Nina’s First Orgy [MFM] [Gangbang] [Oral] [Club]

“Are you sure you’re ready for this, Mrs. James?” said a concerned young woman.

“No,” said Nina plainly, “there’s no way I could ever be ready for this. But I don’t care. I’m doing this! And don’t call me Mrs. James.”

“Sorry, I was just trying…”

“I know what you’re trying to do. You can stop pretending I’m that frail. Mrs. Nina James was another person in another life. I’m trying to become someone else…someone who feels real.”

The Nina who said those words sounded very different from the Nina eight months, two weeks, and three days ago. The woman currently standing in front of the bathroom mirror at private club in the city might as well have been a total stranger. Compared to the woman formerly known as Nina James, she was the complete antithesis of the person in the reflection.

Not long ago, Nina James was the reserved, soft-spoken wife of a prominent businessman. Together, they lived in the same devoutly religious and very affluent community in which they’d grown up. She’d gone to a private school all her life while her husband was home-schooled by his rich, well-connected parents. In both cases, they’d been brought up with the same rigid piety that had defined their community for generations.

[FM] Mistresses First Punishment

It had been another great date, we’d laughed, smiled and flirted probably a bit too much for public viewing. But that didn’t manage to stop me from being a disobedient slave. We’d stopped off at a little corner cake shop after you made me wait outside Ann Summers whilst you bought me a reward.

My first mistake was not opening the door for you, then entering ahead of you. You saw how I didn’t realise and chose to dismiss it – after all, I’d never acted out before. Then, after taking it upon myself, I got your order wrong when I knew it perfectly well. Then the final straw had been when I forgot to pull your chair out for you and then starting on my cake before you had yours. I realised I was done for.

You demanded we leave immediately and stormed out of the cafe, me running quickly behind. The car ride back to your place was eerie and silent, I was locked alone with my thoughts of how you’d punish me – whip, cane, or perhaps something worse?

Ambiguous [First time][Crossdress][Gay]

This is quite long as these are the first few paragraphs of a possible novel, hopefully it is worth the read!

**Paragraph 1:**
The referee blew his whistle to signal that the game was over. Our team gathered in the locker room for a quick evaluation before heading into the showers. As the water hit my sweaty blonde curls I took a look at my teammates. Out of all of them I was definitely the smallest with my 5’6” but that didn’t bother me, at least not within my team because as a midfielder I was the free kick and corner specialist so I didn’t need length. At school however I’d always been the target of bullying because of my appearance, Not only because of my length but also because of my skinny-fat body in which most of my fat accumulated into small man boobs while still being skinny enough to see my ribs. Luckily I had my soccer friends to make my life a bit less miserable. All they did was call me Jackie instead of Jack, but because they did it in jest it was no big deal. The primary reason for all of these friends was Louis.

The Blog [hot wife] [free use] [MF] [interracial]

Inspired by 3_little_holes’ story *An Office Free Use Tale*

# Chapter 1

Reg was driving with his best friend Tony sitting in the front passenger seat when he pulled up next to a convertible with an all-female crew at an intersection. The girls looked to be in their early twenties.

Tony lowered his window. Said, “Any of you young ladies up for free use?”

“Why don’t you suck your pal’s dick,” said the brunette directly across from him. The other girls laughed, Tony turned red.

“That’s a good one,” he said, accepting the cock block.

Reg waved at the girls as the convertible lurched forward, turning left. He went right.

“You don’t turn it off, do you, Tony?”

His friend gave him the look of mock righteousness. “Nope, never.”

They both chuckled, drove in silence for a few minutes before Tony asked, “How are things with you and Elle?”

Reg thought that question about him and his wife was a bit odd, but he answered anyway. “Just great. Why do you ask?”

Your Breasts [AF][Short]

I love boobs, love everything about them. I love the shape they make underneath your top, round and tempting; the way the cleavage plunges down, the way your nipples poke through.

I love the way a bra frames them so beautifully, the way they bounce and jiggle as you move; the way the cups slide off so seductively and slowly.

I love how they feel, my big palms cupping them. So soft and smooth; so firm and squeezable. I love to grab, caress, stroke, and squeeze them; and I love the look on your face as I do.

I love to trail my fingertips around the smooth skin, teasing around, between, under… just barely touching your nipple fleetingly. I love how hard they get as my fingers gently pinch and start to twist and roll. Mmmm, and those little gasps… fuck!

I love the look in your eyes, biting your lip, chest heaving deliciously as I bring my lips closer and closer; expecting… and yet my kisses still tease all over your skin around and between; your nipples aching for more.

The hole in the wall [sr8] [bondage] [Mf]

This one is dedicated to u/kinkyplaything

I was feeling a little sore after a while, but I kept thinking about what he said earlier in the evening:

**This isn’t about your comfort, it is about mine.**

The wall that he built earlier that week had some cushioning for where I would lay on it, but the way he positioned the wrist and ankle straps were in a way where I would be completely spread out. Before he went out for drinks that night, he put me inside of it.
He laid me out on my back. My feet were tied to the top of the wall. My hands were bound to the bottom. Then, he slipped me through the wall in a way where my pussy and ass hung there, suspended at just the right height, right around his crotch. It was built perfectly for him, with handles on his side to grip onto.

I don’t know how long I was laying there, but I let out a sigh when I heard him come home. He walked into the room, still looking at his phone, probably reading the news or looking up a ball game score.

