out without much thought behind them.
Madison held both hands in place, pumping me back and forth.
“I’m wearing the ones you like so much,” she said, glancing down beneath the sheets. “With the cherries.”
I looked at her, trying to steady my breathing.
“Do you want me to go faster?” she whispered. I nodded.
She held my balls in one hand and with the other began stroking me vigorously. She looked me in the eyes, watching me react. I glanced down beneath the sheets. Her breasts shook against her arm.
“Shhh,” she whispered. I kept from moaning, but I was worried Maddie would wake from the shaking mattress.
And very suddenly it was over. I struggled to keep still as my body began to twitch, I felt a sensation of release, a visceral secret held deep, and then, secret no more, I came. I came across Madison’s panties, the front of her thighs.
She glanced over my shoulder to make sure Maddie was still asleep, using her thumb and forefinger to squeeze out every drop.
“I’ll tell him, then,” she whispered.
“I think you should,” I nodded.

The Business Trip [M32/F56/M59/F30] [Femdom] [Spanking] [Anal]

When my alarm clock rang on that Saturday morning I was already out of bed. No drinking, no hanging out with friends for me the night before. I went to bed early. After reading the third reminder message the secretary had sent me. He really took his job serious. He really wanted me to be on that trip. So did I.

So after waking up I had some breakfast, then I went into the bathroom and then I got dressed. In some of the fancy looking new clothes I bought with the credit card that was given to me in one of the stores the secretary later recommended to me. Once my morning routine was over, it was close to pick up time. So I grabbed my stuff, went downstairs and waited for a few minutes.

Then a big black car stopped in front of me. The driver got out, told me that he would take care of my luggage and opened the backdoor of the car for me. I climbed into the open door and there she was. My girlfriend, my mistress and back then still my CEO.

First time meeting in a Long-Distance Relationship (Part 1) [M25, F18+] [BDSM, MaleDom/FemSub, Creampie, Loving, Teasing, Oral, Toys, Long, Public]

