They sat at the table in the bar, a nervous tension between them, she was playing with her hair and grinning into her drink. She could smell him sitting so close to her, it was intoxicating. They had been making small talk for a while, she would coyly look at him and blush, and he would smile back knowing the devilish thoughts in her head. She tapped her long red nails on the side of her cocktail glass, intentionally crossing her legs so that her thigh was incredibly close to his chair. He took the opportunity and lightly put his hand on her calf. He felt her body respond, almost flinch, under his touch, and he laughed slightly. She was watching his hand move up her leg, to her knee, where his fingers deftly played with the back of her knee, causing her to squirm slightly in her seat. She was still watching his hand, almost too nervous to look him in the eyes, to betray the composure she was quickly losing. It had been so long since he had been able to touch her, the sensation seemed to be amplified like never before. His hands kept slowly moving up her leg, caressing her thigh, moving towards her hip. He heard her gasp slightly, knowing that how they were sitting, no one else could see his hand, and he knew that excited her. “Look at me,” he growled. She hesitated, and she felt his fingers dig into her thigh, a little painfully, but it made her comply. She looked into his eyes, his body leaning over the table so their faces were so close. “Don’t disobey me, little one,” he whispered. Her eyes were open wide, her mouth slightly open, he could tell her breath had quickened. “Your skin is so soft,” he opined, as he continued to lightly run his hands over her thigh. “You have missed my touch, haven’t you?” he asked, grinning at the arousal so obvious on her face. She just nodded her head in reply. “Uncross your legs,” he demanded. This time she didn’t hesitate. His hands slowly moved towards the crease between her legs and body, he remembered how she would always jump when he touched that area like he was able to send a shock through her. Sure enough, she did, and he laughed. He sighed and let out an almost silent growl, loud enough for only her to hear. He saw a grin tug at the side of her mouth in response to his primal noises. “You HAVE missed this haven’t you?” he teased, as he ran his hands back down her leg and kneaded her calf. She blushed and looked away. He grabbed her chin and turned her head back towards him. “I asked you a question.” She smiled. “I’ve missed this,” she purred back. He grunted and sat back in his chair, devouring her with his eyes. This time she didn’t shy away from his glare, although it always made her just slightly nervous, she relished that feeling.
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We met on the Freeway [MF] [Str8] [Anal]
There you were. We were both stuck on the freeway and made eye contact. We exchange glances and it was obvious our interests were peaked. I had seen you before a few times and knew we worked near each other. As we continued down the freeway in stop and go traffic, I rolled down my window and said, “Hi”. You rolled down yours and replied as well.
My heart was racing as you acknowledged me and I could feel my cock growing in anticipation. I asked how your day was going and you said it was going good because you left early, anticipating the heavy traffic. I explained how I had seen you before on the freeway and that we actually worked near each other. You were surprised, but excited to know, that I had noticed you. I asked if you had time to stop by the coffee shop for a quick bite to eat and drink, to which you agreed. We had about 30-45 minutes before either of us had to be at work.
Ate out my in-law in the bathroom [FF] [MILF] [cunnilingus].
This happened a while ago but I still touch myself thinking about it every now and then. It was at my sister’s wedding rehearsal dinner; I already met my new brother-in-law and his family a couple times before then.
They’re a handsome family I’ll admit, but my eyes were always drawn to his (blessedly single) mother. She was in her fifties with crow’s feet, deep laugh lines, and piercingly blue eyes. She always dressed pretty conservatively but even with the layers of sweaters and jeans she had on, I could tell by the outline of her bust and hips that she had a rocking body underneath. In fact, there was this one time I was helping her prepare this huge dinner to get to know the new family. I was trying to reach for the flour on top of the fridge, but I’m a solid five feet even with shoes on. She must have heard me struggling because the next thing I knew, I felt a pair of soft, plush pillows on my back as she reached up from behind me to grab the ingredients herself, her hand resting on my hip for balance. My neck was heating up by the time I turned around; she only had a couple inches on me but her presence was huge when she smirked down at me.
Party game [M/F]
“Hey why not we play a little game” she suggested while holding a cup of water in her fingers.
“Yeah what’s it about?”
“We’ll both take a mouthful of water and first one to spit it out or swallow loses a point”
“We can do absolutely anything to make the other party lose” she explained while she pours another cup for me.
