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[MF] [fantasy] [oral] [Mdom] Scenes from the Term of Sacred Service, Part 2

You are kneeling in His Supremacy’s bedchambers. Well, one of His bedchambers. There are thousands of them, all through the Palace and scattered among the vast pleasure gardens.

It is morning now, and you have been kneeling all night. You were chosen to spend the night serving His Supremacy, which menas that you do not sleep. It means that you – alongside a guardian – spend the night kneeling.

Your back and knees ache, sometimes dull, other times biting, not just from kneeling all night, but because you had spent all of the prior day in His Sacred Presence. All who are in His Sacred Presence must bow down, though you are given permission to kneel when He sleeps. And you’ll spend all of today in His Sacred Presence, too, before finally being released to perform some other task tomorrow.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Him stir. Slowly, He rises from His bed. As He rises, you and the guardian bow down.

You see Him walk, naked – He hardly ever wears clothes – over to a cot alongside the wall. You can’t help but notice His massive cock, bulging forward, fully erect, as He walks. Read more »

[MFFF] [fantasy] [oral] [Mdom] Scenes from the Term of Sacred Service

You, along with your compatriots, stumble out of a boat onto a large concrete platform. You’re tired from a long journey, achy from huddling on a cramped bench with the other incoming term servants. These men and women are, like you, the upper echelon of society back in their homelands – high nobility, lords and ladies, distinguished scholars or wealthy merchants, sometimes even kings or queens.

For the next month, however, all of them – including you – will be His Supremacy’s personal servants. They will clean up after Him and fetch His concubines. Maybe, if they’re lucky, they’ll serve Him dinner. When not in His Supremacy’s personal service, they’ll pull weeds, polish statues, and mop floors on His massive Sacred Estate.

Back home, you are a person with authority who is treated with respect. For the next month, you will be His Supremacy’s personal errand servant, or maybe His maid, or maybe His janitor. You are on the Term of Sacred Service. Read more »

The never ending blowjob [MF] [oral]

Please comment or PM! I want to know how I am doing!

Context: this is a true story. Back in my college days I had a friend with benefits named Melissa. I met her at a party and I got her number. She looked like the type that would make a man crumble under her tongue. I learned that she had a boyfriend. Without manipulating her, she broke up with him and we hooked up a bunch over the years. While we never dated, she wanted me to take her virginity a few years later. She wanted her first time to be meaningful. This is a story about probably one of the hottest times we hooked up.

“Hey, coming over?”

“Yeah, I’ll be over shortly, calm your dick down.”

Melissa showed up with her night bag which she brought when she told her parents that she was staying at her girlfriends house. She was a commuter so hooking up was not an easy affair.

“Hand me that guitar, I want to playing ‘Paint it Black’”. She took the Guitar Hero guitar. While we played around a lot, we were also genuinely friends. Often the hooking up would come after hours of flirting until one of us just pounced. After going through an array of songs I asked what she wanted for dinner. Read more »

[mf] My ex’s late night visit.

4AM. I couldn’t sleep, neither could you. A text with just three words, “I miss you.” I replied, “I miss you too.”

It had been over a week since we last spoke, after nearly a year of being together. We had broken up, but it was clear neither of us wanted it. She wanted to see me, I told her to come over. “It’s too late…” she said, I disagreed. We both lived at home, but I needed to see her, to hold her. It didn’t take much to convince her and within minutes, she was on her way to my house.

She parked on the street, quietly closing her car door and sneaking down my driveway. I opened the front door as quietly as I could, afraid of waking anyone. She walked in, then straight upstairs, no words needed. Read more »

[f] Can I make this honestly feel intimate?

Is that possible like this? I’ve been having way too much fun experimenting with this kind of conversation and I want to keep trying. I want to make this feel as real as it can. I want to make you feel an honest connection even if it’s only for the few minutes I have your complete attention while reading this.

And I do have your attention right now don’t I? Wherever you are reading this, your focus is on my words regardless of how close you are to guessing what my real voice sounds like. But you know these are my real words, my real thoughts.