Backflips. My stomach is doing backflips as I wait in the arrivals hall of the international airport. We had been in a Long distance relationship for a year now, spending nights on video call just talking about nothing and everything, supporting each other through thick and thin.
I rub my hands together, trying to wipe away the nerves that are shooting through my body. Your flight has said arrived for an hour now, the words on the screen taunting me, serving to only draw out the tension I am feeling. Why does customs always take so long?
At that moment the doors to the security silently glide open and the first passengers start walking through. Now my stomach has butterflies and is doing backflips. Even though we have seen each other every night on call for the past nine months, there is always something different about meeting someone for the first time.
My eyes start scanning each face, waiting to see you. Each person that walks out that isn’t you only draws out the nerves. Having waited for months for this moment, having to wait this much longer is killing me. But my heart skips a beat as I see you.
You slowly walk out, eyes scanning the crowd trying to see me. I smile as my heart goes from racing to stopped. You are wearing an oversized large t-shirt and a pair of leggings that perfectly hugs your ass, dressed for comfort on your long trip. I raise my hand and wave, well attempt to but my arm seems to refuse more than timid little shakes. But those timid little shakes work, your eyes swing and lock with mine.
We both freeze, people walking between us as I can’t look away from those beautiful eyes. I feel my legs slowly pulling me closer to you and yours are slowly pulling you to me. Our hearts both beating so fast you could dance to their beat. But seemingly, something changed in you, because your last few steps you ran and leapt into my arms.
A smile spread across my face as I finally get to hold you close. I can feel your heart pounding against my chest as my drums along with its on tempo. I pull back and look into your eyes, wide smiles mirrored on our faces. I lean in and kiss you. Your soft lips pressed firmly against my own firmer ones. One hand on the back of your neck and the other on your ass, holding you up as you wrap your legs around me.
My tongue teases against your lips, asking for permission, and you give it. Your lips slightly part and my tongue slides against them. My hot breath mingling with yours, the taste of your lips and mouth like ambrosia to me. I want to deepen the kiss more, so much time to make up for, but we are still in public. I pull back, reluctantly breaking the kiss as my hand slides down your back, lightly stroking as I lower you back to the ground. “Always wanted to do that since the first time I saw you.” I whisper to you, my smile seemingly unable to disappear as I still hold you close.
You return the smile and just stare into my eyes. “I can say the same.” You reply, your hands sliding behind my back and hugging me close, your head resting against my chest. My hand gently strokes your hair, massaging it, just enjoying the feel of holding you for the first time.
“Come on.” I say as I pull back, my eyes locking with yours once more. “Let’s get going. Can’t wait to show you around.” I say as I grab your bag that had fallen behind you. My arm behind your back and on your hip, enjoying the feeling of your sexy body against my own. “Bathroom first.” You quickly say. “That custom check took forever.” You groan as we start walking towards the bathroom. I give you another kiss before waiting out front with your bags. My heart still pounding, not quite believing you are actually here.
Hearing some steps, I look away from the crowd watching I was doing and see you coming towards me once more, the smile on my face returning without thought. My eyes giving your entire body an enticing once over. You blush under my hungry and admiring gaze. Your heart also racing, making sure to put a little sway in your hips, the look in my eyes giving you the confidence you need.
Your eyes remaining locked with mine as you step close. Your hand grasping mine as you slide something into it. You get on your tip toes, the smell of my cologne softly teasing your nose, you lean in and whisper “I can’t wait for us to get closer, sir.”
My cock jumps in my pants and my free hand squeezes your ass, pulling you close. The warmth of my body radiating out to you, my hand squeezing your ass, each massaging motion somehow directly connected to your pussy as the warmth of arousal slowly grows inside you.
My eyes cast down to the object you pressed into my hand, your panties scrunched up in my hand. I smile and lock eyes with you once more. “I told you that they would come off the moment I met you.” You say with a wink, my cock growing in my pants, pressing lightly against your belly. The warmth in your belly igniting into a fire as your pussy demands to be fucked. It had been denied cock for too long, now it wanted mine, badly.
Your pussy slowly dampening as I lean down for a quick kiss. “We are still in public. Let’s get you home, then I’ll give you a proper welcome.” I whisper with a spank onto your ass, making you jump a little with a smile. My arm moves around your shoulder, your bag in my other hand as we start walking towards the carpark.
I ask you about your flight and your trip on the way to the car park, still not believing that you are here. Your legs are still a little wobbly as we walk, whether that is from the nerves or the long flight, you can’t tell, but the feeling of my arm wrapped around your shoulder, giving a calming warmth to soothe your nerves. Though the warmth down low is still demanding attention.
We finally arrive at the multi-story carpark, the quiet of the building only broken by our footsteps and the occasional aircraft taking off and landing. I had parked near the edge of the carpark, on the edge of the building some 5 levels above ground. “Sorry about the walk, this place almost had no parking I swear.” I chuckle and unlock the car, helping you the your bag into the boot.
When I close the boot, I look at you, wrapping my arms and pull you close. Our eyes locked and our breaths caught in our throats, “Hi.” I say. “Hi.” You reply with a giggle as I bend down and kiss your lips once more. My tongue demanding entry into your mouth before plundering you, owning your mouth.
