[MF] My friends gf

Part 1

So about 10 years ago at around 20 I got my own little place. It toke me a while to get it really into a livable place. Time went on and a few months later a friend of mine needed a place to live. I was happy to help a good friend in need as I had an extra room. He moved int got a job and helped a little with the rent every now and then. I didn’t mind, as I wanted to help him get on his feet.

Moving on, time passed and he got a new gf, this 19 year old average height, fit, 32DD, hazelnut brunette, she was good to look at. We met her at the same time and she came onto me first, but I had a gf so I wasn’t interested. So they started dating, but the problem was that she never left our place. She had her own place, but she was always at our place. Me helping out a friend started turning into me supporting a friend and his gf, while they toke up all the space and used all the stuff that I had to pay for. This wasn’t what I signed up for, my place turned into their place and I felt like a third wheel.

A Firm Hand (Part 2) – MF

**A Firm Hand (Part 2) by A. G. Ellis**

I stand and let you relax your damp naked body against me, your back against my chest. “Come with me,” I say, gripping your hand.

On shaky legs you follow me into a bedroom, and while you take a moment to breathe, I move a wooden ladder-back chair to the middle of the floor. I don’t sit you in it. Instead I urge you to kneel on it, so your knees are on the seat and your elbows across the top rail of the back. You flash an expression at me, seeking approval. You are shifting, so aroused, growing more tense with anticipation as I unbuckle my belt and walk around you. I can see your eyes fixated on my crotch, knowing you’d soon get a glimpse. But you aren’t expecting what I do next.

I pull my leather belt completely off, then I squat down to wrap it around the backs of your knees, tightening them into the stiles of the chair back. Then I loop the leather and pull your wrists down through the loops, positioning you such that your wrists and knees are secured together on opposite sides of the stiles, your ass in the air and your chest against the top rail. It is like you are tied over a log. I tug the belt until it creaks around the wood.

Paging Dr. Richards (FM)(Medical)

First Gyno Visit

((I was commissioned to write a story and decided to adapt it for here. Hope you guys like it!))

Elle was to be in her senior year of high school and had just turned eighteen over the summer. Fall was now rolling in and she was heading back class in roughly a week meaning there were lots of things to be done in preparation. She would be picking up her books, shopping for her new uniforms, and attending a plethora of doctor’s visits for routine check ups and vaccines. Anxiety pitched as the days drew nearer and she wondered if this year would be better than the last.

The girl in question was shy, but pretty in a non-threatening girl next door sort of way. Her body was sun kissed and berry brown from spending most of the summer at the beach with her family – all save the parts covered by her bikini which stood stark white in contrast. Her nose was graced with a scattering of freckles and soft green eyes stared out from beneath thick lashes that kissed the apples of her cheeks whenever she blinked. Golden brown hair hung in unruly curls that cascaded down the middle of her back. Her style was bookish and meek. Large glasses sat perched upon the button nose with round wire frames, white keds adorned her feet – the style of the day when not in school was frequently jeans and a t-shirt.

[FM] A Rigged Game with my Sir (bdsm, body writing, edging/denial, mention of exhibition)

“Get on cam now, ” four simple words, i’ve enjoyed often from Sir during quarantine. my phone bathed my face in light, piercing underneath my flinching eyelids. i immediately did as Sir asked, reflexively moving my phone to show all of Sir’s property to him. As was often the case now, ~~my~~ His pussy glistened a bit in the light.

“Good morning, slut,” my body jerked a little bit forward, little daggers of pleasure gnawing up and down my body. It wasn’t morning, but it was *my* morning. Sir had been waking me up in the middle of the night for our little play dates.

“Thank you Sir, how did you sleep Sir?” my familiar response, making sure to look Sir in the eyes or just below the eyes (He liked me that way). i could feel warmth spreading across my chest, like a hug during the middle of winter.

“I slept well, been thinking of things to do to you slut. Expose yourself.” Sir’s voice always carried a softness to it but one that left no room for disobedience. He didn’t need to raise his voice or invoke anger – He knew just the fear of His disappointment was all the stick i would ever need.

Weekend at the beach w daddy, part 1: dinner

We were off for a weekend at the beach.   We were already there and going to dinner.   You told me to wear a sun dress with no panties.  I gave you a look and sighed because it always embarrasses me to go anywhere without underwear. 

You saw it and asked if there was a problem.  I said no, but my look told a different story.  You told me, ” tell me, now.”  I took a deep breath, looked you square in the face and said “I want to wear underwear.”   You said “ok, wear a thong.”

I stood there for a second,  shocked.  But then moved quickly before you changed your mind. 

Off to dinner we went.  Seafood.   Always best at the beach.   We talked through dinner, but I’m not sure about what.  I only know how wet it made me and I remembered thinking I was glad you allowed me to at least wear a thong. 