“Yeah sounds nice” I agreed as I picked up the cup of water to partake in the game.
We were rushing a proposal till midnight, and upon completion we decided to make use of the empty office and crash on the office couch, before she suggested this game. Although tired, but had enough energy to go along with her.
“Okay ready… Go”
We both took a mouthful of water and held it in, with our cheeks slightly puffed up. She immediately put the cup down on the table and started laying her hands on my sides, attempting to tickle me.
Raising her voice. [MF]
“Fuck” she thought. Seeing the look in her masters eye, knowing that she had made a mistake by raising her voice at him. He calmly walked away heading down stairs with out saying a word. She was paralyzed, shaking and shuttering. She knew that Master was most upset when he had that look and said nothing. Her paralysis ended as the phone rang. Master, the only contact in her the phone, the only person who had this number. “H-hello S-sir..” she managed to choke out as she felt her heart thump in her throat. “ Basement, you have one minute” the voice on the other end said. The basement was Masters space, everything was his but that was HIS space. There were rules: no talking, no clothes, no free will. She descended down the stairs from their bed room and approached the basement door. It was open, in the doorway a butt plug, fairly large although not the most extreme she’d seen with master. She knew what this meant. He wanted it to hurt but not enough to fully gape her. She picked it up, her master was kind enough to leave a bottle of lube. She headed down promptly after getting it fully in. There he stood in the middle of the room wearing nothing but his boxers. There was an X taped on the floor by the table. She went and stood over it. “Hands” she heard in a stern but gentle voice. She held out her hands as master began to hand cuff her with rope. “Arms up.” She complied. Master inserted a large hook between the gap in her wrist. She was winched up till her she was on her top toes. A gag was put in her mouth, Clamps where attached to her nipples, these particular clamps had a chain with weights attached. A cart was wheeled over behind her on it a paddle, a flogger, a riding crop, a cane. They came in that order 20 lashes with each. The paddle and the flogger for her ass the crop her back and the cane for her thighs. Her breaths became sharp and labored with each strike. Her skin became flush, and had goosebumps. Her cunt was dripping. Her entire entire back side ached. The strain on her calves and wrist almost too much. After all her lashes she was winched down and bend over the table. Her legs were tied to the legs of the table her arms secured to a hook on the floor in front of the table. She felt his cock press up agains the lips of her pussy. I suppose foreplay was over. His long thick cock slid right it. She was gushing she could have easily been mistook for a waterfall. He slid all the way in. Her gag was released from behind and a fist full of her hair was grabbed. His cock slammed in and out of her wildly. Her plug was removed from her ass and shoved into her mouth as he continued to wreck her pussy from behind. She came hard His cock continued to plunder her insides as he went back and forth between her two holes. There was no love nor passion in this it was raw. Purely primal and merciless. She came over and over squirting even as his assault continued finally a loud roar overcame him as she had one last orgasm her pussy clamped and squeezed him, this brought him to his climax. As soon as he finished he took a step back and walked to her face. The pulled the plug from her mouth and shoved in his cock “ Clean” she took his cock still hard all the way into her throat. He grabbed her hair again and fucked her face in the same ruthless way he had her other holes moments before. With her hair still held he pulled out and stroked his cock to another orgasm and sprayed her face with another load of cum. He released her arms and from the hook but left them bound, her legs were also freed. Below her on the X was a pile of fluid, her cum mixed with his. “Lick” his finger aimed at the X. She did as Master grabbed her head and wiped the floor with it. He picked her up to her feet and and untied her; her knees were weak. He then picked her up and carried her up the stairs back to the bed room. She was then laid on her side as master entered the bathroom. The bath filled and master returned scooping her up he carried her to the tub and set her down gently inside. He grab the body wash and her sponge and washed her entire body head to toe. “Thank you sir” she said. He kindly smiled and kissed her forehead then went and got in the shower after her was done he helped her out of the tub and toweled her off, then picked her back up and carried her to the bed. He got in behind her and gently kissed her neck. She turned and faced him and their lips touched. She had learned her lesson never to raise her voice at master ever again.
Paying a debt
It wasn’t really her fault, her boyfriend was a drug dealer and someone had to pay. The moment he decided to skim the merchandise, he sealed her fate.
