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The man who out-kinked me [FM]

I’m going to warn you now, this is purely a humorous post that gets a little strange.

So I get weird in bed. TBH, I generally have to ease most folks into my kinkiness because I have freaked people out. There is very little I won’t do.

…Or so I thought.

When I was studying for the bar I used to regularly go on tinder dates as a distraction. It was a weird time. I was stressed and really just needed to get out.

So I meet up with a dude one evening. If I’m being honest I’m not sure if we have real chemistry. He’s a little too full of himself and makes one too many lawyer jokes. Because I’m pretty sure this isn’t going anywhere, I’m a little more honest than usual. Also, I had like 3 martinis and was feeling brave.

We start talking about sex.

“Is it true what they say about lawyers in bed?” He asks.

“What do they say?”

“That their… you know, rigid?” Read more »

Rape play fun

Its your adventurous Femboy again :) if you dont like rapeplay or anything like that, my story is nothing for you i guess. For all who want to read it, have fun :)

Sooo i have a lot of bdsm kinks, like free use, degration and rape play. The thought of being overwhelmed and taken without me having any control about that. And exactly that should happen :)
I have a guy friend named Alex who i am friends with for a long time now. We hooked up sometimes when we went out for partying or sometimes he would just come around, we would play a few games together but it most likely ended up with sex.
So we talked about that stuff one night and he was absolutely amazed :D he is a dominant person himself and asked me if i would want to try that with him. I immediately agreed! Read more »

Treasure in the Rubble [BDSM][NonCon][Mf][Dystopian]

