Sarah Pt2 – [MF], [MFF], [inc]

[Synopsis Pt 1.:
I knew Sarah from my local coffee shop, and met her in the canteen of the local College where I was doing some work. We got to talking and over the next few days we met and talked more. She asked for my help and I gave it to her. Then I really gave it to her. We had fucked up a storm and then were caught. By Sarah’s mother, no less.]

Both Sarah and I jumped up, startled by an unexpected intrusion.

“Mother!” Sarah cried. “Oh Mother! How could you?” Sarah was genuinely upset now.

I didn’t want to get involved in this and as the sheets were under us, there was no way to cover us up. We were well and truly caught, in flagrente dilecto, as it were.

“Sorry darling, I didn’t mean to interrupt, but I couldn’t help myself. Watching that was absolutely wonderful. No-one’s fucked me like that for a long time.” she said. “You going to introduce me to your friend?”

I was looking around, everywhere, anywhere, and could feel the heat of my embarrassment rising all over.

Sarah Pt1. [MF], [MFF], [inc]

For the last two weeks I have been on assignment at the City College. It seems the Dean is a little concerned at rumours that their computer systems have been compromised and my company has been engaged to check their security. It took about ten minutes to confirm their system was indeed easily hacked, and about another hour to see this hacking has gone back several years. I was there to look at the systems and find a way of protecting them.

Well, not going to happen, their systems are so old they are in serious need of updating. Not just their security systems but everything. I had already determined that several of the systems in place were set up independently, have grown separately then some bright spark has tried to integrate them. It is that attempt at integration that has opened security holes that you could drive an Abrams tank through.

[MF] The Chair

“Strip,” I command flatly. Obediently you pull your top over your head and toss it onto the ground beside you. Reaching behind your back you unclasp your bra letting it slide forward and fall to the floor. Straightening up you stand definitely and look into my eyes. “Everything. Hurry up or you’ll be punished.” You pause considering the possibilities before quickly undoing the button of your shorts and letting them descend your legs. Pushing your underwear down you kick the combined pile to the side. Moving your arms behind your back you stare at me and whisper, “yes sir,” meekly. “Good slut,” I answer before getting a nearby chair and putting it in front of you it’s back facing towards me.

“Sit. Breasts over the back of the chair. Hands at your knees,” I bark. “Yes sir,” you quickly answer before doing as your told. You lean forward as you sit so your breasts drape over the wooden chair back. Pulling four lengths of rope I begin to bind you to the chair. Fastening your wrists tightly at the top of the rear chair legs I look deep in your eyes. “Remember. You asked for this slut.” Your ankles are quickly fastens to the bottom of the same legs. I see you test at your restraints. You can move your limbs a few inches in any direction, but are otherwise stuck in place. Pulling a lace band from my other pocket I wrap it around your face covering your eyes. The world disappears and all you can do is sit and wait in anticipation.

Paradise – Part Three [MMF][Cuck][Bi][Long]

Paul looked down at Samantha, her wet pussy spread before him. From the corner of his eye, he could see Will’s chest heave with anticipation as he inched the swollen head of his cock closer to her pussy lips. Finally, right when their flesh was about to meet, Paul thrust his cock deep into Sam, pushing it all the way to her cervix. With each slow thrust, he felt her give alittle more and take more of his cock. Sam began to moan, letting out the animal noises of a woman overcome with pleasure. She raised her ass, taking even more. Will watched Paul’s muscled body push and pull with each slow stroke, and saw Sam’s belly almost rise when Paul was deep inside her. As Paul began to quicken his pace, Sam was overcome by her first orgasm, writhing on the deck chair and squirting Paul’s chest with clear fluid. Will gasped, he’d never seen Sam squirt from a cock before. That parlor trick was normally reserved for her Hitachi wand.

Gym Shorts [MF]

Oh.

My.

God.

Those were, and frankly still are, the three words running through my mind after he grabbed me and pushed me up against the back wall of the locker room. I’ve had my fair share of shameful walks, just like any young woman in her twenties, though they always took place the morning after some regretful decision…. and definitely without said one-night stand’s sin dripping down my thigh.

I began going to the local gym somewhere between my last semester of college and graduation. It wasn’t so much for appearances (at least from the outside looking in), but rather just to make myself feel good. I was graduating, I was about to be free from school, I deserved to feel good about myself! I knew I could shave off what had gathered around my mid-drift by the time graduation rolled around, but my thighs were inherited from my mother and if history repeated itself, they’d stick around. My sister and I used to always joke that I got my hips from our mom and my chest from our dad, the latter who was skinny as a rail. I was proud of my small bust though throughout school and thankful I didn’t wind up like some of the other girls about who got stared down and cat called for what was bouncing around up top.

I See You [mf] PT 1 [mast] [voy]

Rick moved into his new apartment on a Tuesday. He’d gotten his dream job, so he uprooted his entire life in Ohio and moved to New York City in a hurry. He found an apartment, got some furniture from a thrift shop, and settled in. He never thought he’d turn into a voyeur.

