It starts when I’m in the office. The pounding on my clit from thinking about you. These wild memories. Me coming to your place and you’ll be sitting on the couch waiting cock in hand for me. I’ll crawl on my knees to reach you, just to shove all of your cock into my throat. My hair becoming a tangled mess cause your hands are intertwined so tightly, while your forcing my head down making me gag. I pull my face up from your throbing dick drool dalling down my chin, tears in my eyes. You call me your pretty little slut. You keep jacking off while I clean my face a bit. Only to cum on the floor and make me lick it up. While I’m head down you grab my ass and thrust your fingers into my dry ass. Making me scream even louder and cry harder. You wrap your other hand around my mouth sitting me up telling me “I’ll be ok, once it’s wet it feels different”. I’m still waiting for the better part, while the screams and tears don’t stop. It slowly does become easier and wider, until you pull your cock out and have me spit on it. I’m still on my knees in between your legs. Dropping myself onto your dick trying to breathe and “relax” that’s all you keep saying. After a while of hearing my cries you get tired and start fucking both my soaking pussy and ass. One hole after the other. At this point I’ve came all over the floor and we’re just playing in a puddle of your work. So we move to the back of the couch, where your still hate fucking me.. Like I stole your dog or something. Just thrust after thrust. Eventually I start to get raw and dry so you put me back on my knees. To soak your cock, but you end up cuming all over my face, giving me a good smack in my face while I lick the cum off.. “Good girl”. Thinking about it now has my pussy pounding ?
Category: sexystories
My private prison just for sissys and pantyboys fiction/fantasy
I’m warden Maxine and I run a special facility just for sissys and pantyboys. Buisness has been slow but we just got our first new inmate yesterday. An angry mother wanted to teach her disrespectful brat a lesson. She saw satin panties under his night shirt and called me. I said we can take him into our custody. But she half to sign a release because he was only 16. Me and my 2 best and most beautiful c.os came with me we found the pantyboy behind the local school when we pulled up he was just throwing his shorts away and just had a short black t shirt. There were to girls with him. When they saw us get out he laughed because the wind blew on of my girls micro miniskirt up and he saw her panties. Nice panties he mocked. You to i added your mother has authorized me and my girls here to take you into my custody for the summer. He stopped laughing. What your under arrest ladies take his shirt off and let’s get him into the car. My girls walked over. I’m only 12 you can’t do anything. As they got closer he started to get scared but it was to late grabbed by both arms they started to force him to walk towards the car wait no please he cried not in my panties! Let go!! He started to resist but my girls are strong and picking him up he started to cry like a little baby I want my mommy let me go! We forced him in the car and took him to my prison. We’re he was locked in a large cell. With a bed and dresser full of bras and panties. Let me goooooo he whimpered at my prison your embarrassed and humiliated daily it’s nice to have a inmate again my girls and i were getting bored
Went to club, [M]et someone, [F]ucked in cubicle.
Hello readers. Are you sitting comfortably?
Then I’ll begin…
At about 19 my friend and I went out for a few drinks on a Saturday night, a fairly regular occurrence which usually ended up with us turning up to work together on the Sunday morning (as we worked in the same place) with monster hangovers that were being beaten into submission by cooked pig rolls and bottles of Irn Bru (the best hangover cure in the cosmos) although to be fair, we were usually still half pissed on the Sunday morning.
This particular Saturday night we go to a couple of bars first, have a drink in each bar and talk shit with each other and anyone who would listen, then headed to a club that was usually quite loud but was open late and had some table booths like caves carved in the rock hidden along a short corridor. Well a short while after getting there and half way through drink number 1 I started chatting with a girl that was standing at the bar next to me, just general chit-chat type stuff but it was really loud so we head to see if there’s a booth free because it’s quieter there so we could hear at least half of what we were saying.
The Christian Girlfriend [MF][str8]
Mary was 20 and a devout christian and came from a very traditional family. They were respected and revered in our small town in the Midwest. All that being said she was dating me, a 26 year old hardcore atheist.
It was a secret affair. We couldn’t be seen publicly, couldn’t be ourselves around common friends. We were just acquaintances to the rest of the world. I’m not going to lie it added thrill to this relationship. We would find movie theaters in towns far away, ride the bus together but sit separately. I’d pick her up from her friends place after their bible study and hang out in isolated spots to avoid people we knew. It was a game of cat and mouse, one time we ran into her sisters at the mall and I walked in a random direction before they could see me. Another time when her dad came to pick her up after bible study she passed my car expressionless.
We met through a common friend. What started as intense debates about religion became talks about romance and love. She fell for me because I was different from the people she lived and socialized with on a day to day basis. Non religious folk were never a part of her social circle, ever.
Fanfic about my crush
He looked so cute today. With that goofy grin, that laugh which could cure a thousand souls. I could only dream of him being in love with me until today.
It was during math class I couldn’t stop looking at him. He caught me staring and I blushed furiously. I asked to go to the bathroom (so I could masturbate) and I went into the hallway. He followed me also using the excuse of going to the bathroom. I walked faster heart pounding delightfully but racing so fast I could hear it. He caught up to me, pulled me to him up against the wall and said,
” Where do you think you’re going?”
I said, “Tt-o thh-e bathh-roo-m. Whh-y?”
