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Quick Flash – I may need to get another job…Part 2 [Interracial][Oral]Masturbation]

I may need to get another job – Part 1

Katie,

Last night was so frustrating! Jamal finished his last meeting and I waited around for him as he met with all the department heads. As he would pass by on his way to each department heads office, he would look at me and pout as if to say, “Please get me away from these guys!”

It was almost 7:30 and I couldn’t fake anymore work. You know how strict they have become about working overtime. I sent him a message that I had to leave and I gave him my number.

I ran home and cleaned my apartment as fast as I could and ordered in some food. At 9:00 pm, he finally sent me a text that he was going to be leaving the office soon, but then at 9:20 he sent me another text that he had a flat tire. At 9:45 he said he couldn’t get the tire off of his car, and he was calling a tow truck. And then at 11:15 he sent another text and told me he was still waiting for the tow truck. Read more »

Vacation – Part 8 of 8 ( mF mFF Inc Mother/Son Aunt/Nephew Coercion)

When I woke up, I was flat on my back, with Aunt Karen laying beside me; she had one leg draped across both of mine and her hand was under the sheet, which was pulled up to our waists, holding my dick. I couldn't see her face, just the top of her head, which was sort of laying on my chest.

Deciding I could get used to waking up to a naked woman stroking my stiffening dick, I stroked Aunt Karen's bare back. She responded by squeezing my dick and bending so that her head moved a few inches down my torso and closer. She was going to suck me, again! At least, that what it seemed like. I moved my hand from her back to the top of her head and, sure enough, she turned and rolled, pulling her knees under her to sort of kneel, curled forward, at my side, with her head just above my cock, which she had pushed the sheet off of. Read more »

Loving Him [mf] submissive female

This one is from the heart:

Before I met him, I was dying inside. My mind, which often betrays me, was at war with itself. Dragging me down to the depths of depression and anxiety. Telling me I was worthless. I didn’t deserve happiness and would never find it.

Then I met him and he revived me. He showed me how to have fun again. Made me feel alive. Gave me my spark back. I look forward to each time I see him, because I know we will find some way to have fun together. He's shown me how to like life again.

And he doesn’t shy away from my desires. He knows I want him to control me in the bedroom and he does. I want to bend to his desires. I want him to use me.

So last night when he took off his belt, wrapped it around my neck, and led me to the bedroom, I went willingly, silently. The anticipation of what he would do to made my pulse race and my panties wet. Read more »

Vacation – Part 7 of 8 ( mF mFF Inc Mother/Son Aunt/Nephew Coercion)

I woke up to the feel of a warm, slippery hand on my dick.

Kristin had left for the beach, leaving Aunt Karen and I alone in bed, after our emotionally intense bout of love making. But we didn't do anything else, together. Aunt Karen, who seemed pretty pensive, sent me to take a shower in the master suite while she bathed, alone, in the second bathroom.

I was pretty bummed, when I got out of the shower. Up until then, even though we had been forced to do things that were way beyond anything we would ever have considered, both Mom and Aunt Karen had seemed to be pretty much okay with it, or at least able to act like they were, which made it okay for me, too. Hell, to be completely honest, it was a lot better than just okay.

But if it was bothering Aunt Karen, I didn't really think I could continue. I had to put an end to the whole, insane situation. Read more »

Vacation – Part 5 of 8 ( mF mFF Inc Mother/Son Aunt/Nephew Coercion)

Kristin left us – Aunt Karen on her knees, me slouched back on the sofa with my legs spread apart and Mom standing off to the side, just as naked as we were – while she hooked her camera up to her computer and started transferring the movie she had just made.

Once that was started, she made an announcement.

"Karen, honey, I'm afraid your good times are over. You'll be spending tonight in your bedroom, alone, like all women should, the night before they lose their virginity. And, to make sure you are suitably eager, we're going to take measures to be sure you don't do anything that might ruin your appetite."

Kristin's measures turned out to be a full set of leather manacles, which she had Mom and I buckle on to Aunt Karen's wrists and ankles and then to the corner posts of the wrought iron bed frame, leaving my aunt naked, spread eagle and helpless.

