Your eyes take in the familiar surroundings of the north shore. The trees blow in the wind as the tide crashes on the rocks while the bmw navigates the windy roads that run alongside the coast. The car roars up to the gate of sands point preserve allowing you in and reaching your final destination the hempsted house . The driver opens your door and instructs you to wear a eye mask. Nervous you agree and tie it behind your head. You take the drivers arm as he guides you to the rear of hempsted house. The mask is slowly removed and your eyes struggle to adjust to the light as you see me standing in the center of the rose garden. The lawn is perfectly green as it feels like a carpet under your feet. The roses in full bloom as the colors fill your eyes as much as their aroma fills your senses. The sounds of the bay excite you as you walk over to greet me. I’m wearing my grey suit and grey tie. As you approach you see I’ve prepared a table with more champagne and some light snacks. As you near I walk to you and take your hand kissing you and thanking you for coming to meet me. I pull out your chair and assist you sitting down. Pouring you a drink we talk about anything and everything as you nervously laugh like you do. I bestow you with compliments as you hold my hand taking in all the sights your heart swells as large as your throbbing clit. I give you a kiss and take your hand as you follow me in.
Prologue
Six months ago
Jack’s P.O.V
My hands hung limply above my head, the coarse metal of the chains digging painfully against my wrists. My naked body was exhausted and battered, a thin layer of sweat coating my skin.
Five.
I had just experienced my fifth orgasm and he hadn’t even entered me yet.
I was drained; physically, mentally and sexually. I didn’t know for how many more hours I could withstand this torture, but I reminded myself it will be worth it.
I couldn’t see him, the soft blindfold like silk across my eyes prevented me. Yet I could hear his light footsteps, slowly but surely coming closer and closer towards me.
Stalking me like the predator he was.
Standing just a few centimeters away, I felt my heart skip a beat as I tried to even my breathing.
I would rather die than show him my fear.
Not that it would matter. I’d be lying if I thought he was unable to see right through my brave facade.
I swallowed deeply when I felt his fingers gently brush my blond hair away from my damp forehead.
Like Mother, Like Daughter – Teacher’s Pets – Part Sixteen – Punishing Your Betters [Anal][ATM]
I met Yasmina on my way up to Professorstaden. She was walking slowly on the gravel path between the university library and the literature center. She wasn’t alone, by her side was another girl who also seemed of Persian descent.
“Hey Yasmina,” I said walking up next to her.
The two girls looked up at me. Yasmina’s friend was even more ample bosomed than Yasmina was, she was a bit on the chubby side, but she had a very pretty face and the same long black, almost blue, hair as Yasmina.
“Who’s your friend?”
“Hey Peter. This is Nahid.”
Nahid raised an eyebrow at Yasmina.
“Peter is my economics teacher.”
“Nice to meet you,” I said putting my hand out.
Nahid shook it.
“On your way to our session?” I asked Yasmina.
She nodded.
“Start’s at one, right?”
“Yes. See you in a bit. Very nice to meet you Nahid.”
I left the two girls behind and walked at a brisk pace up to the Rättborn residence. I found Julia in the study room, her books already out. She looked up at me as I entered the room.
Like Mother, Like Daughter – Teacher’s Pets – Part Sixteen – Punishing Your Betters [Anal][ATM]
I met Yasmina on my way up to Professorstaden. She was walking slowly on the gravel path between the university library and the literature center. She wasn’t alone, by her side was another girl who also seemed of Persian descent.
“Hey Yasmina,” I said walking up next to her.
The two girls looked up at me. Yasmina’s friend was even more ample bosomed than Yasmina was, she was a bit on the chubby side, but she had a very pretty face and the same long black, almost blue, hair as Yasmina.
“Who’s your friend?”
“Hey Peter. This is Nahid.”
Nahid raised an eyebrow at Yasmina.
“Peter is my economics teacher.”
“Nice to meet you,” I said putting my hand out.
Nahid shook it.
“On your way to our session?” I asked Yasmina.
She nodded.
“Start’s at one, right?”
“Yes. See you in a bit. Very nice to meet you Nahid.”
I left the two girls behind and walked at a brisk pace up to the Rättborn residence. I found Julia in the study room, her books already out. She looked up at me as I entered the room.
