Even though I make twice as much as him, he is still the man of the house. I dress myself in a mini satin nighty every night in hopes of pleasing him. But I feel like he’s barely ever looked beyond my 34Ds. My tits stood firmly on my slender frame and my wide hips gave me beautiful hourglass figure.
I could sense his frustration as soon as he entered the house. He was smelling of alcohol and looked angry. He must have had a rough day at work. I run to greet him wearing my tiny pink satin dress without underwear. I wanted to make him happy. The next thing I know, he slaps me and throws me on the bed. I am scared. He doesn’t say a word and starts taking his clothes off. I have never seen him this mad. Was it something I did? Maybe I should have been by the door waiting for him on my knees. I start to shiver as he takes his belt off. He loves the look of fear in my eyes. He whips his belt in the air and I scream. He seems too pleased with himself. I finally made him smile. And he didn’t even hit me so maybe tonight won’t be as bad as…… I lose my train of thought as I am yanked off the bed by my hair and a cock is shoved in my mouth. He face fucks me hard. He pinches my nose and deepthrots me until I turn blue and then yanks me back to the bed. Before I could straighten myself up he shoves his long hard cock inside me. I scream as the pain paralyses me. My hole wasn’t ready. But does that matter? I see a smirk building on his face as I scream and cry and endure my ordeal. He pulls down the straps of my dress and takes a long hard long hard look at my tits before twisting my nipple so hard my head spins. It’s never a good sign when he puts his hand over my mouth to muffle my screams. I knew he was just getting started. He bites on my nipple and starts chewing at my fleshy tits. My tears and muffled screams turn him on more. I was getting used to the pain now. Even my pussy had reacted and his thrusts weren’t as painful anymore. He must have sensed that I am not in agony anymore because that’s when he pulled out of me and turned me over. I knew what was coming next. His cock was lubed up with my pussy juice but that wasn’t enough. I gathered some courage and asked him to stop. That pissed him off. He bit my back and shoved his cock deep inside my unwilling backside. I bit down hard as the pillow. The pain was so severe I thought I would die. How could he let his fuckmeat die? He grabbed my neck and choked me hard bringing me back to my senses. I don’t know how long it went on, I must have passed out from the pain. I woke up to him sleeping soundly next to me. I could barely move. Every inch of my body hurt. I somehow managed to drag myself to the mirror. I was unrecognisable. There were bruises and bite marks all over my body. My tits were in bad shade. My lip was swollen and I could barely walk. I quickly put makeup on, so he doesn’t have to look at my hideous face. Then I stumble to the kitchen and start cooking him breakfast, afterall he had a rough night.
I was part of this sex cult with a Man Whore [FM]
Have you ever seen or known a guy, that you would absolutely die to fuck? A guy that you would drop your panties for in a second, and would let him do anything he wanted? For me, that’s Chris. Visualize Chris Hemsworth in Thor and yeah. Incredibly sweet and kind and blah blah blah. Yeah, Chris everything you would want in a boy toy. Tall, chiseled, a huge dick. A little bad boy streak in him. And a complete man whore.
I actually met Chris through one of my girlfriends. She introduced us, raving and gushing about the sex. When a girlfriend basically confesses all of her sexual sins to you… you get interested. So she played matchmaker, and yeah on the first date we fucked. And admittedly, Chris is the best fuck I’ve ever had. Hands down, no contest.
Chris is a self described man whore. Just looking to have fun. So don’t bring any drama or expectations. That sounds really arrogant, but really he can pull it off. So there’s no romance, no dating. Just meet up and fuck. My girlfriend knows the deal. And I learn it also.
Game Device Part 3 : the library [F30’s and F20’s various m&f characters similar ages][remote toy play][orgasm control][teasing]
Welcome to the library! I intended that to sound dramatic but I need to work on my delivery.
The library is one of the three locations being used in this game along with the mall and the museum.
I’m pretty worked up. My controllers have been playing some games with the vibrators and probes that are strapped against my mound under my skirt. They’ve gotten me close to orgasm a few times now. Really teetering on the brink, digging my nails into the palms of my hands, can’t stand still, ready to beg close. But I’ve managed to hold out and now I’m at the library.
It’s just a short walk from the mall. It’s a hot day so I don’t get to cool down. I’m looking a little bedraggled and sweaty from my near climaxes but I don’t stand out: there’s a lot of sweaty people out here today.
It’s different in the library itself. The air con is arctic and my nipples immediately go rigid inside my bra. Painfully hard rather than the warm engorged sensation of arousal I was enjoying a few minutes ago.
Oh, the things I’ll do… (Part 1-Maybe) [M52, F]
A note from the author… Me.
This MAY end up being a multi-part piece… I honestly haven’t decided how much of it I want to write. There’s a LOT in my mind as it relates to this particular scenario, but we’ll see how it goes.
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I’d had a lot of random encounters, but this one was planned. We’d met once before in another planned meeting, but now we’d have more time to explore. She’d sent me a list of things she liked, she called it a kink list, which was new to me. I mean, let’s be honest, the past few months had been amazing, but it had also exposed me to things I’d never really thought to explore. I guess an old man can learn new tricks.
This time, we were actually meeting at her place. She said she had all the ‘equipment’ we’d need there, so, why not. Safety measures were in place for both of us, so it felt okay.
The key was right where she said it would be, and I unlocked the door and let myself in. I looked around after I closed and locked the door behind me. I recognized most things from pictures, so I knew I was in the right place.
[FM] I [30F] think about his [30M] tongue inside me every time I cum.
