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Watched 2 of my former students fuck Pt. 1 [MF]

Yes, they’re both at least 18.

I’m a younger teacher and have even been mistaken for a high school student once or ten times. One of my former students (Rachel) occasionally flirted with me sometimes during and after class. She was white (a bit pale but still sexy), thin with long, curly dark hair (that she sometimes straightened and dyed sporadically). She (still) has a boyfriend (Josh) who was amazingly cool with all this, but he never said anything hinting at it.

After they had officially both graduated high school, I received a friend request from her. I hesitated at first, but accepted, thinking nothing would come of it. Of course, within an hour, I got a DM from her. It was harmless, just a hi and a thanks for everything, blah blah blah. Eventually, Rachel said “Can I tell you something? And you won’t get mad?” I was nervous, but said “Sure.” Almost immediately after, she replied “I always had a thing for you lol.” I asked why and she replied that she just thought I was a hot teacher, I got excited and thanked her, and even admitted that she was very cute as well. I apologized after, snapping back to reality a bit, remembering she was both a former student AND seeing someone. Read more »

How He Watched (Part One) [FA] [FM]

This is basically all the character development. This story will have twists and turns, threesomes, teasing, breath play, rape play, professor and student stuff, and more. Hope you give it a read.

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Lizzie Stone is a 21 year old junior attending a smaller university. She lives in a house towards town with her best friends Morgan and Ricky. Ricky is a flamboyant gay male, tan due to his Latino heritage, and very in shape. Morgan is thin, about average height for a women, has blue eyes, and dark black hair. Whereas Lizzie is a little taller, thicker (some would say overweight), with dirty blonde hair, and hazel eyes. When it comes to strangers Lizzie keeps to herself, it takes her a while to get comfortable but once she is she’s very open. Ricky can talk to anyone for hours and Morgan is the average extrovert.

It’s a Friday morning, 9:13am and Lizzie is waking up in a frantic mood hoping she’ll get ready for class in time. Read more »

Re: Felt cute

Dear Daddy,
It is Daddy’s day and I miss you bitterly. I thought about sending this post out to you in the hopes you might enjoy reading about your good little girl.
Love,
Kit

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Day 56: I didn’t know what I needed when I woke up this morning. I have a strict edging schedule and there are no allowances. Sunday means no rubs. Given that I rubbed myself raw yesterday it wouldn’t be a loss. But somehow I craved comfort from the very fingers that caused the raw tenderness in the first place.

Kneeling atop my comfy cushion, mid morning, while sipping coffee… I wondered how I’d ever get through my edges. All I wanted was to cup my hands across my princess parts and curl up into the comfort of the cushion. After a few tears and curls later I remembered a past training advice. “When in doubt find your lilspace princess” which is what I did. I went in search of my favourite undies when I’m little. The ones with Pusheen riding a scooter pink and cream stripes. I felt better as I returned to my weekend kneeling spot on my cushion with my undies and favourite squishy dildo with a base that looks like a princess crown. Read more »

The Tube [FM] [COMPLETE]

Have you ever seen walking sex? Hell, have you ever had walking sex?

That was Kate. By day, she had a smile that could halt the tears of a screaming five-year-old in her class. By night, that night especially, she had pursed lips that resulted in a severe test of any mans, or woman’s, self-control.

We were standing and kissing passionately on a deserted tube carriage, having done so since the carriage was decidedly less so. Well, nearly. Our sole company was a couple in the corner giving us a collective dirty look. We didn’t care, we were headed back to my place after a party and, really, this was the most PG way we could occupy the train and make the commute with someone else around. We were honestly doing them a favour.

She broke the kiss and looked around as we pulled into Chorleywood. I licked her neck through her curls, the colour of copper, and her body shivered in my embrace. Her sky-blue eyes turned to me, eyes heavy with makeup and mascara. “I think our… friends…” she nodded over behind me, I didn’t turn, “are leaving, unhappy with us.” Read more »

Milking [Threesome][FFFuta][Lactation]

This is a short. It has an abrupt beginning, end, and very little story other than sex. Kink tags are below if needed, enjoy!

