Brotan undid the lock to her collar and it crashed to Glinda’s feet. It had been on for a full day at that point and with it gone she realized how used to it she had become. The weight was gone from her neck, allowing to her to stand to her full ability, the tall beauty the gods had designed her to be. With the iron collar by her feet it was not lost on Glinda the freedom she had just gained. It was not just a physical one but one which felt all encompassing for her. For years she had used her sexuality to her favor, fucking the townsmen for reward or benefit, and the town’s women hated her for it. They were jealous their husbands had always watched her walking by in the road, their eyes running across her body and imagining how much livestock or firewood it would take to bend her over a table. But they were all now dead and here she stood. As a poor townswoman with her lack of nobility her best chance for a good life had always been to be the sex object of an upperclassman. Now before her, eyes full of lust and a fist full of throbbing cock, sat one of the most powerful men in the realm. This Ork chieftain was responsible for the deaths of likely thousands of men and yet here in his throne he was nothing but a horny man with a hard dick, waiting for her to give him release.
What $10 Grand can get you in Vegas, if you’re real luck. [m/f]
I was in Vegas this July for business. After the work bullshit was over, I went down to the casino around 11 PM and gambled. Normally, when I go on this particular work trip, I put $1000 of chips in one pocket and the winnings in the other. This time that did not happen. They would not fit in my pocket!
Long story short, by the time I was done I had $230,000 due to a huge run and a shit ton of luck plus sheer stupidity. I had no friends there to share my good fortune with, just me thinking of the boat I wanted to buy and getting giggly. I headed over to the casino bar and sat down with my pile of chips.
It was near 1:00 AM, I was wired. I had a glass of really good scotch.
I certainly noticed the brunette sitting about seven stools down, everyone and every thing noticed the brunette sitting seven stools down. No shit, straight up she was one of the most striking people I have ever laid eyes on- one of those girls you keep staring at. I think I probably looked over at her no less than 25 times in five minutes.
In Her Arms [Requested][MF]
As requested by /u/throw_away_my_life_
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“Hey sweetie, how was work?” Jane gave Tim a hug as he walked into the living room.
“It was alright,” said Tim. He nuzzled his head against her, taking in her scent. Tim didn’t mind that his girlfriend was taller than him— he liked the safety and comfort.
“You okay with some leftover pizza?” Jane asked.
“You know I love pizza.”
“Yea, I do.” Jane smiled and pecked him on the cheeks. She got up and headed into the kitchen, grabbing cold pizza from the fridge. Tim heard the click of the oven turn on.
“You know you could just microwave them, right?”
“What am I, a monster?” Jane yelled from the kitchen.
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Tim smirked silently in response, and went back to his phone. The two laid in bed together. Jane sat up against the wall reading her kindle, while Tim lay on her lap, looking at his phone. Every so often, Jane would absentmindedly run her fingers through his hair. This was their nightly ritual.
“Heh, says here masturbation reduces the risk of prostate cancer in men,” Tim read the article out for her.
[F] Why I started stretching my pussy
I posted an album a couple weeks ago showing my pussy and how much it has been stretched. Some people think it’s weird and LOTS of people have asked me why I like to stretch myself and so let me briefly explain. Before I had sex I was crazy tight. The guy who I eventually lost my virginity to was pretty big and even though we had sex before I ever stretched myself it was painful and I didn’t really like having sex. So I started to loosen myself up for him. I never really wanted to make myself really loose but when he found out I was stretching myself he told me he thought it was hot and wanted to help me which sorta started to get out of hand but the more he fisted me and stretched me with different toys and objects the more it became a hobby of my own. When I first started to see significant changes to how my pussy looked I stopped for a while because I didn’t like seeing it that way. Eventually I decided that whoever was going to be with me would just have to accept the way it looked bc I didn’t really want to stop pushing myself to fit bigger and bigger things inside me. To some people this may be weird and if you have mean things to say then I’d prefer you not say them at all. This is a link to the album I posted a little while ago in case you were wondering. Feel free to message me if you want ?
Hotel Getaway
I pick you up from your class. It has been a long day for you with your test and hours of classes, and I feel you need a relief. You get into my car and I kiss you and then whisper in your ear that I know you did a great job. You ask where we are going. I say nothing, but I hand you a blindfold. You smile, half annoyed half charmed, and put it on. I drive around, circling blocks, turning on and off the high way for no reason so that you get lost as to where we are.