The taste of me floods your mouth, addling your mind. The fire in your pussy reignites, dampening your lower lips and your leggings. I pull back a little and gently manoeuvre you to the front of the car, hidden by the tight confines of the cars around us and the 5 storey drop behind us.
My lips dive back to yours, my tongue teasing your lips as my hand glides down your body. You feel yourself opening your legs slowly as my hand slides into your leggings, slowly gliding down till I can cup your exposed pussy. You moan as my fingers slowly rub along your outer lips, circling your clit whilst my tongue tangles with yours. Your body is on fire as I finally claim what is mine after all this time. I groan a little into your mouth, feeling how soaked you are is making my cock hard as a rock and pressing against your belly.
My finger presses hard into your clit, sending lightning bolts of pleasure directly to your brain, a moan slipping out your mouth, you unable to stop it. Your legs slowly opening wider, your tight leggings stretching and gripping your ass as my finger slips inside your tight pussy. Another moan slips out of you as my finger slips in to the knuckle, my thumb pressed to your clit.
Your pussy soaking my hand and your leggings. You need more, you need to be filled. A second finger of mine easily slips in to your soaked pussy, giving you a teasing taste to the pleasure I will make you feel. You can feel the orgasm looming. Your cunt is on fire, sparks of pleasure building, zapping your nerves and frying your brain. My fingers curl and press against your g-spot, hard. I curl my fingers in a ‘Come here’ motion and you are rapidly thrust towards orgasm. The wave of pleasure looming in your mind.
At that moment a car drives past and the kiss breaks, my fingers slipping from your pussy, my hand now cupping your soaked cunt, my palm pressed firmly into your clit, holding the pleasure high, not allowing you to cum or for the orgasm to fade.
My eyes watch as the car drives away, making sure to hold tight to your soaking pussy. “Please…” I hear you moan, your hips slowly grinding, trying to get the pleasure you need to push you over into orgasm. I clench my hand on your pussy, making you yelp with a mixture of pain and pleasure, but it still isn’t enough to send you over. “Remember pet.” I say, my free hand reaching up and caressing your cheek. “No cumming unless I say so.” I whisper into your ear, sending chills down your spine and pleasurable tension blooming inside you.
I retract my hand and look into your eyes. “I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time.” I whisper with a small smile, my cock bulging in my pants. You feel a little confusion, a I am just staring into your eyes, but then your eyes widen as I spin you and bend you over the bonnet of the car, making you place your hands firmly on the bonnet as I pull your leggings down, exposing your ass and pussy.
You shivers the cold wind brushes against your soaked pussy, sending another jolt of pleasure zinging to your mind, but then your mind catches back up. “We are in public!” You whisper shout, but don’t attempt to pull your leggings up. I smile, though you can’t see it as I get down on my knees, taking in the beautiful site of your soaking pussy and puckered ass. “Then I guess you better be quiet.” I whisper back, before my tongue licks your soaked pussy.
Your whole body tenses as my hot tongue teases your outer lips. Slowly my tongue circles around your hot nethers. I moan at your taste, everything I had hoped you’d be and I am already addicted. Each painstaking lick I make sure to capture every drop of juice from your drooling pussy. You close your eyes, trying to block out the site of the public carpark in front of you, but unable to for long. You are being eaten out by your lover, 20 minutes after you met for the first time in a carpark and your pussy could not be wetter, your heart could not pound faster and you could not love it more.
The threat of getting caught is a constant tension, but my tongue tasting your pussy is a constant reminder of what is important, who you belong to and what matters. Moans start erupting from you as the orgasm you truly desire threatens to envelope you once more. You wouldn’t dare cum however as I have not given you permission yet, but fuck is it getting close. With every lick another wave of pleasure builds onto the impending orgasm, pushing you closer and closer.
My hands have been caressing your ass with every lick, but they move down and grip your thighs, squeezing them as my tongue delves into your tight little pussy. Your taste exploding in my mouth, fuck you taste good. My nose pressed to your ass as I do my best to get my tongue as deep into your tight little cunt as possible.
“Fuck” you moan out as you can’t hold back any more. The orgasm that I had been building inside you explodes in your mind, the world around you forgotten as pleasure erases all other thoughts. Nothing matters as your pussy quivers and shakes, your legs struggling to hold you up as all your senses focus on my tongue eating out your slutty pussy.
I notice you go over the edge and chuckle a little as a new flood of juices coats my tongue and face. I sadly and slowly retreat, doing my best to hold you up as the aftershocks of your prolonged orgasm still rock your body, your knees knocking and legs shaking. You are grateful you were already bent over the car, or you would be on the floor right now.
I smile and stand, making sure that no one has seen us yet as I gently raise your leggings back up to cover your still drooling pussy, giving your ass a spank. “Hey baby, you okay?” I chuckle as I gently lift you off the car and wrap you in my arms once more. One hand strokes your hair whilst I kiss your forehead, making sure I didn’t push you too far.
“I have been waiting… for so damn long for you to eat me out and you did not disappoint.” You say with a smile, your legs still shaking a little from the intense orgasm that lit up your brain like a Christmas tree. I smile and whilst I caress your back with one hand, the other hand squeezes your ass, hard, hard enough to lift you up slightly and make you yelp, then let out a little moan. You are owned and loved, and it feels so amazing to finally be together.
“You came without permission.” I whisper into your ear. Your eyes widen, your muscles stiffen and your pussy drools in anticipation of the punishment you are about to receive. “Yes sir… I am sorry sir. What is my punishment sir?” You have plunged into sub space as you await to hear your punishment for being a bad girl and breaking a rule.