My First Anal with my boyfriend (Hard Anal pounding) while my room mate watched (mostly) [FM]
Sex stuff starts at ————————-
Hi I’m Emma, pics on my account, It wasn’t a regular college night, there was a storm outside. Me, my room mate Ellie and my boyfriend Brian, we were all cuddled up together on the ground in a blanket watching Before Sunrise (I love that movie), we had seen it before, we were only watching it again cuz we couldn’t decide what else to watch. Halfway through the movie, Brian started to get frisky, we soon started making out and forgot about Ellie and she kept watching the movie or watching us… After about 2 minutes of kissing we realized Ellie was there too.Brian and I are really open-minded plus i kinda have a crush on her (I’m Bi. Nobody asked? ok :( ) so we proposed a threesome but she declined. We couldn’t get to Brian’s room cuz it was across campus and you had to pass the ground, but it was raining heavily, so we stopped kissing and sat there with a sad face. Howeverrr she said, “Well you guys can do your stuff but I’m not gonna leave this room, if you guys are comfortable with me sitting here then you can go ahead.—————————————————————————
The Perils of Alice [f][bd][Fantasy]
Chapter One: To Bondage Land
Alice is on her way home, it had been a long tiring week and was glad to be out of the office. As she passes by the park she feels an urge to just sit and relax, forgetting about the world for a few minutes. She finds a secluded bench as she decides to watch the world become dusk a little. She yawns feeling herself suddenly becoming very tired, thinking she should really be going home.
Gazing up at the sky she feels tired, she has on her normal work clothes, a grey jacket, white shirt, knee length grey skirt, some flat pumps and tights on. The same old exciting outfit, never much reason to wear much else recently. She sighs and lays back, her platinum blond hair still in its tight bun, just a few more minutes maybe.
As she starts to get up she sees something out of the corner of her eye. A white shape darts into the bushes, she rubs her eyes thinking she is just getting tired. Trying to get up again to leave, then seeing the creature is back. It looks like a rabbit, made of glossy white rubber, looking at her it almost seems to be glaring at her.
The House Always Wins (part four) [vaginal] [blow job] [body observation/self-inspection]
“Like hell you will,” He said as he pulled me into a hug.
“I thought you might say that,” I said, pulling away to look at him.
“I’m still going to kill Finn, he had no right to get you involved in any of this,” he said softly.
I laughed, “As much as he made the call and offer, I didn’t exactly fight it. In fact I goaded them on. When you left the bar that night, I really didn’t care what happened anymore. I would have knelt on the bar floor and sucked and fucked everyone in there to feel a little less rejected. Your brother-in-law was just an opportunist that didn’t know me.”
“See, I think the reason you pulled him aside and talked to him before you left was because you know me. You knew what kind of trouble I was capable of getting myself into when I stopped caring about anything but ridding myself of the pain of rejection,” I said softly.
The Princesses in the Tower – Chapter 3, Part 4 – Agatha [Maledom] [Male supremacy] [BDSM] [Humiliation] [Orgy][Oral]
**Agatha**
The last night I dreamt I was a scorpion.
Should I ask for my horoscope? No, that is not necessary; my stars are brighter than ever. Madre de Dios, I am the bright star!
Was it to foretold I will join two other pairs of legs, treading towards unsuspecting prey? Because that´s why I´ve got the reminder all of the sudden.
“On my mark!”
Ellen takes the command as true gringa looking down on darkies and as a true madam looking down on her whores. Ruffled brown hair doesn´t do any harm to the image, neither does the underwear with purple flowers she wears as much as possible.
Irene, our untypical Eskimo, looks at me.
“On your mark, Agatha.”
I winked over bed of Ursula. The leech was sleepy still when she went to the today´s lunch and the Sunday meal for the privileged ones made her dead-beat. Her slumber remained undisturbed neither by us conversing, nor by the singing of absent floozie-pal.
“Can we?”, asked Ellen angrily.
Camping – primal
Bright morning sun filters through multicolored leaves as they glide to earth from their high perches. Fall in the Ozarks is otherworldly, the vibrant shades of emerald and hunter meld into russet, marigold , and Auburn. The melting heat and cloying humidity give way to crisp clear skies that smell faintly of earth and campfire. Pausing to wipe sweat from my brow, I observe the clearing I’ve just come to. The buffalo river sits 100 yards to the south, beyond a stand of pine and juniper. An aged campfire from the previous occupants makes my decision. Camp will be here. Unbuckling and easing off my pack, I begin plotting the afternoon, set up camp, kindling, fish for dinner, maybe a quick dip in the river before the day cools too much. He is somewhere behind me, my excitement to be outside always gives way to a lead, while he takes his time; methodical, observing, meditating. Listening for footfalls approaching, although I’m quite certain he’s at least a 1/4 mile behind, I begin removing gear. As my hands brush the coil of blue nylon rope for emergencies, a smile spreads across my face. My thoughts immediately shift from setting up the tent to other pursuits. Deciding my course, I hastily strip down to my underwear, replace my socks and boots, and neatly fold my clothing and very obviously leave them in a tidy pile on a boulder near my pack. I then choose my hiding spot. Close enough I can hear him approach and not too far off trail for safety. I settle on a little dome in the sandstone bluff, with