We stop. I lead you out of the car, though a room where you hear pinging, echoes, and a lot of other people. You look confused, and probably worry what these people must be thinking. You keep walking and hear a “ding ding.” The sound is familiar, but you can’t place it. You hold onto me, pleading to for me to tell you where we are what we are doing. I you to trust me. We take a few step forwards. You hear doors closing, and then you body shifts up. You know the feeling and ask me if are we in an elevator. I kiss your cheek. It hushes. You. The doors slide open and we walk down a quite hall. The smell of flowers and bleach piercing the hallway.
You hear a card slide, a chirp, a door click, and I lead you into a room that smells clean and fresh. As the door clicks shut behind us, I kiss you, hard. Running my fingers through your hair, yet keep the blindfold on. I kiss you cheek, down your neck and back to your mouth. I kiss you again, soft, then I bite your lip and begin to undress you. I pull off your burgundy shirt, run my hands over your back, and then over the rest of your body. I tell you to slide off your shoes. You step out of them dropping a few inches and try to peek at your strange surroundings. I stop you. I unbutton your jeans, and pull them down along with your pink lace panties. On my way back up I kiss up your legs, past your knees, on top of your thigh, then in and hover hover your slit, letting my warm breath tease you. I let my tongue penetrated your slit and slide my tongue over your clit. I hear you shutter, and I get up to take off your lace bra. With that off I up your breast and bite the curve of your neck. I guide you over to what feels like a big soft bed to your knees. You still ask me what are we doing…I chuckle but say nothing. I strip, quickly, and push you onto the bed. I come up next to you and whisper in your ear, my breath heavy, are you ready. I pull off your blindfold.
You see us in our big room with 4 post bed big white sheets. I ask you again. You ready? You smile, roll over and bit me on the lip to provide your answer. I kiss back, massaging your lips with mine. I break away, get up and move towards a single bag that was already in the room. I unzip it as you lay there, half wrapped in white sheets, on your side, looking at me with hungry and excited eyes. I tell you to close your eyes before I turn around and come to you. Reluctant, you comply you indulging me, perhaps likeing the loss of control. I tell you not to peak…. I come over to you. You hear what sounds like an airsoft can spraying, and feel a light, cool, soft, fluffy substance on your chest. You are started by the sensations at first, the cold substance on your chest sends a slight tingle down your spine, but smile because your nose provides the final clue that its whipped cream. I tell you to keep your eyes close; I bend down and lick the whipped cream off your chest, slowly taking my time as I run my tongue over your body. You shiver slightly and hold onto the pillow behind you and dig your head into it with pleasure and excitement, as you are force to anticipate my next fluffy attack.
It squirts aging and this time you feel the sensation on your nose, you crinkle it in surprise, and smile at my playful gesture, I eat that too off the tip of your nose, and move down to kiss you passionately on the lips, biting as I release my grasp. I tell you to keep your eyes closed for as long as you can, and let the surprise take you over. You follow my command and feel the cool sensation along the curve of your neck. Here I bite. I press my tongue against your skin, licking and biting the cream off of your smooth skin. I bit from your shoulder all the way close to your ear just to make the feeling last. Again you bury you head back into the pillow, arching your back and clenching your fists with each and every bite I make.
You next feel it between your breasts and I lick it up sliding my tongue up towards your chin. I then spray each nipple, the coldness sends chills though your body as I can see by the newly formed goose bumps all over you body. We can’t have you be cold.. so I lick of each one, slowly, using the full length of my tongue as I press it to your nipple, rolling my tongue around the tip of them as I press, nibbling as I release. I hear you let out a deep moan of pleasure, chills still present on your body, but in a different way.
I tell you to open your eyes for where I wish you spray next I don’t want to surprise you… too much. It takes a fair amount of trust to be going where I want to go… You bite your lip, and nod your head in agreement as I hint to you want I want to do with my eyes. I spray first along your bikini line, licking from the bottom up, close to your pelvis but not quite. I then go for your inner leg and you moan with anticipation. I am so close to, you, but not. I then spray it on your pelvis just above your lips. However, this time when I go to lick it off I start slow and start at your opening, and I can tell how wet you are. I like all the way up you slit, my tongue pressing flat against your clit doubling back pointed then flat again.
