Tag: Fisting

Ex Sex: Part II

He closes the gap between them before she can inhale her next breath. With one fluid movement, he hoists her off the ground and pries open her legs with his knee, pinning her against the wall with his hips. She grinds against his hard, rough denim cock, gyrating her needy, aching cunt. She *needs* him. He’s like air to her. She digs her heels into the cheeks of his ass, pulling him in as close as possible.

She gasps into his mouth in response to his intense, all-consuming kiss. His tongue invades her, searching, demanding, claiming. The force presses the back of her head against the wall.

“Adam,” she breathes into his mouth then turns her face away from him, gasping for air.

He kisses and sucks her neck and she weaves her fingers into his hair. The guttural groans from deep in his throat, vibrate against her skin, sending small shivers through her body.

Fuck he smells good. Fisting his hair with both hands, she inhales deeply and exhales loudly, his musky, sexy scent making her mouth and pussy water.

“Yes, Adam. Please…” Read more »

Dom boss catches employee in his office part 3 (his oral, sex—light spanking)

“Kneel,” he demands.

When I don’t obey him, he grabs a fistful of my hair and forces me to kneel in front of him. Before I can look up, he shoves his cock inside my mouth without warning. His length hits the back of my throat so hard that I choke. Tears start to well in my eyes and he must know how much I’m struggling to take him because he laughs.

He fucking laughs at me.

“By the time I’m done with your throat, it’ll be so sore you won’t be able to tell me to stop when I fuck you for coming into my office without my permission.”

Suddenly, I feel him bring his dress shoe between my thighs, tipping it up towards my pussy lips. I try pushing myself off him wanting to punch him–slap him–hurt him for trying to humiliate me, but his thrusts become harder and faster. My body is trembling, my sex is pulsating with need as the tip of his foot digs into my swollen clit.

“You want this so bad that you’re letting me fuck your pussy with my foot, and you’re soaking it,” he grunts, his forceful grip on my hair bites at my scalp. Read more »

After Dropping My Kids At School, I [F] Sucked of a Stranger [M] Who Payed For My Coffee.

My husband is usually the one who does the school run, but this week I was in much need of a change of scenery. WFH is starting to get really isolating and this week I decided to take a few hours to myself to clear my head each morning, drop children at school, then go for a jog along the beach and a nice coffee on the way home. Each day of my jog I would pass the same guy, by day 3 he was waving and saying hi as we passed each other. I’d say he was in his late 40s, slim runners build and looked like he was beginning to embrace the silver fox look. Yesterday like every day this week I stopped of at a nice coffee shop before heading home, but this day didn’t go as expected. Read more »

Wife (40) turns the tables on husbands (41) friend from work (38). [FMF]

“Sure, but just a drink,” was the lie S told me.

S and I had been flirting on the company instant message app for months, talking about everything related to sex and relationships, sharing stories of our best encounters, things we’d wanted to do, things we wanted to do again. The conversation always beat around the bush, it was never about what we would do to each other.

I was married, S was engaged. We got along because we both had the same twisted sense of humour. It took about 2 days of chatting to reveal our kinks to each other and from that moment on we were on a collision course.

“She works late tonight, you don’t have to worry,” was the lie I told her.

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I never told her how months before I’d been caught by my wife. Up late, stroking my cock to pictures of the curvy bookkeeper at work. She’d never sent me nudes, but S had big full milky tits and she knew how to show off with texts when she wanted attention.

When I told her I was browsing [r/biggerthanithought](https://www.reddit.com/r/biggerthanithought/) she immediately knew I was full of shit. They had met at the company Christmas party and my wife recognized her immediately. Read more »

Brothel Mardar [Sci-Fi]

By: BansheeMagee

In the gloomy wet darkness of Mardar, the bright glow of the halogen lights were the only sign of civilization. The multicolored flashes of electricity illuminated the damp street in magnificent splendor, and the digital advertisements of beautiful women seemed to attract even the low hanging fog.

Even before the plague, the Brothel Mardar was the only landmark worthwhile in the humid environment. Although there were now numerous such establishments scattered across Midora, the Brothel Mardar was the original of its kind.

The women, although breathtakingly beautiful, were all robotic. Even up close, no could tell that they weren’t of flesh and blood. Their skin was as smooth as the silk sheets that covered their designated beds, and their eyes were as bright and lovely as those of the finest models in Lamptoria City.

Brothel Mardar had all the normal pleasures of a large city saloon. Live music, cold drinks, gambling tables, and private dancers. No matter what species a guest derived from, there was always entertainment to be found at the Brothel Mardar. Read more »

Teacher Shows 18 y/o Tease a Lesson (M/F, CNC, Reluctance)

This story is non-consensual fictional content. All readers must be over 18.

