The Sucklympics. [FM] [Fsub] [Oral] [reluc] [voy]

Some info first. This is the just an idea I’ve been bouncing around in my head for a while. I have actually written more of this than I expected, so if you enjoy this I can keep it going.

If you have any ideas or feedback please comment! I could use the karma and I’m very interested in improving.

Ding ding ding!

The round timer shook Casey from her reverie and she hurriedly got to work, not wanting to lose any further time to her opponents. She leaned quickly forward and grabbed the medium sized cock pointed at her face so she could quickly start sucking it.

The sucklympics were a well kept secret on the campus for the most part, but every attractive girl that attended zeta u knew about them. The way people spoke about them you’d think the games had been going just as long as the university, which would explain the heavily weighted male alumni staff. The general premise was this: show off how much of a slut you can be; the winner gets free tuition and lives like a queen, the losers are blackmailed into various tasks for the rest of their time at zeta u.

Slave’s Nightmare[fsub][extreme][torture][slave][pain][mutilation]

“Going once! Going twice! Sold!” The auctioneer hollered, gesturing to the winning bidder in the front row.

Kayla’s eyes opened, the fog slowly lifting from her vision as she adjusted to the light. The last thing she remembered was being at a bar with her friends. She was talking to a handsome man with blond hair and a strange symbol tattooed to his neck. She remembered it looked like a spiked dog collar wrapping around a rose. For some reason, this tattoo stood out in her mind as she tried to remember the events of the night before everything went dark. She recalled that he had bought her a drink, and they were chatting before he invited her to his place. Before she could even make her way out of the club, everything faded away. That was the last thing she remembered before waking up here, in this real life hell.

Enter Paul [Bi] [mMF] [cuck] [Mdom] [Msub] [Fsub] [huml]

I’d wanted this for so long.

Finding a younger guy to be our bull had been a fantasy of mine for years. Being in our late twenties, we’re just old enough that it’s taboo to find an eighteen or nineteen year old guy with a nice dick. I’m into age differences because they excite me. There’s something wrong about having someone much younger or older than you fuck you hard.

There are challenges with it, though. Consent is always important, and with older men it’s less of an issue. Most older men have their shit together in a way Meredith and I don’t yet. In that way, our maturity is the limiting factor due to a lack of relative life experience compared to an older bull.

With a young college guy, those expectations are flipped. There are plenty of horny and energetic men that would love to fuck a married woman, and many of them wouldn’t mind doing it in front of her husband. But we need someone that has enough of a head on their shoulders that they can communicate and understand the state of things outside of the bedroom. That takes time and patience, and we’ve gone through dozens of guys trying to find the right one. The one who understands the balance Meredith and I are trying to strike while not being so level-headed that we lose the heat young men tend to have. We still need someone ten years younger than Meredith to force her face down ass up and use her pussy like he owns it.

Point of View [Fsub/you][D/S][Breathplay][Cons][Impact Play]

I think about you pinning me down and taunting me like prey, my legs spread apart by the pressure of yours. You taunt me with your fingers, your breath, your words. You have me wrapped around your little finger. You tear off my dress and expose my breasts and pinch them and dig your fingers in. You tear off my underwear and expose my cunt, already quivering. You tell me to open my mouth and force your fingers down my throat. I take them eagerly. I close my eyes but you tell me to look at you, and I do, reverently, hungrily, moaning softly. When you take your fingers away, you kiss my exhausted lips.

Two of your fingers force their way into my cunt and I whine. You start to fuck me with them and I can’t stop, and you wrap your other hand around my throat, forcing me to stay still and surrender to you. My eyes roll into the back of my head. The edges of my brain start to go hazy. All I know is the way you’re looking at me, the way you’re fucking me, the way you have complete control over me, and how much you’re enjoying watching me lose control. You tell me to ask when I want to come and I do. I beg. Please, please may I come?

C’s Challenges [mF][hotwife][slutwife][Fsub][exh][Mdom]

Told from C’s perspective.

To be honest, I didn’t know what to think when I saw the list of so called ‘Hotwife challenges’ he gave me. I mean, they seemed exciting and all. Interesting even. But some were so incredibly unlikely. Crude, too. Not to mention purely slutty, but for no other reason than just being slutty. Don’t get me wrong, some (okay, most) did make me tingle a little, but some were incredibly unlikely.

Friday came and Carla, a friend I hadn’t spent much time with during the last few weeks, had asked if I wanted to go out with her. I asked J – it was normally a day that he and I spent together, usually in bed, me bent over the “fuck pillow” with his hard cock in my ass, until he inevitably flooded my asshole with his load. Makes me a little wet even thinking about it to be honest… Anyways.

He said I should go out with a friend for a change. He was gonna stay at home catching up on some shows or whatever. Awesome. Girls night out!

