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Consensual nonconsent. A rape fantasy. [FM]

This story begins a series of fantastic, destructive, mind-blowing, pornstar-like adventures with my friend Karen. These are all from 2012, so my memory is a bit fuzzy but I am writing it all as best I can remember. There was a blog we both chronicled things in as we played, but when we imploded (as any relationship as intense and wild as this is bound to do) she held the admin keys and locked it up.

All events are written as best I can recall, slight embellishment aside, and are true as can be. Feel free to ask questions, or comments, or encourage the next in the series if I forget to update with a new story periodically. Maybe I can give u/Ironman2000 a run for his money on here! ;) Read more »

[MF] Becoming My Landlord’s Pet (Part Eight)

Chapter Eight

I was completely pupped out. My hood and blindfold were locked on, as well as my chest harness, collar,  and mitts. I was dripping before I even removed my underwear.

My cheeks were spread by her cold hands as lube was pumped into my ass with her fingers. In the hood, breathing would muffle a little of my hearing. Without my vision, I tried to breathe as slow and as quiet as possible so that I could hear exactly what my landlord was doing in the room. Any moan or bark would drown out anything she may have wanted to ask or say or mention.

“Is my bitch in heat?” she asked matter of factly and with a tone to her voice that was never present before.

I barked, buried my face into the ground and pushed my ass into the air. I had experience with anal beads and buttplugs, I had experience with fucking suction cup dildos mounted to the walls. I had never been pegged before. Until now. Read more »

First Time for Everything [MF]

Aged 22, there were plenty of things I’d never experienced – never been skydiving, never watched The Goonies, never eaten in a Michelin Star restaurant. But there’s a first time for everything right?

I’d started scraping away at a career in the film industry, firstly as a runner (or gopher for my American friends). Film shoots can be surreal, intense bubbles where you can find yourself feeling incredibly close to a group of people you’d only know for a few weeks. Was working on one particular film with Michael Caine. I’d been working very closely with a girl called Rachael. She was around 5’8 of beautiful British rose. Perfect features, a cute button nose, and a smile that could cut through the hardest heart like butter. We spent three weeks running around, buying things, carrying things, negotiating deals, appeasing prima donnas and getting upwards of 3 hours sleep on some nights (if we were especially lucky)

Now, our portion of the shoot was over and the producers arranged a wrap party. These are always an explosion of energy and decadence, with drunken nonsense amplified in the void of ‘no work tomorrow’. Read more »

[M]y night of [F]irsts

So, I was a late bloomer, sort of.

I did fine talking to girls and all, but as a somewhat overweight kid from pretty much birth up through, well, now, I had a MAJOR confidence problem when it came to actually thinking girls were into me. All through high school and college, up until I was probably 27 or 28, I just defaulted to thinking girls weren’t into me.

When high school ended, I was still a virgin. I’d made out, had a girl topless a few times, fingered a girl. But I’d never had my pants off, and I had certainly never gone down on a girl. I made it through my first semester of college with little more than that, not even getting what I’d managed once every six or so months back in high school.

Then came second semester, January weather, and a gift from god in the form of a six foot redhead with a tendency to decide she wanted someone at random and then Take. Fucking. Charge.

I ran into her as I was walking into my dorm building at something like eight o’clock one random Wednesday evening. She was hanging with a couple of friends, having a cigarette outside. I’d seen her around at a couple of parties, knew her name, she knew mine. Read more »

[MFM] Second threesome with the virgin boy that I deflowered. Please lemme know what you think about it (video inside).

I recently posted about our first few threesome experiments with my BF. These threesomes were only about wanking and sucking my BF’s best friend but no penetration from him. In case you missed it, the whole story of the first threesomes is available here: https://www.reddit.com/r/homemadehornygirl/comments/6jl4au/our_first_threesomes_with_my_bf_and_his_best/ Also, more of me and my BF can be found here: https://www.reddit.com/r/homemadehornygirl/ (my own subreddit with pics and videos).
I also recently posted about the first threesome with penetration I had with a virgin boy (https://www.reddit.com/r/homemadehornygirl/comments/6pca1p/first_threesome_with_a_virgin_guy_i_was_his_first/). You guys apparently loved it.

