[M]ild initiation o[f] a young woman to the BDSM lifestyle

Let me preface this by saying that the events in this story are part fiction, part fact. The events are based on real life, while the conversations and details have been suitably modified for better narration and in the interest of anonymity.

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I used to work at a big finance firm a few years back. Our company hired many junior undergrads as summer interns who were invited to work on certain projects for a few weeks. Based on their performance and abilities, they would be later extended a full time position (or not). One of the things I used to love about this program was the eagerness and enthusiasm of those young undergrads to please their superiors. I have always had a dominant streak in me, be it inside the bedroom or otherwise. Setting up rules for someone to achieve their goals, training them with the discipline they need to develop in themselves, pushing them out of their comfort zone, are some of the things I have found that I enjoy that naturally come to me. Being a mentor for a small team of these summer interns would mean taking the responsibility to guide them through their project, and cultivating these skills in them. Besides, their willingness to learn was the cherry on the cake.

The Seminar

Air travel is so hectic these days, with all the security and long lines, that I was happy to have been upgraded to first class. I was even able to snag a Diet Coke while the other passengers were boarding. The flight was full, and the remaining passengers were boarding when a quite attractive lady in business attire stopped my seat.

“Excuse me, I believe I am beside you in 2-A” she said pleasantly with a very nice smile. And I was quite happy to be seated next to this lady for the next 3-1/2 hours, rather than some overweight guy in shorts and a tank top.

I stood and stepped aside to let her in to her seat.

“Hi, I’m Matt”, I said to her once we were situated.

“Hi Matt, I’m Sandy” she said as she asked the flight attendant for a glass of wine.

We chatted prior to takeoff about our destination, San Francisco, whether we had been there before, favorite restaurants and such. Checking her phone before departure, she had a text message from someone, which caused her to tear up, saying “damn you” under her breath.

“Is something wrong?” I asked.

All’s aboard who’s cumming aboard !! [MF] [M]

Quick little story about an amazing couple I had the pleasure of hanging around with for a couple of summers…
I met a couple on CL about 4 years ago they lived in xxx Landing. She is a super fit 40 something with a modest set of enhanced boobs that are amazing, she is amazing, and he is a well hung husband. I was out on the boat alone, which happens often as I will get out and go when ever I possibly can and shot him a text as I was out in front of his place and asked them what they were doing, he said he would come out for a couple drinks but his wife was busy.. after a couple hours his wife texted and said she was done and would we pick her up.
Turns out it was his birthday and after a while he asked for his birthday blow job from her. She is very much into pleasuring him so she proceeded to take his cock out and get him hard in front of me . Soon they were fucking all over my boat in multiple positions. I never hesitated to pull my hard cock out and started stroking and pleasuring myself . I wanted to make myself cum and the same time he did . Eventually after fucking her in a bunch of ways and making sure I saw it all he took his wife and set her down on my captains chair which is a double wide and pumped her missionary style in no time he filled her pussy with his cream… sitting across from them at that point and stroked my hard cock to completion all over my chest and belly a the same time and as I did, he looked over and smiled. We all had a laugh and I went over to her , kissed her on the cheek and said “Thank you!” turned around and jumped in the lake to wash all the cum off myself , they jointed and we all had another giggle, just awesome!

The Neighborhood: Part 13 [MF][Handjob][Exh][Mast][Mdom][Oral][Sex][MC][SciFi]

**Note:** This is going to be it for a little while. I’ll be on vacation for a bit, and writing trashy erotica is typically what I do in lieu of vacation, so… Anyhow, more will come, it’ll likely be a trickle, at best, through the rest of the year.

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**Chapter 28: Kristie Comes on Board**

Back at his office, still feeling frustrated, Colin buzzed in Natalie. She walked over and stood in front of his desk, pad and pen ready.

“None of that.” Colin said. “I want to talk about your training.”

“Um, yes, sir?” She prompted him.

“First, why don’t you take off your clothes.”

“Of course, sir.” Natalie didn’t hesitate, but she never looked thrilled about it. He would have to check her responses in the system, maybe amp up her arousal. She carefully folded her blouse, jacket, and skirt, and set them on the couch at the side of the room. She stood in front of him in some of her newer lingerie, tan thigh highs, the rest still fairly conservative—he couldn’t see if she waxed or not—but she was really emphasizing her breasts, which suited him fine. Her nipples were hard behind the lacy fabric, though he couldn’t see them. Colin wanted to tell her to start wearing something a little more revealing—he had told her to, in fact—but she was interpreting the word ‘revealing’ on her own terms.

The Airport Lounge

I had been travelling for 14 hours straight from Seoul. You would think I’d be tired but I had slept most of the way. The past week had been hectic. No time for anything. Just meetings, conferences, long nights out drinking and going to singing rooms. It has been so busy and I was so done every night I didn’t even have time rub myself or to cum. It had been almost two weeks now and my balls ached and swelled. I even had an embarrassing moment on the plane where the flight attendant offered me some champagne and then she looked down and giggled. I had just woke up from the most beautiful dream and my shaft pushed hard against my pants as clear day. It twitched against the outline. She seemed a little embarrassed but at the same time thrilled by it.

