Dawn hits me hard the next morning. I’m not as young as I used to be, and partying apparently takes a lot more out of me than I remember. I sit up in bed and resolve to take some Excedrin to keep this headache at bay. I have big plans for today: heading to Home Depot to get supplies to fix Carrie’s bedroom door, and trying out the third and most dangerous part of my plan to turn Carrie from a rebellious teen whore into an obedient, secret cumslut for me. After all, my wife is coming back from her business trip in about a week’s time. If this plan is going to blow up in my face, I need to have time to work out… alternate arrangements… for my stepdaughter’s future. I run through everything in my mind. I have the perfect blackmail in place to deter Carrie from going to the police, and the perfect cover story to deflect blame back onto her if she does bring the authorities down on my head. Between her wild past and my mild-mannered facade, it won’t take much effort to sell the story that Carrie is spinning wild allegations in order to turn attention away from her illegal activities. Drugs and baggies are hidden throughout her room and in her car, sealing the deal for possession with intent to sell. She also knows that if she tries anything, I call my biker friends who will then use her up and leave her for dead in a ditch somewhere safely out of the way. As I make my way downstairs to make breakfast for myself and my captive, I decide that I need to do more than just level a threat of punishment against Carrie should she disobey me. No, I need to give her some sort of positive reinforcement if she complies. I’ve been lucky enough to maintain a lucrative, steady job for the past few years and have some money socked away. To a teenage girl, that money may well look like a fortune and could buy a lot of nice things. A plan begins to take shape, and I resolve to go talk to Carrie before heading out to get a new door. About fifteen minutes later, I’m pushing aside the china cabinet with which Jacob, Cass and I blocked the basement door last night. I made the hasty decision to leave Carrie unbound overnight, and I’m acutely aware that I may have to endure some sort of ill-conceived escape attempt out of her. I have my stun gun with me in case she gets out of hand. Cautiously I open the door and make my way down the flight of stairs into the basement. I’m in luck, Carrie is still asleep. I’m not sure if her lack of plotting indicates that I can trust her, or simply that she’s exhausted beyond measure after last night. She’s shed the corset, stockings and schoolgirl skirt – I can’t say that I blame her, they can’t be comfortable – and for lack of an alternative she’s sleeping naked. Shafts of light pour in through the thick block-glass window and fall on her upper body, making her red hair dance in the light. She’s sleeping on her stomach with one knee pulled up, and her arms around the pillow on which her head is resting. The sheet only covers her legs and hips, leaving her exposed from her lower back upwards. I admire the curvature of her back and shoulders, the roller-coaster curve of her hips and waist. Her 32DD’s swell beneath her, bulging outwards against the resistance of the mattress and making me reconsider my resolve not to fuck her just yet. I sit the tray of food down as quietly as I can, checking to be sure she doesn’t stir. I slowly pull the sheet down from her hips, revealing a pale, tight ass and firm thighs. I unzip my jeans and take my dick out – this girl will probably never lose her ability to get me hard at first sight – and climb into bed behind her. She stirs as I spit into my hand for lube, surely she’s dry, then wakes fully and whips her head around to see me behind her. “NO!” she screams and tries to get away, “no more you fucking bastard!” I’m too quick for her, though, and grab her hips and pull her back to me. With one hand I force her head into the pillow, laying my full weight onto her so that she can’t squirm away. With my other hand I work my dick into her tight, fiery pussy and begin to pound her doggy style. Once I’m inside her, I wrap my hands securely around her small, toned waist and leave her upper body free to struggle in vain. Carrie is trying for all she’s worth to get away, and unbeknownst to her these struggles actually make the sex feel better for me. Her hands are clawing at the pillows, at the headboard, trying to find purchase so that she can pull herself away from me. I long to reach up and grab a fistful of her red hair, or grope her bouncing, swinging tits, but I don’t dare loosen my grip on her. “Oh my god” she’s sobbing, “just leave me the fuck alone, you pervert!” I push her further up on the bed, so far that I can bang her head into the headboard with a powerful thrust. I do it once for effect, she cries out in pain but stops talking. I’m not going to draw this out – this is just a short, sharp fuck to clear my head and calm me down before I have a serious talk with her. I let my eyes wander over her body: her back and shoulders tight from trying to squirm away, the swell of her hips against her narrow waist and the dimples at the small of her back… that’s it, I’m done. I can feel the orgasm burning inside my shaft, and in the heat of the moment I reach one hand up and grab Carrie by the hair, pulling her back until she’s forced to support herself with her arms. I pull out and beat myself off all over her back and ass, shooting a few ropes of