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Coworkers [FFM]

*First Reddit post and first foray into creative writing. Apologies for any errors on both fronts. There are more parts if there’s any interest.*

**PART 1**

I close my eyes and try to calm the growth in my pants. My face is feeling flush as I know that Karen and Lindsay are sneaking glimpses of my painfully hard cock straining against my fly. The hot, throbbing lump shouldn’t come as a surprise. I’m sitting next to a bed occupied by two nearly-nude women watching a Redtube clip creatively titled “A lucky guy with two cute teens”.

How the hell did I end up in this situation and how had things escalated so quickly? In my mind I replay the events leading up to this moment.

The three if us had been working together non-stop for the last three weeks consulting for a company in the middle of nowhere. We were put up in a hotel with absolutely nothing nearby. Al majority of our free time (of which there was very little) was spent at the hotel bar. We would typically end each night together for dinner and drinks. Probably since it seemed at times that we were the only people staying there it didn’t take long for the dinner conversations to lead to the topic of sex, and the subject matter became more risqué every day. Read more »

[MF] The day I (29M) met a new friend (24F) and it led to anal sex at a fetish party.

TLDR:

Met a girl at a fetish party, and we rapidly acquired a friendship. Both of us were intrigued by our kinks and lifestyle choices. We went from a possible interest, to making out and snuggling, to some gaping anal sexual orgasms + prostate play and water sports in less than 24 hours. She is the most sexually adventurous, open minded girl I’ve ever played with next to my wife. Not sure how I got so lucky in finding such a likeminded friend, even living states apart. My faith in humanity feels restored.

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Hi, first ever post in this subreddit. I hope you enjoy as much as I enjoyed reflecting upon these slutty and cute sexual experiences.

My wife and I are open & poly and we traveled to attend a multi-day fetish party for lots of fun and memorable experiences together. Quick background: I’m 29, and my wife is 37. The girl I met “L” is 24, petite with shoulder length hair, large A cup boobs, and body like a model. Read more »

X-post from r/dirtyr4r – [m] meets a [f] Redditor at an airport hotel – a success story

[Original post](https://www.reddit.com/r/dirtyr4r/comments/bu3x8f/28_m4f_chicago_success_story/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app)

After several unsuccessful posts with this alt account, I received several promising replies to one post. One girl in particular got me excited – quirky, funny, nerdy and kinda slutty. She showed me a couple of previous RAOMD/dirtyr4r success stories and so I was happy she was real, etc. We messaged for a few days before my trip to Chicago. I had the choice of nerdy comicbook underwear and slutty lingerie for our meet.

I was only going to be in town for a single night, arriving early evening on Friday and departing mid morning on Saturday. I was staying in a reasonably nice airport hotel. I arrived and found I had been upgraded to a suite!

I had barely checked in before she messaged wanting to know when she could come over. I jumped in the shower, freshened up after a day of travelling and groomed the all important areas.

We met in the hotel lobby (it was the weekend of ACen, so all the cosplayers around the hotel made things slightly surreal) – she was an awesome, fun sized, tatted girl – couldn’t wait to get started. Grabbed some dinner in the hotel restaurant before heading back to my room filled with anticipation. Read more »

Remembering [m]y past [f]ling and first time dominating.

I’m a settled down, married man now but back in my late teens and early 20’s I had a knack for finding the girls that wanted to let their inner slut out. I was always the geeky guy; into anime and comics more than sports so I think that’s what made me so approachable once I messed around with the right girl or two.

I was always more of a giver than a receiver and so I would practice my oral skills on the odd Jesus freak in the class that was saving herself for marriage but the Bible said nothing about your mouth! (Or ass for that matter…)

Then there were the girls that were so sure they’d die old maids for one reason or another. I made it my sworn duty to pump up their confidence by.. well.. pumping their cunts.

Maybe they weren’t as conventionally attractive as others or chubby, or had a different body shape than an hour glass. (Pear shaped chicks with huge asses happen to be my thing!)

Which brings me to this one girl… Read more »

She wants it rough[MF]

I met her online, on some dating site. I can’t remember which one exactly, I have so many on my phone, and this was sometime ago when I first returned to the country. We added each other on a few social medias, Snapchat, kik, and instagram. What initially attracted me to her, was her long blonde hair, her big eyes that her makeup just made pop, and her very impressive deep cleavage. We chatted a little bit here and there, and eventually talked more. She loved sex, was very open about it, and enjoyed talking about it. I’m the exact same way, and it’s gotten me into trouble a few times. So talking to someone with the same openness is always welcomed. She revealed to me that want really gets her off is to be roughed up, commanded, and be called names. Rough sex was something I took too quite quickly. I felt pretty confident that telling her about my experience doing some pornos, and showing her a clip would get her interested me. She liked what she saw, and we kept talking and decided to meet in person to play. Read more »

Whistle-blowers (WikiLeaks fanfic) Chapters 1-3

**Chapter 1: The Most Galvanising Photo of 2019**

“Edward!” a whisper screamed out of the doorway of the dark sitting-room. Edward Snowden was sitting on the settee, which would be facing a TV if they had had one. TV sets being the notorious wire-housing devices that they are, were not a luxury the United Corporations of America’s most wanted could afford. In the TV’s stead, sat a Macbook, in front of Edward, on a small table. It was the only source of light in the room, save Moscow’s moonlight.