When we first started out our relationship, you loved to tease and be a little bratty, and I loved that about you. But now, your inner brat only comes out in a more playful setting. But seeing as this is the first time we have properly gotten together, your mind has plunged deep into sub space, your pussy in control of your body and begging to be fucked by its master, and you are willing to obey every letter to get your reward.
Your gaze is naturally downward in subspace. You can feel me close, my mere presence acting as an aphrodisiac to your body, your pussy beginning to leak into your leggings once more as the inferno of pleasure reignites. My hand gently caresses your cheek, a soft caring touch that soothes your soul, before I gently grasp your chin and force you to look into my eyes.
Your eyes slightly widen at what you see behind my gaze; desire, Caring, lust, domination, worry, but at the forefront, Love. The love in my gaze pinning you in place, sending a shiver down your spine and a wobble to your knees. I lean forward and gently kiss your lips. This is a kiss that take its time, no rush, no force, just a kiss full of passion and a desire to make it last.
When I pull back from the kiss, your heart can’t seem to beat at a steady rhythm. You’re fighting the wobbles in your legs as your gaze is locked to mine, the rest of the world turning into a blur of nothing. “I love you.” I say to you, my hand wrapping around your waist and pulling you flush to my chest. I can feel your heart pounding, each of our heartbeats in tempo with the other. “I love you too.” You whisper back, forever memorialising the first ever time we said our ‘I love you’s’ in person.
I lower my head and kiss you again. One hand on the back of your neck and the other squeezing your ass, doing everything I can to pull you as close to me as I can, letting you know who you belong to. My tongue teasing against your lips. Your body is on fire, the love, pleasure and desire turning your body to jelly and breathing warmth throughout your soul.
When we break the kiss, we smile at each other, and I give your ass a spank. “Come on, I have more to show you than just this car park.” I say with a wink and open the passenger door for you as you giggle a little. “Can’t wait.” You reply as you slide onto the cool leather seat, the door gently closing behind you as I step around the car and slide into the driver’s seat.
I fire up the car with a rumble, the vibrations in the seat sending a little spark of pleasure to your pussy. I reach my hand over and squeeze your thigh, making you turn to look at me. “Now, for your punishment. After we leave this car park and hit the highway, you are to remove either your shirt and bra, or your leggings and they will stay off until we arrive.”
Immediately you can feel blood rush to your face as you blush, but it also rushes down south, and you can feel yourself slowly dampening in desire and approval. I smile, give you a kiss and then drive out of our parking spot and out of the carpark. My hand stays on your thigh as we drive, and we just talk about nothing and everything once more.
How your trip was, how my work has been, what we will be doing whilst you are here, foods we are going to try, everything. But we soon pull onto the highway and I remove my hand from your thigh to allow you to get undressed.
The windows of my car are darkly tinted, but people can still see slightly through them if they wanted to look. You feel your face flush as some nerves return at this punishment, but your pussy is in control right now and it is soaking your leggings in anticipation. You look over at me, my eyes focussed on the road, before looking forward again. You lift your ass and pull your leggings down, revealing your damp pussy to the world.
The cold air of the air conditioning immediately brushes against your soaked cunt, sending shivers down your spine. Though the cold has done nothing to cool the sexual inferno. I smile as I see your bare thighs relaxing back into the seat, your leggings now bundled up on the car floor. “How does it feel to be so exposed with hundreds of people around you?” I ask, my eyes never leaving the road.
“Exciting. Unnerving. Hot.” You reply, your face bright red as you look around at the other cars. People just on their way to work, picking up the kids, doing their jobs, going shopping, and here you are in the middle of them, with nothing covering your nethers, soaking the seat underneath you, sitting next to the one you love after meeting them for the first time on the same day. It all seems so surreal but so amazing and you can’t wait for more.
My hand slowly glides down between your thighs, a single finger tracing along your skin. Up and down your inner thigh as we drive. With each stroke, I get closer and closer to your pussy, but I make sure to never touch your pussy. Bad girls don’t deserve rewards, and you are a bad girl for cumming without permission.
I renew our previous conversation as if I am not currently teasing you with each teasing stroke of my finger. You take a breath and try and focus on the conversation rather than your pussy which is just begging to be used by me and my hard cock. Whilst we drive, you do anything you can to ignore my teasing, and ignore the fact that you are wearing nothing at all from the waist down.
I point out some of the landmarks of the city, showing you around. Partially because I want to show you where I live, partly because I still can’t believe you are here, and you are fucking amazing and partly because I love teasing you. Driving around like this, increasing the chances you are seen. My own cock still rock hard in my pants, tenting them plainly for you to see.
After another 30 minutes of teasing, talking and driving, we arrive at my place. A nice looking apartment building greets you, the garage door slowly sliding up, opening as if greeting an old friend. The darkness hides your bottomless state as we glide past more parked cars, parking in my designated spot.
Shutting the car off, the lights dim, we can barely see each other in the dark. I lean over, my lips meeting yours once more, my finger sliding into your tight little hole. My tongue taking control of your mouth again, fighting your own tongue as I curl my finger and press it to your g-spot. Your hips jump as the pleasure sends sparks flying in your mind, making you feel hot and an urgent need to submit and be owned. Unseen to you, I am unzipping my pants and letting my cock spring free.
