I [f] have made my dorm mate [f] my sex slave

My entire sexual life, I have been the submissive girl, clean up girl, the mindless fuck toy. And I love it. I won’t give it up. But I’ve never been in a situation where I could be in control. Until now!

I got a new dorm mate last month. And she was a very shy virgin who only kissed a guy once. She never even jilled herself because she was too nervous she’d get caught. She noticed me whenever I would stay over some of my outfits, toys and stuff so she would ask questions. I’d honestly answer.

One night I’m laying in bed and she comes in the bed with me. I turn over and just look at her nervously try to kiss me. I kissed her and it lasted a bit. I asked her what she was doing and she wanted me to show her a good time. I made her strip down for me and I ate her out. I made her sleep naked that night and every night after. She hasn’t broken that rule.

I realized she wanted me to control her. In fact she said once after a couple of nights she wanted me to use her sexually.

Payback

You close the door behind you, happy to finally be home after a long day of running around. You open the closet to put away your boots and coat. As you put the hanger back, you suddenly feel my arms slip around your shoulders, hugging you tight against me. You sigh contentedly, leaning into my embrace. I plant soft kisses on your neck and cheek while you turn to glance at me out of the corner of your eye.

“Well hello to you too.” You say playfully, enjoying my affections.

My arms slide down your own, gently pulling them behind you. Before you know what’s happening, you find your wrists bound behind your back, clamped in a soft pair of handcuffs. My kisses have made their way up the side of your face. I pull myself close and whisper into your ear, “Not a hello my dear, this… is revenge.”

I whip you around to face me, your arms locked behind your back. You’re helpless to resist my lips against yours, catching your shocked gasp before it can escape. I take your lower lip between my teeth, pulling it away before I release you and meet your eyes with a devious smirk.

Brewing at the office [MF]

I’m a guy in his early twenties who works with a small team. I’ve always had a preference towards older women, whether that be teachers, friends mom’s, or celebrities. So, when on my first day, I met the woman I was starting with, Marie, a pretty blonde, single 48 year old year old, my head immediately began drifting off onto the possibilities.

Marie and I have developed a very open friendship, talking about sex, porn, and relationships. Lately, things have begun to feel a bit different. Yesterday, she asked about how my sex life has been and I said nonexistent, which leads to today’s event.

Upon walking into the office this morning, I greeted Marie. She immediately groaned a bit so I asked what was wrong. She complained of a painful knot in her neck. After talking for a few more minutes, the groaning continued until I volunteered to help her out.

I stood above her and began massaging her bare shoulders and neck. The groaning turned into moaning. She kept whispering how good it felt and asking for me to go deeper and then mix it up with slowly scratching or tracing my fingers along her smooth skin.

[M]et up with a [m]arried panty boy

We started texting after some back and forth online. Real texting. Not kik. Because I don’t see the point of app that replicated what my phone already does.

But when you have each other’s number that just adds an extra lair of temptation. When your cock is rock hard and you’re on the edge would you rather text about it…or listen?

It didn’t happen that often. At least not at first. He had to wait until his wife was out of the house. But then we’d start texting.

Sometimes he’d tell me how he fucked his wife. Or I’d tell him about the women and men I’d fucked lately. We’d talk about his fantasy of being cuckolded.

He’d talk about his wife panties. How he liked to stroke in them. How he’d love me to cum in them while he watched.

Sometimes he’d admit he was curious about sucking cock. Or being taken by a man.

The calls were never that long. We weren’t looking to become pals. We both had a need. There was an urgent intensity. Within a few minutes we were jacking off and cumming together. After that we’d quickly get off the phone until next time.

The Roadtrip (Exhibitionism) (mDom/fSub) (Spanking) (Finger Fuck)

We were on day three of our road trip, making the long drive from New York to Austin for SXSW. We were both excited for the event, but to be honest, the drive was starting to get a little boring. Endless highway stretching on and on in front of us. We’d already previewed the tracks of all the bands we planned to see when we got there. We’d made a list of all the BBQ places we planned to hit as well. What’s worse is that we spent the previous two nights crashed at friends’ houses along the way which didn’t give us any time for some proper fucking, leaving us both more than a little pent up.

We cruised down the Interstate in my black, Jeep Cherokee, hands resting on each other’s legs as I drove. My hand slid gently up and down your smooth, warm thigh, occasionally slipping under your sundress where my fingertips would brush the slowly dampening fabric starting to cling to your pussy lips. “Mmmm, that’s so nice,” you purred, as your hand sought out my stiffening cock through my shorts. We teased each other like this for mile-after-mile, both trying to maintain our composure, my hard cock straining against my boxers and shorts as your blue panties darkened the wetter they got.