The voice belonged to Suzie Dawson, an Australian WikiLeaks’ contributer & fellow exile.

“They got him. The Metropolitan police dragged him out of the Ecuadorian embassy. They got him, Edward. They’ve arrested Julian Assange.”

Edward did not stir. He sat there, still absorbed with the developments revealed on his screen & brought to life with words from the darkness on the other side of the room.

A deafening silence followed. Suzie stood, rooted to the spot, waiting for who knows what, just waiting. Hearing her own words were just as sobering & paralysing to her as they were to the other occupant in the room. Read more »

Blindfolded

Tied up and blindfolded to the bed
on my back, spread eagle. Breasts exposed
I hear the door open and close. My fiance is who tied me up but is that who just came in?
I feel a pair of hands on me. Rough and tough hands.
As I feel a hard cock suddenly and violently shoved inside of me I know this is not my fiance
I scream out and the strange man stops my cry by choking me
he slaps my face and tells me to shut the fuck up
I feel him roughly pound my vulnerable helpless cunt with every ounce of strength he has
I am crying and soaking the blindfold, choking back tears and trying not to scream
I feel his face close to mine as he lets out a loud moan almost directly into my mouth
he is cumming inside of my pussy and I have no idea who he is
I feel him get up and shift his weight so that his cock is above my face
he instructs me to clean our cum off of his cock and balls
it tastes salty and creamy, and I happily swallow all of it
I feel him squeeze my breasts once more and then i hear the door open and close
I can hear it open and close again
I call out my fiance’s name but there is no answer
This person doesn’t touch me, I can feel them staring at my naked and bound body
I know they are staring at my vagina, leaking with semen
I hear them start to masturbate
He stares at my used up body, helpless in front of him and he masturbates faster
Without warning his hard cock is inside of me
He immediately cums inside of my vagina
He only wanted to use me as a cum dumpster
I feel him wipe his cummy cock off on my pubic hair and then he leaves too
When I hear the door open again, i hear more than one set of foot steps
one set of hands immediately finds itself on my breasts, pinching and squeezing my nipples
the other has set to rubbing my clit and roughly fingering my cum filled pussy
I try to scream but am immediately cut off by being choked again
One of the men chokes me and squeezes and pinches my right breast
While the other man begins to use the puddle of cum in and around my vagina to lube up my asshole
He shoves his hard cock into my ass with very little care for me
I try to scream for my fiance but I can’t because I’m being choked
he lets go of choking me and while i gasp for breath I can feel the hand that was on my throat travel down
he forces his entire fist inside of my vagina while the other man fucks my asshole
his other hand still firmly squeezing and twisting my breast
his friend explodes cum into my asshole, moaning loudly
he leans down and bites my nipple before getting up
his friend has let go of my breast and taken his fist out of my pussy
he replaces it with his cock, it feels so small compared to his fist
the sounds of his cock sliding in and out of me mixed with the other mens cum and mine is wonderful
he finally cums inside of me too
he wipes his dirty cock all over my face and makes me suck the tip before leaving
When I hear the door open again, I hear my fiance say
“you look so beautiful”

Mr. Banks pt. 1 [M/f] [Boss] [toy] [bdsm] [public] [Older/younger]

Mr. Banks pt. 1 —

(When an employee is caught stealing money her boss comes up with a punishment fit for the crime.) I am well aware that there are tons of grammatical errors. I wrote this solely to get the story out of my mind and onto paper to share, plus I suck at editing.

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Myra sat in her car, drumming her fingers on the steering wheel. She checked the time on her phone; she had five minutes till she had to clock in. As much as her body ached from the twelve hour shift she had worked the day before, she knew she couldn’t afford to call off. She could see her kitchen counter in her mind now; the bills stacked higher than the dishes.

A friend from junior college had hooked her up with a job working for his father. It was minimum wage, but with the extra hours she was putting in she would soon have the bills covered. Well, the extra hours and the money she was pocketing from the till at the end of every shift. Read more »

Whistle-blowers Chapter 3 [F] [Masturbation] [Public] [Exhibitionist] [Voyeur] [Celeb fanfic] [Julian Assange]

**Carrying a Torch for a Mighty Woman**

It was unusually clement that mid-April morning in London, & Jen Robinson – a human rights lawyer & long-standing member of the legal team defending Julian Assange & WikiLeaks – was readying herself for the day. She dressed as one would knowing that their every move made; their every word uttered, was being surveilled by a team of men, who were the equivalent of well-trained dogs, but she also did so as one that has grown accustomed to the thought of being the subject of said vigil, for as long as she had been, would do. Surveillance of anyone associated with WikiLeaks was well-known & in her case its likelihood was confirmed by an ex-NSA member, years ago.

Drinking her coffee downstairs in her flat’s lounge, Jen basked in the morning light slanting in through her terrace doors. It was a glorious day, which she laid the blame on as the cause to the bombardment of mental images she was getting of her birthplace in Australia. She was playing back memories of her father training their horses on Seven Mile Beach with the sunrise on the horizon – one of the most spellbinding places she knew. The nostalgia associated with these reminiscences was an incontrovertible, early symptom of homesickness. Read more »