I’m a Model turned Corporate Whore [MF] [AMA]

I’m a 28 year old Model, who is a Corporate Whore. Or an Escort. Or a Prostitute. Or whatever you want to call me, I’m essentially a slut. I’ve been doing this for a few years. 5’8″ Brown hair, Hazel eyes. White. 32C.

I work for a boutique Wall Street type firm, and I sleep with whomever they ask me to. Technically I don’t really work for them, I’m considered an outside ‘consultant’. The men that I fuck – could be potential clients, existing clients, a competitor, a recruit, an influencer, etc…

I won’t bore you with all the office details, unless you want them. But my typical day involves going into the office like 1 or 2 days a week, attending meetings/calls. Most of the time, I’m asked to help close a deal. I’m the ‘icing on the cake’ so to speak. It’s as easy as offering myself to the guy(s), for whatever they wanted. Sometimes, the process is a bit harder, involving research, a cover and back stories. Also, there have been times where I’ve fucked a guy, yet we still lost the deal. Lastly, I have a girlfriend, who is also a model, that I whore with as well.

[MF] [BDSM] A Master gets a new toy.

*This is a work of fiction. I do not condone the behaviour in this story. Themes of non-consent, rape and sadism.*

She wakes up in a small cell, her eyes adjusting to the dim light. Her breathing quickens as the panic sets in. She’d met Lucy for dinner, she had walked alone back to her car, and then her memory just stopped. Desperately she tried to cling to that final memory of pressing the unlock button on her car, but no matter how hard she tried she just couldn’t remember passed that.

She closed her eyes, and counted to 10. She was smart enough to know her predicament, but willed the chains around her hands and ankles to disintegrate, to just be a vivid nightmare.

“I know you’re awake” the voice cut through the silence like a knife. She started to cry, cursing herself internally, she knew there was no point crying yet.

He was calm, collected, as he sat watching his new toy acclimatise, he loved how each one reacted differently. His hopes were high that she would be his favourite so far, the quiet panic was far preferable to the hysteria he normally had to endure from his play things before he trained them.

Tinderella [MF]

I’ve been a long time reader here and I decided to share a magical experience I had last night.

Preface to say I hate tinder and I only swipe when I’m extra drunk, lonely, horny or bored. Well I had a rough week so I spent some late hours swiping with no real expectations or desire to actually meet anyone. Just for validation I suppose.

So I matched with 4 or 5 dudes of varying interest levels and swapped a few simple messages. One guy, we’ll call him Tony, caught me with his message and he had some neat looking tattoos so I responded:

Tony: “Because you are cute, and your red hair is sexy…”

Me: “Thanks! You look like a lot of fun!”

Tony: “You’re right. I am fun. You should spend some time with me. I think you look like pure fun…”

Me: “What kind of time?”

Tony: “The kind where we hang out and drink and enjoy life, and the kind where we sleep with each other from time to time.”

[MF] I had the most intense sexual experience of my life last night and I’m still feeling it this morning.

My wife(26) and I(30m) have been more adventurous lately to spice up our sex life. We’ve done a threesome and some group play. We’ve started sexting at work, and started dipping our toes in light BDSM power plays. She’s a little shy when it comes to putting herself out there sexually and we are hoping that this will help her feel more confident and sexy.

However, last night without a doubt was the most intense sexual experience I’ve ever had. It started off with us smoking but I think I hit it a little too much (I’m still new to it). We had spoke about trying throat fucking earlier in the day but kind of skipped foreplay. I got her off a few times but I was unable to finish during our normal routine (missionary, doggie, her on top) and it drives her crazy when I don’t cum. There are times that I just can’t seem to finish no matter what I do. I fucked her hard and spanked the ever living shit out of her ass and she was screaming for it. I roll over, exhausted from making her cum but she won’t have it. She says I can still cum and that I should try throat fucking her.

Strawberry Tits [BDSM] [MF] [FF] [MCtrl] [sadism] [fetish] [latex] [leather] [boot] [foot] [slime] [urine] [abduction] [rape] [corruption]

^Work ^in ^progress, ^to ^be ^continued.

^Very ^perverse, ^but ^not ^quite ^crafted ^for ^masturbation. ^Story ^focused.

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#Chapter 1: The Meeting

“The secret is in the bonding, the consistency. For example: If you take egg white and mix it with something else in a blender, you may get the overall taste right, but it’s just not the same. It’s like drinking Brandy from the used plastic cups of last night’s party. Egg white draws these swinging goopy spider webs between your fingers. What comes out of your blender does not.”, Watson explained, then took another tiny slurp from the mug of black steaming coffee on his executive desk.

“Ah, I get it. That is why we use females, to get their bodies to mix the ingredients in a … an organic fashion.” Steinberg felt the need to show his understanding explicitly. While he was no simpleton, he had only been with the company for a few months. And the task he was being called to discuss seemed like an early chance to show his usefulness and to cement his position.

