When I was at university, I signed a no limits free-use contract with a guy I barely knew… [FM]

I was halfway through my freshman year when I heard about him.

His name was Jack, and he was the sort of guy you’re always told to keep away from as a fresher. Big. Misogynistic. Disrespectful. His dad was some sort of high-flying banker, and he never seemed to suffer any consequences from his actions. There were rumors that he’d raped girls. I heard he’d had a girlfriend in his second year who kept showing up with bruises – the sort she hadn’t consented to. I was warned to stay away from his frat house – especially when they were having a party.

He was dangerous. Scary. And I wanted him.

By that point, I’d had an idea knocking around for a while. The notion of a free use contract. The sort that would give up my rights for 24 hours, and make it clear a guy could do whatever he wanted to me. And once I’d heard about Jack I couldn’t get it out of my head.

When I was young, I had always been fascinated by the idea of giving up my rights. I’d heard about the saner sorts of BDSM – with safewords and negotiation, the kind where you submit to someone you trust. But I wanted something more intense than that.

I 21 [F] had sex with my dads friend 45 [M] update

So people were complaining the last time that I didn’t add much detail … this is my first time on Reddit, I don’t really know how it works and there’s plenty of sex stories out here so no need to be rude over mine :(

Anyways for more context, I’m 5’2 and 115 pounds, jet black 30 inch hair and he is 6’5, is built like a quarterback with a little more of a dad bod and bald with a long-ish beard. He started off by doing little things like complimenting my tattoos, and asking me if I had more/where I had them. Sometimes when he’d come over, he’d park where I usually park in my driveway so I would have to park on the street and walk through the garage (where my dad and his friends hang out) to get inside the house – thus having more time to see me. I have a nice body and perky tits so I always wear tight clothes because why not? My dad doesn’t see me sexually of course so he doesn’t pick up on things how I pick up on them. His friend also always compliments my toes because I never get regular white, they’re always pink, blue, purple, peach or something else. The moment I knew forsure his intentions was when he grabbed my hand to see my fingernails and said “interesting” (I had short french tips which is a sign that a girl does anal) so that’s how it all started.

The price of admission. [Noncon] [Painal] [3some] [Age Gap]

Samantha tapped a dark cherry heel on the hardwood with increasing impatience. The sound grated on my already excited nerves, but telling her to stop was out of the question.

As far as girlfriends go, she was exactly what I needed. Tall, muscular, and angry, always angry. It didn’t hurt that she could wrestle most men into submission, rendering girls all but helpless in her iron grip.

I shifted on our newly purchased couch, the cloth soft against my fingers. The 3rd one we’ve bought in the same number of years. That’s what happens when they struggle.

“Think she’ll show?” I venture to say.

“The little bitch better show up, her parents already sent the check to the school.”

“That fast?”

“Her parents are poor as shit. They know little Annabel isn’t smart enough for a scholarship, and the only talent the cunt has is dancing, and we all know how eager schools are to hand out money to that lot.”

I smiled. A dancer. Her only talent? Maybe now, but not for long.

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Hypnotised at the Party [M/F, anthro/furry, hypnosis, consensual, oral, vaginal, anal, public, dom/sub, erotica] (AmethystMare)

A bunny at a party is prone to finding herself in kinky situations and getting hypnotised and drawn to fuck everyone there at this one is no different!

As always, I am open for commissions starting at 30 GBP per 1,000 words – please e-mail arianmabe[at]gmail.com for more information or see my profile!

Vania should not have been out there, not really, but it was hard for the bunny-woman to restrain herself. She was too social, a bounce in her step as she enjoyed herself, the party in full swing, though it had been a while since she had attended one in a private home. Of course, a house party was well within her wheelhouse, though perhaps Vania should have considered the fact that she had work the next day.

No matter to her though. Her brown rabbit ears stood up tall and pricked, turning to catch sounds, drinks flowing freely and laughter thick and tangible in the air. She had chosen a mid-thigh skirt that was reasonable enough for the night out, a glass of prosecco clasped in her hand, skin a little darker than a natural tan would have come through. Her glasses perched on her nose, though she did wear contacts at times too, yet she’d been in too much of a rush to get out that night to worry about those.

Myself[F24] and two lovely ladies[FF]

Boy, do I have a good one for you. This one involves a threesome, it was me when I was dating my girlfriend at the time and a local stripper that we had met at a night out at the club. It was one of those Friday nights out so we decided there was no harm in having some entertainment at the local strip club in the Dallas area. Boy, oh, boy this place was packed to the brim with girls of all shapes and personaliteis and we got the sweet blessing of having a private dance with this stripper whom I believe her name was Rachael who was so frustraingly good with her dance it left us wanting for more.