But … right across the street was a clear shot into his neighbor’s apartment. At first, he just looked out of the window, taking in the sites and the sounds. But then, he saw a light click on. And SHE entered. This stunning brunette. Tall, skinny, large breasts. He was in awe.

She didn’t see him. She took off her coat. She kicked off her shoes. And then, she went into the other room. A light clicked on. Rick followed her. His cock began to harden under his pants. Was she going to undress? This was exciting. In Ohio, he lived in a house with no view of his neighbor’s house. In NYC, he could see every detail of this woman, including the dimples on her cheeks.

Muscular Guy with a Black T-shirt [Mm, anal, celeb, fantasy]

I’m visiting Florida, USA. I am from Europe and this is my first time in America. I’m on this trip alone. One night I cannot sleep and decide to go to the beach early in the morning. I’m sitting on the empty beach thinking about my life and looking at the sea. There are people somewhere far from me and I don’t see them. Suddenly a man some 50 feet away grabs my attention. A tall very well-built man. He’s wearing a tight black T-shirt and I can see he has very-well developed muscles. He could be a bodybuilder. His arms are massive. I try not to stare too long at him. After a couple minutes I suddenly hear a girl asking someone to take a selfie. She’s talking to the man. The sound of the waves and wind prevents me from hearing what they speak. But suddenly I notice a deep strong voice. A voice so manly and heroic. It’s him. It’s that big man with a black T-shirt. The girl walks away. I look at his face for the first time and I can’t believe my eyes. Is it John Cena? It has to be him. But how can he be alone on the same beach so close to me? No, it must be a very similar guy. But I’ve seen his photos so many times. So many times I was getting hard seeing his shirtless body on the Internet, watching him on WWE and hearing that masculine voice. I could recognize that body from millions of people. I’m sure it’s him. I can’t take my eyes off him. He turns his head and sees me. Time is frozen. I lose control and my mind tries to tell my eyes to stop looking but it’s impossible.

Fantasy Island [Fdom] [Msub] [MF/MM] [Bi]

I saw it advertised online. In clear black and white in the pages of an adult entertainment website. I was not sure what I was looking for, other than a release from the doldrums of a dire day to day existence. I had come out of a long-term relationship rudderless, and the seemingly endless sea of porn and unfilled promises was doing my head in. The words read out like a beacon to my cock.

#Fantasy Island

Within the advertisement, was a promise of a week of heteroflexibility, where you would be one of many, ready to take part in a competition of sexual pleasure. I didn’t know what to make of it, at first. Heteroflexible? Admittedly, that was something that ended my relationship. I had dearly wanted my ex-girlfriend to put toys in my ass and she wouldn’t. I started watching bisexual porn and became intrigued by the cocks of other men. Was it going to be worth the flight to Australia and the copious bits of paperwork required? Paperwork to attain consent, which would be verbally confirmed upon arrival.

The Gardener [MF] [Str8]

“Don’t forget to clean the upstairs bathroom!” yelled an impatient voice from downstairs. “Just because you’re home for the week doesn’t mean I’m cleaning your soap scum!”

“Yes, mother,” replied an annoyed Heather Ryan.

“And be sure to vacuum your bedroom while you’re at it!” she added. “You father and I worked hard to keep your old room organized. Don’t make us do it again!”

Heather felt like banging her head on the nearest brick wall. It was her first day home from college – the first day of spring break, no less – and already she longed for another mid-term. It was hard enough with most of her friends were taking trips to the beach or camping upstate. Being stuck at home made it feel less like a vacation and more like a chore.

“Chores,” Heather groaned, “they never end because things always get dirty.”

Slumping down in her chair at the desk next to her bed, she was already dreading the rest of her week. She’d arrived home from college late last night, carrying two large suitcases of dirty clothes, one of which got soaked because it had been raining. Her parents were glad to see her for about five minutes before they started giving her crap for tracking mud into the foyer.

Just us and the weekend [MF]

The car drops you off in front of my house, it’s welcoming with its big bay window and me on the front porch with a smile. We had organized it perfectly, everyone was out of town and I flew you down with some extra miles that were about to expire. It’s warm and your light dress is perfect for the breeze.

“Stay for supper?” I ask with a grin. You kiss me and tell me you would be happy to stay for supper, then you kiss me again and tell me you’ll stay for breakfast too. I pour you a glass of lemonade and we sit on the porch unexpectedly. We talk about your flight and the weather…the small talk is killing you…you can’t wait to show me what you’re wearing under your dress. You decide to tease me and put your feet on my lap and tell me that the heels made your feet very sore. I smile, sip, and explain that while I want you to be sore, I don’t want you to be sore just yet and slip your heels off your feet and give your arches just a bit of pressure. Usually you’re ticklish on your feet, not for me though. You were teasing me about your feet being sore, but when I touch them you don’t want me to stop. We sit and smile while you finish your drink.