Lassoed for Truth (M18M18M18F18F40 interracial, group, blackmail)

All characters are 18+ This is a fantasy only. Any sexual contact between teacher and student is illegal and should be so.

I suppose I should start at the beginning. Of course, I didn’t know it what was beginning at all. You see, I am not the sort of person you expect to be making these sorts of movies. Not at all. But then again, it wasn’t my choice that I ended up here. I guess you could say it was my nature that lead me here, and that my own education is now under way. This is ironic, because I am a teacher, their teacher. The boys and girls who instruct me now, the ones who are making these movies. I am told that they will be able to afford college with no problem at all with the revenue of the movies they are making, so I am proud as their teacher that I am helping them achieve the higher education these bright young immigrants deserve. I never thought I would be helping them in this way. I am told the films are only being circulated for Hindi language groups right now, but if a copy of it ever got to the school, my career would be over. Why you ask. Ah.

(SLEEP PLAY) I (F20’s) am being initiated on sleep play by someone I hate

Ok, you’re gonna have to try to keep up with me here, cause a lot happened. Some of it was weird, most of it was fun. And then it was over, but now maybe it’s not?
I need to slow down.
I need to take you back to the beginning.
This happened a while ago, around early 2020 when everyone was going on lockdown, COVID was raging and rich people were singing Imagine from their jacuzzis. I was out of the country for college but my classes got temporarily suspended and as a consequence so did my visa.
Back home I went, to live with mom for a while until I could go back to school. At this point I was 21… almost 22 years old. Now, mom was never the most emotionally stable person to begin with and lockdown sure made it worst. She had a weird life, a weird boyfriend and a weird car; this will all be important later so don’t forget.
Anyway, I come home and find out that:
1- My mom actually married the weird boyfriend and no, she didn’t tell anyone about it
2- They are now living together
3- They had no idea I was coming home (even though I spoke to her about this four times and sent north of twenty emails regarding my visa issue)
4- Since they are both over 50, they thought it would be better not to be alone during lockdown
5- They didn’t know I was available (I’ll refer you back to point 3) and asked Trevor (mom’s weird boyfriend’s son) to move in with them indefinitely
6- Trevor cancelled his lease and moved in… to my fucking room.
Are you with me? Perfect.
I am not some pushover babydoll who can’t handle men and put them in their place, something Trevor had to learn pretty quickly. He had to convert mom’s office and shove a bed in there cause I wasn’t sharing my room.“This isn’t some cheap porno” is what I thought, but boy was I wrong.
Trevor was almost 25 at this point. He had a job (remote cause of lockdown) but couldn’t find a decent place to live in a hurry, so he stayed.
And ok! I did notice he was handsome. I did notice he was hot. Those innocent baby blue eyes and that bad boy smirk would be a dangerous combination to any straight woman even if he wasn’t deliciously fit with some nice tattoos. Which, of course, you guessed it: he was.
At first it was fine. Or almost. I mean, me and mom get along fine I guess. Her boyfriend, Charlie, is weird but he stays out of my way. The issue was Trevor. Fucking Trevor.
We didn’t get along.
We have different world views and there are only so many times I can scream at an idiotic sexist asshole before I start losing my mind. I though he was hot on day one, when I could only judge his looks. But by then, it was day #22 and I would never, EVER, FUCKING EVER let someone who says “not all men” get ANYWHERE near my pussy.
But his stupid remarks weren’t even my greatest problem with Trevor.
My problem were his “escapades”.
The man COULD NOT keep his fucking dick zipped in.
He HAD to go out. It was a lockdown. People were dying. Our parents were in the risk group. But can Trevor go without sex for one damned week?
Nooooo. Too much to ask. Of course.
That’s how I became the sex police. I would stay up, I would lock the doors, I would steal his keys. Did I like it? No. But did I do it? Oh, you better believe it.
I hated him and he hated me right back.
I hated sharing a bathroom with him, I hated his wet towels everywhere, I hated the noise he made when he chew, I hated his smug fucking smile, I hated how my mom always took his side, I hated him.
And I’m am COMPLETELY sure he hated me.
There were days when we would sigh in frustration just for crossing each other down the hall.
At least he stopped fighting me and wouldn’t go out to fuck anymore.
Instead he would stay in, subscribe to some girl’s Only Fans and wank it every other night.
As long as he wasn’t risking our parents lives, I didn’t care and… he was nice to listen to.
