Taking small breathes, I looked up in to the darkness as the bartender poured vodka on my anal. The stripper from the stage pinched her nipples then came towards me. Hands tied behind my back, my belly felt the cold marble of the bar. Liquor kept flowing as the bartender gave into his wicked dreams. My anal sat open like a gift, as he pushed his balls firmly in. The warmth of his sack became the star as the stripper sucked my cock. I surrendered my domanice in our sensual play until the lights became dim. Saliva dripped from my cock as she walked away with a smile. The rope became invisible then he shoved his cock in my mouth. No escape to escape as the curtain came down in front of our audience.
Tag: Anal
[MM] First time for everything!
Both my first post here and also just had my first gay experience after 8 years of typical marriage. I appears have been curious and she being on my own again, I realized after buying some plugs and enjoying them tonight how happy I was in denial with at least wanting to try something with guys. So, I decided to give Grindr a try.
It took all of 15 minutes to get hit up by a guy, another 15 to talk and suggest a meet up at his office or something. I was really nervous but also excited because I mentioned I was into mild crossdressing, and it’s cool out so I got to wear my panties and stockings for a man finally.
I’ll just gush and keep it sweet. He eventually whipped his dick out, and it was hefty.. twice my girth and at least an inch or two on me. Bluhggggf. And I’d pulled my panties off too.. he legit pushed my legs up and started eating my ass. Omg. I melted, I felt like a schoolgirl with my thighs held up high and squeezed together, and loved it.
S.M.O.M.S: Ingrid, Ch 10. [Fm, reluctant, oral, anal, slow, mast, mdom]
S.M.O.M.S. (Ingrid) by DiscipleN
Chapter 10
In the wee hours of the morning, the collar felt warm in my hand as I carried it across the street in twilight. Andrew answered the door quickly and smiled warmly. “Come in, Mom. Grandma and Eric will sleep into late morning.” He invited, but stood solidly in the doorway. He didn’t budge until I secured the collar around my neck. “Follow me, Mom.”
The guest room had been my room when I was a youth. He shut the door behind us. “It doesn’t have a lock. We’ll have to risk that.” His eyes gleamed.
My heart skipped, beating fast. I tried to control my breath. Andrew crossed his arms over his chest. “Take off your clothes, Mother.”
Glorious shame swept me. My hands fluttered to the task. After I shucked my pants and blouse, he stepped close. I unclasp my bra. He caught my revealed tits and kissed their crowns. Then he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me deep. Our lips and tongues met gently. He pulled off his tee, somehow without disturbing our passion. Then his pants fell to the floor. “I need to use you.”
S.M.O.M.S: Ingrid, Ch 9, part 2/2. [Fm, reluctant, oral, anal, slow, mast, mdom]
S.M.O.M.S. (Ingrid) by DiscipleN
Chapter 9, part 2
Several days remained until Thursday morning. I waded through them with renewed spirit. Claire and I were as conversational as we had been before I hated her. Garrick and I had irregular but fair sex. Some nights were better than others, but none were bad. Garrick confessed, he wasn’t particularly interested in my fetish. He found it a bit intimidating. I reiterated, I’d gladly take it out, for anal sex or any kind of sex with him. He encouraged me to enjoy it. I worried I was enjoying it too much. It had become my primary focus when masturbating during the day.
No major fires flared, leading up to Thursday morning. I arrived early to help flag down Janice, if she had trouble finding the right tree. She did, but not because she was intellectually challenged. The map I drew was utter shit. I was lucky to spot her car three blocks away. If she hadn’t been driving slower than a golf cart, I wouldn’t have rescued her from my bad diagram.
“Oh. I see. It kinda makes sense.” She held the map at all angles until one fit her model of the local universe.
S.M.O.M.S: Ingrid, Ch 9, part 1/2. [Fm, reluctant, oral, anal, slow, mast, mdom]
S.M.O.M.S. (Ingrid) by DiscipleN
Chapter 9, part 1
When I told Claire the news, she yelled. “How could you?”
