Work was ‘interesting’ to say the least. Rawsall, Grosvenor and Co. A small investment firm in Manchester, very little known about them, a mysterious operation and an even more enigmatic owner. Ben Rawsall – dark blonde, green eyed, six feet three or so and a charismatic dresser to boot. He wore a navy blue suit, with a white pocket square and some tasseled loafers as the rest of the office moped around in black and striped suits. It was clear from our first meeting that he wasn’t interested in ‘conventional’, there was no HR department, there were no obvious rules, there was nothing to stop him doing whatever the fuck he wanted. I liked that in a man.
How My Dream Vacation Turned Into A Nightmare Part 3: Section 1 [Non-Con] [Breasts] [Impregnation] [RP]
I could never keep track of time passed. I had no access to clocks of any sort and no way of telling whether it was night or day. My only way of keeping any indication of the time was when the men fucked me. I figured that they usually did so during the day time and into the late night. Relying on this, I kept my own mental clock.
A long time passed before my next session with Snake. At least to me, it felt like a long time. My body was hardly given any time to heal as the other men used me as a fuck toy. I was spit-roasted, gang-banged, double-penetrated, raped. They were savage, vicious, and primal in their need to fuck me. Nothing was ever a routine as they found new positions and new ways to use me.
In that first period between my first and second session with Snake, the men found all-new ways to humiliate me. The man I had previously urinated on started using my mouth as his new toilet. The other boys caught on quickly and all three of my holes were used as such.
My [M] life as a 30 year old virgin, met a hot [F] who seemed to like me. But I got ruined again…
If anyone has read my other posts, I have treacher colin’s syndrome which has doomed me to a life of rejection. I made a few posts about my previous rejections and denials. It’s not so much the rejections but seeing the woman who rejected me playing with another guy. It used to hurt me, but it became a fetish.
The past year I been trying to find a woman who enjoys denying me and would tease me, make me jealous with other men. Even offering money, I had some success. I had one chick agree to pick me up from work, go out for coffee and then we’d go to another guys house who I previously found on a dating app who agreed to this. Then we went to his place and she made out with him and they fucked right infront of me. Was hott but not mind blowing, I think cause I didnt get to build a bond with her and was just too fast.
A few months ago I met a very attractive Indian woman who wasn’t even into this fetish. She told me she primarily liked white guys. I have a huge thing for ethnic/Indian women so I was really excited about the thought of seeing her with other men but she wasn’t into that.
Wife walked in on me ridding her husband’s cock, in their bed. [FM]
This was the same guy I wrote about in my last post. One afternoon, when the kids were at their grandparent’s place and the wife was supposed to be out for hours, the guy (Let’s call him Chris) called me over for a fucking session. We got down to business the moment I walked in through the door.
First he fucked me on the living room floor , then we move to tell master bedroom. I began ridding his hard cock as he thrust inside me with all he had whole playing with my tits. In the heat of the moment, we had forgotten to shut the bedroom door.
So when the wife came home unexpectedly early, she walked in on her hubby in their bed with another woman going to town on his dick. I believe she just stood there in shock for a few seconds, before we heard her scream. She began yelling at him incoherently , while bawling.
The funny thing is that the moment we heard her scream, Chris was really close to cumming. So even as she screamed cried, he thrust in me a few more times so he could finish. I had already had an orgasm.
[MF] Story request from a Tinder match – First attempt at writing – Strangers on a train
The server brings your dry and dirty martini, placing it just in front of you, snapping you out of the little dream you were just having as you looked out the window on the train, “here is your martini, extra dirty” the server smiles with a wink.
Placing the glass to your lip you are reminded of the little fantasy that had been playing in your mind before being interrupted. Foot steps break your concentration once more and you look back into the train car to see me approaching.
Your heart flutters, butterflies dance in your tummy and you feel your face flush, I catch your subtle embarrassment and it makes me smile. “scotch neat” I say to the bartender, he jumps to it and I feel you watching me as I wait for my drink.
I take my drink and find a booth close to you, but not directly in front of you, I place my drink and book on the table and start to get settled… “unstoppable by Dave Anderson” you blurt out by accident.
[MF] My wife needed a release thanks to reddit!
My wife u/j_jonah_bjameson started posting to reddit last week. Needless to say I was quite excited by this really hot turn of events. What I didn’t expect was how hot and bothered my wife would get.
