Beta Test – Part 1 [F]

The large box certainly looked out of place. Sure, it was sitting on the stairs where the mailman usually left packages. And sure, it had a clear address label on its top. But it didn’t look like any package Erin had ever received before. The 2-foot wide box was shaped like a cube and was jet black, with no apparent flaps or openings.

The box did have her name clearly printed on the top: Erin Feston, 119 Palm Blvd, and so the young woman who had just gotten home from work bent over to pick it up. The box was made of some hard plastic material and was heavier than Erin expected. She was able to get it up and into her house, wondering who on earth could have sent her such a box.

Erin set the box down in her living room with a grunt of relief and set about trying to get the thing open. There wasn’t a single discernable opening on any of the box’s six sides, and the hard plastic felt like it might be quite difficult to cut. There wasn’t even a return address listed, just the label with her own address. Since that label was the one thing that seemed removable, Erin pulled it off, and was rewarded by finding a note on the back that read:

Surprise Encounter Part 6 (set up to next scene)

I lean against the bathroom door and bury my face in my hands. I am torn between screaming and breaking something. I hate how easy it is for her to make me come unhinged. She is the one who left. Who does she think she is waltzing back into my life like nothing has changed? I slow my breath and feel a small tear run down my cheek.

“Perfect,” I whisper to myself feeling defeated.

This was going so well apart from the horrible feelings of loss and missed opportunities. I walk to the sink and splash some cold water on my face. I feel better already. I grab a clean pair of boxers from my closet and fix my hair in the mirror.

Time to face the music.

When I open the door she was nowhere in sight. I survey the messed up sheets on my bed and hear a rustle near the front dear. I quickly round the corner and see her topless in her bra and jeans holding her shoes. I catch the door just as she is opening it. I push it shut pinning her between me and her escape. I spin her around to face me.

Surprise Encounter Part 5 [Mf]

I emerge from the bathroom to find her in my bed. I smile, taking in the sight. She is face down in the pillows breathing softly. I run my hand over her knee highs as I approach. Softly I caress her ass and she shudders slightly as I trace the handprint that remains. As I make my way up her back she moans quietly into my pillow and wiggles her ass. And like that, I want her again. I lay down next to her and she turns to reveal a sly smile.

“You look like the cat who got the canary,” I muse.

“I feel like that cat,” she laughs and buries her head in the pillow.

I am weak, but blissfully content. I would fuck her again in a second, but I need to hold back at least for now. I place my hand on her back and feel the rhythmic rise and fall of her breathing. I forgot how much I miss little moments like this. Her smell, her warmth, her breath can all be very intoxicating.

“These pillows smell like you,” she mummers through the fabric.

Dennis Goes Camping Part 1: The Swamp M/F

Camping. Jim wanted to go camping.

Dennis hadn’t been camping since he was thirteen. So almost a decade ago. He associated it with screaming former drill sergeants and forced push-up regimes. He didn’t associate it with nature. Fuck no.

Mistress of the Secret Room [Str8][FM][FDomme][BDSM]

Eight days ago, the record label sent me to Oregon to prod our reclusive star musician into finishing his album. In Shane’s secluded mountain house, behind a wall of his sound booth, I discovered his secret room; a torture chamber of sorts in which he likes to be dominated. It was a shock to this vanilla girl, but I’ll do anything to get this damn album finished. It’s tough being a female executive in the music industry and I need to bring this album back to L.A. to keep my job. If being dominated inspires his music, then that’s what I’ll do.

Another morning dressed in shorts and a sweatshirt on the back deck drinking coffee. When is he going to finish? I got up, went inside the house and walked down to his studio in the basement to see how his progress was going. Shane was in the sound booth, reclined in a executive chair, smoking a cigarette as he looked at bimbo internet models on his phone. He was swiping away, building a stable of bikini photos from women in Portland on his phone. That is until I snatched the phone from his hand.

Consensual Non-consent [MF, bd,Mdom,nc]

“Please!”
“No!”
“Pleeeease!”

I sigh. My girlfriend, a skinny 5’2, looks at me with wide pleading eyes. She’s dark haired, dark skinned. Half persian, half swedish. A bombshell.
“Katy I’m not raping you in the bathroom!”
“Other couples have quickies in the bathroom!”
“Other couples couples can have sex without handcuffs!”
“Please! It’s been days. You’re so good at it! I don’t care if you hurt me a little, I need it…”

I sigh. It had been days. With Katy’s friends staying over, we hadn’t wanted to risk one of them bursting through the bedroom door or calling 911. But now they were on the other side of the house, and the bathroom was large, and surrounded by thick walls… Katy was smiling now.

“My eyes are up here Katy”

“Is that a yes?” – She’s not speaking to my face. One finger traces a long path along the denim of my jeans. I can only groan in assent.

Car ride with daddy [str8][Mdom][oral][inc][voy]

The shops are all closing and you are wearing your new dress that daddy has bought you. You spin around in it, enjoying the way is flies in the air. You love the cute floral pattern and the way you feel in it. You can’t help but walk in front of him and lift it up a bit, showing off the cute pair of panties underneath too. Just to tease him.

