Pleasing Daddy

By the hand, she led Daddy into the garden and around the back so she could smuggle him into her room. Heart thumping in her chest and fumbling with the keys, she turned the lock and quickly pushed him into her room. Her hands were visibly shaking, with nervousness or excitement, she couldn’t quite place. A pool of wetness was quickly forming between her legs, soaking her panties. She had never invited a man into her room. She wanted her Daddy to take her on her very own bed.

With the lights off and her skimpy string outlining her perky breasts, she pushed Daddy against the bedframe and climbed onto his lap, kissing him deeply as she squirmed. Once again she wanted to serve her Daddy with a renewed sense of subservience. She was lost in the heat of passion as she felt both of their lusts blossoming uncontrollably. Forcing herself onto her Daddy while she was on his lap was her biggest subtle power move. She loved to ride her Daddy, the friction between their legs pushing her towards great heights of pleasure. Having him twist her delicate nipples between his fingers enthralled her to no end. She made it known to her Daddy that he was pleasing her, and in turn, doing her best to please him by eliciting sensual moans of approval. Within a matter of minutes, she could feel a tidal wave of euphoria rolling within her body, swelling and distorting.

[F][Group] The cops wanted to stick it to Leah for drinking under age…Until we came up with something better for them to stick…

**This was toooo long for one post. See the link in the comments for the first part!**

Leah was on me as soon as were in my front door.

“I can’t believe you did that for me,” she said.

She kissed me enthusiastically on the cheeks and lips and neck repeatedly.

“If I hadn’t called you wouldn’t have even been there,” I said.

“I don’t care,” she said.

She kissed me again and wrapped her arms tightly around my waist.

“Nobody does stuff like that for me. Not ever. You’re so good to me, Chellee.”

She pushed me back hard into the door and pinned me with her body weight. She pushed her lips firmly to mind. She slipped a hand up under my sweater and touched my stomach.

“Let me be good to you now,” she said in a husky voice.

I kissed her back. Sky just stood watching the two of us.

“I thought you said I owe you one this afternoon?” I asked.

“You just took care of that,” she said with a smirk.

[MF] You Are Absolutely Correct, My Dear Woman:

Maybe I shouldn’t be so forthcoming and obnoxious; maybe it’s just not becoming of me. This mouth of mine: it spews such treachery. Again, I AM what I AM–a disgusting piece of shit. And since you’ve jumped on the bandwagon and joined the other critics that have such disdain for my existence, why are you here in my DEN OF LECHERY where I share the moment-by-moment details of my past and present sins with you and the rest of the world?

[LONG] [MF] Roommate Strangelove or: How I learnt to stop worrying and to be her sub – PART 2

This story takes place about a year and a half after the night I became Jenn’s sub. A lot had happened since then, we developed a switch relationship, a week or two she would take charge and be the aggressor, other times I would sense a change in her mood as she became submissive and I would take that as my cue to take charge. A few months in we became good at communicating and indicating who wishes to be in charge and for the most part it was working out very well, neither one of us was very greedy and loved both ends of the spectrum however until then it had really only revolved around when we were fucking that night, this would change after the end of our first semester in our second year.

Taste What I Did to You, Part I [Mf]

These days, I have a lot to lose. I have a marriage that is not fulfilling, but would be very expensive to end. I have a job where character issues mean unemployment. I have people relying on me to disappoint.

But I still have needs I need to feed, so I end up in places like this looking for like-minded people who need to get off.

Lori was 18 and a half when I met her online. I laughed when she told me how old she was because she was still young enough to add “a half.” I had posted a fairly mild ISO-type post that I had some success with, but none of those connections quite scratched my itch.

Within 15 minutes, Lori called me Sir without asking. I knew she was special.

She provided verification photos proving her age and her description of herself were accurate. She was a petite college freshman–barely 5 feet and 100 pounds–with a pretty, but not beautiful face. She was biracial–white and Asian–which gave her some interesting facial features. She told me from the beginning that she would not send any pictures that could come back to haunt her later, but I found myself rubbing myself through my pants all the same as she sent me her suggestive, but tasteful selfies.

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[MF] Everything was going great, until…

My wife is all over the place when it comes to sex. She feels like she had an almost unnatural obsession with it when she was a child, but then grew up in a very religious household where her Mom taught her that intercourse is only for makin’ babies, not something to be enjoyed. So now, as an adult, she goes through long periods where she is extremely prudish, followed by shorter periods where she acts like some sexual demon. (During one of these periods we even went to a swinger’s club and had sex in front of other people!)

