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Forced to beg to be used [Mf] [begging] [blowjob] [persistence] [humiliation] [light blackmail] [reluc]

Dora sat at her favorite cafe, coffee in hand as she gazed out longingly, waiting for him to walk by. She checked her digital watch – only two mins left. He would pass by at approximately 6:39pm, with his platinum blonde hair flowing in the wind and his sparkly blue eyes looking purposefully ahead. She had been eyeing him up for a few weeks and was excited to finally ask him. She needed to. Surely he couldn’t say no.

One minute left. She speedily sipped the last of her coffee as she stared out the window.

Any second now.

There.

She couldn’t help but stare at his chest – he was wearing a tight fit white T-shirt with a black DETECTIVE coat on top. The shirt clung to him. His pants clung to his bulge. So much visible yet so hidden…She licked her lips and waited for him to walk past the door, then made her way out.

She knew that he was walking to the tram stop, and that he’d soon travel through a secluded alleyway shortcut to the tram stop, where he’d wait about 6 minutes for his next bus. The buses were rarely so precise – not as precise as him – but that was the average waiting time. Read more »

Good Girl Gone Under [M/F] [blowjob] [student] [professor] [pwp] [fictional]

*To pop or not to pop?*

I am fiddling with the following few buttons of my white school uniform, second-guessing whether to unclasp them or let them stay as they are.

Meanwhile, I can feel beads of my sweat dripping down unhurriedly at the slope of my lower back. I am cramped under this dark mahogany desk for only the past few minutes, but every second that ticks off is grating on my nerves.

In just about half an hour, I need to go back and take the last exam I have on my schedule for today. I almost cringe at the face of my friends being slightly disappointed and mostly confused at the fact that I am skipping on their quick review sessions.

It will be ironic if the reason why I left them won’t even be here for my spontaneous visit.

However, I don’t have to berate myself further since the door creaked open already. The hush of students mingling in the hallways—*mostly talking about how they have done on their respective exams*—is briefly echoing in the room until almost instantly tapering off when the door closes. Read more »

Bloody Knuckles and Bleeding Hearts [M/F]

A punch to the face, a kick to the thighs, an elbow to the chest, or the feeling of my arms almost breaking. I craved it.

I’m a fighter. I’ve been fighting ever since middle school in school yard scraps or hallway tussles. If there’s a fight, I want to be in it or near it. Because I loved fighting, I was expelled a few times and transferred school many times.

When I was 18, I joined a gym and eventually I started fighting in rings. I earned money through fights and I lived for the thrill of it. I felt no fear so I was always giving 100% of me in fights.

That is until I ended up in a hospital with a collapsed lung. Apparently one of my ribs was broken and had penetrated my lungs. I was in the hospital for months with a chest tube, my fist itching to taste flesh again. But I was told that I couldn’t fight again. I was too unstable, too dangerous. The guy that I fought, the one that broke my ribs, was in the same emergency room that I am and is currently fighting for his life. Apparently I didn’t stop punching him even after he lost consciousness. Read more »

Best [M]ove out Week Pt.1?!

Author’s Note: Reading this subreddit has brought many joys so I thought to share an experience of my own. First time writing so hope everyone enjoys.

This all kind of began this past March. I would be graduating college in May and since classes were online, I thought to get a head start on my apartment cleaning back at campus. I make the trip over for two weeks to give me ample time to get situated. Honestly though, when I got there, my apartment could have easily been packed in two days. Read more »

Melancholy and Reminiscence (MM)

Sometimes you end up involved in things that when you look back on it, you have no idea how you got there. In my twenties, I didn’t really know what I wanted to do, and was renting a house with a couple of people. Nobody had a lot of responsibility, but the pay was okay enough that rent wasn’t a struggle for three people. One of my roommates (Bob) had a bunch of out-of-town peeps, so every once in awhile they would be gone for a few days, and my other roommate (Greg)was there to escape their family situation because it wasn’t that great. Turns out it was partly because they were gay, and they really wanted to strike out on their own without all the baggage. I had had friend-of-a-friend gay friends before, but nobody that I had interacted with directly as much as him. I was both eager to have a friend and curious about his sex life. Read more »

[FM] Sucking off a tall, hot stranger on an overnight flight

This was two years ago. I have a thing for tall guys, and I was quite happy to find myself seated next to a particularly hot one—blue eyes, dark hair, early 30s, built like a soccer player—for an overnight flight to Europe. He had the window seat, I was next to him with the aisle to my right. For context, I’m a dirty-blonde 23-yo with a big smile and a great rack. I was 23 at the time.

Anyway, long story short, we chatted a bit, watched the same movie, chatted a little more, and I was loving his laid-back vibe so much that it just popped out:

“When they turn the lights down, can I suck your dick?”

He looked surprised, and then excitement swept over his face as it sunk in. I almost laughed, he looked like he’d won the lottery. But instead I managed to hold his gaze with a direct, steady smile.

Him, stammering: “Uh, yes”

Me: “Cool.” Read more »

The Porn Cameraman Finally Gets His Due [M/f/f, Blowjob, Outercourse, Filming]

I was getting pretty tired of my job here–cameraman for “Coed Cocksuckers.” Danny, the male “talent” and producer was a prick. And so fucking sleazy he felt like *the* paradigmatic porn producer stereotype. He had me come into the “office” at 8 AM today to set up a shoot. Now, it was 10 and he was nowhere to be found. Just as I was packing to walk out–*fuck this place*–there was a knock on the door.

Expecting to find Danny, I opened it with an exasperated look–ah, no, two young, hot girls. A blonde and a brunette. Both nearly a foot shorter than me. The blonde wore a short, tight, tan skirt and a white blouse. It was pulled taut around her obviously very large tits, showing the outline of a bra underneath. The brunette was in a simple, black dress and a denim jacket.

“Danny, right?” The blonde asked. “I’m Jessie! We spoke on the phone about the shoot for me and my friend, Lydia.” She grabbed the brunette’s hand as she introduced her.

I was still groggy–and pissed, about to walk off the job–when they mentioned Danny. I was about to tell them that he was a prick and had stood them up, but, wait. No, he didn’t. He’s right here. Read more »