One of the days she posted and then left for work wearing what she had posted in. She was messaging me all day telling me how wet reddit was making her. How much she was aching from redditors talking to her while they touched themselves. It made her want to touch herself but she couldn’t as she was at work.
We had someone coming to install a new appliance for us that day shortly after she got home. She was upstairs getting changed out of her work clothes when i grabbed her. I carried her over to our bedroom window. It overlooks the front of the house and our street. She needed to be able to see if the serviceman showed up while I was busy.
About the time I fooled around with two friends and then fucked my PAWG ex on my birthday party [FM][FM][FM]
Hello guys I’m a long time lurker and always wanted to share some of my adventures. Excuse my shitty writing, English is not my native language.
This story takes place about three years ago, I invited a bunch of friends, including one of my fwbs, to my house for a birthday party/hang out. I cooked some nacho dips, took out the booze and prepared a playlists. Now first of all I’m by no means attractive, I think I’m average looking at best. During my whole life I was the fat kid but at the time of this story I was 20yo very into the gym life and was looking kind of muscular but still chubby. Anyways, I prepared my self a rum and coke to pregame with before everyone arrived. Then I got a message from Carla, my long time fwb, she was THAT booty call whenever I wanted a no strings attached animalistic raw sex who also is a great friend. She said “Hey baby, I’ll just stopped by to give you for birthday gift and bounce to another party”, I responded back saying it’s OK and to move her ass here. She arrived shortly, we kissed, she nibbled (she loves to do thst and got me into it) my ear and told me to wait in the sofa she was going to prepare my gift, if I knew her well I know what was coming. Carla she’s beautiful slim thicc latina with light skin, curly dark hair, big eyes, B cups boobs and great legs but the one thing I love the most is her enthusiasm. She knows how to be sensual and treat a man or woman.
I dated this girl, discovered she was trans, went along anyway, she blew my mind, and I paid for her breast surgery. Zero regrets, would recommend. The best girls are sometimes boys. [TM]
I am a 39 year old professional. I’m unmarried (by choice) and have no kids. I’ve been very successful in my career. I don’t say that to brag, only to point out that money isn’t a big concern for me.
About two years ago, I’m out with some friends at a bar when I see this smoking hot girl. I went and chatted her up. “Jenny” (not her real name) was younger (24) and clearly attracted to me. We wound up making out for a while in an Uber, during which she was also stroking my cock through my pants. We made plans to hang out a few nights later, which ended with her giving me a brain-melting blowjob. Honestly, best I’d ever had.
The next time we hung out, I was fully expecting to fuck her. And, sure enough, we were going down that path at my place, when she stopped and, looking sorta embarrassed, gave me the “I’m not like most other girls…” talk. And dropped the bomb that this girl… had a dick.
[F4A] Losing My Virginity in a Car part 1
So judging by the title this may seem like it was a bad experience but throughout the time of my relationship with my boyfriend, it is one of the most reappearing sessions I think about.
We had gone out on a date in the first place. We went out to eat and messed around at the mall just talking about anything that came to mind and having fun. He always likes to take me to random beautiful parks to go walk cause it’s fun and and we don’t have to pay for anything lol.
After he had been driving for about 30 minutes I’m looking completely lost at where we are.
I asked him, “ babe where are we going? I thought we were gonna go back to your house.”
“It’s a surprise where we’re going but know that what I wanna do can’t really be done with my parents home.” I look at him and blushed because I already knew this was gonna happen since we talked about, I just didn’t think would happen so soon after that talked about it.
A Lesson In Oral Sex, Against Impossible Odds – “Knitting” [MF]
Show me a man who doesn’t give oral, and I’ll show you how to steal his girl.
To say that I’m a fan of oral sex is the understatement of the century. Short of the judicious application of power tools, I have never known anything that would drive a woman to orgasm so powerfully, reliably, and repeatedly.
As Robin Williams taught us “Bring a lunch, stay for the day.”
I was living in the city of Kalamazoo at the time. Yes, it’s a real place, no you don’t actually want to visit. Kalamazoo is a great place to be from, and there’s a long list of reasons that the majority of people who live there only do it for a few years.
But if you have to suffer, there’s no reason not to do it in style. It’s a college town and I was living on Stanwood street in the heart of the student ghetto. I had a small liberal arts college off the end of my driveway, an old state university at the other end of the block, and hot and cold running pussy abound at all times of day and night. The women of Kalamazoo were beautiful, plentiful, and even if you couldn’t find Miss Right, you could certainly find Miss Right Now.