Blackmail Bitch Part I [fdom] [bi] [blkmail]

It is noon, 5th period….

Samantha Osborn has a secret.

It is not that she is a rich little bitch. Her family is possibly the richest in Boston. She goes to the best private high school, dresses in designer fashions and drives a Ferrari.

It is not that she is a lesbian. Everybody knows that especially the poor boys who are foolish enough to flirt or try to get close to her. Her acid tongue leaves them in smoking little piles in the hallways of her school. Most people have seen that happen at least once.

Certainly not the fact that she knows far more about a lot of people than anybody should. Her father owns a large security and detective firm. It is no secret that she has daddy wrapped around her well manicured little finger. What the princess wants she gets it is as simple as that.

No the secret hangs between her legs.

One time [f]un with an a[m]azing leggy blonde

Hi people, 1st time, long time. Here is the recent story of me and a girl I thought I got pregnant, she isn't so this becomes a pleasant/awkward/sexy story.

On the Friday I had decided, this was the time, I am going to go celibate, no fap no nothing for two weeks, the reason was because I had started to get a little sex obsessed, it filled all my thoughts, it wasn't healthy at all. That Saturday I decided to get just absolutely wrecked, rum, tequila, a lot of throwing up. Needless to say I didn't sleep that much. Sunday comes around and I'm quite hungover, I manage to sneak an hours worth of a nap in, nothing at all satisfactory. 3 o'clock rolls around and I get a text from Kiara…

The girlfriend and I [M/F][1st Person]

You grab my hand and lead up to your apartment. It's nothing new. I've to your place before, but somehow this just feels different. You unlock the door and I follow you in. We fall onto the couch. You're sitting across me, your legs draping over my lap. We make out for a bit as only young lovers can.

As we break away you lean back your head resting on the arm of the couch. I take it as a sign that you are one hundred percent tuckered out. I pick you up in my arms and carry you to your bedroom. I lay you down on your bed and kiss you. And the kissing turns into more making out. Your hands reach behind my head and pull me closer to you.

I move down to your neck, brushing your hair out of the way. I give you a gentle bite and hear you gasp. Then I move further to the center of your neck and kiss my way down to your sternum. I cant take it anymore and rip your blouse open. You can sew the buttons back on later. You moan as I kiss your breasts and take them in my hands.

CL hook up, new bottom gets an assfull [MM]

There is nothing like that post-fucked feeling. Walking around, perhaps making dinner that evening, feeling that sweet mix of soreness and satisfaction. It was a CL hookup that took a two days to land, well worth the effort.

The ad I posted listed my age, height and weight. The main text expressed my inexperience, but willingness to learn to be a bottom. "David" replied quickly with his cell number so I called him. We talked a little bit, he was guarded and non-committal. I told him I'd call again the next day just to "check in" with his interest. In the interim we emailed and exchanged picts. Seeing his sweet 7-inch (and thick) cock gave me the motivation to land this guy.

A few more emails and another phone call yielded his address and a time, just a few hours later that afternoon, he wanted me to come. I shower, shave below and do the necessary cleaning inside over the next 45 minutes, rubbing coconut oil over my smooth dick, balls and ass. It took a good bit of willpower to not bust one right there, but I resisted. I did finger-fuck myself with more coconut oil for a few minutes, getting my hole relaxed and ready.

[F]un with [M]y Best Friend’s Younger Sister

The title is pretty straightforward, but I lead in with a bit of a backstory so if you don't want to read that you can skip down to the paragraph that starts with "As I went to…

“I can’t believe I just got a blowjob from my best friend’s younger sister and it’s not even 7:00am yet” I thought to myself. This was shaping up to be a great day.

I should probably take this time to back up, and start from the beginning to show you how I got to that place. My best friend in college, Kyle, had a younger sister named Emily, she was three years younger than us. I got to know her from spending time with the family, and the talking between us never went past polite conversation. But in my senior year of college she was a freshman at the same school so I was able to spend more time with her as she was always over at our fraternity house for parties and hanging out. She was tall, about 5’11” and had shoulder length brown hair, with long legs, and B-cup breasts.

[M]y trip to China, and my sexy Mexican [f]lirt there.

I have decided I am going to try this out. This is going to be a >long story<, and that is just how it is, if you do not like it, I suggest moving on. Or go straight to the sex at the TL;DR. I have been a long time lurker and about 2 years ago I always read with jealousy, never believing I would get to experience such crazy things myself.

Some background about me, I live in a northern european country that happen to be the very one country the founder of IKEA was born in. I'm about 5'8 (174 cm), I have rather long, extremely curly hair and a pair of blue eyes. Body shape, on the bigger end. I would not say fat, but definitly chubby.

