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The Princesses in the Tower – Chapter 5, Part 2a – Roberta [Maledom] [Male supremacy] [Humiliation][Uncomfortable territory][Non-con][Les][Spanking][BDSM][Plot heavy]

**Roberta**

“You aren´t getting any wetter. Not good enough for you, baby girl? Neither I nor Kenneth? Well, we brought a bottle of dyke-grease.”

I wasn´t looking at the bodybuilder, a piece of a man speaking and it would be testing boundaries if I acknowledged the existence of his beer-bellied buddy.

Below the lamp with the vermilion shade laid two bills, orange in the normal light. Prosperits I was bought with because my team lost.

“Grab her arms. She begs to be nailed, not nuzzled.”

The thick beard of Kenneth´s swathed my fingertips, and I would be afraid of lice if the grime wasn´t going to stink out the inner tissue´s recesses. Bernard, the iron pumper, pressed my ankles together. My nude form was manhandled to a wooden cross, lying askew between the bed and the other wall. The clasp of leather drawn tight could be called mild if one was previously lifted by… *Them.*

“You are a dyke and, what is worse, a teacher,” Bernard said. He sucked in my supposed fragrance. „You smell foul, but cunt is a cunt, and I wished for an odd dainty – the milf adroit pussy that is rejecting the dicks. And I must only add the coating.” Read more »

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A Father’s Struggle 12 – Surprise (fiction, family, bond, m/f, con, torture, exhib, teasing, Spying)

Well that could have gone smoother.

Sure as fuck could have gone worse….like a lot worse.

Happy I don’t need to change locks or a new cell number after I kind of outlined my intentions with Lola.

Granted I was kind of playing it safe with Lola with everything that was going on. Though I’m not *really* expecting anything to go on with my daughter’s as apparently they were my ‘*spies*’ but I’m not entirely sure **if** they were my **only** ‘*spies*’.

Like I said I had noticed multiple things for a while that never really added up. Now that I’m aware that I have been spied on does not entirely mean that my daughter’s were my only culprits….they were just my recent ones.

Still can’t believe my girl’s used my technology against me in my hunt. And I still can’t believe of all people to be **A** spy was Nicole.

But all I had to do now was wait until Monday for George and his people to install my new system. Then it’s back to playing the waiting game before my ‘spy'(s) show themselves before I do anything. Read more »

Danny pt 3. The shower [MF][DS][undressing][shower][foreplay][fingering][kissing][spanking][voyeur]

Danny helped me settle in when we got to his place and asked me if I wanted to go out for dinner or a drink at a local pub up the street from his house. I said yes of course but that I smelled like airplane and would need to take a shower first. Danny took me by the hand and lead me to his bathroom. He had a big beautiful shower, fully enclosed in glass. He stopped me at the shower door and faced me towards himself before reaching into start the water. He turned back towards me, pulled my shirt over my head and dropped it on the floor. He held his hand underneath the falling water, biting his lip and smiling at me in silence. He ran his finger tips up and down my forearm, and then the front of my tummy. When the water was warm he whispered “There,” and then he leaned in and kissed me softly. I felt his hands on the clasp of my bra and wrapped my arms around his neck. He kissed me deeper. I felt the band of my bra release with a snap. Danny slid it down, letting it fall to the floor next to my shirt. I looked up and watched him look down at my chest, exposed and bare. He kissed me deeply, unbottoning my jeans. He grabbed the fabric at each of my hips and forced them down to join the rest of my clothes. I moaned. And Dannys firm hand slapped my ass.
He grabbed my waist and turned me to face the shower door and placed his hand on the small of my back. I felt his other hand running up my torso. Then he stopped at my breast, grabbing it tight in his hand. I tilted my head back and closed my eyes. I moaned again, louder. I felt his longer fingers wrap around my throat, his strong hand softly squeezing. My head felt lighter, my stomach alive with a sudden fluttering. I felt my pussy’s nectar drip down my thigh as my breathing became heavy. He put his foot on the crotch of my jeans in the pile of my clothes. “Feet up,” he said as I stepped out of their confinement “good girl.”
Danny put his mouth on my cheek. He lingered there with his mouth slightly opened, his warm breath on my skin sent shivers down my spine. And then he kissed me softly once. He released my throat and ran his hand back down my body, I gasped. He guided me gently into the shower, “I’ll get your bag”. While he was gone I stood under the running stream of hot water. I asked myself “Is this really happening right now?” It all felt like a powerful and lovely dream.
He returned and took a loofa from under the sink. He looked up and smiled wildly at me when he caught me staring at him, still open mouthed and stunned. He reached in handing me my bar of soap and the loofa. Then he closed the shower door and walked back to the counter. He shaved his beautiful face, he styled his air and brushed his teeth. All without seemingly ever taking his eyes off of me for more than a second. I starred back at him. He watched me wash my body. And then I rinsed at length, giving him the show I know he wanted. Looking into the depths of his soul, and he looked into mine. I felt tethered to him by something binding, an intense longing.
When I was finished, I turned the water off. I heard Danny’s voice firmly say “Don’t move”. I stood there with my back to him, water dripping off of my body. I felt so exposed and vulnerable, and it was absolutely thrilling. I peeked back over my should and saw Danny pick up a folded towel from the counter top. He walked to the shower, opened the door. I turned to him. He looked me up and down, and then he shook the towel out. I lifted my arms up above my head. “You really are a good girl,” he said before wrapping the towel around my body. I put my arms down and took ahold of the towel.
I stepped out of the shower, Danny’s hand returned to the small of my back and I could feel his breath on my ear. He said “I want to feel you”. My breath shook and I nodded yes. “I need to hear it, love” Danny said as he grabbed my ass. “Yes, yes! Yes” I stammered. Danny chuckled and pushed two fingers slowly into my pussy and groaned. He approved. I tilted my head back and sighed as he wiggled his fingers around deep inside of me. I felt my knees weakening, my thighs started trembling. Danny jerked his hand back, I gasped again. He walked to the bathroom door way, turned back and said “I’m ready when you are”.
When I looked at him in shock, he smiled and winked. He left me in the bathroom to dress. I met him in the living room, he took my hand in his and whisked me out the front door. I didn’t KNOW that this man was just getting warmed up for the evening, but I certainly had my suspicions.

