Wish Cums True Pt 3: The Massage [Threesome (MFF), Cumplay, HJ, Mast, Oral]

Wish Cums True Pt 3 [Writer’s note: for those who tl;dr part 1 or part 2, I made a wish in a dream to be able to physically and mentally change myself and others. As a result, I went from a tall out of shape dad to a sexy hot model type with an insatiable lust for sex. Here is part three, where I start to really have fun!]

Now that I had the blessings of my wife, it was time to have some more fun with my powers. I thought about what to do, and where to go, and then I remembered Carrie. About a year ago I hurt my back playing basketball and I had to get physical therapy to get it fixed. Part of my physical therapy regimen was getting a massage every 2 weeks. My physical therapist recommended a massage spa across town and I went and saw Carrie for 12 sessions over 6 months.

I called up the spa and made and appointment and asked specifically for Carrie. The girl who answered said that the only appointment she had left was her last of the day at 4pm, so I booked an hour and tried to think of how I would get through the rest of the day until my appointment. Read more »

M4F Second attempt after critique. Let me know

Your heart rate runs a little faster than usual as you sit on the bed waiting quietly, mind racing to places you want to ignore as you try to keep a level head. The sound of the door swinging open makes you jump a little as i back through it carrying our drinks, the only sound around is the gentle clinking of the ice in the glasses. Pleasantries exchange as I hand you the cool glass and sit beside you, watching your lips moisten as they meet with the glass, leaning closer without even thinking about it and having to snap back to reality before you realise. I take a sip to try and cool my thoughts down, next to a woman like yourself though I may as well have been tackling a wildfire with an ice cube. Awkwardness passes as I feign normality, setting up a standard horror movie as we start to get comfortable. I barely know whats happening in the movie, too aware that you're here next to me, wanting too much, needing to kiss bite and lick. The sound of eerie musics grows louder until you jump with fear puling my mind from the gutter back to the bedroom, your arm clinging onto mine, i seize the opportunity and pull you in close, sitting you between my legs and wrapping my arms around you, resting my head on your shoulder as we continue to watch the poorly crafted film. Your fingers run over my hands, back and forth sending thrills through my body as if it had been electrified, are you teasing? are you just fidgety? do I tease back? Fuck it. Read more »

Car Ride [m,f]

In your Mustang, we drive around Atlanta heading to our preselected restaurant.

Me in a green dress, watching you drive, so serious looking in your button-up shirt and jeans. Eyes locked onto the road. You can feel me staring. I look down to see a bulge in your jeans. I reach down, rubbing your thighs… Feeling your bulge grow. Unzipping them. Reaching my hand in, pulling out your cock, hearing you gasp. My hand wraps around it, slowly pumping you. I feel the first drops of wetness on my fingertips, so I know you're ready. I inch backwards as you watch, confused. I bend over and lick your precum. My first taste of you. Yum. I lick your shaft and roll my tongue around the tip, paying close attention to the slit, licking it slowly.

You have both hands gripping the wheel as I wrap my lips around your cock and take it inch by inch down my throat. Making sure to taste and suck as much as possible.

My face buried in your pants, I gag just a little. But back up and go down again, taking more of you inside me, feeling you at the back of my throat. Read more »

S.M.O.M.S. (Submissive Mothers Organized for Mutual Support) [inc] [m/F] [mdom/Fsub]

S.M.O.M.S. (Submissive Mothers Organized for Mutual Support)

by DiscipleN

"H-hello. My name is Claire McBice, and I have been under my son's control for nearly two weeks." It's hard to take a breath after introducing myself. The small circle of women listening may be my last hope to escape dire circumstances. My marriage is on the verge of collapse. My eldest daughter has fled our home, and my youngest boy will undoubtedly, soon discover his older brother's crimes against me and his father. I am filled with fear, but right now I am more afraid of these middle-aged women huddling in the light of one candle, who may be able to keep me from going insane.

This group is supposedly one of many around the world comprising an organization in only the loosest sense. Most are in America where it started some time after the civil war. No one knows who started it or where it began, but it wasn't well organized until the fifties. Before then a few lucky thousands of women were helped. Now it's guessed that hundreds of thousands of son ravished mothers have been helped. It still isn't officially an organization. There aren't leaders. Most circles hardly know one other. Unlike AA, if you're lucky enough to be invited into a group, that's the only group you'll likely ever have. Read more »

Stage Slut [MMFF, bdsm, exh, Fdom, Fsub, huml, nc, oral, reluc, voyeur]

I was tied up. They kept me in my cage backstage, hands and feet always in cuffs, ready to be bound by cords. They were already bound- one of the guards had secured them half an hour ago. He… promised… that he and a friend would be back soon, to fetch me for the show.