"We'll order some supper, later on. Until then, we're going to leave you alone to think about tomorrow. Okay?" Read more »

Little taste of pleasure… [mf] [grinding]

So, a little back story… this stems from a true personal story (emphasis on stems), and for a girl who'd never even held hands with a guy before (even though I had a vivid imagination), it was my first time doing anything close to physically sexual. I actually wrote this a while back when I recounted the story to a friend, and was still feeling high from the experience. I could "tidy it up", but I feel that it captures how I felt at the time, so I apologise if it comes across as pretty amateur (not that I'm an erotica writer by any accounts anyway). Hope you can enjoy! ;)

I wasn't sure what to expect, so while we were dancing with a gap between us, I slowly backed up towards him, but stopped because my shyness overtook me. I was a little shocked when he responded and moved forward to close the gap, still dancing, now rubbing his dick against me as if he knew how badly I wanted it. I let out the breath I was holding as his hands firmly held my hips moving them in time with his own in the opposite direction, and my escaped breath turned into a small moan as his lips brushed along my neck. I arched my back slightly in pleasure, and as his hands loosened their grip, I turned around and ran my hands up his chest, winding them around his neck and pulling him back towards me. He gave me this look and smile that said 'You and I both know we want each other', and I put my face against his as he started to grind against me again. Read more »

Trickle [M/F]

I can't wait to see you.

I've been thinking about it all day. I caught myself in Chem class, wishing I was on my knees, running my tongue all over your balls. Making you shiver like that: it's intoxicating. I want more of it.

Or the way a small trickle of pre-cum just oozes out. My clit's throbbing, just thinking about it. You've no idea how much I love exploring your dick with my tongue. Long, smooth strokes, up. Down. Up. Up. Down. Mmm. You can feel it, can't you? I can almost taste your load in my mouth baby. It's a desert I'm drooling over, but first, I need to finish my main course.

Mmm. Remember the time I took your entire cock in? Inch. By. Inch. I had to practice in the bathroom so many times with a toothbrush, training my gag reflex. But the way you gasped when your dick pressed against the soft recesses of my throat…unf. It was worth every. Single. Second. And then I learned how to massage you with my vocal cords – remember that? Of course you do. I know you jack off to it. God, I wish I could jack you off right now… Read more »

Vacation – Part 4 of 8 ( mF mFF Inc Mother/Son Aunt/Nephew Coercion)

"It's true, you know," Mom said, as we waited for the elevator.

"What's true?" Kristin asked.

"My son is a motherfucker." Mom's tone was flat and unreadable. "No matter what happens, now. It doesn't matter if you send copies of what we did to everybody I know or destroy every second of video and leave us in peace – my son will always be a mother fucker."

"That's very true." Kristin sounded serious but was grinning from ear to ear. "Now, give the motherfucker a kiss and let's have lunch."

Mom looked almost sad, as she put her arms around the back of my neck. But she pressed her scantily clad body against mine, when she pulled me in to kiss her. It didn't last ling, just two or three seconds. But it was warm and soft and, somehow, just as erotic as the tongue dueling and spit swapping we had done, earlier. It was enough to make my dick, which should have been worn out, by now, jump to attention. Read more »

Submissive [fm] submissive female

Submissive

I love being tied up, spanked, choked. I love being at someone’s mercy. Surrendering control and obeying commands. Being the perfect submissive.

My preferences in the bedroom are a complete departure from how I act in my every day life. I run a small company. I have to give orders all day long. Make decisions that affect people’s lives. When I come home, I want to shed the business suit and become the person taking orders.

Despite my preferences in the bedroom, I married a tame man who wouldn’t dream of taking control of me. The whole thing scared him. He said he just couldn’t do that to someone he loved. But he could, apparently, cheat.

So I left him and replaced him with a guy who could be willing. We had been dating for a while and he liked to take control in the bedroom. I wanted him to fully dominate me, but I couldn’t bring myself to discuss exactly what I wanted him to do.

Since a picture speaks a thousand words, I decided to send sexy photos depicting what I wanted rather than telling him. So I put on a leather corset, leather thong panties, fishnet stockings, and leather high-heeled boots. Read more »