Talk to Strangers: Omegle Story 2 of 3 [MF]

I tried a few more times, but I didn’t have the patience or the luck to make it work. It was only because of Reddit that I went back on. Someone had sent me a message after I posted a story, and we began talking. For a couple of weeks, we flirted but were careful about our privacy. I think we both liked getting an orange envelope in the morning and having someone and something outside of our regular lives. One night we were going back and forth, and she sent me a picture for the first time. It was artful, cropped so that I couldn’t tell her identity, and absolutely amazing. She wanted me to write her something based on the picture. I started to when she sent me another message, “Do you like?” Again, I didn’t finish my reply before she wrote, “I mean, is it the sort of thing you’re going to look at when you touch yourself?”

“I’m touching myself now.”

“I want to see.” At that point, I started to worry that I was being catfished.

“Can I see you too?”

“Put ‘clairesaysfuckme’ as your interest in Omegle.”

PIG TRANSFORMATION

I have a rather unique fetish. I have a very strong fetish/fantasy for men transforming. specifically men transforming into pigs. I’ve always really been into transformations. Like how it is shown the movies, when a man is turning into a werewolf for example. But i really love pig transformation, specifically happening on men. It turns me on like nothing else. Imaging his ears growing out. His nostrils stretching, nose widening/flattening. Pushing out into a snout. shirt ripping. a curly tail sprouting out of his pants in the back. His groans and cries turning into squeals. Falling to all fours and continuing to change until he is a full pig. A classic pink farm pig.

The karate girl

I often go to the gym when where I see different girls working out. I’m a decent looking guy maybe a 7 or an 8 out of ten. I’m a little bit muscular since I go like 2 or 3 times a week to the gym.

One day I went to the gym and I saw a kind karate girl who can do high kicks like a ufc fighter. And she is a nice looking girl with a perfect body. She was currently working the heavy bag with high kicks bam… bam… bam… kick after kick. I went to her asking if I could use the heavy bag after her with a nice smile on her face asked me well… if you can work the heavy bag why don’t you train with me? Me looking at her body up and down she had a sports bra and a very tight sports workout skirt. And she was sweating on her whole body in.

Family camping trip

Introduction:

Hands pushing on my back woke me up. I opened my eyes and looked out the small net window over my head, it was not full daylight, but quickly dawning. The hands on my back pushed again, with more urgency, I rolled over to face my sister. “What the hell are you doing in my bed?” was the first thing she said.
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We settled into the sleeping bags, both of us on our stomachs, I had a book I was going to read but she just laid her head on the pillow watching me. I rolled to my back and held the book so the pages would catch the weak light from the battery lamp. My sister Helen flipped to her side away from me as if to sleep. We were on a family camping trip; mom, dad, me and my sister and our golden lab Screwball, AKA ‘Screw’. At that moment Screw was lying on my feet at the bottom of my bag. I tried to kick him off to move to Helen’s bed but he wouldn’t budge, my feet were pinned to the ground by the 70-pound dog. I was 18 at the time and my sister was quickly approaching 16 but since we only had two tents, I was forced to take Helen into one with me, our parents required their privacy. This had been the sleeping arrangements for years and they gave no thought to the fact I was pretty much an adult. I was going to have to spend four nights with my baby sister in the same space, I would have to be damn careful if I jacked off.

Wife’s first Hotwife experience [MFM]

I finally told my wife how badly I wanted to see her get fucked by another man. She surprising wasn’t totally against the idea which was a good start.

One day she took me by surprise with downloading a Tinder account to make the experience happen. She uploaded a few discreet but sexy pictures along with a description of how she wanted someone to give her a good time while giving me a show.

After a couple of hours, she had over 1000+ likes from men to swipe through. I left her for a couple of days to whittle it down to a few that she liked. After a week or so of chatting, she picked her favourite man and set a time and date for her first hotwifing experience to happen. Let’s call him John.

The game was on, I took her shopping for some naughty lingerie. She picked out an all in one black lace suit, damn did it look hot. ?

The day finally came when we were going to meet John. I booked us into a hotel in the city centre and off we went for a few drinks before he arrived just so we could loosen up a bit. It was such a thrill waiting on him to arrive knowing what he would be doing to my wife later on.