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(M)y coworker’s (f)irst time at the strip club [MF]

My career involves a good amount of travel and entertaining. In one of my past companies, I had a Russian coworker named Dahlia. Dahlia is a smoking hot blonde girl, who prides herself on fitness, has great perky tits, and an ass that shows off how fit she is. She looks like Evan Rachel Wood in my opinion. Her thick Russian accent is the icing on the cake.

Quick description of myself. I am about 6’3”, slim but toned from lifting weights, and I always have some sort of stubble facial hair. People play the celebrity look alike game with me a lot. The most flattering one that I like to believe is the most accurate (even if it’s not) is Ryan Gosling.

When Dahlia first joined the team, we had a happy hour event and noticed she was a little flirty and touchy after a drink or two. I was surprised since I knew she was married. Her and I continued to have a good work relationship, but never more than that. She would call me for advice and I would see her at events here and there. She continued to be a little flirty, but I always just assumed that was her personality.

[FM] Cum in my eyes ?

It’s almost not even funny the amount of times I’ve had cum in my eye, it’s not the worst thing in the world but I swear you’re pulling stringy bits of cum out your eye for at least 12 hours afterwards. But, they’re happy so you’re happy right? WRONG. I live by this rule (with one person being an exception); don’t put their genitals in your mouth if they won’t do the same for you.

I understand the whole thrill for men cumming on a woman’s face, it’s almost territorial, very caveman-esque but it’s just so messy. And how do you know when they’re done?! I like the guys that moan because it gives you a clear indication as to when it’s safe to open your eyes or start to swallow, but the guys that don’t it’s so unclear as to when the danger zone becomes the safe zone. So you’re on the floor mouth open (because of the rule, he munched you out so it’s only fair) and it is happening, there’s cum all over your face, except in your eyes, what a result. It’s stopped. You open your eyes. POW. One last, sad, leftover bit of cum at the end straight in your eye. FANTASTIC. And the worst part is, they laugh. At least if it’s in your mouth, you can swallow it quickly and then chug some water like your Chef Ramsay rinsing your palate.

[F] Exploring myself on the empty floor

I work in an office building and last month the company in the floor above mine moved out. Since then, it’s been empty and the doors have been locked. 

As I was returning a set of keys to the lock box I noticed a bunch of keys labeled with 5th floor, which is the empty floor. Me, being an explorer, kept the keys and waited for the perfect moment to get away and explore. 

I finally had my chance when I finished working. Instead of going down to the parking lot, I snuck upstairs to the next floor and tested my key at the door. It unlocked and I slipped in, making sure to lock the door behind me. I finally found a quiet place at work where I could do anything I wanted. 

Almost immediately, my mind started to wander. I knew that nobody else could get in since I had the keys. This is also the top floor of the building so nobody could see me as they walked past. I wondered if I could use this place to touch myself whenever I wanted. 

So this happend to me today [F34]

Well today sure was an interesting day!

As some of you may know I work in healthcare more specifically helping the mentally handicapped. Well lately the lockdown measures have been getting a bit looser, so visitors have been allowed back in the facility. This by itself is nothing special it makes my job a bit easier but today was weird.

A new visitor was wandering the halls I couldn’t quite place her and I’d never seen her before either, maybe the person she was visiting was a new transfer or she just didn’t visit often I don’t know. I just noticed she kept looking at me funny. After the fourth time she past me I saw here turn her head and bite her lip, this woman (I don’t know I’m guessing in her 40 brown curly hair white shirt, tube skirt and red stilettos on her feet) just looked at me like that and was seeing me like a peace of meat, me on the other hand can be quite of a bitch at times and certainly won’t let anyone play me or I’ll open my mouth, so I walked up to her and asked her what her problem was. Her answer wasn’t exactly what I was expecting. She simply told me that I’d better be careful or my coworkers would find out a lot more about me than I would like to know. This kind of took me by surprise and I told her in not to kind words to please leave or I would have to report her and she couldn’t come visit who ever she was visiting again. She laughed and looked at me with a look that both scared me and angered me and she walked away while blowing me a kiss. I shook me to my core.

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The time when I froze time (part 4)

It was getting late and as much as I didn’t want to I decided to head home, on my way home i had to cross the same bridge as I did earlier when I saw some girls who were having fun in and around the river, I decided before I finish for the day to have a little fun, so I went over to them and saw her, she was thin with bigger boobs than all the girls from earlier, she was wearing an all black one piece swimsuit with her hair tied up in a bun.

I pulled the top of her swimsuit down to reveal her tits, they were perfectly round with small perky nipples, I started to play with them and lick them flicking her nipple with my tongue. I then started to give them a suck and to my surprise a little bit of milk came out. It was actually quite nice, it was sweet and almost tasted like honey, so I kept sucking until I had had enough. I got on my knees and moved the crotch of her swimsuit out of the way to reveal her perfectly carved pussy, her labia was neatly packed and it was cleanly shaved, I started rubbing her clit and occasionally sticking a finger up her tight un used hole, I started to lick it when suddenly I could feel something on my tongue, it turns out she had started to cream, it didn’t really taste of anything, which isn’t a bad thing.