[MF] Kinky blowjob and throat fuck (written live while cybering with a [Fsub] lesbian)

So to give context, look at my post history and you’ll see I posted on gonewildstories recently about a lesbian I fucked. Well, that got some attention including from a girl we’ll call BS – Belgian Slut. She messages me that she was curious about cock and my story had got her so wet. We exchanged a few messages where I exclaimed the virtues of cock, things getting hotter. Before long, we were cybering. This is probably the 3rd session we’ve had.. All on snapchat with a lot of “please sir”s, and pics exchanged from both sides. I look forward to the day when I can meet her and fuck her senseless in person..

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I’d get you to start by licking up the shaft to head of my cock, that’s where it’s the most sensitive (hope you’re taking notes). Then I’d get you to run your tongue around the head, lapping up the precum leaking out in my excitement, all while looking up at me in the eyes.

Then you kiss the head of my cock and slowly take it into your mouth, tongue swirling around it, tasting the hot throbbing cock you’re taking into your slutty mouth.

Working from home has its perks. [Str8][anal][Fsub][Mdom]

You’re at your desk, working. I get behind you, wrap my arms around you and kiss your neck. You turn around to face me with an amused look on your face, the look in your eyes loving but hard. I blush, turn down my eyes and kneel without saying a word. I feel your erection growing as I undo your pants. My hand massages it through the fabric of your underwear. You close your eyes, let out a soft moan and tilt your head back, before suddenly lifting my head to look into my eyes. You get up and take my hand in yours.
“Get up, toy” you tell me.
I do as you say, a shiver running down my spine. You turn me around and bend me over your desk. I feel your hand going down the front of my pants, your fingers reach for my clit to pinch it. Gently at first, but harder as my moaning grows louder. My knees tremble and I arch my back, prompting you to pull down my pants with your other hand. My breath quickens, you lean over and I feel yours warmly brushing my ear.
“I’m going to fuck your ass, slut… are you ready for that?” you whisper.
I nod quietly as your fingers slip into my pussy, drawing out the moisture that’s been collecting there. My moaning intensifies, the sound of the wet suction on your fingers still clearly audible. You drag my wetness across my pussy, over my lips and ultimately my asshole, drenching me in my own fluids and getting me ready for your thick throbbing cock that’s been pushing up against my ass. You slide it towards my asshole, gently increasing the pressure as you reach it, your fingers massaging my clit at the same time. I grab the edge of the desk in front of me, knuckles white, and my breath turns to a single gasp as you slowly slip inside me. I hold it, while you push through.
Suddenly you’re through, my ass opening momentarily to let you in, then closing tightly around you as you pause for a moment. My hands fly open, I throw my head back and let out a loud moan of pleasure, gasping as I almost yell out: “Yes sir, yes… please, fuck me hard!”
You let go of my clit and grab a handful of hair at the nape of my neck. Your other hand holds on to my hip as you slowly push in all the way. I push back, tilting my hips to help you slide in more easily. My lower lip is caught between my teeth, I moan and push hard against your pelvis when you’re fully inside.
Suddenly you draw back and slam into me, knocking me down flat onto the desk. My eyes flutter open, I scream with pleasure and brace myself against the wall. You start fucking me, quickly, in, out, in, out, harder with every thrust while you spread my moisture all over your shaft. Your hand squeezes my flesh, the other still tightly fastened into my hair. My knees buckle, I can hardly keep myself up.
You pull out, which makes me whimper with disappointment. You pull me up, turn me around and kiss me deeply before throwing me onto the bed behind you. I crawl up to the middle, but before reaching it, you drag me back by my hips and put me on all fours on the edge of the bed. I lower my chest to the bed for balance and you push your cock into me again swiftly, in one go. My fingers grasp into the sheets, my hair draped wildly around my head. My mouth opens, gasping for air, as loud groans escape it. You ram into me, full force now, your balls hit my clit with every thrust. My climax is rising and I reach down between my legs with one hand. My voice is soft and punctuated by moans, as I beg: “Please sir, may I rub my pussy?”
Your reply is equally soft spoken, but firm as you decisively confirm.
“Yes my sweet slut, rub it and give me an explosive orgasm.”
My fingers find my clit, middle finger directly on it, index and ring finger on either side. I rub up and down, enjoying my own wetness, my soft skin slick and smooth as my fingers massage. My back arches once again, my butt pressing back towards you as you thrash into my asshole. Suddenly it rises, as a wave rolling over my spine. A mind shattering orgasm collects in the small of my back and I scream, loudly, without regard for neighbours or people outside.
“Oh my gods sir, yes yes YES SIR I’M CUMMING FOR YOU SIR OMGGGGGG!”
My lower body explodes around you, my pussy contracting hard, my whole body spasming. You have trouble keeping a grip on me and use both hands to tightly grab me around my hips. Your thick cock makes my tightening ass hurt as I howl with pleasure. You thrust a few more times, getting ready for an orgasm of your own, then suddenly it’s there. You push in, deeply. Your body tightens, your fingers dig deep into my flesh and you throb a large load into my ass as it grabs you tighter with every pulse. Once the wave subsides, you pull me onto my side and roll with me to lay behind me, your cock still inside me, your arms around my waist. Sweat sticks us together, the hairs on your chest tickle my back. I take your hands and wrap your arms around my chest, kissing your fingers, softly sucking on them to taste my own juices on them. Our legs weave together, the sun warms our skin through the window and I softly whisper with a hoarse voice: “Thank you sir…”