baby pines in front of it. Hunkering down, I settle in, then realize , I forgot to hide the rope. Just as I’m about to make a break for it, I hear hiking boots crunch leaves. Dammit! his quick intake of breath is audible as he spots my clothing, and I can almost see his smirk as he slowly makes a circle, sharp eyes searching for now prey. I try to see through my hiding spot, but in looking for cover, realized I’ve blinded myself to the jungle cat now hunting me. This fact is too much, and I let out a small snicker, a mistake ’ll pay for later. I hear him rummaging through gear, humming a song I don’t know, and the sound of rope being manipulated. Wishing I could see, I sit there, anticipation making me restless. Then silence , complete silence. After a few moments i decide he’s trying to get me to give up , and is probably journaling, just to mess with me. I can wait him out . I lean back against the rock, close my eyes, and sleepily wait. I’m jolted to reality by instinct, open my eyes to see a pair very familiar long legs in front of me. I go to scramble to my feet and in a blink he’s on his knees beside me, hazel eyes downcast, hands already wrapping my own in a preprepared coil of blue. Double Damn. He hauls me to my feet by the slack wrapped loosely around his forearm, turns and begins walking toward a camp, which I see has been set up during my nap. Not saying a word, not meeting my eyes, he walks me toward a large hickory that now has a yet more rope near the base , and a length strung over a high branch sitting suspiciously near a horizontal branch the height of a table. Oh I know where this is going, and impulsively rear back with all my strenghth. He didn’t have a tight grip on the rope, as usually I am very well behaved and obedient, and I see the shock on his handsome face morph into a smile he can’t hide, for a split second , as i turn to run. I make it two steps, while simultaneously gathering lose rope frantically in my hands before I feel a yank on my binds that jerks me back a step. Sighing. I turn around to see the far end of rope under a booted foot. He plucks it from the ground, and wraps it very firmly and methodically around his forearm, again, and again, until he’s directly in front me, so close my bare breasts are brushing his t shirt, and I feel his erection against my belly. My nipples pebble, and I feel a rush of dampness between my thighs as his other hand grasps my chin between thumb and forefinger a hard yet gentle grip, bringing my gaze to his. I watch laughing hazel eyes fill with heat , betraying a stern expression, before he simply states , “it’s a good thing you like punishment” .
When predators volunteer as prey
I searched for the perfect shade of green rope for weeks. Emerald wouldn’t do, it had to be the color of peat moss and ferns . Once this fantasy of mine was voiced, I knew it would be one of those pivotal moments in life that you remember in minute detail, and for once … I was in charge. I mentioned tying Sir up in jest, one evening when I was being a bratty imp, and instead of becoming riled up, like i intended, he was intrigued. And now, months later, I stand before him holding the rope I worked so hard to find, while a blues song croons about crossroads. The fibers don’t compare to the eyes I’m now looking into, but instead compliments them. You can’t find rope that is the color of late afternoon sunlight dappling a dense forest. one interspersed juniper, oak, and backlit with warmth from a human soul. Those mossy sun bursts are gazing calmly back at me, humor, trust, and desire shining through them. A wave of pride, awe, and arousal wash over me as I take in the leashed power that has been temporarily gifted to me. With a deep breath I begin my work. I have several short coils of green , and decide to start with his legs. running my hands from his inner thighs, down his muscular calves, a butterfly touch , Barely there., before securing his ankle to the coinciding chair leg. I kneel between his legs and admire my work thus far. He’s naked, his thick erection already long and hard, making my mouth water to taste him . I hold out my flat palm close to his mouth and softly command “ lick “. He flattens his warm wet tongue and holds my eye contact as he coats my palm his saliva. I then cup his balls with my other hand, and grasp him at the root, before sliding up, to run my thumb over the mushroomed head of him and sliding back down. I pump him for a long time, occasionally adding my own saliva to the head of him and keep going , enough where his thighs are tense, and then stop. I work on a chest harness next. I stand behind him , and reach over his shoulders to score my nails gently along his chest and flat belly, sliding my hands down to wear my hair hangs over his body and brushes gently over his dick. I pay special attention to his nipples, moving round him to bite the thick muscles on his chest and torso, and back and then quickly bind his chest to the chair . I instruct him to hold his hands behind his back, where I bite lick and scratch back and shoulders, then those hands are quickly coiled In green and attached to the harness. I stand back, a slow perusal of the situation is in order. The kitty is now a lynx, and this perfect creature is at my utter mercy. I’m giddy with excitement at my newfound power, and I attempt to school my features into nonchalance. I pad around his chair to stand before him, cock my head to the side, take it all in , and softly say “ beautiful “. My body takes on the role of Predator easily, and i slink slowly to my new prey, intent on taking in every cue he’s giving me. I observe . His dick is gloriously hard, and he’s not breathing evenly , good , me either. He is not accustomed to being overtaken, especially not by me. I am always the one looking up at him with need