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Mystery man [MF] [bd] [bdsm] [nc] (x-post)

I don't know what my lover's face looks like. Hell I don't know what any part of his body looks like. I don't know if he is old or young, thin or fat, strong or weak, ugly or handsome. I don't know what race he is or where he comes from.

What do I know about him? I think, from the way he sometimes places his arms on my shoulders when he is deep inside me, that he is tall. But that's not a very exact way to guess a man's height is it? I could be out by a couple of feet in either direction. I know how his hands feel. I guess, from his prowess and the slow measured pace of his breathing, that he is middle aged and in good shape, but this is pure speculation on my part. In the height of passion I have heard little gasps from him, but not enough to tell you what he sounds like. Romantically I like to think that if I ever met him I would recognise him by his smell, but even I do not really believe that. Truthfully I could not tell you what he smells like. I think he uses an odourless antiperspirant. Read more »

She walked in while I was masturbating…

A little backstory – we met Faye through my girlfriend's work. She was the one who introduced us to open relationships, which we happily adopted, but then she broke up with her boyfriend. Faye moved away for a bit, but every so often would come back and have crazy sex with my girlfriend and I. We would also each fuck Faye individually in our own special ways. When Faye moved back to town, she stayed with us for two weeks. That is when this short story takes place.

I was lying back on the bed in our living room, to which the front door opens, knowing that there was a chance Faye would walk in. I think she was on a date or something with this virgin-y sort of guy. She would usually go fuck him, and then come home to us for her real satisfaction. On this particular night, I had my Fleshlight going, and I was jerking it to some kinky BDSM porn with Veronica Avluv. I was completely naked (except for the Fleshlight on my cock). Read more »

Prostitution and the art of catering for the nouveau riche.

Harold has relatively recently come into quite a lot of money. I don’t know how if it’s changed him as I didn’t know him in his previous financial state.

He’s also become a major user of prostitutes. It annoys our manager that he uses other agencies as well as hers. He does 2 or 3 bookings a week with us spending up to £15000 a month, she just sees the money she’s losing to her competitors.

‘Find out what he’s doing with the other agencies’ she tells us before each booking, she suspects it’s BDSM, and has stressed to us that we’re meant to offer light BDSM as part of our regular services. She’s made sure that all the girls do outcalls with him are taking the BDSM paraphernalia with them.

He likes to watch. While we use toys on ourselves or each other he’ll wank himself. He used to be shy about doing it, but he's pretty blase about it now. He also has a fondness for spanking and anal sex, unfortunately giving rather than receiving.

He’s recently become enamored with lesbian sex, but he insists on mixing and matching women himself rather than letting us pick who we want to work with. Read more »

The night I didn’t plan to try BDSM or have sex with a woman (Part Two) (MFFM & Dom)

I watched the woman writhe and moan under the Dom's ministrations. It was startling to watch what he was doing, but I could tell he was very skilled. Soon afterwards they were finished, he helped her down off the cross (words I can't say I ever thought I would write), people applauded, and off she went.

He came over to me. We laughed about meeting at the gangbang night without even realizing (we met during the whipped cream licking competition). We chatted as if I wasn't standing in from of him almost naked and he didn't have a whip in his hand.

Then he asked me if I wanted to get on the cross. I must have looked terrified so he walked me over to the big bag he had on an ottoman and showed me a few things.

Knowing about my bad experience with the Dom at the gangbang night, he explained that in these situations, it's the Sub that has all the power. He told me he would start slow and gentle and be constantly checking in with me to see how I was doing. He told me I could use three words – Yellow to say I was reaching my limit, Red to say I was at my limit, and a third word (unique to people from my area) which means stop immediately. Read more »

The Daddy Plan Part III [fM & ff] [inc] [voy] [bdsm]

She has never felt this hot in her life. Her entire body feels like it is on fire. White hot fire. When she brings one hand up to squeeze one of her little tits the pulse makes her ass hump the air and draws a groan from her lips. His eyes open at that. She smiles up at him.

Ellie lets go of his cock and slowly climbs onto the other end of the couch. Laying on her back she spreads first her legs and then with her hands she spreads her sopping wet pussy open. Looking him in the eyes.

"Eat me daddy. Lick my little pink pussy. Please." she begs.

Martin is lost and he knows it because he does not even think about it. Rolling towards her his hands run down her thighs. Squeezing them as he leans down. One long lick. She tastes so hot and so sweet. She moans deeply and he takes another lick. Her cunt is dripping wet and he bends his neck so lick one of the wet lines on her thigh.

