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Walked In On My Mum (F45 at the time) Fucking The Builder

So this happened about 3 years ago, at the time I was 18. I was working some pretty long shifts at this job I hated, usually leaving the house around 7am and getting back close to 7pm most days, and I was living with my mum at this time as I basically had no money and had just left full-time education. We were having some building work done at the time, just having a new kitchen installed that was taking about a week to do. Never really noticed anything weird happening at the time, but after all the work was completed I noticed that one of the guys who’d worked on our kitchen was calling over a lot, mostly parking at the bottom of our driveway or parking down the road trying not to get seen. It happened for a couple days before I didn’t see him, but in the house you could smell that he’d been indoors as he smoked a lot and you could just smell smoke in mostly the hallway and up the stairs. My Mum claimed I was ‘going mad’ and that I was just imaging the smell.
Anyways, a few more days go by, so this is about a couple weeks now after the kitchen is all done and complete. I actually had the day off from work, but I still got up early to go out with my friends and go on a day out. It got cut short, so I was home pretty early in the afternoon, and obviously my Mum wasn’t expecting me. As I drove down the road I saw that this guy’s van was parked at the end of the road, so I knew he was at my house. I parked away from my house and walked, just to see what was happening. As I opened the door I saw his shoes on the ground and could smell that he was here with the strong smell of cigarettes in the air. Only took me a few more moments to realise that my Mum was upstairs with this guy, getting her insides rearranged as she was moaning pretty loud, on top of the fact her bed was squeaking each time they moved. I stayed silent, didn’t even go upstairs as to not scare him off, and I just waited downstairs for a while.
About 10, maybe 20 minutes passed with the sound of my Mum moaning and begging this guy to do more to her, her bed squeaking and the guy grunting and occasionally saying something to my Mum
before I guess he’d finished and made his way down the stairs. I stopped in the kitchen whilst he walked out the door and he jogged back to his van. My mum didn’t come downstairs, so I just waited to hear his van start up before I made my way back to my car, and acted as if nothing had happened.
When I got back, my Mum was red in the face but she told me she’d just got back from a walk. I knew she was lying but I think she thought she’d tricked me. I don’t know if they hooked up again, more than likely they did, but I didn’t catch him again.