and subservience in my eyes. When he raises his head to meet my gaze there is nothing subservient in it . He boldly makes eye contact, demanding me without words to action. Even bound to a chair, he is still Sir, and I struggle to resist the command in his stare. One that would normally have me sinking to my knees ready to do anything he desired. I step up fully into his space, between his legs, lean forward, and grip his chin in one of my hands. I lightly kiss his mouth, and then drift my lips along his jaw to his ear lightly biting it and then back to take his mouth. I deepen the kiss and he obliges, both of us starving for the other. When I start to feel my control spiraling I stop and pull back. He is as out of breath as I am, but is wearing this smirk on his face like he knows exactly what that kiss did to me. Sir, it seems, is a brat too. I pull my pretty satin neglige over my head, and slide it along his arms, chest and cock, gripping his length once through the fabric before tossing it to the side. Next come the sheer lace panties . Won’t need those, as they are drenched already. I drop to my knees and find my equilibrium, this is my space, and I know what to do here. With a smirk of my own I tell him in my most innocent voice “ if you come before you are in my ass I won’t untie your hands later “ and proceed to swallow his length. I bob, suck, and alternately take him down to the root, while fondling his balls , stopping every little bit to gauge his reaction . When I taste precum and notice his body going hard as a rock, his back trying to arch in his binds, his balls tight and ready for release, I stop. I get up, Walk over to my toy bag, and take out my plug. I sit on the bed Less than 2 feet away from where I placed his chair .he literally has a front row view as I spread my thighs, gather moisture from my sopping pussy and fill up my ass with toy. I then play with myself with my hands, one pumping and curling inside my pussy with two fingers, the other hand rubbing my clit in a circular motion. I play for several minutes, while watching his face. He looks hungry, and I feel like his prey again. I stop, get up , stand in front of him, and tell him to open his mouth. I insert two fingers to let him taste me and he delicately licks my fingers before closing his mouth and sucking hard. I feel that suction as a jolt to my pussy. I withdraw my hand quickly and Step back to gather myself. I drop down to play with him again . My hands sometimes playing with his nipples , sometimes scratching, while I alternately stroke and pump him. Ive worked myself up, while trying to work him up. I straddle him, my arms wrapping around his head to grab the chair back, and my toes struggling to grip the the floor on either side of him. I use the floor and chair back to rock and slide my wet pussy along the length of him. I moan and slide, and muss his curls with my hands as I grip and pull on his hair hair and beard. He’s so tense , and I need him so bad I’m not so sure either one of us will last if I keep this up. So I stop, get up, take a drink from my glass and bring his over. Helping him take a drink, then I borrow an ice cube and make patterns on his skin with it . Around his nipples, his arms, his collar bones and finally his dick I pop a couple of smaller ice cubes in my mouth and suck his cock some more. I give us both another drink and then straddle him once more. I grab his cock with one hand, balance myself on his shoulder with the other, look into his hazel sunburst eyes and notch him at my entrance. I want to slam down on him immediately but I resist. I freeze and watch his face. Pleasure, need, impatience, and curiosity, all flutter across his face in rapid succession. I raise up and barely sink in again, just the head, over and over again. He is mostly silent, excluding a few moans torn out of him. I stare into his eyes and ask him “ Who owns you tonight ?” He freezes and I stop moving “ you do “ is his reluctant reply. I sink down a little farther than before . . I ask “ are you ready to be used ?” He hesitates again then looks in my eyes responds immediately with a firm “ yes “. I reach and bite the muscle in his neck and then slowly sink onto his length till I bottom out . We both moan. I grab his face in both of my hands and tell him “ don’t come in my pussy, I want my ass to drip with your come later “ and begin riding him in earnest. I ride him , gliding up and sinking down, stretching my pussy to fit him, and begin to stroke my clit as I do. My orgasm sneaks up on me and I come hard, slowing to a halt with him inside me. The body below me is covered in a sheen of sweat and now there is only one emotion in his eyes. Need. I clamber off his lap, remove my plug and coat every inch of his length with lube. Losing myself in watching his face as I play. Until he tenses up again. I remount him, I sink down , angling his cock and pressing it slowly into my ass. The friction feels so good, and I slide down, taking all of him, he’s big and I feel so full and complete. I enthusiastically use his body to give myself pleasure, riding him hard and fast. I close my eyes, lean my head back as my body arched and I take in every sensation from where our bodies are connected. I moan and chatter nonsensically. I tell him how good he makes me feel, how full i am, how amazing his cock is, how I want him to fill my ass up with his come. I feel myself getting close, and begin playing with my clit with one hand while I fuck him, I’m riding quickly to the crest and it’s about to break. I look into his eyes, green pools of heat, and he does something I never expected but should have. In the steely, authoritative voice he only uses when he’s Sir, he growls “ Come for me “ , and I fly apart at the command as he pulses within me, filling my ass with his essence.