[MF] Sam’s Shorts Pt. 2 – Balcony Blow Job

The balcony where we enjoyed coffee in the mornings was also where we enjoyed playing in the cool autumn air after the sun set. The only building that had view of us was an office that was lights out after work hours. We took advantage of this on a few nights. Two of them I recall, partially thanks to the photos hidden away on my phone.

On one of the nights, Sam joined me on the balcony in some fishnets that covered a pair of skimpy black bikini cut panties that disappeared halfway down her ass. She mounted me as I sat on the small outdoor loveseat. Dressed in a shirt and boxers, there wasn’t much between her pussy and my cock and she ground into me, my hands exploring her body as we made out. My fingers found her nipples and twisted, causing her to pull away and hiss at me, grinding harder into me, ever more turned on. I instructed her to get on her knees between my legs, which she obeyed with a giant smile on her face. Sam enjoyed sucking cock as much as I enjoyed eating pussy, and her enthusiasm made receiving head from her absolutely divine. She pawed at my boxers, but I stopped her hands, grabbing a [zipper](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zipper_(BDSM)), attaching 4 clothes pins across the top of each of her petite breasts. She sucked air in through her teeth, her face fighting between pleasure and pain, a cocktail that fed her carnal desires.

Under Your Hand [M/f] [18+] [Male Pleasure Dom] [Female Brat Sub] [Cuffed] [Blindfolded] [Begging] [Mild BDSM] [Spanking]

You can see some of the tears mixed with mascara and eye shadow roll down my face from under the blindfold. You smirk to yourself as you caress the side of my cheek again, wiping the mixture of tears and make up from my face.

“Aww, baby girl, you’re such a hot fucking mess.” You bend over me as your lips find mine.

“Baby beg for me…” you whisper to me as your lips barely leave mine.

“I want you.” I start as I close the gap between us.

You forcefully grab the bottom of my face and you squeeze my cheeks causing me to flinch at the pain you were inflicting.

“I told you to beg” you state releasing my face and slapping the side of my cheek.

Before I could answer you pull me up by my belted wrists and off of my knees walking me in front of you towards to the bed. You push me over it and I could feel the front of your legs touching mine from behind. You grab onto my cuffed wrists as I hear muffled material and almost immediately, I feel your pants drop to the floor beneath us.

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I was an adorable redhead’s (26F) first after her divorce [MF]

A few years ago I met with a gorgeous redhead from whisper. I had seen a post of hers when I was on the east coast for business, we started chatting and flirting, hit it off, and decided to meet for a date at the beach boardwalk. Turned out she was very recently divorced at 26, and I was her first “real” date ever, since she started seeing her ex when they were sophomores in high school. They had never really been on a proper date before, which meant I ended up being her first date she’d ever been on.

When I saw her walking toward me in a cute little red dress, she was actually cuter than the pictures she had sent me, which is rarely the case. She was clearly nervous, but a good conversationalist and obviously also quite smart, which I appreciated. We got some sort of board walk snack and sat on a bench and talked, with the conversation quickly moving to BDSM since she hadn’t been able to do any of that with her ex husband and she was curious about it. Between the conversation and how good she looked, I started to get pretty hard under my pants. I was wearing jeans and evidently my cock was pressing hard against the fabric along of the upper part of my pant leg, because she kept glancing down and I could tell she was getting a little flustered. I noticed and asked if she wanted to go find somewhere to park that was more secluded. She asked “and what?” sort of teasingly, and I just responded “I’m sure we’ll figure something out.”

Lesbian mothers are the best mothers – Part 4

[Part 1]([https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ozs7sw/lesbian_mothers_are_the_best_mothers_part_1/](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ozs7sw/lesbian_mothers_are_the_best_mothers_part_1/)) – [Part 2]([https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/p1kifv/lesbian_mothers_are_the_best_mothers_part_2/](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/p1kifv/lesbian_mothers_are_the_best_mothers_part_2/)) – [Part 3]([https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/qg6vnu/lesbian_mothers_are_the_best_mothers_part_3/](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/qg6vnu/lesbian_mothers_are_the_best_mothers_part_3/))

Some weeks with a lot of awesome sex went by. We had anal on the couch, anal on the kitchen, blowjobs in the living room, and a lot more. But at one day in summer, I met a girl. And I thought everything would change from now on. At least I thought.

There was this girl, Kira, which I met the first time some years ago in the school, but I never really noticed her until this very day. But at this day, I was really stoked: She had make-up on, but not too much, nice blond hair, and a “not from this world” body shape. Her ass was equally to the one of Margot Robbie – cute, but awesome –, and her boobs were also very big. But not too big. It was just my type. Perfectly matching my taste. I don’t know how I could not notice her the whole time.

At this day, Kira and I both wanted to get something from the Kiosk next to the school, I asked her out, and mentioned, that she is pretty beautiful. The blushed, and said “Thanks.” – I asked her for a date, and she was keen to do so.

