I’ve been going to my favorite gentleman’s establishment pretty regularly over the last few months, to the point where when I show up in the afternoon, usually only one of two or three people there, I get a “Hi, how you doing?” From the usually burly manager and the bartender knows which drink I’d like. So suffice to say, I’ve become a regular at this point and as most regulars do, I’ve got a specific girl who I am HER regular, her names Molly.
At least once a week, after getting off work around 2pm, I’d go in there and have a few drinks, throw some money down, and spend my time hanging out with Molly. Everything normally stayed above board for the most part, a little “he can go a bit further during lapdances” since I’d be focused in, financially, on her every time I came in and we always had a strong connection.
Our First Visit to a Sex Club [Group]
The couples area of the club had many couches, large ottomans, and little tables around. The walls along the inside of the area were mirrored. Porn was playing on a couple of small TV screens. There were sheer red and black curtains that you can see through, into the strip club and bar area on the other side.
The smile [M/F] [CREAMPIE] [BARELY LEGAL]
All she had to do was smile, its all it took. A peak of her perfect smile and a flash of her tongue. She had no idea how much i dreamt of her, the girl of my absolute dreams.
She was small, 5’3 with flowing ginger hair, frizzy and wild. Her perky breasts barely hidden by the tight fit tops she wore to class. Her ass was big, and bubbly. It was poorly hidden by the dark blue jeans she wore, in fact they just accentuated her magnificance.
I had seen her around campus, talking to the football team members and all the atheletes. She was way out of my league. We had spoken briefly coming out of our psychology class.
We always sat at the front of our lecture, on opposite sides so we could pull funny faces at each other. We had never really spoken. It was the highlight of my day. She, was the highlight of the day.
All she had to do was smile at me, its all it took for me to talk to her after class and meet up for coffee.
Hotel Fantasy- part 1
Tl:dr- a slut gets in trouble for making too much noise, the manager gets involved.
You took me to a hotel. I had on a nice button up shirt and a short skirt, low heeled sandals. Hair up in a ponytail, since I knew you’d be using it to hold me. No jacket despite the chill. Walking through the parking lot, the cool breeze teased my nipples to hard points under the thin shirt, drew goose flesh across my thighs and teased chilling fingers over my damp, bare pussy. Pulling me to a stop halfway to the door,you make a slow show of unbuttoning my shirt to bare the upper curve of my breasts. I shivered as you smiled approvingly and led me inside.
WET DREAMS UNIVERSITY 12 Ball Gag, RVS & Dream Master (FF MF MFF MFM ANAL BDSM BONDAGE SOLO)
“I love cock too much to even think about (feeling her pussy getting wet) having another woman down there..” pulling back the covers on her side of the queen bed. “..I mean who would ever think (not knowing why she was so wet butt dipping a hand down there to torment her sensitive clit) that another woman’s tongue that knows (getting that tail tail feeling of the impending orgasm) exactly (Pixel’s arm pinned Clarissa to the queen bed) where to.. to..” still lost in her thoughts the orgasm ramped up the mental explosion. Tightening up every muscle in her body, throwing her legs wide open as her long shapely legs begun to fold in on them selves, toes pointed butt this was just the beginning of the orgasm. “Oh fuck I feel (Pixel’s hand caressed Clarissa’s triple S tit) like.. like Ooooh fuckkk yesss..” bearing down as her stomach contracted, not knowing if this was still in her head. Pinching her swollen clit, “.. lick to (pinching Clarissa’s nipple was just the beginning of Pixel’s naughty dream, at least that what Clarissa was hoping) to finger fuckkk Mmm yesss Ooooh yesss OooohOooohOooohOoooh..” loosing all hope that she could keep her masturbation a secret any longer. Clarissa’s hips started bucking, going from soft to a vicious thrusting spasm. “Butt I’ll just (yawning) have to..” falling asleep with her fingers still inside of her pussy.
“What I’m.. Ooo Ooooh Mmm..” with the ball gag blocking any sort of legible conversation the only thing Clarissa could do is moan and whimpers. “Mmm Mmm Mmmm” trying to see who put the gag in her mouth. Trying to see anybody, “Nobody.. (she thought) maybe if I..” trying to move her hands butt feeling the restraints of the garter belt wrist cuffs that held firm. “No, no this can’t be.. Mmm Mmmm Mmmmmmmmm” her thoughts transferred in to real time. “Mmmmmmmmm Mmmmmmmmm.. Ooo..” still struggling butt something caught her body’s attention. “What in the fuckkk.. yes yesss yesssssssss” Clarissa still thinking butt even that was becuming more and more difficult. The mysterious tongue was still on the outside of her pussy. Licking around her moist slit, going from the joint on her right hip up and over to the left hip joint, Clarissa’s body shuttered from the warm breath that cascaded across her lips. Going from the left joint down, crossing over at the gap. The narrow space between her asshole and pussy, “Ooooh my fuck.. yesss lick my pussy.. suck my lips.. massage my asshole.. what? What did I just.. …” Thrusting her hips as her ankles where tethered to her thighs, “OooohOooohOooohOoooh OooohOooohOooohOoooh..” “What has the tongue done to me? Oh goddess..” her thoughts where shoved aside to make room for the next orgasm that rolled through her body. “Mmmmmmmmm OooohOooohOooohOoooh Mmmmmmmmm OooohOooohOooohOoooh..” this one topped the charts for the orgasm of the year. Bringing every thing from trembles to quaking, spasms to the all important deep breathing before loosing all conscience memory of the vicious thrusting that put her over the top. The kiss to her clit, the gentle saliva trail that ran from her pussy to her bellybutton. The nips to her upper bellybutton, “Why? Why is this happing to me? Oh no not again..” Clarissa’s stomach knotted up, feeling a cock slipping in side of her pussy butt at the same time feeling feminine lips press against her nipple. Sucking the soft topper until it became hard. So hard that it called for more attention, for that tongue that flicked it to life, for the lips that covered it in it’s own hot house, for the suction as the moans came again. “Ooo OooOoooOoooo Mmm OooohOooohOooohOoooh.. … …” yes it happened. Clarissa’s head moved, her body contorted butt no moan, not even a peep came from her mouth. “Do you think she had enough” Pixel asked Angie. “Yes butt this is so fun I just don’t want to..”