About a month ago she told me she wanted to be my “sex slave” but she was coming from a bad place when she said it, and thanks to feedback I received in /rsex I didn’t follow through with this request.

Anyway, Friday morning her sexual side came out in a big way. She didn’t bring up the “sex slave” thing again but she said she wanted me to take her, and use her any way I wanted to. She was rubbing up against me in bed when she said this so I knew she was serious. I was pretty surprised because she hates the idea of being “submissive”, but she explained that it wasn’t about GIVING me control… it was about me TAKING control. This is something I rarely do in our relationship and I guess the idea was turning her on for some reason.

A NSFW Siren Song [FM]

Your dress elegantly flows as the muffled sounds of the audience sweep under the closed curtain. You try to silently go over your part as you wait for the show to start. Despite your typically professional mind, you find difficulty in concentrating on the music. A single thought continues to claw its way into your head.

You see images of him flash inside your head. Over and over you see them and you feel your heart warmed by the way he smiles. You mark fit form, which came from many passionate late night adventures. The light from the audience races up the dark stage as the curtain opens.

As the music begins to play you step up to the Mic and look into the audience. Whilst scanning the audience your eyes trace over an all to familiar face. The music builds as you start sing. You voice fills the room as you feel your vocal cords dance. You continue to sing from the deepest part of your soul.

You watch as he is entranced by your voice. Others seem to be undergoing an internal adventure, but none run as deep and far as his. His ears don’t miss a note as he perfectly receives everything about your performance. He hears and understands every breath and sigh.

[MF] Fucked my girlfriend while she slept. CNC

My girlfriend and I were going through my list of subs finding ones she liked and we got talking about how she loved be used and degraded. In the past she’s talked about wanting me to lose control, and I’ve fucked her while she sleeps, but never like this.

In the day I tied up her tits and twisted and sucked until she was screaming. I’ve never made her scream like that before and it was delicious. I had to put my hand over her mouth because we’re staying in an AirBnB and I was worried about the police being called.

Later we were watching stuff together and I’d been playing with her tits and fingering her and she’d cum, but I hadn’t yet been satisfied. A couple of hours later I woke up rock hard, thinking about how I just wanted to get off. To use and abuse her. How unfair it was that she was sleeping peacefully and I just needed to cum.

Taking cock next to the faculty offices, I tried so hard to be a good girl as my professors walked by [MF]

I’ve been seeing Levi for a while now. He’s a big guy: over a foot taller than I am, and a former athlete. Long hair, scratchy facial hair, beautiful smile. Tooootal babe, and that’s just his appearance; his awesome personality would be a whole post on its own. I’m getting sidetracked just thinking about it, but I came here to write about hot and slutty sex so that’s what I’m going to do. As a side note: I feel very safe with Levi, and this experience followed a conversation about wanting to explore free use.

Levi and I are both students at the same university; study space is limited in *all* of our campus buildings (terrible designs and over-capacity), and as students we’re always perpetually roaming for open spots. There’s a conference room right outside my department’s faculty offices; the conference room has huge floor-to-ceiling windows facing the hall, and while the glass is frosted along the middle, it isn’t at the bottom or top. (This will be important later.) People often walk right in looking for a study space or meeting place, because the doors are permanently unlocked. And that’s exactly what I was doing, looking for a free study space after class, when I opened the door and found Levi sitting there with his stuff sprawled out around him. It had been a few days since we’d seen each other, and I brought my books in to join him. Of course the studying only lasted for a few minutes at best; once I gave him a kiss, how could I resist giving him several more? And once we started kissing, wasn’t it just easier to sit in his lap rather than in my own chair?

Dimly Lit [MMF] [Public]

Cindy arrived at work just ready for the day to just be over. Before her shift, her boyfriend had started a huge fight and she ended up telling him that he should move out. It is really for the better, but she has struggled to gain the attention of men and starting over is a scary prospect. Cindy is still fuming about her situation when she notices one of her regulars sitting at the bar. She has never noticed before but he is incredibly attractive. Noticing that the other bartender is busy, Cindy decides to take a break from doing inventory to take his order.

She asks him what she can get for him and he orders a rum and coke. This is her opening… she just got back from a trip to Puerto Rico and learned a ton about rum. She engages him in conversation and it just flows. She actually has a hard time making sure that her other customers are taken care of. She learns that his name is Jim and he is also newly single. He has started coming to the bar again because he is ready to move on. At this moment, Cindy decides she wants to be who he moves on with.