We share a paper thin wall and Trevor is LOUD when he jerks off. Like most men should be, you know? I always hated quiet man in bed. A man who can moan and let me know he is liking it is hot as fuck.
And, truth be told, that was Trevor.
He had this very distinct low growl every time he started touching himself. This sexy manly grunt, like he was unloading some heavy weight from his shoulders. And from there on it only got hotter. I could hear the sound of skin beating skin while he fucked his fist. His shallow breath. His moans. He would plead and command, like he was talking to someone.
And I wish I could just put on my earphones and forget he existed but I’ve been without sex as well and he was so good to listen to.
I couldn’t stop myself.
No one had to know!
So I would sit with my back against our shared wall, I would put my panties down and I would tease myself listening to this sexist idiot moan while I pretended he was fucking me.
The first night I did that, orgasm was so powerful I thought it was gonna rip me apart. I had to bite my lip so hard it bled, and I’m not entirely sure I didn’t scream.
It was delicious and it became a habit.
I would hear his grunt in the middle of the night and my pussy would get wet in a second. Like I was a trained little bitch getting aroused on command.
Four months went by.
Four.
And Trevor was getting more and more frustrated.
There was no vaccine in sight, no end for the lockdown, no good rent options after he gave up his flat and porn wasn’t cutting it for him anymore. It was a Thursday night and our parents were asleep when he knocked on my door.
“Tess?” He let’s himself in. I HATE it when he does that.
“Don’t you fucking knock?”
“I did!”
“You’re supposed to wait until someone tells you to get in”
“Oh my fucking God, are you gonna bust my balls over this? I’m already in. You want me leave and knock again?”
“I want you to knock properly next time”
“I will”
“You won’t” I scold, cause history has taught me he can’t listen.
“What the fuck is your problem with me?”
“Tonight or in general?”
He bites his lip and mutters to himself so I can barely hear him:
“One of these days I’m gonna spank that delicious ass of yours so hard, you’ll shut up”
“What did you say?”
“Nothing. Can I talk to you?”
“Aren’t you already?”
He rolls his eyes hard, holding his breath like he can’t stand me for one more second.
“You’re the most annoying fucking bitch I ever met, you know that?”
“Was that it? Great talk.”
“No, that was not it. I came to talk to you about sex” he closes my door and I let out a spontaneous laugh.
“Uh… no, thank you” I smirk.
He slams his hand against my dresser in frustration. It’s not violent or scary, as he is neither. I mean, he has plenty of faults, don’t get me wrong… but never violent or scary. He slams his hand down like he needs an outlet for all his pent-up sexual desire and it’s really fucking hot.
It’s the way he hits the dresser.
Makes me think it wouldn’t be too bad if that slam was on me.
“Don’t hit my things!” I say, but my mouth is a little dry and my pussy is a little wet.
“You cannot possibly be ok with this arrangement”.
“And what arrangement would that be?”
“Not having sex for months? Look… You’re as irritating as an itch under the balls that won’t go away. Literally like someone has been pinching my nuts for four straight months, without letting go”
“Aww, you too. Your point?”
“My point is that you’re hot. Even if I hate you and think you are the AntiChrist, I can’t deny you have the nicest looking ass and some really juicy looking tits”
I would stop him. I really would.
He is being crass, rude and inappropriate. But… just like the slam on the dresser, the way he says those things about me, with heavy eyelids and unstable breathing, like he is ready to jump on the bed and fuck me with our clothes on.
“You must have sex often” he continues “I’m not sure it’s good sex, as you’re a stuck-up bitch, but I’m sure it’s often. Whenever you want, at the very least. And four months of abstinence can’t be easy on you, just like it’s not easy on me”
“You’re not proposing what I think you’re proposing?”
“Yes, I am. It’s just sex. Just a direct exchange. I’ll let you use me as dildo, you let me use you as fleshlight. We don’t care about each other. I just need a warm hole to dump some cum in, once in a while”
“Do you even listen to yourself?” I complain but my pussy is burning like it wants to say yes to things I only ever say no “Do you think any woman would say yes to that?”
“Stop being such a priss, will you? I can hear you flicking your clit every night when I’m beating my meat”.
“W… WHAT?”
“Oh, yeah. Look outraged. That’s gonna fly” he rolls his eyes “This is a very thin wall and I can hear you moaning, smashing your wet puss and whispering dirty words. I stopped using porn a while back. Lately I just stroke myself to your moans, you know? Like you do me?”
“I most certainly do not do…”
“Save it for someone who’ll believe you. I’m not asking for much, Tess. You scratch me, I scratch you. We never have to talk about it, no one needs to know. And maybe we both survive locked in this house another month”.