“Good morning sleepy head” Pixel said looking over her mug of fuckee. “You where having some awesome dreams. I think the sheets need to be washed.. that is once you’re done with the last orgasm” Pixel said with more interest then usual.
The iWifeDevice
This is not an endorsement of an actual product. The device and company introduced in this writing are fictional products of my imagination.
Let me introduce you to The iWife Device.
If you’ve ever watch those old Star Trek shows, I’m sure you would be familiar with the Transporter, the Replicator, and the Holodeck. How the iWife Device works is based on those three technologies. Internet access required to use the device. It is about the length and width measure about 3 and half by 7 feet and stand about 3 and a half feet. About the standard size of a single bed.
Once you’ve ordered the $12,000,00 device through Fetitech Industries, simply connect it to your computer. The software is built into the iWife Device and automatically downloads upon connection. The software is registered so that most anti virus programs will not interfere the download. You may then log into the company’s website with your free issued password. Give the company your specifications of the type of male or female you desire. A code will be then generate which the company, upon credit card payment will then upload to your device. Appearing on top of the device will be a perfectly flawless molecular generated iWife. Not an image, but an actual molecularly stable solid male or female custom made to your specifications.
Your iWife can be programmed to be straight, bisexual, gay, or lesbian. The iWife will be fully sexually functional. Preprogrammed protocols have been set in the iWife’s programming so that she will be completely submissive and obedient and will never nag or complain. The iWife is usable for up to one year with a subscription and can be deleted at anytime before that. Only at the time of subscription renewal can your iWife be upgraded, No marriage license or prenuptial agreements are necessary to own an iWife.
The Brightlight Chronicles – Chapter Two [Fantasy Fiction] [MMF] [MF]
Olivia placed down her scrying crystal and let out a frustrated sigh.
“How is it possible that this infernal dragon is still able to hide himself from me? From me?!” She grumbled angrily. “I’m going to need more power to break his cloak. I need blood magic, some small woodland creature or even a human is not going to cut it, it’s going to have be something stronger.”
As Olivia prepared the teleportation spell for her departure, she heard the cries of Cassus’ orgasm denial torture coming from the dungeon. She chuckled to herself as she imagined her statues pleasuring her house guest knowing full well that no matter how much his cock is stroked, he would never cum. Still beaming with pride over the punishment she devised, she stepped onto the glowing platform and disappeared in a flash.
My [f]un afternoon with [m]y boyfriend
We just got home from a movie – the weather is chilly and rainy. We both put on comfy clothes as soon as we walked in the door. I’m laying on the bed on my stomach, playing on my phone. Glasses on, hair in a messy bun. I’m wearing a cozy sweatshirt and a thong.
He’s puttering around the bedroom, comfy in his flannel PJ pants and a warm sweatshirt. Almost time to head into the living room and get ready for the Pats game.
He sits down on the bed and rubs my ass. Tells me he loves my butt, which of course I know. Maybe that’s why I chose this position, in this particular outfit, such as it is. He leans down and gives one cheek a soft kiss. Then a little harder. If he used some more suction, I may end up with a hickey there. He stops. Tells me he doesn’t want to leave a mark because my ass looks so pretty. That’s a change from his usual attitude. Normally he likes to leave his mark on my body.
He gave me all I needed and more [MF]
I peered across the table over the rim of my drink at him, trying to communicate with my eyes that I was ready to leave. We’d had great conversation all night, but I was ready for more. What I had in mind for the night wouldn’t require words.
He got the hint, signalling for the waiter to come over and bring us the bill. We paid and left the restaurant, and as we exited he placed a hand on the small of my back, just above my ass, sending shivers down my spine. Insatiable, I started to get wet with anticipation for what the rest of the night would hold.
The car ride back to my apartment was brutal. We continued conversing, but the air was tight with tension. We caught each other’s eyes a few times, and I could see the same hunger in his that was shining in mine. His hand massaged my thigh, slowly working its way higher, never quite reaching the spot between my legs that was growing wetter and wetter. Once we arrived, no words were exchanged – we immediately made our way to my bedroom.
[MT] An unforgettable night
This story happened several years when I was 31M and she was 28T.
Disclaimer: I’ll be using she/her throughout. Transwomen are women, sorry. ♡
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I met Monica on a transgender-focused dating site. She is my height, Pacific Islander but quite slim & fit with long black hair. I can’t remember how she told me but she let me know her porn star name (she had done solo/masturbation scenes) so I had already seen her nude prior to meeting. Between that and some things she had texted me, it was clear that we would absolutely be fucking and that I would be bottoming for her.
We agreed to meet at a known a gay-friendly bar. She was at the pool table with her friend, another trans woman who was very shy, skinny and quiet and wearing bland, loose fitting clothes. Total opposite of Monica who was loud, brash and pushy and wearing a dark red tight cotton dress that only went about halfway up her thigh, along with leather boots & jacket and big hoop earrings. There was another guy there who was apparently set up with the shy girl: he was a tall, pudgy bald dude who didn’t talk much either