I couldn’t wait for our next rendezvous

We met in the usual way. No, not at a bar, or through friends. We met via Tinder. His profile picture was of Lucifer with red eyes that were exciting and just enough of a profile description to tell me he probably wasn’t just one of those 20 something guys looking for an excuse to slap a woman around.
I’d been dabbling. Chatting to a few men claiming to be doms. They could talk the talk, but they were generally old and the thought of letting them actually touch me took me back to memories of another old man trying to kiss me when I was way too young to know how to get out of such a situation.
His name was Caine – rather appropriate if you ask me. We matched and he was straight to business trying to discover if I was actually interested, what was it about submission that excited me so much, and what was I actually looking for. The conversation flowed ridiculously easy, we chatted for hours, bdsm topics weaving their way through everyday life. Kids, exs, jobs, likes, schedules, they were all touched upon and before I knew it we had moved from Tinder and he was sending me real photos, worried that my interest would disappear. His dark eyes and dark hair caught me first, the tattoos down his chest only made me want him more. He was younger than me, but not by much.
His last message for the night read “Send me your address. 7pm tomorrow night. Wear red panties and a t-shirt. Nothing else”
He arrived exactly at 7. Clearly expecting my nerves, he had two bottles of red wine in his arm, and a black satin bag in the other hand. He walked through the door, put the bottles on the side table and lifted my chin with one finger before running his tongue along my bottom lip and kissing me deeply. Instructing me to show him to the kitchen, he poured two glasses, passing me one while never taking his eyes off me. I had followed instructions well, my lacy red underwear showing itself from beneath my Rolling Stones t-shirt. He was pleased.
We had discussed limits the night before. I desperately wanted to know if this was something I truly craved. But I also have a career and a family, so no marks were allowed that couldn’t be covered by makeup or clothing.
Instructing me to lead him to my bedroom, he turned on the air conditioning as we walked past, blasting cold air into the room.
Sitting on the edge of the bed he demanded I lay over his lap with my ass in the air, his tone making it clear that if this first instruction was not followed, there would be nothing further and he would leave.
I lay slowly over his lap, goosebumps starting to come up over my skin either from nerves or the air conditioner I’m not sure. My nipples hard against the fabric of my shirt and my pussy soaking wet, I could feel it through my pants. His hand brushed up my ass, up the back of my shirt, along my spine and then from under my shirt pulled my hair back hard and whispered into my ear “You are mine. Mine to treat as I want tonight. You will do as you are told or I will punish you. You will call me Sir. Do you understand?” As his other hand came down hard on my ass. He hit me again after that, for not responding fast enough. “Yes Sir”, I said with clenched teeth, in pain, but wanting so much more. He let go of my hair and as he hit me again I felt his finger brush hard against my clit, his thumb push hard inside me as he swirled it around, pushing hard against this sides of my pussy. Pulling out suddenly he demanded that I get on all fours on the bed.
I can hear him going through the bag he brought, and then sound of metal being clipped together before a long bar is spread between my ankles, holding me apart and open for anything behind me. A soft black cloth is then wrapped around my eyes from behind, his teeth biting my ear hard as he ties it. After a minute I feel a rough piece of rope go around each of my wrists, then pulled hard so I’m face down into the pillows, with my ass in the air and legs spread. He then asks how much I like the underwear I’m wearing, before running some sort of blade along the edges and cutting it off.
He chuckles as I hear him opening a drawer, he has clearly found my vibrator and turns it on before sliding the long piece into my already soaking pussy. At the same time a hard slap comes across my ass. The paddle (that he showed me at a later date) had pointy metal bits on it that left welts as he smacked me. “Count!” he instructed. He reached 10 before the force of my vibrator inside me at full speed brought on the most powerful orgasm of my life. I moaned loudly into the pillow as he pulled the vibrator out of me and slid his hard cock in its place. Pulling my ass towards him, his thumb rubbed circles around my anus as he pounded me hard, slowly sliding one finger into my ass with each thrust of his cock. I came again, hard. This time receiving another slap to my ass. How dare I cum again without his permission.
The tension from one of the ropes around my wrists was released and I was flipped over. Still in the dark I feel his cock pressed against my mouth. My cum covering it until my lips opened and I took as much as I could down my throat as he pulled my hair tight and shoved himself into my mouth. As he came he pulled out and sprayed all through my long hair and over my face. As he pulls off the blindfold and pulls on his pants, I see that he has set up his phone on top of my drawers, and he has videoed the entire thing. He unties my ankles and the rope from my wrists, wipes the cum from my mouth and kisses me.
As he walks out the door (I’m still lying on the bed with cum in my hair at this stage), he says “I’ll see you soon Princess.”

Tied Up, Dominated, and Shared!

Oh to be young again! We’re in university and you (woman in your mid twenties) are dating me (man in my mid twenties). I am studying at my desk in my dorm room when you barge in with two attractive single friends (also women). You and one of your friends hold me down while another approaches with duct tape. My eyes widen as I try to process what is going on. We’ve discussed kinks before but God knows what is happening. Your friend has tied my hands together with duct tape and duct taped them to the back of the chair. Your other friend shoves a bandana in my mouth tying the ends in a knot behind my head. What on earth is going on? You watch, your hands on your hips as one of your friends approaches with a giant pair of scissors. My eyes get even wider as she approaches. I really wish it was YOU who did this next part. She cuts up my polo shirt and tears it off of me, doing the same with my undershirt. You all stare at my upper body. One of your friends unbuttons by jeans and pulls down my fly. Each of you takes a foot and you yank down my pants. You all undress in front of me before throwing a blindfold over my eyes. Next thing I know my underwear have been yanked off. Read more »

Mom Came In The Bathroom Part II

The next day started a normal day in my life. I got up, got dressed, grabbed some breakfast and left for work. I ran into no one at home. It is nearly always that way. Because I am the first one to leave. At work, nothing out of the ordinary at all. Luckily for me there was plenty of work to do, so the day went over pretty damn fast. And work was a great distraction. A great distraction from thinking about my mom all the time. After work I went straight back home. Some workmates asked me if I would join in for a few drinks, but I said no. I had different plans. And hoped that mom had the same ones as I had. Or at least similar ones. Read more »

[f] I have finally begun indulging in my attention kink

I’ve discovered a new kink through this subreddit. After making my last post and seeing the attention people were giving me through it… I couldn’t get enough. Knowing that random strangers all over the internet were reading my story, getting turned on, and wanting more drove my brain to a new level. I want to explore this more, opening myself to new possibilities to explore it. It gave me a new idea, and I had to act on it today.