It would be nice to… scratch.
It’s been a while.
He is a bleeding idiot, but he is hot.
It would be really nice to scratch.
“What makes you think I don’t already have a dildo?”
“You’ve been masturbating to my moans for weeks. If I gave you my dick, you’d take it”.
I wanna say no out of spite, but I instead what I say is:
“You can fuck me while I sleep”
He is immediately taken aback.
“What?”
Yeah, Tess, WHAT?
“I mean” I cross my arms in front of me, intentionally making my boobs pop just a bit “I don’t like you, Trevor, I don’t wanna see you touching me. Sex would be good, yes, but I don’t wanna have to deal with you”.
“Let me get this straight” he treads, carefully, like a CEO trying to get a hold of his new company’s finances “You’re telling me that I can walk into your room, take of your clothes, touch you whatever I want and put my cock inside your pussy until I cum… while you are sleeping?”
“Yes. As long as you don’t wake me up, you can do whatever you want”
“Tess” he starts, with a huge grin across his face like Alice is about to rise up from a bush and ask him why is everyone here crazy. Well, I don’t know, Alice! But it sure looks like I am! “Is this an old fantasy of yours? Am I helping you fullfil a fetish of some kind?”
Yes.
I am a feminist.
I am in charge of my life.
But whenever I am alone, those are the erotic short stories I like to read. The ones where the woman is taken advantage of while she is fast asleep.
But I’m not about to tell him that.
“No. I just don’t want to see you touch me”
“You sure that’s not a kink for you, baby? Cause if it is…” he groans, as if trying to stop an erection though not really “If that’s the kind of thing you like, I can oblige”.
“It’s not the kind of thing I like. Don’t call me baby. And if you keep trying to turn this against me, the deal goes away”.
“You know I really like them bratty”
“Who’s them?”
“The women I fuck. I like them to be bratty. I like to tame them”.
“You want to tame me?” I laugh “Well, good fucking luck”.
“Thank you, baby” he says, just to piss me off “We’re gonna need a safe word”
“No, we don’t. You’ll walk in, fuck me while I sleep and get out”.
“Yeah, but now that I know you like that shit, what if you want more?”
“I won’t”
“I’m thinking Red just to keep it easy?”
“I don’t need a safe word! I am not into kinky hardcore stuff”
“Of course not. You just like to be hate fucked while you’re unconscious”.
“Red is fine” I decide to end the conversation already “Now get out”.
“What are you doing?”
“Watching a movie”
“No, you’re not” he unplugs my tv from the socket and turns off my lights “You are going to sleep, and do it fast please. All this hate fucking talk has me hard”
“You’re starting TONIGHT?” I ask but he is long gone.
And in his benefit, it has to be said: he waited a full hour before coming back.
I’m not asleep yet, but I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep at all. So I just lay perfectly still, breathing quietly, pretending to be asleep so I can see what happens next.
I have my back turned against the door, but I can hear him walking in and closing the door behind him. I wait for him to touch me. I wait for him to do something. But for the first minute he just stands there watching me “sleep”. Maybe he is trying to figure out if I really am out or not. Or maybe he is already touching himself. I don’t know. And I can never know cause that would require opening my eyes and admiring that I am awake.
The bed wobbles when he sinks his knee in it to remove my covers ever so slowly. I am wearing a top and really short PJ shorts, the kind that are likely to leave half my ass out in the open and which I may or may not have changed into after our conversation.
His touch is cold and I almost shiver. I think I heard him smirk, but I can’t be sure. His fingers slide up the back of my thigh all the way up to my short.
“Fuck” he whispers so gently that, were I asleep, it would not have woken me upon “I don’t even know what I wanna do to your first”. But it looks like he does, cause he grabs the bottom part of my PJ and tugs on it, pulling it down and out of his way “Fuck me, look at this ass” I can hear him salivating.
Pretending to be asleep is hard, but it’s turning me on to the point where my pussy is being converted into a fucking waterfall. I try to stay very very still, but it’s like Trevor is trying to get a reaction out of me with every move and every word.
“You know I wanted to push my cock into your ass the night we met?” He whispers, still as if he didn’t want to wake me “You were so pissy, trying to outsmart me. Then you bent over to get something under the counter and I thought if I had my cock up your ass, you’d be far easier to tolerate. Let’s see if that’s true” he has his hand between my thighs, patting my pussy like it’s a cat he just adopted “You said I could do anything I wanted. Does that mean anal? Cause that’s what I want right now. Haven’t had an ass in a while”
