About 4 years ago, when I was 25, I was in a local production of Spring Awakening. For the uninitiated, It’s a rock musical about teenagers growing up in very sexually repressive 19th century Germany. It’s essentially Parents Just Don’t Understand: The Musical lol. Anyway I was playing Wendla the female lead (played by Lea Michelle in the original Broadway cast). The end of the first act is her losing her virginity to her friend. Most productions have Wendla be topless and the actor playing Melchior (Jonathan Groff in the original Broadway cast) show his ass (though the nudity is optional) and because I love being naked and I’m an exhibitionist I of course I happily volunteered to show my tits onstage and my costar agreed to show his ass (I also didn’t wear underwear under my skirt and we were both barefoot). My Melchior was super cute. We’d been flirting all through the rehearsal process and the night before we opened, we fooled around for the first time in my car after rehearsal. We made out while I took his shirt off and kissed his chest. I told him I wasn’t wearing a bra or panties so he pulled my sundress down past my boobs and up over my pussy. Feeling his mouth on my nipples for the first time was heaven because I wanted him to do it for so long and I know he wanted to since the first rehearsal I went topless for. He fingered me off while sucking my nipples and then I sucked him off until he came in my mouth. Opening night, the sex scene came around, I was soaking wet from kissing him and from having my tits out in front of an audience and feeling his toes on my bare feet. When he pulled his pants down and penetrated me right before blackout it was…very real, he thrust his cock inside me for the first time, and I almost came right there onstage. I was not expecting that, he just lost control and stuck his cock in for real. Long story short we somehow behaved ourselves during intermission and finished the show, went to the cast party, found an empty bedroom, stripped each other naked in half a second, we licked and sucked the hell out of each other’s nipples, he sucked my toes at my request, he gave me some of the best oral I’ve ever had until I came twice, and then we fucked hard and fast in missionary and then I rode him until he came inside me. And for the rest of the run he’d stick it inside me for real every night and no one in the audience ever knew. We ended up dating for about a year and we’re still fuck buddies
Category: sexystories
[F4M] [Daddy] [DD/LG] [ddlg] [Begging] [Roommates] [Moaning] [Internet Date] [Experimental] [Poetry] [Wet Panties] [Mister] [Master] [Dom M] [Tease] [Moaning] [Shaking] [Fiction] My Mister made me wait for him…oh my gooooddd…I couldn’t take it…I just had to make myself cum all night.
hii :) i had a Mister once that made me beg and it inspired to me to write a fantasy based off it. hoping to release part 2 (which has all the dirty details of when we finally fuck) very soon.
enjoy and DM me if you like :))
xoxo
Duke
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**Mister Makes Me Wait…**
*“Ugh…we’ve been living together for a year and all I’ve been half naked around the house and Mister still won’t fuck me.”*
We met out at a bookstore early one afternoon.
He had just moved to the city
and I had just gotten rid of a series of awful friends,
and was looking for someone new to hang out with.
We spent the day together—
starting with coffee,
which turned into an early evening snack,
which turned into dinner,
which turned into a night cap,
which turned into a goodbye hug.
…nothing…but…a…hug…
His name was Mister. Mister asked me to move in with him shortly after meeting him. We were just friends. We both liked music and art and good food. We loved being around one another and he loved denying me his touch, no matter how much I begged.
BJ in school
Yup, i got a Bj in school. well, summer school. me and a couple of other people failed a class, so we had to go back to school over the summer. there was this one girl i was friends with, (lets call her stacy). there was a break time at some point during the day, where we could walk around and to whatever the fu*k we wanted.
stacy was the type of girl to post tik toks like “Normalize having sex with your best friend for fun” and stuff like that. so we were walking down the hallway, when all of the sudden she turns and shoves me into a bathroom, comes in with me, and shuts the door.
“what the hell?” I ask her, and she says “shut up”, while kissing me and unbuttoning my pants. Obviously i know where this was going, so i went along with it. Were making out, when she says “here lets go in the stall.” we go in there, she shuts the door, and locks it. i sit down on the toilet, and she gets on her knees.
The Long Wait for Master [MF][BDSM]
I looked at my phone and sighed. I typed.
“But Master, don’t be too late.”
I kept my phone on the bed and waited. And I waited and waited. There was no reply.
I wanted to call and see. But I had taken a vow not to remove my gag. I could not possibly do so now, could I?
I grabbed the phone and dialled. He answered. “Yes!”
Just that! He was in the mood. He wanted me desperately.
But when will he come home?
He cut the phone. He knew I was gagged. He sent a text.
“Wait for me slut! I will come when I come!”
I knew he had meetings the whole day. He will be tired. That is why I wanted him to play with me tonight. I did not want him going out and wasting himself over a drink. Not tonight. He was too tired for that. Tonight, he will release all his frustration and pent-up anger on me.
I had prepared well. Had a long bath after shaving my pussy. Not that I had hair down there. But I wanted to be extra sure. I dried my hair. Minimum make-up. Only eyes and a bit of rose powder for my face.
Out to dinner [MF]
It was a warm spring evening, one where the girls all pull out their flowy dresses, and leave their hair down, curls billowing behind them in the slight breeze. I had begged to go out that night, wanting to do just as everyone else, looking beautiful and young, already having a dress in mind. An opaque one, with blue and green flowers printed across it, longer in the back, as was the style back in the mid 2000’s.
