I’m laid there on his bed, stripped down to my skin, feeling the breeze from his fan lick and tickle my bare flesh. Staring up at him while he kneels between my thighs, rolling the condom down with a tight fist, his weight shifting the soft mattress as he moves in closer. His dark eyes rake up and down my exposed body. My hair fanned out on his pillow, my eyes nervously taking him in, my knees bent and bowed open… my sex warm and wet from his tongue. His hand slowly but tightly stroking his cock; hard, latex sheathed, and so ready. I smile up at him, nodding my consent. His eyes don’t leave mine as he paints his tip gently up and down my slit, getting himself wet. My held breath explodes from my lungs as he rubs little circles around my clit. I whine a little, shifting on the unfamiliar bed. My ache is so deep and so cruel… So delicious. Then his body is over mine, warming my cooled skin with his. His soft lips trail down my neck, lurking around my collarbone. My fingers make their way into his soft hair as his kisses make their way to my achy nipples, warming them with his tongue. The same artful tongue that washed over my pussy and pirouetted on my clit just moments ago. “Please…” I quietly entreat. “Shhh…” He soothed as his lips worked back up my throat. It’s not just my words now. My entire body is imploring. My fingertips stroking the back of his neck, my quivering lips at his ear, my inner thighs stroking up his hips and wrapping around him, writhing gently as I try to coax him to slip into my body and end this intolerable ache. He shifts again, this time allowing his head to press against my entrance. My betraying body begging him for more. My hips gyrate and rock, involuntarily whimpering and moaning softly into his ear. “Please…” I request once more. He says nothing, but lets his head slip away from entering me, and gently grinds the underside of his shaft between my soaked lips. Oh the frustration. The ache in me dancing and spreading like flames on kerosene. “Tell me what you want.” He growls quietly, his deep voice rumbles in my chest. Taking his face in my hands, I look up at him. “I want to feel you in my depths, I need you to fuck me.” He smirked and chuckled… Setting my need ablaze. His lips found mine, barely quieting the elated cry escaping my lungs as he filled my cunt to the brim.
Tag: Fisting
Male humiliation
On Christmas break back from university…
Blake sat in the silent, small feeling office. The feeling of hard paper underneath his butt. The oppressive feeling of his mother being below him and about 3 feet to his right, on a chair.
“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
“I don’t know.”
“It’s very serious to have pain in one of your vital organs.”
The doctor entered the room and began typing things into the computer . “So how are you doing today Blake?”
“Not bad.”
“what seems to be the problem?”
“Well I have a pain in my right testicle.”
“Yes, he does. He says it started 3 days ago” his mom swiftly added.
The doctor, who was a young woman with a ponytail and a professional demeanor, typed in this information. She said in a simultaneously sweet and bored voice, “Ok well let’s get you checked out.”
“You can remain seated. I’m going to go ahead and do an ultrasound on your testicles.”
Blake wanted to be anywhere but here. He felt as if minute by minute, he was losing the will to live. The doctor then lifted up the gown to expose his member, which sat between his thighs like a pile of ripe fruit.
Diary of a Slave 4.20.20 [OC], [Sex Slave], [Master], [Mindfuck], [Titty Fucking], [Blowjob], [Cum swallowing],[Fantasy]
4.20.20
Last night, we spoke over the phone. You guided me and I opened up to you. Your silky voice soothed me and my body relaxed. I accepted that you would move through me. You explained how I had never and would never experience a man like you. There was only little doubt on my part. But you rest assured that I would experience you in more ways than I could ever imagine. I opened my mind and my body to you, and felt you intensely as your words flowed through me.
Our conversation shifted and I spoke of how my husband was to visit the following morning. It had been two weeks since we had seen each other. I had missed him desperately and needed his touch. You instructed me that I was to serve you, through him. My thoughts slightly drifted as I wondered how it could be possible. But I was intrigued and eager to please you. We said our good nights and I nodded off to sleep with thoughts of you, and also of my husband. Was I truly to experience you through him? Would I be capable to serve you through another?
Interrogation, confessions and tears [MF]
Non Fiction
” I want you to choose a secret with your other Dom to keep from me.” You proposed in the glimmering moments after a particularly steamy round. We’re both naked on my couch, my head in your lap, I’m admiring the glow and moisture in your skin from our primal exercise. You meet my gaze with a small smile.” Something fun to try, I want to see if I can make you talk.” A tingle goes through my body, you remember all the things I want to try. Interrogation being at the top next to abduction play. I want to show you how tough I am. ” I won’t talk Daddy!” Your grin stretched wide across your lips, your little Fuck Toy has taken the bait. “We’ll see about that.”
The time from that play to the day you actually showed up were quite an emotional ride. I hadn’t thought of the mental portion of the torture to come. I play with a couple as well, they had selected a video that they had made with an AP, a collage of naughty pictures taken of me in compromising positions set to the Billie Eilish song Bury a Friend. They were quite happy to oblige. I watched the video and it made me squirm, I don’t cross my worlds and to have Daddy see what I’ve been up to was a little embarrassing. I knew right then I was set to weather whatever storm you had planned for me.
