Chloe the Roommate 11 [TF/M]

Thank you all for your patience. Please enjoy the second to last chapter of Chloe and Jay

Chloe the Roommate Part 11

Instead of my alarm, I woke up to the invasive sounds of a storm that had been slowly spreading across the county. A lot of rolling thunder and generally light rain filled the night air. I looked at my phone and saw a Flash Flood warning in different towns around us. I looked out the window and saw the grass was replaced with water and the sidewalks reflected the nearby light posts. Our windows were closed but you could still smell that distinctive musk of rain. I looked down and saw that Chloe’s lower half was exposed. Her soft legs spread open and I followed her pale skin all the way up too where her legs met and admired one of the best things in my life, my girlfriend’s amazing penis. I reached out for it but stopped realizing I was going to wake her up. I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed to cum, I needed her to cum, I needed to taste her cum and she mine. 

[MF] – I licked her, sucked her and spanked her ass while her husband slept upstairs

I was out for drinks with the work crowd a while back, just some of the guys from the office. One of the guys (let’s call him Carl) mentioned that his wife (let’s call her Rachel), would be driving him home later in the evening, he’d mentioned her before and I’d seen pictures of her on his desk, she was a real beauty. Bright green eyes, wavy black hair and a sweet smile.. They’d been married for a couple of years and had been together for around ten years before that… We spent the night crawling the bars, drinking and talking about work, pretty boring stuff.. I had planned to leave until her got a call from her saying she was on the way, he told me that I should stick around, wait to meet her.. I figured another drink would do no harm and I was curious to see her in the flesh…

Will meets the painter (part 1) [mf] (fiction, mild, gentle femdom, drugs)

Camille gestured with her hand in a circular motion

“Turn around and face the wall.”

Will looked confused.

“Just do it.”

He shrugged and repositioned himself on the couch accordingly. His eyes scanned the numerous pictures pinned to the wall. There seemed to be no rhyme or reason to their contents or placement. Many had frayed edges as though they’d been torn out hastily. He cleared his throat to speak.

“Have you been here for a while?”

He studied the bright, Day-Glo colors of the print closest to him. An image of a swimming pool under a cloudless desert sky looked back at him. There was something uncanny about it. He read the text printed across the bottom.

“*David Hockney*.”

The picture wasn’t exactly level. There was handwriting scrawled illegibly in the white border, and what looked to be thumbprints of smeared paint on the tacks in the corners.

“Yeah, several years now.”

She got up, walked to the bookshelf and plucked a large hardcover from a row of books, leaving an empty gap where it had been.

“The location isn’t great, kinda out in the sticks, but I like the light… and the building cost practically nothing.”

Married Indian MILF is Humiliated in public [looking for someone to continue the story]

Indu was a fine married mother with curves to die for. She was Indian, and as such, had deeply tanned skin with jet black hair that accentuated her beauty. She had full, slightly pouty lips and large, natural breasts which she covered up in a conservative white blouse. Her wide hips and round ass caught the attention of men in her denim jeans. At 44, she could certifiably be called a MILF.

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Indu was shopping at the local mall for new outfits for the summer. She was looking at various tops when she noticed that a young boy was eying her closely. He looked to be barely old enough to be out of high school, if even that. He was white and had a sleazy look to him, the type of kids she would warn her own about. He was lean and muscular, with what looked like a bulge in his shorts. She walked over to look at various kinds of legwear, and she noticed the boy stealthily following. She picked up a pair of short shorts, thinking how slutty the dirty girls were who wore clothing that showed so much skin. She was curious how they would look on her though. As she spaced out, she accidently knocked some clothes down. She bent over to pick them up and saw the boy from earlier staring dead at her round backside, and noted that his bulge got bigger. Indu was curious about this boy now. She had never thought of herself as “sexy”, and yet this boy was clearly interested. But that sort of thing wasn’t allowed in her culture, not to mention she was married with children and much too old for the boy.

