The impact of the wall, the urge to cream right there. His hand clutching Clarissa’s neck, “I am so fucking wet for you..” She struggled to say butt with each word Clarissa’s fight from cuming was on a downward spiral. “I hear your having a leak (forcefully grabbing Clarissa’s crotch) problem and maybe I could..” taking that pause to size up her body. “..help you with” still having his hand around Clarissa’s throat as his now wet hand slapped her tit. Clarissa was going to cum hard, trying to find something to focus on. “His top.. Oh yes his..” the last thing she could see was his name Eric. Shuddering as her stomach tightened, his lips covering her left areola. Her hands taking hold of his hand and forcing it to choke her some more, his teeth clamping down on her nipple. Feeling the orgasm running thought her body butt he reminded her at this minute Clarissa’s body was his. “Did I say to cum” this whisper in her ear said the most seductive arousing dark things that only she could hear. Running her hands thought his hair, pressing his mouth into her tit only made things worse. The need to cum was there! Pulsating as it feed to her sexual desires. “Please.. can I” he found her weakness. It used to be her nipples, teeth clamped down, pulling on them till you would swear that they would just pop off butt now.. now his fingers would prob her every desire. Clarissa’s body shuddered once again as his lone finger pierced the pink shadows of her asshole. Playing with her insides until just like a lock her legs would quiver and her slit would cum without warning. “You will not cum unless I say so” was this him or just a dark reminder of what not to do. “Butt, butt.. Ooo” forcing two fingers into her asshole was one thing butt double penetration with just his fingers was wrong on so many levels. “Suck my cock Miss Silk Blueberry Lace Thongs and maybe I’ll finger fuck you once again” Eric tongue was like a vipers hissing all the right things to do. Nodding instantly, feeling her knees growing weak and yet he still had his hand around Clarissa’s throat. The force of his hands practically shoved Clarissa down to her knees. His cock was there, hard and pounding. Clarissa knew in that instant if she did not open her mouth then his promise of ass play would walk out that door. Opening wide for his head even as Eric’s cock was ready to pump her mouth like a piston in a racing engine. Feeling her cunt leaking out even as Clarissa started to finger herself. “Oh goddess, the fuckkking joy in fingering myself while I suck cock” things start to rumble thought the poor damsel when she is getting what she has always wanted. A man to take her body, to break it, to make her a cuming school girl with only one thing on her mind, to cum! Not a little butt a lot not just from her cunt butt from her asshole and mouth with just one word from him, from Eric.. “Cum”. “What??? Did I hear him right??? Did he say “Cum”???” Feeling her stomach knot up as her hips jack her pussy off. The overwhelming sensation of moaning almost over rid the joys of cock sucking. “Mmm Mmmm Mmmmmmmmm..” streamed from Clarissa’s mouth butt his hand had other ideas. A hard spanking landed on her ass disrupting the steady flow of cum that she was helping out. That spank, the pressure, the pain, the joy as her ass reddened. Feeling his cock twist in her mouth made every a lot more wetter for now she could do some serious deep throating with half the gags butt her hand had stopped stroking. Thinking about looking down to find out why. Thinking butt that would mean no more cock to suck till Clarissa found out why, “and.. and holy shit I’m cuMmming aga..” Seizing her ass, squeezing it while his tongue danced around her clit. Wait for the right time to add pressure, to bite her little bump and pull on it with his teeth. The wait shall not be long, “Oooohmifuck I’m.. I’m OooOoooOoooo” jerking with her hips against his hands that held Clarissa’s ass up by his face. The bite, the suction all a part of his plan.. even sinking his two fingers deep inside her asshole as his tongue made splash down in between her pussy lips. Slurping just got her wetter while Clarissa bobbed down longer holding his cock down her throat. The swallow started butt not for him, “Ooo fuckkk.. what are you doing.. you fucking cheat” Eric raved seizing her hair and jerking back Clarissa’s head.
