Tutoring Malena. Part 01

All characters are 18+
Slow start but it gets better towards the end. Trust me;)

“Okay, guys class had ended. Don’t forget that you guys have a test next week” Mrs. Helen yelled at the class.

“Malena, can I speak to you for a moment?” 

I stood up to put my books into my backpack. My name is Ben, I was your typical student that was always top of the class. Some people would call me a nerd, but I just enjoy learning. It did not help that I did not have any friends. 

He could see Mrs. Helen talk to Malena at the desk. Malena was the most beautiful girl in school. Blonde hair, blue eyes, and a very voluptuous body. It seemed like a heated discussion as I walked past them.

“You will not complete this class if you keep getting low grades” He heard Helen tell Malena.

“Ben could you come over here please?” As he was about to leave the classroom.

He turned around and walked to her desk.
“Ben? Would you do me a favor?” she asked Ben.

Fucking my ex & kinky play after the gym (F&M)

My ex and I broke up a few weeks ago and shortly before that I collared him as my sub.

On Friday, I went to check up on him since he was going through a rough patch prior to our parting ways. I was pleased to see he had showered and taken care of himself. I still couldn’t get myself out of the worried mummy mode even though we ended things. We chatted about things and I was trying to keep everything platonic as we sat with a healthy distance between us. I knew I needed to physically distance and focus hard on being very chaste since every moment that I’ve spent with him, I’ve always ached to feel his body close to mine. Something about his scent and fragrance has been intoxicating since the day I met him.

Long Morning (Mdom, Fsub, sleep play)

As morning sunlight slowly peeked through the windows of our bedroom, I was fast asleep. You, on the other hand, was awake, and was curious to see how you could use me before I woke up.

Slowly, so that you wouldn’t wake me earlier than you wanted, you reached to our bedside table and grabbed the rope we stored there. Gently making loops around my wrists, you adjusted my arms and secured my hands tightly to the headboard, ensuring I wouldn’t be able to move an inch. Then, moving slowly under the blankets, you attached a spreader bar to my ankles, keeping them fixed far apart. You were lucky that I slept in such a odd position that you didn’t have to move me much.

Then your work began. I was naked from the night before, the blanket pulled up to just below my breasts, letting them peek out. My nipples were peaked slightly from the cold morning, and you gently kissed each of them, running your tongue over them to encourage them to harden further. You’d definitely clamp them later, but that would wait.

Falling for father [F/M][inc]

*”I hate you, dad!”*

That was the last thing she remembered saying to him when her mother took her to another city across the country more than 15 years ago following their divorce. At the time, he deserved it, cheating on his mother with some woman, denying everything, refusing to apologize. She cut all contact with him, refusing to tell him when she graduated from high school, when she graduated from university, when she got her first full-time job, her first apartment in a different city. Refused to tell him every time she moved, when work finally brought her back to her home town.

She lost her mother in a car accident when she was 28, and afterwards she began to hear stories about what *really* happened all those years ago; how it was *mom* who cheated on her *dad*, not once but many times, how he finally found out, how she refused to allow him to see his daughter while still collecting support, why they really moved; not out of heartbreak but vindictiveness. How her dad truly was as kind and gentle as she remembered him to be.

My wife allowed her brother to use her…in front of me! [wifesharing] [taboo] [incest]

It was past midnight when our guests decided to start leaving in small groups, everyone except my wife’s brother Dave as he lived quite a distance away and had been drinking quite a bit so he was in no state to drive. I got along with him just fine so I didn’t mind him staying over.

My brother in law and I settled on the couch to watch some TV while having a cup of coffee before calling it a night.

“Honey, you don’t have to do that now, let’s leave it for the morning.” I said to my wife as she cleared the drinking glasses from the table.

“I’m just clearing up the table, relax!” She said jokingly and while doing so through the corner of my eye I noticed Dave’s eyes roaming all over her ass. I was certainly shocked at first but while my drunken brain digested what I was seeing I felt my cock get hard, the thought of another man lustfully looking at my wife turned me on and to make it worse this other man happened to be her own brother…how tantalisingly taboo! If it could my cock would’ve torn through my jeans with how rigid it had become.

Please, Fuck My Mom!

Eric and Mark are doing a sleepover at Eric’s place, where there’s only his mom, a 45-years-old divorced woman. Eric tells Mark that he wants him to fuck his mom while he spies on them. Mark is shocked, but also horny at the idea cause that mom is insanely hot. Big tits, perfect ass, and lovely blonde hair. They make a plan. Before goin to bed, Mark goes to Eric’s mom room with an excuse, and flirts with her. In the meantime, Eric watches the scene from the loophole. Incredibly, the plan works. At first his mom seems reluctant, but she cannot resists the urge, cause Mark is an attractive hung guy, with lots of flirting skills. They start to fuck, and Mark bangs his friend’s mom in every possible position, without forgetting to drill that perfect ass, and his friend’s mom seems to really love anal. Eric keeps watching while his heart runs as never before. That’s the best day of his life. Nothing turns him on like watching his friend riding his mom while she moans and cum. After one hour of great sex, Mark tells Eric’s mom to get on her knees and he cums all over her face and mouth. So much cum. Eric is so happy to see his mom completely covered with his friend’s juice. The next day, Eric’s mom tells Mark that he should come more often. After that phrase, Mark and Eric smile each other, and Mark replies “Sure, I’ll do”….