I went to the grocery store to pick up a few things. However, instead of my typical wear, I decided to take my same mini-skirt and crop top. This time I knew what to expect. Just thinking about it was turning me on, and I could feel the heat between my legs grow wet the more I thought about it. *”Fuck it”*, I said to myself, and ditched the panties at home. They were only going to get soaked anyway. With that, I hopped in my car and was off to the store. Read more »

Confession [Str8]: My (m36) gf (f22) does not shave and makes me lick her clean

My gf is 22. She is slightly taller than me and has big boobs. She’s got a sweet body shape. The thing about her is that she does not shave at all. She thinks shaving one’s body is stupid, wasteful, and immoral. Her hair is brownish, darker in some areas and lighter in others. She’s got hair on her legs and arms; not as much as I do (I’m pretty hairy) but she’s not far behind. She’s got a lot of hair in her armpits and ass. She has got a big, tall, curly bush covering her pussy, and there is a thin streak of hair going directly from her pussy to her belly button. Before she allows me to fuck her, she always makes me lick her armpits, and after that she makes me tongue-fuck her super hairy arsehole. She then sucks my cock, and when I am super hard she makes me stick my cock inside her pussy or ass. I let her decide which hole it’s going to be. Either way, she makes me cum inside. After I’ve cum, she sits on my face so that I can lick her clean and so that she can cum on my face. She has huge, powerful orgasms. When we go out, she often wears shorts or short skirts/dresses. She likes showing off her hairy legs. She also likes wearing tops that reveal her amazing tits and her hairy armpits. My friends often make fun of me for going out with the “young hairy beast” (this is how they call her to my face, when she’s not around; often they just call her “hairy” for short). But I can see that at least some of my friends find her extremely sexy. It’s pretty obvious that they would really love to fuck her and worship her hairy bits. The fact that they lust after her makes me super horny. I have never had a gf like this before, and I’m certainly enjoying it.

[24f] I’m loving cuckold experience, makes me squirt alot

I’m a naughty slut that I accept, i enjoy cuckold and had several experiences although i don’t really like meeting up unless a serious client and specialised into selling contents which i send privately.

I felt something so enticing the first time my sugar dad told me he ordered a sex toy for me for the night a month ago, i was for sure expecting something wawy to fuck myself with but i got something else.

I got a BWC fuck me while he watched and jerked off seeing me moan to that BWC and saying so much slutty things while being wet and came thrice.

So far I’ve fucked seven guys in front of him, five BWC and two BBC, i got on this guys BWC and slowly humping on it in my panties, making him so hard till he cums off kissing and sucking my perky tits.

I thought it was fallacy when some girls said they got cuckold experiences but yup I’m one of them now, i love showing off on cam in my free times making that cock or pussy so wet till they cum for me when i have the chance to sext chat and fuck myself for a milf online or dilf sometimes. Read more »

How Marcus and Rebecca Had Their First Time (f/m) (awkward)

The expected knock on the door came around eight. Marcus had been waiting for it, but it still made him nervous. He felt a stirring in his lower chest as he went to answer it, moving through his familiar home. The world around him was just as it always had been. He’d lived in this house for all of his life and he knew it from top to bottom. At eighteen years old, he’d finally been trusted to look after the place on his own with his parents away on a trip.

At the time, it had seemed perfect. Everything fitting together so neatly that he’d felt like a genius. He’d talked to Rebecca and the two had agreed. Marcus remembered how heady that moment had been and how much it had filled him with excitement.

Now he was even more filled with excitement, but that confidence was gone. What if someone came to visit? What if his parents came back? What if Rebecca’s sister came to check on her? What if, what if… Read more »