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Thought I’d share a recent dream, just a short one? (MF, Oral)

So this is a legitimate dream I had a few days ago, let me know if you enjoy.

I’m on a raucous, alcohol sodden stag do in sunny Spain, when we bump into an ex who’s on her hen do, there’s always been a lot of chemistry, her friends recognise this and quickly move her on down the strip. Next bar, we bump into the party again, a few flirty glances between us, a few other people in the party chat, we’re kept apart, and they leave again.

The crawl continues. A few hours later, we all end up in a large club together, loud, dark, intoxicated. Entertained by the other stags, her friends loosen their iron grip, she escapes and beckons me over to dance, we barely share a word, but dance hot and heavy and close for a good hour or so, TONNES of eye contact, hands on waists, brushing against one another.

Her friends start to dwindle, picked off one by one by alcohol, fatigue and horny stags until finally, she’s dragged away by her few remaining bodyguards. The night continues for a short while longer until the stags also call it a night. Read more »

Tabitiha at her BFF’s barebcue!

Tabitiha is at her best friend’s house for a barbecue they been friends since freshman year High School. Tabitiha and Julie is in the kitchen helping get things ready when her husband Dave walks in. Dave tells Julie that she is needed for something outside and she says okay. Tabitiha can you help in here I’ll take care of it.

As soon as Julie leaves Dave walks up behind Tabitiha and pushes her against the counter and tells her ever since I started dating Julie I have always wanted to fuck you. Tabitiha tries to push Dave off of her and says she will tell Julie on him.
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I don’t care he tells her as he pulls on the front of Tabitiha’s dress and pulls her tits out of her bra. Tabitiha knows this is wrong but she is getting so turned on. Tabitiha’s pussy is beginning to get wet if she would just yell for help this would be over but she doosn’t want to. Read more »

Futanari Family (FF, mother/daughter)

The package was marked Linda Thiel. A yellow envelope, 9 x 12 and lined with bubble wrap. When I tore it open, I found two white bottles. I shook each one. They didn’t sound full, maybe half full. I turned them over to read the label. One had my mother’s name, Linda. The other had mine, Casey.

There was just the label with our names. The rest of the bottle was blank.

I remembered the doctor that had actually signed the final paperwork and assigned us to this test. It had been after the third medical screening and examination. I was lying on an examination table, my legs spread, I had just finished masturbating and the doctor was examining my vulva and clit with gloved hands. “You do understand what the drug will do?” She had asked, picking up a long swab and inserting it into my vagina. “The side effects are still being determined,” she had said. “We can’t tell you what the drug will do to you.”

Mom almost hadn’t signed. Examinations done, we had sat in front of a lawyer with a briefcase full of paperwork for almost an hour. There were more waivers than there were warnings. The pill could kill us and they wouldn’t be liable. Read more »

Life as an escort while married [FM]

Hello everyone. I’ve enjoyed reading posts and decided I would share a bit. I’m not sure how many people can relate to my situation but here’s my submission.

I have worked as a high end escort for about 7 years. As with most women in this industry, I started when I was in college. A friend I went to school with had done it for about six months when she convinced me it was a good way to make money and I thought it would be a way to relieve the pressure of being a student trying to make it through school.

To clear up some things I will tell you a couple quick facts. I am married. I met my husband while I was already working as an escort. He was a client. Now he works as my body man which essentially is the guy that takes me to clients and makes sure he’s close enough if anything gets sideways. I’ve been lucky enough that nothing ever has. I’m also lucky that I have a husband that enjoys hearing details of my work activities. Read more »

Welcome to Paris! [Nonconsent Fantasy]

Hello friends! It has been a while since I posted a new story because of some personal stuff going on, but here is a new commissioned work for you all! It’s a bit longer because I really got into it, hope you don’t mind! This story involves forced sex of different kinds. The two girls are forced into lesbian sex, anal sex, a rough gangbang, violence, choking and humiliation. It’s a bit rough, but I really hope you enjoy, and of course, if rape play isn’t your thing, then this is not the story for you!