“No reason”
He let go of me and I let out a breath of relief. I went to the bathroom and did my thing. Suddenly, I heard a small creak from the door. Footstep s came to my stall and I tried to lift my pants up and lock the door better but it was too late. It was him. He came in and asked me what I was doing. I said nothing but using the bathroom. He asked if he could touch it and I said sure in a shaky voice still mesmerized. It stroked it lightly and I took a peak at his ding dong. He raised one eyebrow and locked the stall. He asked me, smiling if I wanted to see his. I said if you don’t mind…
He took his pants off and his underwear. It was just as I imagined. Big, sexy, and erect. I stroked his gently while he stroked mine. He then lifted my chin and told me we should go to a more private location after school. I didn’t want it to end but I agreed.
Harvest of Shadows [Fm] [interracial] [paranormal] [fiction]
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Geisten Darrow was furious that he had been put in detention on his final week of senior high school. His crime was looking at his phone when he got a text from his Latina girlfriend Raquel Torres. He wasn’t going to respond to a text in class. That was his own personal rule, and yet the teacher had spotted him with the phone in hand and notified him instantly of his detention.
If it had been any other teacher, Geisten was sure he would have been ignored or, at worst, merely received a verbal warning. He had a good record with the staff at his high school and they were more tolerant of well behaved students, especially senior students. But Mrs. Ocampo was different. She was a Filipina in her late thirties, married and had just recently moved from out of town to take up the teaching position she had here.
The Break Room [MMF][ORAL][VOYEUR][BLACKMAIL]
Where do I start?
I was tasked with closing the store. Again. As if coming to work for the Thanksgiving weekend and doing two weekends straight after wasn’t enough. My asshole manager John decided that I needed to help him close the store at 10:00PM. He said that I needed to take more “responsibility” if I wanted to be a store manager – which I agreed to. I didn’t realize that more “responsibility” meant working myself to the bone at this thankless shithole.
The only good thing about this place was Heather. She’s probably the only person who made this place even close to bearable. Brunette, doe-eyed hazel eyes, and a cute butt. She’s definitely on the cutesy, geeky girl who could easily have an insta-following. Lucky for me, she doesn’t. I can’t believe some guys pass over her because they’d rather fuck some shrimp-face with boobs than Heather. Thank god, some guys are so singularly minded that they wouldn’t fuck anything less than a 32B. Fuck them. I’d fuck her any time of day.
The only problem is that Heather wanted the same job that I’m vying for.
That and that she’s a lot better at ass-kissing. At least better than me.
Pets: Old & New [Mf]
The circumstances that brought Sara to my office that day were well-calculated, but I’m sure they seemed mysterious to her. I was working on a large deal with a vendor and we had trouble agreeing on a price. I love to haggle, especially when I have a lot of leverage, but I began to understand my account rep was up against it and didn’t have much left to offer. I asked if there was anything of value that he could give to sweeten the deal for me. I had plenty of money available to close, but I needed a little something extra to feel good about it.
“Uh, Mr. Roberts, I’m not exactly comfortable with where this conversation is going. We have a strict policy against any kind of, uh, financial incentives with individuals to complete a deal.”
“I’m not asking for a bribe, Greg. I don’t want money or gifts.”
“Oh, that’s great then. What would be something you would be interested in?”
I had come into Greg’s office a couple times during this process and had noticed a mousey little thing who they had stuck in a corner. She brought me coffee one time and I saw some potential.
The Bookstore Stranger [fsub] [fm] [rough] [semi-public]
She was ten minutes late. Fucking bus. Mary wanted to send a text message to Eric and let him know, but she also kind of wanted to make him squirm to see what he would do, so she kept radio silence. The bus was two stops away from the book store now. She was the only person on it, and the rain outside hummed against the windows. When she got on the bus a dozen miles ago, the bus driver, an ugly man in his late 50s, looked at her like she should be ashamed of herself. She was wearing a strange outfit, but that’s no reason to stare at someone like they aren’t human. She tried pushing her skirt down a little bit. She felt the rough bus seat scratching the skin just below her ass.
She took out her phone, turned on the camera, and made sure her makeup was all right. Bright red lipstick. Winged eyes. Rain hadn’t messed it up too much. She contemplated wearing no make up at all, but she was bored, and wanted her face to match the outfit. A ripped band t-shirt. A pencil skirt. Black combat boots. Black leggings.
Harry Potter Inspired Non/Dub-Con [straight] [mf] [fantasy]
It was midnight and Hermione couldn’t sleep.
The Triwizard Cup was just days away, and she had promised Harry she’d find a way to remove his name from the tournament so he wouldn’t get hurt. She wanted to clear his name and keep him safe.
She sat up in bed, biting her bottom lip while contemplating whether or not she should try to go back to sleep. She sighed and made up her mind to get out of bed and head to the library to do some more research.
As she tied a thin robe around her silky night dress, she contemplated slipping on panties. She decided it wasn’t worth the effort. No one was ever in the library so late at night.
She padded down the grand hallway of her private school, unaware of the silhouette of a tall, dark figure following her.
She lit a candle and pushed open the heavy door to the main library. She rubbed her eyes sleepily and yawned. A shiver ran through her body and she wished she had worn something warmer. A flick of her wand and a fire sparked and burned brightly in the enormous fireplace.