Tex Gets More [MMMm] [BDSM] [Interracial] [gay]

**Tex Gets More [MMMm] [BDSM] [Interracial] [gay]**

Story is extreme. Contains gay, BDSM, interracial content. If that may offend you – don’t read.

In [Tex Gets What He Asked For](https://www.reddit.com/user/DungeonToyMaker/comments/gmsfei/tex_gets_what_he_asked_for_mmm_bdsm_interracial/), I (Tex) get bound and spit-roasted by two black dudes in an ABS video booth. They ask if I want to continue the festivities. This story picks up with the ride from the ABS to their place.

Perhaps not my smartest move ever, but I find myself strapped in the front seat of a stranger’s car with two loads of black cum dripping off my face and my hands bound behind my back. As we pull out into traffic the dude in the back adjusts my seat so it leans all the way back.

“Let’s get you cleaned up a little,” he says, “don’t want our neighbors feeling like they need to get in our business. Now open wide.”

His fingers scoop the globs of splooge toward my mouth. There’s quite a lot – which he begins to unceremoniously push into my mouth. “Don’t swallow until I tell you to.” He continues working the cum into my mouth until he is finally satisfied. “Now you can swallow.”

Tex Gets What He Asked For [MMm] [BDSM] [Interracial] [gay]

# Tex Gets What He Asked For [MMm] [BDSM] [Interracial] [gay]

Contains gay, BDSM, interracial content. If that may offend you – don’t read.

A few years ago I lived in the San Francisco area, and took advantage of BART to visit adult book stores (ABS) – particularly ones that catered to black men. This story recounts my most memorable experience. In hindsight I was lucky nothing went seriously wrong – I was taking way too many chances, so DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME!

After walking about 8 blocks from the BART station, I was standing at the entrance to my favorite ABS. It was hit and miss, but I’d sucked and fucked plenty of black cock there, and was hoping for a “hit” today.

Upon entering the ABS I bought some tokens for the video booths. When I entered the dimly lite booth area I saw several black men loitering around. Even though I knew the answer, I asked, “anybody know which booths have glory-holes?”

“Try 16 or 17, I think you’ll find what you’re looking for white boi,” said one of the lurkers.

Daddy’s Little Princess Part 4 [Punishment and more] [Male Dom/ Female Sub]

The next part of my Male Dom/Female Sub Stories. This time with lots of Daddy Calling. Explicit Sex Scenes, BDSM, Name Calling (Humilitation) and lots more. Would be happy to get some opinions and as well feel free to read my other posts. And just realised I miss typed it’s part 3 not 4.

I was driving home from work when I felt a buzzing in my pocket. I reached inside and retrieved my phone. My girlfriend was calling me. I answered the phone and greeted her with a casual “Hey babe, what’s up?”

She didn’t offer me a similar greeting. Instead, she asked me “When do you think you are going to be home?” and as soon as she asked that question, I knew that something was going on. Her tone of voice was different. It was as if her heart was pounding and she was taking deep breaths in order to force out a sentence. I knew this tone of voice too well.

Ellie: The first time [bdsm] [M/F]

(*first post here, I wrote this for someone and modified it to post. It kind of hops strait to the sex soooo … enjoy*)

I’m delayed leaving training, knowing full well we only have a few hours until we’re expected at dinner. However, you’re waiting patiently for me in the parking lot.

“Pull your car next to mine,” you text.

I make eye contact and give you a duck of my head, as close to deference as you and I get at work. Bowing my head slightly or directing my eyes downward, things other people won’t notice.

I pull up and roll down my window.

“You’re late, Ellie.”

“I know, and I apologize,” I say looking down at a thread on my uniform.

“Eyes up,” you respond and my hazel eyes immediately snaps to your chocolate brown ones. You’re smirking so I know you’re not actually angry. “Lead the way,” you say and I roll up my window and head for the hotel where you fortunately have your own room while I’m sharing with two other residents.

[MF] The first time my wife gave me a golden shower.

This story took place two decades ago.

My wife and I had been dating for less than a month. We had gone out one night to a happy hour, got pretty drunk, and ended up at my place fucking. This was literally just the third or fourth time we fucked and it was hot and sweaty. When we finished we smoked a few bong hits and chatted about sex and specifically, kinky fetishes.