Down the street you walk and to the car you head. You make a run for the car and hop inside, ready to head home for the evening. It was a wonderful day and now you wanted to have a lovely evening with him all alone.

He gets to the car and sits down. He turns the engine on and sit there. His hand moves to your lap and up your leg. His fingers find your panties and rubs just in the right spot to make you moan in delight. You love when he touches you like that. You little clit tingles and makes you pant lightly. You can feel as your undies get wetter and wetter. He never slips underneath them though. He only keeps rubbing them. You’re so close to finishing, just with the way he circles that spot. Only one more moment and then you release.

Last minute [Mf][bdsm][bound][gagged][cuck][bd]

Her body is accepting, though the quiver says that she is till scared of what is to come. Bother of her legs are bound and spread wide. Each time she wiggles, the feeling of rope chaffs at her skin. Her arms in the same predicament makes for the anticipation more exhilarating.
Then next thing she feels as she lies there ready to accept whatever is to come next is the arm hands grasping hold of her thighs. The full weight of the man baring down on her now. Tonight he moves in quick. His cock buries itself deeply inside her soaking pussy as she moans and bite her lip. He rides her relentlessly until the feeling of warm cum spilling inside of her makes her release.
He stands up. He walks around the bed to the head of the bed, where the girl waits eager for the next fuck. His hand pets her cheek and then her head. He is gentle and tender to her face and breast for a moment. The girl moans in delight and smiles. The man pets her head a moment more, before firmly grabbing hold of her hair by the roots and pulling her head back.
With his free hand, the man finds the girls jawline and forces her mouth open, though little effort was needed to do this. She was an obedient girl after all and will always do as she is told. The feeling of his cock pushing into her mouth makes her gasp, but them she is delighted. She loves to taste the mixture of juices of a good fuck on his cock. She cleans it, clicking it and sucking it, feeling his growing harder with each taste that she takes. Final, the man his hard and she feels him push deeply now.
Her ability to breath is limited and for a moment she panics as his cock forces its way deeply down her though. The instinct to panic set in as her air supply is cut off and then as she accepts it, she makes it go deeper. The man moans in pleasure and pulls out a bit and lets the girl gasp for air for a brief moment, before pushing it back inside.
He holds it there and releases. Over and over he does this and each time the girl gasp for air a little more. Though she may try fighting a bit, his hand holds firm to her hair and keeps her steady. Her chest burns for a full breath of air now and she feels light head. He can see it in her eyes and this is when he takes his next move.
His free hand fiddles on the bed as he continues is simple torture of her mouth. Finding what he wants and playing with it, out of the girls site, he gets it ready. A humming noise tickles the ear of the girl and then the delight of a vibration hitting her soaked clit makes her body arc. She moans on his cock taking one deep breath, before he pushes back down her throat.
She dangles on conscious and unconscious, but the feeling of the vibrator holds her there. The man begins going faster and harder. He is vigorous and wild. He uses her mouth like a tight pussy and pushes deep. The girl barely can help from fight for survival. When she thinks she can take no more the girl feels the man fill her mouth with cum, which she happily sucks down and then feel his cock go deep in her throat and hold it there. She wants to panic, but doesn’t. She wants to fight, but only waits. Her vision is about to blacken when she releases.
The man pulls out his cock and with a deep breath in, the girl cums, squirting across the room. Her mind is a blur and her body is recovering from the intensity. She gasps for air and feels her body collapse to the bed. The girl passes out feeling complete.

By the Balls (FM, femdom), Part 1

I approach her from behind as she’s standing in the kitchen, gazing out the window.

Her curly brown hair cascades over her shoulders and my eyes travel down her back to the gentle curve of her hips and glorious ass, contained in a blue and white striped maxi dress.

The simple act of appraising her body causes my soft cock to pulse in my shorts, shifting and growing in anticipation.

Quietly I arrive behind her and place my hands around her waist as I gently kiss the bare skin I can find on her upper arms and below her hair between her shoulder blades.

She tenses, then relaxes. I hear her inhale deeply through her nostrils. I brush the hair to one side and passionately kiss and bite at her neck, eliciting first a gasp and then a contented sound in her throat. My free hand’s fingertips move up her side and around the graze a hardening nipple. Her ass eases back against me, moving up and down against the length of my very full erection as I begin to take liberties, a handful of her right breast and a handful of her hair forcing her head backwards to expose more of her delicious neck.

The End of Susan Brown [FFMM][snuff][bdsm]

When I first met Danna I never really had a chance. I was a young first year engineering student enjoying finally being free of the moral authority of a small town in Northern Ontario. She was my Calculus TA, daughter of a Toronto Dominitrix and heir to a small fortune from her dad (mom’s client), just giving lesbianism for a try before settling down. Perhaps because of her upbringing there was this sexual predator aura around her. I’ll tell you this, there wasn’t a single guy in the class who missed her tutorials.

I guess because I was the only girl in the class she took a notice of me, and placed me under her spell. I always knew I liked girls, but where I came from that unspeakable. I am not sure if I was lucky or cursed that as soon as I found a place where I could be free, I immediately found someone who could oppress me.