As I got off the plane I actually felt rejuvenated, full of energy, And full of bright green lust. It’s not mentioned often but the testosterone build up in men from not cumming makes every muscle feel bigger, makes every stride longer, and every word more confident. After a successful week, pulling in a fair bit of money I wanted to celebrate. I had 6 hours before my connection to Pearson and decided to saunter in with that extra wide stride into the airport lounge.

[M]y best friend begged me to sleep with his girl[F]riend [MF] [Very long, part 1]

Hi. Long time reader, first time poster here. I have long wanted to post my confession here to make myself feel better, but never had the guts to do so. Finally I decided that I needed some closure so that I can stop thinking about my past flings. English is not my first language, so please bear with me if my story below is poorly described. With the exception of names being changed and the conversations translated from my native language, the entire story and context below is true. If it is too long, just skip to the part with [TLDNR].

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To begin with, I was very close friends with Zack. Although I am 6 years older, he was very mature for his age when I first knew him back then. He was 14 and I was 20. All these while, I have not met him for a long time when I got a job in a different suburb of the city we live in, while he continued schooling.

The Night I Met My Nymph [MF]

A little background for everybody, I am a 6′ tall Asian guy, my body type, is that of a former athlete that went a bit out of shape, so I am somewhat fluffy yet hard. My Nymph on the other hand is a 5’2″ Asian girl, with long dark hair that runs to the middle of her back, petite frame, A cup boobs, perfect hips and one hell of an ass.

Now that we have a bit of a background, we met through Bumble, she swiped right due to me being athletic and interested in yoga; I swiped right because I found her cute and I hoped we would match.

We chatted for a little over a week, while chatting I jokingly flirted with her somehow involving her owing me a spank when we meet up; she agreed. Well I had no idea what kind of girl I was already playing with as apparently I will later find out that this is her weak spot.

Strange Appeal – Has a surprise ending, less than 1k words. Hope you enjoy.

Somehow, Vicky felt like she was born for this moment. It was a strange thought considering she was bound by her ankles and wrists in the trunk of a Cadillac.

Life before now had been a combination of what the fuck and you’re fucking kidding me. Add a slice of fuck me and top it off with a holy fucking shit and you’d have the ingredients for her 22 years on Earth. She had a life sequence of one shit show after another. Some weren’t of her own making. Some were.

Whoever her abductor was, he kept his car clean. The trunk had that new car smell still. Shock must have kept her from panic. A little thought screaming “SERIAL KILLER” broke in and out of her mind.

Vicky could see the back of the tail lights and the shine of the Cadillac emblem in the darkness of the trunk. It reminded her of the light coming from under the closet door when her sister had boys over. Or from when they both hid as their mother screamed from their fathers blows.

The Timestop: Chapter 2

2 years ago i started a series called “The Timestop”. Unfortunately the last two years have been very hard for me and, despite having a lot of the main story completed, I was unable to publish anymore of the story. The last few months have been a lot easier and i am now pleased to say that a lot more content is on the way. I plan to publish the next few chapters of The Timestop before introducing a new series along side it. Chapter 2 is not as long as the last chapter but I had to restructure a lot of the story and so this is a compromise I have had to make. I hope you enjoy and I promise chapter 3 will be far better.

The Timestop Chapter 1: [https://www.reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/5116xd/the_timestop_str8_fm_school_anal_huml_cuck_nc/](https://www.reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/5116xd/the_timestop_str8_fm_school_anal_huml_cuck_nc/)

Chapter 2:

Mrs Carter sprang back into life as I unfroze time

“Now girls-“ she said before stopped mid sentence. Her eyes had suddenly gone wide and her jaw started to slack.

“Time…time…I…” she muttered as her hips started to gyrate and her hands dug into the desk. i could see her knuckles going white as she found to keep herself composed, her look of shock turning into confusion.

I KNEW IT WAS WRONG [Mf] [oral] [rimjob] [mast] [swallow]

I was helping out some friends who needed an office manager for a summer camp they ran. I was supposed to sit in the office, handling paperwork. But that summer, they were a little short staffed for counselors. I’m only 23, so it didn’t seem too out of place. Anyway, most of the other counselors ranged from 18-21.

On the first day of camp, I was told there were a few more counselors who were arriving. I waited outside to greet everyone as the busses arrived. The kids rushed off the busses, ranging from 6-18. And then, I saw her. The new counselor. She was a thick blonde, wearing skin tight beige shorts, hiking boots, and a blue polo shirt. By the time she had stepped off the bus, I had undressed her with my eyes, her firm breasts, muscular thighs. She had a pink pussy, a little patch of hair trimmed into the shape of a triangle.

I walked over to her and offered to take her bag, introducing myself.

“Eric,” I said.

“Ariella,” she said. “I guess they stepped up their counseling game since last year.”