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[MMF] My wife and I got ourselves into a bisexual threesome with my best friend last night.

**[Intro — A few months ago; the events that lead up to last night.]**

My wife and I are both sexual people, and we have recently been stepping it up by going out to BDSM clubs, trying different fetish’s out, and opening up our lives to our friends. We finally convinced my best friend to go out to a club with us to see if he liked it because he had just broken up with his fiance who wasn’t open minded to this side of sexuality.

We all had a great time, and while we didn’t have any intentions on fooling around with my best friend necessarily that evening; things did end up getting hot and heavy between me and my wife on the balcony of the nightclub in downtown Tampa. We discussed that “one time” we decided to have a threesome with my best friend many years ago that we haven’t brought up often since it happened. I don’t recall the conversation now, but I do recall to it leading into a proposition to my best friend if he would be okay if I got a hand job on the ride back while my wife drove. Read more »

WET DREAMS UNIVERSITY 37 The Opposing Cock Dream Master (FF MF MFF MFM ANAL BDSM BONDAGE SOLO TOYS)

A knock at the door
“Now who would be knocking? Cum in” looking up from her digital notebook. “Alright I’ll answer the door” said the perky Clarissa still wearing the slut collar that was given to her by Angie. Springing open the door expecting to surprise the little pervert that was responsible for the knock. “Yes..” starting at nothing butt falling paper. “Now what this” Clarissa said with curiosity bending down to gather the small ticket sized piece of paper. “Wow, I totally forgot about the local team for (examining the ticket to confirm which sport it was) Humpee? I remember the pilot saying (closing the door while fantasizing about having a Humpee player if only for one night) something about this.. tonight Ohmigoddess, what do I have to wear” Clarissa tore herself away from her latest story of sex and intrigue. Staring at her side of the closet and seeing nothing, “Mmm.. if I wear (her roommates side had something that just caught her eye).. if I wear (nipples get super hard) that with this (pussy getting super wet) then I would say..” letting the rest of the sentence go.
Sex minutes later
“My fuck if I can’t score a hockey player with this then.. Dam girl you look fucking hot” a woman was standing in front of Clarissa, with thigh high stockings, a short miniskirt and a form fitting top that was cut out in all the right locations. “Mmm, perfect.. thanks Pixel for the skirt and stilettos” slipping into the shoes for a final check. “Fuck yea (slapping her jugs as her pussy started to drip) I look so fucking hot, even the black leather shows off my ivory skin (teasing her clit) just purrfect (seeing the tip of her hard clit in the mirror)” Clarissa for once was proud to have triple S’s to help her get a stud tonight.
Steading her gut as she approached the crowded arena, “I have nothing to be scarred of, everybody is wearing the same thing (cracking a smile) well not exactly the same thing” catching her reflection off of the bus windows. Finding her seat was an easy task, “Yep everybody is up getting drinks and loaded on snacks.. and.. and.. why not” her gaze was locked on the Hooter’s Beer Shack.
“Welcum to the opening night of Humpee, this is the king of all sports out there! From the gutters to the rafters are the fan ready to see there home team! The Pink Sand Rack! Leading this team is one tough broad Missy Killer (the fan raised the roof), your naughty goalie is Marty Chest Banger, the attacker are Feel Up Yalonda and Dirty Danni with the defenders Jack Off Jill and Betty Bye. Now for the visitors..” the fans raised the roof where even the announcer’s voice was muted out. “Well from the score board it’s the Bouncing Booty from.. Mmm I’ll just have to explore there locker room” Clarissa’s pussy was getting