Long intro so to skip to sex look for the *****
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Picker crept his way across front yards, the streets here were clear compared to anything closer to the city center or freeways but getting caught out in the open was as deadly in the suburbs as downtown. If not for the smashed windows and burned-out cars this street looked very much as it did pre-crash.
He was looking through what was left for any food or tools that hadn’t already been looted. The people who lived around here before the world fell apart must not have been very handy as all the garages and sheds just had gardening tools and cleaning supplies, or were packed full of junk. But there had to be something in the area. Two days ago he’d heard an exchange of gunfire. Whatever the conflict was had been resolved decisively. But if people were killing each other in this area they were doing it over something. So Picker worked methodically, house by house finding little worth adding to his backpack and always keeping a hand on his gun.
Picker pried his way into a garage near the end of the street. Jackpot. The place was a mess but whoever had lived here was into cars and big time. There were tools of all sizes and even a hydraulic jack Picker could trade for bullets or even a woman. But he knew exactly what he wanted first. He stepped gingerly through the mess surveying for. At the far back wall, he saw it. A socket set with every size imaginable. As he got near he slipped in spilled oil, knocking the set away spilling the sockets which rolled in every direction. He chased one that rolled against the back wall of the garage and saw it.
There was a door or hatch hidden well amongst the garbage and easy to miss if he hadn’t basically run right into it. He unshouldered his pack and took out the tool kit that gave him his name. The lock was designed to resist forceable opening, and Picker had it open in minutes. The door only moved slightly. Behind it was barred. His heart pounded. No one worked this hard to protect nothing. He extracted another tool and slipped the thin metal shim in the open door working the bar till it fell away with a clang that echoed in the garage. Picker looked around in the garage behind him, half expecting a booby trap or ambush. None came. He pushed through the door and nearly started weeping.
He’d hit pay dirt. Floor to ceiling canned and pickled food. A deep freezer. Space heaters. Clothes for all weather and running water. Someone had been ready for the end of the world. The space was as large as any basement. Picker rebarred the door behind him and proceeded with gun drawn. On the far side, he came to a small living quarter, it looked like for two. No one home. Picker crept through to another room and nearly shot the best prize of all when he heard her voice.
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“Hello?”
He pressed himself into the doorway.
“Uncle Jay?”
Picker popped out with the gun leveled.
“Who are you?” Her voice cracked and she backed away. She was wearing baggy sweats and her skin was pale as though she hadn’t left this place in a long time. She looked like she would’ve been just out of high school if the world hadn’t gone to shit. “Where are my aunt and uncle?” She tried to put shelves between them but Picker followed close staying just out of arms reach.
“Probably it was them that got wasted out there a few days back.”
“No. That can’t be.”
“If your aunty was lucky they got her quick. But don’t you worry, I’ll take care of you now. Real good care” Picker was practically salivating. Her eyes were darting around in a panic that made Picker think of a little animal in a snare.
“Let’s not do anything stupid now. The very last thing I wanna do is have to hurt you.”
As if it was a cue she wrenched one of the metal shelves she was half hiding behind, toppling it and a few hundred pounds of canned goods onto Picker. He was ready and snaked out from underneath, cursing the sound of shattering jars and the lost supplies. He chased her through the basement to a little room that must have been hers. She grabbed a knife but he was too close to her tail for her to bring it around. He slammed into her back, bashing her into the wall. The knife clattered to the floor. He pressed his weight into her pinning her face-first against the wall. He felt how small she was beneath baggy clothes she flailed without effect. She’d been living down here and he’d been scraping to survive up there. Picker wasn’t a large man but all his weight was wiry muscle, he held the girl easily against the wall with one hand. He dropped his pack and grabbed zip ties sticking up from an outside pocket. Then pressed his gun barrel into the base of her skull. She froze.
“I hope you got all that out of your system, I really don’t want to hurt you, but if you’re more trouble than your worth I’ll fuck you up and dump you outside and I promise it’ll be worse for you out there on your own than in here with me.” Her body was shaking with tension but she no longer fought. “Now, give me your hands behind your back. Good girl now put your thumbs together.” She obeyed. Picker took two zip ties and cinched them tight around her thumbs. He stowed the gun in his pack and spun the girl to face him.
She was short and young. Not malnourished but certainly on the skinny side. Her features were delicate and her mouth had a pout to it. Her eyes still had the terror in them that made Picker’s blood hot. He bent and picked up the knife. It was a large hunting blade. “Since we’re gonna be spending some time together, I figure we best get to know each other. What’s your name, sweetie.” He worked his hand under her sweatshirt pressed the flat of the blade to her stomach. Her skin was warm and silky.