Strapped down, Fucked hard [MF] first BDSM experience

I’d been told that tonight was going to be something special.
I was dressed for the occasion in silky soft black panties, lacy bra, and black cover-up. Blond hair was down, slightly messy waves hitting my waist. He came down the stairs told me to close my eyes and lead me to the bedroom. Eyes still closed I could hear ambiance playing calmly, he guided my mostly naked body to the bed. His fingers began to lightly brush across my skin, over my arms, my thighs, around my lips. Between tender caresses, I could hear his heart pounding, and his breathy moans, occasionally I could feel his semi-erect cock brush against my shins. Soon he tired of teasing and laid me out in the middle of the bed. He took off my cover-up and proceeded to grab a blindfold to ensure that I couldn’t peak at any of the activities soon to come. I felt him grab my right wrist first, he began to wrap some sort of cloth around it and secured it to an unknown location. He proceeded to do this to my other wrist and both of my ankles. I laid still, heart beating fast knowing I was very exposed, limbs splayed out like a star-fish on the covers, my vagina begging to drip, wetting my underwear.
I heard his footsteps fall across the room and the door closed. I was alone, but only for a minute. I sat in the quiet wondering with anticipation what was to come when the door opened. I heard fumbling and as he walked over to the bed, he stood above me “Open up.” I squirmed and hesitantly opened my mouth.
A spoonful of something dense, tangy and rich coated my tongue. It took me a couple moments to place it — Greek yogurt. He kissed around my breast, and my stomach, before kissing my mouth taking some of the yogurt with him, his tongue dancing on mine. Warm and succulent. Next, he spooned something else into my mouth, pudding.
At this point he reached to undo my bra, it was a front clasp, and began to pinch my exposed nipples with his index fingers and thumbs. It sent a warm surge to my now very wet vagina. “Open,” and I opened my mouth, expecting more food but was met with his cock. It was fully hard, salty pre-cum dripping down my throat. He thrust himself into my mouth, slowly at first, then more forcefully. Strapped down and unable to move I was forced to take all of him, I began to choke on his cock and he took mercy on me. He pulled out and let me play with his tip, I pressed my lips against it and let it drag across my mouth experiencing its velvety warmth. I continued to play with his hardness popping it in and out of my cheeks, I could hear him moaning softly.
Once again he went away and came back directing me to “Open,” I did and was disjointed that it was a banana. What a rotten trick. After he had his laugh, he pulled off my panties. I was ready. So, ready. More than ready.
I greedily leaned into him as he pushed his cock into the opening of my vagina. The penetration felt like a relief, a void that needed to be filled, over and over again with his presence. We fucked in a modified missionary position for a little since I was still tied up. I could tell the covers underneath my ass were soaked with my juices. Soon we were just too ravenous for each other, and he released my ankles and one wrist. He quickly turned me over and secured my loose wrist. He positioned my ass in the air and gave it a smack. “You like that?” “You want me to put my cock in your wet pussy” I was practically beyond words but managed to say “Yes!” He thrust himself into me, our skin clapping as his pelvis rammed itself into my ass. It was magical. My g-spot was on fire. He was sweating and moaning. “Oh fuck me,” I said, “Please fuck me.” I came time. Then I came again. When it finally became too much I asked him to cum. He shot his load into my cunt and I could feel it all as his cock throbbed.

I fucked on the first date [MF]

There’s a first time for everything…

I matched with this super cute Asian dude. He looked a little like a bro, all muscles and great hair and floral tank tops. Right off the bat he was asking what I was into. He asked about spanking, hair pulling, choking, bondage, slapping, verbal degradation, a couple others I don’t remember but wish I did. I said spanking and hair pulling were a definite yes, and although I hadn’t experienced the others before, I’d try anything once, wink wink.

The first night we met we saw a movie and ended up back in his car. We talked for a long while about past relationships, personal struggles, really deep shit that truly doesn’t belong in a first date but I loved it. He was so smart and I enjoy sex (or whatever was about to happen that night) so much more after I’ve dug into a person’s brain a little.

Finally we started making out. Slowly at first, but suddenly we were both fairly ravenous for each other. He was breathing hard, gripping the back of my neck, running his fingers through my hair and pulling lighting, then not so lightly. He pulled my head back and kissed my neck as I fumbled with his shirt, wanting to feel more of his skin.

[MFF] losing my threesome virginity

I’ve been with my OH for a long time (15 yrs), we have our ups and downs like any marriage, but our sex life has, on the whole, been great.

Being with someone for that long you really understand exactly what the other one wants and we’ve definitely grown into our sexuality with each other where pretty much nothing is off limits. Anal on the weekly, bondage (totally getting further into the BDSM thing), pegging, fisting, toys- the list goes on.

Now, I’ve known for a long time that I liked women as well as men, but apart from a few drunken fumblings, have done nothing about it. I talked to my OH about it early on in our relationship and he had the typical ‘yay threesome’ response.

Fast forward to about 8yrs together. We’re married, one kid, house in suburbia, full time jobs etc.

He comes home and says he’s bumbed into a mutual friend we’ve lost touch with (too much drama), she’s left her wife, moves back home and needs a bit of tea and sympathy. So she comes over and we have a night of food, fun and loooooots of alcohol.

New Erotica writer on Tumblr/Patreon

I’m a new erotica writer on Tumblr who also has her own Patreon. I’d like to publicize my work more but am unsure if this is the right venue to do so on Reddit. Please help?

My work focuses on D/s, light BDSM themes, historical settings, and just plain hot sex. I can’t really post my stories here because they are based on a gif(s).

[MF] I face fucked my friend’s sister and he has no idea.

This is pretty vanilla compared to the the usual BDSM stuff I try to go for, but I saw a similar kind of thing posted the other day and it got me thinking back to my own experience with a friend’s sister. I’ve only told one other person this story, so I felt inspired to share it here:

I’ve been best friends with this guy for years. After high school ended, our lives were going our separate ways and we kind of knew it – I had an academic career lined up in another state and he was going career military. So we were hanging out even more than usual before we just wouldn’t see each other for a while, using the time to play video games and work out and such. Usually he would just kind of live at my place, but for this occasion we went and spent the weekend at his house.