“Is this the place for Umm..” Dian check just to make sure she got it right. “..In the Bedroom with Jax?” “Yeh” said a deep voice “this is it” Dave checked out that hottie who just came through the door. “It seems there is only standing room butt baby have I got a seat for you” leaning back so his rock hard cock could be seen a lot better. Gripping it by the base as it’s head swelled up, “Cum on baby have a seat.”
“Jeff, Jeff your naughty time has cum” Angie said. Sticking her head into the hoard of people. Closing the door, placing her back to the glass, “My fuck there is only standing room out there. I guess a free fuck was a little much” grinning as she walked back to her position behind Clarissa. Whispering in her ear as Angie walked by, “You should see the look on your face, priceless.”
“Hi ladies this is Jeff cuming all over your screen. Nice office nothing butt a fuck mat! I could get used to that especially with a hottie like you” not even waiting for the first question as his tongue found it’s mark. “Oh Jeff.. this, this isn’t a.. Ohh fuckkk” Clarissa hips wanted to buck as he pressed his mouth into her ass. Hooking his tongue as it glided down over Clarissa pussy. Catching a glimpse of what Clarissa had on her screen, “Oh yeh bounce those titties” his tongue torpedoing into her asshole. “Jeff.. Oh my.. my.. Mmm fuckkk” Clarissa raking the floor as his tongue made her cunt explode. Stroking himself as the scene played on. “Oh fuck man I definitely could get used to this” angling his head so his tongue lashed out at Clarissa’s unsupecting clit. “Squirter, Mmm now I know the reason why the boss hired you” pulling her back to her knees. Spreading dat ass, “Yes, yes, yes I want you to cum.. hard” once again spiraling his tongue deep in Clarissa’s asshole. Jumping from asshole to pussy in a instant. A hard lick starting just above her clit, pressing over, through Clarissa’s limit then burying itself back in her wet slit. The bucking started long before his final plunge. Her hips didn’t care about what he said just for that tongue which he was very good with. Clarissa’s lungs couldn’t even get in a full breath as her stomach spasmed causing her to moan. “Ooooh yesss.. I, I.. OooohOooohOooohOoooh..” Clarissa had finally drug her nails back to her side. “Ohh.. Ooo Ooooh.. OooohOooohOooohOoooh” was her last moan as the next orgasm stole the last bit of air from her lungs. Clarissa’s pussy as wet as it was still had to cum. Arching her back, dragging her triple S’s over the sex mat. “Ooo.. Ooo.. Ooooh.. … …. ….. OooOoooOoooo” letting loose a flood of cum that rivaled the best porn squirting star, Gem. The screen went blank as Clarissa’s orgasm took a pause to recoil. “Hey what ever happened to.., Uhh didn’t see you standing there there is enough lick for you too” Jeff said so close to spewing his load. “Thank you, you freak now get out!” The red faced Angie said it all. “Okay, I will be expecting a second interporn let’s say tomorrow” slipping through the door before a Sexxee to go cup dumped it’s liquid all over the door. “I can lick you better, so why do you stand for that.. ok lay for that” Angie was getting a major turn on simply by the way Clarissa was positioned. “I could, Ah, like finish you off my Slut” licking her lips, her hand already on the way to giving herself a orgasm. The computer screen flashed on the same as Angie. Watching as Gem was being tongued in the same position as Clarissa. The only difference Angie had Clarissa’s twins to fondle.
Tag: BDSM
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“One advantage of being a lesbian, Mmm” Clarissa shaking off the final night of week of clubs and a large percentage of alcohol. Trying to remember which girlfriend had the triple D’s, “Should I say something or..” Clarissa was thinking butt the blue eyes where staring down at her. “Are we feeling better” Amanda asked before waving out. Closing her eyes for fear of being stuck with the hangover from hell. “I have.. Ooo fuckkk..” Clarissa not expecting to wake up in a Professor’s apartment much less a professor that she just meet. “I find the (licking Clarissa’s inner thigh) best cure for (kiss her clit) a hang over is sex” delving into her hot wet pussy. “Butt.. butt.. Ooo Ooooh OooohOooohOooohOoooh” the two butts where the first argument that she lost in a long time. “Give me time, Love your booty will be Mmm attended too” biting that where the leg end and her shapely ass begins. Feeling the rush of the on cuming orgasm, feeling the need to squirt all hit at once. “I’m going to..” the last words as her pussy erupted. Spewing her cum all in Amanda’s mouth while her orgasm rumbled through her very soul. Finally opening her eyes, seeing red hair splayed around her legs. Clarissa’s heart just skipped a beat. “Amanda.. (this was supposed to be a question)” the next orgasm was ramping up before her first settled down. “Ooh fuck this.. this feels so gOoooh OooohOooohOooohOoooh” releasing the hold she had on Amanda’s head as her upper body came off the queen bed. “Ooooh shit” latching onto the one thing that she recognized her legs. Bringing her legs back till she could not pull any further, scrunching up her triple S’s. “Fuck me.. fuck fuck fuckkk Mmm.. Ooo Mmm fuck” as Amanda shifted her tongue. Not having time to worn as the most devastating orgasm crashed against her clit sending a shower of cum spraying out. Watching in slow motion as her cum crested her tits butt this made Amanda go deeper. Deeper anally! “Ooo fuckkking yesssssssss (her asshole clamped down again as the next orgasm piggy backed on the last one) Mmmmmmmmm cuMmm..” closing her eyes simply for the pure enjoyment of it.