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*Story tags -* >!Threesome, F+F+Futa, Lactation, swallow, cumplay, handjob, fingering!<

*The text keeps descriptions rather vague so you may sort of insert your own looks for them to your own tastes. If knowing looks are very important to you, I would come up with them now!*

My clients, a married couple, got settled in beside me on their king-sized bed. They kissed my neck together, and my ankles twisted together as I wrapped my arms behind their back. They were both naked, and requested I stay in the black, formal dress they gave me to wear.

Rachel, the female wife, had a baby a few months back and was looking impressive for it. She was a very petite woman, so her body was naturally blessed with an easier time snapping back, though she told me the workout routine she’d been employing as well and it sounded killer. She cradled my head to her and we kissed with intensity. Her kiss presented with a sort of ownership, overtaking my lips, vanquishing tongue to explore deep into my mouth. She released sooner than was natural, punishing me from her, silver strings of spit connecting our mouths for a moment. Read more »

Forced to the Edge

He raised his glass in mock victory before knocking back the final swig of a pink fizzy cider. James swallowed down the sugary mixture with an exaggerated gulp, slamming the glass back down on the table triumphantly.

Sara laughed, “Stop being an ass and go get the next round.”

“Alrighty,” he said, standing wobbly. Hours of boozing were beginning to take effect.

“Same again please!” she shouted to him as he walked away, jiggling her glass of her gin and tonic in his direction. Sara’s smile glistened sweetly.

They were in a fancy hotel bar uptown, a few floors up with a beautiful view of the city as the sun faded and the blue of dusk rolled over the skyline. The tinkering of piano music over the speakers was a little pretentious for James’ liking, but this has been Leo’s choice. The velvety green seats and walnut furnishings were exactly his brand of frivolity. Leo was in the middle of an account of his third date with some guy he’d met online and Sara was on the edge of her seat. Read more »

How He Watched (Part One) [Str8] [FA]

Lizzie Stone is a 21 year old junior attending a smaller university. She lives in a house towards town with her best friends Morgan and Ricky. Ricky is a flamboyant gay male, tan due to his Latino heritage, and very in shape. Morgan is thin, about average height for a women, has blue eyes, and dark black hair. Whereas Lizzie is a little taller, thicker (some would say overweight), with dirty blonde hair, and hazel eyes. When it comes to strangers Lizzie keeps to herself, it takes her a while to get comfortable but once she is she’s very open. Ricky can talk to anyone for hours and Morgan is the average extrovert.

It’s a Friday morning, 9:13am and Lizzie is waking up in a frantic mood hoping she’ll get ready for class in time. Read more »

The Fitness Instructor, Part 1 [MF] [Oral] [Public]

Being 22 year old man, it was convenient to have a nice little corporate gym in the basement of our office building. It had all the equipment you needed, plus access to good running paths and a large aerobics studio. The weights and weight machines were on one level, while the cardio machines and aerobics studio were together on another level.

On days when we lifted, most of the guys I knew would time their workout, so they were finished with the weights in time for aerobics class. Now, that wasn’t because we were actually going to the class. The beauty of this gym was that the all the cardio equipment faced towards the aerobics studio which was separated from the rest of the gym by a massive glass partition. Most of the fitness instructors taught class from the other side of the studio, meaning that all of us horny young men could do our cardio while enjoying the view of a bunch of great, young female asses bouncing around in front of us in tight workout leggings. I’m not sure how many of the women were ever aware that the cardio equipment was always suddenly full of dudes just about the time class started, though I later learned that the fitness instructor certainly knew. Read more »

Making a slave wife (F4M, BDSM, NSFW)

I have a vision of my future, as a loving and caring housewife and mother, but also as property of my husband. However, I am not able to let go of my freedom and the feminist views engrained in my brain. I need someone to brainwash me completely.

I need a man to make me his slave. I need him to keep me tied down to a bed, deprived of all my senses. I need him to out noise-cancelling headphones over my ears, to tie a blindfold over my eyes and tape my mouth shut. I want to lie there, knowing I can’t move or scream, being unable to know what’ll happen to me. I then want him to proceed doing whatever he wishes to me – and pushing me over and beyond any and all of my limits. Read more »