“Lydia.”
“Pretty. Since your aunt and uncle are gone I’m gonna be your daddy now.”
“Fuck you.” Lydia spat.
“Normally I like a woman with some meat on her bones but an attitude like that goes a long way. Let’s get a better look at you.” In a sharp upward swing, Picker split the sweatshirt up the middle. He poked the knife down her pants and tore away. Lydia yelped and the pants fell away. Her skin goose bumped in the cold air. Picker held her at arm’s length and surveyed her. Lydia stared up to the ceiling, fighting tears.
She was cleaner than any woman hell any person he’d seen since the crash. Her limbs were slender and soft and between her legs was a patch of fair, downy hair. Picker spun her to face the wall again worked the knife inside of what was left of the sweatshirt leaving her pale body fully exposed. Her hips were narrow but her ass was a perky bubble. Picker groped at it. Lydia pulled away but he held her firm. “You’re probably one of the last fine little girls on earth not being pimped out or kept in a cage. And I get you all to myself.” Picker pushed her face-first onto her mattress on the floor. He knelt between her legs and used the hooked point on the reverse side of the knife to coax Lydia’s hips up so that she was up on her knees with her ass up and her face still down.
Picker put the knife behind him and used his hands to spread her ass apart, sinking his fingers into the soft skin hard enough to bruise. Her pussy was little more than a slit hidden by blonde hair. He plunged his face into her. He used his thumbs to spread her and slurped and lapped at her hole. He would never have dared eat out one of the foul hookers at the traders in the city center. But this was fresh. Lydia was tart and sweet and her body was responsive to his dexterous tongue. She moaned what sounded like “stop” into her mattress but nothing stop him now. He worked his tongue inside her, Lydia’s narrow walls clenched and pulsed like she was trying to force him out. He withdrew his mouth from her pussy and switched to her asshole. He kissed and sucked on her anus before diving his tongue in. Her hips fell to the bed and she began twisting away from him but he didn’t care. He had her legs pinned and his face was glued between her pert asscheeks savoring her tightness, the flavors foul and sweet and her helpless struggle. He kissed and bit her ass cheeks and licked up and down the skin of her back coating her in slobber.
Despite the cold, he was sweating. He reared up and pulled off both layers in one go. Lydia’s chest rose and fell with heavy breaths and her hair was tangled around her face. Picker took up the knife again and stroked Lydia’s hair from her eyes. “Look at me and be honest,” He said, holding up the knife, “you would’ve really used this on me?”
“Yes.” She answered through gritted teeth.
“Then this will be a good lesson for you. Anything you even think about doing will get used on you.” He turned the knife around and started working the leather-wrapped handle into Lydia’s vagina. She thrashed but he knelt on her back. She pulled at her zip ties hard enough her thumbs turned white then blue. She started to scream and he paused. “Listen to me, you wanna scream do it into the bed. Trust me when I say this little punishment is nothing compared to what happens to women alone out there. If someone hears you they might kill me but they’ll keep you till you break.”
The hilt of the knife met some resistance inside her. He pushed and swirled it, watching the muscles on Lydia’s back strain and twist. “Oh, shit don’t tell me. You’re a virgin.” He worked the handle out much more gently than he’d inserted it. It was coated in blood. “You should’ve told me it was a special occasion. I would’ve been more romantic.” He dropped his pants and flipped her over. Lydia found her eyes drawn to his cock. It was bigger than the knife handle. Much bigger and surrounded by wiry black hair. It bounced with his pounding pulse. She tried screwing her legs shut but he was faster. He was situated between her legs his face just over hers. “Now I’ma be good to you this time little girl, but don’t forget daddy will teach you harder lessons than today if you’re bad again.”
He felt her stretching to meet the girth of his head. Lydia cried out and Picker slapped a rough hand over her mouth and pressed down hard. He worked his way in inch by inch gently pulsating his hips as he found his way deeper. Lydia believed at every stage there was no way he could go further. She was always wrong. He assaulted her slowly, savoring the feeling of her fresh body. After a while, her body went limp. Lydia gave in totally and prayed for him to be done. When he bottomed out in her she squealed. He knocked against her cervix and she bit into the sheets and made her hands into fists. His rhythm was increasing, he was losing the control to be merciful as his strokes turned to thrusts. Her body became responsive again twisting away from his vigor. His conscious mind battered through as he was about to cum. He had the presence of mind to pull out and blow his load over her little ass. “No sense in knocking you up.”
He went to his backpack and took a length of rope which he used to secure her to the mattress. “You really took it out of me girl. I need something to eat. And we should clean up that mess you made. I’m glad I found this place in time to hunker down for winter.”