Hearing the pan sizzle, stretching out her legs to the cumfort of a well slept in bed. “Morning morning Pixel” slowly opening her eye. “No Pixel? Where am I?” Clarissa wondered. “Good morning sexy, I’m fixing us breakfast” the soothing voice drifted in. “That voice? Could it be..” Clarissa vision was swimming.
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“Last complex” checking over her shoulder. “Alison you are one fine chick. Now let me see what is the sorority.. Mmm” smiling to herself “Pie Beta Pie the wayward home for lesbow with no boy in sight!” Up lifting her short dew just to make sure that it felt right, readjusting her tits, “Cuz the perkier the more you’ll sell.” As Alison approached the complex she caught her reflection off a window, “Fuck girl I’d fuck you” smacking her ass as she ascended the stairs. Tits bouncing in perfect cadence with each step up she took. Looking down the hall before she took on the top floor, “Twenty sex doors minus two for the backdoor (running her hand down her crack, feeling her hungry asshole), not yet you poor thing (a quick spank made it recoil till later). Now to make every room by (looking at her notes) Dual Hole.. Na, In the Bedroom with Jax (scribbling down her next suggested title), twenty four complexes twenty three new names” giggling as she stuffed the scrap of paper in her pocket. “I hope I get a better position then this like the Jax licker” shivering as she knocked on the first door.
“Last apartment (still feeling on top of her game) all I need is on last sell and I might as well run this news paper” checking to her left and right, “Sexty two apartments, sexty sells one no and one if I cum (the feeling of not cuming has taken it toll on Alison) back later I’ll have their answer” doing her little happy dance, “Now let’s make this one a sweep so I’ll have eighty four confirmed and one more for later.” Knocking on the door. “Hello, I am selling In the Bedroom with Jax (going from cradling her tits to squeezing them together) and I was wondering if Jax would like your bedroom?” A sure fire way to get into the apartment. “The open door, yes.. know don’t blow her yet! Dam such a hot little thing long hair, petite frame and some honking hooters!! Shit I think I just came..” ran through Alison’s mind. Sitting down on the bed as she gazed across the covers to her last prospect. “If you don’t mind me saying I bet you have been featured by Jax several times. Just look at your hot bod and you know that Jax meets each and every one of her play pal’s (fuck I just can’t wait (scooting a little closer with each word).. I’m no lesbian butt I would fuck her in a instant)” finally close enough so Alison could seize the opportunity. Laying her hand over this hot little body’s hand, trying to keep her legs crossed or break down and personal masturbate till she was a cuming mess. “I hope I’m not being to forward butt..” “This is it! Kiss her” raced through her mind. Alison swore that she was no lesbow butt a little bi would not hurt after all everybody experiments in college? Leaning in lips ready.. The first touch electricity sparked Alison’s naughty side to bare it’s sexy head butt this kiss, “I’m cuming right now on this hotties bed with no rhymes or..” once again naughty thoughts raced through Alison’s mind even as she was touching this hotties triple S’s. Groping was just the first step. When Alison’s lips broke the kiss just to resume with tongue didn’t seem so bad butt tongue on nipple! “What the fuck are you doing Alison! This is a future client and you getting off on her tits!” Was all Alison could think about while her lips and tongue sucked and battered this hotties areola and nip. “You should be punished! Wait did that cum out?” Alison’s voiced her opinion followed by a voice in her head. The landing of a spank sent tremors to her head. Biting the cumforter with a low growl, “Please don’t let this.. Oh fuckkk I’m cuming” slipped out at the last second. Her breathing was getting erratic, “It’s okay to cum butt just don’t let me..” the strike of a hand, the tickle of a tongue. The roar of a long over due orgasm rocked Alison’s world. “It’s okay you can still talk..” she thought before trying to speak. “No.. stop.. stop Ooo.. Ooooh (her hips bucking as another orgasm was being cycled in her chamber) yes.. please, Oh Ooo Ooooh please..” gripping the cumforter as she bite into it. The tongue teased her asshole, torturing her body further as the next orgasm ripped through her soul. “No, yes, no, yesss.. yesssssssss” loosing this argument with herself as the next one came in like