I break the kiss and undo your seatbelt in one swift movement. I then place my hand behind your neck and pull your head down to my lap. There it is, my cock. Standing hard and tall, I hold your head down so you have to stare up at it and me. “You like what you see?” I say with a smile, my fingers re-entering your soaking pussy, flooding your body with pleasure like you have flooded my passenger seat with your juices.
The smell of my cock hits you. Slight sweat, cum, a little bit of soap fills your mind, and you love it. With every breath, your mind becomes more addicted to the smell of my dick. You can’t help but giving it a little lick, to see if it tastes as good as it smells and looks. Your hot tongue sending shivers down my spine, making me clench and my cock lurch under your hot tongue. My fingers plunge deep into your cunt and curl, slowly sliding in and out as you give my cock slow, sensuous licks. You can’t help but feel like the taste and smell of my cock becoming imprinted in your mind, on your very soul.
I thrust my fingers one final time into your pussy before retreating, having built up another orgasm, knowing you will now hold it off as best you can for me. You feel the gentle tug on your hair as I slowly pull you away from my cock, making you groan in loss as you wish to be licking it once more, the taste never leaving your tongue.
“Come on baby. Time to get out.” I say as I open my door, stepping out. You freeze as you remember you don’t have anything covering your nethers. Quickly diving down you struggle to put your leggings back on, pulling them up over your thighs until you can feel the cooled wet patch now touching your sopping cunt once more.
Whilst you were doing that, I had gotten your bag from the boot of the car, and was now waiting for you to be decent before opening your door. Your face bright red in arousal as I take your hand, gently shutting the door behind you. My hand slides down to your waist and we head to the elevator.
“I hope you like my place. Bonus is, for once it is clean because I could not sleep last night.” You join me in laughing a little at my expense as the elevator arrives. Our heartrates both accelerating, mine in anticipation of what is about to happen and a little trepidation that you like my place. Yours beating hard because everything is finally happening, and anticipation of what is to come.
The elevator doors slide open, the air conditioned air from the hallway sliding against our skin as we step out and head to my apartment. My hand still on your hip as we step in comfortable and anticipatory silence. The hallway quiet but for the hum of the air conditioning, the elevators and our muffled footsteps across the carpet.
Stopping at my door, I slide my key in with a snick and open the door. I allow you to go in first, giving your amazing ass a spank as you enter. You look around at my place. Floor to ceiling windows show a view of the city, other buildings towering nearby, the lounge room in front of said windows, the l-shaped couch facing a wall mounted TV. The kitchen off to your left, a modern, dark toned kitchen with an island, to your right, my gaming set-up, a visual of how much I love gaming.
I stand at the door and watch you survey my place, my hands in my pockets, a little nervous at what you think. It is surreal having you here, finally, in my place. Together at last. My eyes never leaving your face, I can see your gorgeous eyes drinking in every detail of the room, and my heart flutters. “It’s perfect. It’s so… you.” You say, finally turning to me.
I almost sigh in relief at your approval, our eyes lock. I discard your bag next to the door and slowly start to step closer to you. You can see the lust and desire in my eyes. You take a step back as I slowly start stalking towards you. Your pussy eagerly begins to soak again as you I stalk towards you, like a tiger cornering its prey.
With each step, you get closer to the windows until your back is presser to it, the glass icy cold, almost burning your fevered skin. Once I step closer, I cage you in with my arms. Leaning forward I gently kiss you, a kiss so light, so teasing you can’t help but moan when all I do is lightly touch your lips. I lower one hand down, grasping your breast. I gently knead it, my thumb teasing your nipple through your shirt. You groan out “Don’t tease.” This causes my eyes to lock onto your once more, almost movement stopped.
“I have been waiting for you for a long time, I am going to savour you, like a fine wine.” I whisper, my breath hot against your skin. My words send a shiver down your spine, before slowly you nod your head. A small smile flickers over my face before I go back to teasing your breast. My kisses now trailing from your mouth to down your neck, feather light and teasing.
As I lower my head, I grab the hem of your shirt and pull. The fabric whispers against your skin as you raise your arms over your head, allowing the shirt to reveal your breasts to me. The cool air making your already hard nipples as hard as diamond. I bend down and kiss the top of each breast, the touch sending mini sparks of pleasure to your brain.
My breath against your skin sending shivers down your spine. My lips gently locking onto your nipple. Gently tugging and sucking with my lips, my tongue circling around and around, before moving onto the other nipple. Your nipples seemingly connected to your clit somehow, each suck sending shocks of pleasure directly to your clit.
You feel yourself slowly soaking through your leggings, the temptation to grind your pussy against my leg overwhelming, but you resist. I own you now, and you know that if you try and tease out an orgasm without my permission, you won’t get any orgasm for hours.
I let go of your nipples and keep going down, my lips kissing your belly, as my hands grip your leggings and gently pull them down. The cool air shocking your body as it slithers against your soaking pussy. I lean forward, my lips just above your clit and blow. The air sending a warm pleasure through your body as my hands grasp your thighs.
I slowly circle your pussy. My tongue first gliding down your left leg, licking off the juices that have leaked down your inner thigh, before crossing and licking up your right thigh, back towards your pussy. The wet touches driving you crazy as your pussy is begging for a hard fucking, a tongue fucking, something, anything!