They've already got me ready for the show. I'm wearing a new outfit this time- a black leather crop top, with a too-tight halterneck holding my large breasts. Leather skintight pants, with a hole cut into them, showing my black cotton panties underneath. It's uncomfortable, lying the way I am on the floor with all the leather, but I can't move. Not with the restraints.

"Hey. Slut. It's your turn." I look up to see the two guards smiling darkly at me, obvious bulges in their pants. One of them began to move a hand down to his crotch. "The problem is, we're not quite sure if you're ready to perform. We think you might need a little preparation." "No, I- I'm fin-" "Did I say you could talk, slut? Because I don't remember that. I don't remember that at all. You're not here to talk." Read more »

The Meeting [M/F]

I tap my pen against the hardwood desk, watching the clock slowly make its way past three o'clock. Sweat drips down between my breasts and my hair sticks to the back of my neck, making me feel even more uncomfortable and anxious to leave.

I glance out of the window, my torment, as I see all the people down below in the warm air walking up and down the sidewalk. It’s stampede season and the street is buzzing with excitement and activity, cowboy hats moving through the crowd like bees in a hive. I would give anything to be going to the grounds with them for an ice cold beer, but instead I am stuck here. Awesome. I just wish our 'guest' would hurry up and get here.

“What time is it?” My boss snaps at me as he glances around for the clock, which could be going backwards if it were moving any slower. He's anything but his usual self, and is fidgeting in his seat, looking very irritated. Read more »

Happy Halloween

I stepped into my heels and looked myself over in the mirror again to make sure I looked okay. My garter attachments could be seen poking out from under my skirt, and my black thigh high socks were perfectly attached. The tutu skirt I had on barely covered my ass and my corset top had my boobs pushed up to my chin. I put on my miniature apron and grabbed my feather duster and I put on my coat and went to my car. I pulled up to his dorm and looked around to make sure no one was around before I got out. My coat was longer than my outfit and I wasn’t in the mood to ask questions. I made my way to his room and called him to tell him I was outside, secretly praying that none of his friends showed up.

He opened the door as he put on the finishing touches of his sheriff costume. “I was gonna come get you, babe. What’s wrong?” He asked. Read more »

Published
Categorized as Erotica

My ex-boyfriend’s fuck toy. [mf] [fsub] [reluc] [creampie]

It's a Saturday night, and I'm running around my apartment trying to get ready for my date with Troy, my new boyfriend. Things are going really well, his calm and rational behavior a nice detour from the passionate, unsustainable fuck fest that was my last relationship. Troy is vanilla, but a girl needs vanilla every once in a while. He opens doors, slowly hits each base before slipping off my panties, and it's usually pretty nice.

I'm wearing a loose, flowing dress whose thin fabric clings to the supple curves of my body as if painted on in certain places. It's strapless, but the dark blue fabric covers my perky chest nicely, contrasting against my pale skin and drawing the eye to a hint of my busty cleavage. The skirt flutters against my bare thighs teasingly, and a little black thong covers my smooth shaven lips beneath. Long, dark brown curls spill over my shoulders, the thick locks teasing at bare skin.

I'm debating what shoes would be most sensible for the night when I hear my apartment door unlock and swing open. By the time I get over the initial freeze of surprise and cross my bedroom, the door has already shut and lock again. Read more »

The chemistry [M/F]

I see him standing there, in front of the building, waiting for me. My heart is racing and I feel my blood hot with desire. Something is about to happen and I am drawn to it like a moth. I lean in to kiss him and smell that intoxicating perfume. He places a hand softly on my back as he kisses me. I could do anything for that smell and that touch. I feel lost and high.

I would touch, but I know I am not allowed to. I would passionately kiss, but all of it is forbidden. I crave for the privacy of any hidden space. The elevator! I cannot resist. I put my arms around his neck and pull him close. I kiss deep, wanting and he responds by putting his hands on my waist.

We get off and I see that door. The door of a room where dirty secrets will be born and completely consumed, just like me. Read more »

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Categorized as Erotica

[mf] Girl in the flat window

My day of extra time finally done, I trudged through the grimy city streets. Each car that clipped my heels as I crossed a road I never even noticed. I was simply resigned.

Other students walked past- intoxicated and in a party mood, ready to go "out" for the night, to a club downtown. I walked past them all, and stared up at the wide, brightly lit glass windows of each flat I went past. Floor after floor, block after block, each filled with smiling young people clutching a glass of something or other.

In one window, a girl looked out. She was fully dressed up, in a beatiful green dress and with her lovely brown hair spread out around her head. I stared up at her, and met her gaze. Our eyes locked, and I gestured with my hand as if I was holding a phone. She was surprised, and hesitated, then instead left the room she was in.

I stood still and looked around, wondering what I should do. Then, just as I set off, the door of the house opened behind me. I span round to see the girl, who closer up seemed to have cried recently. She didn't say anything, but I walked up to the door and held it open further. She staggered out and brushed my chest. Read more »