Tell Me [M/F] [slight D/S]

We cuddle, breathless from our little game, both naked, slightly sweaty and deeply satisfied, our heartbeats in sync. I nuzzle my face on the crook your neck and you caress my back with your warm, big hands as we both cool down. After a while, I say:

“You know, I had a very detailed fantasy lately about me being the dominant part for a change.”

“Yeah?”, you ask, curious. “I’m intrigued, tell me.”

“I’m not sure you’ll like it.”

“Tell me anyways”, you say, demanding, in that special voice that makes me do anyything you command. I sigh and give in to the inevitable.

“Well, it starts like this: We go into your room and kiss, gently at first, then I start to kiss you more passionately and bury my hands in your hair.” My voice is quiet, a little unsure whether this is a good idea, but it gets stronger as the vision starts playing in my head, a film directed by my subconscious and watched by me many times.

Sex with my childhood friend who is now a married woman [MF]

**Like I’ve said in previous posts. I figured it would be fun to go back to my promiscuous (man-whore) days and recall some of the stories from back then. I’m generally considered a good-looking guy (6’3”, dark hair, blue eyes, swimmers build, workout regularly), so that enabled me to have quite a fun sex life. These stories are 100% true and not embellished in any way. I think that a straight honest story even if not as exciting at times is a bigger turn on, so that is what I will continue to try to give.**

Brooke and her family moved into my neighborhood when I was nearing the end of elementary school. They were two houses down to the left if you were facing my house. Our neighborhood was fairly quiet. Brooke was the same age as me. She had one sister who was three years older than us. I don’t think any of us spoke for the first year or so. We would see each other from across the way, but always fell victim to the awkward feelings of youth and retreated back into ourselves. All of that changed the following year.

[MF] The Catholic School girl shtick is a real thing [Long]

When I was first met Chelsea at my friends graduation party, she was alone in the corner petting the family golden retriever while browsing her cell phone. She was the daughter of a family friend, clearly looked like she didn’t belong at parties like this and it showed. Her awkward social skills weren’t helping my first impression. Thankfully, I don’t judge a book by it’s cover. Standing tall for a woman at 5’9”, she had a farmer tan with freckled skin, strawberry blonde hair with lots of sun streaks, long lanky limbs and an ass that would make any PAWG proud. More than just a bubble butt, it was an overly exaggerated apple bottom to the point of a “daaaamn”. Even sitting down, it was something that one couldn’t miss on her. It was by far the most pronounced feature on her body. Not at all proportional to her frame. Not gonna lie, it was why I took notice of her at all that evening.

[MF] Late Night Visitor

[Fiction] [Fantasy][pt.1]

It was late. I was sitting on the couch drinking some sweet muscadine win after a healthy meal of lasagna and steamed broccoli. I was alone in the apartment when I heard a knock on the door. Getting up, I went to investigate. Through the peep hole I see my girlfriend wearing a very revealing outfit. I opened the door.

“What’s the occasion?” I asked as my cock began to bulge in my comfy sweat pants.

“I want your dick!” She exclaimed.
“It’s been two weeks since we fucked. I’m horny and want to make you cum.”

She grabbed my hand pulling me to the living room. Here she sat on the couch cross legged.

“Get your ass undressed. I plan on sucking and fucking you dry for the next two hours.” She says as she glares with an intense hunger in her eyes as she anticipates the reveal of my plump 7inch manhood.

First Post Here! A Porn Slut’s [MFM] [420] [FPOV] Fantasy…For Now…

I sit on the couch between them, stoned and surrounded by smoke.  I am so aware of his knee next to mine and the pressure of the touch when he presses forward to grab the blunt from My boyfriend on my left, our legs pressed, My toes locked around his ankles.  it is in these brief moments when I feel both of their knees pressed against mine that a surge flows from My throat to My tiny clit, leaving Me breathless.

His fingers on my hand bring Me back on the couch and out of the gutter, and I realize I can barely look him in the eye.  This isn’t unusual. After a couple of good blunts with a couple of really cute boys, I get so aware of My body, and it doesn’t take long for Me to be on the edge of orgasm, literally forcing myself not to cum from feeling the fantasies that play out in My filthy mind.

I tentatively look up at him as I reach for the stuffed smoking tobacco leaf.  He’s smirking with a little smoke sneaking out his nose and I become very aware of how wet My panties are and remember the suggestive messages I sent Just over a week ago  

[FM] Wife helps me peg myself

My wife knows i have fantasies about her sexually dominating me but had always refused to fuck me with a strapon saying it would make her uncomfortable and unfeminine to do it. I had given up on ever getting to experience being fucked when one night she asked me if I still wanted her to fuck me and I said yes. She said that she had ordered something that we could play with in the shower that might be the next best thing if I was interested. I said sure and she led me to the shower and then left and return with a large dildo about 10″ long and several inches thick with a suction cup on the bottom.