I heard myself yell back, “It was you!” I blinked with disbelief. “What sort of sick human being are you?” A swirl of memories coalesced in my head. Andrew had been dating Claire!
“There was nothing indelicate about our relationship.”
“He’s seventeen. You’re twenty eight! How can you even feel love for a child that young?”
“That’s none of your business.”
“He’s my son, Claire. Now I’m twice glad my mother is taking care of him.”
“Why? Because you couldn’t?”
She got to me. Instead of exploding, I gave a peace offering. “Let’s calm down before we say shit like that.”
“Damn you!” She left the library without signing out. Questions came to me. Why were they meeting at the university? Did it really matter where? I told myself, it was to throw Garrick and I off the scent. That evening, I employed his nose.
S.M.O.M.S: Ingrid, Ch 8, part 2/2. [Fm, reluctant, oral, anal, slow, mast, mdom]
S.M.O.M.S. (Ingrid) by DiscipleN
Chapter 8, part 2
Mother arrived at five fourteen.
“Andrew.” I stated, upon seeing him still alive.
“Tell your son to take a shower. Use the pumice soap on that grease.”
“I thought you hated that soap.”
“I hate grease stains worse.”
“Hi, Mom.” Andrew greeted. “Bye, Mom.” He headed to the bathroom.
“I’ll get dinner started.” I turned towards the kitchen.
“We’ll eat out tonight.”
It turns out, her auto shop doubled its business while she was away. Some rookie mechanic suggested maybe advertising would help. He was wrong, but that got her proxy to rethink how they presented themselves.
Mom liked to keep a tidy and nice looking home. Her workplace was where she could let her hair down, except it would get caught in a fan belt. So she tied it up. She let everything else in her shop hang out. It was a maze of parts and dirty rags and bad smells. In a word, it was freedom. After discovering her daughter’s awful secret, she discovered that her true love had gotten a make over. It had become clean and professional. Every useful part had been organized and logged into a database. Everything else went to recycling.
S.M.O.M.S: Ingrid, Ch 8, part 1. [Fm, reluctant, oral, anal, slow, mast, mdom]
S.M.O.M. (Ingrid) by DiscipleN
Chapter 8 (part 1)
Now that Mother had officially called me, I expected her to hang up, and I never would speak with her again. “I don’t want to lose you, Mother.” I pleaded. My well exercised tear ducts ratcheted up to full gear.
“I’m suppose to talk it out with you.” She huffed. “Talk.”
“It’s all my fault.”
“I doubt that. You and Andrew don’t have that dynamic.” Mother knew because my son’s dynamic took after hers.
“Yes, he was complicit.” I backpedaled. “But I never should have involved him.”
“Talk.”
“I-I have a fetish, Mother. You saw it.”
“I don’t know what I saw anymore. It was so wrong, I blacked it from my mind.”
Interesting choice of color. “I finally told Garrick about it. He’s more understanding than I expected.” After you left, I never sought Andrew’s help again. From now on, Garrick will help me.”
“You need therapy.”
“I do, Mom, but I was told at a young age that shrinks are dinks for believing they can mess around with people’s heads.”
“This isn’t about me.”
Harry Potter and the Hogwarts pervert (part 10)
(Warning: this is a netorare/cuckolding kind of story, and its definitely not for everyone. So if you’re reading this just because you like Harry Potter, you’re going to have a bad time. Probably.)
The next few days for Harry were miserable. Not quite sure where his outburst came from, he wished he could take it back. It was something he said in the heat of the moment, the dirtiest thought that came to him. It didn’t really mean anything… did it?
During those days, spent well away from Ms. Davies, Harry had plenty of time to think. And yet, after all that time deep in contemplation, the answer still wasn’t clear.