I’d been in her house for a couple of hours waiting, preparation was always key, she was going to be alone tonight, we’d sent her boyfriend to a meeting with a buyer, unfortunately, someone had tipped the cops off and he’d got himself arrested.
She was 5ft4, petite, blonde and a b cup, she was very pretty and extremely fit.
The door unlocked shortly after 5pm, she was completely unaware what was waiting behind the door, if she’d known, she would have run, very quickly and very far. As she stepped through the door, I was lurking in the dark. I reached around and held the chloroformed cloth against her mouth and nose, she fought briefly, but her build didn’t help her chances much.
She came round about half an hour later, she was disorientated. It dawned on her that it was her bedroom, but how did she get there? Why couldn’t she move?
The Organization (Prologue) (MF)
This is the first installment of a longer story I’ve toyed around with. Thoughts, comments, and feedback are all welcome. This is a secondary account but hopefully I’ll be able to keep up with it.
Prologue
I guess you deserve a little backstory so we’re all starting from the same place. My name is Nicholas Martin, though I generally go by Niko, Nicorino, jackass, or dude. I’m freshly 18, 5’ 11’’, with a more or less athletic body. I’m around 160 lbs. with a somewhat toned body that could use a bit more muscle. I’ve always been a pretty decent student, a mix of A’s and B’s with a smattering of AP courses. My mom raised me on her own though I was mostly left to my own devices as you’ll see.
This is a story of how my Senior year was ruined by circumstance which conversely yielded one of the best years of my life. I was surrounded by women and explored some of the more erotic aspects of life while guided by people I came to trust. But let me tell you how I found myself in this situation.
[MF] How I became a sexual pawn in a competition between two college rommates
I matched with Renee on a dating app and we quickly became friends with benefits. Don’t let that term fool you, it was probably 90% benefits, 10% friends. She was a doctoral student who moved into town to pursue a PhD in something smart. From the get-go, it was clear that she was in the market for dick, not for love. Lucky for both of us (and you, reader), I was more than willing to provide. After chatting for a bit on the app and sending a few snaps, I had offered to meet somewhere public first in order to grab coffee and get to know each other. She flatly proclaimed that she didn’t have time for that, and insisted I came over instead. When she opened the door to her apartment, I had barely said hello before she was grabbing my shirt and pulling me into her bedroom.
Fucking [M]y [F]latmate and her Best[F]riend on the same day
Let me paint you the full picture…(for those looking to jump straight to the more lurid details feel free, It will be marked **** Clara is softer and Laura is rougher. Enjoy with my blessing.)
**PRELUDE**
First and foremost, a little context. I’m Matt.
At the time I’m a 21 year old, second year university student who has recently ended up moving into a new flat with three people I barely knew in a rush, due to last minute organising essentially. I was also about a year out of a fairly problematic relationship that had lasted throughout my late teens to my early twenties which meant I’d spent the first year of university really exploring the benefits of single life. In short. I was an absolute man slut. Being 6’0, slim and toned with angular features blue eyes and wavy brown hair probably helped my cause. I won’t pretend I’m the most attractive person in a bar but I did quickly gather a wealth of experience that proved I didn’t necessarily have to ‘struggle’ in that department. Now, this has not only provided me with a fair few stories in my time, it also gave me quite the reputation. Naturally being known as the ‘easy fuck’ tends to have mixed responses amongst the women you get chatting to, some take issue with the narrative that is weaved around you, others it intrigues. Laura, one of my new housemates, appeared to fall into the latter category.
Amnesia Was The Best Thing To Happen To My GF [M/F/F/F/F] Part 46
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=== ***Alexa*** ===
She’s experienced, despite being in the “amateur” ring. She’s got a few good punches on me, but I’ve gotten my fair share on her. I can’t think if Chris and the others are in the stand, cheering for me, so I’ll just have to believe they are.
Coach told me that her weak point is that she keeps her left guard a bit low, but whenever I tried to exploit that she catches on. Maybe I’m just too weak. But Chris did say something, that if I keep making her think I’m going for her left, that I should mix it up and unexpectedly go for her right.
So when I threw a feint for her left and she put her left arm up to block it, along with her right hand to bolster it, I stopped short and then threw a right hook clean into her jaw.
She fell on her back with me following her, mounting her and raining down fist after first into her exposed face. After the fifth clear shot the ref threw me off and he waved his hand over her body, tapping her face in an effort to wake her up.