[F4A] The successful actress broken into a cum loving pet-bimbo. Petplay, humiliation, and bimbofication.

Hi. Id like to play a smart and strong female actor who gets blackmailed by a notorious female crime lord into becoming her new pet-slave. She will make me a cum loving slutty bimbo that will lick and fuck what you tell her to lick and fuck.
This queen of crime will be the leader of a wast international crime syndicate. Though no one can prove this. Her name is Carmelita and that will be your character.

I will play a famous and elegant actor. Called Julia Swan. She is Smart, talented and elegant. She is even using a lot of her money on different charity’s and does a lot feminist work. You will play the crime queen. You have taken an interest in me. And you want me. And you get what you want. You own a lot of film studios for money laundering reasons and have decided to join the premier party of my latest film. The same day as it was revealed that I’m nominated for my first Oscar. And it is at this party you will make the first contact. Here you will tell me about that my fiancé owes you a lot of money and that you have decided not to kill him if you can have me as a pet until you feel his debt is paid. What will I do?

We shouldn’t be doing this

My friend invited me to his friend’s house for a  party, he usually never invites me, and maybe it was because he thought I really needed  to get my mind off my ex after a brutal break-up. They were not many people around, there was my friend and his girl, my friend’s friend and his girl and some 6 or so girls and boys who converged at one corner probably gossiping. 
We were playing card games in the living room, but the booze was running low, and I offered to go get some more from the back since I had no girl to be busy with except the booze. 
I was pouring the booze into the can when my friend’s friend girlfriend walked into the room and closed the door, she walked over to me and tells me that she’s been waiting to have a chance to be alone with me, claiming she was really wet and hot from fantasizing about doing it with me. It wasn’t over, I was panicking, this is the kind of situations my friends gets into being a ladies man, not me. 
She confesses that all night she has been hoping I would give her more attention, her breath is now getting heavier, and she is rubbing her hand over my trousers, I am confused but getting turned on, she takes my hand and slides it into her pants and guides it to her pussy, I feel it, I rub it, she lets out a slight moan. She moves closer, holding my shirt tightly, and tells me I was driving her crazy, and she wants to do it with me desperately. Not only that, but she kisses me, I kiss back but still wondering what is going on. She keeps  on rubbing her hand on my trouser, I am getting really hard, the kissing is getting intense, we are now breathing heavily and can’t hold anything back, she gives up slight moans as I rub her clit, she stops, unbuttons her trousers, I push her to the wall, still kissing her, and we are now dry humping with our clothes on. 
She hurriedly struggles to let loose of my trousers, but she can’t, she tells me to open it and slides her hand into my pants, finds my hard dick, it’s warm and hot, and she begins massaging it intensely. I lose my trousers, she pulls her trousers down. She holds my hands and places them on her panties that are now wet, do it, she says. 
I pull them down, and can now see her tight pussy. She holds my dick and pulls it out of my boxers, I press her harder against the wall, she is trying not to moan, but she still lets them escape her. I take my dick and slowly push it in, my dick can feel the warmth of her pussy, she starts moaning, and I have to place my hand over her mouth to control her moans. I get harder with each thrust. Her tightly pressed to the wall, I am pumping into her as hard as I can, her tight pussy getting me closer to cum with each thrust I make. Her eyes are now fully closed, her hands pressing hard into my skin, and she is biting her lips, with the occasional sounds escaping her,” oh yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me , oh yes like that, harder, oh my God, I am going to cum” and I keep on going, and then we hear footsteps approaching, we stop, go quiet and stare at each other breathing intensely. Someone calls her name. 
We remain still, and then someone suggests that she went out, the footsteps fade. ” Quick, I have to go” she says I quickly thrust into her and cum, we both hug tight as my dick shrinks and cum starts rolling down her warm thighs. She quickly wipes with a tissue and pulls her trousers up and without saying a thing she opens the door and walks out,” where were you? ” I hear someone ask her, “I was out in the back” I hear her answer. I am still shocked, happy, relieved, and exhausted. 
Quickly I  pull my trousers up and jump out of the window, fearing they might find out, and I blend into the night as I walk home.

Dancing Queen Ch. 4: Mentorship [M/F]

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=== ***Queen*** ===

Bryn is a little on the slow side. Not like that, but it takes him a second to process things happening.

The smell of her, the smell of Lust, filled the room. That slightly musky odor, not a stench but a natural alluring odor of a woman turned on.

“So, what’cha say to that? I know you’ve been wanting your own brother, and it’s probably been for a while huh?”

She was about to nod bud quickly shook her head. “Don’t be shy, it’s natural. You two aren’t related by blood, so it’s perfectly fine.”

“Stop! Please, don’t say anymore,” she whined as she tried to close her legs, but I pushed them open and slowly slid a finger in. She moaned softly against my advances.