I make little circles around your clit with the point of my tongue, and you begin to breathe deeply again, eyes closed, grasping the pillow, head thrown back, back arched and legs bend and spread. Your no longer fearful of my touch, but deeply enthralled in it. You bite your lip as I slide my tongue up and down, teasing you, finally getting the whipped cream. I come back up to your lips, kissing up your body as I go. I slide my hard self between your legs so I am resting between your lips but not inside of you. I lock eyes with you, asking for permission. As I look deeply into your beautiful eyes, and as you node with permission to enter. I watch as your eyes brighten with pleaser at my motion, and you bit me as you kiss. I give you a few more thrusts as you berry your head in my neck and I pull at your hair. I beak our embrace and tell you its your turn…. you smile with excitement hop up and take the can from me…
I lay on my back, close my eyes and wait for you to return the favor. Like me you toy with me. You spray the whipped cream on my neck, biting it off. You spray my chest and drag your tongue up much longer then you need. You then spray a line from the bottom of my ribs to just above my pubic line, your own little happy trail. You look into my eyes as you slide your tongue up and back down the line you just created. In them I see playfulness, passion, and a deep primal desire to go further, but you want to make me wait… You finally make your way down to the…base.
You manage to spray the cream down the base of my shaft and put an extra spot on the top. You put the can down and with one hand grab the base of me and slowly lick me from the bottom up, all the while staring into my eyes tell me you like what you are doing to me, as you see me bite my lip and roll my eyes, my breathing ragged. You then make it to the top and take me fully into your mouth, one hand at the base of my shaft the other on my sack and begin to move your head up and down. I exhale hard, trying not to squirm. I run my fingers through your hair and my breathing begins to increase. The sight of you head moving up and down on me, with the combination of the flickering and motions you are making with your tongue, drive me wild an I begin to pant you name each time you move down my shaft.
You look up every so often to see what you are doing to me, grin and keep going. I tell you I am close and plead for you not to stop. You do. Jerk. You get on top of me, kiss me, then get up backing away. I sit up for my hungry eyes to meet yours and try to bring you back down to me. But before I can you startle me, wrapping your legs behind my back, sitting just in front of my erect self. I pull you close to me, again placing myself just between you lips and begin to rub again, pressing myself against your clit. You shutter, bit me, dig your nails into my back and stop, signaling me to do the same.
You take the whipped cream can and spray the last bit of it onto your finger, staring into my eyes you slowly swipe it along your neck so it transfers the cream over, and you slowly lick the rest of the cream off your finger. Staring me in the eyes, you smile and whisper, come and get it…….I bite my lip with excitement, take a deep breath, smile, then attack the cream on your neck while I lift you up and insert myself deep into you. You moan with pleasure and tighten the grip you have around my back with your legs. I bit your neck licking up the last of the cream while I thrust into you, and you grind atop of me. I whisper into your ear this is incredible. We continue in this position for a couple of minutes, kissing patiently, massaging your lip with my tongue, biting each-others lips, and run my fingers through your hair, pulling it in a direction when want to bite. You do a similar thing to me, digging your nails into my back, every time I pick up the pace or thrust deeply. I whisper sweet, breathy nothings in your ear as we press closely in our lovemaking.
I break up our position for a new one. I roll you onto your stomach. I get on top of you from behind and spread your legs just enough to enter deep inside you from behind, you moaning and I trust every inch in. I pin your legs between mine and place your arms above your head hold them down as I begin to trust into you, hard, quickly and repeatedly, my heavy breaths in your ear as I thrust. I am able to bite your neck in this position, hold a play with a breast and even, with my other hand play with your clit with my fingers as I repeatedly, steadily, trust in and out of you. Your breathing increases and goes from pants to moans, I continue to whisper your name into your ear with staggered breaths of pleasure, telling you how amazing you were and how happy I am, and how great this is to be able to be here deep inside of you, you kissing you, feeling you touching your worm body. You tell me your close…
I flip you back onto your back because I want to see your eyes as you reach your peak. I renter you, and begin to pump away, your legs warped around my back and nails dig deep. You break our kiss and roll your eyes back, pulling me closer, and you begin to cry out as you hit your peak. I kiss and bite your neck as you call out my name and finish. Your ecstasy has pushed me over the edge, feeling your body move in orgasm causes me to pump harder and faster till I come myself. I whisper out your name as I stare into your eyes as long as I can.
