[MF] Military Academy Handjob with a Little Cleanup

I apologize for this being a long story. There’s not much actual sex in it, but it’s an (I hope) interesting look into what it was like in a slightly different environment than most people are subject to. There’s a short tl;dr at the end, so if you want a synopsis scroll way way down. The title is the real tl;dr though.

A long time ago in an America far far away, I was a West Point cadet. The only real reason that’s relevant is that sex was pretty much prohibited. Even getting caught jacking off could get you a big round of punishment tours- which you had to “walk off” by marching back and forth in Dress Gray “under arms” (i.e. with your rifle on your shoulder.)

As luck would have it, both I and the female cadet who was my first serious girlfriend were virgins when we entered the Academy. This wasn’t all that uncommon, actually. The type of person who gets into West Point has put an extraordinary amount of effort into their academic, athletic, and extra-curricular high school career. When you’re trying to maintain a 4.0+ GPA, be the captain of the lacrosse team, get your Eagle Scout rank, and serve on student body leadership, there’s not a lot of time leftover for girlfriends or boyfriends.

My Slave Trainining Continued

When my mistress femdom returned I could only hear the click of her heels around me. I had stayed in place and now felt anxious about her next desire. “I want to waste no time with you pet as I am excited to mold you to my desires. You presented yourself well when we first met earlier today and now it is time that you are made to feel your new owner. I may only own you when you are here and when your Lady needs a break but when I do…it will be fully. Do you understand?”

[F]lashing the deliveryman

So yesterday, I was over at my boyfriend’s place just drinking and fooling around (kissing, touching etc.) We needed to eat dinner but were kind of lazy (and a little horny) to leave his house, so we decided to order food instead.

We continued to fool around on his bed when he suddenly said “wouldn’t it be hot if you answered the door in just your underwear?”

At first I was a little shocked (came out of nowhere) and reluctant (I mean, who would be eager to do it). But my boyfriend kept kissing me all over and telling me how hot it would be to do it. I’m not sure whether it was because I was a little tipsy or because I was too horny but I eventually said yes.

The door rang and I stripped down to my matching black bra and panties. My heart was beating fast and I opened the door, greeting the deliveryman.

I saw his shocked face and to be honest, it was quite hot for me. He mumbled something about the food being delivered and tried to look away. But I knew he was watching me from the corner of my eyes.

The Benefits of Research [MF] LONG.

The biggest difference I found about sex in my late teens/early twenties and now is that research pays off (and I don’t mean watching porn).

A few months ago I looked into spicing up my sex life with my SO as she wanted me to be more dominate in bed. I asked around Reddit and other sites and decided to put it all into action a few nights ago.

2 weeks ago I stopped off to pick up somethings I would need for the night which included a blindfold, satin ribbon to use as restraints, a vibrator and finally a choker. It required a fair bit of planning as I wanted the choker something that she would also be able to wear outside if feeling bold, but nothing overtly sexual. The restraints had to be soft, but something that could offer resistance without leaving marks due to our jobs, and finally a form of punishment should she disobey.

4 days ago my SO (Sarah) just finished having dinner and polished off a bottle of wine. While contemplating our second bottle she snuggled up to me and feeling I was getting turned on, started lightly kissing me.

I 19M had a hookup with 25F – My side of the story [MF]

My dad asked me to tag along with him for a business meeting he was having with some dude from Virginia. I didn’t want to go but I’m glad I did since the guys daughter was with him as well and I got to fuck her.

She was older than me and had this girl next door look to her that was also kind of hot. I love petite athletic girls and she had this great smile and small little tits and ass. To be honest I didn’t think we’d have sex since she was a few years older (25 versus me being 19) and I didn’t think she’d have any interest in me. I did wonder immediately upon meeting her what she would be like to fuck but I did that with every girl I met who was half way hot..

After the first day we met I showed my friends a couple pictures of Teresa and told them that she was nice to me so maybe she’d be down to fuck. My friends definity told me to try to smash that and hooking up with some older girl would be great. They told me if I get the chance to give it to her hard and make her beg for more and all the stupid shit us guys say.

Works similar to the ‘Beauty’ series?

