You’ve noticed this humming in your ears. At first you thought it was the sounds of the wand, to go with your aftershocks.
But it wasn’t. You’ve been here, how long? You know hours. You’ve emptied your bladder twice at least. Your grool has subsided. Your inner thighs were soaked. Sticky. Moist. Your labia have returned to a more relaxed state. Stuck together. You physically feel pretty good after some rest.
The noise you hear is your own hearing. Straining to hear anything. Nothing. Your looking around the room, anything, anything.
Than the noise changes with your ears than your eyes see a foot. Than 2, than four. Both wearing black boots and pants.
You roll up into a submissive doggy style. Head hanging low. Your hair spilling down across your face. Tits hanging like fruit for the plucking. Ass held high.
The lid is opened. Nothing is said about your mess. Two things happen when the lid is lifted. A blindfold is put over your eyes, and ear muffs over your ears. Suddenly everything went from normal to black, sound to nothing but that humming sound.
Your helped up. Big meaty hands help you to stand, it hurts. Cramped posistion. When you regain your balance and get a little stretch your stopped. Your made to squat down where you stopped. Your right and left wrists are grabbed simultaneously and held against some hard surface. You feel something on top. What touched me?
Your mind begins to wonder what are they doing to me now?
You feel the hands come off. You move your arms. You can go now where. You try and move your feet, but they don’t move either. A hand grabs your cheeks and squeezes them togher. In response you open your mouth.
Your head is slightly tipped forward and you feel something, metallic, hard, touching the tops of your bottom teeth. A hand pushes your head forward and up causing the bottom clamp to grip your lower jaw. Securing it in its upmost open posistion. Another set grab your uppers and your mouth is locked into its full open position.
You feel vibrations through the balls of your feet that your holding yourself up with. Sometimes it so close you feel it on your skin.
You begin to feel at your pussy and asshole. Fingers, lube, and your beginning to get wet again. You can’t see, can’t hear, cuffed to something by both arms, naked, squatting being felt up by two men. The fingers in your vagina stop. Your lubed. That little rub on your pussy and clit made you warm again. The finger in your ass was removed. Your sphincter clinging around that large finger. The 5 full finger fucks he gave your ass make you want more.
You think its his finger again but its cold. Oh, and rises up ,oh, snug, you feel your asshole being pulled up. Your starting to rise with the upward pull. Your ass is being pulled up and away from your pussy, but your heads stuck. Oh sit pretty. Your arch is now uncomfortable. It takes ever bit of control to stay this way. Then something begins to wrap around your throat. Not tight, but you know something is there. You losen your posture to adjust your posistion and instantly the rope gets a little to tight.
You’ve been distracted by whats been happening. You didn’t feel anything there till it was switched on. The wand already fired is pushed into your clit. The vibrations are strong. So strong. You feel your lips spreading themselves on there own. Grool beginning to build. Thick. Butterfly wings flapping with the vibrations.
The cock punches your throat. Again and again. You can’t move anything but your tongue. You push it out of your mouth. You feel the metal holding your jaw open. You feel the cock pounding you. Its V shaped underbelly sometimes running the full lenght, sometimes not touching it before slamming into the back of your throat.
Your lost between cumming.
Sometimes hands on your head to hold you steady. The pounding these cocks are giving you. You relax for a second and feel the rope tighten around your neck. You learn to momentarily choke yourself to better except the cock down your throat. Instead of banging against the back it slid just enough for the head to touch her throat where it needed to. That place where the noises come from. The vibration spot. Feels so good. Cumming. But you can only do it for short periods before the need to breath wells up and the pain in your ass returns. Pulling more than comfortable, you feel when you arch your back to except the cock that it moves just ever slightly. And it too feels good. You learn a pace. Cumming.
Theres a pause. The vibrator keeps messaging your clitoris, oh, cumming, cumming again. It doesn’t stop. More cumming. You feel like you’ve squirted already, and feel another building.
You want to throw your head back and scream. Cumming.
You can’t. Just air comes out and cock goes in. You lost track of which cock is which. You can’t even taste it. Just drool and be fucked. Cumming.
The cocks stop coming in and out. Your still. Cumming. And then its off. All your can do is breath. Cumming. You don’t feel the withdrawal of the Hitachi so much felt its withdrawal. Cumming.
