Last month my girlfriend (Sarah) and I took a short vacation to San Diego with a couple that we’re friends with (Ben and Allison). All four of us are in our late-20s, active/athletic, and have known each other for a few years from the girl’s working together. None of us had ever done anything like this before and even though I had always wanted to try a threesome or foursome I never expected it to actually happen since my girlfriend and I are generally conservative.
Tomasin Spitfire: Cyberpunk Gonzo
It’s riot season. Somewhere downtown a chopper opens fire. There’s a ripple of rubber rounds and the fat-mouthed thunk of gas bouncers. I was hit by one of those fuckers once, dislocated my shoulder. Hurt like hell. Bruised up like a rotten fruit. Once the defamation suit against me clears I plan to sue the corporation. From up where I am the chopper’s muzzle flare is distorted by the heat from the engines, sparks of light crackling above the dark and orange of the streets. I think of Halloween. It’s always Halloween here and you’d better watch out for ghouls.
I’m trying to see the place where I’m heading to, the place where I think I can get a lead on the Bitches. Yes, that’s fucking right, the Bitches. I got a tip from a cop I know. He said there’s this place called the Cunt and Razor where I might be able to find the intel I want. I took the cop’s cock out of my mouth long enough to tell him he could fuck right off, but he insisted it was legit. He even gave me a natty passcard to get in. Who was I to disagree with the strong – ahem – of the law.
[MFF] [Oral] [Blowjob] [Not your usual BDSM] All the power
“He is here!,” someone shouted.
The entire Nordish royal family, along with a stream of several dozen local nobles and officials, streamed out to the castle gate. Tetenia, the princess, walked briskly alongside her father, the king, and her mother and brother. Her friend Katda, daughter of a high-ranking local lord, was close behind, as were the rest of them.
Someone opened the gate and His Supremacy entered. He was wearing a simple, albeit luxuriant, red robe, and was flanked by two of the ten Queen Priestesses, as well as probably around twenty concubines, with officials and military officers and other members of his entourage behind him. There were a lot of them.
Tetenia, the King, and the rest of the Nordish royal family assembled nobles and others, bowed down before him. His entire entourage – Queen Priestesses, concubines, officials, and whoever else there was – bowed down behind him. He stood, surveying the courtyard for a minute or two.
He was handsome, Tetenia thought – lean and muscular, though not too muscular, and fairly young. She noticed a slight bulge in His robe. And He certainly knew how to make an entrance.
Awaiting His Orders…. (Should I continue?)
I walk into the room. Sitting in his chair…. He demands I sit. There are no chairs, except the one he’s occupying…. I think floor, then I see him stroking his member. I remove my clothes, “Sit Now!” Again, a demand. I want to be his good girl, so I turn, lowering my plump ass into his lap, roughly inserting his cock into my dry cunt, attempting to sit. Feeling the ridges of his exorbitant member, roughly invading my lips. His hand grabs my pony tail, pulling me back, hard. My body takes the lavish assault and I advance down his firm, liberal member, taking all of him into me at once. I almost protest, but I hear his gasp.
“I’m going to be rough and your going to like it!
I let my fiancé fuck my maid of honor [ffm]
To begin, we are a mid-20s couple who have been dating for a long time. We are happy and successful which aids in us having time to explore our sexual preferences/fetishes/etc.
About us: I have very long auburn hair, fair skin, blue eyes, and I’ve got a fairly small build (minus the fact that my bra size is 32DD—Which sounds bigger than it actually is).
He is 6’ brown hair, handsome, tan, green eyes, and strong looking.
Our friend has blonde hair and blue eyes. She is slightly bigger than me and very pretty. She has a more dominant kind of personality.
In the past we have had threesomes but this one was probably my favorite.
Should I continue? (BDSM, Orgasm denial)
My back arched, as the whip cracked down hard against my glorious ass. Most likely bruised from the tantalising neglect being given to me by my Master.
I have been strung up for almost 20 minutes, the ache in my arms and vibrations coursing through my body are mind shattering. The rope holding my arms ;high above my body,is fierce , biting into the flesh. A harsh tug to my clamped nipples sends electricity coursing through me.
I’m going to cum.