[MF] I slept with my high school crush…

This one’s going to be a bit long but, hopefully, worth it.

This happened two years ago and to this day it’s been my most fulfilling sexual encounter, if my most shameful.

I was 24 at the time, a slightly bigger guy with a decent build. Enough to give me self-confidence issues but not enough to make me hate myself. I got a text out of the blue from a girl that I knew from high school, we’ll call her Marissa.

Marissa and I had a couple of classes together in high school, and the classes that we did have had very strict seating policies. There was no opportunity to ‘move where you pleased’. But as fate would have it, we ended up sitting next to each other in some fashion in each class.

She was this lanky, awkward girl with the type of hair that looked more at home in the aftermath of an explosion than on a head. It was brown and curly and everywhere. We talked endlessly about anything and everything, and it was a miracle that we were never separated.

Sharing a FWB for the first time Pt 2 [MFF]

Realized that I never posted the other “part” of our threesome experience.

We had a threesome with another guy & she agreed to another girl. Luckily she was true to her word.

We actually got lucky with another girl we went to school with at the time. Since we were only FWBs, we had agreed that if we wanted to see other people it was fine. I had hit it off with a girl who was a theater geek (Gabby). She was latina, curvy and pretty tall at about 5′ 10″. We had texted back and forth a bit, eventually getting into sexual stuff. She asked what was the wildest thing I’ve done sexually and I admitted to the previous threesome. She was surprised and admitted that she had wanted to try one someday. I jokingly had said “even with another girl?” and she just replied “lol yeah.” At that point, I was convinced we found our 3rd. I mentioned it to my FWB and she didn’t know the girl but thought she was cute enough and was down if we could talk her into it. I was halfway there!

[F]. A wild 3some, and my first fisting.

I met this guy at a friends party and wet for it off right away. He was from Boston, working in Montreal on a contract. I ended up sleeping with him that night back at my place when he drove me home.

The next day he tells me that he has a girlfriend, but that they are in an open relationship. I didn’t honestly buy it, not did I really care. I wasn’t looking for a bf and in do enjoy my 1 night stands. It’s not the first time that I sleep with married guys, and it never bothered me. In my opinion if they don’t cheat with me, I’ll be another girl.

Anyways, sex was very good with him, so when he asked if we could see each other again, I was fully up for it.

This went on for about 4 months. Seeing him a few times per week. We would go out for drinks, dinner, sometimes it was just sex. Basically a sex friend. He kept taking about his GF and insisted that she was OK with him sleeping around and that in fact he had talked to her about me. Again, I pretty much ignored the conversation. I didn’t need him to justify his actions.

Doctor Thickenstein [M/M][Full Story][Anal][Butt Growth]

“You’re sure this is safe?” Jason asked, shivering as another layer of the frigid gel was slathered over his exposed backside.

Victor took his time working the chemical into the other man’s taut, solid cheeks. “Safe…ish. We’ve talked about this…I’m confident the process won’t be fatal, but beyond that, no promises.”

“Is there a reason I can’t be doing that?” Jason squirmed awkwardly at the sensation of the other man’s hands kneading his perky bubble. He was already embarrassed enough to be standing around naked without another man rubbing his ass for twenty minutes. It didn’t help that he already felt insecure around the older man. Victor had the kind of huge, chiseled body he longed for. Looking at the other man’s straining polo and plastered on jeans, he couldn’t wait to be that size.

“It’s all about variable control. This is an experiment, after all. By doing this myself I’m eliminating possible influencing factors,” Victor lied. There really wasn’t any reason Jason couldn’t have applied the gel himself. He just didn’t want to pass up the opportunity to get his hands on the young man’s cheeks in their original state. “I’m done anyway,” he said, giving the slick back side a quick slap. “Thanks for your patience….I know that was awkward.”

How I Actually Lost My Virginity [FM]

The day after [my encounter with Joe](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/b3t5ua/how_i_almost_lost_my_virginity_fm_repost_blowjob/) was among the most nerve wracking days of school I’d ever had. Not finals, not pop quizzes, just a simple day of practicing to march in for graduation. Simple, right? The problem was, even though Joe was there, he wouldn’t look at me. When I met up with my usual group of friends that morning, he just mumbled a hello and focused on his breakfast. When the bell rang, he was the first to shoot off to wherever he had to be. When all the graduating seniors met up for marching practice, he just took his place in line and kept quiet, instead of joining the rest of us off to the side, joking about how stupid it was to build two days into the schedule to learn how to walk properly. I really, truly thought I had messed up our friendship forever. To my eighteen year old mind, it was the end of the world.