SEX IN THE SUBWAY [MF]

One of the many ways my lover had to punish me in public was to enter the subway together at a rush hour. It led me to the end of the waggon where the space was a mass of tight, anonymous and sweaty bodies after a long day’s work. It forced me to hide from unknown and anonymous passengers, and if any of them (sometimes happened) hinted at me or tried to touch me, I should not resist. That gave him a lot of morbidity and excited him.

– “If I see that it is a good male like me, you are obliged to please him, as long as I am the one who orders you and allows”.

Before leaving both of his apartment towards the Metro, he introduced me into my asshole a plug that progressively increased in size and thickness to remote control (He carried the remote control with him. I heard him whisper in my ear:

– I’m going to fuck you here, bitch, in front of all these. I’m going to drive you with my jerk cock after taking out the plug you’re wearing. You must be already well dilated and hot. Tell me, bitch, do you want me to fuck you in here? Are you looking forward to it, right? and do not dare to shout or form a scandal in here. You already know me well.

Controlling her body[M][F]

We had some plans for dinner with friends in another town so we booked a hotel for the night and after dinner we headed back to the hotel, I had packed a couple of things to surprise my SO, Shes asian, petite 5″5 with perky breasts. and long brown hair. I’m tall 6″5 caucasian very masculine guy.

When we entered the hotel room, I immediately grabbed her from behind breathing against her neck as I kissed her ear lobe and the inside of her neck, feeling her take a deep sighing breath. My hand sliding up feeling her nipples harden under the fabric of her top, shes always been sexually reactive and tonight was no different. I could feel the subtle change in her body, lower back arching slightly grinding her hips back into me, spreading her legs slightly going onto the tips of her toes. My left hand slowly sliding down into her jeans feeling her lacy underwear slide over my hand until her smooth pussy was pressed against my palm, my right hand sliding up over her throat softly squeezing her neck while my other fingers slowly traced her pussy lips. I could hear her lips wetly parting sliding my fingers off her throat and into her mouth where she sucked at them hungrily.

My wife’s grateful friend [MF]

My wife always had a soft spot for people in need. Her friend from school, lets call her Tanya, had fallen on hard times and needed a place to stay after she lost her job. She used to be a wild one but I never knew her from that period of her life. And to be honest, I didn’t think I’d ever see that side of her.

Lets describe her quickly: she’s about 1,7m tall, short brown hair, freckles, green eyes, and quite slim. She usually did not wear a bra because she had such pert and petite tits. She didn’t need to. And one morning I caught a glimpse of them.

I was busy making breakfast. All of us still in our pj’s. She was wearing a flannel button shirt and bottoms. She bent over picking an egg shell I dropped. I was able to see down her shirt and had a good look at those cute little tits. Two dark nipples also greeted me good morning. She must have noticed me ogling her cos she just looked up and smiled at me for a second before standing up and taking her plate to the lounge.

After a show in NYC

Manhattan is full of impressive musical venues. On this particular night I had driven into lower Manhattan to see my friend named Nick. He was to perform a solo set during a night of music hosted by him. Nick’s set was good as usual but as he stepped off the stage and greeted me, he introduced me to Lola (The next act) She was short, tan and had neck length red hair, bright red. She greeted me with a hug and kiss on the cheek already flirtatious. Nick and I moved into the room and took our seats as Lola and her band setup.

“Don’t get any Ideas”

He said noticing the look I gave her,

“The base player is Jason, Her boyfriend… She is a firecracker though”

As she was ready to start her set, they did a short sound check, for whatever reason our eyes met. I gave her a thumbs up, to tell her everything sounded good. Lola’s set was high energy to say the least. She was wearing a loose-fitting grey dress. Watching her bounce around the stage was quite entertaining. Her body seemed tight, but with large enough ‘features’ so that every bounce and twist created movement. Nick was telling me stories throughout the set about how promiscuous she was. Stories about the times she made out with different girls at clubs, or gave lap dances to friends when she got drunk… Nick was also reminding me to calm myself. I was not calming myself though… I was fantasizing.

Stranger on the bus [Rape] [Forced] [Public]

All characters in this story are 18 or older. This all fantasy. If this could trigger you I would advise you not to read this story. I do not condone rape in any kind. This is my first time writing erotica and I hope you enjoy

A cold breeze ruffled my hair as I quietly waited at the bus stop. I silently cursed the stupid school officials who made us wear these ridiculous skirts. In the distance I see the bus approaching the stop. My heartbeat quickened. I have some very bad memories from the rides of this line. Terrible ones. But my family can’t afford a taxi and it’s too far to walk to granny’s place. So I always take the bus.

Fox – [M/F] Light humiliation, submission, office sex

**Fox**

Fox moved effortlessly through the office space, making her way towards Mr. Williams’ corner office. She moved at a quick clip, sparing little time for a quick nod of greeting here, or to flash a smile at a friend across the cubes along the way.