cum into her hair, showering her completely. When the intensity has subsided, I drop her. She falls face-first onto the bed, then quickly scrambles up and backs away from me, oblivious to the epic load of cum on her back. “Go get cleaned up, princess.” I say to her as I fasten my pants back, “I have something I need to discuss with you.” I can see the contempt in her eyes as she backs away from me, doing her best to cover her perky breasts as she moves towards the bathroom. She darts inside and closes the door, finding a brief refuge at last from my prying eyes. I hear the shower engage. About a half hour later, she emerges with one towel covering her body and a second one wrapped around her wet hair. I can still make out her figure beneath the towel, but it doesn’t drive me insane… glad to have had that release before to clear my head. Carrie stands at the other end of the basement, eyes cold fire. “You said you wanted to talk? Well, talk.” She set me in a hard stare; one which I assumed was intended to wither me. It didn’t. “Okay, princess. You know all about the bad things I’ve got arranged to bring down on you if you try to tell anyone about these past few days. Best case scenario, you’ll find yourself in jail for possession with intent. Worst case scenario, I call Cass and Jacob and they have their way with you – they and about ten other bikers – and leave what’s left of you in a ditch somewhere.” I see a hint of fear flash over her eyes, for a moment the icy cold façade breaks and I see a teenage girl afraid for her life. Good, I think. Be afraid, it’s good motivation. “Everyone will assume you’ve run off with whatever piece of shit boyfriend you’re blowing this week, and no one will look for you very hard.” I stand up and walk over towards her. She backs away, until she bumps into the wall. “Now, that all sounds perfectly awful, and it’s meant to. I want you to know that your life is over if you cross me. But, this isn’t all bad for you. You know I make good money, and I could really spoil you if I were so inclined. So think about it. In a few years you’ll move out, move away, and go on to do who-knows-what with your life. You and I will likely never see each other again, since I plan to dump your frosty box mother as soon as you move away. But in the meantime… keep me happy, and I’ll keep you happy. You get to have your same life, with two exceptions: you’re at my beck and call if I want you to get me off, and you get to go shopping once a week with a chunk of money I’ll give you. Think about it, princess… how many guys do you fuck in a week anyway? How many guys”, I reach up and cup the side of her face here, “have you let blow their load all over this pretty face? This will just be one more dick in your mouth, and you’ll be rewarded for being my good little slut until you go your own way.” Her face is set into a mask, unreadable. I gesture towards her tray of food. “Eat something. I have to go to the hardware store to fix up your door. By the time I’m finished, I need an answer from you. I need to know if you’re going to play nice.” I turn and walk up the stairs, calling behind me as I go, “I’ll throw some clothes down to you before I leave.” I shut the door behind me, snd push the china cabinet back to block her in. I head up to her room, past the wreckage of the previous door, and grab a few handfuls of clothes out of her drawers. I unblock the door, open it and throw the clothes down to her. “You have a few hours, princess, then I’m gonna need an answer.” By mid-afternoon, I’ve replaced the door and cleaned up all traces of our violent encounter that first night. Time to see if Carrie is going to pick the hard road or the easy road… I head down the basement stairs and call out to her. “Okay, beautiful… which is it? Are you going to play nice? I walk downstairs and see Carrie standing next to the bed, still wrapped in a towel. Her eyes look amused rather than resentful. She drops the towel and I see that she’s dressed herself: she’s wearing short black skirt and a spaghetti-strap blue tank top that leaves little to the imagination. She walks over to me slowly and deliberately, and I ready my hand to dart for the stun gun if she gets out of hand. She closes the distance between us, her hips swaying and her breasts softly bouncing. “I”, she announces as she grabs my dick and stands on her tiptoes to reach my ear, “am going to play nice.” With the last word she gives my ear a quick lick with her pierced tongue, and backs up. “Now, fucking spoil me and give me my freedom back, or you’ll have to sacrifice having two more years with this.” Her eyes are steady, calculating, and I am slightly taken aback. Why should it surprise me, though? Carrie is a headstrong teenage girl who’s used to getting what she wants. Maybe she sees this as a way to regain some power in the relationship. Whatever the reasons, I decide to try her out. “Ok, princess” I say. “Let me go get changed and I’ll take you to the mall.” She leans forward and pulls her shoulders in, accentuating her pale and freckled cleavage. “Don’t be too long or I might change my mind”. I climb the stairs and secure the door one last time. While I walk up to my bedroom, I phone Jacob. I find out that Cass is working, but Jacob is free. “Listen man, there’s five hundred bucks in it for you if you’ll tail me and Carrie to the mall. I’m going to try and take her out today, but if she tries to run, I want you to be ready to grab her.”