Space…The Final FUCKtier Part 4 [MF]
“GAH!” Troy, the rather arrogant Tier 2 soldier crashed onto the glowing blue floor, sharp pains coating his body. The double bladed beam sword which he chose for the sparring session clanged and slid across the floor toward the class of roughly ten soldiers. They too all looked battered and bruised, licking their wounds as they watched Troy get humiliated in front of them. They giggled and murmured to themselves as he rubbed his backside trying to expel the pain which emanated from there. He slammed his fist into the ground with frustration; out of the rest of the class he had lasted the shortest time, and even then it felt like his sparring partner was playing with him.
“You handled the weapon well…but I guess thats it.” The voice of Mckayla rattled through the Valkyrie Squad training room. The rest of the leaders squad laughed as they watched the rookie rise to his feet and return to the group of Tier 2 soldiers who had their skills shown up in front of the famous combat group on the Valentine. Mckayla rested her body on the face of her large claymore beam sword, arms crossed under her black sports bra which held her chest firmly in place. Her lower body was clad in short, very tight leggings of the same colour; her sweat was being absorbed by strands of her faded blue fringe while the rest of her long hair was tied back into a bun. She quickly darted her eyes across the trainees and shook her head.
[F] Quarantine Masturbation Log (Entry 1)
**(Accidentally deleted this, reposting)**
Since we can’t be together physically during this quarantine, this is the first entry in my log to record each time I masturbate using the toys you sent me.
I wake up to some thoughtful, non-sexual Whatsapp messages from you that put a smile on my face. When I look up from my phone, the first thing I see is my unfinished glass of wine from last night and [the butt plugs on my bedside table](https://imgur.com/NvmtGfW), where you instructed me to put them. They look like decorations but serve as a reminder before bed and in the mornings to train me for the next time we meet. Your morning text and the various pink plugs on my nightstand contribute to the throbbing feeling between my legs.
Normally, I need to get ready for University at this hour. But due to the quarantine I can attend my recorded lectures when I want. I decide to allow myself a later start getting out of bed today. I need the extra time adding your decorative gifts into my routine before cumming. As you said, I need to train my association between the feeling of the buttplug and an orgasm.
A [MFF] Birthday Surprise
Long time reader, first time poster. Hope you enjoy! Sorry it’s a bit long, got a little caught up in the details.
His 30th birthday was coming up and I wanted to do something special. We had been exploring our boundaries together, him guiding me into my natural role as his sub. It’s a perfect match between his need for control and my need to be ordered around in the bedroom. He knows exactly how to push my limits without going too far and has me doing things I’ve only fantasized about. But anyways back to his birthday…
When we were done with dinner, I turned to face him in my seat, my hand resting on his knee before sliding up halfway. I told him that I had planned something for him while I let my hand slide up, reaching the top of his thigh and enjoying his growing bulge. I bent my head down to whisper in his ear to ask him to go relax while I got ready, knowing he could glimpse down my shirt and get a peek at my lace bra, barely containing my breasts. He stood up and leaned in, nibbling at my neck and ears while telling me that he would enjoy anything I wanted, as long as I was his.
I fucked one of my line cooks after service on Saturday night. [MF]
First post here so be easy on me.
If you want to go straight to the fun stuff go to the ****
This happened about 3 years ago during our busy season at an upscale Italian restaurant in the Midwest.
I run restaurants for a living, I’ve been cooking since I was 15 and had worked my way up to executive chef of a few reputable establishments. If you’ve worked in the industry before you know just how cutthroat, high energy, and high tension it can be while working in close quarters with every different type of person imaginable.
I think Anthony Bourdain said it best – Few things are more beautiful to me than a bunch of thuggish, heavily tattooed line cooks moving around each other like ballerinas on a busy Saturday night. Seeing two guys who’d just as soon cut each other’s throats in their off hours moving in unison with grace and ease can be as uplifting as any chemical stimulant or organized religion.
It wasn’t just men though, every so often you’ll find a woman who thrives off of the atmosphere and adrenaline rush just like the rest of us crazy fucks. That woman, in this instance, was Brittney.
[M]y wife’s and I [f]irst time swinging
This is a story about my wife’s and I first time swinging. There’s some great stories to follow but we will start from the beginning.
My wife has always been into girls. Even when she was younger, she found her self attracted to girls. She never considered herself bi or even curious. She just kind of buried the feelings and wrote it off.
We had been married about three years at the time. We were both 24 and started watching girl on girl and swinger porn together. This always got her super worked up and led to great sex. The conversation started about finding a girl for us to hop up with She was reluctant at first but eventually came around to it we started looking of swingers sites, Craigslist and Tinder. We were just initially looking for a single girl but the reality of the unicorn set in. So we discussed a couple and we’re both on board but just girl on girl and maybe some soft swap with another young couple.
Beauty’s Spanking [MF][spanking][
Beauty returned to her bedroom in the luxurious castle. This was the sixth day since she agreed to free her father and remain with the creature she knew as Beast. She expected him to be unrefined, a brute, but over shared meals they discussed her favorite books and listened to refined music. She had no wants, no needs unsatisfied.
Except two. The identity of the handsome man who visited her in her dreams. The first night he watched her from afar, each night moving closer, each night offering her a single white rose. Last night, he kissed her, his fingers touching her in scandalous ways. That was her other source of dissatisfaction and the reason she agreed to move to the castle. She hoped the Beast might satisfy her dark desires for cruelty and passion.
She dressed in a silk nightdress and slipped into the matching sheets on the softest bed. Settling into her pillow she waited for sleep to take her while she imagined him.