Giving the teacher what she wants [Fm] [seduced by older woman] [role-play] [feet] [oral] [sex] [anal]

“Oh, fuck me,” I said.

“Yeah, well, Jay, get used to it,” Enrique said, “You’re the lowest bitch on the totem pole, so now you’re going to help unload their van, and you’re going to be fucking nice about it. Put all their luggage by that tree.” He pointed up the hill at an enormous redwood, decking built around it, near the seasonal staff cabins. “The teachers get the nice rooms, the ones with a view.”

“What about Stefan?” I whined. Stefan was my supposed co-worker, except he was nowhere to be seen.

“Jay, Don’t worry about Stefan, just do what I told you,” Enrique sighed.

Enrique was the Facilities Manager, my new boss. Five summers I had spent working my way up to senior counselor, earning the respect of campers, becoming a leader of our team. But I wanted more. I’d finished university and realized that the thing I’d miss the most was being a counselor at summer camp. So I decided to join the permanent, year-round staff.

Slave Pleasures

Part 1

You were still in the early stages of your slave training, but you were doing very well. It’d become rare that you’d be bratty or needed to be forced to obey. Since you’d been so well behaved, I wanted to grant you something special, a reward for your good behavior. When I asked what you wanted, you answered without hesitation; you wanted a girl to play with.

I agreed, but your other times were because you went a little wild and crazy, but this time would be under my control. This wouldn’t just be a reward for your good behavior, it’d be another tool to advance your training towards compete and total submission. Your wild desire for another girl would be combined with the pleasure you leaned to derive by pleasing me.

We planned a night when we’d be free of any interruptions and when it finally arrived, you were more eager than I’d ever seen you. I watched as you got ready, finishing with your sexiest dress and heels. We headed to a local place, where you’d have your choice of potential playmates. When we walked in, you caught the attention of men and women alike. I couldn’t blame them; you caught my attention when we met and you’ve had it ever since.

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Neighbors [MF] [Cheating] [Anal]

“He was watching me again.” my wife, Jackie, said as she closed the apartment door behind her.

I audibly sighed. I was annoyed. This jackass who lived 3 apartments down had made a habit of stepping out of his apartment everyday “for a smoke” at the same time my wife was coming home everyday. Everyday he would stand there, smoke, check her out, and try to talk to her. To be honest, I didn’t care much that much that he was checking her out. What bothered me is that she was annoyed, and she annoyed me by complaining about it everyday she got home. And it was clear that she wanted me to do something about it.

“Do you want me to kick his ass for you?” I said in a flirtatious way.

“Could you?” she smiled. “That would get you nice and laid.” She flirted back.

The next day, as she came back from work. I walked out to meet her. He saw me and walked back in quickly before I could say anything. “Guess I scared him off.” I said as I flexed my arms jokingly.

Who cares dude? Let’s just fuck. CHAPTER 3 [MF(uta)F(uta)] [spitroast] [cum swallowing] [anal]

*Chapter 3: Full cock, no stars*
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“So anyway, I was just heading to my car when this clerk stops me, and goes like, what do you think you’re doing, bro?” Jules went on with her story.

 

We were sitting around a bonfire, me and Jules sitting on a hanging porch bench and Val sitting in a lawn chair on the other side of the fire. I had always heard people like bonfires, but I never really understood why. I guess I get it. Jules was holding me close to her with one arm around my shoulder and a beer in the other hand, a cooler was to the side of the bench just filled with beers.

 

“So the clerk is like, ‘I know you’re shoplifting, you’re not even trying to hide it!’ And I legit have no idea what she’s talking about. And she only gets angrier at me and starts yelling, and then she points at my dick and tells me to take it out and put it back!” Jules and Val broke out into laughter.

 

“So what did you do?” Val said, struggling to hold in her laughter.

Just a little mess. [D/s] [M/f] [brat] [anal] [spanking]

“Hmph” you let out quietly as you walk in front of the TV I’m watching for the third time in the past 10 minutes. You plop down next to me and take the pillow I had in my lap for yourself. 