The feel of walking, the footfalls emanating up. Something was cuming up, something large and well fucked on. The double hard spank caused Clarissa to let go of that cock as pain and pleasure radiated from her ass. The cumforter caught Clarissa full on the front. Butt he was there, Eric the Hard, Eric the Boner, Eric the moanable. Never letting go of her hair, jerking it back so Clarissa’s head would be at ninety degrees to her body. The whip of his cock impacting hard on her ass. “I’m gonna.. Ooooh fuckkk” that feeling you get when you know that your world is heaven bound. Going ball deep in Clarissa’s asshole, plunging all the way in. “Fuck your ass is, Oh..” there was little use for words with the speed of his hump. The constant impact against her pussy and asshole. “I.. cu..ming right .. … …. OooohOooohOooohOoooh yesssssssss” had Clarissa found her true Master or was he just a shot in the sensual dark. “Oh yes, cum fucking cum your fuckkking brains.. cum, Cum, CuMmm.. … OooOoooOoooo” Eric filled her asshole up with his man juice’s. His cock still spasming even after his fists came down on either side of Clarissa. “Was there anything else I could suck on you about or did I answer all your concerns” his growl was at a labored beat. “Thank you for humping me to get the job done” a hard slap on the ass as Eric’s cock slithered out of her cum filled asshole.
“Thank you for your questions..” popping open the door on another man. “..if you have anymore you can always reach the office at (900)icy-hlic.” Eric turned to leave and ran into the new stranger. “Yes, I have a question just what in the hell where you doing in there bae? Leaving me all wet and ready while you trotted off to go answer a girls question..” there voices faded from Clarissa ear shot while the girls of Pi Beta Pi gave Clarissa a standing ovation to help get the AC back on.
Tag: BDSM
WET DREAMS UNIVERSITY 221 Silk Blueberry Lace Thongs Dream Master (FF MF MFF MFM Anal BDSM Bondage Solo Toys)
“What’s going on here anyway?” Clarissa was cuming back to her apartment at Pie Beta Pie to find all of her sisters out on the front lawn. “The sweet cum of coldness has stopped pumping” Raya paused in between licks on Ellison. “So maintenance has been called” Ellison finished up the thought so Raya could delve deeper into her swollen cunt. “Oh okay..” waving just as a major orgasm hit Ellison. “Those two are always munching on each other, fuck that gets me so wet..” seeing the back of a HLIC repair man made Clarissa stop and stare at that piece of man meat. “Just wonder if he’ll work any faster for” Angie snuck up to her side just long enough to whisper those sweet nothings in her ear before giving her a shove. If Clarissa hadn’t been think of Bodie and the hot time they had Angie might have got slapped.
“Excuse me I..” dam her, the feeling of weak kneed stomach all knotted up and all Clarissa could say is “H..i”. “What a hunk of pure (allowing her eyes to drift downward) cock..ulation!” “Did I just say that out loud cuz..” readjusting her stature in such a way to press her triple S’s together. Then realizing that she must look a mess, hair all messed up like from a rock hard concert, pussy covered in cum.. and well cuming on its own. “Does this belong to.. Ah you” holding a pair of silk blueberry lace thongs he asked. Everything in her body told her to claim those panties. “There they are, thanks for finding them for me” Angie just had to interrupt. “Then perhaps I could try them on you after I get this ac humping again” was that a question or a statement? Not sure which was nodding first her head or tits cuz damn one more orgasm was just around the corner. His meaty paws clinched around those panties snatching them before Angie could get her hand on them. “Perhaps this will take..” shutting down everything as the biggest single person orgasm one woman could give was happing. Trying to keep her eyes on the prize was almost impossible. Thrusting with her hips, biting her lip to be sure no sound would escape. “My goddess how much I miss.. miss Ooo..” Clarissa’s thoughts became reality. All this over his ass, the one part that his coveralls did not cover.. ok that and his package. “Oh my, I wonder.. if he will go for my..” assuming all of this was still in her head the loud