Fuck toy in my basement

I will keep you in my basement, I will leash you and keep you as my sex slave. I will use you every day and do whatever I like. I will put you in a cage when I am not using you.

I will wipe you everyday with my belt and make marks on your body. You are just a rape meat, I will use your holes and fill it with cum and piss every day.

I will feed you my cum, piss and spit every day along with dog food. I will train you to become a sex slave. Your only task is to serve me, you will do whatever I say. Your body and mind belong to me, I am your owner and I can do anything I want. Every day I want to abuse your body, your holes until I am satisfied. And when I am done, I will chain you to my bed in case I am awake in the middle of night and I want to use you again!!

[F4M] Pain me a nightmare!

Indian Girl
Age -19

What I am looking for – This may seem as a common kink or common post but what i like is extreme and dark things. Till now I haven’t found anything dark enough that can be extreme for me. I have seen and cummed to darkest of things . I am open to everything from piss to amputation.

I want you to degrade me abuse me treat me like a lowly creature. Treat me like a shit.

Brownie points – if you can abuse me in hind.
If you can blackmail and force me into doing things

About me – age 19 year. Height -5”4” weight – 70kg Curvy
Boobs – 34DD
Huge ass

The Education of Ashley Polk [Mf] – Prologue and Chapter 1

Hi! This is my first time posting something like this. This is a long story that I’ve been working on. This first post doesn’t get dirty. But if you like my writing style I can keep posting the rest of the story. Open to critiques and feedback

Prologue

Ashley didn’t realize all at once she was unhappy. It was the realization of why. Or at least one way to fix it. Or at least it was something that stuck in her mind and became a manifestation of all of the other things in her life that were frustrating and monotonous. It happened one night. Laying in bed after her husband rolled off of her. He always fell asleep right after sex. He was snoring softly and she was laying awake in the dark. It was sex. She needed more of it. Or different of it or something. Somehow her brain tied her unhappiness to her sexual part of her brain. And now it was a link that was going to be hard to break. There was just one problem.

Anal Sex [MF]20’s

Not all my experiences have been good ones.  Some have been pretty awful.   There was a time I was asked to do anal.  And to begin with I didn’t even really want to do it I did it to make the person happy.  

Side note: never do anything you are uncomfortable with just to make anyone happy. If they truly care they will not put you in that situation to begin with. Moving on.

I laid on my stomach as lube was placed into my backdoor. He fingered my ass a little to help stretch it out and to help the lube coat the inside as well.  He lubed up a small butt plug and stuck it in my ass. I gritted my teeth as he forced it in. 

We proceeded to have vaginal sex in doggy position Which was really nice as always.  After a bit he took the small butt plug out and then went a Size up.  Again teeth gritting pain.

Back to doggy for awhile, I rubbed my clit to get off, which is always a good orgasm.  After that he took what was the third butt plug out. My back hole was slightly used to it but still stung with some pain.

Forgetting Caroline Part 2: My Best Friend Is Letting Me “Use Her Body” After a Rough Breakup [M/F] [Photo in Comments]

I’ve dreaded the 5th of January for weeks. Normally this isn’t the case … it used to be a date I enjoyed. Looked forward to. You could almost say I loved it.

Yesterday would have been my four-year anniversary to Caroline, the woman I’d planned to marry before I found out she was cheating on me with her personal trainer.

We had a tradition of celebrating our anniversary with a big night out and then a wild night in bed. My bed. The one that I sleep in alone now that we aren’t together. Now that she has apparently moved on and was seeing other people.

So when our first “anniversary” after the breakup rolled around, I was pretty miserable. Sorry, that’s an understatement. I wanted to erase January 5th from every calendar on earth.

I called in sick to work and planned to binge-watch The Witcher until it was time for bed. I just wanted the day to be over so I could get back to literally any of the other 364 days of the year.

But then Emma texted me.