wet again as she tipped the last drops of beer down her throat. “Gotta go get me another one” feeling the buzz butt still able to walk a straight line. “Okay got me a double.. maybe I should have allowed him to give me a triple like he wanted (glancing at her triples) to, will be back for sure” Clarissa had already made plans for that one chance in a thousand that she could not score with a hockey (goalie, for sure) player. “In 13 seconds the first run at the net! Missy Killer, she shoo.. it’s a pass to Dirty Danni, it ripples at the goal tender. Maple is being double teamed will his cock bat back Dirty Danni’s booty after getting a mouth full of the Killers muff. He spanks it away as the girls race up the other end” the announcer continued to call the plays. “Mmm, that goalie looks like he can spank pretty good” Clarissa’s ass remembering the firm hand making it ripple. “Ahh yes I will go to get a interporn at the end of this..” Clarissa being startled back to reality. “..They scored! Can you believe it Missy Killer with Jack Off Jill managed to sneak one under Maple’s nuts! That is worth a re-play (the fans all starred up at the score board) whata say Mickie” one announcer finished (from the sounds of it a seasoned gentleman with a loud voice). “Mmm, Mickie now that sounds like a burley dude’s name” Clarissa quickly jotted it down on her digital notebook. “Your right Bob that was one sneaky way to play it with Jack Off Jill butt they found a way to slip it past to make it one ta’ zip..” Mickie continued to critique the goal. “Fuck never thought a girl would be up.. I’m horny.. there with a dude, and not getting fucked” Clarissa continued to watch as each team had their shots at the goal butt so far only one point. “One last spank shot which is deflected and the play clock winds down to nothing. Looks like we have our first orgasm winner! That hot chick who can do me anytime, (a shot of Clarissa’s triple S’s was prominently displayed on the titty cam) if the young lady who those big tits belong to would go to Hooter’s Beer Shack for your free beer and feel up. Zero to one goes in the record book of Pink Sand Rack..” Mickie kept on going butt Clarissa let the last amber droplet run down her tongue as she made her way back to the beer shack to get her free beer.
“Yes ma’am a triple cuming all over your triples” kept echoing in her head. That and the pleasure of a male tongue (you can definitely tell the difference, with a guy it wide and if he is any good he will eat till he is satisfied not till this woman tells him to fuck me) eating her freshly waxed pussy, “Ooo yes Ooooh (stomach doubling up) Ooooh fuckkk (Oh shit I’m fucking cuming my brains out) Ooooh OooohOooohOooohOoooh (okay this is not funny only women can get you to cum so fast) OooohOooohOooohOoooh yesssssssss..” Clarissa moaned. Reaching between her legs, feeling his short hair (something is wrong.. I thought that dude at the airport had long hair), “Ooooh fuckkking yesss please.. Oh fuckkk pleas.. OooohOooohOooohOoooh..” pulling on his hair, she didn’t care, Clarissa needed his cock in her tight pussy, her wet tight fucking cunt. “I neeeee.. Ooooh (fuck he can eat pussy so fucking good) Ooooh yes yesss yesssssssss OooohOooohOooohOoooh” through all her efforts she could not get him to budge, it didn’t matter how many times she creamed on his tongue, came cuz his teeth attacked her clit at the right moment. “Pleasssss.. (this is it he is moving, keep my eyes closed till after the initial orgasms pass) ple… … … OooohOooohOooohOoooh OooohOooohOooohOoooh yesssssssss (Oh my fuck he is sucking on my tits, I’m gonna cum again) OooohOooohOooohOoooh..” Clarissa moaned, having her legs wrapped around his, her arms interweaved around his body. Going from nail dragging orgasms to sheet ripping climaxing, “(he is perfect, okay now to open my eyes).. …” “I was surprised when you started hitting on me butt who am I to deny a chick that is clearly in the need of a few hands, ha, even a mouth” Maple grinned.