The following story is real, believe it as you wish, but I will clean it up a little. (No one wants to hear about cleaning up, problems and insecurities.) I, 20 year old male decided to go to China to study Chinese. I am a vivid fan of languages and I needed to get away from home due to a broken heart with memories that would not let go of me.

strange opportunities (first time plz b kind)

Life in a gated community can be challenging. Designing and building said communities is even more so. Let's take a stroll down Suburban Ave. On the right we have: Upper Creak followed by Asher Lake. On the left we have: Willow Terrace followed by la Sequoya. Row after row, on and on they go; houses, apartments, condo's each community walled in by 10 foot stucco fences. I designed each with: 60 units, a pool, community center, basketball, tennis, BBQ, running track and more. Inside each pocket neighborhood there are no fences. They have conjoined yards. You might think that this is strange, how do you know what is yours and what is not. What grass do I mow? Not to worry your HOA pays for this. All landscaping, pool, security, maintenance and other necessities are only a phone call away. Your children play in complete safety on the playgrounds, the pool has a full time lifeguard and if something breaks they have a full time facilities manager. Apartments are the least expensive with houses being the most expensive. The smallest unit is 2 bed 2 bath. Apartments range up to 4 bed 3 bath, the Condo's up to 4 bed 4 ½ bath and houses are up to 5 bed 6 bath. Apartments and condo's have parking structures the houses have either a 2 car or 3 car garage. When friends or family come to visit they can park in the visitor parking lot. The visitors do not need to worry about getting lost, the road is an oval. If you live in Upper Creak the road would be named Upper Creak Circle. The units on the outside of the oval number 1 to 35, units on the inside of the oval number 36 -60. So if you live in 2-D your unit would be the second one on the outside of the oval. You would live on the left-hand side after unit B. This is providing that they come in on the correct side of the oval. If they come on the wrong side the second unit on the outside of the oval would be unit 34. Every unit has a nice open air design; freely flowing from front door to living room, kitchen, dining room and flowing to the backdoor and out to the patio. The superintendent decided that since I designed and built the communities it would be a great idea for me to be the facilities manager. I have a team of maintenance techs that maintain each neighborhood. When a tech cannot be found I fix the problem. The superintendent also decided that I needed to be centrally located and offered me a 3 bed 2 bath house. My wife and I could not have children so we convinced her that a 2 bed 2 bath would be fine. Together we finally decided the house and utilities free for life plus a monthly stipend. I attend all HOA meetings in each neighborhood. My work is not limited to only household problems; any problem, anywhere, comes through my desk first. To say that I am well known would be an understatement. We are a city unto ourselves totaling 600 units. Apartments and condo's have either 8 or 12 'houses' in each unit. Some owners or renters think that I am the superintendent. They send me e-mail or talk to me about their financial troubles. I can only give them the business card for their HOA. I have only seen the superintendent once, when I was hired. From what I hear she spends her time in Hawaii or Fiji or some other island somewhere. This past year has been tough. My wife was diagnosed with cancer and within a few weeks she was gone. After that I became obsessed with work. Anything to keep my mind busy. I moved all her personal effects to the spare bedroom or gave them to her family. I keep people at arms length. Always friendly but merely an acquaintance at the same time. The HOA noticed, called me in for a meeting. After that I got a call from the superintendent. In the mail I got plane tickets to Guam courtesy of the superintendent. I gave my house key to my brother-in-law, advised him to take everything that belonged to his sister out of the house. Promptly on the day I was to leave a car showed up and took me to the airport. The driver escorted me all the way to my first class seat. I was in Guam three days before I saw her. I was having dinner when she came. She was dressed in a tiny bikini, wrapped at the waist with a sarong, flip flops and of course huge sunglasses and diamonds on her fingers. She waltzed in toting a daiquiri, smiling at the staff and practically flopped into a chair at my table almost knocking it over. Without a word staff was at the table making everything look fine. She sat quietly studying me before her dinner order and another daiquiri was brought. For my second time meeting this woman I was not impressed. She studied her meal and then looked at me. Her first slurred words to me: “I hear someone has been very naughty”. I got my wallet, paid my bill, said “Ma'am” and walked out. I heard her mumble something but I didn't care what. I went to my room and slept. The following morning when I opened the door to my beach cottage a young woman greeted me. She said her name was Tasi Talina and that she was an executive assistant to the superintendent Brandy Green. Tasi advised me that my bank account had been reimbursed for all expenditures that I had made while in Guam. The cottages, condo's and restaurant all belong to Brandy. Tasi also said that Brandy had left early this morning for Yap and she had made reservations for me to go to there. To which I declined: “I am not island hopping with Brandy.” Tasi: “What do I say to her then?” “I only want to go home, I'm a working man. I want to go back to work.” Tasi: “I am so sorry sir, Brandy has made it impossible for you to buy airfare