There’s no way for me to know who you are or what you look like and of course that’s part of what makes this so exciting for me. You could be a 21 year old ginger college student smirking a little bit right now while reading this and I can feel myself blushing at that thought. Or you could have just turned 50 and are just quickly browsing through post after post with a cup of coffee. It’s enticing and intriguing for me no matter who you are because you’re absolutely real right now. Read more »

DOUBLE TEAMED BY IRISH SISTERS [mff] [threesome] [oral] [mast] [squirt] [facefuck] [swallow] [facial]

I actually cannot believe this happened. I work mornings in a neighborhood coffee shop as a cashier. Mallory comes in every day for her morning latte. Honestly, she’s the reason I haven’t asked to work a different shift. She’s stunning. Irish. Red hair, petit. She is the dream. She wears this skimpy sundresses with black flip flops and carries this bohemian looking purse around with her. She’s casual and carefree, as far as I can tell.

Usually, we chat briefly while she waits for her coffee. I’ve never had the courage to ask her out, even though literally everyone thinks she’s also interested in me.

Well, two days ago, she had company. Another Irish redhead, also wearing a sundress and flip flops.

“This is my sister,” she said. “Caitlyn.”

“Nice to meet you,” I said. “Visiting from Ireland?”

“I am,” she said as we shook hands.

“Well, then, coffee is on me today. Welcome to Florida.”

“Free coffee,” Caitlyn said. “I already like this place.”

While she was sleeping [MF] [MAST]

Today was not unlike any other day. Got up went to work. Got my ass handed to me by my job. Missed lunch and got off late. During my hour commute I kept getting held up by dumbassery and a state trooper that sat right off my left side for 10 miles turned it into 1.5 hours.

By the time I got home I just wanted to eat and try to get laid. Not too much to ask. I spent the whole day getting fucked I figured it was my turn. I go into the house and greet my wife who immediately tells me she feels like crap.

Awesome right? Shot down before I even tried. So I helped her finish dinner, ate, took a shower and off to bed. We laid there as she recapped her day. I tried to act interested. I was really waiting for the little pill she took to take effect. Once she was out I had the night to myself.

I am an insomniac. I sleep maybe 3 to 4 hours a night and can function for weeks like that. At night I watch what I want and quite often I watch porn on my phone and Jack off. Read more »

Remember to always tip the bartender [MF] [oral] [exh]

“Can I have another? Also a whiskey, please.” Jess lifted her mostly empty amber bottle signifying she was almost done.

“You got it,” replied Brandon, Jess’ current purveyor of booze.

Jess, the CFO, well former CFO at ALiGN, lost her job today when after going public, stocks plummeted, a lot of turnover occurred and a scapegoat was needed. She was told today to leave with a severance package and best of luck.

“Maybe a little liquid luck will turn things around” bemoaned Jess to seemingly no one.

“You know it’s 9:30 on a Tuesday in a dive bar, I don’t know what luck you are looking for, but it’s certainly not a victory here.” Brandon, the bartender and owner of the bar had to cover to Lexi the usual bartender for the night. Brandon spent most nights at home running reports and ordering for the next couple of days. “You know, we don’t have many folks in here in suits, never mind women in suits. In fact we don’t have many women.”

“Well consider yourself lucky.” Read more »

Casting About: Part 2 [MF][Oral][Mast][ENF][Reluc][Exh][Voy]

**Casting About: Part 2**

A little more action this time. In case it’s not obvious, the start of the chapter title indicates who is ‘speaking’. Enjoy.

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**Darling flubs being a slimy producer**

My first couple of days were not that successful. Apparently, I wasn’t very good at being skeezy. I came off as too earnest, too real, too…*nice*. I had some decent actors pass through, some of the women really knocked my socks off with their readings of my terrible fake script. A couple of the actresses actually got completely nude for the Menisla scenes unprompted…method acting, I guess. I also got two blow jobs—also unprompted—a handy while we reviewed a woman’s test footage, *and* a good fucking as I bent a blonde over the conference table if I promised, *really* promised, to give her a callback. Read more »