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In our first year together we went to a secluded beach in a abandoned area. We love to do nudism and we were alonso so we undressed and were all the time naked. Later we got horny and she ended riding my cock and swallowing my cum.
Then we go to bath to clean us and three dirt bikers came to take a bath and saw us naked. It wasn’t a nude beach but there were only three guys and we didnt’t care, we stayed naked while they stare at my GF’s naked body, i am sure that they loved her.
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My favorite place to work had always been the small coffee shop on Main, between tenth and eleventh streets. I would go there every day after work, and spend all day there on my days off. I sat at different tables, drank different drinks depending on my mood, but there was always the writing. Just the writing. Until he came along.
*Part 1 in post history*
Katie’s back arched as the thing grew and swell inside her ass. She felt violated in the most intense and pleasurable ways, mentally, emotionally and physically. What really drove her wild was the way this thing somehow knew her so intimately. The way it was somehow able to read and understand her. Knowing how shamefully enjoyable anal had become for her. The fantasies it brought to life in her manic fever dream were drawn from her own fantasies, enhanced and crafted in such rich detail she felt like she was actually living them.
It wasn’t fucking her in the sense she was used to. Violating her, certainly, as the appendage penetrated and swelled inside her. Strangely it didn’t thrust or really move beyond growing, it just provided such an intense feeling and pleasure. It was like an out of body experience, she was both fully immersed in the fantasy world it was conjuring and fully aware that nothing was real and that she was fully bound and violated in this thing’s grasp. But it was real or so it seemed. In this particular moment she felt like she was actually back at campus, late on Friday night at one of the frat houses that lined the block. She could feel the cool air, could feel herself wearing a short mini skirt and crop top that left her exposed to the cold. She shivered and felt goosebumps. She could hear the music blasting as she came into the door, feel the presence and warmth of all the bodies crowded into the space. She could taste the stale beer offered to her, the familiar burn of the vodka shots.
Recently I bought my GF a collar and leash to add something new to the bedroom but mostly so that we take some more slutty pics of her. After a session of being a good submissive slut and doing what she was told as I took pics of her I fucked her in multiple positions while in control of her just by yanking on the leash😈 She said he really liked the collar and a couple times since then she has grabbed my hand and it is around her neck while fucking. I’m not sure what to think about it but I’m not complaining. Definitely need to use the collar again and parade her around in some slutty outfit like a good girl. Next time she does it I’m gonna ask if she wants to be choked for being a slut
I slept with a guy for a few months I often write about who unlocked… A lot. I wasn’t exactly bland before, but I didn’t know how much I loved being degraded or the depths I could go.
Initially our relationship was only supposed to last three months because we were both traveling. I had just gotten out of a relationship and he was in an odd traditional time.
This opened us up to a weird world of total honesty and no judgement… We got REAL weird for a while.
We didn’t have “normal” sex for very long…. if we ever did I actually don’t really remember it. Things escalated pretty fast, but for a while we were in the realm of normal kinks.
And then we decided to start experimenting.
He had a fetish for public sex that made me nervous. We were in a country where public displays of affection were very, VERY frowned upon, and we quite literally could have gone to prison if we did anything sexual in public. However, we did find a compromise…
I love giving oral sex. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: I love giving oral sex. I love the way it feels, I love the way it tastes, and I love the way it makes my partners feel. I’ve been giving oral sex for three or four years now, and I’ve definitely gotten better at it over time. I’ve had some great experiences and some not-so-great experiences, but I’m always learning and growing.One of the best things about giving oral sex is that it really helps to create a closer bond with my partners. When you know what someone’s cock, pussy juice, or cum tastes like, there’s really no point in keeping secrets or playing games with each other. We can all just be adult friends who don’t have any weird sexual tension between us. Give it a shot. I think you’ll be surprised.
I (call me M) was somewhat overweight and shy with confidence issues and she (Zahira) was young, hot af, and very much overconfident. I was 21 and she was 23.
Zahira was in her prime age, with a body that I can’t deny was very very seductive. She was also known for being with only a specific type of guys. The submissive type. Yes, she was dominant, a bit abusive, using, commanding, and was also known for taking favors from multiple guys.
She wouldn’t talk much to me and only give me attention if there was some important group work or class thing she had to know. I tried to talk to her a few times but she ended straight up being kinda rude to my face and yeah this guy here had a thing called EGO which got hurt the last time I tried to talk to Zahira.
“And skip breakfast tomorrow, for reasons!” Alice’s words still echoed in my head as I found myself in front of Wonderland once again. I was rather hungry, as I usually don’t skip breakfast… but I also knew that going against Alice’s wishes would not be beneficial for me or my keys…
I entered the store. Alice perked up. “There you, are!” she said. “I was beginning to think you passed out from hunger on the way here!”
“Hunger, or anxiety,” I replied. “You haven’t even told me why I had to skip breakfast.”
“I did, actually. I clearly remember saying it was for reasons,” Alice said, jokingly. Her tone became more flirty as she continued, “I also recall saying I was going to unlock you today…” Alice’s finger lifted her necklace again to provide visual confirmation of my chastity key still being there.
“So, what’s the training task today?” I asked. Given the intensity of the dolly training, I could only imagine what she had in store for me today…
The beach was getting quieter, though daylight had not left yet and neither had we.
The sun’s rays hit the back of my thighs in warm bursts and I stretched out on the blanket like a cat, absorbing all that I could.
A sudden tug on my swim suit bottoms caused me to turn my head, squinting into the sun to look up at you.
