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[MF] Office get together
So this happen a couple months ago, true story, but this is how i wrote it so i could remember it and enjoy it every time i read it. It might not have the sexual description like most peoples stories, but what turns me on the most is the anticipation of a sexual experience.
Its late, I should be going home right now but I just can’t. I just can’t stop myself from driving back to the office to see you. We just had a fun night out, the whole office was letting go of all their frustration. It was a great time at the bar, everyone was in a good mood, people were dancing and playing pool, the hockey game was going well for the good team.
[MF] My night with the dominant South American. (Tall, handsome and hung like a f*ckin horse).
*This is what he wrote to me.. This is from his perspective!*
You’re on your knees in front of me. I’ve tied your hands behind your back… blind folded you.
…I’ll walk around you for a minute. Taking it all in. All the work I’ve done. I got me this sweet piece of ass tied up on my bedroom floor and my dick is hard. “You’ve done really good this time” I’ll tell myself. You’ll hear me give a light chuckle, my breath pushing out of my nose.
is he laughing at me? Do I have something on my face? Is he looking at that pimple on ass? Do I look ugly? I lightly trace the back of my hands over your breasts. I love the feeling of just grazing skin on skin. It really gives me a feel for the contours of your body. I walk behind you.
“Oh fuck yes” you hear me groan under my breath. I’m an ass man, through and through. I bend down and caress your bum and spread the cheeks gently with my single hand but not all the way. I give it a hard squeeze, I can’t help myself. I can feel it coming on. It.
Sold By My Own Damn Brother: One Of Many Forced Sex Stories
Sold By My Own Damn Brother: One Of Many Forced Sex Stories
Sold By My Own Damn Brother: One Of Many Forced Sex Stories! My brother is a nasty little fucker who is even kinkier than I am. I thought I took things a bit too far, but he showed me a whole new level of wrong. I was hanging out at his apartment, when his friend Cory came over. They went over to the corner to talk and I saw him hand my brother a handful of money while grinning. My brother counted it, smiled then said he’d be back in an hour. I thought it was weird and had no idea what was going on until Cory came towards me and grabbed me.
I tried to push him away from me but he said that he’d bought me fair and square and that he was going to get his money’s worth. That’s when I realized that my brother had sold me to his friend and that he was going to rape me and there wasn’t a thing I could do about it! Cory dragged me off the sofa and I hit the coffee table hard, making me cry out in pain as he began ripping at my clothes. I kept telling him to stop and hit him a few times but he was a lot stronger than I was.
[inc][Fm] Camgirl Mom get in too deep and money-hungry(long)
I’ve been a devoted viewer to Crystal web-cam show for a few months or, others know her by the screenname TrailerQueen86. I found Crystal just a few days after she started. She was eager to get and keep viewers. She would do things on the free cam that others wouldn’t, things like play the insertion game. TrailerQueen86 would pick a random viewer and they got the opportunity to select any item in her trailer for her to insert into her vagina. I have to hand it to some of these sick guys. They would pick out some random stuff. I once saw her the majority of a PlayStation 4 controller in her. She even tried to play a game while masturbating with it.
This is where some of these guys found out she has a 15-year-old son. Crystal tried to steer the conversations away from her personal life but; as the masses found more exciting cam-girls to watch, she was left with a hand full of dedicated viewers. I’d say about 6 of us watched her regularly. We had become familiar with each other and the taste of what each other enjoyed. We all contributed a monthly donation to keep Crystal behind the camera. She was constantly worried about money, we all felt bad for her. She didn’t an easy life. Crystal worked at a local restaurant as a waitress and was raising her 15-year-old son alone after his father left a few years ago.
Dom meets shy sub
Part 1:
We had been talking for a while online also having a phone call every now-and-then when I was feeling like she deserved it. We discuss her needs and my expectations I learned that she only had one partner and has been single for just over a year. Her partner never fulfilled her he just gave her vanilla sex but what she really craved was to be owned, to be used and to be treated like the little whore she was but she never got the chance.
