ExXxposed in the lab – [M/F][Drug enhanced libido][Shower sex][Technically part 3]

Brandon carefully measures out 188 mL of the pearly green fluid from the flask to the graduated cylinder. He moves slowly and deliberately, holding the flask with both hands and watching for even the smallest errant drip.

On the other side of the lab, Dr. Mark Kimball sits on a stool and carefully sifts through papers and manila folders.

“I have to say, guys. These results are amazing. The original formulation was pretty potent, but this stuff is next level. We’re seeing increases in pheromone responses of nearly 150% and the gene targeting is hitting nearly three times the markers. How are we doing on final phase testing? That’s the last thing holding us up from getting ExXxtra to market.”

Melissa looks down at the clipboard in her hand. “Well, I think this is about it, right?” She glances towards Brandon.

Sitting the Erlenmeyer flask down carefully, he nods. “Should be. Then it’s on to human trials. Unless we just want to skip that step for tradition?” He waggles his eyebrows knowingly.

Payback

You close the door behind you, happy to finally be home after a long day of running around. You open the closet to put away your boots and coat. As you put the hanger back, you suddenly feel my arms slip around your shoulders, hugging you tight against me. You sigh contentedly, leaning into my embrace. I plant soft kisses on your neck and cheek while you turn to glance at me out of the corner of your eye.

“Well hello to you too.” You say playfully, enjoying my affections.

My arms slide down your own, gently pulling them behind you. Before you know what’s happening, you find your wrists bound behind your back, clamped in a soft pair of handcuffs. My kisses have made their way up the side of your face. I pull myself close and whisper into your ear, “Not a hello my dear, this… is revenge.”

I whip you around to face me, your arms locked behind your back. You’re helpless to resist my lips against yours, catching your shocked gasp before it can escape. I take your lower lip between my teeth, pulling it away before I release you and meet your eyes with a devious smirk.

The Roadtrip (Exhibitionism) (mDom/fSub) (Spanking) (Finger Fuck)

We were on day three of our road trip, making the long drive from New York to Austin for SXSW. We were both excited for the event, but to be honest, the drive was starting to get a little boring. Endless highway stretching on and on in front of us. We’d already previewed the tracks of all the bands we planned to see when we got there. We’d made a list of all the BBQ places we planned to hit as well. What’s worse is that we spent the previous two nights crashed at friends’ houses along the way which didn’t give us any time for some proper fucking, leaving us both more than a little pent up.

We cruised down the Interstate in my black, Jeep Cherokee, hands resting on each other’s legs as I drove. My hand slid gently up and down your smooth, warm thigh, occasionally slipping under your sundress where my fingertips would brush the slowly dampening fabric starting to cling to your pussy lips. “Mmmm, that’s so nice,” you purred, as your hand sought out my stiffening cock through my shorts. We teased each other like this for mile-after-mile, both trying to maintain our composure, my hard cock straining against my boxers and shorts as your blue panties darkened the wetter they got.

Keeping warm [Fm] [inc] [first]

My folks had driven me up the mountain to stay with my Gran for the next few days, to help her through a whopper of a storm that was on the way.
Her place was likely to get a few feet of snow, and she probably wouldn’t be able to bring in enough wood if she couldn’t get to it. I was going to be the muscle, and make sure she was going to be okay.

She was very affectionate, right off the bat, and she had her arm around me until my parents were leaving. She only broke away to give them a hug and shut the door, and then she was back on my side and in contact wherever we went.
She led me to the kitchen and moved in front of me, and I guiltily glanced down at her massive breasts as she stepped around and hugged me tightly.

Up Against The Wall [MF]

“So long, first apartment. I’ll miss you,” said Tyler Avery in a distant, but resigned tone.

“Technically, it’s a dorm room, Ty,” said Lindsey Bailey, his bemused girlfriend of the past two years.

“Call it whatever you want. It’ll always have a special place in my heart.”

“Despite the moldy showers and lousy heating?”

“Especially because of the moldy showers and lousy heating.”

It might have been a strange sentiment to have, holding an undersized and unremarkable apartment in such high regard. Tyler certainly didn’t blame his girlfriend for being eager to move out the day after they graduated college. However, he couldn’t help but have some personal attachment to his first ever home away from home.

“This is where I finally grew into who I wanted to be,” Tyler said to himself. “I got to reinvent myself within these walls. I became someone I could never have been anywhere else.”

My first blowjob

A hot past confession.

When I was a very young girl I had a gay friend. I met him in high school. I was young and totally virgin. But with a huge desire to suck dick. After thinking about it for a few months I asked him to let me suck his cock.

