Tag: Fisting

Three Years a sex slave Pt 8. [FF] [MFFF] [Inc]

Emma’s eyes grew as she watched the first erection growing. That it was our dad’s, well, that didn’t make a bit of difference. I’d already made her cum once and her tongue was buried deep in me when we were caught by our parents, but they understood. Well, they should, I’ve been fucking them both since my 16th birthday. Now Emma was legal, and she knew about our arrangement, I would hope she would join in.

Emma is trim, svelte, supple, fit, beautiful and eminently porkable. That she still has her hymen was unexpected, a bonus. She also thought she was a lesbian, but too afraid to do anything about it until now. I’m bi, mom is bi, so it is probable that Emma is too, but she needs the opportunity to prove it for herself, to herself. A bit earlier than I thought, but that’s okay, I was going to try and talk her into a threesome, but guess I don’t need to now.

Mom was already naked and on the bed, behind me and caressing my breasts, I had Emma by the shoulders and kissing her. I felt mom’s hand reach out and touch Emma’s breast and Emma didn’t react other than with a slight gasp. Maybe she thought it was me, but maybe not. Read more »

A New Year’s story: The first time I ever made love as opposed to just having sex [MF] (We fell in love online – agreed to one-off meeting, then never contact again)

This isn’t just a rant about great sex; it’s a true story about the only time I ever truly ‘made love’. Like everyone, I enjoy sex that’s quick and cool and purely physical, but this wasn’t that. If you want to skip ahead to where it gets really hot and explicit, you can scroll to the line break, but I think the emotional weight of the situation is important too, so I’ll just quickly mention that our relationship began online and became as profound as any love I’ve ever had. But it was also impossible – we were worlds apart, caught in the wrong time and place, and our need for each other began affecting every aspect of our ‘real lives’ so deeply that we had to do something – anything. So, we agreed that we would finally meet up. Just once. Then, whatever happened, we’d make a resolution to say goodbye forever. Read more »

Rendezvous [M] [F] [Str8]

Rain pouring outside chases us into the doorway of a motel right by the road. The lights inside are dimly lit, but warm nonetheless. I look over to you kicking off your shoes revealing soft white cotton socks underneath and plop tiredly onto the edge of the bed as I shut the door behind us. I remove my shirt and walk over to the AC and turn it on. You complain that you’re chilled to the bone, but I assure you that you wouldn’t be for long. With the lights around the room already dim, I walk over to you at the edge of the bed. You motion to remove your wet shirt, but I stop you by placing my hand over yours.

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Slowly wrapping my arms around your waist, I lean in and gaze into your eyes. My lips move dangerously close to yours, I can practically taste your sweet breath. Motioning my hands beneath your shirt, my warm fingers find your chilled soft waist. My face slowly slides down your face and to where your neck meets your shoulders, right where you feel my hot breath. My fingers gently lift your shirt up your soft body as my hands feels up your every curve. Your breathing quickens. My hands pause by your bra, knowing what beasts they hold behind a thin layer of cloth. Your heartbeat quickens. Sliding your shirt over your head, I pause just when your vision was about to be clear, being covered by your shirt. Read more »

The Rabbit Hole Part 13 [FF] [Hypnosis] [Mind Control] [Doll] [Forced] [Exhibitionist] [Free Use] [Threesome]

**Chapter 13: The Rest of Your Life**

**Nadia**

Nadia woke up to Penny’s command. Before a thought could dart through the stream of her mind, she was Dolly again. “We have a big day ahead of us,” said Penny. “I need your help to get me ready.”

Penny made Dolly give her clothes that would fit her. There wasn’t much, but Dolly found something that was a little too long on Nadia and therefore a little too short for Penny. It was a simple sunflower dress, making Penny look girlish. Not that Dolly thought Penny looked girlish. Dolly didn’t think at all.

Dolly was ordered to put Penny’s makeup on. The first time wasn’t good enough, so Penny made Dolly do it again. Dolly fixed Penny’s hair. Penny didn’t like the first two styles that Dolly tried. At first, she wanted Dolly to be expressive, artistic, and creative, but Dolly wasn’t capable. Instead, Penny walked Dolly through the mechanics of doing her hair with precision. She wanted her hair curly, in a ponytail, with two perfect curls dangling in front of her ears. She spoke like an instruction manual, and Dolly operated without failure. Read more »

The Teachers Pet

The Teachers Favorite

George Tanner was tired. The kind of tired that seeps into your bones and causes your eyes to ache. There was a pressure building in his head and he knew a headache was coming on fast.

Teaching high school was not his calling, not really. When he got his degree in history, he had thought he would be a high-powered lawyer. But law school was expensive, and the bills kept coming. So, he accepted this teaching job at the local Catholic school. The pay was horrible, the students annoying and unenthusiastic, and the harsh florescent lighting was almost as bad as the lack of funding.

But today was Friday, he had to finish grading a few more papers and then he was home free. Free to get drunk and watch porn, jerk off, and then fall asleep on his couch.