I don’t move. My heart skips a beat cause as far as that goes I’m still a virgin. But I don’t think he’s gonna fuck my ass on day one so I keep quiet.
“But on the other hand…” he licks the fingers he had in my pussy before putting them back. He strokes me a few times until his fingers are damp with pussy juice and lick them again. As soon as he is done, he starts over. Like he is eating me. One lick at a time. I have his saliva all over my slit.
Trevor lays down behind me and his cock is against my butt cheeks. His pants mush me down cause what I feel is skin on skin. His arms, his chest, his legs. And his erection. It’s poking me as if it really wanted to skip everything else and go straight for my ass.
His hand is still caressing my pussy though. Trying to grab my very neatly trimmed pubes with his hungry fingers.
He moves like he wished he could enjoy me slower, but he is so horny he can’t hold on for long.
“Let’s see those tits” he pulls my shirt up really carefully not to disturb my sleep “Yes, baby, just like that. Let’s see these juicy looking tits” he drools on the words when my boobs go free. “Fuck” he mutters a bit too loud, as if that one actually slipped “I’m gonna bite those fucking tits so hard my dentist will know you’re mine. But that’s tomorrow, baby”.
Why tomorrow? Why not now? I almost ask.
I am wet and horny, starting to need the cock and the spanking.
Tomorrow, I’ll pretend none of this ever happened. Tomorrow, I’ll pretend I was fast asleep and didn’t even notice he fucked me. I can pretend we did all this just cause he is a neanderthal that can’t go without sex, so we just did this to keep him calm and in lockdown, it wasn’t for me! I don’t need this! I don’t need sex and I don’t need him! That’s how I intend to play it. But it will be a bit harder if I am longing for his teeth around my nipples. So I’d rather he just did that now.
“Spread your legs for me” he says. I don’t move. His grin and chuckle are warm in my ear and he spreads my legs himself “You didn’t say if I could cum inside, but I’m clean so I’ll assume I can. Stop me if I’m wrong”.
That’s all he says before he fucks me.
He moves his hips like he is no hurry, but grabs mine like he could cum any second.
His cock is nice and thick, throbbing all the way in and out while he thrusts into me with passion and a hint of rage.
His moans sound so much better when there is no wall between us. I can feel the want in his harsh voice asking me to move just a little, calling me baby, calling me names, promising to put me on my knees.
I can only hear half of it. My mind flutters as pleasure takes a hold of me. His breath in my ear, his hands sliding away from my hips to caress my pussy… my clit. Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum. I don’t know if I can pretend to be asleep anymore.
I squirm just a little, trying to play it off as restless sleep but the orgasm is right there and my thighs are convulsing around it. It’s been four months since I had a hot blooded man inside my pussy and fuck if Trevor isn’t owning it.
His moans become more urgent and he brushes his fingers on my clit, playing me like a guitar.
I can’t. I can’t, I can’t, I can’t.
I climax, shivering and trembling. My lips feel numb, my pussy is sore.
He sinks his cock in all the way down to his balls and with a last growl he cums, feeling me up and biting my ear.
“Still gonna pretend to be asleep?” He laughs.
I don’t say a word.
Fuck it. He can’t know I’m awake. He can guess, but I won’t confirm it so he won’t know for s…
“You understand I know you’re awake, right?”
I don’t respond so he pinches my clit really tight so I let out a groan of pain. Only it sounds more like pleasure. And since I am severely enjoying this pinch, maybe it is actually only pleasure.
“Oh, do you like this? Fuck, Tess. You like some hardcore kinky shit”
I am still squirming and moaning. His grip is so fucking delicious it turns me on again and I’m not sure I’d need much to cum again.
“Good girls are the worst ones, aren’t they? Don’t worry, baby, I can give you what you need. We’ll get you spanked and humiliated in no time”
“I don’t like that stuff” I growl, stubborn.
“You don’t like this” his grip gets so tight I might lose my clit.
I wanna say I don’t. But instead all I can moan is “I do, IdoIdoIdo”.
“Atta girl”.
“Let me go!” I complain, realising I am losing all control. He obeys me with a smile.
“I said I was gonna fuck your ass by the way, you didn’t even flinch. Is that on the table?”
“I… well… no” I say, but even I have trouble believing me.
“Ok, so it’s on the table then?” He laughs yet again “God, I’m gonna love fucking you in the ass. This lockdown just got so much better” he spanks me jokingly before getting up.
“I said no”
“You have to say red, remember? Are you gonna say red to my cock inside your sweet ass?”
His grin makes me want to punch him. But I don’t say red and he notices.
“You and me are gonna have a lot of fun, baby” he winks before leaving my room “You’ll be my obedient little toy in no time”.

