The Most Savory Sin [M/F] [Sex] [Cheating]

For privacy purposes I will withhold all names.

This is an old story of a fantasy I have kept to myself for some time and I hope it's as exciting to read as it is for me to daydream about feel free to leave your thoughts in the comments…

I'm not far from what you’d call your average guy. I'm 27 years old with a slim build that I sustain by going to the gym three times a week. I work a brutal desk job and as I get older I find it's getting harder and harder to sit all day and still look fit.

My girlfriend was the best and always took care of me. She was a plump 5'2 with delightful swollen round ass and perfect proportioned breasts to match. My favorite thing was to wrap my arms around her perfect curvy waist and squeeze her softness all over. She was a doll.

{CD} Road Trip

I love these "Road Trip" stories. No wonder that film directors continually return to them; so many opportunities for unforseen character interplay and impro. My own story is a little slutty, girls, hope no one minds.

Feeling stimulated by several weeks of chastity and libidinous thinking, I prepared for a road trip. Conveniently located about halfway through the four hour journey there is a secuded parking place that has a reputation as a "dogging spot." A place where people gather, usually during hours of darkness, to enjoy adult fun of a voyeuristic, exhibitionist and participatory nature. I had not yet visited such a place, but I knew of them and felt drawn by the slutty possibilities.

Giving in to the exquisite temptations, I prepared with great care. First; a long shower, followed by a thorough all over shave, paying special attention to the definition of the tufty little heart shaped mound that I've been cultivating down there. Then; standing naked before my tall mirror and relishing every moment, I indulgently annointed myself with a delightfully fragrant coconut preparation. By now completely in the mood, I layed out my outfit, so lovingly handwashed the night before.

Samantha’s Release [F] [Masturbation][public][squirt][bbw]

It was a cool November night, and the life of a quiet town was at its slowest when the clock struck midnight. The atmosphere was damp and cozy. The street lights dazzled and danced on the wet black-top. The stillness interrupted occasionally by the clawing of dead leaves. It was on this evening that the lust for late night comforts took Samantha.

Samantha was 22 year old hard working lass with a focus that drove fourth her ascension in the professional realm. She had wonderful brown almond shaped eyes that burned dimly with a friendly ember that could melt anyone. She was a brunette, and had hair that grew down to the small of her back. Her dark bangs framed her lovely round face as if it were a window to her cheeky smile. She was what most considered a fat girl, but despite the common stigma associated with the description, Samantha was confident and comfortable with her body. She was the cutest doll with a round 5’4’’ plump figure, and a fashion sense that could knock anyone on their feet.

[M/F] [Bondage] [Voyeur] Bad Romance

Recently Hannah had been searching on the internet; specifically looking for things to spice up her sex life with her Boyfriend. She scrolled through pages and pages of toys; sleek vibrators, thick dildos and bottles of potions and lotions that could make you tingle and twist, burn or shiver! A whole world of pleasure ready to open up to her.

Her Boyfriend worked away a lot, and often came back too tired to pay any interest to her. She knew he wasn't cheating, and the job was too good to pass up. Maybe it would just take a little surprise to get his motor running?

A few curious clicks later, and she found herself browsing Bondage. Handcuffs of steel or fur, soft and coarse ropes, gags and blindfolds! She was getting so turned on just scrolling through pages, throwing things into her cart. She giggles as she put in a few things particularly naughty, before something in the SALE section caught her eye.

'Self-Typing Bondage Rope Simply wrap the rope around an object, put your hands in the loops, and tug the small string around your finger! The rope will tighten and leave you bound – unable to escape until you're freed!

question: Boarding school for psychically powerful girls

I read this amazing story a while back about a boarding school for psychically powerful girls where half are mind-fucked sex-toy sluts and the other half are their mistresses. I cant remember the title! Please help!

I remember that the story starts with the mother and the daughter traveling to the school and the mother using her power to overpower her daughter to "train" her.

The mother was an alumnus and one of the dominants… She was snooty to her former slave and her slaves daughter who later flips things around!

ARRRRG WHAT WAS IITTTT???

EDIT: found by subbiesub http://www.mcstories.com/LegacyTrilbyElse/index.html

My Daddy taught me…..

"Fuck me, baby where did you learn to fuck like that??" I lay next to my fiancé. The memory of you fresh in my mind.