Behind the Mask, Chapter 17 [fm] [Incest] [Cousin/Cousin]

[Chapter 16](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/rj5taz/behind_the_mask_chapter_16_fm_incest_cousincousin/)

Chloroform’s a bitch.

I was still a little groggy when I came to, groaning as I stirred. I heard movement as I opened my eyes, and I wondered if I was still alive. Maybe I’d been shot in the head for my antics.

“Lexi!” How strange. That was Brie’s voice. My vision focused, and there she was, blue eyes wide and staring into my face, concern written all over hers. “Take it easy, okay?”

“She awake?” came Drew’s voice, and Stef was by Brie’s side in an instant, awash with relief. Past the twins, I saw Coco and Leon get to their feet.

My head started pounding, and as I tried to sit up I felt my stomach heave. “I feel sick,” I managed through clenched teeth.

“Bucket!” Stef called, and his voice made my head throb. I doubled over the edge of my couch, and Stef slid a bucket under me just in time for me to vomit into it. Thankfully Brie held my hair, and I groaned and spat out the last of the bile before collapsing back onto the couch. Read more »

Putting the Squeeze on Them [MF][Extreme BDSM]

>He was a truly fine specimen of masculinity. Chiselled chest, classically handsome face, 8 inch dick with a fine pair of smooth balls that hung down low.

[https://redemptionmagazine.com/putting-the-squeeze-on-them-c5bce98da2ff](https://redemptionmagazine.com/putting-the-squeeze-on-them-c5bce98da2ff)

WET DREAMS UNIVERSITY 260 Beach Shoot Dream Master (FF MF MFF MFM ANAL BDSM BONDAGE SOLO TOYS TITILLATION)