Tag: BJ
fwb [f] and me [m] over a year later, and the first time I had my cum swallowed
Part 1: http://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/2zkayc/grad_school_classmate_f_becomes_my_m_fwb/
Chelsea and I remained good friends, and I still kick myself for not apologizing to her (she has since moved away and we don't get to talk much). Even so, she is emotionally much stronger than I am, and seemed to recover quickly. We hung out regularly for the next year, up to and after graduation. That summer, she had decided that she would be moving back to her home (several states away). I was really sad to see her go, as we had become very close friends. She had at least one brief fling with a neighbor guy from her apartment complex, and I did my best to be supportive and happy for her, understanding that I had been a complete tool in regards to our romantic/sexual relationship.
My Last Summer at Home (Part 3)
"Well baby, there you stand. With your little head, down in your hand. Oh, my God, you can't believe it's happening again. Your baby's gone, and you're all alone and it looks like the end."
"And you're back out on the street, and you're tryin' to remember. How do you start it over? You don't know if you can. You don't care much for a stranger's touch, but you can't hold your man."
"You never thought you'd be alone this far down the line. And I know what's been on your mind. You're afraid it's all been wasted time."
When I got home from the gravel pits, thank god my parents were already in bed. I know I smelled like cigarettes and beer, and I wasn't walking too straight. I switched on my radio and lay down on the bed. I stared at the ceiling for a minute, then I made the drunken mistake of opening an old wound. As Wasted Time by The Eagles drifted from my clock radio, I slowly paged through one of my old journals. In the margins my name was written neatly three different ways, each time with my ex-boyfriends last name. Tanya Reed-Martin, Tanya Mary Martin, Tanya M. Martin. The old memories of Tommy Martin and how he broke my heart right before summer started, were too much. The tears I hadn't shed in weeks began to well in my eyes as Don Henley sang to me.
I work alone..
It's crossed my mind. I've thought about it. How could it not? The PC repair guy is near to the equivalent of the milkman these days right?
Not something I've had an opportunity to dwell on. Even though I've been in the business for a while, it's very rare to be alone with a good looking female client. It happened today though, much to my surprise.
I've had the call in for about three days. The appointment was set for this morning at 10:00. I arrived a little early. It's a local business woman's home office in a gated community. Very quiet, private. The homes are spread out, giving the neighborhood a real out in the country kind of feeling.
As I approached the front door, I was struck with how large the house is. It felt awkward knocking on the door. Kind of like knocking on the door at WalMart or something, it didn't feel natural. After a few moments, an older woman opened the door, let me know that I'd been expected and to come on in and wait. It took me a second to figure out that this was a maid, and not my customer.
How I[M] got a blowjob from a new coworker[F]
This happened few weeks ago, I was debating with myself whether to post it or not since few people I know are on Reddit. So I'm using an obvious throwaway and had to change few details.
So, I'm in my mid thirties, around 5' 11", 180 lbs, not the best looking but better looking then most guys in the office. There are mostly guys in the office as we are a tech company and there are still not enough women doing this line of work. We do have a few but I was never interested in them.
Since we are still expanding and growing we are hiring constantly and since we are headquarters all the new hires go trough training here.
So here comes (lets call her) Paula. 5'3", maybe 130 lbs, black hair, not the biggest tits but a really nice ass and perfect hourglass body.
Since we don't have interaction with the customers, the dress code is pretty much non existent. She is every day wearing tight yoga pants that perfectly show her legs and ass. She is sitting quite close to me and every time she walks by I have a fucking hardon.
Since we are all helping with training new people I am too. We hit it off pretty nicely and she is pretty flirty with me until in passing I mention that I do have a girlfriend. At that point I could hear the disappointment in her voice. Flirting stopped but she did mention that she is single several times after that.
My (F)oursome Experience
When I was in college, I went to this house party. It wasn't huge, just about two dozen people hanging out and getting drunk. I went with the hopes off finding someone for a one-night-stand, or maybe just a hot makeout session. What I got was so much better than that and a night I picture again and again.
After a few hours at the party, I was quite comfortably drunk. Some idiot had spilled beer all over me, and so Michael, the guy who was throwing the party, was nice enough to lend me a t-shirt and shorts to change into. After I changed, Michael and I ended up lying in his bed cuddling.
At that point my friend Brianna came in to check on me. She had also been flirting pretty heavily with this guy Tristan, and he followed her in. Both couples were laying together on Michael's queen sized bed. Michael was starting to feel me up and was pinching my nipples through the t-shirt. His hand traveled down and brushed over my pussy. I was incredibly horny at this point and didn't care that there were two other people less than a foot away from me.