back to the U.S.” “Ghad that woman. I'm going to breakfast.” Tasi: “Thank you sir.” Breakfast was a strange endeavor now that everyone knew I worked for Brandy. Staff practically fell over themselves to help me and no one would take my money, not even a tip. After breakfast I went back to my cottage to change into swimming trunks. When I opened the door to my beach cottage there was a young girl lying naked on my bed. I walked out slamming the door. Finding Tasi standing there: “Sir is she not to your satisfaction?” “Tell that…, tell Brandy…, oh Christmas” I sat down rubbing my temples Tasi: “Sir she is a virgin …” “That girl can't possibly be old enough.” Tasi: “Oh sir she most certainty is 18” “She doesn't look 18?” Tasi: “Sir, please. I can guarantee that she is 18. Not to mention that if you do not go, into that cottage, that girl will be in the red-light district this evening. Brandy will make sure of it. I'm so sorry sir but it is true. You chose to stay here rather than go to Yap and for that Brandy did this” “That b****” Tasi: “Yes sir.” Rubbing my temples I look at the cottage Tasi: “Oh and sir, she will be checked. There is a pill in there that will help you” “Brandy is the one that needs help, mental help” Tasi: “Yes sir” Pro 30: 18 & 19d: There are three things that amaze me–no, four things that I don't understand:… and the way of a man with a virgin Sometime after 6pm we emerge from the cottage. The girl kisses me and just as fast disappears. Tasi greats me with tickets to Yap. This time I accept. Dinner was uneventful and Tasi showed me where I would stay. I had a restless night. The next morning Tasi greats me wearing only a Pohnpeian skirt. I try not to stare at the small perky breasts of the young Tasi. Tasi explains: “This is how most women dress here on Yap. Shall we have breakfast?” “Oh we're together today? Where is Brandy?” Tasi: “She left for Fiji but wanted us to do a few things here on Yap.” “I see.” Tasi was right most females wear only skirts on Yap. I have never seen so many breasts of all shapes and sizes in my life. There was something about Tasi that held my attention. Maybe her golden brown skin tone, maybe her eyes, I don't know. I mean I’m a man surrounded by topless females of every age, shape and size, but I only had eyes for Tasi. I couldn’t explain it. We took a tour of Yap after breakfast. After a light lunch we took a boat out to a remote Atoll. When the boat left I knew I was in trouble. When the boat was almost out of sight Tasi yelled: “Come swim with me.” She dropped her Pohnpeian skirt showing that she wore nothing under it and ran into the ocean. I forgot about the boat leaving, undressed and dove into the warm, pristine blue waters. I haven’t had so much fun with a woman in so long; laughing, swimming and playing in the waters of a remote Atoll. After a while I noticed a shark not far from us. I showed Tasi and we quickly got out. Tasi was in no hurry to get her skirt. “Tasi what's going on?” Tasi: “Come let's talk” Still nude we walked to a small clearing where she got a container of food and drinks. I hadn't seen this before so I had even more questions. You know, women are intuitive. She walked close to me, placed a finger on my lips, took my hand and led me to a blanket where she sat. Without looking at me she got the things out of the container and set about preparing the meal. I watched and then finally sat. Without a word we ate and drank wine. After the wine was empty Tasi stretched her arms over her head, with a slight shake she stretched her back and then leaned back resting lightly on her forearms arching her back and raising her chest. Tasi: “You are a good man. We are naked and alone on this Island. Am I not to your satisfaction?” “I've heard this question before and I don’t like where it goes.” “You might like it this time” “Indulge me” “Did you know that there is a corporation above Brandy? They've been watching.” “I see” “I had to tell a few fibs” “Go on” She bites her lower lip. “The girl that was in your cottage is my little sister” “Wait, what? Little sister?” “Hold on. What I said was true, she would have gone to the red-light district. It wouldn’t be Brandy that put her there. The customs of these islands are different. Giving a virgin to an executive is common and customary. If the executive turns the girl away she is seen as unworthy and therefor has no future. Her family would disown her. She cannot get a job nor can she marry. Her only option would be prostitution.” “I see” “My sister told me about her time with you in great detail” “Did she now?” “Yes she did She told me how gentle and kind you were. About the shower you had together. About your hands and kisses. About…” She blushes. “She is quite fond of you.” “I see” “Brandy was on her way to Fiji by boat. She could not be found on-board this morning. We believe that sometime last night she went missing. All her jewelry and belongings were in her room. Search parties have been sent but they have not found her. The company is interested in hiring a new superintendent. As you saw from Brandy's lifestyle there are perks in being the superintendent. The boat is here lets get dressed.” Without another word we got dressed bored the boat and went back to Yap. Tasi:”Think about the offer but don’t take too long” “OK” I spent more time with Tasi. She showed me the properties that the company held. I was quite impressed. Yap, Chuuk, Pohnpei, Fiji, Hawaii, Guam, and the ones in the States. The company is in process of building more. Tasi and I had lunch and I gave her my answer, “Yes” Tasi: “Thank you sir.” She went to make a call. I went to my cottage to change into swimming trunks. When I opened the door to my beach cottage there was Tasi and her sister lying nude on the bed. Tasi: “I did say that there were perks to this job?” “Indeed you did and you are both to my satisfaction” I walked in and closed the door.

