Coerced by my stepdad into having sex…not regretting it (m/f)

This happened just over three years ago when I was a senior in high school.

 

My mom had been dating a rich guy named Steven for six months and we just moved into his house before Christmas when they got engaged. I don't really like him, but my mom LOVES him and he basically took us from a small apartment in a bad area to a huge house in a good neighborhood. He is handsome and has money so I'm happy for her, but he was saying sexual things to me which creeped me out and kinda turned me on at the same time. In front of her, he would call us his "beautiful girls" and make comments about what I was wearing and what about me I got from my mom. He said stuff like "I'm glad she has a boyfriend so there aren't all these strange boys knocking on my door…"

When she wasn't around, Steven complimented me more sexually and one time he hugged me and his hand went down my lower back to my ass. The most obvious sexual thing, and the catalyst for our sexual encounter, was he walked in the kitchen in just his boxer briefs when I was eating breakfast and my mom was in the shower.

Femdom in the Real World part two – Married M&F

This is a stream of consciousness story that happened about a week ago, but I thought that it'd be more fun to tell it in present tense. Enjoy

Her hips buck. Her pull on my hair gets tighter. Her thighs flex and squeeze my ears, muffling her ecstasy. I have to hold my breath during this but I don't mind. It's not very long. She has powerful, dancer's legs though…and those can hurt sometimes…and she knows it…but she's being extra nice tonight. Her grip slackens. Her legs spread. And I pull my mouth away.

I survey my goddess from my kneeling vantage point. She's collapsed on the bed, her breathing deep but returning to normal. Her legs are in the amazing wide split she's capable of. Her right leg, bent at the knee, dangles from the bed. Her butt to the edge. Her pussy, just inches from my face, gleams…but not in that gross, sloppy way that porns intentionally play up…just a beautiful sheen. I inhale. I love the smell of her, it's like vanilla and musk. I wonder who decided that pussies smell bad. Probably somebody with a bored wife.

Just the Tasks

Just the Tasks

As we all know by now, I am a good girl and listen to my Lady when she gives me a task at hand. So a few days ago, when she said "no more panties", I did as I was told and started not wearing panties. Exciting and yummy feeling, walking around knowing you have nothing but your pants between you and the hot piece of ass sitting next to you… And of course that wonderful jean rubbing my bare pussy making me squirm with every step.

Today I was blessed with the task of telling my work crush, one way or another, that I was sans panties. This was perplexing, exciting, new. I have rarely shared details like this with work men, all in good reason of course. So this is a challenge in my eyes as I have no idea how to approach it in good taste and without making anyone uncomfortable. Sure we all joke and flirt, but is it cause of a slight attraction or due to just being friendly at work. So this became my struggle, all day, working on how to tell him.

Lunchtime Erotic Massage 2 [m/f]

I had another dirty lunchtime encounter with my French banker friend two days ago, and it was even better than our first time, which I shared last month. We texted a few times during the holidays and were both eager to get together again when I was next in his city.

The day before our meeting on Wednesday – from 11:30am to 1:30pm – I shared a request with him that I knew he would honor, and would make my erotic massage so much better….please, I asked nicely, tease me first. Don't go right to my pussy with your tongue, as good as that feels, hold off a bit, caress inside my thighs, my breasts, kiss me, touch me as near my pussy as you wanted but don't go inside until I beg you to please take because I can't wait anymore. And then release my pent-up desire any way you prefer – fingers, tongue or cock. As expected, he liked this request and readily agreed ahead of time.

My first night with a couple (28f and 40’sM&F)

We met on a swingers website and got along well. Met up with them for a coffee, then planned a night out with them as two couples and that was lots of fun but was kind of cut short. My bf was going out to meet a girl and so I asked if I could have this couple over for some play!

I got a bit tipsy and smoked a bit of weed before they picked me up, so I was in this perfect chatty horny buzzed state. We went to a bar around the corner from my place and got some food (essential for fuelling passion). I sat across from her and got to look at her beautiful cleavage. She's a bbw and true to the words. Big and beautiful with a love for pleasing. We get along well and have great sexual chemistry. Her flirty husband sat next to both of us and had his hand up exploring my legs before we even sat down. I was wearing a black skirt with thicker nylons (it's winter here!) and black bootie heels. My shirt was modest but showed off my breasts' curves nicely.

29 [M4f] Sacramento, CA – Sadistic Dom looking for a lovely sub. Worth a look. Pics inside.

Me: 29, white, 6'1", athletic body. College educated and physically active. House, car, dog, career. Mentally and physically healthy. Zero drugs. No smoking. Minimal alcohol. In my spare time I like to climb, paintball, shoot guns, walk my puppy, swim, baseball games, hike, camp, road trips, play vidya and ride roller coasters. Outside the bedroom I am very easy going and calm. I don't do jealousy or possessiveness. My Dom side and public side are very different beings.