He told himself that theres no way he’d actually want to see that happen. Having already seen it, he hated Michael for it. However, there was also no denying that if his body hadn’t been petrified solid at the time, he probably would’ve had an erection. But is that maybe just because of Ms. Davies? He had spent so much time wondering what she looked like naked and he finally got to see it. Perhaps it had nothing to do with Michael? But perhaps it did. As confused as ever, the only thing Harry knew for certain is that he shouldn’t have said it.
Harry Potter and the Hogwarts pervert (part 10)
(Warning: this is a netorare/cuckolding kind of story, and its definitely not for everyone. So if you’re reading this just because you like Harry Potter, you’re going to have a bad time. Probably.)
The next few days for Harry were miserable. Not quite sure where his outburst came from, he wished he could take it back. It was something he said in the heat of the moment, the dirtiest thought that came to him. It didn’t really mean anything… did it?
During those days, spent well away from Ms. Davies, Harry had plenty of time to think. And yet, after all that time deep in contemplation, the answer still wasn’t clear.
He told himself that theres no way he’d actually want to see that happen. Having already seen it, he hated Michael for it. However, there was also no denying that if his body hadn’t been petrified solid at the time, he probably would’ve had an erection. But is that maybe just because of Ms. Davies? He had spent so much time wondering what she looked like naked and he finally got to see it. Perhaps it had nothing to do with Michael? But perhaps it did. As confused as ever, the only thing Harry knew for certain is that he shouldn’t have said it.
[MF] Hot First Fisting and Weed Lube
My long term college girlfriend and I smoke often and decided to invest in some weed lube- which was branded as reducing pain and maximizing pleasure. I love anal, and she enjoys it as well- though it takes lots of warming up to take my cock. She usually needs 4 fingers in her ass before its ready for me to stick it in. I have big hands, and am a foot taller than my girl. The idea of my fist next in comparison to the size of her pussy kept me rock hard. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I poured the lube all over her pussy and ass. There was an immediate difference in her reaction. Today, I only used one finger in her ass to get her juices flowing before I fucked her. She struggled to keep quiet, even more than usual. In between deep dicking her, I ate her out and started fingering her, hitting her g-spot with one, two, then 3 fingers. I noticed that a fourth easily slipped in her wet slit with only moans in response. I started fucking her again, after she greedily begged for my cock. After fucking and fingering two more times, my hand had gotten much further in her pussy. My whole hand was covered in her juices. I pushed slowly and all four knuckles slid in comfortably. I kept jerking my hand back and forth, getting a little deeper each time. I heard her muffled moans in the sheets. Right before I was about to stick my last finger in, she demanded my cock again. I was rock hard from my fist being so close, and while trying my best not to cum, fucked her hole vigoriously. She felt no pain or soreness, which was usual after a bout, even just with my cock. After a couple minutes I couldn’t wait anymore. I took my wet cock out and started massaging her clit. It had become so wet that just by touching her my whole hand was lubed up again. I slowly started putting fingers back in, massaging her clit the whole time. Once I hit four fingers, I stopped and slowly let my fist ease inside her. She moaned but had no idea how close I was to getting it all inside her. I could feel her, and left my hand there for a few seconds to stretch her hole and admire it. I then kept pushing, and even with the resistance of her still-tight walls, the mess of lube and pussy juice let my whole fist through. She grunted and moaned in pure ecstasy. Seeing my hand inside her for the first time was one of the hottest moments of my life. I pulled it back out and then penetrated her, going in all the way again. I fucked her pussy slowly, going from 4 fingers to my entire hand inside. Once I started to get a rhythm, I couldn’t help myself anymore. I took my hand out and stuffed it in her mouth for her to suck it dry. I stuck my dick in, grinding deep into her pussy. I couldn’t believe how tight it still was. Her pussy pulled on my cock until I couldn’t take it anymore and shot my cum deep into her pussy. I could’ve sworn I felt it hit the back if her walls. As I pulled my beating cock out, she lay down on the bed in utter ecstasy and release, and in utter naivety of how far in I got.