Bi-Hooker; Bye Crook [MMF][Blindfold][blkmail]

As taken from my blog: s.c.mauthor.kinky-blogging.com

Meet Kristoff and Clarissa. A stunning blonde couple relaxing and enjoying a late and light lunch, before the work planned for the evening ahead. Everything about this couple stands out. They’re both gorgeous specimens of health and beauty. Immaculately dressed, manicured, pedicured and both sporting real golden tans and brilliant white smiles.

Lets look first at Clarissa, mid twenties, athletic build, dressed and shoed in a chic Gucci evening dress ensemble; coloured subtle shades of deep red. No jewelry on slender fingers or bared collarbones. Just a simple and understated pair of diamond studs glinting out from the curled blonde locks. Prominent cheekbones are softened by full pouting lips but accentuated by large ice blue eyes, curled lashes and modelled brows. Very much dressed to kill but smiling and laughing at ease with her counterpart sat opposite.

Now Kristoff, the easiest way to describe him is “Viking in a business suit”. Well over 6 feet with the same curling blonde hair but not styled, just falling effortlessly and perfectly down his long strong neck, reaching out to his broad shoulders. Chiselled, hawk like features with piercing deep blue eyes. A strong and clean shaven jaw moves laconically as he swaps small talk. His hands are at odds with the clearly well toned body beneath the light grey business suit. Flawlessly manicured and soft with deft fingers where one would expect to see coarse fat digits. He’s never done a day’s manual labour in his life.

Gang Banged in a Bank Robbery [str8][MMMMMF][anal sex][reluctant][rough][oral][deep throat][forced][milf][dp][cuck]

I was waiting for the next bank teller when I felt like I was being watched, and I glanced over to see a big man checking me out. Because I was the mayor’s wife and it was a small town, that didn’t happen too often. I was excited about the attention, though, and I smiled at him as I smoothed my skirt. The big man reminded me of a lumberjack with that red and black flannel shirt. I was typically horny, and got immediately aroused as I imagined him ripping open my blouse and admiring my breasts.

Today, the only teller working was a jerk named Steve that bullied me all through school. I narrowed my eyes at him as I approached the counter, conveying my dislike just in case he forgot my feelings for him. However, before I could begin my transaction, a van pulled up and three masked men rushed inside.

My heart raced and I held my hands up, while the men secured the place. Two of them went straight into the unlocked vault while the other one gathered the rest of us into a corner with the help of a gun. He was a big fellow, too, and walked by the teller, Steve, and the lumberjack, quickly entering my personal space.

I’m too young for sex :( pt. 17 [fM]

Maybe calling a trip to a free clinic a *date* was a stretch, but having Mark with me when we walked in made all the difference in the world. The clinic was in a strip mall near the university. It was located between a convenience store and a nail salon. The walls were a little dingy and the only artwork were posters about sexually transmitted diseases and pregnancy prevention. *How romantic.*

I had been to my see my gynecologist twice before. The first time was just a visit to talk about puberty and let the doctor make sure I had all my parts. The second time was after I had started having really painful periods. They did a pelvic exam to check to see if something obvious was causing them. They didn’t find anything obviously wrong. It was weird and embarrassing, but Mom held my hand the whole time so I survived.

The woman behind the counter looked up as we approached. “Yes?”

“I’m Stephanie Larson. I have an appointment.”

Tonight’s Theme Party: Vicars and Tarts [FF][voy][exh][oral]

Theme parties at the Miami Key Club are always fun affairs. Roman orgy toga parties and key parties are fan favorites, but tonight we are partaking in a time honored costume party from England; a vicars and tarts party, where men dress like priests and women dress like slutty streetwalkers. It’s my first time hosting at this swinger’s club theme party and I want to make sure everything is perfect.

The sexy nun costume which came by mail was shorter than I expected. My ass cheeks peeked from beneath the short black, white-collared mini dress. Oh well, I’m committed. I put on the matching habit, tucking my long brown hair underneath before putting on my reading glasses and applying some deep red lipstick to my lips. Thigh high fishnet stockings glided up my legs, which I secured to hanging black garters, before sliding my feet into my ridiculously high heeled black leather pumps. I stood to look at myself in the mirror, turning to look over my shoulder to see the bottom of my ass cheeks striped with black garters. With a smirk on my face, and a wooden ruler in my hand, I left for the party.

Girls’ Weekend [FFF] [Fdom] Ch. 19

#~Chapter Nineteen~
##Now It’s My Turn…

We walk back to their apartment. My feet are killing me, and I’m tired, but the fun we’ve had today has only made me crave more. We collapse on the sofa, and relive the experiences of the previous day. We come to the conclusion that I’ve been the biggest slut of them all, having been effed in the ass, peed myself in pleasure, had another girl get effed on my lap, and received not one, but two lap dances. I was also the only one to get both an orgasm and another girl’s panties from the strip club. I can offer nothing in my defense, and admit that, indeed, I’ve been the biggest slut. Amanda then gets serious, “So Steph, since you’ve been the biggest slut of all of us, you deserve a reward. Now, we’ve pretty much been doing what we wanted to you, so far, and you’ve been a totally incredible sport.” Um… sure, but it’s a pretty easy to submit when you’re the one getting off, I think to myself. Amanda continues, “But we feel bad that we’ve been the ones setting the agenda so far, and we’re kinda lucky that you’ve been cool with everything we’ve done. But just to prove to you that we’re not total control freaks, it’s only fair that you get the chance to tell us what to do. So, if you’re not too beat, why don’t you make us your playthings for the evening? Whatever you want, we do.” She looks over at Tammy, who nods her head in agreement.