Summer Time (MFF)

I love summer time. Especially the clothes.

Naomi was wearing those short shorts over her bikini. You know the type, the ones that would show off the color of her panties if she went for the full-bottom briefs. She even decided to forgo a shirt over her top. I’d pulled on a muscle shirt with my suit and we were off for a day at the beach.

We probably should have paid attention to those dark clouds on the horizon.

Naomi was hot as hell, the taut fabric of her bra stretched even tighter by the fact that she’d purposely bought a top a size too small. I had trouble tearing my eyes away from her erect nipples. Not that she didn’t want me to notice.

We settled into the Bug and started our trip.

The sun beat down on the small car as warm breezes blew through the open windows. It wasn’t a long trip to the sandy shores of our favorite beach. Read more »

What College Girls will do For A Grade p1 (MFF) (oral) (college) (professor/student)

“Don’t forget. The current events assignment is due at the start of next class.” Anthony called to his exiting Economics students. He sighed and cleaned up his lecture materials to return to his office. He was in no rush to get to his empty home, now that his ex moved out months ago.

“Um. Professor Walter?” He turned as saw the beautiful, brunette from the third row, named Emily. She vaguely reminded him of Kendall Jenner in the face and her expensive looking clothes. “Hi. I know you don’t have office hours tonight, but it would really help my friend and I with this assignment if we could meet in your office at 6.” Her smile was very persuasive for Anthony who quickly replied, “sure, see you then.” As the girl bounced out of the classroom, Anthony couldn’t look away from her stride, a slight hip shake that caused the hem of her dress to dance seductively.

At 6pm, Anthony was seated at his office’s desk, in a quiet corner of the department, when he heard a knock. In walked Emily with her friend Megan, a shorter girl with darker hair and tighter, more revealing clothes. Anthony tried to answer some questions on the class’s content but the girls grew more confused with each answer. It didn’t help that Anthony kept glancing over their tight, young bodies, hunger rising inside. Read more »

I Let a Stranger Fuck Me in the Mosh Pit [MF[

A story by [Sophia Dublin](https://medium.com/@sophiadublin)

>The hands on my ass rubbed me just how I liked to be touched. I glanced behind me, praying the hands belonged to the hot guy I’d shared all the smiles with. Our eyes met and I leaned into him, pressing my ass against his body. His hardness pressed into me through our clothes, and I took his hands in mine, slid them around to my front, so his arms were around me.

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Spilling The Tea with Eliza and Tiffany

Eliza and Tiffany chill on Eliza’s sofa chatting about their relationship.
“It’s been so long since I had a good dick in me. Don’t get me wrong, I had different partners, but not single one knows how to use their joystick.” Tiffany kicked her feet on Eliza’s coffee table. Eliza sips her tea with a stoic look in her eyes, and clears her throat.

“Feet. Off.” Eliza said like she was talking to one of her own children.

“Liz, you use to be running the streets too. You were a little demon back in school. And know, you’re a modern Mary Poppins.” Tiffany looks over at Eliza’s family portrait on the wall. “You have a hardworking, providing husband, two sons who would be adorable, if they weren’t like they were on a caffeine blitz every hour, and a daughter who is a splitting image of you. Meek, quiet, but definitely not two faced.”

Eliza raises her eyebrow. “Those days are long gone and put behind me. The days I was with Eric, and got pregnant with the boys was the day I had to change. At the time I was pregnant, I didn’t even know he was going to be the father. When I found out I was pregnant there’s two others that could have been the father at the time.” Read more »

Not my first and not my last encounter with my gay lover MM*

This is my first post, maybe my last depending on the reception, don’t get me wrong, I’m not looking for validation as a writer, but I’ve always been insecure about my sexuality. Let me explain, growing up I was as straight as could be, shy, but also straight, at the YMCA showers I’d always hide away in the single stalls, not wanting any other man to look at my naked body, not withstanding my choice for him to do so, sorry, that’s not exactly true, I didn’t think about it nearly as much as it bothered me, I just didn’t want eyes on me, my father made fun of it, “what’re ya hiding?!” He’d exclaim in his own way, not understanding my own fear of displaying myself in front of other guys, it wasn’t his fault, he didn’t understand my own proclivities of lack thereof in the realm of social awareness, I had my own insecurities, my own preoccupations, and if more is to be told let me know you want to hear it, thank you.