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Shawna: Roma Revenge – Part II – The Viking and The Lawyer [FF, FFF, MF, mast]

It’s funny how people’s minds work. I read somewhere that since the world’s become so online-connected, we no longer file facts the way we used to. Instead we file search strings. Ways to find the information. Usually it’s a good policy; if I look something up online (and I’m clever enough to filter out bad data), I’m going to get the most accurate and up-to-date information possible. It’s much more reliable than “I heard somewhere” or “This book I read said”.
Unfortunately this method falls short when you’re trying to find information on someone who is off the grid. There were no hits online for Lyubitshka Tokar, no information in the phone directories, no news articles, nothing. Not even a “find your classmates” or “free family tree” advertisement. The woman (I assumed it was a woman’s name) was a complete null entity. I won’t even mention what I found when I searched “gender change curse”. There are some real weirdos out there.
After a couple hours of frustration, I decided to go blow off some steam. Usually for me that means a hard workout at the gym. Under the circumstances, I decided a little normality would be nice, so I packed a tee and some drawstring sweats, pulled my hair back with an elastic – not a cute girly one, but the kind you use for holding a poster rolled up – and headed out into the world.
Everything seemed just a little off, and it took me a few minutes to realize it was because I was shorter now. Doorways were larger, handles were higher, and before I could get my car out of the underground lot I had to do a lot of adjustments to the seat and mirrors. Still, I was soon on my way, cruising the sparsely-populated saturday morning streets to my local gym.
I used by little keyfob to beep in at the entrance and nodded to the girl behind the counter, then headed for the changeroom. It was getting toward midday, so the place wasn’t too terribly busy. I dropped my bag on a bench and reached for an empty locker when somebody shouted.
“Hey!”
The other guy in the changeroom was reaching for a towel to wrap around his waist. I looked up just in time to see what he was hiding. Of course, it was nothing new to see a naked guy in the changeroom. You do your thing and don’t stare, that’s the rule. Then I remembered where I was.
“Oh shit!” I said. “I’m sorry, I thought this was the mens’- er, I mean womens’… uh, excuse me.”
I drabbed my bag and retreated out and across to the ladies’ changeroom. My heart was pounding and my cheeks were on fire. It was stupid, I knew it was, but still, I felt completely embarrassed to have seen that poor guy’s body, from his chiseled abs to his godlike glutes, including a brief side view of a cock as long and thick as mine had been yesterday…
And why was I picturing that? I shook my head. Just another naked guy, no big. I’d probably never see him again.
“Hey, are you okay?”
I looked over at the owner of this new voice. She looked about thirty, in great shape, and was wearing nothing but a pair of shorts and a concerned look. Her skin was glistening with the sweat of someone who has earned her washboard abs.
“What?” I asked, trying not to stare at her firm-looking breasts and nipples that were a little darker than mine. Not mine, Shawna’s. You know.
“You look like something’s wrong, did something happen out there? I can go get someone from staff if you need-”
“Oh god no,” I said, shaking my head. “My fault, totally. I walked into the wrong change room, and surprised some poor guy mid-change.”
She gasped and covered her mouth with her hand, a sudden motion that made one of her breasts bounce distractingly. “Omigod,” she said, “was he buff?”
I chuckled. “Well, yeah,” I admitted before I could stop myself.
“Wait, what did he look like?”
I thought for a moment and described him. It was easy, since apparently I’d filed a mental photograph of him for future embarrassment, as is the way with upsetting memories. “Uh… tall, with short kinda dark blonde hair, some stubble, sorta almost pointy jaw and chin, blue eyes…”
“Holy crap, I know him. Well, not know, but that’s the Viking I keep seeing.”
“Viking?”
“Yeah, I figure he’s probably from Norway or something. What did you see?”
I felt myself blush again. “Well…”
She stepped closer. “Come on, dish. Is he… you know, big?”
I grinned at her eagerness. “Like a baby’s arm,” I said.
We both got a good laugh out of that. It was weird, partly because she was mostly naked and partly because I’d never been friendly with strangers in change rooms before, but it felt comfortable enough so I went with it for now.
“So,” I said, “do you have secret racist names for everyone who comes here?”
“Just the regulars. I’m Katlyn, by the way. Call me Kat if you like.”
“Shawn,” I replied, sticking out my hand.
“Shawn?”
“Um, I mean Shawna. Sorry, my brain’s a little weird today.”
Kat nodded as she shook my hand, which suddenly felt even weirder than the half-naked chatting. “I know the feeling. You’re new here, aren’t you?”
“Not exactly, but I’m changing up some things in my life,” I said, lying with practiced ease. “My cousin goes to this gym, and I just moved in to watch his place, so I thought I’d come here.”
“Oh? What’s he look like?”
I described myself as I knew me for most of my life. She thought for a moment. “Maybe… hey Di, come over here!”
Another woman, this one with black curled hair and biceps that would make a superhero jealous, strutted over. Her skin was olive-colored and dripping wet; she was patting herself dry with a towel, evidently fresh from the shower, and she was gloriously nude. “Yeah?”
“You know that guy who comes here in the mornings? Kinda tall, chiseled jaw-”
“The Viking?”
“No, the darker-haired one.” She repeated my description of myself.
“Oh, the Lawyer.”
I coughed. “The what?”
“Yeah, that’s it,” Kat said, grinning. “I knew we had one for him. Diana, this is Shawna, the cousin-of-the-lawyer.”
Diana smiled. “Nice to meet you, Shawna. Remind me to get your cousin’s number sometime, he looks like he could go eight or nine rounds.”
This time I blushed for entirely different reasons. Kat laughed. “I can’t get a bead on you, Shawna,” she said. “You’re confident one second, shy the next. Give me your phone.”
“What?”
“Hand me your cellphone, please.”
I did as she asked and watched her take a selfie and put her details into my contacts. “There,” she said, handing it back to me. “Give me a call, we’ll do lunch. I need to figure you out.”
We exchanged our goodbyes and they both left, Katlyn to shower off and Diana to get dressed. I couldn’t help but watch Kat as she went, staring at her ass while she slipped the shorts off mid-stride.
“Yeah, it’s pretty great,” Diana said, scaring the crap out of me. I whirled and faced her, since apparently she hadn’t gone very far. She had put on her bra and panties and was in the middle of applying a stick deodorant to herself. “Don’t worry,” she said. “I won’t tell her you were staring. I will tell you that she’s single, though.”
“Uh… thanks,” I said, turning around and focusing very hard on the task of finding a locker and changing into my gym clothes.

