Daddy’s Princess, Part 1 [Fm] [DD/lg] [cuckqueen/Cuckcake]

Would love to hear what people think of my writing. I’m considering changing it around to 3rd person; it was originally written *for* someone, so it’s 1st for now.

It’s early evening when you arrive on my doorstep, 7:45 – earlier than I suggested, but not too early. Anke left not that long ago to go out with friends, just as we planned. I hear the soft knock at the door, and a thrill dances through me – you’re here.

I force myself to keep composure as I open the door; I promised myself that I would keep my gaze on your pretty face, but my eyes betray me and I drink in the whole, amazing view. You’re standing there with a totally innocent smile on your face, hair flowing down your shoulders. Your pretty dress, white with a cherry print, not too short, but not knee length either. White knee socks and red pumps accentuating your incredible cuteness.

My cock already bulging, I step aside and invite you in. “Hey, Princess. Lovely to a see you. Come on in and make yourself comfortable”, I smile sweetly. I close the door and follow you into the living room; as you make yourself comfortable, curling your legs under you on the couch, I ask, “can I get you a drink or anything?”. Read more »

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[META] Multipart stories and you: A tale of navigation link comments

Seeing as how there are a lot of multipart stories going on, I thought I’d share a quick tip.

Those of you who have been reading Wild Roses or Through the Fog may have noticed the navigation link comments; a useful addition to any multipart story to be sure.

As such, please have the comment template I have been using for Wild Roses; take it and use it well.

Part X of Story Name

[First](URL OF FIRST PART) – [Previous](URL OF PREVIOUS PART) – Next – Last

This comment goes on every part of the story as it’s published, and when the next part is released, it’s edited and the “Next” is replaced:

[Next](URL OF NEXT PART)

The same goes for “Last” when the story is concluded, so that involves a bit of an editing spree.

[FM] Wet dream leads to violent fucking.

So this just happened this morning. Every time when she gets up to get ready I would always get woken up too and just lie in bed to wait for my turn to use the bathroom. This morning when she came back from the toilet I got woken up, and it was all normal at first until I reached into my pants to give my balls a scratch, I quickly realized that there was a big wet patch on my thigh.

I knew what it was, but the more shocking thing was the cum wasn’t the normal sticky type it was just gooey and not sticky at all. The wet patch was still warm that meant that I just ejaculated before waking up. It turns me on immensely. My wife was at her make-up table topless except for wearing her office skirt and the left nipple ring. I called her over.

Upon seeing me, my wife then asked me if I was so horny that I had to jack off all over myself. While she was passing me some tissue to clean up I told her to give my cum a taste. She was reluctant at first but I insisted, she then playfully grabs my cock and gave it a few hard jerk thinking that I just ejaculated that my cock would be very sensitive. Read more »

MARISOL IS BACK with a Bang~or should I say Bang from the Back? [MF]

