My Best Friend’s Girlfriend Part 11 [FF] [Hypnosis] [BDSM]

**Chapter 11: Her Prize**

I didn’t think training Sandra would be this much work. For one, I don’t like the term ‘training.’ Sandra isn’t a dog or a pet. She’s a perfectly scrumptious piece of ass. But she’s also my pet. My slave? My servant? I still can’t decide on a term. Though the term doesn’t matter. All that matters is how eager Sandra is to please me. It feels like all her hopes on ever finding happiness rest in my pussy and my control of her life. She wants me to take charge. She wants to lose control. She wants to become a puppet and to have me be the puppeteer. Read more »

the [f]irst time I cleaned my boyfriend’s cock off [fm]

I love my boyfriend, I really do.

He’s kind and funny, but as far as everybody here’s concerned, he’s got a sexual appetite that matches my libido. The first few times we had sex, we fucked with condoms, and he’d cum in my mouth. That’s hot and all, but the taste of latex? Urgh, hate it.

For reasons other than sex, I got on birth control after a while. I agonized over whether I should inform him, so I still remember the way his eyes widened as he realized what birth control pills implied. “What the fuck Lee? Then why am I still wearing a condom?”

We tried to not tear each other’s clothes off, but I could tell from the way he looked at me that he desperately wanted to fuck me raw. Before the hour was up, we were in bed and I had his cock in my hands. I swear, it was throbbing with desire.

So naturally, I guided him in slowly. I claimed I wanted to savor every square millimeter of his cock in me, but let’s be real, I really didn’t want him cumming in 5 strokes. My fingers dug into his shoulders as he slowly bottomed out in me. Read more »

When [M] living with a [F]emale roommate turns into an affair

*****Warning.. Long.. bit of backstory, skip to the asterisks for the fun stuff****

I have read a lot of the stories on here, and enjoy most of them. The roommate ones always take me back and have me thinking about, ….We’ll call her Bri. This story dates back to several years ago back when I was a junior in college.

I was a shy guy in college, and pretty terrible at hitting on women. I grew up with brothers, so conversations with lady folks wasn’t exactly my forte. Usually the only female friends I had were girlfriends or acquaintances of my guy friends. These were also the only women I was able to completely be myself around, and that was an entirely different person from the guy that was first meeting a woman. It’s not that I’m unattractive. I was just a late bloomer, and getting over the insecurities that come with that, take a bit. Over time, I’d finally get comfortable and start coming out my shell, and I often found these girls becoming attracted to me. Me being a horny 19-20 year old shit head, I sometimes took advantage of those situations. What can I say… It was hard not to be a terrible person back then, and I often found myself reciprocating the attraction. One such girl was the aforementioned Bri. Bri and I met through a buddy of mine freshman year of college. My buddy was much better at first impressions, and had made close friends with some stoner girls on his dorm room floor. 3 cuties. I being the shy kid probably said all of about 3 words to them the first several times meeting them. We’d get high together and I’d sit on the couch giggling. Those initial days turned into months as I slowly came out of my shell. Those months turned to years, and I still keep in relatively close contact with all of them 20 years later. Read more »

Moving violations

I was just cruising along, feeling so good. My boyfriend Mike had just used my cunt like his own personal fuck toy. He really filled me up, I can still feel a good portion of his hot cum churning around my womb. It was late, and I needed to get home. My driver’s license was only a temporary one that I had gotten on my 18th birthday. If I got stopped by a cop….then the lights of a police cruiser’s flashbar show up in my rear view mirror, and he blips his siren. Shit, dammit! I glance at the speedometer, realizing I’d been speeding in an attempt to get home faster. With no other choice, I pull over, and nervously wait for him.

I watch him walk over, he leans down towards the window. I roll it down and he says, “Good evening Miss, you were in kind of a hurry. License and registration please.”

“Yes, Sir,” I mutter as I hand over the documents. My heart feels like it’s in my belly.

“Looks like you’ve only been driving about two weeks,” the cop says, aiming his flashlight at my license. It’s still the paper one. My real one hasn’t shown up in the mail yet. Read more »

Destruction [MF] [Forced] [Extreme]

You wake up, chained to a urinal, unable to close your arms and legs. Helpless and starting to shake before it’s even begun. Hearing the murmuring outside the stall grow louder with men’s voices and harsh laugher. Apprehension growing as your stomach feels tight, trying not to vomit even as you start to panic. Feeling so helpless and exposed. Completely naked and desperate. The sounds growing louder, and then…

The door bursts open and the first one steps forward. He won the lottery today and is going to take a little more time than usual. He strokes your cheek softly, then takes a handful of your hair hard by the roots and slaps your face viciously, leaving a red handprint on your pale skin that will become a nasty bruise. Your head jerks down just in time to see his cock exposed, before he thrusts into you, unceremoniously, like meat. Just fuckmeat. Just holes. He starts pumping faster. Not even looking at you. Staring at the wall ahead as he rapes you. Your cunt stretched and aching as you’re forced to take it. Tensing as he empties his balls in your cunt, a stranger’s sperm splattered against your bruised cervix. He doesn’t even look at you when he pulls out. You’re just a warm hole. And it’s time for the next… Read more »

The Weekend Retreat Ch.02 {BDSM/fsub/mdom}

[Chapter 1 is here :)](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/i5asyg/a_weekend_retreat_chapter_1_bdsm_female_sub_male/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

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Mia sank into the huge chair by the window. The extra £25 for a first class ticket was definitely worth it. The carriage was clean and modern, and most importantly empty.

