My friend 30 [M] asked me 21 [M] to join him and his gf 19 [F] in a threesome.

Names arent real and sorry for my english*

When I moved to USA back when I was 17 I started working in a restaurant, and soon made friends with everybody there, but specially Rick.

Rick was a cool guy. He played bass because of that we became close friends fast as I played guitar. We was the one show me the city (NYC) and the best places. He would through a lot of parties in his apartment. And because he was the bartender of the restaurant his parties always had a lot of people.

When I turn 18 our relationship became stronger. We started to take girl to the same room. And fuck them by each other’s side performing all tons of scenes we watched in porn. We would share the girls, sometimes fuck the same girls. We even met a girl who asked for DP. Damn, those were crazy years.

The years passed and when I turned 20 he met a girl and started to date her. Lets call her Ingrid. She was open minded, there was no tabu for sex to her. She was also kinky. But, the relationship seemed pretty serious. Soon, our fun ended, we played less together (she also plays guitar). Less and less he would become distanced.

[M]y first time at a Swingers Club!

Throwaway account…

Ok, so really long post. Skip to the dashes for the freaky shit!

So, I’m traveling for work last week. Typically when I travel, I try to hit a local strip club or make my way to a bar in my attempt to bring something back to my hotel. I don’t know, it’s just something about being in a new city and a company paid hotel room that gets me horny AF lol.

Anyways I’m traveling this week as usual, doing my Google searches for freaky establishments in this undisclosed city. A popular swingers joint pops up (they must have an awesome SEO strategy) and my curiosity gets the best of me.

To be clear, I have absolutely no idea what goes on in these types of places but they made their venue sound like Coochie Disney Land! Why the hell haven’t I looked into this shit when I was in my 20s?

Anyways, I get to the Event Calendar page and see that it’s freakin’ BBC night lol. Now there’s a lot of stereotypes out there about us Black men that I don’t appreciate (stop listing them out in your head). But this whole BBC thing, yeah I’ll take that one all day. Fortunately, I’ve been blessed down under so I feel like this event was calling my name.

Self Bondage Experience: A Dark and Stormy Night [F][Self-Bondage][Outdoors][Predicament][Exhibitionism][Masturbation]

[CW: Self-Bondage, Outdoors, Masturbation, Predicament, Exhibitionism, Dirt, Mud, Fear, Peril]

I was recently asked about interesting experiences I had with self-bondage, while I was talking about it a lot of memories came flooding back and thinking about them had me quite excited. So, I decided alongside my fantasies it would be fun to write these stories up for people to read. Well fun and just a little humiliating having everyone know what a naughty girl I was back then. Please keep in mind though that these are old memories, and I will be telling them with a little artistic licence. These are not guides, they are stories, and you should not try recreating any part of them.

It’s hard to pick one to start with but one of my more interesting experiences was pretty early when I was just getting into bondage and exploring so it seems a good place to start. I was around 18 or 19 at the time and still living with my parents, so not having my own space during the night I would sneak down to the bottom of the garden and play in the old shed. It was old but solid and most importantly big enough to have the space to play. It was rarely used outside of storing gardening tools.

Surely a little switching won’t hurt.. [F/M] [blowjob] [WOT] [Doggy] [Male orgasm denial] [Mild bondage]

As I mindlessly play with your hair while we cuddle on the couch, my head is on your chest and I feel very comfy and warm. I inhale deep and slow, just to fill my head with your scent. I close my eyes and hear your heart beating loud. I brush my legs against yours and I feel your warmth…

My finger travels to your forehead, trails across your nose, down to your lips and chin, and down to your chest. I make little circles and scracth lightly, and that made you chuckle.

“What is it, babe?” You asked. Your voice soft and kind, as one of your hand brushes my back lightly. I shiver to your touch.

“I wanna do things to you,” I murmur, my fingers now scratching lightly down to your hips. As if on cue, I can feel your bulge hardening, pressing against my belly. I look up, meeting your eyes, and I plea… “Would you let me?”