a wet train, drenching everything Alison held dear. The feel of fingers dragging along the sides, her sides. As each finger traced her ribs till they could not trace any more. “Oh shit!” Biting on the cumforter as her own spit soaked in a wet spot. The pull of her hips as the tongue flicked her clit. The snapping, the clicking of everything she thought she knew was gone in that moment. “Oh yes.. cum.. now OooohOooohOooohOoooh” moaning her last wish as the cum gates opened. Flooding the tongue as it drove it’s way so deep into her pussy. The silence came next, a moan so high frequency that no sound would ever be heard. Her back bowing down to the cumforter, her tits small as they maybe drug over as her head arched to the moon as a silent howl broke her image. Panting, “How could.. (shivering as the aftershock’s hit her core) do that too.. me, with me, for me?” Not waiting for a answer Alison stumbled out into the hall, “Apartment sexty nine (this time shaking for the time she, Alison, enjoyed for the first time in this lesbow dorm) you will be getting a subscription free from me to Ooooh” quickly slapping her hand over her mouth for fear of what else might cum out. Turning for the door, her steps could not carry her quick enough. Bulldozing past John the paper delivery boy and salesmen for Beaver Rewards. “Ha, even they don’t want you” he laughed, “Now let a real salesman show you how it is done!”
[Str8][cuck] I am my mother’s pride: An Asian’s woman journey towards the arms of a white man – Part 4.
Hi guys! Part 4 is here, I wanted to clean it up a bit before publishing it. Part 5 will most likely be the last one based on true stories, with part 6 being mostly fictional.
Part 1: [Str8][cuck] I am my mother’s pride: An Asian’s woman journey towards the arms of a white man – Part 1.
Part 2:[Str8][cuck] I am my mother’s pride: An Asian’s woman journey towards the arms of a white man – Part 2.
Part 3: [Str8][cuck] I am my mother’s pride: An Asian’s woman journey towards the arms of a white man – Part 3.
Part 4: You are here
Part 5: Coming soon
Part 6: Coming soon
###Part 4
####Texas
######New Year Same Me
Everything is going great, I’ve got a great routine going: work on weekdays during the day, Adam on Thursday nights, James/Friends on the weekend. James had also just finished his MBA classes in December so it was a great time to celebrate the New Year! We drove to Vegas with friends on Friday of the NYE’s weekend and spent the weekend down there celebrating James’ MBA, our friend’s engagement, and the New Year! I was excited for the next year with James having more free time!
A Few Days in Fucktoy School: Chapter III (repost with correct tags) [FM-sorta] [line writing] [Freeuse] [D/S][Schoolgirl outfit][bdsm]
“I’m a simple fucktoy and nothing more.”
“I’m a simple fucktoy and nothing more.”
“I’m a simple fucktoy and nothing more.”
Hundreds of students in various states of undress depending on their status in the school, wrote that over and over and over again during lunch hour. There was a great hall with hundreds of chalkboards in it, and the students wrote that to reinforce it in the brain.
“This shouldn’t just be your calling,” the head mistress screamed. “This should be your religion.” God I loved those beautiful plump lipstick lips of hers, Cindy (the 23rd one), thought as she scrawled over and over again.
“You love your owner, be they a man or woman, and devote your entire mind, body, and soul to that person.” The Headmistress was the one who I delegated most tasks too, as I had the much more important job of keeping all the head teachers in line. I mean, can you imagine the all the estrogen and testosterone in this school? It’s amazing people aren’t fighting as much as they’re fucking. Well, not nearly as much.
Tara’s training diary – Day Two, by Kay Callovan [fantasy, light BDSM, submissive, FM, anal, free use]
**Day Two**
The morning bell woke me. Though I knew at once where I was, it took a few moments to work out what was happening and what was expected from me. My head was foggy from sleep, and I couldn’t yet recall what we were supposed to do other than vacate our beds. I nearly stood up as I rolled off mine, but luckily I remembered just in time that standing was strictly forbidden. Instead, I crouched next to my bed. “Present yourselves, properly!” our guard yelled. He was staring angrily at me, though I’m sure the other inmates were as befuddled as myself. He then reminded us ‘properly’ meant kneeling by the iron bars at the front of our cages with our knees six inches apart and our hands held behind our heads.