BUENA YOU GUYS! I know I haven’t posted in a while but you can believe I have even more treasure to add to my arsenal. Also, G PUT A RING ON IT! :) Just because it’s been so long, I’ll give a quick recap of what my man and I look like. My man, G: 24, Just under six foot, dark brown hair cut short (Army), permanently perfect, deep olive skin (he’s Native American), brownish-hazel eyes, and I’m pretty sure he doesn’t have n ounce of body fat on him. In fact, the only fat thing on him is the national fucking treasure in his pants. I will brag about this until I die, because he has the largest, nicest, magical cock in the universe. Easily 7 inches, definitely a handful. Best I’ve ever had, all I’ll ever want. It’s that good. Not to mention the rippling muscles under every inch of skin on his body. ME: 25, 5’3″, petite, flat stomach, toned everything else (fitness addiction), Mexican/Cuban/Puerto Rican hybrid with deeply tanned skin and thick, dark, richly brunette hair that tumbles down to my ass cheeks. Full, plump lips and eyes so dark brown they look black. Small tits, round ass, COVERED in tattoos and piercings. (Both shoulders, one half sleeve on my left arm, ink spilling down my back, up my abdomen, on my ribs on both sides, curling under my breasts, navel and nose ring, a stud under the left side of my lower lip, about six earrings in each ear, and my right nipple.) Oh, and I’m kinky as fuck, biting, scratching, hair pulling, spanking, hard, rough, you get the point. Also, I feel like I have to project the statement that this story is actually true, because for some reason I don’t believe half of these anymore… which is fine, but I mean if you want to write fiction, try another subreddit? LET’S DIVE RIGHT IN I HAVE NO PATIENCE I’ll start with our most recent earth-shattering fuckfests. LET’S BEGIN!
We hadn’t seen each other in two weeks, and seeing as my sex drive is so high that the WIND BLOWING gives me a raging lady-boner, I was desperate to have G’s cock inside of me. We had sexted a few times, each time giving me a little more of a glimpse into his kinky side. He told me all the things he wanted to do to me the next time he got me alone, swapped a few pictures…I wanted him so badly that every part of my body was aching and swollen for him. He sai be was going to ravage me when he got me home. Then that Friday finally came…
We get into his apartment, I set my bags down and go up the three little stairs into the bathroom. Once in there, I begin the process of letting my hair out of the twist I had it up in, held together with three hair ties, four pin-clips, and one regular clip. Thankfully, I had tightly braided one side of my head back, so It wasn’t a mess when it came loose as I took my jacket off, whipped my shirt off, and took off the high-waisted black shorts and leggings underneath. I put the jacket back on, but now all I had on was a pair of crimson-red lace cheekie panties. I ran one hand down them to feel how wet and ready I already was for him. I checked my dark red lipstick in the mirror, saw how the gold barbell in my hard right nipple gleamed against my skin, and smiled to myself as I turned to open the door…
I nonchalantly walked back down into the kitchen and G looked up, frozen for a second, staring. So I pounced. I pressed myself against him, sliding one hand up behind his neck and the other to feel him through his jeans- he was already hard. He kissed me back ferociously, one rough hand grabbing a handful of my ass, the other tugging my wavy hair. He bit my lip as he spread my ass with that one hand to slide his hand between my cheeks to feel how wet I was. We groaned in unison as he touched my soaking slit through the lace, and he separated his lips from mine to roughly kiss my neck, shoulders, chest. He took one nipple into his mouth as he slid my panties aside and pushed a finger into me. (It had been two weeks. I’m tight.) I exhaled sharply, thankful that he had turned the TV on very loudly so the other people in the apartment building wouldn’t hear us. He practically growled as he kept fingering me, me getting wetter and wetter. Then he took control. He stood up straight, pulled my jacket off, and I was about to drop to my knees so that I could finally taste him when he said: “Kneel on the steps to my bathroom. Get on your knees. I need to taste you.” I almost came right then. “Yes, daddy.” I breathed as I turned, walked to the steps and did as I was told (for once in my life). My pussy was as exposed as its ever been, with me on all fours, my knees resting on the middle step and the rest of me draped over the fluffy bathroom mat, in the full light of the kitchen and bathroom. Not to mention that I, me, Marisol Jimena, was playing the sub! And holy fuck, I’m glad I did.
G took a minute to tease me…running his hands over my ass, up my back, then back down. I moaned lightly, feeling the goosebumps he was giving me. A moment of loaded silence, he ran the tip of one finger over my aching, wet slit, my breath caught and my back arched, and THEN I felt the tip of his hot, warm tongue slowly trace from my clit to my pussy. I could not control the moans that escaped my lips. He flicked his tongue lightly on my clit, and then BURIED his face into my pussy. He spread my ass so that he could clearly see my cunt, groaned at the sight of it, and began to tongue-fuck me, his tongue forcefully pushing in and out of my pink pussy, hard, fast, holding me open with both hands on my ass and me screaming into the floor. He was relentless, sucking hard on my clit and groaning with a mouthful of my pussy. He had me out of breath, panting, saying “oh fuck daddy, yes daddy, please don’t fucking stop, daddy” I could feel myself getting close, I was clawing at the floor, moving my hips in rhythm with his tongue as he held me in place by one arm around my thigh and the other grabbing my tit, pinching my nipples hard- just how I like it. He practically growled into my slit as I came, slowing to long, deliberate licks and moaning with me as he tasted my cum, lapping up every drop. After that I NEEDED his cock. No other word. NEEDED it. He helped me up from the steps and we made our way to the couch. I pushed him onto the couch so that he was sitting up straight, feet on the floor. I exhaled sharply at the sight of his dick, harder than I’d ever seen it, the tip seeping with pre-cum, rock hard and just for me. I got to my knees and crawled to him, my hair trailing on the floor, coming up between his legs and licked from his balls up, lapping up that pre-cum while looking him right in the eye. I got on the couch next to him and deepthroated him a few times as he started working a finger inside of me. I took him all the way into my throat and ran my tongue over his balls while his head rubbed the back of my throat. He pulled me up by my hair, growled something about needing to be inside of me. He stood, I stood, and he walked me to the rug and told me to lay on my back. I laid back and let my knees fall apart, sliding a hand down to play with my wetness and rub my clit while he watched. I grabbed one of my own tits, he couldnt hold back anymore and knelt between my legs. “Yes daddy please, can I please have that cock now, please fuck me” He was so hard, I was so tight, but I was wet as fuck and we both groaned with ecstasy as he sank himself inside of me, stretching me out, balls deep, in to the hilt- the tip bumping against my cervix. That’s a hint as to how blessed he is.
He started off surprisingly slow, said he wanted to see every inch of himself being gripped by my pussy lips. I relished every second. Pretty soon though , the sound of my wetness coupled with the continuous slapping of his skin against mine. I straddled him next. Had him sit up straight, ran the head of his cock up through my lips to my clit, watched him close his eyes with pleasure. He exhaled a long, desperate breath…then I slid my knees apart and took all of him. We both gasped, he took one of my hard nipples in his mouth, and I rode him slowly but deeply, using every muscle in my hips and abs, rolling my body, starting to lose my breath, the combination of his mouth and teeth on my nipple and how deep I could feel him inside of me. All he had to do was breathe “fuck.” in my ear and I came HARD, losing rhythm as I tossed my head back, and G used those gorgeous arm muscles to keep me in place, roughly grinding me back and forth so that he could feel every pulse around his cock. Then he threw me back on the floor, held one knee by my shoulder, (I’m very flexible :) YOGA) and pounded the FUCK out of me. I came like four times, I didn’t think it was possible to have another orgasm… but then he started losing himself in pleasure, and spoke: “I wanna cum baby girl. You’re so fucking tight, I want to come. ASK ME FOR IT.” “Oh fuck daddy please, I want your cum in my pussy so badly, please fill me up daddy this is YOUR pussy, take it, claim it, fill me up.” And he did. The feeling of his hot cum filling my pussy triggered another orgasm of my own, so that my pussy was practically milking his cock for all that hot cum I had just begged him for.
We ended up on the floor, sweating, gasping for air.
That’s just one of the many stories I have to share…. maybe next time I’ll tell you guys about the time he fucked my ass. Read more »