Category: sexystories
Destressing after a long day of work
[M4F] It was the Sunday before they were due to go for their romantic week away in the woods, Angel had just come in from work after doing an extra shift over the weekend and fell onto the sofa, feet aching and drained.
She had just finished taking her shoes off, putting her feet up on the coffee table and switching the TV on to find some mindless rubbish, when Simon came in, dropping a glass of wine into her hand and a tray with some cheese and crackers into the other.
“Long day?” He asked and was met by a groan.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” he responded with a chuckle.
After a while of flicking through channel after channel they concluded on the millionth rerun of an episode of Big Bang. Not far through the second episode a second glass was empty, and the crackers were nothing, but a few crumbs left on the plate.
“I’m going to get changed,” Angel announced, heading for the stairs.
Grabbing the comfiest pyjamas from her draw she could find, consisting of a pair of thin shorts and a woolly pull over top, quickly changing before sitting at the dressing table to run a brush through her hair and take off her make up.
Caught my boyfriend fucking my girlfriend and sentenced him to the 100 [MMF] [bdsm] [247] [chastity]
I’m not the jealous type and so if my boyfriend and my girlfriend want to fuck that’s no skin off my nose. But I am their master and out of deference to my authority I do ask that they ask permission first. If I’m feeling particularly churlish I might say no, but 99 times out of 100 I’ll say yes, perhaps extracting a “tax” from them if I’m in the mood.
So when I caught my boyfriend fucking my girlfriend it wasn’t an act of betrayal, but it was an act of defiance, and that’s much much worse.
I’d gone out for a run but hadn’t been feeling it and came back to the flat early. As soon as I entered the door I could hear that they were at it and I rushed to the bedroom to catch him balls deep inside her. They both leapt to their feet and started yammering excuses about how they’d got caught up in the moment and were going to tell me the second I got home but I held up my hand for silence, strode over to the toybox, and threw them each a ballgag to indicate that I wasn’t in the mood to talk this one out. They knew better than to defy me further and each meekly applied the gags. Then I marched him, still naked, over to the wall where the manacles hung down from the ceiling, chained his wrists up above his head, sentenced him to the 100, ignored his desperate attempts to splutter for me to show him mercy through his gag, and went and fucked her, right where he had been fucking her moments before (although probably not quite as gently) as he looked on, thinking about the enormity of my punishment.
Post-Op[MF]
He waited in the exam room, drumming his fingers on the arm of the chair. His patience was considerably thinner than normal. “No sexual activity of any kind for two weeks following the procedure.” It had been a long two weeks. A pretty blonde entered the room.
“Hello Mr Peterson. I’m Danielle, your nurse. I’ll be conducting your post-op exam and collecting a sample. How are you feeling?”
“Good. I was sore for the first week but everything feels great now.”
“Great. Take off your pants and underwear for me and hop up on the stool.”
He followed her instructions with a little hesitation. She pretended not to notice. She sat down on a rolling chair as she donned a pair of surgical gloves. She rolled over to him and palpated his testicles. Then she lifted his sack to check the incision at the base.
“Looks good.” she noted. “No more pain or swelling?”
“No.” He rasped hoarsely and then cleared his throat. “No pain or swelling since the first week.”
Paying the fare [FM] [episode 1]
***Foreword*** *While this isn’t my first novell written, it’s my first attempt at writing in another language. I normally write in Swedish and publish in a swedish sex community.*
*As a writer I try to put more focus on buidling the mood rather than to just write about the raunchy stuff. In the case of this story, I have a vision for how this could be the first part in a longer series, and as such, it sets a lot of the foundation for future stories. This is a work of fiction. I do hope it can be enjoyable even though it might start of a bit slow*
**Sara pushed herself** through the crowd looking around her. She had gotten separated from Andrew earlier and couldn’t find him at the party anymore. The music was loud and he probably couldn’t hear the phone when she tried to call him. And after all, he probably had a lot of things to do this evening.
Lunctime Stroll Pt.3 [fffm] [public] [Fdom] [mast] [anal]
Part one and two found in the comments below.
This story is about an encounter with two gorgeous individuals, Nadia and Alina whom met whilst on my daily work during my lunch hour. In part one, I described of our initial encounter helping carry one of them home and how it lead to me giving each a massage which got too hot for me to handle. Part two of the story followed what happened a few days later, whilst walking down a large alley they pulled me into an adjacent garden. They held me against a tree, pulling my shorts and boxers down, teasing me and seemingly getting their own back for me running out on them. At the end we were interrupted when three girls wondered down the alleyway into view. Fortunately the hedge in front hid the naked, lower half of my body.