Holding my gaze, you continued your onslaught and with one quick movement, pulled them down and straight off. An involuntary gasp came out of me as I knew we weren’t completely alone, but I didn’t object.
“Come,” you instructed. The good girl I am, I obeyed, crawling backward in your direction so that I was kneeling on the sand below your chair with my butt on my heels, facing away from you. I rested my arm on the top of your thigh, also warm from the sun, and leaned backward into your shins.
Your arm wrapped around my front and pulled me in tighter. I took a deep breath as the sensory overload of your touch took over. I looked down and watched as your fingers pulled at the bikini top I was wearing, exposing my breasts to the salty ocean air and sun.
I’ve written about my college ex, Elle, a few times. If you’d like to get caught up, check out my profile and enjoy the time we nearly got caught by her mom, fucked in her dad’s car and did it in a dressing room. You can also read about me fucking her friend and roommate, R. That setup right there should be enough to tell you that this wasn’t the healthiest relationship and eventually, it came to an end.
I called it off after a few years of on/off dating because I was ready to spread my wings and as we got older, it was clear that our lives were heading in different directions.
Elle did not take this very well.
I’m fairly confident she had our wedding planned and the names of our kids picked out so when I finally said we were done, she was pissed. She also lived with a few of my friends at the time, so there was only so much separation I could manage.
After a month, she finally seemed to have given in.
“Hey, I have some of your things if you want to grab them,” was the text I got on a cold February evening.
Truth be told I had been searching for a favorite sweatshirt earlier that day and the prospect of getting it back was enough to drag me off the couch. It was early on a weekday evening and the door to the apartment was unlocked, so I walked in. From the looks of it, everyone was at class or out studying, so I let my presence be known.
“Elle, I’m here,” I said as I stood by the door.
“I’m in my room,” she yelled back. I made my way to her room and pushed open the door.
Elle was sitting in the dark at her desk, the lamp and a candle providing the only light outside of her laptop. She spun around and pointed towards the bed where a small pile of clothes was sitting.
“That’s all yours,” she said.
“Yeah, so is the sweatshirt you’re wearing,” I said, unamused that she had tried to pull a fast one. “Gonna need that back, too.”
Elle put on her best pouty face, the one that had resulted in me fucking her brains out multiple times, and stood up.
“Jesus, Elle, those are my pants, too,” I said as I noticed the pajama pants she had on.
“Fine,” she said, “here.”
She took off the sweatshirt and threw it at me. As I pulled it off my face, I saw her drop the pants to the ground, step out and kick them in my direction. I snagged them out of the air and turned back to Elle, ready to give her an earful, but was stopped dead in my tracks.
All 5′ 5″ of her was standing before me in the low light wearing this [https://www.victoriassecret.com/us/vs/sleepwear-and-lingerie-catalog/5000006548?brand=vs&collectionId=d65acb42-aba7-429b-9cd3-ffff3c77b534&limit=180&priceType=regular&productId=03d23ce1-f093-4049-a41e-9c8634a0ac9b&stackId=7438a64e-22b5-4b41-a009-cadab4f29103&genericId=11216955&choice=54A2&product_position=22&stack_position=1&dataSource=manual-collection](https://www.victoriassecret.com/us/vs/sleepwear-and-lingerie-catalog/5000006548?brand=vs&collectionId=d65acb42-aba7-429b-9cd3-ffff3c77b534&limit=180&priceType=regular&productId=03d23ce1-f093-4049-a41e-9c8634a0ac9b&stackId=7438a64e-22b5-4b41-a009-cadab4f29103&genericId=11216955&choice=54A2&product_position=22&stack_position=1&dataSource=manual-collection).
Her pale skin practically glowed under the black lace and Elle’s red hair was on fire in the candle light.
“No,” I said as my cock began to swell.
Elle slowly stalked past me, never breaking eye contact, and closed the door.
“Seriously, Elle, we’re not doing this,” I responded, my cock now in a battle against my boxers.
Elle remained silent, a rarity, and stepped towards me. She stood just inches away, not touching me, not saying a word, her eyes big and pouty. For a moment, we just stared at each other. My willpower was thinner than an eggshell and she knew it. Elle grabbed my hands and brought them to her chest, resting my palms on her perky B-cups.
“Fuck me and then decide if you want to take your things,” she said. It was her final attempt, the Hail Marry, to get me to stay.
I was mad that she’d done this, but also incredibly turned on.
Elle could sense my reservations so she pulled out the big gun. She spun around and gave me a view of her ass. It was my Kryptonite and she knew it. Firm, round and perky, I’d pumped more loads of cum into this girl because of that ass than I can count. Elle began to wiggle her hips as she pressed her butt against my bulge. She closed her eyes and laid her head back against my shoulder as she moved her hips, my cock finding its way between her cheeks.
My mind was racing. This was a bad idea. I needed to get away from this girl and fucking her was quite the opposite.
On the other hand, dear lord was this hot.
I made a deal with myself, I’ll fuck her one last time, but I wasn’t going to cum in her. There was absolutely nothing logical about this train of thought, but I didn’t give a damn.
I put my hands on Elle’s hips and pulled her in close, leaning down and planting a kiss on her waiting lips. Neither of us said anything as we stood there and made out, but I know our minds were racing in different directions.
“I’ve got him,” she was thinking, sure that her seduction plan had saved a doomed relationship.
“I’m going to fuck her so hard, she’ll never wear this lingerie for a different guy,” I thought.
And that’s exactly what I did.
Part 2 on the way…