“Silence!”
The Queen clamored throughout the beehive. After the load scream there was a deafening silence, the load constant buzzing stopped instantly. Thousands of bees all faced towards their Queen, dying to know what she was going to say, plus hundreds of thousands more bees watching silently from their homes.
The male bee only knew two things in life, work and listening to the Queen. After all, she gave life to all and without her everything they know would be nonexistent.
“It is now time for the monthly fertilization ceremony! You know what that means, one of you shall be picked to die for your Queen!”
Surprisingly the bees all cheered. That’s because this isn’t any death, bees die when having sex so the chosen bee will die fucking the Queen! There is no greater death imaginable in bee culture. On top of that the Queen is fit as fuck (and the only female in their society).
Category: sexystories
A Walk in the Hemlock Stand – [M/F] [Older Male/Younger Female] [Outdoors] [Oral Sex] [Cunnilingus] [Cheating]
After 30 minutes of walking, I grab her hand and lead her off the trail’s path; she follows, her hand never leaving mine. We climb our way up and around to a spot above the trail that I feel will suit my intentions, finding a flat opening with a large hemlock tree and numerous rocks.
I pull her close, nuzzling my face into her neck, smelling her, listening to her breath, waiting for her to speak. I sense her mouth opening and push her against the 200-year-old hemlock’s massive trunk. As her body rests against the tree, I cup my palm over the crotch of her jeans. Her pussy is pulsating heat. I grind my hand into her crotch, I can feel her buttocks clench, and she closes her eyes and bites her lips. I nuzzle my face to her neck again and whisper, “your cunt has been cooking this whole time, huh?”
Her eyebrows furrow, and she giggles, “well, that’s one way of putting it, I suppose.”
Submitting Abroad: Part 2b [FF]
The villa was hidden away in the hills outside Rome, nestled within a sprawling vineyard that kept the rest of the world at bay. In truth, villa may have been an understatement. Two large structures made up the primary residences, surrounded by other smaller buildings that served to maintain the surrounding estate.
I was still at work on Claire’s pussy when she began the explanation, now driving up a dirt road that led to the central buildings.
“There are two buildings at the villa you will be acquainted with, three if your training progresses well.” She was looking out the window, admiring the scenic drive. She began to stroke my hair, a small sign of affection, as if petting a dog, fingers running across my scalp encouraging me to continue servicing her.
“The first is the big house, the primary residence of Mr Gallo when he is in town. He often hosts parties and invites associates here, some of whom may require your services.”
I was getting further turned on than I already was at the thought of it. I was truly owned now, an item to be loaned out to guests, having sealed that deal on the cum-laden tongue of my now mistress.
Submitting Abroad: 2a [FF]
I’m back!
Unfortunately the character limit meant I had to split part 2 across separate posts: 2a and 2b.
I’m also preparing to start writing some shorter one-off stories while I’m continuing to edit this story down in to parts. PM me if you have requests or suggestions!
Enjoy!
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Gallo left the makeshift privacy room shortly after the flight attendant did, departing without a word. I guess he was done with me for now. Sitting up, I stretched and took a peek out the window, watching as the swiftly approaching Italian countryside rose to meet us. I spent a half hour admiring the golden hills and valleys, vineyards dotting the landscape, surrounded by communities that grew denser as we approached the capitol.
The attendant popped in past the curtain, causing me to turn.
“We will be landing in 20 minutes. Please remain here until I come get you.”
I nodded. She had changed out of her uniform, donning a tiny black dress that barely covered everything, though her rose-gold choker remained. I was transfixed, tracing her body with my eyes, letting my imagination fill in the details. Did she even work for this airline? Before I could ask, she had departed again, curtain falling back into place. At least I knew I would see her once more before the flight was over.
Rainy Day for Us (M/F)
The rain pitter pattered on my roof, and the clouds hung low. It was chilly, so I made a fire and wrapped myself in a blanket, the perfect day for a nap. I lay there, listening to the crackles, flickers and pops of the fire. My eyes felt heavy, the warmth of the blanket, the fire making me sleepy. I heard a small tap on my bedroom door, but thought it was the rain and closed my eyes again and curled up tight under the blanket. Again, the soft tap tap tap at my door. I considered the rain for a moment, as thunder rumbled through the house. I opened my eyes just a bit, and there you are. Smiling, leaning against the door frame, your hair slightly a mess, your dress smattered with rain, you were shivering a bit.
“Care for some company? I’m dying for a nap, too” Smiling at me.
“Absolutely!’
My heart skipped for a moment as I stared at you, so beautiful that it made me ache. You smiled as you walked over to my bed.
‘Ill need to get out of these wet clothes’ as you slipped your dress off, letting it to the floor.
“We Need to do This Again” [mff] [mast] [oral] [rimjob] [squirt] [facefuck] [creampie]
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When Hannah was a teenager, she snuck into the basement to watch HBO’s Real Sex. There was an episode about a woman who was into being tied up and used. To be able to trust someone that much. To relinquish all power and all control … it made her squeal with delight.
One day, Hannah would find a partner who would tie her down and use her.
In college, she got a pair of novelty handcuffs for a Halloween costume. If only there was someone who could cuff her to the headboard and eat her pussy over and over. But she was too shy. Too nerdy. So the handcuffs collected dust.