spank of her ass was not. “Who did this.. the spank was it you Angie, Raya.. Ellison speak now” rubbing her ass over the impact point, praying that she would not spray her cum all over his back. “Just wait I’ll..” the spank came again, this time stinging her hand as well. The spank, the orgasm sorta went hand in hand all though the orgasm soaked her hand in cum. Looking down for a second, realizing that l that cum could be covering his cock gave new rise to her next urge to cream. Shooting a look to Angie in the form of help me. Butt seeing Angie’s legs wrapped around Mio as her hips spasmed could only mean one thing. “Mmm …mmm …. Mmmmmmmmm fuckkk Mmm Oh Ooo OooohOooohOooohOoooh yesssssssss” Clarissa’s knees went slack as her cum pooled on the ground. Down with on one to blame butt herself for this travesty of epic proportions, thinking, “He will never fuck me, look at me, lust over my ass ever again.” Peering back at the AC unit and not seeing him, looking around the greenish cloth foliage to search for any sign of him, “Nothing, I’m.. I’m” something caught her gaze. Something long and hard that towered over her. Rising her head and seeing his big thick long hard cock. Thumping away with its own pulse. Reaching for it butt so afraid to grip it. Grazing his cock with the tips of her fingers sent chills down her cunt. The shiver gave new meaning cause there was the head. Just a little more elevation and Clarissa could lick it like a lollipop, suck it like a candy cane and yet there he was dangling those, “Silk blueberry lace thongs that he wanted to try on me!”
Taken Control (BDSM/Rough sex short story) mainly for F, let me know your thoughts!:)
I am your dominating force of nature, every inch of you is mine to do so as I please. I venture past your exposed fine body, I catch a glimpse of your begging eyes as you are chained helplessly to in the middle of the room, stood up straight legs spread, mouth tightly gagged and arms extended.
When my eyes catch yours I see the desperation deep inside screaming for release, I do not feel sympathy for you but only that you could be of use to me, for that only reason I violently grab your tight pussy, causing you to shiver up your body and sharply gasp, I whisper to you “are you going to be of use to me?” You lightly and timidly nod your head in submission, I smirk and come closer to your ear and whisper, “well… prove it”
All of sudden I rip your arms from your chains, you feel a moment of relief before my overpowering arm places my hand with the crack of a whip upon your bare ass, I pull back your hair forcing you to your knees with your desperate eyes staring up at me, “you said you’d be of use, now prove it” I surprisingly gently remove your gag and say “you have 30 seconds to prove your worth”
[MF] How being the sober one led to my (M26) first casual hookup (F21)
Growing up I was extremely shy and was far too nervous to talk to girls. I had one girlfriend in my early 20s but after we broke up I didn’t really date very much and I didn’t have sex again for four years, until I was 26. The girlfriend wasn’t my first sexual experience but she was my first love and we had a very active sex life and became very good at what we were into. Following the end of that, however, I reverted to my natural introversion and social anxiety and thought this was it for life. That is, until this first casual encounter. After that it was like the floodgates opened, and I made up for a lot of lost time, and while I’d always had a very very high sex drive I’ve since then also developed my tastes, interests, and kinks. I’m in my early 30s now, male, and in Australia, and I’ve dated, had short flings, had ongoing friends-with-benefits, had fuck buddies (less friends than FWB I think), had one night stands, and had a small number of BDSM focussed relations. But this is the story of the first casual encounter and the one that really got my confidence up.
My own personal porn star [f]
I have a Google Drive folder and a Whatsapp account full of photos and videos of my girlfriend doing all sorts of filthy things. Sometimes solo, sometimes with me.
When we make a video I normally come up with a BDSM style ordeal to put her through. She’s submissive and enjoys pain, so our sex life is very rough, which we both love.
