collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
Hey everyone,
Im searching for stories for a variety of themes: (all chastity is male)
chastity with strap-on anal (male receiving)
chastity – machine anal
chastity – t-girl anal (male receiving, i hope this is the correct term)
anal orgasm (male)
Essentially anything where a male is locked in chastity and either has strap-on, t-girl or machine penetrate him.
body swap stories where a male then gets penetrated etc
Thank you!
Ok, this is the “in the light of day” kind of post. Last night my wife and I went out with her sister and husband. There was a local event at a bar we like; they had a huge tent set up in the parking lot, had to park a mile away, but great band, great booze, great time. We’ve done this kind of thing before as a foursome, so I expected the norm. I was so wrong.
I should add a little info to paint the picture. My wife and I have been married for 14 years and have an open marriage, while we try and keep it a secret, I think most people close to us have figured it out. My wife and her sister are fraternal twins and they’re nothing alike. Wife is 5’9, blonde, curvy and a very free spirit. While her sister is 5’0, brunette, petite and generally has a permanent stick up her ass. I love to give her a hard time and, despite her short fuse, I’m one of the only people that can poke fun at her without being blacklisted, which is fun.
I used to work at a major theme park, but enough was enough and I put in my two weeks’ notice. Three days (maybe four? I dunno it was my last week) before I was going to be out of there forever I was the only person in our makeshift office for sending employees to work assignments, because I was the person sending people to assignments. We were very understaffed, so there was nobody in our employees only area, and the management office next door was empty.
I looked at our schedule, hoping somebody would come in because people were starting to need breaks. Of course, there was only one person due to clock in soon — my fuck buddy, who isn’t named Jessica. We’d both been fairly long-term employees, and a couple of years prior to that, after going out for some drinks, we ended up back at her place and fucked like hell. She didn’t seem the type, as most of our conversations were fairly demure — we both liked quasi-nerdy stuff, or we’d complain about our bf/gfs, both of whom had recently broken up with us. But she’s absolutely gorgeous — 5’5″, long brown hair, C-cup tits with nipples that fit so well into my mouth…
It was a hazy night. There was a lot of smoke and a lot of booze. She was drinking me under the table, and I was smoking her under the rug.
This woman just oozed sexuality and confidence. We had a movie playing, but soon I was watching her massive, DD breasts bounce around. Jennifer was a little chubby for my taste and I was more of an ass man; however, her personality, that sexual energy, and those gorgeous tits bouncing around every time she laughed had me mesmerized. Every time she spoke, my eyes were glued to her plump lips. Not to mention the piercings I could see poking through her top, marking her nipples through her clothing. I could feel my dick growing in my pants and the lust growing in my brain. I already knew how I wanted this night to end.
At some point the conversation turned sexual. We started talking about past experience and I, not so subtly, mentioned how I had gotten compliments about my dick in the past. These compliments had more to do with girth than length, and I had learned before that it is always better to act confident about your package. I could see that her eyes kind of light up and something changed in her visage.
Jennifer was giving me this sultry look, a look that made me hope I’d be balls deep in Jennifer’s soaking pussy within the hour.
Last night I decided to teach my bf a bit of a lesson. First a bit of a backstory, to set the scene a little better. We’ve been cuckolding for a while, it’s something we both enjoy, and helps me have a little fun whilst I’m away at uni. Seeing as we’re quite sexually open, it’s should come as no surprise that we watch a fair amount of porn. One of my favourite genres is interracial, however my partner isn’t the biggest fan. He will often say when watching how it’s all angles, and the old adage of black guys being bigger isn’t true. Anyway, back to last night.
I’ve been back at uni a few weeks, but haven’t really been out much, I always try and settle back in first and just get comfortable being away from home. Last night I went out with flat mates, just to a local bar. We met up with some friends of one of my flat mates, and just had the general kinda sporadic night out you’d expect from uni students. One of the guys from the other group and I got along quite well, and as drinks flowed the flirting started. I messaged my bf a pic of me and the guy in question together at the bar saying ‘maybe i’ll find out if the stereotype is true’ he replied with the expected response of telling me it wasn’t and to be ready for disappointment.