Chef’s Master Class Part Two (MF forced multiple orgasm, spanking, light consensual humiliation)

When I came through the door a few days later he was sitting in the dining room, in the center at one of the tables. All the others had the chairs upturned on them, without their tablecloths. It spoke to his utter comfort in his space, if I had chosen a table to sit at, I would have picked one in a corner, tucked away. I sat across from him and he slid a glass of tea towards me. There were just the two glasses of tea, a dish of sugar cubes and my apron folded on the table. He had clearly finished closing up and cleaning up just before I had arrived, I had, in fact, watched the other closers leave. He was still wearing his apron, and had a kitchen towel tucked through a belt loop. Something vaguely familiar was tucked into his hip pocket as well. With an embarrassed start I realized it was the underwear I had been wearing the last time I was here. I had managed to stumble into my skirt and get home, but had not even noticed that I was otherwise bare. Perhaps he noticed me noticing, or had just seen me go a little pale and he smiled, gently, not that little smirk from before. It was like being enfolded by sleep, a promise of total protection. I relaxed, sipping, watching him.
“I know you were pretty tuckered out, the other night.” I snorted, put down my cup. “But I just wanted to discuss a few things.” I felt my eyes narrowing. I hoped he didn’t expect anything from me. He was nice, but I didn’t know him at all. I was hoping he wasn’t going to get sentimental or needy. How did you nicely say to someone, “I want to fuck you, but you seem like you only just took off a wedding ring, and I’m not interested in much beyond your prick” ?
“I need honesty. For example; I like hearing you beg, I like hearing you cry ‘no’ and I want you whining, if you’re not, how do I know I’m doing my job right? But if I am doing my job wrong, I need you to say ‘stop’, okay?” I hoped he took my sigh of relief for shock instead.
“I can do that.” (Had I cried last time?) I didn’t want to puff up his ego by saying, ‘no one else has made me whine, or cry, or beg – I’ve never needed to have a conversation about a safe word’.
“I want to fuck you, with my hands, and toys, and dick and tongue.” It felt as if all the blood rushed into the lower half of my body. I opened my mouth, but he held up a hand, halting whatever I was going to say. “I’m hardly done, so be quiet. I want to hurt you in ways you’ll like, tie you up, hit you, fuck your mouth, and make you come until you pass out.” My breath caught, I almost coughed, and it felt as though my clit was throbbing. Almost full images seemed to accompany his words (threats?) but would not fully stabilize in my mind.
“Yes, I want that too,” I croaked.
“I want to bind you up, and slap you, and make you drool and defile you utterly. I want you to say yes, give into me, like it and ask for more.” My back arched a little in the chair, as if I was being tugged across the table.
“Yes, I want that.”
He shoved the apron across to me. “Put that on.” I started to drop the neck straps over myself with admittedly trembling hands, when he shook his head.
“Absolutely fucking not, I said, put that on I didn’t say anything else should be on. Come meet me in the kitchen. Oh, since you wore slut shoes, you can leave those on.” I felt my toes curl inside my stilettos, something between excitement and shame making the heels feel taller and thinner. He stalked off through the swinging doors and I walked stupidly towards the public restrooms, feeling cold and fearful and totally, insensibly aroused. I divested myself of all my clothes, tied on the apron and walked through the kitchen doors, with my clothes overly-neatly folded in my hands. He was leaning against a counter, arms folded against his chest as I approached. I felt as if the brushed cement floor would slide out from under my heels as they clicked across, sounding louder than seemed possible. Miserably aware of how bare my backside was, how short the skirt of the apron was. When I was within arms reach he grabbed the center of my apron, and grabbed a fistful, allowing my breasts to fall out towards the sides, the apron remaining bunched between. He pulled me forward, enough so that the neck straps bit in at the nape, the buckle catching against my hairline. Alarm at his athletic quickness had me dropping my pile of clothes to the floor. “Nice to finally see these,” brushing his thumbs across both nipples. My knees crumpled once more, but his grip was strong. “If you wore a low cut shirt to work I’d always think about tugging it down, and biting your tits while you sat at your desk.” Something between a gasp and a sob escaped me and I arched into his hands. Did he know how sensitive my chest was? Even other men had managed to bring me to the brink of orgasm by touching my nipples. He pinched and pulled me downwards as I bent at the waist to try to give into the movement. I braced my hands against the counter, shocked again by the cold. He swatted at my backside, lazily, without any force. “Bend over further, and spread your legs.” I did, feeling but hoping he couldn’t see the tremble going down my inner thighs. I felt the arch in my foot the way I never had before, wearing these shoes. I thought I could almost feel the heat rolling off him, in direct contrast to how nude and chilled I felt. He spanked me twice in rapid succession, and though it didn’t hurt, it startled me and I bounced against the counter. As I was getting back into position his thumb and forefinger slid into a lock around my already slick clitoris. My body reacted against my will, I wanted to stay still, stay bent and legs wide, but I started away like an animal. His hand still between my legs he bent over me. The first time we’d actually been body to body, more than just a couple points in contact. His clothes felt impossibly rough against my bare skin, he felt thick and heavy and warm. He bit hard where my shoulder connected with my neck. I breathlessly shrieked. He became rough and fast, and barely relaxed his jaw. I struggled a little against his teeth, but felt myself dropping deeply into his rapidly rubbing hand. I came with another little shriek, feeling like I must have blood splattering all over the counter from my shoulder. As my legs weakened he grabbed and lifted me with a grunt onto the counter. My hands sweatily skated along as I got pushed up and onto. I was moving so quickly and out of my own control that I wasn’t on my hands and knees so much as face and knees.