To help you imagine my personal porn star, she’s a very curvy brunette with enormous tits and a collection of very slutty outfits. I wouldn’t describe her as a show off, but when the camera turns on, she goes into performance mode.
Here’s a description of my favourite video.
We were in a small room with a camera on each side at head height for her, when she’s on all fours. In front of one camera was a dildo stuck to a bench at pussy height. She was dressed in a PVC body, with a zip down the middle that runs from her neck right down and around to her arse. So she’s dressed, yet everything is exposed. I put her in a collar, lead and a ballgag. I fucking love to see her in a ballgag. It makes me feel extra dominant and want to treat her badly.
[MF] Alice in Anal Land…
(this is a consolidation and more polished re-write of a story I wrote in three several posts a couple of years ago…)
Disclaimer and Content Warning: The following story is based on real events, with some minor changes to protect people’s anonymity and to improve the narrative flow. It involves repeated occurrences of a dangerous sexual practice: ass-to-pussy switching (also known as “a2p” or “atp”). While it was very much consensual, it was definitely not “safe or sane” and only somewhat “risk aware” at the time. I’d be a LOT more reticent about that practice nowadays – at the very least I’d have a pre-negotiation that involved an explicit discussion of risks. But back then, I was a lot less knowledgeable about these issues, and I must confess, I wasn’t really thinking with my brain at the time. And also, this was a series of bareback hookups – another massively unwise thing to do. So yes, the narrator in the story is me, but a younger, more selfish, more irresponsible version of me from years ago.
Anyway…
Her name was Alice. (Well, actually it wasn’t, but that’s what I’m going to call her.)
Gf did something sorta femdom ish, and I want to slowly introduce her to bdsm stuff.
My gf was giving me a handjob recently, and things were getting passionate, she was talking dirty and did this thing where she counted down from 5 and told me to cum when she reaches 1. So sexy to hear her do this, and I came so hard a few moments after she got to 1. I don’t think she meant the femdom nature of doing something like this, maybe she did a little but not in the same way I did.
I was having thoughts as tho she owned me and I was lucky enough to be touched with a specific time I’d be allowed pleasure before she stopped. So one thing is she kept going, so this was kind of more gentle femdom haha. But I’m wondering how to tell her that I experienced it that way? Or if I should even mention it, but perhaps suggest we do something similar in the future? Fee like I want to do more stuff like that but Indont want to scare her away.
Thank you!
Drive to Succeed part 1 [M/f, BDSM, CNC, blackmail, TPE, #timebombchallenge]
The waistband on my backpack was digging into my skin, and the pitter-patter of my leather boots made a satisfying sound on the wet, cobbled side streets of Eindhoven. On my left I saw the train tracks by which I had arrived, and on my right I saw what looked like residential houses. I shone my flashlight into the brushes once more. It should be here somewhere… I checked my phone’s GPS and sure enough, I was supposed to be be right on the drive. I looked around again, this time really focusing.
I was looking for a bright red USB stick, about the size of my thumb, in a small, sealed plastic bag. An intricate puzzle full of cryptography, red herrings and banging my head against the wall had led me here, to this spot. And now, I couldn’t find it. Had someone been here before me? I didn’t think so, nobody had said anything about being as far as I was on the Discord server…
New Life As A Lewd Futanari Succubus (CH 59-61) [Futanari][Futa/Female][Futa/Futa]
**Synopsis:** An old man dies, torn by regret. Due to his high karma, he has “near-limitless possibilities for reincarnation”. He chooses to reincarnate in a fantasy world as a voluptuous futanari succubus with big tits and an irresistible smile.
Erotic fiction that contains: Futanari/Dickgirls, Genderbending, Futa on Female, BDSM, Nymphos, Masochistic characters, Threesomes, Orgies, Facefuck, Deepthroat, Dom/Sub, Taken by Monsters, Corruption, Game elements, etc.