The group of girls looked slightly younger than Nadia and Alina. The tallest one had long blonde hair, about 5ft 7 tall, larger than average breasts, she wore a white frilly low-cut cropped top and very short, white skirt. There was a red head about the same height, small breasts and wore a blue summer dress with buttons down the front. Last but not least a cute brunette with shoulder length hair, slightly shorter than the others, wearing a red t-shirt with a cut/torn v-neck down between her ample cleavage and the tightest/smallest hot pants which just covered her perky butt.
Taking One for the Team
Copyright 2018 by tcs1963
All rights reserved
I wrote this story while watching my favorite team, the Philadelphia Eagles lose a game. It came to me as a fantasy that I would love to live. Please enjoy…
TAKING ONE FOR THE TEAM
By tcs1963
(aka EroticWriter + EroticScribe)
“Why are the Eagles so bad this year, Daddy?” Brie said. “Aren’t they the champions?”
Tom grumbled, “I don’t understand it either, little girl.” and his face grimaced.
Brie knew her Daddy was upset by his demeanor, but those bad words he screamed at the television were a dead giveaway. She had been trying to learn about the game of football and the rules of the game to make her Daddy proud. She enjoyed it when he thought she was a good girl.
When she met Tom. He was enjoying a beer and watching the Philadelphia Eagles play at the local tavern. Shouting and screaming his loud voice all through the bar.
But that was nine months ago. That is the year they had won the Superbowl. He was happy and excited then. This year he had a whole new attitude during the games.
Three years a sex slave Pt 3. [FF] [MMF] [Inc] [Oral]
And the next few minutes are a complete blur.
I’ve not had a lot of sexual experience. One boy and now I’ve licked two pussies and been licked by a woman, mom. By any standards, I am a novice at this sex business. I can tell you all, though, I wanted a lot more. Am I a slut? Probably, but I decided right there, on the bed, naked with two women, that I was determined to be the best slut I could be. A dick, or a pussy, either one, at that moment, I didn’t care any more.
Mistress V- had a vibrator in my mother’s pussy, eating her ass hole, while my mother was making me cum with her tongue. I had cum, hard, mom followed me. I got my breath back, my vision cleared, I felt myself again. I’ve not had many orgasms but this one so far was the absolute best.
“I think you better tell her what she is getting in to, Diana.” Mistress V- was saying to mom. “She needs to understand and be prepared both physically and mentally.”
Seven Minutes with Sister [ff]
My sister and I had always been close. Only a year apart, we had been inseparable since grade school. Of course, there was a friendly rivalry between us, one which she often came out ahead on despite my year long head start. She was the brains of the family, and I was the butt.
At least, that’s how we joked about it, given how “well endowed” I was. A natural beauty by my junior year, strawberry blonde hair that I kept shoulder length, brown eyes and light freckles, with a bust and ass that left little to be desired.
My sister, Elana, for the most part inherited the same looks. She adopted a different style: hair longer, often braided, opting as well for wide-rimmed glasses where I chose contacts. She tended to dress more casually as well, a hoodie and a pair of jeans for every occasion. Beneath all that her own assets were slightly less gifted, though only just, I often noted.
The Heal Slut: Chapter Three – No Matter What Comes [MF] [Fantasy]
# Part Six: Fucking Goddess
**Marcia Tumbleheart**
Marcia woke up as the faintest rays of light filtered through the window across from the bed. She gazed out as the forest slowly came into wakefulness, a few scattered birds flying to and fro. Tirron laid peacefully, his face passive. She admired his face for a while, the curve of his horns, his hair messy around his head and fully out of his previous braid.
But duty called and she wriggled out of his arms, prodding naked into the bathroom for her morning ablutions. She cleaned up the dried seed that crusted to her skin, making a good bath on the schedule for today. She fixed her hair into a messy ponytail and went back into the bedroom. She found her dress and panties, dry now but still a little uncomfortable.
Marcia took one last look at his sleeping form. He was a handsome man, a devil that now gripped her heart. She didn’t know what being a parent was like, hers were loving but clinical. Since she left home as a young teenager, she had only exchanged letters with them.