All the Power, Part 10 [Str8] [MFFFFFF] [Mdom] [Fsub] [oral] [anal] [huml] [fantasy]

*We now return to the main, um, thrust of the story. Feedback very much encouraged.*

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King Alleric of Barria looked across the table and smiled, somewhat awkwardly. He wasn’t looking forward to this conversation.

“I was told yesterday that His Supremacy will be vising His new palace here later this week,” the king said. “He’ll be staying for three or four days.” His Supremacy’s Barrian palace was completed months ago, at great cost and great inconvenience to the Subject Kingdom. It, of course, put the Barrian royal castle to shame.

“Okay,” Loard Markos replied. He wasn’t really sure where the old king was going with this. Markos was a young man in a hurrry, a top advisor to to the king and head of the royal treasury. He spent most of his time making sure that His Supremacy’s tribute got paid. Still, he had risen quickly for the third son of a rather obscure noble family.

“We will have to present His Supremacy with gifts,” Alleric said, clearing his throat. “Well, claims, I mean. To show our appreciation that he may grace us with His Sacred Presence.”

“I know.”

In Eden Wild [FSub][FDom][BDSM][FMMMM]

This is absolute madness. My throat became dry as I left the ride share to climb the steps to her townhouse on Manhattan’s Upper East Side. Here I am, a woman in my late twenties who left work early on the pretense of a dental appointment to play in Eden’s house on a sunny afternoon. I was waxed and washed, my make-up in place and dressed in a short champagne colored satin slip under a trench coat and impossibly high heeled strappy sandals as Eden had directed. I feel like a virgin…a virgin marching up the side of volcano to be flung in as a sacrifice to the gods.

After running my fingers through my hair to fluff it in place, I rang the doorbell. I resisted the urge to bite my lip as not to ruin my red lipstick. The door opened and Eden appeared in all of her dominatrix glory.

Perfectly beautiful, her slim body encased in a black leather bustier, tight black leather leggings, and sky high black leather heels. Her hair was pulled back into a severe bun and her make-up was impeccable with her lips topped with blood red lipstick.

At The Pleasure of Strangers [MFF][FSub][oral][colllared]

My eyes fluttered open. A soft grey morning light from an overcast day streamed through the window sheers. The mansion was dead quiet. I heard the bathroom door shut and the shower spritz on. I peeked up over the bed to see the Missus with her back towards me lying naked under duvet. I laid back down on the carpeted floor, pulling the blanket over my shoulders which ached from sleeping on the floor. My fingers lingered on the padded leather collar still around my neck. What the hell am I doing here in this sex club? Why did I allow myself to be sold to this couple; the dominant man and his beautiful auburn haired wife with boobs as big as mine? For charity, that’s why.

When they were done having fun with me last night, where I licked the wife’s pussy until my mouth hurt, they kicked me out of the bed and made me sleep on the floor beside them. I awoke naked with my long sugar brown hair covering my face. I brushed it aside.

The mattress squeaked with movement and I looked up to see the Missus gazing over the side at me. Her hair was a delightful mess.

Stories from a Dominant – Melissa – Chapter One [M/f] [Professional] [Mdom] [Fsub] [NoSex] [Setting the scene]

Stories from a Dominant

Melissa

Chapter 1

7.55pm. My watch beeps as I step out of the car, 5 minutes early for an appointment, as usual. In my five years since leaving the military, many habits have faded, some for the best, but punctuality isn’t one.