"Ohhhh yesssss." she moans. Read more »

The night I didn’t plan to try BDSM or have sex with a woman (MFFM & Dom) (Part One)

One recent Friday night I had plans to have dinner with a girlfriend. A long-standing FWB of mine, Jason (he's featured in some other posts here) asked whether I could see him on Friday night. I knew dinner with my friend could easily go for a few hours but relished the thought to forget my troubles with him. We left it that I would text him when dinner was over, which would probably be around 10pm.

My girlfriend and I had a great dinner. I hadn't looked at my phone in three hours. I went to the bathroom before we left and saw a text from Jason which he'd sent two hours earlier:

"Mind if I see if I can get a couple to meet for drinks and maybe more tonight with us? :)"

Fuuuuuck.

He and I have talked about this multiple times. After all, he's the one who procured a threesome for me, and joined me my first night as a unicorn at a swingers club, and was supposed to come to a gangbang night (which he still feels guilty about). But he's wanted to play with another couple for as long as he and I have talked about playing with others. Read more »

The Daddy Plan Part I [fM & ff] [inc] [voy] [bdsm]

12:23 am, backseat of a car…

"Oh fuck me. Yeah! Harder!"

17 year old Ellie Arnold moans loudly as the guy pounding his cock into her does as she asks. But even as he does she knows she is probably going to regret it. Teen boys are known for their stamina but not their control. Sure they can get it up multiple times but it never takes much to get them off. Ellie learned this and has done what she can to compensate.

She could still taste the cum in her mouth from the blowjob she gave him a little while ago. Without doing that Ronnie would just pop off in a couple of minutes of having her shaved little pussy around his dick. Ellie often wondered how it was that teen boys could jerk off so much and never learn any control.

He was already groaning. She rubs her clit hard. Between blowing him and the 3 minutes of fucking she was about to cum but she knew he would beat her to it.

He did. Read more »

[F]un with [m]y wife

My wife and I recently got into bdsm. We dabbled once or twice before, but I never understood how much pain she found enjoyable until just recently. This Sunday we had the house to ourselves. She asked for lunch, I told her I already know what I want to eat, which is my typical response, joking but not really. But to my surprise, she lays out spread eagle. I started by handcuffing her over her head, then pulling her shirt up to use as a blind fold. Surprise,no bra! I licked and teased her breasts, alternating pressure and sucking and flicking. My hand drifted down and grasped her crotch firmly, pulling up, rubbing back and forth.I proceeded to pull off her shorts and panties, stopping to inhale her scent. I LOVE a woman's scent. I prefer sex pre shower. I teased and licked but nothing too gratifying. The Wartenberg wheel was next on the menu, but I dipped it in ice water first, dripping some water onto her clit, then each of her nipples. I gently ran the cold wheel around her areola, gently and slowly, then up and over her now erect nipples. The skin of her breasts became taught. Flipping the wheel on its side I dragged it down the center is of her chest, leaving light red trails till I stopped at her pubic bone. I dipped the wheel in water again, rolling ever so lightly down her hood, over her clit and down her labia, continuing down her inner thigh, rolling back up and proceeding down the opposite leg. Sipping from the ice water, I proceeded to envelop her entire mound with my mouth, flicking her clit with my tongue, dragging it over her labia from left to right and back. Then I pulled back and slapped her sex. She snapped back and gasped. Read more »

The beginning of the a[f]fair – how I was introduced to BDS[M] – Part 1

I looked up shyly wanting to confide the thing I wanted the most – afraid of what you might think.

“Just tell me,” you looked at me with those dark brown eyes full of question and lust.

The pause was truly pregnant, the air between us so sexually charged and yet simultaneously contained. My hesitation hovered in the air.

“No one’s ever eaten me out,” I said quietly, looking down, my cheeks flaring with shame.

Silence which made me look up.

“That’s it?” The look on his face was incredulous and he stifled a laugh. “I love doing that.”

“Yeah, that’s it. That’s what I want.” I sounded defensive. And then he did laugh.

“I thought you were going to share something crazy with me.” And then he could see how crestfallen I was at his casual laughter, how in my moment of honest vulnerability he needed to reassure me that I wasn’t some freak.

It had taken us days to finally get around to this conversation. Weeks really. A few days prior he had brought up a throwaway comment I had made to him on an earlier business trip when I said: “Well, you’ve never been with someone like me.” And apparently he couldn’t get those words out of his head. Read more »