Repost WET DREAMS UNIVERSITY 4 Journalism 1+1 Dream Master (FF MF MFF MFM ANAL BDSM BONDAGE SOLO TOYS)

“Good morning class this is Journalism 101, or as I like to call it 1+1. In this class you will get the taste (the teacher licked her lips) of one on one interviews both in and out of the bedroom.” Looking around the class, “I see that there is a fair verity of (sucking on the back end of her pencil) ethnicities to interview” this whole time Mrs. Donavon was playing with her pussy. Watching more than the students attention to her, seeing which ones who will be dropping out, which ones have the longest thickest cocks, even a few of the female students where getting off watching the teacher. “First question! Who is straight, which one of you is.. (letting the innuendo translate it’s self) and who will do me just to pass this class?” This was the first question of Journalism 1+1 and it happened with in the first minutes of class. The class sorted it self with only one student still sitting in her seat, Clarissa. “Very good we have the straight, the gay and the I will fuck your brains out for a passing grade.. then we have one who is on the fence. Stand so the class can get a good look at you (Clarissa nervously stood). Class each of your team’s will have to ask this student (pointing directly at Clarissa) anything you can think of butt remember one question (taking a pause to let this sink in) then this student will ask your group a question back. Sounds fair right.. butt that’s not all I want a paper on today’s interview posted by.. let’s say one hour from now” Mrs. Donavon finished pointing to the I’ll fuck you for a passing grade group.
After a short discussion the quad looked at Clarissa, “Where did you get those suffocating clothes, with out ventilation for your pussy and tits how are we supposed to take you seriously” the speaker finished, he was a jock through and through. “Answer” came the directive from the teacher. “My side of the pond does not yet embrace your openness that your clothes show” a valid question along with a valid answer. “Question” came the directive once again. “Three guys and one girl, which one of you is going to get lucky?”
“Well I never.. (looking at the one female and instantly getting rock hard) thought about you lick that (her eyes flashed to his cock)” he was stroking his cock while she was forced to her knees. Surrounded by cock, she shuttered as her fingers passed her clit. Taking the speaker first while the other two tagged teamed her tits. Pinching, pulling, twisting her nipples as her hungry mouth swallowed the jock with ease. “Mmm Mmm.. Ohh fuckkk” reaching for another cock. “OooohMmmmMmmmMmmm..” her hand was soaked by her orgasm. Jerking off the second dude with her mouth, having more ferocity to suck him off then the jock. A slap to her ass, the hard grip as her pale skin turn a tint of red, “Oh fuck man I can’t wait” the third said pulling her into a doggy position. “Oh fuck man (his cock was ripe and ready to bang away at her swollen lips. “Fuck you dude. Man on you back if you want that cunt cuz I’m going to peg dat ass” the jock gave the third student a menacing glare. Pulling her on top of him, pushing her down on his cock, “Fuckkk (slapping her ass before holding it open for the jock) Mmm you are so fucking tight” if the compliment was necessary. The jocks cock was as hard as ever, licking his hand then smearing his spit on his shaft. “Now we’ll see.. Ohh my fuck girl (her asshole being extremely tight with another cock banging away at her pussy).. Ooo Ooo yes yesss.. Ooooh yesssssssss” her asshole gobbled up his cock as the biggest orgasm she has ever had hit with a vengeance. Slamming her ass back while the lucky dude who was getting a blow job stuffed his cock deep in her throat. Gripping her tits, thrusting her back, pushing her forward until the ultimate tri-orgasm. “Ohh fuck I’m..” “Ooo Ooo fuckkk Ooooh OooohOooohOooohOoooh..” “Fuck fuckkk Mmmm.. Ooooh yes Ooooh yesss..” Echoed throughout the class room totally drowning out the female.. butt there was one other female who was not apart of the I’ll fuck you to get a passing grade. “Mmmmmmmmm Mmmmmmmmm.. (eyes closed, head back, mouth sealed butt still the moaning came through)” Mrs. Donavon was having her second orgasm of the morning.

Her Submission story (in progress), [bdsm][submission] [fictions]

Some notes: this is a fictional story I had began a number of years ago. Thought it was lost and recently discovered it. Possibly going to re-write, edit, transform but hoping some people enjoy / have feedback on its original form. Apologies for lack of edit / mistakes.
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She was home studying when he texted her with:

“Out doing a delivery near your place. You home alone?”

There’d been sparks immediately when they first met only a week before her wedding day. Not the same sparks she felt with her new husband, lustful sparks which were just enough to excite her and convince her to give him her phone number with the false premise of “being friends.”

“He’s at work. Just the house to myself while I finish off this essay” She replied. She remembered when they had caught up as “friends” after her shift at the pub one night. The inevitable happened. She ended up at his house after merely 3 wines on all fours while he slapped her ass, doggy styled her deep and called her a “little cheating slut” only a week after she returned from her Fijian honeymoon. He had a dominant personality and wasn’t afraid to treat her as though she was a groupie at a rock concert and that made her wetter than anyone before. Read more »

Your sub, treat them properly

THE SUB

One afternoon I was searching through the BDSM section of Reddit posts.

I chanced upon a girl with many questions about her present relationship and issues she was having with her Dom.

It’s not often when I would respond to a post.

Yet something in her words struck a chord within my heart.

Her so called Dom was pressing her into doing things that would have been detrimental to her ability to trust people in the future.

What ensued was a long series of conversations around her and my past and present relationships.

She was quite unhappy with the way things were going with her Dom and was trying to find a way out of her predicament.