Accepting in a whore [fm]

Tonight my boyfriend found my reddit account and saw that I was posting my secrets online.

This is the story of my punishment:

Me – Keira, 19
My boyfriend- Jack, 20

Jack found my account because I forgot to log out before he came over tonight. Bye told me that it was a really naughty thing to do and that I needed a special punishment.

He went downstairs to get some drinks and also some tools, I was told that if I got off the bed, I would be doubly punished.

When jack came back upstairs, he held my chin up and guided me to lie on my front. He then reached down my booty shorts and pulled my bikini briefs up, lifting my hips up and making me squeal out in pain. He kept pulling till they ripped off me and I sank back onto the bed.
“Look at me” he said, holding my ripped knickers in his hand. I looked up. Jack then used the knickers to gag me, tying them around my mouth.

This was not expected, another first for me. [MFM] [Non-fiction]

It was Thursday when I was at work that I got the text from Carlos, he was coming in town from California and wanted to meet up. I was at my desk when I noticed the name on the screen “ Sophia” pop up and my stomach fluttered, I have him under that name just in case my hubby see’s it. He knows my friend Sophia and does not care for her as she is always complaining about everything so he immediately discounts any time she calls or texts. She is the perfect cover :) 

I of course was excited and feeling guilty already when he told me he was coming in Sunday because I knew I couldn’t say no, He has become my weakness and I cannot explain it but I was tingling with excitement and already trying to figure out how I was going to make this happen as I powered through work rest of the day trying to stay focused . Well it could not have worked better as Friday night my hubby came home and told me some of his friends were getting together Sunday night to have a gaming night(they set up tournaments with each other) and asked if it was okay if they all came over to our place. I told him yes and that I would go shopping and hang out wth my friends to give them the house. 

The Meat Cellar [role play] [food play] [BDSM]

First, you’re going to get down on your knees. Then you are going to taste me. Take your clothes off. Lay down. Shut up. Pleasing me is your only purpose. You are a slave for me. You will be filled and then you will hold the load until I release you. You will beg for me. Beg for the release. You are craving my fluids and now you must plead to be fed by these liquids. Anguish, you little worm. You have not received permission to speak, meat slave.

SILENCE!

I will be doing things to you. We will prepare your body. There will be no “safe word”. You may plead for freedom. You will not receive this freedom. I will do things to you that will leave permanent marks. Consider these a message at which you can look to for years and remember your lack of worth.

You are worthless. Less that roach underneath a boot in the mud. Now, on your knees!

Crawl! Crawl to your cage

Father will get you when it is your time for draining.

I just really like his cock [m/f]

It’s not like I love him or anything, I thought, biting my lip and pulling down my panties. I just really like his cock.

He was lying on the bed watching me undress. I dropped my panties – a beautiful lilac and lace pair that I put on especially for him – to my ankles before I straightened up to remove my shirt. His eyes went right to my freshly shaven pussy, and he groaned while unbuttoning his jeans.

“Stop,” I said, pointing to his crotch. “That’s my job.” I decided to leave the shirt on. Considering what I had in mind, a little concealment and teasing only seemed proper.

Besides, he could definitely see my brown nipples through the soft white fabric, and I was already so wet from just the thought of riding his dick again. I stepped out of my panties and approached him, loving the feel of the air against my bare thighs and the look on his face.

“God, you are such a good fuck,” he said watching as I climbed on top of him.

I fucked another 40-something. [fM] [bi/str8]

“I could have sex tonight.”

I sent this message a couple days ago. It was true.
I just moved back to campus. My FWB is pretty far away now. I’ve been thinking about him a lot, admittedly. I saw this picture of him rock climbing and his muscles on his arms. *Fuck.* I remembered what it felt like to grip onto his biceps while I was completely blissed out, head thrown back, and my eyes rolled so far back into my head.

I recently matched with this man in my college town. 1mi away. Pretty attractive. Older, of course, because that’s what I go for. I talked with him for a couple days and eventually moved to Snapchat. I saw he had 58 for his snapscore. Clearly got the app for hookups, haha.
It had been three weeks since my last “bender,” if that’s what you want to call it. I’ve honestly become kind of a slut this summer. I had sex with two different men in the same week. I had one over for the night and had plans to hike with my FWB (and fuck, obviously) the next day. Two days after that I saw the first man again.