“This is Clarissa Love cuming all over your screen for the Hottest.. what?” Clarissa was doing the intro for the hottest thing on the beaches of Pink Sands Orgasm Bay. “What do you..” once again Clarissa was cut short of the basic question. “What do you want from me then” speaking so fast that from beginning to end seemed like on word. “Wait, what? You want my bod not my coverage..” the rest of that statement was lost in embracement.
“Yes, this is the calendar for next year and we want all the up and cuming hotties as centerfolds” Samantha said as she was readjusting her glasses.
“This is my job to read people butt I think I was put in the wrong sorority” whispering so low that only Clarissa herself could hear it. “Sex one, glasses, long skirt with long sleeve blouse..” Clarissa was reading Samantha from the ground up.
“Yes, and if you hurry before the tide get any worse we (speaking of the crew, one camera man, one lighting dude holding up a reflective screen and of course Samantha) would like you here, stripped, on your naughty knees and ready for some snaps” Samantha had something else going on deep beneath that nerdy exterior.
Complying butt continuing with the dress down of one Samantha. “Ok this is embracing butt..” holding her breath and with a tug Clarissa’s tits bounced free with just one more thing restraining them, the bra. Squeezing her triple S’s together so she could unleash them and watching Samantha squirm a little. “..with triple Mmm F’s, trust me girl you can’t hide those beauties from me. Oh don’t turn around at the sight of something that you want I can see it in your nips not to mention that little wet spot that..” shimming out of her work skirt, giving the lightning and camera dude’s a even bigger hard on and watching as the cum spot on Samantha’s dress appear.
“Hold for a (the flash went off like a strobe light) sec” the camera man asked catching every angle of Clarissa’s triple S’s and her smooth box.
Flinging her wet hair back, tits squished together, pussy just a few centimeters away from a sandy grind as the flash went off like in a disco. “..she has a slender ass too butt I bet..” as Clarissa changed positions. Ass up, tits down, head resting on her hands with that shy submissive look about her. If it wasn’t for that annoying blink you would swear it was high noon due to the flash.
“Fuck me.. hold while I wank.. I mean snap some more shots of.. of” leading up to the end the camera man voice kept going up a notch until the word “of”.
“Wow man, I would say this does it for you and your wanker” the lightning help said as the camera man jettisoned without even touching his cock.
“..she is all natural under there never seen a razor or anything else for that matter” as Clarissa was thinking her pussy was salivating over the taste of the new innocent cunt that throbbed under those clothes.
Falling down as the camera man’s cock erupted once again, grabbing ahold of her ass cheek and hearing the lighting gasp and falter. “What boys haven’t you seen a bald box before” blowing then both a kiss before returning her attention back to Samantha. Stretching out the right leg while leaving the left bent being sure to show enough pink to turn any one to a cum puddle.
“Okay, the tide is turning.. we must.. Oh my fuckkk” sounded like a stereo as both of the crew watch Clarissa rise from the sand.
Letting all of her hair cover her face, going from ass down to a good sex inches off of the sand (the flash on a constant light), arms squeezing her triple S’s tight together while spreading her cunt. The fling of the hair, cascade of water that flew from each and every hair on their journey to Clarissa’s back.
“Dude shouldn’t, shouldn’t you say something like thanks or something” the lighting dude Chett asked Roy the camera man (his camera still snapping away).
“What.. Oh yeh, yeh thanks for your naughty shots I’m sure a sex..tons will be cuming for you, Ah soon” Roy muttered avoiding eye contact with Clarissa as much as possible. “Thanks Chett for Ah that.. that” closing his eyes once again gripping his cock. “Oh fuckkk..” for the third time his cock let loose.
“No probs man butt dam man you need to get laid.. soon” Chett added knowing that his can of cunt was going to get it’s worth tonight.
“Is that all” Clarissa walked up to Samantha. Peeking at her schedule and seeing all the different poses that she did. Due to the scribbles and the breakage of the pen. “I am having a party tonight love why don’t you cum over I’m sure we will have a.. Mmmmmmmmm, good time” side stepping Samantha butt leaving her with the feeling of want. A spanking to her bum.

WET DREAMS UNIVERSITY 259 Ruffian Dream Master (FF MF MFF MFM ANAL BDSM BONDAGE SOLO TOYS)