Dom side: Very kinky, sadistic and controlling in the bedroom. Slapping, biting, spanking, flogging, choking, spitting, punching, bruising, forced/rough oral, rules and restrictions, instructions, humiliation and degradation. I am very demanding, but very fair. Everything I do as a Dom leads back to my care for my sub (as it should be) and considering what my actions will do to her. I have overwhelmingly positive feedback about my abilities as a Dom to care for my sub.

You: 18-30. Height/weight proportionate. Physically and mentally healthy. Submissive or switch. Masochistic preferred. Interested and open minded to trying just about anything. Communication is a must. Educated and intelligent. Squared away and mature. No drugs, minimal drinking/smoking. Responsible with a car, place, job (or school).

Freshman Adventures: Spring Break, Part 3

I rested my head on Anjali's chest for a few moments thinking of what I'd do to get her screaming. As I pondered, she sat up and shifted forward and next thing I knew her mouth was around my cock, furiously sucking it while grabbing me by the waist as if I might escape. I nutted in her mouth in about three minutes and she tilted her head back, again, as if having done more coke, and swallowed three times. I stepped back and almost fell against her window. I felt so fucking good in that moment and shut my eyes. The next room over, I heard the door shut and Dirk and Anjali talking in whispers.

I began laughing. I heard her chuckle. I opened my eyes and burst out laughing and she burst out laughing also. Her cheeks were red and it looked almost as if she’d been crying. She sat up and looked down at her stomach, quickly, with an embarrassed grin, and back up at me with a grin that could not believed I had persuaded her in to this situation.

my first time riding bareback (mf, long, detailed backstory)

There's a bit of background to get through here… Quick description of me- 5'2, 125 pounds, slim but with disproportionate chest (30F), light brown long hair, green eyes. I get a lot of attention from men, but because of my breasts it's often from the wrong sort of men unfortunately.

Ever since I lost my virginity at age 17, sex has been a very casual thing for me. If I feel like having sex, I have sex, and I have moved so far from fear of being perceived as a slut. While this has been liberating, it has also been damaging, as with each new partner the association between sex and love/romance becomes weaker and weaker. I suppose you could say I've become disillusioned.

Then, in July, I met James. And no- this story isn't cliche romantic. But the sex was instantaneously fantastic. It was effortless and fun- and perhaps most surprising of all- it was consistent. I've found that casual sex relationships usually expire after about a month, as you just grow tired of each other. But this kept going. Despite being over ten years my senior (36 to my 25) his libido was impressive, with our best record being seven times in one night. We also had sex in the hospital where we both work- a story for another time.

Freshman Adventures: Spring Break, Part 2

I wasn’t in to Dirk’s plan. So that night, I ignored him. I got trashed at a bar further downtown in Miami and hit on several groups of girls. None of them were interested. I vaguely remember some big dude stepping between me and and one chick and yelling in my face. I swung at him. He socked me in the face. I remember throwing a chair. We were restrained by bouncers and I was thrown to the pavement. I woke up in our hotel room the next morning with a white hospital bracelet on my wrist and a bandage on my cheek. I didn’t recall anything. I had a bandage on my head. I peeled it off and didn't have to look at my head to know the shiner looked badass. I could feel it gleam in the light.

Dirk was, once again, not there. I checked my phone and saw a ton of texts from Anjali. I only knew it was her because the first message said; “Hey this is Anjali.” I drank coffee and rehearsed a plan. I would go to her room and we’d have a quick pity fuck. Thinking about the pity fuck made me hard but I was determined not to jerk off. I wasn’t sure how functional my cock would be after the previous night. I'd have to make sure that she sucked me off for at least five minutes. I don’t leave these sore-cock situations without having gotten lip treatment.

Used by unknown men (f/m/group)

I'm a 19 year old bisexual girl in my freshman year of college. I met my Mistress at a party shortly after arriving. She's a freshman as well. Normally I wouldn't have mentioned my interest in submission to someone I had just met, but I had been drinking, and we were talking. The next day, when we were both sober, she offered to explore my submissiveness with me. I've been her's ever since and our relationship has slowly grown deeper.

One night, my Mistress told me to meet her in one of the classrooms on campus. I was to disrobe upon arriving, and wait for her there. This was late at night on a weekend, so there was little chance of getting caught by anyone. When I got to the room, I stripped, and placed my folded clothes on one of the desks. My Mistress usually requires me to fold my clothes neatly when I remove them, so I knew she would want me to do so here as well. I sat down to wait for her on a towel I had brought for the purpose since I didn't want to sit directly on the chairs in the classroom. Who knows what's all over them.