Well guess what, we actually did it again with this boy. It was a bit shorter but really super hot, and this time I have a video for yoo guys :).
So here goes the story. I’ll call him Alex again. So Alex arrived at 10pm as we had decided, and just like the last time took a nice shower before it was funny sexy time. He got out of the shower, still fully clothed (he is still a bit shy) and I proceeded to undress both of them at the same time. After a few minutes, they were on the bed fully hard, while I had a cock in each hand. My pussy was dripping wet. It was time for me to get some pleasure that they both denied me so I had to remove my clothes and finger my pussy like there’s no tomorrow to a body-shaking and very loud orgasm. Read more »

[MF] Becoming My Landlord’s Pet (Part Five)

Shopping was quite the experience. Since the same day Michelle locked me into my gear was also my day off, errands had to be run. I wore a hooded sweatshirt to cover up the harness, but the collar and shiny ring affixed to the front was hard to hide. The girl behind the counter at the market smirked as she scanned my groceries and rang me up. I barely noticed my cock cage, the metal tube so small I had no reason to worry about any noticeable bulge.

Dinner was messy. Eating from my bowl was humiliating and challenging and degrading. Eating on all fours made my cock fill the tiny cage as much as it was allowed. Because of course.

A text came from Michelle around 7 pm. It was becoming clear that I wasn’t to text her, and only respond and reply when she initiated conversation.

“No clothes at all when you’re in private”

I replied that my clothes were off, and stripped. But no other text came back.

I didn’t hear from her until late afternoon the next day. I had to wear a larger sweatshirt to work to cover up my harness (again) and my collar (which made me hot), and so I skipped out of work early and arrived home around 3:00. Read more »

[F]irst [Anal] with [M]y ex-girlfriend

Sitting in the airport with time to kill reliving some of my better days. This story takes place with one of my ex-girlfriends, let’s call her Sarah. Let me know if these stories are too long. I am not a huge fan of the ‘parts I, II, etc.’ but I tend to get carried away as I relive these experiences…

Sarah and I were at a party her friends were throwing and it had been a week or so since we had seen each other. We met at the party and enthusiastically kissed and said hello as we grabbed drinks and started mingling with our friends. It was clear that the sexual tension between us would need to be settled ASAP.

We were out on the patio chatting it up with a group of her friends, and Sarah was standing in front of me as I leaned up against a railing. Sarah did this wonderful thing when she was drunk and horny…while engaged in a conversation with someone else, she would place her hand behind her on the front of my pants and stroke my growing bugle. Then, without warning, she would unzip my pants and slide her small hands through my pants to grip my cock. Read more »

His Name was Richard [f] [M] [oral] [anal] [squirt] [cum]

You’re asking me: How do you know his name was Richard? And I’ll tell you: I went to the mail room and looked at his mail box. I got his last name, got on Google and searched. Bam. Richard. 47.

He was a silver fox. He had short but stylish silver hair and a beard to match, muscles — so many muscles! And a few old tattoos on his forearms. I wanted to fuck him. I wanted him to fuck me. But I was too shy.

My parents bought me the apartment when I enrolled in college. They rented it out for two years and then, this year when I became a junior, I moved into it. My very own place!

I saw Richard on my first night in the studio apartment. He was on his balcony smoking a pipe. A pipe of all things. I thought, this guy is probably an author. Didn’t hurt my fantasy when he sat down and pulled out a thick book.

I started thinking about his cock and I wondered if it was as thick as the book he was reading. I just needed an in. I’m shy, okay? Too shy. I’m not like the girls in my school who send guys a pic of their tits and say “come over.” Read more »