## 59: You can’t cum yet! (18++)
With her cock buried deep down Beatrice’s throat, Olivia’s pleasure skyrocketed to the inevitable crescendo. The succubus had succeeded in achieving what Olivia desired. Nothing else existed—only Olivia’s throbbing girl-cock, massaged by the highly enthusiastic tongue and throat muscles of a Sex Demon.
“Ohhhhh—” Olivia gasped, unable to control herself and at the mercy of Beatrice’s eager mouth. A tingle ran from her shaft to her asshole. She knew that she was close. Somewhere far in the back of her mind Olivia did not want it to end so quickly, and yet she could not wait for her climax, eagerly anticipating the blissful surge that came the last time cum rushed through her magical organ. In fact, the thought of cumming deep down the succubus’s mouth enticed Olivia further.
Luna in the woods pt 1
Luna and Mason hiked from their ranch home, deep into the red wood forest that filled more than 200 acres of their property. Though, the red woods were already dense on the property when they bought it, they planted hundreds more spanning outwards from the center of the property where their ranch is located. The Blythe Reserve is a registered nature reserve and is protected from hunting, however, it’s not open to the public. Every month, Luna and Mason spend a few weekends camping in different places throughout the property to monitor the animal population. This weekend they are hiking to the densest part of the forest, many miles from their home. The whole hike takes about 2 hours on foot but they use an atv as far as the terrain will allow and then walk the last few miles, making the trip about 45 minutes one way. Now that they’ve arrived in the clearing they use to camp, they pitch their tent and start a fire. This area is always perfect for camping because there is a small stream that runs through it, and the canopy from the tall trees provide some shelter from the rain. This time of year it’s cold so, Mason decided to go collect firewood while Luna unpacks their bed.
“I’ll be back in about an hour.” Mason said to his wife as he leaned down to kiss the top of her white-blonde hair. “Okay, baby.” She replied as she hugged him around his abdomen.
Mason runs the ranch during week days so he’s tan and rugged with his dark curly hair, thick beard and broad shoulders. Physical labor has given him firm muscles but he never gets big and bulky. Covered in tattoos from his neck to his hips, and standing at 6’ 7”, he towers over his spouse, and intimidates most people that don’t know him. Mason has a deep voice, but it’s kind and his eyes are dark, making him hard to read.
Luna is a small woman standing around 5’3”. She is petite and curvy with blue eyes and blonde hair.
Mason left the tent and walked off into the woods in search of kindling. Luna unstrapped and rolled out the down futon mattress that they use for camping. She began to set out the pillows and blankets when somebody crawled into the tent and grabbed her from behind, placing tape over her mouth before she could scream. Mason and Luna spent a lot of time doing physical hobbies together such as martial arts and archery. She was far from defenseless, but her attacker was easily able to counter her attempts at defense. She soon found her self with her arms pinned to her chest and a hand around her throat. Her assailant pulled her closer, pressing their body, against her back. She was still struggling against them, when she heard a familiar voice. “Don’t fucking resist me. All right.” Mason stated firmly as he kissed her cheek. “Yes.” Luna tried to reply through duct tape. “Yes?” Mason asked as he grabbed a handful of her hair and turned her to face him. Without letting go, he asked “Are you trying to trying to say yes sir?” Luna nodded in agreement and he took her coat off, throwing it to the side. He leaned down and growled “good girl” into her ear, while retrieving the bondage rope from his coat pocket. He kissed Luna furiously and then let her go. “Cross your arms over your chest.” He instructed her, and she obeyed. He took the tape off of her mouth, and began to tie the rope around her back and torso in a web like shape. While he was tying the rope, he said “You are about to experience something new my darling. Do you trust me?”