My [F]irst ti[m]e submitting to a stranger…

My First Dom/Sub Encounter With a Stranger

For the privacy of this story, I am going to use the names Jenn and Will. I am Jenn, a 24 year old Female with a high sex drive; that is not an exaggeration. For the longest time, I thought there was something wrong with me in the fact that I was never satisfied or always desired more. As far as my looks go, I would describe myself as a curvy and well-proportioned woman. Some have always described me as, “A cute face, little waist, with a big behind.” Yes, that is from a rap song but it totally fits me well. I have the perfect curves that give a man something sexy to grab. Getting back to the story…(He would describe her as being petite, with a perfect bubble butt and perky tits on a slim frame, 5 foot 4 and a beautiful face) Read more »

Out of Character (Bondage) [MF]

I am a gentle man. I am slow to anger…happy…excitable. The tail wagging, overly affectionate labrador waiting at the door with a smile for my wife’s return. I wouldn’t call myself submissive exactly…I just absolutely adore my wife. Sex with her has always felt like something of an act of worship…an offering of my body, and sweat and strain answered with the joyous sound of her gasps and moans…her trembling legs wrapped around my shoulders…her hands clawing at my hair as she pulls me closer…her hips bucking hungrily against mine…But, I must admit, no one would ever call me dominant….I tell you this because it is relevant to the events of the past week. So: Read more »

Written for a “difficult” friend

I see you. Your body is beautiful in all of its feminine glory. Our play has left us flushed, our hearts pounding out the rhythm of our passion. I can’t get enough of you, every curve and valley of your flesh sings to me. My body yearns for your flesh, my hands savoring the textures as they caress you, roaming along the lines of your form.

I can feel your need. I can feel you reaching for release that is just beyond reach. It’s a beautiful sight. I am engrossed in your journey, pouring sensation into you with all the skill I possess, tantalized by the slow boil of your lust.

I hear your breath, shallow but heavy. Your lungs an engine of desire. I feel your hips thrust up, legs tensing as your body strains for climax. Those short breaths start coming with delicious little pauses between them, longer and longer. Your eyes screwed shut tightly as you hover just at the edge.

I also see when your orgasm dances away from you and you collapse, frustrated and disappointed. I see the moment your anxiety and insecurity hit you as you feel shamed for not cumming. I see you struggle, expecting me to be angry or frustrated or too tired to bother with you anymore. Read more »

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