Date night. [MF]

After having a drink in a bar, intimate whispers shared with each other, we decide to drive around until the movie starts. Placing my hand on your thigh instantly sends a warm, tingling sensation through my body and my mind starts to wander. You lean towards me, placing your head on my shoulder and wrap your arms around mine, placing a hand on my bicep and lightly clasp around it. The feeling of your fingers and hands on my skin is enough to cause arousal.

With some debate on what place we could go to that would be fairly secluded — a state park that is up a mountin– my hand slides up your thigh. Your reaction only turns me on as I start to rub. Your mouth opens slightly and moans start to form. The more I rub, the faster your moans come out. It seems you're enjoying yourself too much at this moment. The rubbing stops and the hand is placed back on your thigh. My pants are tight and starting to become uncomfortable from hearing your reactions to my touch. My focus is not on driving a car and more on the things that I want to do to you at that moment.

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The Sex Student – Part 23

Hi everyone,

Well this has been one heck of a summer. I'm just now getting home after 3 days in the hospital. I had gall stones :( and surgery…

Anyways, here's part 23, I had it mostly done before… well… rushing to the ER at midnight with really severe abdominal pain.


Part 23

I got 2 weeks after the orgy to recover. Frank had to be out of town so it worked out nicely. I got myself waxed on Friday, I waited as long as i could because of the soreness, but by then it was fine.

When that Saturday finally rolled around I took the bus to Frank's. It felt good to have some normalcy back. I got there right after 2, Frank let me in and I went to the bathroom. No enema kit was a releif, so I used the toilet and showered.

Frank was in the bedroom waiting for me, stroking his hard cock.

"On the bed Lilly, either on your back or doggy, your choice"

I lay on my back and spread my legs wide.

"Good girl, hands behind your head"