Her needs were not being met by him and it appears that he had no clue that his attempt at being a Dom were in no way helpful to her growth and well being.

Even though there is a vast difference in our ages (I being the older of us.) I began to feel for her plight.

We have all been there, in relationships that don’t work, yet we feel reluctant to leave. Read more »

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Revenge

She liked him from the first time she had seen him.
He was her type.She could imagine the fun they both would have.
Just thinking about it was making her wet.
He told her he was in a sexless marriage and needed a way to get rid of his frustrations.
He had always fantasized about Bdsm .
Admitting he was more the submissive.
Perfect she thought.

After all she did not specify the nature of the “something new.”
She was more dominant.
Loved literally to have a man before her on his knees.

After having their drinks and talking about what she had planned for the night,they left.
In a taxi back to her place.
On opening her door they walked in.
It was then that she and her personality changed.
She told him to sit and wait.
He now wondering what he had let himself in for.
She returned a moment later .The same attire only higher heels.
In her hand she had cuffs.
Telling him to undress .He did just that.
Leading him to her bedroom.
She told him he would call her mistress .
Asking if he understood.
He replied. “yes mistress “.
She cuffed him to the bed posts ready to begin.
She could see he was hard.
Next she lit a candle and tilted it over his chest.
Letting the wax drip.
His look told her he was enjoying this.
She took his hard cock in her hand and began to slowly please him.
With out warning she dripped wax over his throbbing member.
He buckled on the bed .Begging her to stop. Read more »

The Test [BDSM, M/f, forced orgasm]

She was draped across his strong thighs, her stomach covering his lap, her breasts pinned beneath her and feeling the hardness in his pants. A compromising position, no doubt, to be bent over a man’s knee like nothing more than a rag doll, but one she could get used to despite the discomfort.

And oh… She moaned as his fingers sparked electricity on her skin. His hands caressed her naked body as if her skin was glass. Lighter than a feather, but enough to make her blood sing. Her breath began to come in heavier as she wondered what would befall her tonight. It didn’t feel as if he would be punishing her, making her suffer for his own pleasure as he knew she loved, but she knew him better.

Finally his touch made its way down her body to where she needed him most. She was on fire now, unable to remain still as she fell further under his spell. She felt his hot breath on her back as he teased her.

“What are you going to do to me?” Her words were a little breathier than she had hoped. He would need to teach her some self-control. Read more »

[M/f] [BDSM] Bound and Taken

Chest rising and falling, the tight pull of ropes around my wrists and ankles increased the fluttering sense of deep anticipation within my torso. Attempting to move and free myself, it quickly became clear there wasn’t any means of escape; a small (yet pleased) grunt slipping out unintentionally in response.

As if on queue, a low tutting sound from behind me signalled that there was another person present. Breath catching in my chest, I tilted by head in an instinctual reflex only to be met with a wash of blackness from the blindfold over my eyes obscuring the world.

“Well what do we have here?” a husky voice growled, the proximity closer than had been expected as a rough hand weaved into the base of my hair; yanking my face upwards inciting a cry of surprise. The cool surface of the ground against my bare skin was tipped away as my body became forced into an upwards kneeling position with a rough pull. *Fuck fuck fuck.*

A jolt of thrilling energy pulsed through me, a soft whimper escaping pressed lips as the rhythmic pounding of my heart threatened to overwhelm my eardrums. Foreboding and loud. Read more »

The secret chamber [FFM; BDSM; orgasm control; oral]

“Come on Celine!”, my best friend Elle bragged me, “you have been fucking him with your eyes the whole night. Go ask him!”

She was right, I was undressing him with my eyes all night. Him… Gus…

Gus was my secret, or probably not so secret crush for two months now. I didn’t really know much about him, I knew that he was 29 years old and was a regular at the night club we were in. He always wore black clothes, I had never seen him wear anything else. His black hair and very dark eyes made him even more intimidating. It was probably on purpose to seem unapproachable, as he was alone at the bar today again.

Just as this moment a tall blonde, very hot woman sat beside him, started flirting with him. But she didn’t even stay longer than 20 seconds before dashing off, her cheeks bright pink.

“He doesn’t seem to like company today”, I said and looked at her.

Our friends Martha and Karin looked at us.

“But you wanted to know about his secret chamber!” Read more »