How my 35 f gynecologist 46 f made me squirt for the 1st time ever. (fantasy)

I 61 m was having a conversation with a friend about role playing, Dr., Postal worker, CEO, etc.

She tells me a short story about a visit to her gynecologist . I love the Dr. role play she exclaimed, saying, I’ve actually gotten turned on at the gynecologist, especially one that was so slow and gentle going in, with that glove and her fingers all lubed up. OMG

Me: Your Gyno was a girl ? That’s so hot coming from you.
I got a visual with you laid back on the exam table, feet properly positioned, legs spread wide and quivering in anticipation of the Drs. lubed surgical 🧤 gloves and with her left hand slowly parting the soft flesh folds of the labia, eyes closed waiting for the soft touch only a female Dr. can administer.

Slowly tracing the inner of the vagina, all the whole accidentally on purpose brushing the most sensitive part of your female anatomy the clitoris, with one fell push she had penetrated your soft inner walls of your beautifully glistening pussy.

A soft moan escaped your mouth while biting the lower lip and trying to maintain the fact that your a wife a mother and business professional.

The Women of Custer City, Chapter 1 [M20s/F20s/F20s] [Science Fiction]

It didn’t matter how many times I spoke to Amber, the butterflies never went away. She always sat in the same corner of the bar, always dressed in the same leather jacket and leggings, her jet-black hair always slick back. She wore mascara that formed cat eyes, and she kept her skin almost ghostly pale. She always toyed with her necklace when she was nervous while her other hand ran a finger around the rim of her margarita glass. Every single time I saw her she got there right at seven thirty, and every single night, no matter what I tried, she ended up going home with Paul Bosman. Not me.