Hot, sweaty, and out of breath we fall apart again and you lay your head on my chest. I kiss you on top of your head and hold you tight in my arms. You look up at me with your big deep eyes, smile and kiss me softly. I break apart, after regaining my breath, and tell you, “Shouldn’t we clean up, we have a nice shower…..Round 2?”
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She placed her hands around Shaheed’s neck and rode harder, faster, and more redundant. She tensed up, tightening her vaginal muscles around Shaheed’s erection, and sexed him in a way that she had never done before. To her, she was riding the streets out of him. If they were going to have a future together, this was her last chance of attaining that goal. She pushed on, riding harder and reaching back to massage his now oversized scrotum. Sweat dripped from her body. Her mouth was wide open as she panted heavily. She felt her build up swarming to her midsection in search of an exit. At the same time of her release, Shaheed let out an earth-shaking roar as he depleted his massive load inside her.
Rage fuck
After a long free day of fucking, laughing, eating good food and drinking some alcohol, me and Mr B were laying in the couch, exhausted from the awful heat that’s really rare here in Sweden. We were completely naked, sweating our asses off and tired from that and the food coma. It had been an awesome day, just hanging out with my best friend, lover and protecter doing silly shit. We we’re happy.
Catfight
“He looked at them both, made them suffer from the degradation of just kneeling in front of him, as the king he was. He grabbed their hair and pulled their heads back so they stared up at him. I felt that sting of jealousy that always comes with a hint of arousal. As it always have done. I could feel, without touching, that my pussy was getting wet. Mr. B was looking down on the other girls, moving their heads around for a bit. They were breathing heavily. “So, you little sluts. You want this cock?” S was fast at responding. “YES!” she almost screamed. A hard slap landed on her cheek and she made the cutest scared noise. “You call me fucking SIR!” he grunted. She started crying quietly, I could hear her soft whimpering and sobbing. Mr. B continued. “So, you want this cock, huh? Then you better fight about it” he said with the biggest smile I’ve ever seen on his face. S was again fastest and pushed J away, so hard that J fell to the floor. She basically jumped on Mr. B’s cock and started sucking it wildly, desperately. J recovered fast, got up and pulled S’s long, blonde hair backwards, held it down and started sucking Mr B’s cock, also desperately. He was so pleased, smiled from ear to ear and his cock was harder than I’ve ever seen it. I got so mad, I wanted to jump out of the bed, punch both the girls in the face and give him the blowjob of his life. But I couldn’t. My place was in the bed, getting degraded. Suffer. I knew if I did good now, I would get the load. On my face, in my ass, in my mouth, on my tits or in my pussy, I didn’t know for sure, but I knew that I was gonna get it.”
College Girl Swag (STR) (M/F) (IR)
“I had sex with a black guy and a white guy this weekend,” Nikki heard the other girls talking as she pulled her tight fitting lacrosse jersey over her sports bra, “The black guy was so much bigger.”
A chorus of giggles followed and echoed through the locker room before coach came through and brought a quick silence from the girls.
“Field in 5,” she said as she passed through the locker room and out into the moist Spring air, whistle in mouth.
Nikki grabbed her goalie helmet and followed first while the other girls, now whispering about sexual escapades, slowly followed suit.
Nikki was always first on the field. She had gotten quite a scholarship to play lacrosse, and with her in net, the team had actually done better than .500 for the first time in nearly 20 years. Her white-blonde hair was in a firm bun on top of her head and it bobbed up and down as she jogged out and around the track to warm up.
College Girl Swag (F) (STR) (IR)
“I had sex with a black guy and a white guy this weekend,” Nikki heard the other girls talking as she pulled her tight fitting lacrosse jersey over her sports bra, “The black guy was so much bigger.”
A chorus of giggles followed and echoed through the locker room before coach came through and brought a quick silence from the girls.
“Field in 5,” she said as she passed through the locker room and out into the moist Spring air, whistle in mouth.
Nikki grabbed her goalie helmet and followed first while the other girls, now whispering about sexual escapades, slowly followed suit.
Nikki was always first on the field. She had gotten quite a scholarship to play lacrosse, and with her in net, the team had actually done better than .500 for the first time in nearly 20 years. Her white-blonde hair was in a firm bun on top of her head and it bobbed up and down as she jogged out and around the track to warm up.