“What a night! French dance clubs are the best, did you see that cute guy I was dancing with?” Taylor asked with a grin as she unlocked the door to the hotel suite she shared with her best friend Aylen. The girls drunkenly stumbled their way into the room, dropping their purses and losing jackets and shoes along the way. The young women were both 22 and had just finished their senior year of college, this trip was their last adventure before they entered “the real world”. What better place to party than France? They had spent the evening at a delightful French club, and the young woman stopped to check herself out in the mirror. Her blonde hair was disheveled, and her body was covered in a sheen of sweat, but she still thought she looked good. Taylor had gone out in a short skirt which accentuated the curves of her hips and topped off her ensemble with a simple low cut tank top that did wonders to accentuate her pale D cup breasts. Read more »

My first time with another woman [FF]

It started a few nights before my visit, when I texted her to ask her expectations for our time together. She said she was up for “whatever I was,” so I decided to go for it.

“I want you,” I said. “I want you bad, in pretty much every way possible. I want to touch you everywhere and learn how to please you.”

In response, she said “Oh babe, I want you so bad too. I want to see how wet you get.”

This was followed almost immediately by an incredibly hot picture of her, naked in bed.

Lying in bed myself, I immediately took off my pants and grabbed my favorite vibrator. I snapped her a couple sexy pictures, then turned it to high and pressed it against my aching clit. I came in seconds, biting back a moan as I writhed on my bed.

The next few days dragged on as we talked about how much we wanted to fuck each other, how we like to get off, and warned each other that we both squirt. Finally it was Friday afternoon. I showered and trimmed my pussy so the hair was cropped close, feeling wetness already forming between my lips. I texted her when I was finally on my way. Read more »

I whored out a Fuck Buddy, to land a client [MF]

Successful advertising exec here. I was in tough negotiations with a huge client. Could be a huge payday for me. But they were wavering and on the fence on signing. Playing hardball.

I noticed that the lead guy had a fondness for one of my Fuck Buddies. She had tagged along on a recent schmoozing event, to help me close. It moved the needle, but not enough. But during our time together, he developed a fondness for her, and my fuck buddy and I took note.

So we’re gearing up for the final close meeting. After clearing it with my fuck buddy, we agree that she would do *whatever it took* to help me. So we’re at the meeting, going over the merits of signing. It’s stale, repetitive. I’ll bring in the closer here. So I pull the lead guy aside afterwards, and bring in my fuck buddy. A tall gorgeous blonde, she was dressed like a whore, prepared to act like a whore. His eyes light up with excitement, could have swore he came at the night’s potential. He happily agrees, and my fuck buddy takes him to the hotel and closes him herself. Read more »

Not a Sound, Pt. 6 (Mf, Cheating, Risky, Clothed)

Emma and I fucked twice more after she had cooked for us, a simple spaghetti dish that satisfied me enough, though it honestly wasn’t a patch on what Kate could rustle up. We chatted for a bit at the dinner table about how she planned to get a job in the parks service when her studies were done and perhaps get her own little apartment in town. No mention is made of what will happen to us when that time comes and that suits me just fine.

The first session after dinner was innocent enough, or at least it started that way. I’d taken the dirty plates from the table and insisted that I wash them seeing as she had cooked. A playful fight had ensued and soon we were gripping each other in another embrace.

It was dangerous enough being in her room and doing what we were doing, so it was perhaps even riskier to do things in the kitchen. With her bent over the sink, and her silk gown hanging off her forearms, I take her. It’s all in the heat of the moment, fast and frantic like it had been at the top of the stairs. Both of our moans fill the kitchen as I slam myself into her, hand curled in a tangle of brown locks to keep her close, sometimes glancing down to watch how her tight ass ripples as my pelvis strikes against it. Read more »