I was staying at a hotel in India. It was not a very posh hotel, not a very cheap one though. Like a 3 star.
So I was supposed be there for a week because of official work and it was my last day. I had the whole day to myself and no work. Was packing all my stuff and then went down for a stroll.
There was a local market nearby where you could get fruits, groceries and clothes for cheap.
I got to a stall where they were selling women’s lingerie at very low cost. The sissy in me thought that a few rupees will not hurt my pocket and I could wear it in my room for rest of the day and feel feminine.
I bought a sexy bra, a netted thong and a mini skirt for just rs.600.
Went to my room and tried it, it fit me very well, I loved my round ass visible in the mini skirt.
After like half an hour I felt hungry and ordered a pizza.
When the bell rang , I thought I should wear a bathrobe but I thought of taking the risk and showing up at the door in lingerie because I was supposed to leave that night.
I knew it was risky but had to try it.
I opened the door and the pizza delivery guy was shocked to see a man in women’s lingerie.
I should take you shopping more often [a.k.a. Breeding in the Changing Rooms]
My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I grit my teeth fighting the urge to pull it out to check your message. Instead I maintained my smile and continued the conversation with the cashier. Hoping my smile was not too strained as he handed me the goods and I bade him good day. Outside the store and back in the bustle of the mall I found a somewhat quiet corner before pulling out my phone. A quick glance around me to ensure no-one could see my screen before I opened your snap. I silenced a husky growl before it escaped my lips. Your new lingerie looked devilishly good on you, and you fucking knew it. Then I saw the caption. “Come fuck me in the changing room before somebody else does…” This time I could not hold back my growl, I quickly fired off a reply inquiring as to which store you were currently in before heading off in the direction I thought you may be. My phone buzzed once more as you confirmed my suspicions, and I quickened my pace.
An attempt to be coy leaves you as Daddy’s toy.
A soft knock at the door broke me from my reverie, having not written a word in the last quarter hour this interruption was a welcome one. Peering over my laptop I see you peeking around the door-frame, eyes big and those soft lips of yours unable to escape the small pout you’ve been nursing all morning. Your petulance this day whilst being unaddressed had not gone unnoticed, a small smirk on the corner of my mouth as I inquire as to what I owe this pleasure.
“I thought I could tidy up a little for you while you write.. you’re always complaining about how quick your bookshelves gather dust.” You answer softly.
I raise an eyebrow at this query, it’s not that you are adverse to cleaning, far from it in fact. But I have never known you to lift a finger when you’re in a bad mood. Curiosity peaked, I give you a nod and my gratitude, with permission to come in and do as you please. With musings as to what your play might be, you step into my study, closing the door behind you, and all becomes clear. The tightest, shortest dress you own hugs your curves like clingfilm as you saunter into the room. Long dark stockings cover your legs, garter bands disappearing behind your dress-line, my eyes roving up your body until they finally reach your own. Your pout turning into a small smile as you turn towards my bookshelves and begin to dust.
Cauldron [F20s] [M20s] [Fantasy] [Potions] [Excessive Cum] [Creampie]
“Are you sure you’re willing?” the lady asked, manoeuvring around the cluttered room stirring this and adding sprinkles of this to the other. Her dark robes swished behind her as she danced between piles of books, awkwardly placed furniture and assorted bags and boxes.
The man managed only a grunt, or perhaps a moan, it was hard to tell. He had come entirely of his free will, a respondent to a witches wanted poster requesting “enthusiastic and willing men who know their rightful places at the feet of their Queens”. It hadn’t taken him entirely long to find himself gagged, blindfolded and tied naked to a chair.
Saliva trailed meekly down his chest as it fell from his mouth in his attempts to answer through his gag. His wrists and ankles wrestled with the bindings around the chair. His eyes searched for light behind a mask that offered nothing. Outside of the feeling of his bindings or the grain of his wooden throne, his senses were muted entirely. Everything was dark.
Mirror mirror on the wall [MF]
She stood there in the bathroom, brushing her teeth, looking at her own reflection. With nothing but a tshirt on, her ass cheeks were covered in goosebumps from the cool evening air.
I walked up behind her and kissed her neck, watching her eyes close welcoming the kiss. I grabbed her hips and pulled her into me as my lips brushed her neck. She rubbed her firm ass against my boxers, slowly starting to make me hard.
I lifted my hands under her shirt and cupped her perfect tits, lightly pinching her nipples and feeling them harden under my finger tips.
She reached behind her and gripped my dick over the outside of my boxers. I was throbbing at her touch.
“Fuck me” she whispered.
I slid my boxers down and pressed my throbbing cock in between her ass cheeks. I put my hand on her back and bent her over the mirror sink, her face inches from the mirror. I spread her legs, spit on my fingers and began to rub her already wet pussy from behind.