I was 14.

You had caught me a year before tentatively playing with my fresh young pussy. Neither of us will ever forget that night. I had just gotten out of the shower. Mom was passed out on the couch from a full day at the office. You still hadn't found work after being laid off and you were getting supremely pissed because you're cooking skills were amazing but you resented being the "woman" of the house. Even though mom never made you feel inadequate. She would even let you fuck her after a long day. But she wasn't enough. You were drowning in depression. You could never be a man again until you were head of the household! This housework shit had to stop. You couldn't even get it up because of the depression. Even when mom would suck your dick for hours till it was almost raw. You had seriously thought of suicide…

And then the light under my door……

Teacher’s pet

I have never been a small man. I tower over my students and they fear to get on my bad side. One day early last year a new teacher, Shelly, started working at my school. She was the absolute picture of perfection. Perfectly shaped breast, not too big, just enough to drive you wild. An ass and hips that just screamed to be touched, caressed and squeezed. Knowing a gorgeous beauty like that was WAY out of my league, I would barely even talk to her. A "hello" in the morning and the occasional joke were all I dared try, at least to her face. In my dreams I would ravish her, grabbing her perfect ass and squeezing her perky tits, only to wake in the morning with a very stiff reminder of my frustration. After a few weeks of working across the hall from each other I was surprised to find a note in my faculty mail box. It read "Hi, this is Shelly. I was wondering if you were single. Feel free to text me at ###-###-#### if you are interested." My jaw nearly hit the floor. Could this be real? Immediately my mind raced, it was no secret that I rarely if ever dated. I even had to fend off the annual "Are you sure you're not gay?" question from some of the more snarky teachers. I couldn't shake the feeling that this had to be a trick. I read and re-read the note nearly a hundred times and figured "What the hell?" and sent the text to answer her question. We texted back and forth for the next few days, both of our insecurities vanishing as we flirted more and more.
One afternoon I was finishing grading some papers when my phone lit up with a text. "I want you so bad right now." I smiled thinking it to be the beginning of a sexting conversation. "Oh, I want you too, babe." "No, seriously I want it." I tend to be a bit slow on the uptake so I replied teasingly "Well, I am right across the hall." "OK, but I really like to role play. Pretend I'm a student coming to your class for tutoring." It finally hit me, she really was serious. Shelly walked into my classroom a few minutes later, and my mouth hung open in awe. She had changed from her teacher clothes and was wearing a tight black skirt, black stilettos, and a white blouse that was tied just under her breasts giving me a look at her slim waist. In her hands she carried a book and several papers. Visibly shaking off my shock, I decided to get into character. "Ms. Rook, please have a seat and start your work. Feel free to ask me if you have any questions." As painful as it was I forced myself to return to the tests. After a short while I heard her move up directly in front of my desk. Looking up I was greeted with the sight of her large puppy dog eyes begging for help before she even said a word. I thought to myself "Wow, she's really getting into this." She then bit her lip and said "I just don't get it." as she threw the papers on my desk. "OKAY, no need to worry. Come over here and let's see if I can help you." She circled my desk and came to stand by me. I couldn't help but notice that the skirt was even shorter now than when she came into the room. As she leaned over the paper to show me exactly where she needed help I could clearly see the black lace of her panties. Slowly I raised my hand behind her barely resisting the urge to speed the game and grab her smooth supple rear. Leaning forward I tried to focus on her paper, but before my eyes could even read a single word written there, I noticed the other adjustment to her wardrobe. She had opened almost all the buttons on her blouse letting her perfect round mounds be seen, supported by their own bit of