“Of course I do.” She replied. He smiled at her as he finished tying his intricate trap and bound her wrists to her abdomen, under her breasts. “Mmmm, you’re such a good girl, now stand up.” He sighed as he pulled out more rope. He unlaced her boots and gently lifted her legs to remove them. Mason tied Luna’s ankles together, placing the rope under her pants, and over her socks. He stood on his knees and looked her in the eye “How much do you trust me?” He smirked. Luna stammered for an answer while he placed a blindfold over her eyes. She was trying to quantify her feelings for her master and husband. So she was distracted when he placed the bit gag in her mouth. “Ssshh.” He said while he secured the strap on the back of her head. “I don’t expect you to have an answer for that. But I do expect that I’ll have my answer in a bit.” Mason stood up and wrapped one hand around the rope on her ribs and placed the other one in the front of her jeans. “Do you remember your safety signals?” He asked in a low voice. “Mmmhmm” she nodded. “Perfect.” He said. Then, in one swift motion, he used his leg to pull hers out from under her so that she was falling backwards. Except, she didn’t fall. He caught her and lowered her on to the bed. He took off his coat and set up a camera to record what he was about to do his wife. They’d been married for 15 years, but he’d only been her dom for about half of that. Somewhere along the way she admitted that she’s into being dominated and they discovered BDSM together. The camera was new, he wanted her to see it later.
He laid down next to her and spent some time feeling her body in appreciation. After some time he asked “Are you attached to this outfit?” Luna shrugged. “Can you replace it?” He asked. She nodded yes and he rolled on top of her. Straddling her legs. “Don’t move.” he instructed her. Mason pulled out a large hunting knife and used to it impale the chest of Luna’s top, and ripped it open to expose her under shirt. Frustrated with her choice to layer her clothes he cut the straps off her shirt and bra and pulled them aside, exposing her breasts. He smiled with satisfaction as he reached out to grope them with his free hand. Luna sighed with relief when the knife she couldn’t see was no longer against her skin. She trusts Mason with everything, but cold steel against your chest is a lot more intimidating when you can’t move or see. Mason crawled backwards, towards her feet. Pausing, to unbutton her jeans and take them down with him. Of course, he couldn’t take them off with her ankles tied, so he cut them off too.
Despite their 15 years together, Luna was feeling self conscious as she lay there. Exposed and vulnerable, wearing lavender cotton underwear, she couldn’t help feeling the opposite of sexy because she had chosen clothes for the day based on their warmth. She always dresses up for a scene, it gives her confidence. And he always tells her she could “wear saddle blankets and baling twine and still be gorgeous”. At that moment Luna grew suspicious of her master’s intentions. She was concerned this was about her lack of self esteem and working on it in some way. That subject always makes her uncomfortable, and he knows that. For 15 years he’s tried to make her say something nice about herself and for more than 15 years she’s been unable to like herself. Luna briefly considered ending the scene but she didn’t want to transition into aftercare. Dealing with that would be worse than whatever’s about to happen, not because Mason would be mean or abusive, he would want to know what she needs and how to help. Luna wasn’t capable of identifying that to herself right now, let alone him.
She was lost in thought for a moment and was surprised when the kisses on her legs had moved to her inner thighs. After a few seconds, they stopped. She felt his knife against her hip.
“I like to believe that I know you pretty well. So, I’m guessing that you are not feeling very comfortable laying here, with no control over how you look to me right now.” He said in a soft voice while he cut the sides of her panties and ripped them away from her body. She hated how right he was but she mumbled in agreement around the bit in her mouth.
“Thank you, for telling me the truth. But, I want you to relax. So, you are going to wear these ear buds. They’re playing your playlist for… these occasions. If you get cold, thirsty, uncomfortable, sad, whatever you need, use your hand signals. I’ll be watching.” He said ashe placed them in her ears. She didn’t understand what he meant when he said he’d be watching. Though, she felt excitement travel up her spine when she thought about the possibilities. For a few moments it was so calm, she wondered if she was alone and then she felt her husband slide his head between her thighs and lick her. He sucked on her clitoris until she was biting her gag and shaking.
Luna was not prepared for what happened next.