My short time as a [F]emale receptionist working at a very unique place…
After I moved to the city, I was out of the job. I started scouting ads in the paper for somewhere to work. Something popped out at me that looked interesting: a sperm donation clinic. They needed a receptionist for the front desk.
I quickly picked up the phone and gave them a ring.
Not long after I was working alongside an actual nurse who had been with the company for years. Her name was Diane, and we got along great from day one.
It never really dawned on me until I was told that the method that the men used for producing the sperm they donate was good old-fashioned masturbation.
It was a little strange at first, but I got used to it. All nursing revolves around body functions (in a clinical sense).
Besides, I couldn’t see or hear anything either, so what difference did it make to me what was going on behind the closed door of the room they did their business in?
Some of the donors were in and out in a matter of minutes, while others could take up to an hour and even more sometimes.
Car Ride Home [M/f] [18+] [Male Dom] [Female Brat Sub] [Teasing] [Touching] [Mischief] [Arousal] [Mild Danger]
We were sitting on the highway on the car ride home from dinner, while I sat on my phone scrolling through, however I could feel you constantly looking over at me. It felt as if your eyes were burning into the side of me.
“Yes?” I question you without looking up from my phone.
“Just checking…” You start.
I stop scrolling, put my phone in my lap and adjust on the seat bringing my leg up and turning to you as you drive.
“What got into you tonight?” you smirked as you turned back to the highway. You reach over to my exposed thigh and squeeze it as you run your hand upwards. I shiver in reaction as your hand continues to trek up into the thigh fold and into my inner thigh as I gasp out of response. Your hand moves slowly underneath my flowy dress shorts and towards my mound as it lightly grazes over my lace covered clit.
I immediately grab your hand with both of mine, “Stop honey, stop.” I state trying to control and regulate my breathing.
I look up at you as you smirk, “That’s not what you did when I questioned you tonight at dinner, baby girl.”
the man who loves power series: Alex pt1.
It was the very first time I had done what I was doing. It was somewhat unnerving but also so enticing I couldn’t resist.
We will say my name is Tyler for the sake of the story and to keep my actual identity safe.
I was 19 at the time it feels like ages ago now at 30 but here we are as clear as day recalling it.
I had been introduced to a couple who I baby sat for while they worked at a bar. The husband (Jake) was what most would consider to be as manly as anyone. Short well kept hair on his head and face along with tattoos about 6′ tall and a military special forces background.
His wife (Alex) was the most barbie doll looking woman I have ever seen. Straight blond hair always in makeup she didn’t need with soft blue eyes standing about 5′ tall with DD tits and a slim waist with a perky but smaller booty and toned legs of a runner.
I’m about 5’11 190 lbs with the muscles of a football player and curly medium length brown hair and eyes. No tattoos and a boyish face with no facial hair.
Bad Day Happy Ending (Age Play F25, M40)
The day started off rough. I had class at nine in the morning and woke up exactly at that time. I ejected from my bed and scrambled towards my closet, going through my clothes. The fast movements made my body ache. And the girls didn’t help much either; they just won’t stop growing. In the past couple of months I had to replace my bra’s and now those are fitting too tight as well. Feeling frustrated with my body and myself I yank it off. “Guess I’ll just wear a tank top and no bra.” I mutter in defeat slipping into my top.
I catch a glimpse of my toy that’s on top of my nightstand that is at the side of my bed. It’s been a while since I satisfied my needs, maybe that’s what I need. A little me time to distress.
It bummed me out, thinking about sex. I craved a mans touch. And with my breast hurting I wish I had someone to suck on my nipples. Sex would relieve some aches from my body. But sadly I am single, so its me and my toy tonight.
My Best Friend and I Convince our Husbands to Sell us to Wealthy Men Pt. 3 [Cuck, Voyeurism, Anal, Impreg, Raceplay]
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We all but raced back to our rooms, all nervous energy and adrenaline. Amalia grabbed my hand tight, our fingers knit together, and we clutched our towels to our still wet bodies, giggling like school girls as we ran down the halls and fumbled with the door they’d shown us led to our room.
On the tour, we hadn’t gone into our room. It had been made to seem like some great surprise. Opening the door now, I could see why: while the entirety of the ship was stately, our room had to be a suite. It was beyond large, with amber wood floors and a large, plush white rug covering most of the floor. There was a single, circular bed, the mattress thick and plush, covered in black sheets and mountains of pillows. Large circular windows looked out onto the ocean and a sky studded by stars. Under the window there was a large, wooden desk, with two small packages on it, both wrapped in white paper with black satin bows.