I finally had found some shade in this hellscape. A bunch of obnoxious teenagers aimlessly ran around in the field in front of me. At least there were sprinklers. These were the high school’s way of lessening the blow that was an outdoor ninety degree last day of school party. Who’s idea was this?But it was worth it to see my favorite student slipping around half naked. She had always flirted with me coyly and innocently. I doubt she really knew what she was doing, it was just the way she was. It was hard to ignore her too, since she was eighteen and sexier than any girl I’d ever been with.

Luckily for me, she came up to me from the grassy field licking a popsicle. I felt bad for finding it sexual since she was only eighteen, and even more recently my student. “I’m glad I get to see you one last time after graduation.” She looked at me with wide eyes and a wet mouth. Her top cut off at the bottom of her ribs leading her pale flat stomach to her shorts which were far too short for the dress code. She was lightly soaked from the sprinklers on the field. The way she swayed as she said this deeply confused me. Surely she knew what this must look like to a man. She could perform in one of those car wash scenes in movies, her sweat beading down her breasts in this seething June weather… Read more »

The Wedding – Part 5 [MF] [Fiction]

You approach the room, and see that the door is slightly ajar, there is a post-it note pasted to it, and a scarf hanging on the handle. You can see that the DND sign is also already hanging there. “Place the scarf over your eyes, and come inside”. The scarf is opaque, so you can still make out some of the room, some shapes and you can see that room is lit with only candles. You can see Me there on the chair waiting for you, and you approach obediently, your face turned toward the floor. You know your place, and as you approach, you sit at My feet, curling your legs under yourself. I stroke your head and you moan softly. This is where you have wanted to be all evening. As much fun as the party was, you wanted to be here with your Master, your Owner, the man who makes you feel all of these wonderfully new sensations. Read more »

I (27M) admitted to my girlfriend (25F) that I was sexting another woman. Later that day she (35F) told us exactly how to fuck each other [MFF]

Like everyone, I’ve had a bit of a tough time during lockdown. Can’t see my family, can’t go to the movies, bought a bunch of defective KN95 masks, the usual. What sets my situation apart is that I live with my wonderful girlfriend, Andrea.

We’d met in college during her Freshman year, my Junior. It was a classic case of opposites attracting: she was a tiny Korean-American chemical engineering major, barely a shade over five feet and a hundred pounds. She was self-conscious, reserved, afraid of seeming out of place or unqualified. I was a burly, brash English Lit major who split his time between drinking, warming the bench for the club rugby team, drinking, mansplaining D.H. Lawrence, and drinking. But when we met each other at a party, we just *clicked*.

Our very first interaction, for some reason I can’t remember, was a 10 minute-long drunken argument over whether *Gladiator* was overrated (who was arguing which side might surprise you). Her little smile when she knew I was bullshitting a point just to keep talking to her made me weak. I eventually brought her a shot as a peace offering. Read more »

In the Closet [MF, Cheating]

I always thought when Jerry died, I’d be the first one to see it. Not that I’d go out of my way to be there. He always tried to relive the glory days. Picturing himself back on the field, hitting his fifth home run, or sliding into home plate to close a game. We had been together for as long as I remember, even if I wasn’t sold on the idea. He made a point of inviting me out to every party he threw, which at least made high school bearable for me. I wish I could say I stayed in touch after graduation, but I’d be lying. Jerry never gave up, though; he called me up whenever he heard I was in town, and sometimes I’d even stop by to drink a few rounds with him. He talked about the same stuff as always. The big game of our last year and how we brought the win home. It got repetitive, but I kept enough alcohol in my blood to numb out the monotonous parts. Read more »

Part one: Lonely Omega

Meenie waved sadly as both her sons left on the bus to boarding school. It had been hard saying goodbye every September the last two years saying goodbye to her eldest, but waving goodbye to them both left her feeling sad and deflated.

She looked at the other mothers and occasional fathers waving the bus off. many still clutched babies and toddlers. Her heart gave a jealous pang, but it swiftly passed. Meenie may miss her boys being babies, but she did NOT miss diapers and midnight feedings.

Her pack was a large one, ruled with an iron fist by a powerful Alpha and his graceful and elegant Luna. Meenie had been born to an Omega, but her father’s identity had been muddied due to her mothers’ flightiness. Because her father’s identity was unsure, she was limited in who was allowed to mate with her. Her Mother’s flirty nature had left her only able to be safely mated with a few Betas and Gammas.

She had managed to catch the attention of a Gamma twice, resulting in her two children. They were destined to be Gamma warriors and guards, while she remained a lowly Omega, born to serve. Read more »