Enter Paul [Bi] [mMF] [cuck] [Mdom] [Msub] [Fsub] [huml]

I’d wanted this for so long.

Finding a younger guy to be our bull had been a fantasy of mine for years. Being in our late twenties, we’re just old enough that it’s taboo to find an eighteen or nineteen year old guy with a nice dick. I’m into age differences because they excite me. There’s something wrong about having someone much younger or older than you fuck you hard.

There are challenges with it, though. Consent is always important, and with older men it’s less of an issue. Most older men have their shit together in a way Meredith and I don’t yet. In that way, our maturity is the limiting factor due to a lack of relative life experience compared to an older bull.

With a young college guy, those expectations are flipped. There are plenty of horny and energetic men that would love to fuck a married woman, and many of them wouldn’t mind doing it in front of her husband. But we need someone that has enough of a head on their shoulders that they can communicate and understand the state of things outside of the bedroom. That takes time and patience, and we’ve gone through dozens of guys trying to find the right one. The one who understands the balance Meredith and I are trying to strike while not being so level-headed that we lose the heat young men tend to have. We still need someone ten years younger than Meredith to force her face down ass up and use her pussy like he owns it.

[F][M] Not very kinky

There I sat, feeling sweaty and accomplished. He joined me at the picnic table with a big smile.

“Great work today!” he said. “You’re making real progress.”

“Thank you!”

We talked about my workouts, and how he hoped we could continue our sessions together weekly, and how he thought I’d be ready for that 10k definitely.

I liked looking at him. He had a 5 o clock shadow, and a crewneck on that was a little sweaty and clung to his lean bod.

I thought nothing unusual about this exchange at first. This was how all our sessions had gone so far. I briefly felt his hairy, sweaty knee knock into mine. But just as soon as it happened, it was back to the normal position.

He continued to chit chat. He was a friendly guy and gave ample peptalks. I always appreciated that. His enthusiasm was very motivating.

He grabbed a gatorade out of his backpack and offered it to me, which I accepted. I wasn’t about to cut things short if I didn’t have to. I liked being around him.
He then clapped me on the back in congratulations. It was amicable enough. As he returned his arm to his side, his thumb lightly grazed the side of my right boob.

Porn Premise

It’s a fucked up idea, but porn is fucked up so I think it will fit right in.

The basic premise is that the story is all real. The girl finds out her boyfriend is cheating on her and she wants revenge. It’s nothing new except I’d like to dig deeper. So I would ask the girl to basically survey her boyfriend about all his sexual fantasies in as much detail as possible. His favorite position, lingerie, perfume, and especially any kind of sex she never let him try out on her. Then I’d have her set up a date night with all this in mind. Except that instead of the cheating boyfriend coming home from work expecting this date night, he finds an empty apartment and a copy of this porn with all the said survey details in use.

The cheating boyfriend will not be featured or named at all, but the story will be detailed at the beginning of the video. And of course, I’d run this by an attorney and would follow their counsel. I think I definitely went too far in using the details, which I’d reign back on.

Human Anatomy and Sexuality Class – Week One [F][Exhib][Repost]

Part One – Introduction

It was my last semester of college, and damn was I ready to be done. Senioritis had set in years ago it felt, and at times I never thought I’d make it. One of my classes that semester was Human Anatomy and Sexuality, one that I had been purposefully putting off because I thought it was stupid that I, a Computer Science student, had to take it. Like most of mine these days, it was a night class as I had a full-time tech support job to support my wife and toddler. As I sat in the back row waiting for class the first night, I felt a backpack bump across the back of my head as someone walked by behind me. In annoyance I turned around, only to see the smiling face of Rachel, my wife’s little sister looking back at me. My annoyance instantly left, but I kept up the facade. “What the hell are you doing here?”

Late nights with my sister [FM] [twincest] [porn] [handjobs] [cum] [infidelity] [cuss words]

It’s 1:03am. I guess some people might call that late, but it’s typical for me. It takes me this long to finish all my homework. Probably because I don’t start until after 10. But whatever, I’ll be fine tomorrow, I don’t need much sleep.

The last thing to do before sleep… I open up an incognito tab, find the right video, get some tissues ready, and sit the laptop on the bed beside me.

I’m starting to get really into it, watching this girl swallow this guy’s huge cock with the camera from his point-of-view, when my door opens and my twin sister, Dorothy, leans in, saying, “Hey, Colin, can you help me with… uh, my, uh…”

She trails off as I furiously try pulling the blankets up over my erection, closing the lid on the laptop, and scrambling for any plausible story to cover what was happening.

“Jesus, Colin, lock the door if you’re going to be doing that,” Dorothy says.