I had curled my hair, slipped on matching bra and panties, though I knew they would be disregarded in a pile by the end of the night. The dress was just settling over my petite frame, making me look like a ships sails, thin yet covered in mammoths amounts of cloth. When you walked in you chuckled, knowing a gust of wind would expose more than a strangers eye needs to see.
You wrapped your arms around me, pulling me up against you, kissing my exposed neck softly, while whispering about how you wanted to keep me home. I pulled away, slapping you lightly on the chest, knowing I didn’t get all dressed up to not be shown off.
A daring hotel rendezvous [M4F] would you try it ?
As you can tell by my username, I travel for my work. I usually am holed up for up to 3 nights a week in hotels, so I have had plenty of time to imagine or fantasize about certain scenarios. This is my favorite. I apologize if I tend to jump around or anything, but it does turn me on to know if any women would be up to or willing to do this for real. So, comments or questions are welcomed. Hope you enjoy.
This starts out that I meet someone online, whether it be off of Craigslist, or in a chat room, you get the picture. Let’s say this time we meet in a chat room, we hit it off, we find out that we live close enough to meet, so we decide to. I tell you the hotel I am staying at. I tell you my room number. All I tell you is that I have left you a surprise on the door handle once your there. We decide to meet at 7pm sharp. I am waiting on the inside part of the room, peering thru the peephole waiting for you to arrive. I see you arrive, you see what I have left you on the door handle. I whisper to you to put it on from inside. I watch as you put on the blindfold I left for you. Once you have it on, I open the door and lead you into the room.
[29F] I’m going to ask you to imagine something
Imagine this.
Imagine that you’re part of a friend group, a very close friend group, of two guys and three girls. Now imagine you’ve been close friends for maybe 15 years, since early high school, and imagine that this is just an incredibly normal, though somewhat nerdy and academically successful, group of friends.
Imagine that you’re the shyest, nerdiest guy in the group, and naturally, you’ve grown up maybe fantasizing about any – or all – of the three girls in the group on and off over a long period of friendship. That would be natural, right?
Now imagine there’s a fourth girl, who isn’t a part of the main group, but is very close friends with a few of you from the group, and very familiar with it. She occasionally joins you and hangs out as well. She and one of the main three girls in your group also have a best friend, a fifth girl, who also hangs out with you occasionally, but less commonly (she’s mainly friends with the two women separately). You know both of them very well.
Lost in a Pandemic 3 [FF]
Lost in a Pandemic 3
I can’t believe the number of people I see every day, dying. They say, “No, I don’t believe in corona virus.” “This isn’t happening to me, this is not real!” I’ve never seen it like this. What are people thinking? I go home at the end of my shift and cry myself to sleep- after a couple or four whiskey and beer chasers. That’s the only way I can sleep. Booze, tears and oblivion.
I’m seeing people anywhere between thirty and ninety years old, they come to me when the medical staff are sure that their patient is beyond their help. I’m in a super clean area, setup to take the dying. I can’t do anything to help them, not even sure if I am making them comfortable. I’m in mask, face shield, gloves, disposable gowns, rubber shoes. I decontaminate to enter the ward, I decontaminate to exit the ward. Some clothing is put into bags, taken out and burnt. Some clothing is sterilized and yet, there is still no guarantee that I won’t be infected.
Picking her up at a bar [Bi][FFM]
The fact it turns you on so much was the deciding factor as I slipped back out the door that day. I had on the dress you liked, tight, short, and with black lace just barely coving my breasts, knowing when I got back with some soft girl, your mouth would be watering and your dick would be throbbing. I went to the bar, scanning each one, looking for the perfect girl. Slight build, with a thin waist, one I could easily slid my hand down her neck, playing with her hair as the music pounded around us. There she was, delicate, like a flower, but so delicious. I wanted to touch her, tease her, make her mine. But no. I knew I had to wait, to stake my claim then bring her home for a night of thrills. So I went in, got her a drink, gave her that once over look, having her dark eyes watch me, surprised that a girl was the one sending her drinks from across the bar. I made my way over to her, knowing the blush creep up her cheeks was from more than the heat in this place.
Roxanne, Daddy’s first submissive woman. – Dom, Dom, Dom [Str8] [Bi] [BDSM]
**The Spark that started the Journey.**
Standing in the dimly lit dungeon room, warm uplighters, adding a red glow to the mysterious darkness. Some sounds of carnal pleasure could be heard nearby as the intersection of alcohol and a sexually charged swingers club started to play out and then my attention was momentarily drawn to the dungeon door about 30 ft away to my left.
The room in question was the dungeon at the now defunct Swingers club just outside London, England. It was a seedy establishment in a secluded blue collar neighborhood next to the airport, but defying its outward appearance, the people were friendly and the rules strict.
“No Means No.”
“Ask permission first.”
“Tell us if there are any problems and we will have the guilty party thrown out no questions asked.”
The host made us feel at ease as we began our exploration of the club. Following a quick tour, my partner Samantha and I succumbed to our lustful intuition and we ended up in the dungeon. Which takes us back to the couple entering the room.