I can feel myself dripping down my naked wet thighs, Following tracks of the now hardened wax from earlier. My master greedily soaking up my essence with his piercing eyes.
“Please” I beg “let me cum”.
A hard and fast crack of the whip ensures my worst fear… he’s not going to let me cum.
I hear a flick of a switch and the vibrations are set to full power. I can’t handle this, it’s too intense… please.
I beg but it’s too late. Ive hit my peak and im about to cum…
When everything comes to halt.
“No please” I beg.
How I (M22) ended up fucking my coworker (F40+) [long]
I’ll start with an introduction first. I’m a 22 years old male, 1m80 tall. I’m pretty skinny and not muscular but apparently I’m still pretty good looking. I always make sure my hair is on point and I’m clothed pretty basic, but still a bit classy. I’m not the most extrovert person on earth but talking with other people has never been a problem for me. COnversations always go fluidly except with that small percentage of people and then it’s awkward silences all time.
Anyways, I’m a good listener. I can’t remember how often, even without asking, people start telling me about their problems over and over again. I don’t know why or how, but people feel comfortable telling me everything and in the end, this creates an emotional bond. I often got the feeling I mean more to them as they mean to me, because I’m only the listening ear most of the time, but this has come to an advantage a couple of times and as you could’ve guessed already: this story is one of those.
My college crush and I Part III. The end possibly. [F/25, M, 23]
(I’m posting this early because Adam just told me he met someone he might start dating but doesn’t want to kick me to the curb -.- )
Adam asked what I wanted to do since he didn’t want to force his way upstairs. I told him to give me five and I would take him to a cafe and the Asian grocery store. I put on a shirt, a hoodie, a pair of jeans and left. I looked like crap with my make up already half rubbed off but he seemed happy to see me.
We hopped into my car and there was an awkward tension. I drove us to a bubble tea cafe for him to try those tapioca pearls. He kept putting his face really close to mine and just looking at me intently as we talked. At the market, he held his arms around me from behind as I shopped and I could feel his cock against me. I could tell he was still trying to be respectful but if he had the choice, he would’ve pushed me against the cold doors of the frozen products, pulled my pants down, and fuck me to his pleasure.
We made our way back to my apartment. As soon as I set my keys down, he bit my ear. I shuddered but pretended I wasn’t turned on.
“So uhm, want to watch Netflix?”
“Yeah, sure.”
[BDSM] [Teasing] [Orgasm Denial] Inhale
“Inhale”
“Remember, you’re not allowed to cum”
You look at me as though I had forgotten something.
Earlier you told me you had never cum.
You said you could feel the tension building. You could get incredibly wet. But you could never get there.
You would just get frustrated, and your fingers would start to cramp, and it would be gone.
It was the same with the boys you had been with before. If you were lucky, they’d try for a while. But sometimes you wished they wouldn’t. Their egos would get so wrapped up in trying to make you cum, and you’d start worrying about them.
Or your poor ex-boyfriend. One day after he had been trying for hours you just sort of.. faked it. He was so proud. And not wanting to tell him, you kept faking it until you two broke up.
But that was in the past. Right now you’re on your knees in between my legs, as I sit on the couch. There’s a black bag on the couch next to us. You’re in just a bra and panties, and I’m teasing you as we talk.
Our cabin in the woods.
So we find ourselves here again… The week after the peak season has ended; in the same 4-bedroom cabin, with the 3 same high school friends… plus their spouses.
We’ve been taking these 5 day / 4 night trips for over a decade now. Neither of us are part of the assemblage of longtime associates… both of us being hangers-on, dragged here by our significant others. Admittedly, it’s been easier and easier to get us to come with each year, but we both can think of a few places we would rather be.
I’ve known you going all the way back to when you first started dating your (now) husband. I’ve always like you, in a friendly way. You were always fun, seemingly happy, witty, and smarter than I’ve always felt you should be, considering how beautiful I found you. Sure, we are Facebook friends, and we wish each other the best on annual milestones, but considering that our last 6 FB chats consisted of identical, “Happy Birthday!!!” messages, repeated back on a 12-month cycle, I would consider us acquaintances, more than friends.
But, this year seems different… Tonight seems different.