I met J on tinder when I was 26. He’s been in and out of my life for 4 years. We met when I was hotwifing for my ex husband. He was Latin, as well. Sometimes I wonder if that’s why we meshed. He was a tattooed skater and screen writer. He was tall, broad-shouldered, deep- skinned, with strong, thick brows.
He messaged me one night when I was already slightly buzzed and feeling flirty. Flirty turned to downright nasty.
He said everything with his chest. I’ve grown to realize how much I like a man who doesn’t mince words about how much he wants me.
After talking for a while, he wanted to meet up to record a session.
I didn’t realize how tall he was until I showed up to his place. He opened his door and the second I stepped forward, he pulled me in by the hips and kissed me, saying “You look so good in that dress, mami.”
I knew I was in the right hands as soon as I felt his arms pull me close. He was dominant, without having to say so.
My friend spoilt blowjobs for me [MF]
I had a friend years ago who I genuinely liked as a friend despite admiring how pretty she was. I was never into her like that because she was a bit too promiscuous but I always wondered how good a one off with her would be. One slightly drunken night, we end up hanging out at her place with just the two of us left after some of our other friends had left. We sat on opposite ends of her couch. Our conversation eventually got us discussing our past sex experiences. I’d only been with a few women at the time and none of them were particularly experienced.
She asked if I’d ever cum from a blowjob and been deepthroated. I’d cum from blowjobs a few times but nothing was too memorable. Never been deepthroated though. She was surprised at this fact and asked if it was because I was too big for the girls I’d been with. I slightly above average so didn’t think that was the reason! Was most likely because they lacked experience.
Lesbian [31f] gets dominated by boxing coach [41m] [ds]
I’ve been going to the gym a lot lately. Mainly because I’m under sexed and it’s starting to turn into rage. My wife and I are both lesbians who have had our fair share of dildos and now have been craving the real thing. It’s been our nightly pillow talk for months now. Don’t get me wrong, we still please each other. But I know she needs to be bent over and fucked hard just as much as I do.
I arrive at the gym and find a punching bag in the far back corner and started to let out all this rage. I’m hitting this punching bag so hard I can feel the eyes staring at me. Idgaf at this point. If none of these men are bold enough to step up and bend me over, then they can all fuck off. I continue to try to destroy this punching bag. Before I complete my task I feel a tap on my shoulder and here someone say
“Damn Ali… you know that bag can’t punch back”
[m] Adventure in Philadelphia: Sinner’s Paradise
Recently I was in Philadelphia, PA for work. Everything in this post happened on my third night in the city. If you want to read what happened on the first two nights at “Scorpio’s Adult Boutique & Video” check it out [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/voyeur_stories/comments/12ejxkk/adventures_in_philadelphia_part_1_scorpios_adult/). After my first two nights at Scorpio’s I thought I had my fill of voyeuristic experiences in the city, but I ended up being so wrong and wasn’t prepared for what this night would bring.
If you want to skip to the good stuff go here ~~~~~.
After work that day, I got back to my hotel and was contemplating whether or not I wanted to go back to Scorpio’s for a third night. After the experience on the second night I had assumed I peaked and probably wouldn’t see anything nearly as interesting. For some reason, I ended up logging into FetLife and looking at events happening in the city to see if anything caught my eye. I saw one titled “Happy Hour In Paradise “GANGBANG” 7pm-11pm” at a place called Sinner’s Paradise. Sinner’s Paradise is a lifestyle club that is usually members only, but on Wednesday nights they have it where guys can get in for $25 and ladies free without a need to sign up. I thought about it for a bit and considered how sketchy this whole thing might be. I ended up doing a bit of internet sleuthing through the place’s website, Insta, Facebook, and google reviews and decided that it seemed on the up and up and was worth checking out. I RSVP’d for the party and ordered an Uber to the place.
Decisive (Mdom 28, Fsub 20, hypno, D/s, dubcon, embarrassment – 1,661 words)
**DECISIVE**
Story by All These Roadworks (2023).
*Tori has trouble making decisions – until she’s hypnotised into having to choose… no matter what the options are.*
**Author’s Note**: As always, my kinks aren’t my politics – I support respect, equity and positive enthusiastic consent.
If you enjoy this story, please support its creation with the purchase of an e-book from my store at [www.AllTheseRoadworks.com](https://www.AllTheseRoadworks.com).
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Tori had trouble making decisions. All it took was someone to ask her if she wanted Coke or Pepsi to leave her paralysed and unable to say anything at all. It had been hell throughout her schooling, and now that she was out of school it was killing her employment prospects. She’d flubbed interviews for four different dream jobs, paralysed by the interviewer’s questions, and had ended up having to take work as a supermarket checkout girl while she worked out what to do next.
She ended up blushingly explaining the problem to her favourite uncle. He offered her a solution – hypnosis. He knew a hypnotherapist that could help with inhibitions like this, and was willing to pay for an appointment.
There’s Always that ONE Friend! And It’s ME! I’m That Friend! [mmmf] [oral] [facial]
My boyfriend had a few of his friends over to watch some UFC thing. I said I’d go out with my girlfriends, and that’s exactly what I did. Three drinks in and things at the bar weren’t holding my interest, so I called a Lyft and headed home. I texted my boyfriend and told him I’d sneak around back and hang out in the basement so I wouldn’t bust up their manly evening of eating wings and drinking beer and yelling at the fighters on the TV to smash someone’s brains in.
But he said the boys were asking about me and that I should come in and say hello.
I walked in through the front door and gave them all a big hello. I guess I entered at the best possible time. They were showing the pre-fight little story to tell us why we should be invested in the fight. I gave the four boys a hug, kissed my boyfriend and said I’d get out of the way so they could watch the main event.