I have been a fan of Anne Rice’s (As AN Rocquelaure) Claiming of Sleeping Beauty & subsequent novels for 20+ years. I would love to read more erotica of a similar nature- beautiful but also quite brutal, savage but elegant. I find far too many pieces of erotica to be a bit… thuggish, if that’s the word. The elegant, almost ritualistic dominance and submission in Rice’s work is fascinating and beautiful to me. I’m looking for something like that, either actual print books or written works online.

Any suggestions?

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S.M.O.M.S: Ingrid, Ch3. [Fm, reluctant, non-con, slow, mast, mdom]

Sub M.O.M.S (Ingrid)
by DiscipleN

 
 

Chapter 3

 

My mother visited for Andrew’s fifteenth birthday. She had visited a couple times since my aborted trip, but this was for her grandson. Her medical treatments ended a year prior. Her hair had regrown to shoulder length. Instead of cookies she brought advice. “You’re a man now, Andrew. Your mother and father have raised a fine son. I’m proud of you. They’re proud of you.” She held out her hand. I heard metal tinkle. “It’s not new, but it’s not a junker. I wanted to give you one you have to work for. It’ll need a lot of care and money, until you can afford to buy your own. If I hear that you’ve weaseled your parents into fixing it, I’ll take it back.”

“Mom!” I gasp, “You can’t give him a car. He can’t even drive for another year!”

“Wendy, that’s too much!” Garrick supported me.

“Hush.” My mother snapped. She smirked at her grandson. “I put the car in your name, Andrew, but I’m giving the key to your mother.” Her arm swung. A ring of matching keys dropped in my lap. “Andrew, this isn’t a gift as much as it is a test. If you can be responsible for a wonky car, you can be responsible for anything that motivates you.”

[MF] [Rough] The Hotel

She didn’t know what she was getting in for when she begged for it.

Never mind Rose was curled up into my arms now, sleeping softly, in clean white sheets. We were in our hotel room and we had basically been in bed since “The Experience” two days ago. 

She had shown up, shaken beyond belief, after we were done. Her eyes were wide with lust and her usual submissive demeanour had gone out of the window. She wanted me and so took me selfishly, riding me hard to a series of orgasms that she spent a good while recovering from. And then went for more. I let her, loving the reaction and change in her.

I’d massaged Rose down after of course, praised her, bathed her, caressed her hair and even read to her as she fell asleep. Two days had passed with me lavishing attention and pampering her in bed, kissing every part of her skin and telling her she was beautiful. And she had recovered, slowly but surely. After that level of intensity, it always takes a while.

S.M.O.M.S: Ingrid, Ch2. [Fm, reluctant, non-con, slow, mast, mdom]

Sub M.O.M.S (Ingrid) Chapters 2
by DiscipleN

 
 

Chapter 2

 

Over the next two years I kept Andrew from using me indiscriminately, by changing my morning routines. If I didn’t sleep in and busied myself outside, Andrew was too shy to bother me. Which meant, I went to bed earlier and exhausted. My marital sex life suffered, but I only jacked off my son six times over those two years. I’m not sure the trade-off was worth it. I wanted my husband’s love, but to get the hot sex I craved, I had to disrupt his work at home more frequently. He grew irritable.

“Ingrid, darling, you used to save it for bedtime. Can’t you wait?”

If I waited, I’d be too tired to bone my big man. “Nooo.” I whined.

He capitulated that day, but starting the following week, he worked one less day at home and one more at his office. It actually helped smooth over our mutual overfamiliarity.

Andrew caught me at home during one of those extra days his father worked away. I hadn’t adapted my routine quickly enough to keep a safe distance.

[MFM] Center of Attention

Heads turned.

Just the way she liked it when she walked into a room: all of the attention focused on her.

She hadn’t even reached the bar before the first drink was ordered for her. When it was placed at her fingertips she looked down with disdain; it was a vodka cranberry.

The bartender motioned with her head at the buyer. He tilted his head, happy to have her attention. It wasn’t often a gorgeous woman walked into a bar alone, this near to closing, looking like her. He thought he knew what she was after.

She gave him a once over. He wasn’t wrong but he also wasn’t it. A bar fly, probably all talk and shallow moves. Expensively dressed, overly tanned, with a shit beer in his hand. She scoffed at him, at his offered drink, and turned away. He wasn’t worthy of her. She knew she deserved better.

The others of his type, the hungry and the horny, backed down at one of their own being rejected. While they collectively licked their wounds, she hunted.