black lace. Noticing the area of my attention, she asked "Do you want a better look, Mr. March." I could barely nod. Seeing how she obviously was affecting me she blushed a little and grinned as she untied the loose not in her blouse and let it slide from her shoulder to land in a pile on my desk. I wasted no time in burying my face in her bosom. Kissing every inch of exposed flesh. I wanted more, I needed more. I reached behind her and with skill and finesse I didn't know I had I unclasped her bra, freeing her lovely breasts. I slid the black lace down the length of her arms pulling them up over her head to give me unrestricted access to her chest. There I held her with one hand as my mouth and other hand tended to her plump nipples. I licked and sucked both nipples settling in on the right nipple as my hand kneaded and massaged her left. I could hear her breathing quicken and low gasps of pleasure escaped her mouth. Encouraged I took her nipple between my fingers pinching and twisting as I bit her lightly. Her whole body shook and she pulled away from my mouth. Pulling her hands free she grabbed my face bringing her lips to mine in a passionate, hungry kiss. The kiss continued as she lowered herself on top of me straddling me as I sat back in my chair. Feeling my hardened member at her crotch she began to grind against me. "I think you have a surprise for me don't you?" she whispered as her hand found it's way to my zipper. She deftly opened my khakis letting my cock spring into the air. She returned to our kiss, only now I could feel the wetness between her legs as she rubbed herself against me and stroked my dick with her hand. I was in heaven, getting closer and closer to cumming. "Not yet," she whispered in my ear as she rose from my lap, resting her ass on my desk and spreading her legs. I needed no more invitation and went right to work. First, I traced the inside of her soaked panties with my fingers, ever so lightly rubbing the lips of her moistened slit. Hooking my fingers around the obstructing lace I pulled them down her legs and let them drop to the floor. Without missing a beat I began to run my tongue along the inside of her thigh. Moving closer and closer to her waiting sex. Teasingly I licked around and around the lips of her vagina. In a very short time she was breathing even harder than before, thrusting her crotch toward my face. Only then did finally invade her slit with my tongue. Licking between her lips caused her to buck even harder, grabbing the back of my head as I tongue fucked her. I lifted my attention toward her clit, licking and sucking her swollen mound as I stuck two fingers inside her tight, glistening pussy. Before long I felt her whole body shudder, and I knew I had her in the palm of my hand. She reached down and pulled my head toward hers for another kiss. "I want you inside me, NOW!" She hissed into my ear when the kiss finally broke. She reached down and helped me pull my pants the rest of the way off. Returning to her position straddling me, she lowered herself onto my waiting cock. I slid effortlessly into her hole. Bouncing up and down on my lap, Shelly start to make cries of pleasure. Lightly at first, then gaining volume. Fearing one of the other teachers might still be in earshot, I clamped my mouth on hers muffling the sounds. "MORE!" She screamed into my mouth. Standing, I laid her back onto my desk. Now out of the sitting position I could give her the full length of my package. I began slowly and methodically built up speed ramming her tight cunt over and over. I was so lost in the moment I couldn't even care about the screams and moans coming from her mouth. My whole world was the next thrust. Soon I felt her body shake again, and her pussy grabbed my cock as she came a second time.
Immediately she dropped to her knees taking my raging boner in her mouth. She began alternating sucking and licking the length of my shaft. I couldn't hold out any longer. I erupted into her mouth and drank every last drop of my cum.
While I was still recovering she grabbed her clothes and got dressed. Without even a look back at me, she grabbed her book and left my room. I came out of my dazed state and pulled my pants back up and looked at my desk. All the tests I had so painstakingly grade and those yet to be had been covered in sweat and cum. "Oh well, I guess everyone gets an A." I said as I threw the pile into the trash.