My (future) wife admitted she had an armpit fetish and that she also liked the smell of a ripe pit. I countered back by telling her about my foot fetish and that I also like the smell of stinky feet. We began talking about things we had never done. She admitted that she’d never done any bdsm role play but she thought the idea of being either dom or sub was hot. I admitted to her that I had never done golden showers but I thought it might be fun to try.

She thought about that for a second or two and then said plainly “I have to pee right now, want me to pee on you?”

10. Part One: a lesson (BJ) for kitten (f) from Sir (m). [Bdsm]

She fell asleep with her hand between her legs, slight pressure from her fingertips cupping her naked mound. Panties were an unnecessary hassle and the blankets would keep her warm for now.  It had been a long day.  She knew that tomorrow was going to require energy and fell asleep thinking in a few short hours he would arrive.  He would leave her with the strange feeling of being absolutely spent and also completely energized, the ying and yang of connection – mind and body.  

It is still complete darkness, far too early in the morning, for anything but this.  She drowsily flutters her eyes open a crack when she feels the blankets lift and his chilly hand reach to cup her plump bottom.  

“Scooch over, love”  he says as his solid weight snuggles in behind her.  

She sighs, smiles, and makes a contented noise.  She adjusts the pillows for his arm to be under her and slightly pushes her ass back into his groin. He moves messy tangles off of her neck and gives her a few light kisses.  The familiar scent of her is noticeable as he settles into their happy bubble.

A Dom that loves denial (M/f) (Denial) (BDSM)

It was a Friday night, which was movie night for a lovely couple. Maria and Ray were laying in their bed, spooning under the covers to some cheesy cop movie he had picked out after declining her suggestions. It was nearing eleven o’clock and Ray decided to stop the movie as it was bedtime for his sub. She asked to stay up a bit later for the movie and he told her that it’s not gonna be a good idea. Then she softly asked him a question.

“Why do you always say no to me? Whenever I want something it’s always a no.” She whinily said to him. He thought for a moment choosing his words.

“Baby, you know I like to choose and denial. And it’s not always, I let you pick stuff at times. How about now, I’ll let you pick. Would you like to cum?” She felt as though it was a trap. Maria knee her answer but looking at her bald headed master and with his cobalt blue eyes looking back at her, she was afraid of what to choose. He encouraged her to answer and she softly whispered a pathetic little “yes.” His look turned into condescension as an evil smirk appeared.

The Adventures of Frank and Karen Part 1 [MF] [MM] [BDSM]

ONCE UPON A TRAIN RIDE

It was cold.
It was dark out and this is Chicago the night before Thanksgiving.
The wind was gusting, tipping the scales towards 60 mph.
And I am standing on the platform waiting for the Metra train to arrive.

I was on my way to visit my friends downstate for the Holiday.
As an employee of the railroad I was “Dead heading”, this was a perk the railroad allowed us.
We could travel for free anytime we wanted.

I knew today the train was going to be crowded with everyone trying to get to home to see friends and family.
As I boarded the train I discovered just how right I was.
The train was filling up fast and people were scrambling for a seat.

Picking a seat at the rear of the last car I waited to see who I would be my seat mate for the next three and a half hours or so as we made our way to Springfield.
Oh please not the three hundred pound guy headed down the aisle.

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Help with writing about a sexual Escape Room

I wrote a story and am currently working on a second chapter. My main character was hired to take part in a sexual escape room where the client can give her any task he desires.

I thought of some things like the use of dildos from various species, fucking machines etc. but I don’t know if that is spicy enough.

I am into a bunch of hard stuff like non-con, BDSM and things like that but I want this chapter to be really exciting and also fun to read.

Thats why I wanted to ask the help of fellow writers or lovers of erotic stories.

Do any of you want to chat about some ideas? I’m open for anything that isn’t bathroom stuff, feet or bloody.
Please pm me if you have any ideas.

[FM] Marathon of orgasms for Mother’s Day

Well I got my Mother’s Day present early this year. My boyfriend and I were laying in bed scrolling through the myriad of movies on amazon and he jokingly asked if I wanted to watch 50 shades of grey. He knows I secretly kinda like that movie… I don’t know why I just do. Crucify me. That prompted a debate about how the whole sex dungeon is a colossal waste of money and he could do all of that with household items or his bare hands. So I’ll skip the pleasantries and say he crippled me last night. It’s 8:50am May 10, and I’m laying in bed wondering if I can walk to the bathroom. I’m satisfied, but sore.