At first he flatly refused. I begged him for days. After a few days he barely accepted. We agreed on the day. We went to my house (I only lived with my mother and always worked in the afternoons).

He was very nervous. We went to my room. We laughed nervously and he turned on the TV and tried to distract me (we had limited time since my mother always arrived at 5pm and we left school at 2pm) I tried to hug him, kiss him and touch his cock. He retired nervously laughing. I got on my knees “kidding” in front of him, he was sitting. I opened my mouth and told him to put his cock in my mouth.

[True Story] Fucking two redditors in one day (Part two!) [Oral] [Mf] [fsub]

Me: 24, brown hair, baby blue eyes, lip and nipple piercings, curvy/plus sized.

Ty: 30s, fit and broad shouldered, brown hair and blue eyes, CEO suit type.

So I had a bit of time to kill between Keegan and Ty. Ty lived in a high rise condo which had a coffee shop at the bottom floor. We planned to meet there either way, so I arrived a bit early and ordered breakfast. There ended up being plastic in my food (yuck) so I got it for free, opa!

He was running a bit late, so I stepped outside to wait for him. It was freezing balls outside and I was underdressed, so as soon as I saw him, I said “let’s go straight to your place”. He and I had been talking for a few weeks at this point, and I was super excited for my playdate with him.

We get upstairs and into his apartment. He gave me a quick tour, and I kicked off my shoes and dropped my bag. He grabbed a handful of my hair and dragged me in for a kiss, aggressive and powerful and dominant and just how I like it. He growled into my ear, “You’re going to be a good girl now and suck Daddy’s cock”.

[True Story] Fucking two redditors in one day (Part one!) [Oral] [Mf]

After my first trip down /r/randomactsofblowjob, I was super happy and felt more confident. Lane was such a sweetie and I had such a nice experience with him that I decided to try for another one. I threw up an ad for a bigger city and was promptly drowned in messages. (I’ve learned since that I usually get anywhere from 20-50+ responses per ad, depending on the size of the city.)

There were so many nice guys to choose from! I honestly couldn’t decide. It came down between two guys and they were both honestly perfect. My inner ho said, “why not both?!” So I scheduled Michael for the morning and Ty for the afternoon.

Michael, a random guy in his 20s, ended up cancelling the day before. Boo! Ty was still on though. I had already felt pretty committed to being a slutty girl that day, so I threw up another ad looking for a last minute fill in for Michael. I went to bed with minimal responses, and figured it just wasn’t meant to be.

Please Dadddddddyyyyyy. Pleaseeeeee will you? [M] [f] [inc] [oral] [voy]

It had been a long trip and I am so glad to be home. The jet stream was good to us today and made our trip an hour and a half shorter then it should have been so instead of getting in at 2 pm we got here at half past noon. The drive home was quick, no traffic at all, what a pleasant surprise. I think of calling the house but pass on it thinking that there would be no-one there anyway. The cab pulls in to our street and I stop him and tell him that I will get out here , it’s too nice of a day no to walk the last few hundred yards. The cabby gives me a funny look as he gives me my change and pops his trunk. I get out of the cab and the warm spring breeze caresses my face. I get my bag and start the walk down the street taking in all flowering trees and shrubs. Their aroma is intoxicating and my mind wonders of to Kelly, my 17 year old daughter. Just before I left on my trip I walked in on her in the bath. It was a honest mistake, she had left the door to the bathroom unlocked and I did not realize that she was in there. She was laying in the tub with her legs up on the edge and her eyes closed with one hand on her rather large soft breasts while the other one was in-between her spread legs.

The History of Sex [F/M-robot] [sci-fi?] [Public] [dubcon]

Melanie barely pauses in front of the bio metric scanner as she enters the museum for the day. As a joke, they still kept an old factory time clock by the front door, complete with punch cards for each member of the staff. But like most everything else in the museum, it was only a testament to a more primitive age.

The scanner gives a pleasant hum, acknowledging that DNA molecules in her breath have been verified and the system acknowledges that she should, in fact, be at the museum today.

“Good Morning, Melanie”, a voice chimes.

“Morning, Otto!”

Ok, so technically the pleasing tenor belonged to Automatic Museum Operations Unit 2303, younger brother to similar units currently running the Met, the Smithsonian and Louvre (and all other museums in the world, if we’re getting right down to it). But Melanie had decided early in her tenure at the museum that AMOU (the designation used by most of the staff) felt too impersonal. If the AI system could adopt a nice male voice when it spoke to her, she could take the effort to give him a name. A short brainstorm later and Automatic had morphed to Otto. She’d yet to hear anyone else use the name, but she felt it had helped her grow closer to the AI.