“You came too fast, and you came from being bitten like a little animal,” he growled, “I’m going to beat your clit numb so this doesn’t happen again tonight.” I wanted to use words, or even fight about it, but just slid my knees further apart, dropping my cheek to the counter. A stinging slap landed almost directly on my slippery and full clit. As I cried out I looked over my shoulder, knowing he hadn’t hit me with his palm. Wearing something close to a sneer he waved a metal spatula at me and slapped me again. My face crashed down, and I was sure I must have bruised my cheekbone in my shocked movement forward. My legs trembled holding me up as I lost count.
“I feel like every time I hit you it sounds… wetter,” teasing. Something wonderfully cool and smooth slid against my labia which felt like a pile of stinging, swollen wounds. My hips lifted again, apparently I had forgotten the assault, hungry for more stimulation. Just as I was getting into a rhythm, and panting, it slid away from my clitoris and slid into me, still cold enough to jolt. I glanced over my shoulder again with the dim realization he wasn’t using his fingers, but the handle of the spatula, rounded and cold. I had never been penetrated by anything other than fingers or dicks. I was ashamed, and appalled by how turned on I was. Although it was slim, it still felt like the walls of my vagina were clinging to it.
“You’re going to come all over this, aren’t you?”
I panted, “I don’t want to”.
“You don’t want to?”
“No…”
“Well, you’re wet, and it sounds like you’re going to come.”
“I’m wet for you,” I pleaded, hoping he understood how badly I wanted him to just finally strip, and lay me on my back and bury himself in me.
“Oh, I know you are, honey,” and his other hand went around my waist and started rubbing my offended clitoris again, and I came involuntarily, my pubis dropping into his palm, as I spasmed around an aluminum handle, entirely against my will. Neither movement stopped however, and I began weeping tearlessly against the counter, my face hot and flushed feverishly. “Guess the beating didn’t work, let’s get one more out of you.” My belly dropped to the counter, like a slithering little worm, my fingers fisting around the edge, trying to keep myself from flying. Finally he released me, as I flattened entirely, the clattering of the spatula to the floor barely calling me back to paralyzing embarrassment. He grabbed my ankles and slid me across the counter, having gone from cold to sweating, it was pretty easy.
“You can just relax on the floor for a second,” he said, lifting me down so gently I could have started crying in earnest. I wanted to cling around his neck, and feel how warm he was, feel the grain of the chambray but I was let go of too quickly to grab on. He hummed as he deep cleaned the counter, throwing the spatula into the bin in the corner in a boyish, practiced overhand throw. I shuddered and I wasn’t sure if it was because I was starting to get clammy on the floor, seeing the instrument of my torture thrown away like that, or because I wanted more.
I was exhausted but hoped the session wasn’t over. I wanted to see him naked, I wanted to be against him and I still wanted him inside me, in a forlorn sort of way. He finished his wiping down, still humming, and dried his hands on the towel still securely twisted through his belt loop. He knelt beside me on the floor, pushing me down onto my back. He undid the top two buttons of his shirt. I had never seen him less than entirely buttoned up, totally entranced by his light skin and dark body hair. I was disappointed as I saw that he did not continue, just apparently getting more comfortable. He slid down onto his belly, flat to the floor and wrapped his arms around my thighs and hips and buried his face between my legs. He was gentle and slow, seeming more to be cleaning and soothing, rather than provoking. I almost felt like falling asleep, naked except for a bunched up, sweaty apron on a cement floor, being lovingly licked. This last orgasm came with a sigh and I slid out of his arms, trying to turn on my side, the way I always slept. When I started getting cold again, he tugged me into a sitting position, holding me under the armpits and laughing.
“I didn’t actually think I could make you pass out. If you get dressed by yourself I’ll make you some dessert.” I stepped into my pants, and wearily tried to remember how I put on my bra, as I heard him opening things and moving things around on the gorilla racks lining the walls. I finally managed to get dressed and slumped against the cabinets.
“You’ll be more comfortable in my office, there’s chairs in there,” still said laughingly. I sighed heavily and flopped my way into a chair, somehow. Once again he hip checked his way through the door, where I sat in the dark. I leaned forward, turning on the light as he put down a faddy little tray, with steaming mugs and truffles. I reached for the mug as he said “cocoa”. I grunted and noticed he was waving something in front of me. Had my reflexes been anything better than totally dazed, I would have attempted to snatch it back. It was the underwear I had worn in.
“Oh, absolutely fucking not, I’m getting together a collection,” he said, stuffing it into the pocket beside the first pair. I huffed and indulged in chocolate, instead of arguing.