Clarissa was thinking as she played with her tight cornrowed hair.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to dye this beautiful main” Gabriel asked. “Mmm Mmmm, what I would do for a night with this” letting the last of Clarissa’s locks tumble through her fingers. “Now who is this for?” Gabriel always asks so she can charge the right fee depending on the turn on.
Giggling only slightly at how many questions she could ask. Before, “A’drea, I want to surprise her at work” Gabriel knows all the latest gossip so any lies would just cum back to her brothers for payments due.
“Mmm Mmmm.. done honey that will be..” Gabriel started butt Clarissa already knew this was going to for free. “Oh honey that tip was..” interrupting Gabriel was a dangerous task.
Holding one tit in her greedy mouth, rimming her pussy. The pull, the twist, taking it from the areola to the tip of the nip. “Thanks Gabriel” Clarissa just wanted to pay forward the excitement of today’s trice.
Seeing that tanned beauty spinning drinks from afar just brought back the burning desire to be the next glass that she fills. “Mmm Mmmm.. hey wait! Stop that” lecturing herself as the first buck grated its way down.
“Sup, I’ll have a dirty cum shot” Clarissa growled in character.
Looking her up and down. Over sized boots, tattered fishnet stockings, barely there mini skirt ripped and torn at all the right places, tight tattered tank with a black leather halter to support a pair of mammoth tits! “I’ll need to see some id before..” cut off before the next heartbeat.
Lashing at A’drea’s partially open mouth, wrangling her tongue as the two enter tangled. “Say what now” Clarissa’s answer had taken A’drea by a wet surprise.
“I.. I need to.. Ah (trying to hide the shiver that ran down her spine) I need to see some..” once again A’drea pressed for id butt before any more words could spill from her pretty mouth Clarissa struck again.
Pulling her hair while sucking the life from her pretty lips. Fingers going from rimming to full finger banging that tight little hole. “Your wet” breaking the molesting of her lips just to gag her with the taste of her own juice’s. “Is there any other questions. Now to my drink” running her wet fingers from her ass cheeks to her pubic hairs flanking her tight holes.
“Maybe this is not Clarissa butt dam (no longer able to hide her minor orgasm at least not from this ruffian) I have never cum behind the bar..” freezing in mid pour. Feeling the ruffian’s stare as it went from her nappy hair down her back and stopping on her ass. “..fuckkk” ran through A’drea’s mind as quick as the cum that leaked from her cunt. “Fuck, fuck, fuckkk..” giving in to her primal desire to cum. “Ok time to finish pouring (the aftershock sent more cum dripping out of her cunt) her drink” sliding it right to her waiting hand. “One dirty cum shot will be sex Sexton’s” A’drea eyes locked with the ruffian.
“I want a dirty cum shot not a splash of..” using the grating voice as A’drea cunt swelled again. Leaving the drink alone butt the sound of sex Sexton’s echoed in A’drea’s head.
“Yes.. yes ma’am, you are right” dam her if this is Clarissa getting me so flustered at work I just want to moan! “Wait did I just say this or.. or” closing her eyes butt feeling two separate fingers going for two different holes. “Mmmmmmmmm..” leaked from her mouth as her hips slammed forward.
Whispering in A’drea’s sweet hot ear, “Your pouring butt no glass..”
“Yes.. yesss ma’am..” that pause gave way to A’drea’s dirtiest part of her mind. “No! No, there is no way that she will ever eat me out.. no, no, yesss..” throwing her legs wide apart as the smooth surface of the bar top was now under A’drea’s ass. “You want a fresh drink then fucking eat me out” reaching forward to grip the soft hair of Clarissa. “What the fuckkk.. was I.. I OooOoooOoooo..” as her thoughts turned into a moan. “Hard.. hard.. hair yes, yesss Oh fuckkk Mmm..” finding a place for her heels as her hips bucked for the first time with her tongue probing for all her weaknesses.
Tonguing A’drea’s holes was Clarissa’s dream cum true. “Butt having her orgasm before ever straddling my face, fuck ya!” Raced through Clarissa’s mind as her tongue darted between A’drea’s hot pussy and even hotter asshole. “It time to show her who is boss” Clarissa grabbed A’drea’s ass cheeks. Squeezing them despite the bucking that was now harder to do. Drawing her ass to the proper angle.
“What.. what is she dOooing, Ooooh fucking a..” A’drea’s ass was now clamped in place. Her legs, even if they wanted to could not break the hold the ruffian had on her ass. “Fuck.. what are you fu..ing do.. dOoo OooOoooOoooo” the ruffian’s tongue tortured the focal point of all A’drea’s orgasms.
Testing the grip Clarissa had on A’drea’s ass as cum splashed from her hot cunt. Feeling every muscle in her wet cunt tighten up, Clarissa just locked in her hands while her tongue speed up the flicking. Sucking on the tender clit, sucking so strong that the skin pulled away from the bone.
“OooOoooOoooo yesss OooohOooohOooohOoooh..” A’drea wanted to say something anything butt her moan overridden all her thoughts. Pulling her over the bar top was not hard at all, feeling the submissiveness ooze from her cunt was not a easy experience butt Clarissa had A’drea right where she wanted her to be. Now the tables where turned. Seizing her nappy hair, dragging her face over both triple S’s. “You want to eat me next don’t you” this was not a question this was intent. Pulling her mouth against the left nipple, feeling her tongue as it wrapped around the already hard nipple. “Ooo, yes suck it, suck it!” The ruffian’s growl was still there.
Spreading her legs, the feeling the denim rip some more as the tight super short mini had abandon it’s post as a cover and now wanted to present all that it has hidden. Clarissa’s eyes bore into A’drea’s soul forcing their eyes to meet once more. Pulling on that nappy hair was just for fun cause A’drea wanted to lap at this ruffian’s hidden delights. “You better fuckin’ enjoy my hot cunt so I can fill your mouth full of cum and watch you swallow every drop” Clarissa snarled down to her new sex slave.
Nodding as best she could A’drea’s tongue was already out just waiting for the ruffian to thrust her pussy forward onto her tongue. Trying to lick the cum as it dripped from her cunt was the most torturous thing imaginable. “Please let me serve you, please Oh please..” this is it the moment A’drea was waiting for. Feeling the roll of the hips, imagining how her pussy would taste while it coated her tongue. “Yes, yesss.. yesssssssss..” A’drea felt her own orgasm building.
Jerking A’drea’s head back, pulling her up as the teasingly wicked kiss pierced her soul. Sucking on A’drea’s tongue while letting her body fall back between the ruffian’s legs. “Now suck my clit before I bang yours” Clarissa threatened.
Nodding ever since the request was made, the request for her, A’drea’s total and unequivocally surrender of her body to this ruffian. Opening without even being asked to first. Tongue sticking out ready for that tight little pink hole. The rolling of the hips signaled the start of A’drea’s wettest dream. Hand already turning on her own clit. Swallowing every orgasm that flared up cause she wanted to suck this ruffian’s tight pink slit. She wanted to nibble on her wet nub of skin just to have her cum. “Please let.. Mmmm.. …” as the ruffian’s cunt ground into A’drea’s tongue. As the biggest orgasm that A’drea had ever experienced just struck as the hot juice’s coated her tongue.
“Fuckin’ yes.. Ooo Mmm fuckin’ yesss” pulling A’drea closer, tighter. Feeling her tongue dip into the turbulent cum filled waters just as Clarissa’s body responded. “Ooooh fuckkk.. OooOoooOoooo fuckkk Mmmm.. OooohOooohOooohOoooh..” a flash as everything she has done to A’drea to deserve this.. this grand orgasm just erupted in her head.
Face fucking her sex slave at this point was as hot as ever. Rolling her hips, pulling A’drea closer, tighter then ever. Throwing her head back as the orgasm leaked from her mouth, “OooohOooohOooohOoooh yesssssssss OooohOooohOooohOoooh fuckkk OooohOooohOooohOoooh Mmmmmmmmm” wanting to wrap her legs around A’drea’s tanned bod. Wanting to take A’drea on her own bar just for some pleasurable pay back. Wanting to cream all over A’drea’s face. Only one thing out of three would do. Straddling A’drea’s head, raking her gushing cunt up and down A’drea’s face. More orgasms quickly followed with more cum, more to coat A’drea’s willing face while she got a mouth full of the sweet liquid. While Clarissa would delve in a deep throated kiss as they both swallowed her cum. “Suck it, Mmm su..k it now.. now OooohOooohOooohOoooh” Clarissa moaned thrusting her hips forward, dragging her clit over those sparking whites. “Ooooh (pulling A’drea up by her hair) you fuckin’ bitch cum and..” pressing their mouths together. Tongues swirling around as they share the cum. Clarissa’s sweet taste coating both their tongues even when A’drea’s tongue tried to snatch it back.
Leaving a sizeable tip as sex Sexton’s where stacked in two stacks with a scribbled note on a drink napkin underneath. “See you on the beach, love” even before A’drea read this she knew she had been played. “Mmm, yes I will see you on the beach” smiling and thinking of how Clarissa the goddess of good looks managed to steal her wettest dream of domination and still remain the ruffian.