A mess on the sofa part 2 [ff] [Mff] [anal]

It’s an average Thursday afternoon. I’ve just finished work for the day. Daughter’s away at her mom’s. I’m making a pot of chili to freeze later. You had texted me earlier, asking if you could come over. I said sure. I’ve just set the pot to simmer for a few hours, when the doorbell rings. I open the door to find you, and another girl your age I don’t recognize.

“Hi Mr. Ellis! This is Sarah. I hope you don’t mind, but after I told her about my last visit, she begged to come over with me.” you say.

My brow furrows at the unexpected visitor. I regard Sarah – petite, about 5 feet tall, brunette. Same school uniform as you, but she’s wearing a pair of Converse, as opposed to your Doc Martens.

“A little warning might have been nice, Emma. Come inside.” I say, and motion for you both to enter.

“Thanks!” Sarah says, and you both traipse in.

We enter the living room, and I sit on the sofa. The same one I defiled you on last week.

“Your house is cool, Mr. Ellis! Something sure smells good!” says Sarah, settling into a chair.

Dominating the Controlling Boss p8 (MF) (FF) (freeuse) (mdom) (voyeur) (controlling) (anal) (teaching)

It wasn’t the first time Brian left the office after sexually dominating and pleasing Lisa, leaving her in a puddle of her sweat and juices. But for the first time, she gathered herself on the floor of her office intertwined with her naked and perky intern, Elsa. Their bodies salty from their sweat and Brian’s cum and exhausted after he drilled them all night.

Elsa spoke up first. “Wow.. I’ve never been fucked like that before. And you were amazing, you have to teach me.” Lisa gave her a lingering deep kiss. “Keep This a secret and we will see.”

At home in her steaming shower, she replayed the night’s session, from the first blowjob which filled her with more than pride to showing off to her perky intern the way she rode her master and received his gifts to having Elsa suck the cum dripping out of her cunt.

Elsa, with her cute tight body, luscious blonde hair, and perky nipples, was an excited and willing learner. Atleast sexually. At work, she was ditzy, and clearly spent more time checking for her coworker’s dick prints than getting work done. Fine, Lisa thought, she’ll teach her what she really wants.

[MF] The time I (37) became my ex-gf(34)’s side piece.

Skip to the ————- for the sex part.

I first dated D when we were both in high school, and we’ve been off and on occasionally since. She’s in a kinda lackluster relationship with a guy like 20 years older (he has kids. He doesn’t want to get married etc) she came home to visit & asked to crash at my place. I was going through a divorce, and given COVID I wasn’t out at bars or meeting people, so I joked “sure if we could hook up”. She’s 5’4 about 150 lbs. nice butt, good D size tits.

We hadn’t seen each other in early 5+ years, and D came over in a cute low cut sundress. When I hugged her she leaned in and started making out with me. As I squeezed her ass she whispered in my ear “I was always going to let you fuck me, you didn’t have to be a pig about it.”

We went out to dinner, had a couple drinks, and caught up about my divorce, her wanting kids, her lackluster relationship.

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Once upon a time in Enfield, Conn part 2 [fmf]

When we left off last time I was making out with the girl that I was asked to comfort by the stranger I had just fucked.

As I said I was truely attracted to this second girl. While making out with her I soon had her blouse off, revealing two braless small mounds top by two hardening pink nipples ( my preference ). My mourh surrounded them as I sucked deeply and tongue tickled each nipple to maximum erectness.

After a short moan she turned her head dowards towards my feet and ran her tongue across my right nipple and continued to travel downward. My body tightened with anticipation of feeling her soft wet lips wrapped around my stiff manhood that stood out of the fly in my boxers. I felt her tongue against its head, but it did not stop there. It continued down across my balls and inner left thigh. Stop to kiss, lick and sick behind my left knee. A new and exciting experience for me. And it was just the start.

Shoplifter [M/f] [anal] [noncon]

The store hasn’t been doing great business this week. I normally get a good number of walkins, but the weather has been terrible, so that has tapered off. I’m sitting and watching the register when a blonde girl comes in out of the rain, looking like a drowned rat in her school uniform. I greet her, but look back down at my accounts spreadsheet while she browses the shelves. I keep one eye on her, though, and a few minutes later, I notice her stick some little trinket into her purse. While her back is turned, I quietly walk over to the door and lock it, then return to the register. She dawdles at the shelf for a moment longer, then goes to the door to leave. Finding it locked, she turns back towards me with a panicked look, which I return with a grin.

“Going somewhere?” I ask.

“Yeah, I didn’t find anything I liked, so I was gonna leave.” she replies, shakily.