She wet the suction cup base and stuck the dildo on the wall of the shower about the height of my ass, and then lubed the dildo.

She then said “face me” and ordered me to back up until I felt the tip of the dildo.

She then reached behind me she lifted the tip of the dildo until it was level with my asshole and told me she wanted me to backup until the tip of the dildo was inside me. I reached back and took the dildo from her, positioned the head on my asshole and began to push back against it.

The Start of Learning Something New [BDSM] [Oral]

The smells of fruity femininity and hard masculinity combining in an open room always seemed to cause a rush of desires in some. Today was just like any other, until it wasn’t. The sound of a hair clippers drowning out most of what Natalie was trying to say. “So I know… well I’ve been told, what you do. You know for a living, what you teach I guess.” She stammered out, even through amounts of self tanner and concealer he could tell how much she was blushing.

“Yes?” He smiled at her, it was a turn on making her dance around the question and forcing her to ask him.

She bounced back and forth, her blonde hair swaying around her face. Blue eyes looking into his. “Well you see.” A pause as she bit her lip. “I was wondering if you could maybe teach me? I mean if you have room.”

He looked her in the eyes waiting, after a moment passed he replied. “I’ll have to think about it and see.” The look of excitement and disappointment that crossed her face was palpable. The remainder of the haircut when as normal but with less conversation. Natalie lead him to the back room where she washed his hair and did her normal neck massage. Unlike normal he was the only customer back there today. “Why?”

First time having fun with a couple [MMF] (some bi)

I’m a bisexual man in my late twenties, and one of my fantasies has always been to join a couple and service both of them. I hadn’t had a chance to play out this scenario, but when I met Eric and Sara online, and we discovered that we had the same ideas, it seemed like the perfect opportunity.

After chatting online for a while, and meeting up in a bar to get a sense of each other and see if we’d be a good fit, we agreed to meet at their house one night.

Sara was an Asian-American MILF in probably her late 30’s. Short and curvy, with long black hair, she had a pretty face with a great smile and a fantastic laugh. Eric was white, about the same age, with a body that used to be athletic but was slowly trending towards dad bod. Eric was laid back and relaxed, able to make all of us feel comfortable and disperse of any awkwardness. They were both really fun and friendly, and we clicked immediately.

The Submissive Professor (26)

Mistress Christy and her [submissive](http://slave-selection.com/?P=A787698) leave me. The door closes and I stay on my knees, exhausted with my face smeared with cum. I’m in a second state. Time passes slowly and no other client appears for the submissive professor. I’m almost disappointed. Finally, the bell that marks the end of the day rings and Mistress Chloe comes to deliver me. “WOW!!!! It stinks of ass in here. It’s so obvious. So my bitch, did we work you hard enough?” Mistress Chloe does not give me time to answer and throws my “civil” clothes at my face. “You have 3 minutes to get dressed and be presentable!”

Back at the apartment, Mistress Chloe orders me to shower, then join her in the living room. However, she allows me to take my time in the bathroom. This is a rare occasion because usually she times my showers. I gradually regain my strength under the hot water and my mind tries to make sense of what just happened, forcing me to admit to myself that I liked what happened to me. I loved being offered to these young women and to this man and liked being an object of pleasure, a sex toy for everyone to use. A used submissive straight out of the some of the [femdom stories](http://femdoming.com/fiction/femdom-student/femdom-student-submissive-professor-25/) I use to read. The humiliation, the pain, the perversity of these unique moments brought me to the edge of an orgasm. More cerebral than physical. And it’s a new world for me. Like a new release. A higher stage in my submission at the feet of my Mistresses.

The time I lived out my fantasy of fucking a hotel guest at work [MF]

My first post…this is a story from 2 years ago

The hotel I worked at had a crew of construction guys staying with us for 3 months. One of the guys, Corey, and I got along very well. The first time I saw him, I could not believe how lucky I was that I was able to see him everyday. Blonde hair, tan, tall and muscular. He looked so sexy in his dirty Carhartt overalls. Seeing him come back from work dirty and sweaty made my pussy throb.

When I thought it was appropriate, I wrote my number on a sticky note and gave it to him while he was waiting for the elevator. During most of his stay, all we did was text and chat whenever we could.

The construction crew was remodeling a business next door to the hotel. I brought them coffee and water when I could, just to see Corey work. Looking back, I realize both of us were shy, but I so badly wanted to feel his cock inside me. I knew by the way he looked at me that he wanted me too.