WET DREAMS UNIVERSITY 258 Bitch of a Boss Dream Master (FF MF MFF MFM ANAL BDSM BONDAGE SOLO TOYS)

“I know that work place trice never works out butt..” Clarissa was thinking while Alison was giving her presentation. With each pass she teased the boss with that perfectly shaped bum. Squeezing her ass at just the right point and seeing the pink of her pussy with each heart pounding second.
“Alison.. I see your point butt..” as the Eric started, Clarissa was already to the point of no return. Playing hard with the image of Alison on her desk. Hands clamped down on the edge of oblivion while her clit was getting a licking.
“..So what do you say boss?” Eric asked butt Clarissa had left this campfire to explore the carnal side of Alison.
“I’ll (acting like she was thinking).. have to get her back against my door to tell you” not even realizing what she had said.
“Okay that will take care of this weeks campfire unless anybody has.. Mmm anything else to lick..” Alison said.
“Butt why would she say something like that” just getting to her office door as the first crippling orgasm ran through Clarissa’s body. Doubling over as her clit screamed out in pure unadulterated pleasure. “Ooooh fuckkk yes yesss OooOoooOoooo Ohmifuck” thinking to spread her shaking legs. Pinching her clit at just the right moment, sending a knee bending orgasm right from the epicenter of so many orgasms.
The slam of the door behind her, the sound of her soothing voice. “Now get her image out of your head and..” Clarissa thoughts where becuming audible.
“And press me against you door for some much needed cunt to tongue lecturing” Alison’s voice echoed in Clarissa’s mind.
“Mmm, yes just to press you against the door with me eating you out from.. Ooo shit” the next orgasm hit Clarissa like tongue against her clit.
“Maybe.. (flicking the hard little piece of skin as Clarissa knees crumbled) you should (dragging her tongue through Clarissa’s cunt) maybe.. (with the last flick ending at the end of Clarissa’s cunt there was only one more hole to explore) that’s just what I (darting her gift into Clarissa’s asshole , bring forth the next orgasm like never before) need” Alison finished with a kiss on Clarissa’s bum. Standing and slowly walking to the only door in the office. “Butt.. I could be..” being interrupted by the taste of glass as Clarissa’s hands forced her, tits first onto that window pane.
Biting Alison’s butt, forcing her to bend over just slightly so Clarissa could get a better angle. Licking the very thing that will always give the boss a incredible orgasm. “Yes maybe (driving her tongue so deep in Alison’s perfectly spankable asshole) this is all you (trying to time it perfectly doesn’t always work, unlike this time) ne.. (Ohmifuck) ..ed” as the orgasm gripped both the boss and her subordinate. Once again biting Alison’s ass as the need to squirt rushed her pussy. “I’m.. Ooo cuming (saying that so fast it must have sounded like another moan) OooohOooohOooohOoooh fuckkk Mmm” Clarissa moaned out.
Already hard from watching these two hotties drilling each other’s holes it didn’t take Eric no more then a half of a heartbeat to ram his cock balls deep in Clarissa’s booty. Not realizing how tight she is almost made him cum on the first thrust. “My fuck you are so fuckkking.. tight” his hands gripping her hips as his nuts battered against her wet pussy.
“Yes.. Ooo fuckkk Mmm yesss” now Clarissa got to focus on that little hot tart that was pressed on her door. “Give Mmm that clit.. Alison now, now.. nOoow” with every word just gave Eric more pumps in her ass and less for her tongue. “Oh my fuck!!!” Alison thrust her ass back as Clarissa’s tongue lashed forward. Wrapping around that little nub while the pulsing sawed on every nerve.
“Fuckkk Mmme yesss” grabbing her ass cheeks and pulling them apart even more for Clarissa’s tongue. Not a lesbian at heart butt this gave her new thoughts of dumping cock for the wet tongue and smooth clit. “Lick.. li..k, Ooo fuckkk l..k Mmm clit” Alison not being able to hold out any longer.
“Fuck, fuck, fuckkk I’m cuMmming cum cum..g OooOoooOoooo” Eric’s cock lead the way into cuming on a moment’s notice. “I’m fuckkking cuMmming.. Ooo Ooooh OooohOooohOooohOoooh” thrusting his cock till it would not go any further as his orgasm took him around the world with just a few heartbeats.
“Yesssssssss.. fuckkking lick Mmm pussyyyyy.. lick Mmmm clytie..” even as the silent orgasm hit Alison the hardest.
Locking down her asshole, rolling her hips, squeezing her own nips while her tongue danced with Alison’s clit. “Mmm Mmmm Mmmmmmmmm, fuc.. Mmm ass” trying to breath even as her tongue had Alison pinned against the door. “Ooooh yesss Ooooh OooohOooohOooohOoooh yesssssssss” the buck midway through had already milked Eric of his entire life savings of cum butt he held his cock in for the long haul. “I just want to fuckkk your naughty holes” switching up so fast Alison had no choice butt to cum again even harder.
“Mmm ass..le fuckkk Mmmmmmmmm..” the shutter of her body was something new even for her. Clarissa had drilled her asshole for the final time for this was the first time that she ever had this feeling back there. “Mmm ass is cuming!!! OooOoooOoooo OooohOooohOooohOoooh..” screaming and moaning with tears running down her face.
“Eric you might be the head secretary for the press butt Alison controls all the sales and gets a ear full from our customers when things aren’t getting done. With that said I want more reporters to cover all the issues that she has so our sales will match our truthful reporting style. Remember Alison, Eric communication is the key” Clarissa finished up with the two of them in a simple statement.
Leaving that office with the entire In the Bedroom with Jax press staff standing on pins and needles, Alison lead the way.
“Fuck that was hard” the whispers started to float.
“Look at the tears streaming down Alison’s cheeks” rumors where running rampant.
“I wouldn’t want to get on her bitchy side” rose above all else.
“Eric even has some dried tear stains on his face as well” as the whispers faded when the bosses door closed behind Eric.