Your smile widening momentarily before you come closer to kiss me softly. “Of course, baby, do as you please,” you whisper as your hand tucks my hair behind my ear. Oh baby, the things I’d do to you…

Beneath the Bleachers [MF] [Bondage] [Femdom] [Oral] [PIV] [XL story]

It’s a teenage cliche – making out under the bleachers during a football game. Almost considered a rite of passage in most parts of the Western Hemisphere. Unfortunately, neither of us were cool or popular enough to have experienced it ourselves back in the day. As we wandered the local track circuit of your former high school (nearly 20 years after our respective graduations), you lamented about missing out on that particular magic moment. You were a band geek, and girls just didn’t pull guys from the woodwind section underneath the bleachers.

The mental image of a flag bearer sneering at your flute has me rolling, but in all honesty I can’t relate. I attended a French Catholic academy so strict that students were separated by gender during assembly even though it was the early 2000’s. I shudder, remembering how many times I heard “leave room for Jesus” during school dances. No bleacher make outs for me. Not that the austere school environment did me any good; I grew up to be a deviant just the same. We wrap up our walk in comfortable silence, but the seed of an idea has been planted.

Luna in the woods pt 1

Luna and Mason hiked from their ranch home, deep into the red wood forest that filled more than 200 acres of their property. Though, the red woods were already dense on the property when they bought it, they planted hundreds more spanning outwards from the center of the property where their ranch is located. The Blythe Reserve is a registered nature reserve and is protected from hunting, however, it’s not open to the public. Every month, Luna and Mason spend a few weekends camping in different places throughout the property to monitor the animal population. This weekend they are hiking to the densest part of the forest, many miles from their home. The whole hike takes about 2 hours on foot but they use an atv as far as the terrain will allow and then walk the last few miles, making the trip about 45 minutes one way. Now that they’ve arrived in the clearing they use to camp, they pitch their tent and start a fire. This area is always perfect for camping because there is a small stream that runs through it, and the canopy from the tall trees provide some shelter from the rain. This time of year it’s cold so, Mason decided to go collect firewood while Luna unpacks their bed.
“I’ll be back in about an hour.” Mason said to his wife as he leaned down to kiss the top of her white-blonde hair. “Okay, baby.” She replied as she hugged him around his abdomen.
Mason runs the ranch during week days so he’s tan and rugged with his dark curly hair, thick beard and broad shoulders. Physical labor has given him firm muscles but he never gets big and bulky. Covered in tattoos from his neck to his hips, and standing at 6’ 7”, he towers over his spouse, and intimidates most people that don’t know him. Mason has a deep voice, but it’s kind and his eyes are dark, making him hard to read.
Luna is a small woman standing around 5’3”. She is petite and curvy with blue eyes and blonde hair.
Mason left the tent and walked off into the woods in search of kindling. Luna unstrapped and rolled out the down futon mattress that they use for camping. She began to set out the pillows and blankets when somebody crawled into the tent and grabbed her from behind, placing tape over her mouth before she could scream. Mason and Luna spent a lot of time doing physical hobbies together such as martial arts and archery. She was far from defenseless, but her attacker was easily able to counter her attempts at defense. She soon found her self with her arms pinned to her chest and a hand around her throat. Her assailant pulled her closer, pressing their body, against her back. She was still struggling against them, when she heard a familiar voice. “Don’t fucking resist me. All right.” Mason stated firmly as he kissed her cheek. “Yes.” Luna tried to reply through duct tape. “Yes?” Mason asked as he grabbed a handful of her hair and turned her to face him. Without letting go, he asked “Are you trying to trying to say yes sir?” Luna nodded in agreement and he took her coat off, throwing it to the side. He leaned down and growled “good girl” into her ear, while retrieving the bondage rope from his coat pocket. He kissed Luna furiously and then let her go. “Cross your arms over your chest.” He instructed her, and she obeyed. He took the tape off of her mouth, and began to tie the rope around her back and torso in a web like shape. While he was tying the rope, he said “You are about to experience something new my darling. Do you trust me?”