The first time [M]myself and [M]y friend wanked on Omegle together

While my family weren’t nudists, nudity was quite common and readily accepted in our household. I would see my parents nude after a shower, have seen my sister nude at a glance on occasion, but more common was the nudity in the shared bedroom with my brother. From our mid-teens (he is 2 years older) to the last time we roomed together, we were completely nude the entire time we were in our bedroom. Of course, as teens, this naturally progressed to being very comfortable masturbating in the same room, most often in full view of the other, sometimes even watching the same porn. It was just life for us. Before you ask – no we didn’t.

Into my adulthood, this was obviously less common as we both moved out but there was a couple of occasions where we shared a room on stag parties and the likes where we went back to old habits. This experience shaped an exhibitionist streak in me where I loved to hang out naked and especially with others. It would take me to frequent nudist beaches and eventually nudist groups online. I was just into my 30s when I started frequenting organised nudist events in Ireland. Let me tell you, there was little to see here when it came to beauty – most attendees were older, some much older than me. I did make friends with a fellow 30 yr old nudist called Mike, however.

[MF] [Teacher Student] The Making of Dr. Hand: When I Fucked My Professor

Picture it: mid 2000s, Dr. Hand as a 21 year old walking around a college campus, not yet a professor, not yet had any students of mine of my own, just a student myself walking to class every day, studying all the time, and living in a tiny apartment next to campus.

I was starting college again at 21. My first go at it failed due to partying way too much. I only lasted 1 year at my first school, then I dropped out and went home for a couple years. I worked as a cashier at a huge retail store, and I hated it. I thought it was the most mind-numbing thing I had ever done. So after a while I decided I wanted to get my shit together and go back to a university. I started taking community college classes to get my GPA back up, and after a few semesters I was packing up my car and unlocking the front door of a tiny 1 bedroom apartment right next to campus.

Begging to be shared

“You want it?”, he asks.
“God yeah put it in me”, she pleads.
“Oh you’ll need to do better than”, he says looking my way, as he gently sways the tip of his stiff, hard cock back and forth near her wet gaping entrance. “I want you to beg for it!”, he exclaims.

“Baby, please put that big, hard, fucking cock inside me right now”, my wife begs him.

“Oh no! Not you, I want your husband to beg me”, he announces. They both turn to me searching for my reaction.

Slightly shocked, my eyes look down at her sexy body, she looks devine. Her long legs open invitingly.

I reach over her, sliding my hands down her toned stomach, over her neatly trimmed pubic hair, over her clit to her swollen, puffy lips. I expertly hold her open, her wetness glistening in the morning light.

His cock twitches, already I’m imaging how amazing it must feel for his big, thick cock to slide all the way in and fill her completely. I want to hear that initial gasp of pleasure so badly.