It doesn’t really seem fair to let down my guests, as I like to call them, when they are usually so eager to learn, to comply, and to behave – even when they’re trembling with nerves.

I smirk as I think back to my first guest, as I scan the front windows of my own house, noting that every blind is drawn as instructed. She’s ready.

It’s a bit of an odd setup I have for my guests, but it works for me. To give you a bit of context, I live in the rear of the house, which is completely sealed off from the front ‘office’.

I discovered many years ago that leaving first and allowing my guests to visit the office – without me there – letting themselves in, and signalling with the blinds when they were ready, solved so many problems of a semi-professional BDSM life.

Embarassed Nude Fairy – [humil][fantasy][fsub]

Lucy shifts uncomfortably. She is kneeling on her bare heels on the tatami floor. Through the open door a garden of white sand and small stones reflects the July sunshine. A soft breeze blows into the hall, causing fine strands of Lucy’s hair to waft around her face, and puckering her perfect skin with goosepimples. Her gaze is lowered to the floor, as he prefers. Lord Iwashita is manifested on a raised dais in front of her. He appears in the form of a black swirling cloud through which two red gems glitter malignantly. When he speaks his voice is a thunder that booms directly inside Lucy’s skull.

I AM PLEASED WITH YOUR SERVICE, GIRL.

Lucy fights back the urge to smile. She does *not* enjoy being a servant to him. She does not.

TONIGHT, I AM EXPECTING GUESTS. YOU WILL PROVIDE SERVICE AND ENTERTAINMENT.

“Huh?” Lucy’s head snaps up. She’s not sure she likes the sound of this. Lord Iwashita has been kind to Lucy in the weeks since her capture, but he has a sadistic streak, and a taste for carnal pleasures. Images flash inside her mind: Lucy Heartfilia craven with fear and desire; Lord Iwashita shifting his shape, flowing smoothly into the form of a dragon, a woman, a warrior, crackling and fizzing inside her, filling her completely, and coursing through her veins. The memory fills her with longing.

The Masters’ Ball [MDom][FSub][ff][bdsm][private sex club]

It’s Master and Servants week-end at The Miami Key Club, a hot members only sex club, and tonight is the Master’s Ball.

Inside the mansion, where the party raged beneath us, my boyfriend, Greg was ready to go, but was I was still fidgeting with the impossibly tight shiny black PVC bustier dress with a silver snaps down the front that Greg brought for me to wear. My waist was snatched in so tight I could barely breathe. My boobs were mashed up into two high sitting globes of flesh but damn, it gave me an hourglass figure. I finger fluffed my hot curled brunette hair before pulling up the bustier which threatened to expose my boobs.

I said, “It’s so tight.”

“It’s supposed to be tight. So we can see that sweet ass of yours.”

He slapped my shiny black ass which sent me teetering in my high hooker heels.

“Sit,” he said.

I did. He put my collar around my neck and buckled it closed. I looked up into his serious face.

He said, “You are to address me as ‘master’. Understood?”

I giggled before answering as told. “Yes, master.”

Daddy’s Gift [Mdom] [Fdom] [Fsub] [Msub]

[This is Chapter 1 of the extremely pervert BDSM story I intend to write. There will be multiple characters and both maledom and femdom. The story will be largely heterosexual but there’s also place for some bi-fun with a twinkish/femboyish character. Hope you enjoy! Also, if you’re a grammar alt-Right, feel free to check my grammar and my language; English isn’t my first language but one of the reasons I write is that I have to improve it and get a feeling for a “natural” English, etc.]

In Chapter 1, three of the main characters will be introduced:

[Mf] A little hustle on campus. [Str8] Who knew it could be so easy? [True] [[Fsub] [anal]

I’m a non-traditional college student at a local San Diego university. After taking 20+ years working in the construction industry, I finally decided to return to school and get my degree. School was not exactly how I remembered it. Although college aged, the girls seemed incredibly young. Many were so inexperienced and innocent they couldn’t recognize the perversions racing through my mind. I quickly realized that the easiest and most practical form of leverage was friendship, money, and flattery. And what do these college girls need above all else? A cell phone, money, self-esteem. It’s a simple plan. I just needed a little courage, coercion, and a few unemployed, pennyless sophomores that were willing to bargain.