“It was locked!” I say, even though it clearly was not, I’m just desperate to say anything that might hide my embarrassment.

“What are you watching, anyway?”

THE RESORT – Pt.1 [Fiction] [Str8] [Mf] [Ff] [Les] [Rape] [Brutal] [Snuff]

It’s not easy being part of a secret society. It takes hard work and dedication but the payoff can be wonderful.

Let me introduce myself, my name is Laura. I’m an attractive 44 year old woman, I’m always working out to stay in shape, I guess you would call me a Milf. I have big 44 DD tits and an ass that’s to die for.

My husband, Frank and I have been married for 22 years now. We have three children, one boy, Ryan, the oldest and two girls, kelly and Samantha, all of which are in their teens. It wasn’t until after we had our third child, Samantha that I started feeling lost. Don’t get me wrong, being married to a multimillionaire and enjoying all the benefits is incredible! But after having three kids and all the work that goes into it, I had lost something from my life. I missed the excitement and the passion Frank and I used to have for eachother. Every day was the same boring routine. I was miserable and depressed. My husband Frank couldn’t cope with me, he said, I was acting like a miserable bitch, and I was.

A question for the Men! Did you wife ever tell you….

How she lost her virginity? When I ask my buddies about these just about all of them think they were their wife’s first.

Even if they met in college or after! Can’t believe how naive guys can be.

What did she tell you when you asked?

Irresistible [MF] [Officehours] [I want you so bad]

I watch you over my computer screen as I hit enter on my keyboard, sending the skype message. *Aren’t you particularly hot this afternoon….?* I see your eyes flicker and a smirk teasing the corners of your mouth. You look up, staring into my eyes and then look down. I watch with anticipation as the dots hop on the screen, telling me that you are writing a message. *You’re lucky you can’t read my mind…* I bite down into my lower lip to stifle a moan. *Oh yeah? How about you tell me then…?* You look up and I watch you intently.

You stare inte my eyes, one eyebrow raised. You lean your head to the side, no one would barely notice the gesture but I do. I lick my lips and watch you raise yourself from your seat. You stretch, teasing me with that hot sexy body of yours, and pass me on your way to the pentry of our office. I clear my throat, trying to be casual as I stand up and take my coffee cup, making a big deal about acting normal, but none of our colleagues even so much as glance at either of us. I turn around following you, taking the opportunity to admire your strong back.

After [Mf, spank, mast]

You always did like that part the best, though. After. When you would bury your face in the pillow and Daddy would rub the spanks away. You would still be snuffling and sobbing. “Oh, stop all that boo-hoo-hoo, young lady,” Daddy would say as he soothed your behind with gentle touches. “See? All the spanks are going away.”

“No they’re not, Daddy,” you would wail into the pillow. “They’re not.”

“Yes they are,” he would insist. “Here’s one here,” he would say as he rubbed one cheek, circling, rubbing, kneading. “Got it. See? All gone.” And sure enough, the sting would start to turn into a more gentle glow.

“There’s more, Daddy. There’s more.”

“You mean this one here?” he would say as her rubbed the other cheek. “This one?” He would circle and rub, gently massaging you. “See? All gone.” The warmth would seem to spread and intensify, even as the sharpness wore off.

“There’s more, Daddy,” you would say, almost whispering, craving more of his touches. Almost imperceptibly, your behind would flex and tremble slightly.

The Princesses in the Tower – Chapter 2, Part 4 – Nicole [Maledom] [Male supremacy][BDSM] [Humiliation] [Dubcon]

**Nicole**

How do you know that they have control over you? Well, the first hint might be that you are doing your intern job, but suddenly they come snatch you for nothing, chase you on two floors and handcuff you. Later they will totally immobilize you.

These people have particular sense for letting person alternate roles, making her active participant in one lesson and mere object in the other. During the Homemaking I was planting flowers, then Holy Submission has planted me.

I had to stand in the tall crate, letting myself buried in soil and my sticking out head being blinded by the latex mask. I am thinking about my coping techniques, but I´m still too much dependent on sensual information and mobility that I currently lack, so I do what I can, which is breathing by nose. Removing of the mask wasn´t that merciful, as I was taken by surprise. Some men watered my face by two kinds of body fluids. I wasn´t yet at the level I could pretend to like it, but I was maintaining stoic resignation. The bastards weren´t lecturing me and washed me once I “savored” it and let me breath freely from that moment on. I would block the most persistent bits of stench with a single finger. Sadly, every one of them was belonging to unavailable parts below my neck. I happened to be situated in the front row of heads and I dared not to look sideways or back. I felt compassion by nature and the shared torment. Watching others would put me into shoes who like it as result of their good work.