// Reader Discretion is Advised: This story includes scenes of Rape, The Author does not condone these actions in real life, this is just a fantasy //
I was always excited about the annual Carnival; I loved the rides, the food and just the general vibe.
The only thing I dreaded about the Carnival was the Clowns. I don’t know what it is about them, they’re just downright terrifying. But I wasn’t going to let a stupid clown ruin my night at the Carnival. I was 16 now, I needed to grow up and get over my fear of clowns, so I arranged for my best friend Emily to meet me at the Carnival that night.
I got ready at around 7pm and started walking towards the field nearby where they have the Carnival. I paid for my wristband which gets you on all the rides unlimited times and waited by the Ghost Train on Emily, who was already 10 minutes late.
After waiting a further 15 minutes on Emily with no show, I decided that I might as well have a look around, I’d maybe find her or one of my other friends.
// Reader Discretion is Advised: This story includes scenes of Rape, The Author does not condone these actions in real life, this is just a fantasy //
I was always excited about the annual Carnival; I loved the rides, the food and just the general vibe.
The only thing I dreaded about the Carnival was the Clowns. I don’t know what it is about them, they’re just downright terrifying. But I wasn’t going to let a stupid clown ruin my night at the Carnival. I was 16 now, I needed to grow up and get over my fear of clowns, so I arranged for my best friend Emily to meet me at the Carnival that night.
I got ready at around 7pm and started walking towards the field nearby where they have the Carnival. I paid for my wristband which gets you on all the rides unlimited times and waited by the Ghost Train on Emily, who was already 10 minutes late.
After waiting a further 15 minutes on Emily with no show, I decided that I might as well have a look around, I’d maybe find her or one of my other friends.
This is why I’m hypnotized by these mythical creatures: they’re perfection even on their worst days. And, I’ve been lucky enough to obtain that mouth-to-top resuscitation from at least a couple of these damsels during my lifetime. Shit, my ass is hoping for more, though. I’m anticipating the moment when another one’s lavish mane hangs across my cock while her mouth and hands cradle my essence. I’m in search of the moment the pretty little Redhead’s lips say, “Do you miss my breath and me kidnapping this cock in my throat?”
A Nigga’s response is: “Hell yes, baby!”
A good portion of the male population is presented with a thick ass covered so beautifully in a pair of leggings and their instincts would be to either remove said articles of clothing, or if possible tear into them to get to those tight, juicy holes which lie underneath.
Me? I am odd fellow to say the least, I want that ass to remain covered in those leggings as I pull out my cock. A mischievous smiles plays on her lips and lust shows in her crystalline blue eyes as she gently begins to rub her ass against me.
Given who she is, it won’t take me long to unleash my load, but I will make to cover as much of her thick in my hot cum as possible.
I want the world to know whose claimed her, I want the world that a troll like me can still mark a goddess like her.
Wishful thinking I know…
Back in 2004, my husband and I had only been together a few months, and we’d probably fucked around 250 times (really) in those short 90 days. (There was even one day, his birthday, that we fucked 6 times. Boy, I was sore.) Neither of us had much experience prior to getting together, but our encounters were intense and exploratory, sometimes short and sometimes hours’ long, and we were learning from each other. In the dorms, we usually woke up every morning, gently spoon-fucking, just to feel each other, and he’d unload into me after a few minutes of us trying not to wake up my roommate and her bf.
We’d only been apart a few days for Thanksgiving break, but when we came to my mom’s house, early the morning after Thanksgiving, I greeted him in one of his shirts and, after an awkward greeting from my mom, we proceeded to my room for a vigorous, but quiet “welcome back” quickie.
That afternoon the hubby and I went to my sister’s townhouse, as we were all going out drinking later that night. My sister went upstairs to shower, leaving me and the boy-toy downstairs, pretty much daring us to fuck somewhere in the living room, but I’d already decided on the breakfast nook.