“Of course I do.” She replied. He smiled at her as he finished tying his intricate trap and bound her wrists to her abdomen, under her breasts. “Mmmm, you’re such a good girl, now stand up.” He sighed as he pulled out more rope. He unlaced her boots and gently lifted her legs to remove them. Mason tied Luna’s ankles together, placing the rope under her pants, and over her socks. He stood on his knees and looked her in the eye “How much do you trust me?” He smirked. Luna stammered for an answer while he placed a blindfold over her eyes. She was trying to quantify her feelings for her master and husband. So she was distracted when he placed the bit gag in her mouth. “Ssshh.” He said while he secured the strap on the back of her head. “I don’t expect you to have an answer for that. But I do expect that I’ll have my answer in a bit.” Mason stood up and wrapped one hand around the rope on her ribs and placed the other one in the front of her jeans. “Do you remember your safety signals?” He asked in a low voice. “Mmmhmm” she nodded. “Perfect.” He said. Then, in one swift motion, he used his leg to pull hers out from under her so that she was falling backwards. Except, she didn’t fall. He caught her and lowered her on to the bed. He took off his coat and set up a camera to record what he was about to do his wife. They’d been married for 15 years, but he’d only been her dom for about half of that. Somewhere along the way she admitted that she’s into being dominated and they discovered BDSM together. The camera was new, he wanted her to see it later.
He laid down next to her and spent some time feeling her body in appreciation. After some time he asked “Are you attached to this outfit?” Luna shrugged. “Can you replace it?” He asked. She nodded yes and he rolled on top of her. Straddling her legs. “Don’t move.” he instructed her. Mason pulled out a large hunting knife and used to it impale the chest of Luna’s top, and ripped it open to expose her under shirt. Frustrated with her choice to layer her clothes he cut the straps off her shirt and bra and pulled them aside, exposing her breasts. He smiled with satisfaction as he reached out to grope them with his free hand. Luna sighed with relief when the knife she couldn’t see was no longer against her skin. She trusts Mason with everything, but cold steel against your chest is a lot more intimidating when you can’t move or see. Mason crawled backwards, towards her feet. Pausing, to unbutton her jeans and take them down with him. Of course, he couldn’t take them off with her ankles tied, so he cut them off too.
Despite their 15 years together, Luna was feeling self conscious as she lay there. Exposed and vulnerable, wearing lavender cotton underwear, she couldn’t help feeling the opposite of sexy because she had chosen clothes for the day based on their warmth. She always dresses up for a scene, it gives her confidence. And he always tells her she could “wear saddle blankets and baling twine and still be gorgeous”. At that moment Luna grew suspicious of her master’s intentions. She was concerned this was about her lack of self esteem and working on it in some way. That subject always makes her uncomfortable, and he knows that. For 15 years he’s tried to make her say something nice about herself and for more than 15 years she’s been unable to like herself. Luna briefly considered ending the scene but she didn’t want to transition into aftercare. Dealing with that would be worse than whatever’s about to happen, not because Mason would be mean or abusive, he would want to know what she needs and how to help. Luna wasn’t capable of identifying that to herself right now, let alone him.
She was lost in thought for a moment and was surprised when the kisses on her legs had moved to her inner thighs. After a few seconds, they stopped. She felt his knife against her hip.
“I like to believe that I know you pretty well. So, I’m guessing that you are not feeling very comfortable laying here, with no control over how you look to me right now.” He said in a soft voice while he cut the sides of her panties and ripped them away from her body. She hated how right he was but she mumbled in agreement around the bit in her mouth.
“Thank you, for telling me the truth. But, I want you to relax. So, you are going to wear these ear buds. They’re playing your playlist for… these occasions. If you get cold, thirsty, uncomfortable, sad, whatever you need, use your hand signals. I’ll be watching.” He said ashe placed them in her ears. She didn’t understand what he meant when he said he’d be watching. Though, she felt excitement travel up her spine when she thought about the possibilities. For a few moments it was so calm, she wondered if she was alone and then she felt her husband slide his head between her thighs and lick her. He sucked on her clitoris until she was biting her gag and shaking.
Luna was not prepared for what happened next.

