Right Place Right Time [M+F]

I was in a hotel while on vacation. I didn’t have anything else to do, so I walked out of my room and positioned the latch so that it wouldn’t shut and left the TV on so no one would think they could rob me. Anyway, I sat outside for about an hour just watching the cars go by. When I got back to the hotel, I was thinking about what to do for dinner. Restaurant names kept cycling through my mind as I opened the door. What I saw inside my room was a naked lady laying down on the bed with her legs spread, facing the door.

“Sorry!” I apologized as I politely averted my eyes and closed the door. I looked at the number. It wasn’t my room. It was the room to the left of mine, which had the latch set up the same way as me.

“Excuse me…” I heard her say in a lustful voice. I paused.
“You can come in now,” she said.

I nervously opened up her door and stepped inside. She was still naked and made no attempt to cover herself.

An Ode to Uncertainty – Chapter 6-7 [MF][MFF][Fantasy]

Please read chapters 1 – 5 first if you have not done so. This is not a stand-alone story. Link to other chapters in comments.

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Part 2 – Sigrid

Six

Sigrid left the argument behind her. As soon as it was declared that she was not needed until morning she had left them behind. The voices penetrated through the thick oaken door and it was clear that Jarl was losing.

*Not my problem*, Sigrid thought and headed out of the building.

The large bell tower had just struck noon and the campus was filled with students about to embark on wherever their Cleansingday plans were bringing them. Sigrid knew where she was going on her unexpected day off. She headed down the hill on the small avenue that led to all the strange bookshops. Last time they passed she had been certain that one of the books looked at her. She stopped for a second and inspected the ground where Jarl stopped every time they passed. She could see nothing different about it. The path was regular square flagstones of some rough variety. Grass covered both sides of the path and a few old trees stood crooked, almost leaning away from the College.

[Mfm] [cuck] An account of the wonderful night when I, a mature naturally dominant man (47), was asked to be a Bull for a young couple (26F, 28M) who wanted to try cuckolding

This is a true story.

I’m in my late 40’s. I’ve been a Dom for a long as I remember, but I’ve defined myself as a service Dom for about the last five years or so, since one of my subs pointed out that it’s a good description of my Domming style – I try to give my partners the best experience I can, and tailor the experience specifically to their wants and needs. I’ve also been Bull to a few couples, and wanted to have more experiences of that sort. So I created this Reddit account. Very soon after creating the account I made contact with a married couple. They were in their mid-20’s, had been together since they were in their teens, and had been married for five years. They had only had sexual experiences with each other, but were sexually adventurous. She was the more dominant one of the couple and they had started to play with BDSM, with him submitting to her. They had talked about cuckolding, and they both found the idea of a Bull exciting. She also found the idea of submitting to a more dominant man exciting, and she found older dominant men especially attractive.

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Katia and Lucy had been married for six years. Katia was gay for as long as she could remember. But Lucy … her wife … well, that was a different story. Lucy didn’t even think she was bi until high school, when on a dare, she had to make out with another girl. She did, the boys went crazy, but her pussy was soaked. By college, Lucy was experimenting a little, but she still leaned towards men.

It wasn’t until her late 20s when, on a whim, she decided to go on a date with a girl she met on Tinder. They dated for a year. Lucy loved it. They sex was intense. And they could share clothes, too. Added bonus. But, no amount of pegging and fake cum dildos could replace the real thing.

Optimus Prime’s Captivity [MM] [Transformers] [BDSM] [Nugget] [Pee/Poop]

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Grasping Optimus with his manly hands, Megatron took control. Growling with an animalistic fever, he tore the pump and rectal retainer out from Optimus’ nugget-like body, before ripping him altogether from his restraints. Carrying him under his arm like a football, Megatron traced his finger up and down Optimus’ trembling figure. Finding purchase in Optimus’ clenched bunghole, Megatron lined his fleshlight’s mouth up with his cock. “Are you ready?” Megatron purred.

Thrusting with fervor, Megatron pumped Optimus up and down his erect cock. Gurgling in pain, Optimus cried and cried, lubing up his gaping, and now broken, jaw with tears for Megatron’s appendage. Megatron abused his slave like this for a solid half hour or so, until he finally removed his sentient toy from his dripping phalice. Turning a bawling and blubbering Optimus Prime around, Megatron brought his trembling booty to his mouth, before latching his lips about his anus like a parasite. Thus began the sucking, as Megatron turned his mouth into a undulating pump for Optimus’ ass. At first, Optimus’ asshole muscles put up a good fight, and Megatron relished in the struggle his toy put up. Eventually, Optimu’s defenses failed, and his sphincter collapsed like a deflated ballon. Groaning in pain, Optimus felt the shit within his innards begin to be sucked into Megatron’s open mouth. He wanted to scream, but he had no strength left.

Hot peach cream pie [MF]

You have arrived at the address you received and, as instructed you open the door and enter the cool entranceway from the heat of the day. Doubt races through your mind. “this is insane, I’ve never even met this guy before.”