“So we’re in a mood today, are we?” I think to myself. It’s an early Saturday afternoon, and we don’t have anything on the agenda, just a nice, lazy Saturday. Or at least it was.

You’re 4 days into your period and your normal bratty self is amplified in a way you get sometimes when it’s that time of the month– untouched for a few days. You’re frustrated, bothered, wanting touched, and not wanting touched. You don’t even know how to express what you want, but I know.

I am not above a little messy indulging, and there are other holes that can be filled. Besides, I am always intrigued when you get like this once in awhile. It’s like you don’t know what you want, as if sex isn’t even an option that can cross your mind because of what’s going on down there. It’s all so interesting to me– how obvious it is, but how unaware you seem.

Nasty Lil garage couch?

I’m in my garage lookin at this grimey old couch and all i can do is daydream about the day i find a wonderful guy that i love and loves me, maybe he even helps me with stuff on my racecar project ?.

he’s just on the couch sweaty with bits of grease and grime here or there. (he’s definitely taller and unmistakably stronger than me). i lovingly look at him in the center of the couch after helping me move the engine on the lift, his head leaning over the back of the couch eyes closed face up to the ceiling.

he keeps his eyes closed but a smirk now across his lips as i sit down on his lap facing him. placing my legs outside of his i gently grind on him in his lap and whimper. he tiredly grunts that to me means he doesn’t know if he has the energy to.

i sort of cup my face with my hands and burry my face in his chest pausing to take in his scent mixed of Cologne and motor oil. i squeek and mumble under my breath and into his chest “i. I’ll do the work..” as about as shy as i can because even though I’m a pretty kinky girl im still an absolutely shy sub when it comes to actual intimacy.

Unfinished foot smut another post

Wrote this on my phone. Hope y’all still enjoy it.

Jenny and Alan had made their way back to Allan’s place. Alan had been thinking about jenny’s feet as on the drive there. Jenny had placed her feet on the dash after taking her shoes off and pacing them in the center console.

The odour of her shoes filled Alan’s nose. He felt a surge in his pants as he drove. Jenny knew the stinch would drive Alan mad with lust. She rubbed her feet on the dash as they drew closer to their destination. Alan said, “there is some foot oil in the glove compartment”. Jenny looked in the glove compartment and found a bottle of anal lube. her pussy wet at the thought of the uses of the bottle of lube. Jenny questioned in disgust,”is this what you were looking for” Alan said,” use it as you please”. Jenny squirted a blob of live on her left hand and started to massage her feet. With both of her hand covered in lube and sweat, she unzipped her jeans and rubbed her clit. As Alan stopped at the next red light he noticed that jenny’s right hand was busy in her pants. Alan said ,”are you going to do this every time we take a drive. Jenny nodded yes while she used her left hand to hold an ugh to her face. Alan said ,” we are here”.

[F] Quarantine Masturbation Log (Entry 1)

**(Accidentally deleted this, reposting)**

Since we can’t be together physically during this quarantine, this is the first entry in my log to record each time I masturbate using the toys you sent me.

I wake up to some thoughtful, non-sexual Whatsapp messages from you that put a smile on my face. When I look up from my phone, the first thing I see is my unfinished glass of wine from last night and [the butt plugs on my bedside table](https://imgur.com/NvmtGfW), where you instructed me to put them. They look like decorations but serve as a reminder before bed and in the mornings to train me for the next time we meet. Your morning text and the various pink plugs on my nightstand contribute to the throbbing feeling between my legs.

Normally, I need to get ready for University at this hour. But due to the quarantine I can attend my recorded lectures when I want. I decide to allow myself a later start getting out of bed today. I need the extra time adding your decorative gifts into my routine before cumming. As you said, I need to train my association between the feeling of the buttplug and an orgasm.