We met at a bar halfway between us I ordered her to wear a red short dress that went up to her arse bit could still get away with wearing in public. I also made her wear a sexy pair of panties “I haven’t got any sexy underwear” she said when I asked her, being so innocent and cute she had never got round to getting some lingerie “just wear your cutest pair and I’ll get you some in the future” I told her. “Get there for 7, not a minute after and not a minute before 7. Be there in the dot” I got there early to see if she would be on time and got myself and her a drink to calm her. “I’m nervous but so so excited sir” read a text message at 6:45. This was the final message she sent before I saw her.
[MF] Becoming My Landlord’s Pet (Part Three)
I stayed as silent and still as I possibly could. Luckily I settled into a decent resting spot on my side before the opportunity to move was no longer allowed. Any movement would not only rattle the cage but jingle my collar bells. The added issue was that I had no idea how loud anything would be given true earplugs lodged into my ears. One thing was certain: my cock remained hard. I closed my eyes and steadied my breathing and thought about her feet rubbing those sheer stockings over my throbbing member.
I could hear only sounds emitting deep bass. The reverberation of a chair sliding against the wooden floor. A drawer or cabinet closing shut. Eventually I was sure that a door had closed, as a breeze made it’s way into the cage and sprinkled goosebumps over my skin. I was drooling at this point from my ballgagged mouth.
Utter humiliation.
Downing Abbey – Chapter 6
(Lucas)
Uneven whisks of heading-for-home traffic played in the background as we walked through the artsy alley, leaving the bar and the baggage that came with it behind. I had already paid the tab, and was not going to allow her another word about splitting the bill – both out of chivalry and practicality.
The brisk, windy night air rang the butterfly chimes overhung on a rustic, purposefully crooked café sign, and it was the perfect moment for me to warm her with a kiss. ‘Come here,’ I growled, grabbing her wrist and spinning her into me.
That shy smile didn’t escape my notice as I bit into her firm lip, releasing a naked moan that I inhaled with my ears. She was just putty, and it was obvious where this night was headed.
I couldn’t believe that his was the same woman that just minutes ago, was grabbing tissues from every table we passed on our way out to keep up with the tears. I was expecting to go into work tomorrow with bags under my eyes from consoling a crying client, and for a reason that I didn’t understand I was okay with that.
Story of J – Chapter 8
It was really hot that Thursday morning. Jenni sat fidgeting, sweat dripping off her nose, waiting for Connie. She told her to pick her up around noon at a dingy rundown wash-n-dry in an old abandoned strip mall on the colored side of the tracks. A place where she figured there was no way she’d ever be recognized.
She sat, her back to the large dirty plate glass window, in the middle seat of a row of beat-up baby blue, molded fiberglass seats, all bolted to a single metal bar underneath. Across the widow was painted Lee’s Wash’n Go in big white and red letters. She faced two rows of coin-operated washing machines, their backs to each other. To her left two long tables backed up against the outside wall, and on her right were the dryers. In the far back was a huge ventilation fan that worked only when the wind blew, and the wind wasn’t blowing. Below it was a row of deep cement sinks sitting on rusted metal legs beside the back door.
[MFM] Spitroasting my lovely wife with a friend. Our first threesome.
It never ceased to amaze me seeing a girl in that very position. Able to carress two cocks at the same time – looking so seductively and aesthetically at the same time. Kneeing on all fours, moving herself to get the full pleasure of having a throbbing cock in her mouth and another one deep between her legs. A thin line between being in control and being fucked hard from both ends.
It is something I consider one of the most amazing things to watch and my most intense fantasy – and just recently my wife and I made this fantasy come true.
I’m a white, brown haired, fit and muscular guy with a cock of around 7.5 inches. My wife in turn is just wonderful looking, cute brown neck-long hair, pale and beautiful looking skin and thick on just the right parts. Lovely B-cups and an ass to die for. Round, shapely, firm and incredibly soft skin. Thick and firm thighs ending in small feet with a black leather anklet. She wears glasses, which make her brown eyes stand out even more, followed by a black choker around her neck.