A night to start something new [FFM][bdsm][Fdom][Fsub][Mdom][Oral]

/u/solfalami and I have been playing more and more lately. She’s already posted a couple of stories, one a fantasy and one a reality, about us, so I decided I’d post my own story starring her. It was inspired by her date last night with a lady and how she described the wonder of getting to touch someone as beautiful as another woman.

Natalie and I sat on the couch. Our arms were over each others shoulders, we were leaned towards each other, and our fingers were gently stroking across various bits of each other’s bodies. Sometimes an elbow, sometimes a location much more severe.

“I can’t wait for her to get here, you told her how I wanted her dressed?” asked Natalie.

“Of course, I want to take a picture as soon as she gets here.”

Fortuitous timing, for just at that moment there was a knock at the door. I went to open it, and as I swung the door open I saw she was perfect, every detail was correct.

[Story Request] Oral Objectification: Her Gagless Throat is the Ultimate Jack Off Toy [Objectification] [FSub] [Throat Fucking] [Balls Deep] [Free Use]

Hello all, I’ve been searching for so long for a perfect story! I’ve been searching for ages and I’m honestly shocked no one has hit the spot for me yet! Here goes my shot. It’s a good challenge for someone creative that’s into objectification.

I’m looking for a perfect story of a woman begging to have her gagless throat be treated like it’s a fleshlight. Tell the male character that it exists to be one self-lubricating bottomless hole that he can grab by the hair and use any time he thought about jacking off using his hand.

You all are more creative than I am so I’m looking forward to hearing some! I hope it ends with someone begging for a massive load as far back in her throat as she can take it!

Helping a friend go through a breakup [FFM] [BDSM] [Fdom] [Fsub] [oral]

Lydia and I have always had a pretty solid relationship. A pretty standard 6 Years of talking, texting, eating together, snuggling up while watching Netflix, hanging out with friends. You know, the usual couple’s stuff. We had sort-of terrible childhoods, so we both agreed from the get-go that marriage and kids were off the table. And like normal couples, we had our fights, but they never got too bad and we always made up afterwards. Overall, a near-perfectly average couple.

The one thing that kept nagging at us both, though, was the trouble we had in the bedroom. I say “trouble,” but I could really describe it as more of a “speedbump” than anything. See, we both have pretty dominant personalities behind closed doors, so when we tried… you know, “experimenting,” nothing seemed to work. There was just no passion, no real dynamic between the two of us, no matter which end of the whip we found ourselves on. So, as you can imagine, our sex life has been pretty vanilla for the past 6 years.

Becoming His Whore [whoring] [Mdom] [fsub] [Master]

**Becoming His Whore**

Elle sat nervously as the Uber took her to the strangers house. Her hands played with the fabric of her skirt as she looked out the window.

She was dressed exactly as her Master had instructed. His choices had been rather limited, as Elle had been a good girl in her past life. But he picked a tight black crop top, a black ruffled mini skirt, and her tallest 4 inch black heels. Underneath she wore a lacy black bra and a tight black thong. She could already feel herself getting wet in anticipation.

***

The driver dropped her off outside a small house in the suburbs. As he drove off, Elle immediately became self-conscious. She was standing out here, alone, looking like a whore. Which, it turns out, she was.

Elle took a deep breath, then walked up the driveway to the front door. Again, she stood there for a while before getting the courage to knock on the front door. After a minute it opened.

Inside was a tall man, dressed in a t-shirt and jeans. He had brown eyes and straight brown hair. “You’re Elle?” he asked, looking her up and down in the dim light.

Amy’s visit to the Army base – Part 3/3 [FM, MFM, masturbation, exhibitionism, threesome, oral, Fsub, Mdom, rough sex, anal, aftercare]

**Part 3**

He threw her onto the table, pinning her down with his icy glance, his face motionless but for a muscle twitching on his jar, giving away the wild feelings underneath that iron self-control. There was something terribly arousing about the hardly concealed anger of this strong and restrained man.. probably the knowledge that this anger was rooted in an unruly desire for her, a desire so strong it would have overwhelmed any lesser man long before…

Looking her straight into the eyes he slowly took his gun out of its holster and placed it on the table next to her face. She couldn’t help following the weapon with her eyes, admiring the utilitarian beauty of the well-kept Beretta M9. Intuitively deciphering that gaze for what it was, he picked the gun up again and – after carefully checking the safety – laid it down on the creamy skin between her gorgeous breasts. It felt wonderfully cold and heavy against the warmth of her skin. Thinking that firearm could kill her in an instant… that he knew perfectly well how to handle it… was incredibly exciting! Looking down at her, naked and spread out on that table before him, his gun rising on her thorax with the rhythm of her heavy breathing, he slowly started to take off his fatigues.