[M]onday A[f]ternoon Delight

When I was in my 20s I was an English teacher abroad in Asia. This was at the beginning of internet hookups and I was using a site called Skout.

I matched with Mandy (English name) and we chatted for a bit. Her English was great and she was beautiful. She was 5’6, black hair, B cup tits that curved upwards and a beautiful smile. I’m 6’5, black beard, a little overweight (ex football player body) and an uncircumcised 7.5 inch cock. Mandy was 19 at the time, and even more sexually experienced than me. We talked about our favorite sexual experiences. She loved fucking foreigners and thought I was hot. She loved group play, anal, role play and domination. She sent me photos of previous hookups, sent videos of her fucking herself with a dildo, videos of her being spit roasted, nudes and anything else to get me hard so I would send her a dick pic or a video of me cumming.

I didn’t know I was saving my anal virginity for you Sir.

It’s been about a year since that morning you found me asleep in my bed naked as instructed. I followed my orders the night before to leave my door unlocked for you. This was before I had a key made for you so you could come and go as you please, my privacy belongs to you. When I fell asleep the night before, it was with a twinge of excitement deep in my belly that I would get to see you. I was shocked at how deeply I slept, and how quietly you managed to enter my apartment, sneak into my room and wake me up with your hand covering my mouth. My wide eyes met your blue eyes feeding off my fear. I couldn’t help the moisture that trickled between my thighs. I love that you know how to fear play with me, you know my dark side needs to be sated. I stay quiet and still as your other hand knows where to find that puddle that you created. Your fingers grazing the lips and sensitive places, agonizingly gentle. You know how much I want to be finger fucked, and yet you dangle your fingers at the entrance, watching me with lustful eyes as I moan under your hand covering my mouth. Cruelly, you withdraw and tell me to stay still as you undress. I watch wide eyed seeing your hard dick exposed with a thin string of pre cum dangling on the tip… Things were still new with us, I had trusted you, but with guarded hesitation, given my past. Despite my fears, I wanted that perfect dick inside me, wherever you wanted it to go Daddy. You climbed onto the bed and buried two fingers deep and unrelenting into my pussy without warning. I couldn’t help my gasp and moan upon such quick penetration. Methodic thrusting had me quivering with an orgasm in what felt like no time at all. Your fingers spread my juices around my asshole, a tight entrance that has only ever had little plugs and toys in it, until today. I had turned down simpering and begging for anal from my ex husband, there wasn’t much to be desired in that approach. Today was different, I wanted to be your fuck toy, I wanted all of my body to be available for your pleasure. I could tell by the way you looked me in the eyes as you slipped one well lubricated finger up my ass, that you knew I wanted my ass owned. Fuck it felt good, it was only the beginning I told myself, and it was as you slipped a second finger in with some effort. You watched my reaction carefully, seeing how receptive I was at the penetration. It felt snug, a small bit of pain, but it added to my submission and I moaned my way through the sensations. As you worked with knowledge belonging to a seasoned anal master, I felt myself open up and relax, hungry for something larger than two fingers. You must have felt it, you withdrew your fingers and positioned yourself behind me in a spooning embrace. Your hand caressing my hair, ensuring my relaxed state as you graze that Virgin entrance with the firm head of your dick. “Push back” You instruct, and when I do I feel my ass open and take your head. I can barely breathe with the pleasure of it. You ask if I’m ok. ” Yes Sir.” With that affirmation you gently thrust, only haft your shaft, you don’t take my anal virginity lightly. It’s been a deep fantasy to be taken like this, but only by someone that truly understands my sexual desire to be dominated, owned and adored. I can’t resist rubbing my clit, savouring each thrust. Normally I must request permission to cum, but I forget myself, and you allow it because I am your good girl taking you in my ass. It starts low, as I focus on how your shaft feels, grazing the sensitive skin inside and out. Then the pulsing pleasure takes hold and I lose control, giving into my ecstasy by crying out, louder than I had intended. I feel your arms come around me, congratulatory embrace on becoming your little Fuck Toy.