Reminiscing about holiday visits with my friend’s mom [MF]

(I have several older posts if you’d like a more thorough backstory on everything, but to sum it up: I had a many-years long sexual relationship with my friend’s mom that started over a decade ago and has sporadically continued until fairly recently, including a couple of meetups with my now wife and Mia (the friend’s mom, and how I’ll refer to her from now on). We haven’t seen each other in a while now, but chat once in a while and usually end up reminiscing a bit about past encounters we’ve shared, which inspired this post!)

[FM] I then 18 yrs old had to have sex with one of Dad’s employees

My father’s job required us to move from Texas to Mississippi in 1999. Dad has been a foreman for an industrial insulating crew for years and now we’re headed to Mississippi. At the time to help the family I also had a job. I was limited on what was available for me because im a drop out. So McDonald’s it. That’s not too important but this sets the history behind it.
So, Dad was a hard ass and we rented a two bedroom apartment that i was paying half the rent on. This apartment included “nothing” in it. It was expected when he came home for dinner to be ready and then he go back to sleep for another days of work tomorrow. We had no furniture other than bed frames and mattresses. No television, and keep in mind cell phones were not as common and a luxury. I was bored outta my freaking mind!
Then one afternoon getting the mail after work i was still in my MickyDeez get up I ran into my dad’s employee. I honestly didn’t think anything about running into him. [He’s 5’10 (41) average weight 190 married Hispanic man from Texas working with my dad. His family stayed in Texas. Other than that I’ve never met him] I greeted him with a hi and was walking away when he said. “Hey you’re ****s daughter right?” “Yeah I am” He’s comes off very sincere and says i heard at work your dad doesn’t let you guys do anything at home, no cable to watch tv, and nothing in your apartment. “Yeah it’s true” Well stop by i have cable, furniture, food no problem. I live in the building next to you guys.
So I went over cause dayum these people at home were driving me crazy and i hadn’t watched tv in months. I get relaxed and this man does too. He comes out of his room after a shower with his shirt off! And I’m like whoa +thinking to myself) a 40 yr old man looking like that! Well, i got nervous because he sat next to me. What do you like and I said MTV so he changed it. Then after thirty seconds into the show he looked at me and I looked back he leaned in to kiss me while also grabbing my hand and placing into into his shorts…😳
This is 1999 folks I expected to feel this man bush down there after all even myself at 18 i had only trimmed my pussy never shaved. And he had no hair. Omg this was weird but i didn’t let it stop me grabbed it and I started pulling on it. It felt like a thick, meaty, log in his shorts. At this point ide never touched a man. Just boys my age in high school.

Filling You Up On A Lazy Sunday [FM]

It’s 2 PM on Sunday, we’re being lazy watching movies and hanging out. Wearing sweats and my old tshirts. The movie is one we’ve seen a thousand times. I’m distracted by you. You’re so fucking sexy. Your scent makes me hard. While we’re spooning on the couch watching the movie, I’m running my finger tips up and down your spine. You move slight back into me telling me you like it. My hand slides to your side. Up and down I go with feather light touches.

As my hand slides towards the front of your body moving up and down your ribs. I feel you shake. You have goosebumps. My fingertips running just to the side of your breast on its way down to your hip bone, this time back up I spread my fingers wider so my pinky grazes your nipple. It’s so sensitive you let out a moan when it makes contact. On my way back down I make contact again. Your nipples is hard just from my light touches. This time on my way down I slide inside your sweats. My finger tips graze your bald pussy. You unintentionally move your hips for more contact. My fingers work their way back up and pinch your nipple this time. You arch your back and moan. I love playing with your hard nipples. This time I muzzle your ear and whisper into you ear “god you’re sexy!”

[Group] My friends and I randomly chose one of the guys in our friend group to give a triple blowjob

It was seven of us, four guys and three girls, hanging out one Friday night at one of our houses, sitting around and talking. The talk turned to sex, blowjobs specifically. One of the guys was saying he couldn’t imagine anything more amazing than a double-blowjob. The other guys agreed.

I looked at my girlfriends and they looked at me. We had talked about this before, so I knew what they were thinking.

“What about a triple-blowjob?” I asked innocently.

They got excited.

“Oh god, yes.”

“Holy shit, that would be unreal!”

“Definitely porn-level, though. I bet it never really happens.”

The other girls and I exchanged looks again. They each gave me a little nod. It was time.

“We’ll give somebody one.”

They stared at me, speechless.

Finally, Brian said, “really?”

“Really. But only one of you. And you have to roll for it.”

I don’t think they really believed me, but they were excited anyway. Brian started rummaging through his RPGs and produced a 20-sided die.

“Let’s do this” I said.

Tim rolled first. A 12. He looked anxious.