Part III: Wife Accepts a Stranger’s Invitation [hotwife, cuckold, bondage sex, some bdsm, slow psychological build-up]

Behind her back, he closed the cuffs around her delicate wrists with practiced moves. The stranger leaned into her hair again, drinking in its sweet but foreign scent again as he undid the buttons on his shirt and tossed it to the floor. Bare-chested now, he gathered her hair in one hand and pulled it down slowly but firmly, watching with satisfaction as her body arched toward his. His other hand found her the soft bush above her pussy, rubbing it slowly, lightly. He could feel her body stiffen and tremble slightly. On a whim, he flitted a finger across her clit and was rewarded with a moan and a deep shudder. “Horny little slut, aren’t you?” he asked mischievously. He plunged a finger between her pussy lips, discovering her warm wetness swallowed his finger eagerly.

“Please, sir,” she managed between gasps as he explored her more. “Please …”

How much are you willing to pay for hand-stitched genuine leather, say handcuffs or collars?

Hi, we’re a new e-shop from Czechia that create hand-stitched BDSM toys such as handcuffs or collars and we’re wondering what are people willing to pay for that stuff?

Because one thing is quality and the other is price.

Do you prefer less quality, more shitty, toys that can possible break during your playtime or you rather paymore for better quality and lifespan?

This is not an ad or something. We’re just curious since we started and have some stuff to sale, but don’t know if our prices are right although they are, but only from our perspective since you take production price and double and that’s sort of the adequate price but we have no idea if people are willing to pay for it.

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That interview I swore would never happen [FM]

*I thought about cutting this down… But I couldn’t. It took me a month to post because I wanted this for just me for a while.*

*We don’t talk often but we try to check in and meet up once a year… Before we did I sent him this account and he actually asked if I wanted to interview him.*

V: Can I start recording now?

K: Ok.

V: I can’t believe you agreed to do this…

K: Is that the question?

V: …You hate this shit.

K: So do you. I don’t get this.

V: … Ok. Why do you hate this?

K: Being interviewed or having my sex life on the Internet?

V: Our sex life is in your dissertation.

K: Yeah, because that’s the equivalent to Reddit.

V: Walk away.

K: No. just… I’m being nice. Acknowledge it.

V: How do we know each other then?

K: We saw each other for a while.

V: That’s very descriptive, thank you .

Part II: Wife Accepts a Stranger’s Invitation [hotwife, cuckold, bondage sex, some bdsm, slow psychological build-up]

Part II ([Part I](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/10iuimg/part_i_wife_accepts_a_strangers_invitation/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3))

The next minutes were a blur to the husband. Parking before the stately steps. Opening his wife’s door. Watching her emerge, straightening her skirt, her flushed face still glowing. She moved as if in a trance. He could tell she was half in a new world, one he had permitted, yet one—in this moment—from which he felt excluded. A sudden chill seized his heart, but as he followed the new couple up the stairs, the sight of the stranger’s hand resting possessively on his wife’s skirted ass sent a twinge of pleasure through his cock. The door opened on a towering entry hall with gleaming marble floor and twin staircases curling from the sides of the room to a balcony above. A sumptuous circular rug, blood red and ornate with oriental motifs, occupied the center of the floor, and the stranger crossed this in unhurried strides, gesturing to one flight of stairs. The house was elegantly appointed. Soft warm light spilled from beneath Tiffany shades to illuminate the rooms. Brass flashed from the handles and hinges of massive mahogany doors. The trio ascended the stairs, the husband trailing behind. He was certain he caught the scent of her arousal.

Pencil Skirt part 2 [F20sM30s] [dubcon, bdsm, kink, toys, public, office, humil]

“Let’s face your punishment then, shall we?” I hear items shuffle around the metal box, as he mumbles “no no no” to himself. He’s trying to find the right thing. But I’m still panicking about what he could be doing. I’ve seen BDSM porn, people are into some wild shit. I’ve seen people get needles shoved into them for pleasure, and he did say pain. I don’t want that. I begin to shake thinking about that, but then think about what happens if he cums inside me. I have never had unprotected sex, what if I get pregnant? I will have to drive a state over to get it taken care of. I’m shivering in my seat, my hands clenching the arms of the chair.

Pencil Skirt [F20sM30s] [dubcon, bdsm, kink, toys, public, office, humil]

I sit down at my small desk, open my laptop, plug it in, and get signed on. Another day in hell. Two months ago I graduated undergrad and got offered an internship at the highest paying law firm in the city; Mortson and Co. So lucky! Unfortunately, the job was unpaid. They did not inform me of this. They just told me it was an in, and my favorite professor put in a great word for me. In a few years, I could come back here with the great memory of how hard of a worker I was, and get the best law job in the city! I just had to be their office bitch a little longer.

Not just the office bitch, HIS office bitch.

Ryan Mortson is the head of the office, and I’m his “interning assistant.” He pitched the job as a chance to get up close and personal with cases, look at legal documents, and even help him analyze cases. Of course, I jumped at the chance, especially after Professor Stephens put in a good word. I thought she was saving my ass! Turns out the “interning assistant” is just the girl at the tiny desk outside his office, who gets coffee and makes memorandums for the staff on big case wins. I haven’t seen a single case file since I got here.