How I (FM) wish the night had started with the night had gone (str8) (oral)

There’s something different tonight, she picked me up like usual and we were on the way to her apartment but I can feel it there’s something different in her composure, a glint in the way she looks at me but I can’t place it surely I’m imagining it. It’s all in my head I tell myself. We pull into her parking lot and make our way to her apartment, as I enter I’m looking for pieces of the version I last knew the girl who filled her space with motivational pictures but it’s a grown up apartment- has she changed so much?

We’re back at my apartment, I’ve been thinking about this night a long time. I made sure to be waxed, showered and looking my best- well I made sure I felt sexy. I wanted him so much, I’ve wanted him for a long time. Ever since that nearly kiss I’ve wondered what it would feel like to have him look me in the eyes and grab the back of my head lightly pulling my hair as he pulls me in closer to kiss me. Drawing me into that world that exists when it is just us. I’ve tried to figure out how to make it happen.

A Post-Party Party [MF]

Continued from *Getting Started* – links in comments

The remaining folks were in the main room, getting ready to spend the night in the floor and couches. Jessa and I were sitting on her bed coming down from our highs. The usual make-out started, and our tops came off quickly.

She loved having her nipples sucked, so while kissing down her voluptuous body I stopped and focused on her beautiful, large, pale boobs. I unclasped her bra and let her twins swing free – she grasped the back of my head to keep me on her breasts. They hung heavy and welcomed me in. I circled each areola with my tongue and gently nibbled on her erect nipples. I pushed her back onto the bed and continued to make out with her chest: squeezing and massaging her boobs, rubbing around them, kissing all over them, blowing gently on her tits.

She wasn’t too keen on being eaten out – or maybe it was just my beginner status that deterred her – so as I kissed and fondled lower on her body, approaching her pussy, she reached down and grabbed my cock to stop my journey. Jessa pulled me back up, turned and slid down under me to find my penis with her mouth.

Saturday Misadventures [fMMM…][exh]

Last Saturday, I attached a dildo to my bicycle. It was a cute pink thing, one of my favourites. I tied it down with string from it’s fake rubber balls to the narrow seat of my bike. I put on my shortest skirt and skimpiest top, and rode that bicycle—in more ways than one— through the crowded downtown streets.

Some people were too busy staring into their phones to notice. Some were in too much of a rush to look anywhere else then straight ahead. A few saw and stared, mouth wide open, at the space between the bike and my ass. They had expected a gap there, but found instead my bare pussy gliding on a wet dildo. Just thinking about this made my juices overflow. Each small crack, every little bump along the road shook the dildo within me, pushing it deeper in what felt like a thousand ways. I moaned softly, feeling the excitement from my pussy.

I stopped at a T-Junction, somewhere in the bad part of town. I got off the, lifting my ass off the slippery wet seat. I took out the bicycle chain and lock. With it, I locked my wrists around the closest lamp pole I could find. I leaned my body on the pole for support, pushed my legs back and stuck out my ass. Patiently, I waited to be used.

[M4F][Str8][Opportunity][Sex][Teasing][Yearning][Slow Burn][Orgasms]… Flickering Firelight pt2

She leaned forward a little, reluctant to pull away from me, but anxious to have more. And turning slightly, she unhooked my legs from her hold and turned to face me, legs tucked under her. With flushed and heaving skin, she whispered something under her breath, and reaching forward, she set to work on my shirt, unbuttoning, kissing, unbuttoning another, and planting warm, wet kisses. She took her time undressing me, enjoying the slow burning heat that was building. And before long, she wanted nothing more than to run her hands over my chest, to trace every place with her fingers, to then follow that same trail with her lips. And gradually, she returned to my mouth, teasing a little before actually connecting, all the while running her hands up, and over my shoulders to shrug off that inconvenient shirt.

[M4F][Str8][Opportunity][Sex][Teasing][Yearning][Slow Burn]… Flickering Firelight pt1

The pounding effervescence of music, began at last to fade just a little, as I tried to remember the instructions of where the bathroom could actually be found. Having stolen the chance for a smoke outside, in order to pause and reflect, it had indeed been a good night so far, a chance to unwind from the rigours of a hard week at work, with a growing flock of like-minded conspirators, determined to take a deep breath, and just at least, have one fucking good night to escape the grey and dull mundane frustrations of everyday existence. And what better way, than a friend of a friend having whispered that their best friend’s cousin’s girlfriend knows a colleague, whose brother is having a surprise party for his sister, and it’s going to be an open house. Just remember to bring a bottle. Or two.

OK… Let’s go.