I think that must have been my eighth time trying. I’d tried corny openers, tried to talk about her interests, even went for straight compliments. Nothing worked, and I knew the reason. Amber was out of my league, and it wasn’t even close. I knew it was hopeless, and I definitely felt that way, but what choice did I have? On June 16, 2017, there were four thousand six hundred and eighty-three of them. Some would be easy to talk too, others near impossible, but one way or another, I’d keep on trying until I won them all over.

Unknown Things Lurking in the Water Part 3 [F18-19/M+ 18-55] [Alien][ScFi][Bondage][Exhib][Anal][mc]

*1 and 2 in my post history…*

She stretched and yawned, the afternoon sun peeking through her curtains. A sudden wash of shame flooded over her, remembering intimately what she had done early that morning. Her wrists were marked from the coarse rope they had strung her up with. She wondered how she would explain that. She shrugged it off, reaching between her legs. She teased her clit while her other hand slid under her t-shirt and began to play with her breasts. She could never remember being this desperate or horny before. Her back arched, biting her lip as she tried to stay quiet. She didn’t know if her parents were around. Fuck she missed the dorms. Her eyes closed as she sunk her finger past her lips. The memories of the night before flooded her. The feeling of being strung up, so vulnerable and exposed. She had only offered herself to the three of them, hadn’t she? The first orgasm washed over as she contemplated the idea that she had been raped in some way, never truly agreeing or consenting to take that whole group. The whole crew? Fuck, what had he meant by that? She remembered how it felt, the feeling of two men inside her. One man cupping and groping her breasts with rough, dirty hands as the other held her legs apart. She could distinctly remember the larger ones, the feeling of the head of his cock driving into her cervix with each thrust. A mix of pain and pleasure that only seemed to enhance each orgasm. How many times had she cum last night? It was just an ebb and flow, no real break. Her breasts, her nipples and clit so sensitive and so easy to push her over the edge with the slightest touch. She remembered the one who had held her tight by the hair, grunting in her ear as he sodomized her, the smell of cheap cigarettes on his breath. Another orgasm washed over her. Why was this so easy? She had never felt compelled to keep going before.

Unequal treatment, part 1 [F18 F18 M18] [teasing] [tickling] [nc] [last year of high school] [humiliation] [voyeurism] [female gaze]

This is the first part of a multi-part story is set in an English grammar school in the late 1970s, and focuses on students in their final year, with all the main characters 18 years of age.

Adam let out a sigh as he looked at the grey sky out his form class’s window, already bored despite being only 2 minutes into the school day. Today Adam had a free period to start, then Maths, and Physics, then PE after lunch. PE and Games were compulsory for all students at Grange Farm Grammar School all the way to 18 – Adam would never have chosen that subject voluntarily. At least he could suffer though it with George and Lisa, his friends who were in his form and PE class, and disliked PE as much as he did. Their form teacher, Mr Suffolk, was just about to start taking the register when the school secretary came in and called out another student, Timothy, whose mother had just fallen ill meaning he needed to leave and visit her in hospital. He grabbed his things in a rush and ran out the classroom to his father in the car park.

Free Weed! (F50s/F22/F21) [Mf, voyeur, age gap, transactional, embarrassment, professor/student, anal, reluct, drugs]

Free Weed! (F50s/F22/F21) [Mf, voyeur, age gap, transactional, embarrassment, professor/student, anal, reluct, drugs]

It must suck, attending a university in a state where pot is illegal. Well, at least Shelia (F22) has me.

I (M50) am a horny-ass old biology professor who grows marijuana just outside of town. I won’t sell it because I’d get busted and wouldn’t be able continue my oh-so-important research. But I’m willing to trade for certain goods and services, so to speak.

Shelia and her college pals know very well that the pretty girls go to the front of the line, but it’s not all puppy dogs and ponytails.

Among her group she’s the only one I’ll trade with. The rules are always the same. I get my 15 minutes of pleasure in her butthole, and she gets a Thursday-night’s worth of HQ weed for herself and her friends that would sell for $200.

Naturally, Shelia initially found this idea demeaning, but after her little clique tasted one of my varieties, they wanted more. So she said she’d do it _one last time_. And then again, and again. She insisted to her girls that she hated our backdoor transactions—and yet, each Wednesday night she couldn’t sleep, her mind returning to the thought of trading access to her most intimate and private place with a creep who holds all the power.