Mr. Williams’ office was at the end of a long hall, dubbed ‘Executive Way’ unofficially, that was only sparsely populated since the move from the old building a year and a half ago. The nearest office that had a resident was two doors down on either side from his corner office. Fox slowed as she approached his door, smoothing her pencil skirt absently with her left hand. Out of habit she stopped two doors down and looked herself over in the reflection of a the office’s glass door.

All of the doors, and a few offices that had windows facing the hallway, had ‘smart glass’ in them. With the flip of a switch they could be turned opaque for privacy. Since most of the offices were empty nearly all the glass down the hall was clear of course. Mr. Williams always kept his on the opaque setting. He liked his privacy.

I drove around while my boyfriend fucked our sidepiece in the back seat of the car [FFM]

(I would recommend checking my profile for some visual inspiration. I’m real, really about that life, and this is a true story. Let me know what you think, I get off on sharing!)

I promised myself I’d get to the beach more this summer.

If my pale skin is any indication, I have trouble keeping promises when they involve going outside. Since summer is winding down, my boyfriend—J—and I finally planned a day to drive to the beach.

To make things more interesting, we invited one of our play partners along. Charlotte’s a 22 year old spinner with big, swollen tits and a bubble butt that drives J and I crazy.

One of my favorite memories involved Charlotte and I getting caught with half my fist inside her by a train conductor, but that’s a story for a different day…

I love sharing my man, and Charlotte’s a painslut…she loves being tossed around, broken in, and filled with cum, the perfect little plaything.

Pocket Money

Getting an allowance from your parents seems to be an old-fashioned idea. My grandfather used to tell me about how he would pay my dad for mowing the lawn, washing the cars and other chores. Even though it sounded like low wage slavery to me, he was adamant that allowances were the only way to give your kid money. Make him or her earn it on a steady basis. In granddad’s opinion, the millennial method of ‘rewarding’ children was way too easy and expensive. For him the ‘modern brat’ learned only what instant gratification was, how to demand things, not earn them.

Mr. Logan moved in next door about three years ago and in a short while we got to know him fairly well. He was single but seemed to always have a pretty woman hanging around. My dad used to call them eye candy, mom called them gold diggers. Mr. Logan was a damn good-looking man, about 6’2, 200 pounds, with deep chest, broad shoulders, narrow waist, solid looking butt, and long athletic legs. To use a much-used cliché, his face was chiseled from fine marble. We would see him jogging almost every day, and if the day was hot, he would be covered with sweat. Even though I was not yet sixteen years old, Mr. Logan caused a lot of fluttery stomachs when I saw him like that. No boy in my school had the effect on me Mr. Logan did. I would not have dropped a pass from Mr. Logan if he threw one my way. Apparently, he had the same effect on my mother because one day she was gone, Mr. Logan’s house was empty, and the next time dad heard from her, it was through a divorce lawyer.

[mmf] Cuckold’s Wife makes him Submit to Her Bull [cuckold] [femdom] [forced bi]

Originally written by Michäel Ändrew Pöwell from https://samanthasummersinstitute.org/community/forced-bi-cuckolding/real-cuckold-stories/#post-350

Cuckold’s Wife Makes him Submit to her Bull

My wife and I had a very fun and sexually charged denied cuckold marriage for many years. We were open about everything and my wife Barbara enjoyed getting the shit fucked out of her my various men whenever she liked. It kept things from getting boring sexually for her and fulfilled a deep fantasy of mine to be sexually humiliated by a beautiful woman. What I didn’t see coming after such a short time after our move is that my wife had changed our relationship without me knowing it. After finding all the bruises and carpet burns on Barbara just a few short months after our move I knew things were about to change. After I confronted my wife about what she had been doing she became really mad at me and told essentially fuck off and to leave her in peace while she got ready for her date with James.

Brash Woman v/s Brute Mechanic [MF]

Inspired by an event I heard

Driving recklessly, you force your car into the shop almost hitting the mechanic. “Get the headlights working” You toss the keys to the guy not caring to look at him.

“Can’t. It’s late and the shop is closed. Come tomorrow” he says in his thick accent.

You pull out a few notes from your purse and keep it on the car bonnet “Tell me if you need more”

“No. Come back tomorrow” He says getting irritated at your behaviour. You can’t. You have a party planned with your friends. You are wearing your sexy dress. You have been looking forward to this all week. It’s raining heavily outside and you can’t find a cab. You start arguing with him but he has had a really long day and he needs a break. Arguments get louder (Only from your end) leading to abuses and soon the guy loses his cool.

He puts a hand on your wrists, twists your hand “that’s enough. I’ve had a shitty day and you are really getting on my nerves. Take your money and leave”