Maybe he would order a pizza.

As he pushed the door to his office open he noticed all his lights were on. That in itself wouldn’t have alarmed him, but the student sitting on his desk was enough to alarm him. Read more »

[MF] I (m41) spent a night in an Airbnb with a colleague (f24) and… things happened

TL;DR: I spent a night in an Airbnb with a colleague and showed her how her body should be used.

I work with an insanely attractive woman and since we’ve been working together we’ve discovered we share a lot of the same kinks. We talked about them extensively and agreed on safe words and limits. One fantasy that we both get off on is CNC, and that’s something we chatted about a lot. Eventually, that turned into trying to touch her without her explicit consent, a game that turned us both on hugely.

Just before lockdown, we had to stay overnight in a big city for a job. Instead of booking hotel rooms, I booked an Airbnb because I wanted her somewhere private. I knew I was going to try and fuck her, and I hoped there was going to be a struggle and I didn’t want to worry about someone seeing us. Read more »

A fallout 4 literotica story

Pleasure sold well in goodneighbor.

The entire place was a dump. Filled with wasters. Gangs, and most of all, prostitution. A lot of women, including myself, spent our lives pleasuring the ladies, gentlemen, and ghouls of Goodneighbor. I didn’t really care for ghouls, so I stayed away from them. But it was a living. I mainly stayed at the third rail. They tolerated my presence there. And since I didn’t have an “employer”. There wasn’t anywhere else I *could* go to.

I mean, there was the metro system.

The Third Rail gave way to the ‘underworld’ of Goodneighbor. Sex *Really* sells there. They got freaky shit, strip clubs. And fighting arenas. Top notch quality. They also had all the lower chem bosses under Hancock. I stayed away from there too. Not my style.

So there I was. Standing in my leather-chain ‘strip-suit’ waiting for someone to come along and pay me for my services. An hour later. I spotted a woman entering the bar. Classic gunner outfit. Camouflage crop-top. And a big gun.

Yep, she’s a taker.

I walked up to her, no reason to be shy when asking someone to pay you for sex. Read more »

Bdsm/waterboarding/piss play/consensual abuse (true story) ???

My piss waterboarding story ? ??(long read and some babbling for background depth)

I remember this session so vividly as it was one of my all time favorite sessions.

My (ex)Daddy and I would plan our sessions once every week or so.
The weekend we had scheduled previous, I’d let him know the afternoon of, that I was canceling last minute.
Unbeknownst to me, Daddy used PTO to make time for me, so you can imagine how LIVID he was at me.

I knew this next session I owed Daddy big.
I KNEW he was not going to go easy on me.
I was terrified.
But to be frank, I was always terrified of my Daddy. And I’ll explain why….

A little background on Daddy, he is a cop, in EXTREMELY good shape… I used to tell him he reminded me of a Greek god statue.
He practiced BJJ. He was disciplined, and educated so not only was he physically intimidating, he was very emotionally intimidating …Every thing about him terrified me. But in all the ways I loved to be terrified. Read more »

Holly’s Tales…Part 10

I can feel her on my left side now and I feel her hand on the top of my head, stroking my hair. Her fingers begin to gather my hair together, until she has a ball of it in her fist. She controls my head; I have no ability…or desire…to stop her. My hair is yanked back and my head lifted. Behind the blackness of my blindfold I can feel the lines of drool from my breasts to my chin.

*I don’t care…*

A sharp nail traces a painful line down my spine to the valley below. The nail becomes a finger as her hand grips my ass so that her middle finger is now between my spread cheeks.

*Please…yes…*

Her finger slowly glides down until I feel the tip of it resting on my asshole. I gasp, sucking in air. She moves her finger further, and I can feel it slide between my lips as she discovers my secret. I am, literally, dripping juices. I feel her fingers exploring me, gently gliding up and down.

*My clit…please touch me…* Read more »

Three Years a sex slave Pt 7. [FF][Inc]

I wasn’t in my bed. Light was coming in to the room at a strange angle. I wasn’t alone. M- was sitting in a chair, reading. I moved, she looked up and smiled. “You awake now? Or are you going to go back to sleep?”

“Bathroom,” I croaked. She stood and helped me out of bed, then into the adjoining bathroom. I relieved myself, then flushed it down. I didn’t care she hadn’t left me.

“Would you like a shower or to go back to bed?” M- asked.

“Bed,” I whispered, “Water!”

M- poured a glass for me as I lay back. I tipped the glass so much some of it went over the rim and down my cheeks. I didn’t care as I quaffed it. “More, please!” I gave her the glass. Another was poured and given me. I took my time, was more careful, the chill of the spill had perked me up a little. “Are you okay,” M- asked me. Apart from a dehydration headache, a sore pussy, an aching jaw, a burning ass hole, really sore inner thigh muscles, and what felt like a cut on the bottom webbing of my tongue, I was right chipper. “Fuck!” I breathed, “I feel like I had a really good night.” Read more »