Dr. Deepika Part 4.2 – Deepika Gets a Helping Hand from the Hospital Staff [nonconsent][drugs][bondage]

[Ealier parts of Deepika’s story can be found here: https://reddit.com/r/u_Numorloc/comments/q7na2j/longer_multipart_storymegathread_dr_deepikas/ ]

[Deepika Exposed](https://i.imgur.com/LDU5DlY.jpg)

The fog of ketamine rapidly lifting, Deepika sneers thinking of the fucking audacity of Derek’s assault as she stomps away from the ER. Seething, she’d love nothing more than to take care of it. To report him and get him fired. To cut off his balls before shoving them down his throat. If she were to kill him, could she use the hospital incinerator to dispose of the body… or is there a better option?

“Stop it” Deepika thinks to herself. Slowing her pace and forcing herself to take a deep breath. Between the asshole fucking with her life, the rapes and blackmail, and the drugs and changes that have been made to her body, dealing with Derek is just like… 12th on her list of things to deal with. And almost the entire day wasted getting nowhere. First to get her blood test started so she knows exactly what’s been done to her. Then determine what’s on the fucking USB that’s so important. Maybe there will be a clue there. The last deadline she’d been given will be expiring tonight, and if she’s not going to complete the task, she might as well use it to try and get a step ahead.

Playtime

The room was adequately prepped. I had spent some time putting together my new toy, waiting for the right moment to get to use it. Tonight was that day. After a few weeks of sitting in the case, it would finally get broken in.

The bed was covered in the necessary waterproof cover. A preventative measure. After all, I will be sleeping on it later this evening.

Earlier, after a conversation with my sub, I gave her an instruction, one that signaled tonight would be “play time”. Shortly after work, I handed her a plug.

“Go put this in”

“Oh. Are we planning something?”

I returned her an obvious, but stern look. That was not the answer I wanted or expected. No one wants an order questioned.

“I’m sorry, yes Sir”

While she slipped off to the bedroom to prep, I took the liberty of going outside for a smoke and some light reading. After some time, she decided to come out and join me. She walked fairly normal, but I could see a little hitch in her step. An outsider would never notice, but I could. I’ve stared at that ass a million times, intimately familiar with its movements, shape, and contours. I could tell that she did as instructed, but I had to push it further.

Tales from Starship Rimshot. THE HERMAPHRODITE KING

Autumnal Orgy on Vega Prime

The Hermaphrodite King invited Princess Hypatia to a three-day equinox orgy on Vega Prime. This was entirely new sexual territory for the reclusive philosopher-mathematician from the far Prometheus Cluster. Polyamorous interactions were beyond her personal experience, but her curious mind wanted to know more, and she completely trusted her cheerful, humorous and highly-intelligent friend the Hermaphrodite King. She personally enjoyed and admired his long penis as it dangled mockingly, like a puppet with slack strings. And she certainly smiled and laughed out loud when the royalty scepter stood tall, full-up like a proud conquering warrior! She also enjoyed his soft, large female breasts, snuggling her face against them, and feeling comforted like a child.

Hypatia found the King so unusual, comfortable and fun-to-be-with, she could not refuse his invitation.

Me, Serge and the two nymphs — WIP — Femdom/Bondage/Dubcon MM/spanking/humiliation

Story is based on a recurring fantasy I’ve been having. Any comments/notes/ideas welcome <3 Note as the title says, this is a WIP, not very polished, but hopefully there are enough ideas here that you can see where I’m going with this.

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I’ve been magically kidnapped by two young nymphs to their colony in the wilderness. These nymphs require semen to survive the way vampires require blood, so each pair of lover nymphs is assigned a boy by the high priestess, for them to regularly milk as they please.

Now, I’m bigger than these two girls, and if it were just the three of us I could take them out and make my escape, but in addition to a milk-boy, each pair is also assigned a body guard. Their guard’s named Serge and he’s younger than me too, but lean and muscular and good at wrestling. He does the girls’ bidding and his instructions are to enforce my discipline.

The girls want a good load from me each time they milk me, as their life depends on it, and they only milk me once every week or two to get a good build-up, so they keep me in a chastity belt between milkings. The only time they release me other than that is for regular tease sessions, so that I produce even more when the time comes.