A little threesome story, turned twosome, nothing crazy but true

The wife (50) and I have been having threesomes for several years (MFM). Our regular guy moved 10 hours away from us, so now we only see him once in a great while. He tells my wife he is going to be in town this past weekend so we made plans for Sunday. We all get along super good and have fun out of the bedroom just hanging out also. The week leading up to the day we had been having crazy sex with just her and I. We usually do anyway but it was off to the races this week. One day she had mentioned that it would be fun being with another guy by herself (talking about a new guy we had a threesome with recently), and I quizzed her on the reason- not being a dick, just really wanted to know the reason she wanted to be with someone without me. She said it was basically so she could concentrate on just fucking, I understand that and am cool with it. She hasn’t been with very many without me but I do give her permission once in awhile so it wasn’t out of the ordinary. It got me thinking about our Sunday plans, and I had a new plan! The day arrives and our regular shows up, we all hang out and goof off around the house. We are all in the kitchen and I look over and wife and regular guy are kissing. It startled me at first because I just happened to look over during our goofing off and there it was. It was super sexy, the feeling is indescribable. I wish others could experience this- without jealousy, seems like all the problems I read about on Reddit are jealous partners. It is an indescribable feeling. We went on about our bullshitting and eating some snacks. Those two would be close sometimes, other times I would be all over her rubbing her clothed body. So the time comes that we are all pretty hot and bothered and I know we are getting close to heading to the bedroom. I then say “I have a treat for you two, I am leaving, you two have fun and I will be back home in at minimum an hour or more”. They both question me, the wife is looking very surprised, and I tell her “I know you would like it, and I know regular guy would dig it too”. Wife kisses me so passionately I almost don’t leave, at the same time regular guy has his arms around her from the back and kissing on her neck. Super hot. I am giddy in my head, I grab my coat and go, do a little shopping, even sat in a parking lot of a QT reading reddit. I almost put this together then but was too excited to type clearly. It is such an indescribable feeling knowing your SO is home having sex, with your permission. Like a gift of pleasure. I wondered how many people at Target were doing the same as I, just burning time so the wife can be home having sex with a super hot guy. It was cool to think about. BTW this guy looks like a super model, I know I know everyone says stuff like that, but no pics allowed here to show you. His wife has low sex drive and he can orgasm and continue on without even stopping! WTH!! I got back and I jumped on the bed with them, they were finished and just bullshitting watching tv. We then went out and made another pizza lol and hung out like old friends. That night she was sore so she gave me an awesome blow job, and the next day she sent me a text “I can’t wait to do you tonight”. She wasn’t kidding, we rocked the house that night.

I’ll Steal Your Honey Like I Stole Your Bike [Str8] [reluc]

“I have a boyfriend,” she said when I put my hands on her tits and groped her over her shirt.

She kept kissing me, as I felt those globes I’d been staring at pictures of for so long, as she teased me on email, feeling the nipples rise up to meet my palms between two layers of fabric.

She kept kissing me as I pulled her t-shirt up and put my hands behind her back to unhook her bra.

“Seriously, I have a boyfriend,” she pulled back to say sternly, as I pushed the wire up over her tits, dragging them across the nipples, which sprung out further, my fingers digging into the soft skin above the nipples and closing around it.

I covered her mouth with mine before she could say it again.

Slight moaning coming from her mouth as I toyed with her nipple. I pulled her shirt off over her head to the most cursory of protests. Her breasts warm to the touch as I lifted one to my mouth, then the other, her head back, allowing me to bite and suck and lick them all over.

Thoughts on an excerpt from my writing? [STR8] [MF]

I look down as I grip a mass of wild, ebony hair. Pale blue eyes glance up and back away before darting to meet mine once again as I grip the mass of hairspray–and god knows what else–harder. Her technique is admirable; minimal gagging, doe-eyed, submissive, using her hands when needed and her mouth as the main attraction. I’m sure she’s had a lot of practice.

We started the scene with some light impact play, her cheeks are still reddened from my hand, makeup smeared from tears and spit, and I feel… nothing. I’ve been given a lot of freedom in how I want to shoot this scene, and this girl said she was down for anything. I’m pretty sure her exact words were to treat her like a whore. This girl was sweet, told me her name was Ashley–or maybe it was Brooke. On the outside, you would never assume she was interested in having me slap and choke her into tears, to shove my cock so far down her throat I can see it pulse through her throat, but I suppose that’s part of the beauty of this world.

A Window Display (Public Fucking) (Extreme Exhibitionism)

We’d been strolling through the downtown all morning on this unseasonably warm summer day. We’d stop for coffee and I would slide my hand up your bare thigh, up under your sundress to gently stroke your pussy lips through the cotton fabric of your panties as you sipped your Latte. We’d walk some more and stop in shady corners to make out and run our hands over each others’ bodies. By the time noon rolled around it was fair to say that we had worked ourselves up quite a bit.

We ambled, hand-in-hand, down a side street filled with cool, funky boutiques until we passed a small, empty storefront, a big, floor-to-ceiling glass window showing it to be empty inside except for a lone wooden chair sitting in front of the window, directly in the center. I could see that the side door to the boutique was left ajar by the workmen, and a wild, sexual impulse overtook me at that moment. Grabbing you by the hand I pulled you in through the door, twisting the lock closed after we entered. “What are you doing?” you asked with a smile. “Making one of your fantasies a reality, baby.” I replied.