WET DREAMS UNIVERSITY 257 Dominance of Submission Dream Master (FF MF MFF MFM BDSM BONDAGE SOLO TOYS)

Watching A’drea would make anyone tired especially on a morning like today. Clarissa just sat while A’drea moved everything around the blonde bombshell.
“Don’t you hate it when you’ve miss placed something” A’drea said chewing on her bottom lip. Clarissa not noticing that A’drea was staring into her while toying with her clit.
“Yes.. it’s a real shame” hopping up while putting a t-top on. Taking a few steps just to slide on her laced blue jeans, “Gotta love new inventions for shoelaces.” Clarissa looking were A’drea was standing. “Have you found what you where looking..” Clarissa started butt at the end her last word was caught in her throat.
Doing something that was totally out of character for A’drea. She approached from the back, wrapping one arm around Clarissa’s slender stomach cupping her tit. “Yes I have” using that seductive whisper that is only used just before the first orgasm.
“Mmmmmmmmm..” escaped from Clarissa mouth. Feeling A’drea’s hand next to her face gave Clarissa the ability to release her submissive personality. “What ever do you mean my.. (trying to suppress the growing wetness in between her legs) my.. Mmmmmmmmm” to the hell’s if A’drea did not push her surprise. Butt Clarissa still had one advantage! “Mmm, someone shaved..” tagging A’drea’s smooth box and finding the wet line that proved Clarissa was just a step ahead.
Wanting to spin the blonde vixen around, to push her on the bed and to eat her out for the rest of the morning. Butt there was more that A’drea could and would do to the bombshell. Allowing her hand to tug on the white t-top that surrounded her mammoth melon’s. Using her teeth to move each of the white straps so one firm pull and the t-top would be a thing of yesterday. “You are so beautiful do..” the pull happened as both of Clarissa’s triple S’s bounced free from the minor restraints that restricted them. “you know that” running from her right ear down to Clarissa’s neck. Using teeth and suction and trying to ignore the growing wetness in between her legs from Clarissa’s discovery.
“If you’re.. not careful I.. Mmmight be your little.. little Slut today if.. Mmmm.. you keep sucking on my..” okay I’m not one to let any orgasm pass butt shit A’drea is not playing fair. Rolling her hips, loosing any advantage she had over the attacker as Clarissa’s hand went from playing to clawing A’drea’s pelvic area. “Ooooh fuckkk OooohOooohOooohOoooh..” going from fighting to submissive in the blink of an eye. “Pull my bows.. please” feeling her legs shaking just as badly as her insides.
Clarissa was going down, A’drea had only two choices help Clarissa or do as she asked.. “Ooo..” sounded as Clarissa impacted with the mattress. Now the peeling of her new shorts would be so much easier as each side of lace was now in A’drea’s hands. Running her short claws down Clarissa’s back, hooking the blue jean material.
“Fuck Mmm puss.. fuckkk Mmmm ..ss” Clarissa not caring which hole was filled by her lesbian master. “Please.. Ooooh pl..se fuck Mmmmmmmmm” even as the pressure grew Clarissa’s back bowed in. “Yesssssssss.. OooOoooOoooo” legs bent at the knees so A’drea would have something to hang onto. Arms at ninety degree angle as the pleasure flowed through Clarissa’s lungs and out her mouth. Body feeling like it would be just a puddle of cum with A’drea licking on her.. “Ooooh shit no..” clawing the bedspread. “No, no.. yesssssssss” thrusting her bum back as A’drea’s tongue slithered in.
Watch Clarissa fall apart was only a small amount of pleasure A’drea got from eating out that little peach of a ass. The other well, “Your gonna cum be..fore I.. I..” Now on a desperate race to get Clarissa to fully orgasm before A’drea did. Her hands, “Where are they.. Ooooh yesss..” questioning where her own hands where was a sure ticket to a early orgasm. Hips convulsing, tongue fluttering bound to fail if not timed right.
“Fuckkk I’m.. cuMmmmmm OooohOooohOooohOoooh yesssssssss OooohOooohOooohOoooh..” rang out as Clarissa stuffed the bedspread in her mouth, her triple S’s squished beneath her orgasming body.
Flipping over was easier then expected. Knowing that her love was still on top butt that just made things easier. “Thank..” pressing their lips together. Even as their tongues touched Clarissa took the dominant role in seizing what little control there was left, “..you”.