She then opened up her emails on her laptop. There was a few things from work which she needed to reply to. Then, she checked her email confirmation once more. Lastly, she gazed into TWR chat rooms. The organisers posted pictures showing them setting up the conference. Most rooms looked like typical conference rooms with the programmes on the corporate chairs and nibbles on the side of the room.

However, some rooms did not at all look like a typical at all. There were different rooms from an office room, a doctors room, a romantic getaway, a nursery style room, a classroom… Each room was completely unique, and Mia was impressed with the level of detail in each room. The only similarity between them was the blacked out windows for unsuspecting vanillas. She particularly liked the fact the rooms were so creative, it took some of the cringe out of role playing. Read more »

A Revenant Nostalgia

“You want some of this?” I reached out to her, offering the bottle of straight dark rum, my voice strained through the burning caramel stinging in my throat. She looked over at her husband who paid us no mind, seemingly wrapped up in the view of the lake. Turning back to me, she shrugged and a sly smile came across her face that said, “Why not?”

There was late to a party, and then there was my unpunctuality, evident immediately upon arrival. Having to park my car down the bottom of the driveway and walk a few minutes to reach the summer house, I carried a bottle of rum in each hand by way of an apology. I crunched steadily up the gravel path in the dying heat of the day, drawn to the glowing lights and growing burble of happy conversations as yet out of view. I hadn’t expected to be back in town this weekend and bumping into old friends on the High St had been a welcome surprise, doubly so when they’d invited me to join their party tonight. I stepped through the door, greeted by a small cheer and a procession of hugs, trading the humid air for the warmth of familiar faces and the welcome of new introductions. I handed one bottle of rum to a friend and dug my nails into the foil of the other, rewarded with a pop as I worked the stopper cork free. I walked out to the patio and threw it into the lake with a flourish. We’d never been the group to finish the night with unfinished bottles. That’s when I caught my first glance of her for a long time. Maybe it was the moonlight, or the revenant haze of nostalgia, but she practically glowed. We made eye contact and I winked before turning back to my friends. Something told me we’d be chatting before long. Read more »

Our First [MFM] threesome – TC20(1)

Our first threesome – TC20(1)

Hello readers! We are TC20, a married couple with alot of wild adventures to share. We have been swinging for almost 7 years now, and we have been married for 5 years. This is going to be a long story that delves more into our interaction than the act it self. Lets share the first experience that led us into the world of swingers.

I dont know when exactly but i got a craving to show off my girlfriend or the idea of how other men lust for my girlfriend started getting me turned on. The idea evolved into the idea of sharing my girlfriend with another man. We had a very active and satisfactory sex life for both partners. Me and my girlfriend(present wife) we quite happy with our sex life. But our drive for it increased 2-3 folds when we started doing more kinky stuff rather than the vanilla a sex. My girlfriend was open to ideas but still a newbie to most. Read more »

Forced — Forced to have sex with my boyfriend during a fight. [FM] [forcedplay]

It was happening again. We were fighting, I don’t even know why, did I do something wrong, did he? All that I knew for sure was that at the moment I hated him, absolutely, everything about him, and the look in his eyes said he hated me as well.

I screamed at him, “You’re a manipulative fucking prick!”

He screamed back, “You’re a two faced lying bitch!”

We were both in an uncontrollable rage now, I spat at him. He wiped it off, and as he did so something changed in his eyes, it scared me. He’d never hit me before, but I thought that he might now. I could see that some line had been crossed, some threshold broken; now he was truly in an uncontrollable rage.

He stepped towards me, I stepped back. My anger forgotten for the moment, replaced by fear, I was sure he was going to hit me now. Even when I’d hit him in the past, he’d never hit me back, he thought it was cute, I couldn’t hurt him, no matter how hard I hit him, and it had always infuriated me. Read more »

Redemption [Revenge] [Photo Shoot] [Age Gap]

I received the strangest gift from my fiance this past Christmas. A gift certificate for a two hour session with a local photographer. He had arranged it for the two of us. He didn’t want to schedule it because he wanted it to be our engagement photo shoot and wanted me to choose when that happened.

Then I caught him getting his dick sucked in a back alley by another guy and the relationship was officially, and permanently, off. I was cleaning out his things when I came across the certificate. I had forgotten all about it. My 25th birthday was coming up and I thought about the idea of doing a shoot with just me. Although I hated having pictures of me taken.

I went to the guy’s website and looked it over. He seemed talented enough, the photos were beautifully lit and everyone looked natural but nice. Nothing seemed phony like most professional photos do. The smiles weren’t forced, the looks were all unique and seemed to suit both the scene and the person in it. I was clicking around and came to the boudoir photos he’d done. Women and men of all ages and sizes in various stages of dress. The photos were tasteful and beautiful even if the subject didn’t fit that standard ideal of beauty. My curiosity was piqued. Read more »