Your friend’s college-aged son [m4F] [mF] [younger guy] [college boy] [sweet and tender] [hookup] [cowgirl] [fooling around when left alone] [str8]
*I’m back from college for the summer and my mom invited, you, her younger coworker, over for a family movie night. When we get left together, a little friendly teasing leads to sexual tension between us. We hook-up on the couch while we have the house to ourselves.*
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It’s a hot summer night. Movie night at our house. My house. Well, my mom’s house. I’m her oldest son back from college for the summer. You’re an old work friend of my mom’s. Well, you’re not old. You’re actually closer to my age than her age. You’re an old work friend in the sense that you two used to work together and now you don’t. You took a new job and moved to a new part of town after a bad breakup.
Sorry, my mom was telling me about it. She’s been worried about you, knows it’s been a rough time. That’s why she invited you over tonight. She doesn’t want you to be alone and sulking. I think you’re doing fine and she’s projecting after being married so many years. My mom has been out of the dating game for a long while and doesn’t really plan on returning any time soon.
I am your good boy tonight. Please, let me worship you, Mistress. [M4F] [MF] [FDom] [Msub] [Mistress] [good boy] [BDSM] [collar] [leashed] [cunnilingus] [ride his face] [ass play] [narrative] [str8]
*I am your good boy tonight. Please, let me worship your pussy with my tongue as a good boy should. I promise to do everything you tell me to, mistress.*
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I’m ready to be a good boy for you.
Tonight, will you let me worship you? Let me make you feel as good as you make me? I promise to do anything you want. I belong to you, so please, tell me what you want me to do.
I’m a good, good boy, sitting here on my knees, waiting for your instructions. I’m not wearing much of anything, so you can see my body is tense as I sit at attention for you. No slouching, no laxing on my duties. Would you have me wear a collar too? I could if you’d like. Make it clear whom I belong to. Attach a leash so you can pull me around and lead me where you want. Sometimes I need a little direction, so I don’t mind.
Valentine’s Weekend Adventure [MFF] (Part 1) [adult virgin]
Thursday Morning departure from the Bay Area to Death Valley with Nicole and Nancy, Marina would be driving down separately on Friday. Nancy, a good friend of Nicole’s had been spending time with us in a social, non sexual capacity; Nancy is a life long lesbian, having no sexual experience with men ever.
Along the drive, Nancy sat up front and Nicole in the back, we shared sexual histories; Nancy’s hearing about my bisexuality opened her up to me more. I shared my gay experiences, as well as, that I had been other lesbian’s first guy on a few occasions.
I could feel the sexual tension growing in the Rover, and sensed the fragrance of arousal.
I saw the sign for a Vista Point, and smoothly, without warning, exited the highway, drove to the top of the hill to the parking lot with a view of the Central Valley, there was one other car, at the far end, and I parked away from them.
Story of the Tamil Slavegirl [str8]
Story of the Tamil Slavegirl
Being born in a quaint little town in Tamil Nadu, India, I had a delightful childhood. As in any strict conservative/orthodox Tamil family, I was sheltered and protected. I was sent to all girls school and college. I was not allowed to visit any friends. Although my brothers would go out with their friends, they wouldn’t bring them home. I was raised without any social interaction with any male outside of my family. My sexuality was repressed. Ideally I should’ve been an innocent child in such circumstances. But I was born to be a slave slut. It was in my essence from birth. In kindergarten, I was fascinated by the female form. At age 5, I started secretly admiring sexy movie stars. I always had sexual fantasies going on in my mind. At age 8, I started playing with myself. As a teenager, I was in a constant state of sexual arousal. I had a desire deep down inside me and a yearning to please. I was clueless about who I need to please and where. It was a calling to my soul that pulled on me with such incredible force. I knew I was born to serve. I went to sleep every night with the ache that I couldn’t fulfill my purpose. The mysterious tugging on my soul grew stronger and stronger each day.
At age 21, my family arranged my marriage. I got married as a virgin. With all the fantasies and desires, I thought my sex life with my husband will be fireworks. I was in for the shock of my life. I did not have any pleasure in my sex life. I felt aroused like a stormy raging deep sea but never satiated. I was sexually screaming inside but a passionless housewife outside. My soul kept searching and searching. I knew I had to serve my Master. I knew my purpose was to be the cum slut to my Master and it made me restless. My soul churned painfully unable to live my purpose. The invisible force inside me made my family move around the globe. The intelligence of my inner being brought me close to my Master who was on the other side of the world. The circumstances in my life melted like a snow mountain and showed me the way. I lived my life as a boring unfulfilled housewife and moved along with the tide. I followed my intuition and eventually reached Los Angeles and settled. Little did I know that it was my destination that my soul has so intelligently guided me to. I found my Master with the help of the magic genie called the internet. The moment I met him online, I knew I have reached my destination. The lifelong journey became meaningful. My loving Master took me as I am and started working on me with great love and care. The fire inside me kindled spectacularly like never before. I felt the indestructible bond with my omnipotent Master. He started molding me to be his slave, to serve him properly. I finally found peace and understood my purpose.
With great pleasure, I prepare myself everyday to become the slave my magnificent Master deserves. I live each day with only one thought – how can I please my Master. My days and nights are filled with the sweet anticipation of pleasing and pleasuring him unconditionally. I am and will always be a happy, obedient slave fulfilling the desires of my beloved Master.