“It’s not my work to tell you lot what to do, only to make sure you all do it,” the guard bellowed. He walked along the row of cages glaring at our naked bodies. When he started banging his paddled against the bars, I was worried he might start hitting us with it. He was right, of course – our two instructrixes had drilled us on our morning routine last night. But to be fair to us, it usually takes time for such things to become second nature.
A Love Like No Other [MF]
This is not your typical tale of exceptionally detailed sexcapades. But I just have so much emotion going thru me right now .. That I had to put this down. Hope you can appreciate it.
I’ve told stories of me and Maria in the past (yes they’ve been deleted) but I’ve reconnected with this subreddit and wanted to share. We have been intimate with each other for 3 decades. I will ultimately tell the story of our last time together…but will give you some background first.
Maria and I (44M) met when we were 16 and in high school . I was the athlete . She was a cheerleader. We drank beers on the weekend and partied like every high school couple. I loved her. She loved me. We lost our virginity to each other and remained together until I went off to university (late 90’s) the following year. In school we agreed that we loved each other (to this day .. 25years later.. i have never met another woman like her) but that logistics and distance would prevent us from being exclusive.
Poetry & Blood Part 12.5 [FF] [BDSM] [Vampire] [Mind Control]
**Chapter 12.5: The Poet’s Kiss**
**Abby**
The sound of paper sliding over the floor woke Abby up. Her heart fluttered as she caught sight of it, the pale paper catching the moonlight. She was up before she could think better. She never questioned how she got into the bed or how the time had passed. All doubts and thoughts floated away at the sight of another message from her mystery poet.
She held up the page. It was a single line written in a strange, thick, and dark red ink: “Find me in the orchard.”
Abby didn’t hesitate. She had a thousand questions for this poet, and this was the first chance to find out who she was and what she wanted. Abby put on some clothes: dark jeans, a tank top, a cardigan, and some simple boots, and headed outside the house. She wasn’t sure what the rules were, but surely she was allowed to leave her room at night, right? This wasn’t a dorm room, and though Miss K was some combination of landlord and employer, she couldn’t be against people leaving their room, right?
Poetry & Blood Part 12 [FF] [BDSM] [Mind Control] [Vampire]
**Chapter 12: The Poet’s Kiss**
**Abby**
Abby held her breath as she heard paper sliding under her door. She closed her laptop and scampered over to find an unfortunate stack of papers from Miss K. Abby sighed and bent down, picking up the stack and taking them to her desk. She’d hoped it would be from her pen pal, but no. They were Miss K’s manuscript, covered in red ink already from the mysterious Laura that the staff occasionally whispered about. Whenever they caught Abby listening, they clammed up and got back to work. Silently.
So far Abby had figured out that Laura was another copy editor. She had seen her before. She was in the … uh … Muse Sessions … with Miss K and the other women for a while. Abby didn’t get a good look at her though. She never talked to anyone during a session. Honestly, she did her best to avoid eye contact with everyone involved. She averted her eyes while she read, often using the book of Marcilla’s poetry to block the sight of what the women did to each other, though she could never block it out entirely. She couldn’t stop seeing the occasional flash of bare flesh. She couldn’t stop the sound. You wouldn’t believe how much sound the body makes during sex, even with the mouth closed, but once they started speaking or moaning, it was a cacophony of pleasure.
Tara’s Training Diary – Day One, by Callovan [fantasy, light BDSM, FF]
*Day One*
Well, I’m here at last in the Abbey! Arrived around nine this morning – one of the Abbey’s instructrixes brought me here. I left Master Halyard’s house only wearing a simple translucent slip and a pair of soft shoes and nothing else – no stockings, knickers or bra. I wore no bracelets or anklets, nor rings on my fingers, let alone on my toes. Before leaving, I was also commanded to remove my nose ring, earrings and nipple rings, and I was told not to put on makeup and leave my hair hanging loose and unadorned. The instructrix led me through the streets by a cord tied around my wrists. Though the locals are certainly familiar with such sights, it didn’t mean I wasn’t myself feeling self-conscious – I’d even go as far as saying I was feeling as timid as a wee mousie. Those who saw me in the street smiled, but I couldn’t bring myself to look them in the eye. Thankfully, there weren’t that many folks about this morning to see me.