“Oh my, you’re so wet! You’re quivering down here too,” I chuckled. I took my finger out and held it in front of her, watching it glisten under the fluorescent lights. “Look how shiny my finger is, so wet. I wonder how you taste.”

“No, don’t!” She protested but it’s too late. I gently sucked on my finger and she’s helpless to stop me.

First date turns into thrill fuck at the Italian restaurant (M/F) (HARDCORE) (HOPEFUL)

“Your cousin said you were ticklish.”
“My cousin said that?” Tony chuckled “Well my cousin likes to tell lies so, there.”
“I mean, I don’t care. I think it’s cute.” Tracy smiled as she dipped her bread into a puddle of olive oil at the center of the table. Carmine’s is an Italian restaurant on the near South Side, just on the east end of Taylor Street. They are known for fresh baked bread. The décor is modest, nothing fancy. Fake brick floor tiles, walls painted as colorful Tuscany landscapes. Charming, but nothing fancy.
“Well I’m glad you think it’s cute, I think it’s cute that you think it’s cute.” Tony smiles back flirtatiously “But the fact remains, I’m not ticklish. Sorry.”
Tracy cocks her head and gives Tony a sly, suspicious but playful glare. “Look, it’s ok. I’m into it. It’s nice to learn something like this about a guy on the first date. Who knows, maybe it will come in handy later.” Tracy raises her eye brows seductively.
“Ohhh lordy, I like where this is going.” Tony chuckles, rubbing his hands together “I hate to kill the vibe, but I swear I’m not ticklish.”
“Tony. Listen, I don’t care that you are. I’m into. It’s cool.” Tracy says with a slightly more serious tone.
“This is getting weird Tracy, I don’t know how else I can tell you. I’m not ticklish. I never was. Not on my belly, or my feet. It’s just not a sensation that I feel.” Tony asserts, getting visibly frustrated.
“Oh wow, I didn’t mean to strike a nerve. Jesus dude. Who knew you would be so defensive about being ticklish, it’s not that serious.” Tracy looks around for the waiter, hoping he can break the awkward tension.
“What the fuck. I’m not ticklish. Stop saying I’m ticklish. You’re acting psycho. Let’s just drop it, please.” Tony is firm and doing a poor job of containing his frustration.
“Okay… sorry.” Tracy rolls her eyes and awkwardly looks down at her empty plate, clenching her teeth.
The table is silent. Tony takes a long sip from his glass of Malbec. He can hear the conversations from the people at the neighboring tables. Feeling guilty about snapping at Tracy, he tries to lighten the mood with an apology.
“Tracy I…” before he can utter even a single word, Tracy hurls her water glass full speed at Tony’s head. It cracks above his left eye, splitting the flesh and bleeding instantly.
“Ahhhhh! Jesus christ!” Tony screams, clutching his eye. The restaurant falls silent, save for the gasps of the patrons who witnessed the incident. Tracy rises from her chair, grabbing the wine bottle and striking it down on Tony’s head. The bottle shatters. Glass, wine and blood blend together on the floor. A plucky patron moves between them to break up the carnage, but Tracy shoves him into an empty table.
“Is this psycho enough for you!” Tracy screams at Tony, who is lying on the ground, whimpering and holding his bleeding face. Tracy places a chair over Tony’s body, pinning him to the ground. She pulls up his shirt and proceeds to run her fingers gently over his belly.
“Ha ha stoooppp!” Tony pleads, holding in laughter while wincing in pain. “Ok ok… I’m ticklish as fuck… haha… please, stop!”
“Not ticklish huh? You lying motherfucker!” Tracy barks. She reaches down and unbuckles his belt with one hand, continuing to tickle him with the other. She reaches into Tony’s pants and hoists his cock out, it’s smooth like marble, large and pink as fuck. All his pubes have been shaved off. Tracy hikes up her dress, and moves her panties aside. She is wet and fertile. She slides Tony’s robust dick smooth into her. She settles down, and takes a moment to feel it in her.
“I’m gonna keep tickling you until you cum Tony. You hear me?!” Tracy whispers. She continues to tickle Tony as he writhes in giddy delight. Tracy is not pumping, riding, or moving whatsoever. She is simply letting Tony’s cock soak inside her.
At this point, patron’s have either left, or have called the police and are filming for evidence.
“I think he’s really hurt!” a patron exclaims “He needs help!”
“Shut the fuck up!” Tracy yells. “He’s fine!”
“I’m cold Tracy…” Tony mutters “I’m cold.” Tracy can feel Tony soften inside of her. He is no longer responding to her tickles. His eyes wide and vacant.
“Tony? Tony!?” Tracy shakes him. Nothing. She feels his pulse. One. Two. Gone.
Tracy stands up, terrified. She looks around, and runs out of the restaurant. She makes it to the end of the block and stops to catch her breath. Panting, she feels something warm dripping down her leg. She knows exactly what it is. Tony had cum inside her before he died.
“I’m gonna be a mommy!” She gleefully says to herself.
Sirens race by as the police pull up to Carmine’s. Tracy starts running. This time she is not running out of fear, but running out of joy. This is happiest she has ever been.
The end.
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