Kerina’s College Humiliation, Ch.11: Kerina Takes a Chance [f]
They walked into a bigger store. It was big, and well lit, but somehow the bright glaring lighting made the shadows even darker and gave a generally unwelcoming feel. The shelves were higher and closer together, so by the time Kerina got to the counter at the far end of the store, she was feeling worried and intimidated. She momentarily forgot her decision to remain in control and so agreed when Jack offered to ask the tall dingy looking man about her situation.
Kerina chided herself as she regretted her relinquishing control to Jack, but decided to wait; certain the opportunity to act would come. She felt sort of indebted to Jack, as walking here, she had told him all about the condoms and what had happened to her in the classroom yesterday (She hadn't mentioned the library or the security guard, however). He was a good listener and had shared in her outrage that someone would do this to her. Kerina listened to the conversation.
"…so we want to know if you sell them, or if anywhere else does that you know of?" Jack asked the guy.
Kerina’s College Humiliation, Ch.9: Kerina Has a Shower and Gets Dressed [f][huml]
Kerina slept a troubled sleep. She huddled up in her sheets, turning in a deep torment. Flashes of things that happened through out the day – her birthday – kept playing across the theatre that is her mind. Waking up in the library surrounded by people with her breasts exposed and a dildo in her, waking in class having apparently wet herself, getting her head stuck in the sink of the girls bathroom, and finally giving the fat gross security guard a blowjob.
The soft squeak of the front door indicating Lisa's return home penetrated her sleep and gave her some measure of comfort. Kerina fell deeper asleep and dreamt no more.
"Hey sleepy head, are you going to wake up?" a sultry voice asked as Kerina awoke, a hand shaking her shoulder.
"Oh, uh morning," Kerina said giving a weak smile, looking up at her beautiful room mate. Lisa is 5'11 with long sandy brown hair, big brown eyes, tanned and pretty, Kerina could not help to admire Lisa's beauty.
"It's 10am. I am going out now, but you are usually up and doing your study or off to class somewhere by now, is everything okay? Did you get lucky last night?" Lisa teased cheekily.
Perfect Replica [Str8, MF, scifi, incest]
Kurt was pensive as he re-read the letter. It was about all that could distract him from his surroundings. “About your dad, huh?” The speaker was to Kurt’s left, fiddling with the fly of his pants. “And my sister, somehow.” “And you got no idea why?” “Some idea.” “Check this out.”
He wasn’t sure he wanted to. Kurt looked up. The room had a dim blue light, with severe shadows from the tiny windows near the ceiling. The man speaking was his boss, so he didn’t deign to disobey.
The man, Fox, had his cock out. It was half-erect already, enormous, glistening with precum, and distinctly synthetic. “You like it?” “What the fuck, Fox?” “This isn’t your first time seeing a mod, man.” “Yeah, but why would I want to look at your dick?” Fox looked proud. “This is a state of the art synthetic penis. It’s custom and handmade. Looks red, like a fox.” He grinned. “Knots like a fox, too.” Kurt held back a groan. His boss was no stranger to creative body mods, such as the pair of very convincing and fully functional fox ears atop his head. It was a little hard to maintain respect for him after that mod was implemented, and that was saying something, since what Fox did for a living was pilot an ultra-complex space combat vessel through fields of asteroids in what was essentially the wild west of the the solar system, and command a private security force which did the same.
Perfect Replica [M/F] [Sci-fi] [Incest]
Kurt was pensive as he re-read the letter. It was about all that could distract him from his surroundings. “About your dad, huh?” The speaker was to Kurt’s left, fiddling with the fly of his pants. “And my sister, somehow.” “And you got no idea why?” “Some idea.” “Check this out.”
He wasn’t sure he wanted to. Kurt looked up. The room had a dim blue light, with severe shadows from the tiny windows near the ceiling. The man speaking was his boss, so he didn’t deign to disobey.
The man, Fox, had his cock out. It was half-erect already, enormous, glistening with precum, and distinctly synthetic. “You like it?” “What the fuck, Fox?” “This isn’t your first time seeing a mod, man.” “Yeah, but why would I want to look at your dick?” Fox looked proud. “This is a state of the art synthetic penis. It’s custom and handmade. Looks red, like a fox.” He grinned. “Knots like a fox, too.” Kurt held back a groan. His boss was no stranger to creative body mods, such as the pair of very convincing and fully functional fox ears atop his head. It was a little hard to maintain respect for him after that mod was implemented, and that was saying something, since what Fox did for a living was pilot an ultra-complex space combat vessel through fields of asteroids in what was essentially the wild west of the the solar system, and command a private security force which did the same.