Your heels click on the tiled floor as you walk down the hallway. “Third door on the right” you repeat to yourself. The message had been so very enticing. “Hot peach cream pies available. Enquiries to u/maybe_even_a_lot”

“Come in please,” drifts through the door. You push on the door which opens heavily and silently. You step inside the room. Dappled sunlight pours through timber blind hades. As your eyes adjust to the room you see a well worn leather chesterfield couch against the wall. A massage table is positioned in the middle of he room atop a large fibre rug.

“Where did the voice come from,” you wonder before your memory reminds me of your instructions: Disrobe and mount the table. Await your pleasure. Your summer dress slips from your shoulder and falls to the floor silently. Kicking your shoes off you run your hands over your bare ass. “Wasn’t any point putting underwear on,” you think to yourself. Your nipples are erect in the cool air, and you walk quickly to the table which you climb atop

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As she lowered her pussy onto my mouth I could smell the musky sweet aroma and my arms instinctively reached out to hold her ass. Before I reached it however Janet seized both wrists and pinned them to the wall behind me. With no further hesitation I inserted my eager tongue deep inside her, enclosed my mouth around her vagina. Sucking in I dragged my flattened tongue back out, stiffened the tip and twirled it around her clit. She let out a raspy gasp. Using a flipping motion I toyed with her button. She started slightly rocking until I ran my tongue back in hard and fast then began licking the roof of her pussy. After that she stopped rocking and pressed her flesh harder onto my face. Her breathing was getting shallower and her juices began to fill my mouth causing me to swallow. I narrowed the opening of my mouth, sucked in hard and concentrated nibbling and tonguing her clit. She lost control dropping her grip on my hands, she grabbed my head and started humping my face. Immediately I reached around her grasping her cheeks firmly. Spreading the cheeks I used my middle finger and launched an assault on rose bud opening. Moaning loudly she was now fucking my face and finger with a feril hunger I hadn’t seen in years. At this point I was doing what I could while desperately hanging on for dear life. Suddenly the humping stopped as her entire body went rigid but for the tremors rampaging what was left of her sanity. She had my head in a death grip and I felt her legs begin to tighten and squeeze. If not for the cushion of my pillow I’m certain she may have crushed my skull. For the first time in a while my cock was back at full song and then some reaching out to trying to get to her ass on its own. Relaxing finally she leaned back with her hand landing on my stiffened manhood. In a voice that seemed to be struggling for air she looked down at me and asked, “Well what do we have here?” The grin spreading widely across her plushed face.

Leah, my new friend [MF][nc][violent]

Leah had just started her job. And I would take her

She isn’t like other girls.

I don’t want her because of the inappropriately short dress she wears to work

It isn’t her blue/gray hair

It isn’t her pierced tongue

It isn’t that she told me she drinks compulsively

It isn’t the sad music she listens to endlessly that she was eager to share with me, in the hope of making a new work friend.

It isn’t even that she made 3 comments about guys wanting to rape her the day we met.

I want her because of the darkness I feel in her.

I want her because your flirty demeanor seems fake and desperate.

I want her because I sense she is afraid and sad.

I want to hurt her more, to traumatize her and to make her mine.

It’s evening and she and I are alone at the end of a day at work. It’s her third day her.

It’s time for her to go home to her shitty studio, but she doesn’t want to go back there and I don’t want her to.

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Jeff was standing at his usual bar on his usual Friday night when Tori Lightfoot walked in. Tori was a megastar on Instagram with over 875,000 followers. She was a little bit of an independent pornstar, selling her own videos on OnlyFans or on her private Snapchat page, that had over 1,000,000 followers.

She was young, rich, goofy, and drop dead gorgeous.

Every night, she’d post a racy photo of her. Last night, she was in a red thong, hands strategically placed to cover her breasts. She had a lollipop in her mouth and was winking in a boomerang video.

He was, 100%, going to approach, even if just to grab a selfie and buy her a drink. He’d seen her blowjob videos. He’d seen her masturbation videos. He’d even seen her squirt videos.

[mf][BDSM][Fsub][Slow] Trust Goes a Long Way – Part. I

**Prologue:**Despite over an hour of conversation, I feel like I only started to get to know her when I began to defile her. The first installment of this short story series details the initial stages of the evening. Let me know if there’s further interest, I write but not usually erotica. PMs open.

#Begin

We had only met once before, I bought her a cup of coffee and feigned pleasant conversation- and indeed it was. We shared our our days, our interests, our lives; but it’s not what I was truly interested in, and I think we both knew that by now. By the way I spoke to her before we met up, she responded in all the ways quaint enough to give her innocence the benefit of the doubt- supposing she didn’t know about my inclinations.

Throughout the conversation my mind was consistently flooded with detailed imagery. Imagery, and acts. While she spoke about her favorite bands, I imagined what she would look like under the table with a mouthful of cock. While I told her the story about the first time I watched Goodfellas, I was actually thinking about standing up, walking around the table, and shoving my tongue down her throat.