Here I go once again slipping into women’s panties

It's become more preference and I look so Sexy whenever I've put on a Pair of NEW PANTIES. I just can't resist playing with myself eagerly, Nobody has ever seen me "openly" dressing myself up Feminatly and acting somewhat like a chick would. I really have a strong urge and desire to be able to show off in front of one or more females. To become a honeys Sex slave for a weekend & only permitted to dress as a woman, I'd love it I just know that I would. Writing about this has made Jr stiffen up nice and hard, That means (time to give myself pleasure until I unload my cumm all across my stomach) Tonight I feel like shaving my pubes smooth "I'm so fucking close darling, I'm feeling it and she's gonna be a monster too.Here here oh yea I shout while you look on. Panting vigorously with some whews in there as I erupt a huge amount of Jisim everywhere and up to my neck. Break time and a short nap with the Jisim drying

Her Dungeon [M]

As I walked into the room, she slowly wrestled herself from the chains of sleep. Dazily she looked about, gasping as she attempted to take in her surroundings. Blindfolded in the darkness on her knees with shackles about her wrists and ankles, she remained in her position like a good girl. The darkness of the room, pierced only by the faint glow of the strands of LED lights about the walls, was complete. I smiled as I saw her kneeling there moving slowly back and forth wiggling, testing the bonds of her constraints, and trying to see that which she could not behold. She knew she was trapped, she was bound and gagged, and she was perfection. “But I have never truly been in a scene in which I felt completely helpless. To me, your limit as a Dom is much nearer to vanilla than that of myself as a sub. I trust you completely and want to experience more, and I do not feel as though you would, or even could, push me past my limits.” Amber confided to the living room. Sitting on the couch, Amber barely made eye contact with me, though we sat directly across from each other. It felt as though she was ashamed to admit such a dark secret especially in front of our contemporaries. A truth which I could not deny, she needed more than I could give. Jen, sitting to Amber’s right, turned to look toward her hidden face. Mike, cool as always, reclined on his sofa, that I shared at present, and crossed his legs. He drew a long breath and looked into the eyes of Jen. I could barely tell at the time, but this was a sign that they had been here before. Not with us, but with themselves. They were journeymen to us as apprentices. They nodded slowly to each other as I opened my mouth. “And I admit as much,” I readily confessed to the room. “After all, it is hard to be a caring husband and at the same time be the Dom that you want, but more importantly that you need.” I slammed the door behind me as I started to cross the room towards her. She jumped at the sound as I moved toward her slowly, methodically. I went to her side and stood there for a second, watching her quake. Exposed in the air of the room, her skin glistened in the low, dim light of her cellar. Her brown hair and ample curves glowed as they trailed from her neck all the way down to her toes, flowing with the beauty of an elegant river. 

I looked her over again, admiring the form in front of me, all the while accepting the raging animal inside myself. She wanted to be used, and I wanted to use her. I wanted to force her to do things I had never done, and that she had never done. Carnal things, of longing and desire. The sort of animalistic things that no caring husband should ever do to his loving wife. With the voice modulator on, I whispered to her, “Good evening, whore.” She moaned back through the ball gag in acknowledgment. I reached down slowly between her legs and found the rod I had placed earlier. Deliberately, I pulled the shaft off the bed between her spread legs, making sure to ever so gently rub over her sex. She cooed like a dove and the smooth shaft tugged at her. Gently, I slid the rod along her body, probing every nook and cranny, leaving no stone unturned. My member throbbed in time with her moans of pleasure. Placing the rod on the bed beside her, I reached forward and undid the ball gag. She gasped as she was able to close her mouth for the first time in several minutes. “Rule 1,” the low raspy voice produced by the modulator sent a shiver down her spine. She could not tell it was me, for the first time in all of our time together, I could truly see how she really acted. “You obey, or you are punished. Major infractions are breaking of these rules, as set forth, in a repeated fashion and will be punished with a hard smack. The hardness is as such,” I grabbed the rod and smacked down against the bed beside her. She almost jumped as the rod made contact with the soft surface of the bed. “All other infractions, including direct orders from me, will be punished at one-quarter strength. However, should you decide to consistently refuse to follow orders, you will be punished in an increasingly hard manner. Do you agree to and understand this rule?” “Yes.” I listened as she spoke to see if I could detect a sense of hesitation in her voice. There was none. “How very interesting,” I thought to myself, “when as your husband I would punish you at far less that even a quarter strength, you cringe and want nothing to do with the punishments. But here, you welcome them, almost defiantly.” “But wait, maybe she knows it is me and that I would never hit her that hard….maybe she knows this is a game. If she does think this is me and just a game, she is in for a rude awakening.” “Rule 2,” I began again in a low voice, “The first and last word out of your mouth will be Sir. Do you understand and agree?” “Sir, yes Sir.” “Rule 3,” I continued with greater volume, “You will not speak unless I speak directly to you and ask for a response. Do you understand and agree?” “Sir, yes Sir.” “Rule 4, you will refrain from orgasm unless directly requested by me. Do you understand and agree?” “Sir, yes Sir.” She was starting to quiver on the bed. I could sense the fluids beginning to build up inside and out. “Rule 5, you will determine your word for stopping the scene completely. What is your word?” “Sir, red Sir.” “Well, let us hope that you will not need to use it this evening. Rule 6, you will determine your back off word. When the scene is becoming too much and you need a minute to collect yourself. What is your word?” “Yellow” “Excuse me?” She clenched up for a second and looked toward my voice in the room. “Sir, yellow Sir.” “Much better. Let that be your warning. You will not get another.”