Tag: Fisting

Light My Fire [MF] [prostitution] [virgin] [ever so slightly Fdom maybe] [60s/70s vibe] [white male, black female, light raceplay]

Even three floors above the casino floor, Steven could still smell, still feel even, the smoke from hundreds of cigars, puffing their scent below. The musky odor seemed to cling to the walls and the carpet, to his clothes even. Hopefully, the present his dad had got him was a new suit that he could change into.

It was the night of Steven’s 18th birthday. Living on the outskirts of Las Vegas, his father decided to take him to the Strip, a place he had only barely experienced before now, unlike his father who seemed to go every weekend. He couldn’t legally gamble, or drink for that matter, but his dad assured him that they would “let it slide”. After all, no one was too careful about ID’s, and his father’s friend owned the casino. A night out on the town with the guys, however, quickly went south. Steven blew through several hundred dollars at blackjack, he nearly choked to death on one cigar puff, and the shot of whiskey he had sent him to the restroom almost immediately. After getting himself cleaned up, his dad handed him the key to their hotel room and told him to go get his “surprise gift”. He had no clue what it might be, and he half believed his father just sent up here due to embarrassment. Truth be told, even if the surprise was gag gift, Steven was likely to stay up in the room for the rest of the night. Read more »

Party Show [MFF- Exhibitionism]

Party Show
I met these two girls at a mutual friends party, Sara and Stephi, they were pretty tipsy and quite flirtatious. Sara was a beautiful blonde girl with a rubenesque figure, and she presented some wonderful cleavage under her white button-down dress, Stephi had a cute tank top and tight jeans that clung to her curvy hips. We somehow found our way up to a bedroom and fell in an intoxicated mass on the bed, with Sara on my left and Stephi on my right. A blue lava lamp, creating long azure shadows, illuminated the room. Stephi had the chills and tells me,

“I want to wear your sweater Max,”

“OK, go lock the door first,” I reply

She locked the door and returned to me stripping my sweater and shirt off with the assistance of Sara. Her dress coming unbuttoned in the process as well. Stephi takes my sweater and snuggles against it for a moment, then pulls it over her firm bosom, and she cuddles back into me. As we lay watching the shadows swirl about only enhancing the alcoholic spinning of our heads, Sara begins nibbling on my ear and Stephi goes straight for my package. She wrapped her fingers around my rod, gripping it firmly, trying to work her fingers all the way around it through the fabric of my pants. Read more »

[MF] The Drew Chronicles, Part 1: Discovery

*This is the true story of some of the sexual experiences I had in high school, with my best friend. The names have been changed to protect the not-so-innocent. The events in these stories really happened, and although I’ve tried to write well, I have not exaggerated or embellished any details.*

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I was in choir in high school. Nerdy, I know, but I didn’t want to be a band geek, and I can’t act for shit, so choir it was. By the time my senior year rolled around, I’d developed a pretty close-knit group of friends with whom I had sung for years. As with any clique, we developed our own little rituals and in-jokes. We were a culture unto ourselves. Most of our quirks revolved around rehearsing for whatever performance was presently upcoming: All-State competition, judged contests, sight-singing contests; hell, even the lame school-sponsored concerts to give our parents a chance to take pictures and cry over how grown up we were. Read more »

[M]eeting [F]or an out of town interview. [Con/Non-Con][Kink]

Michelle straggled in after a long day. Her business attire was a mess. Stumbling in her 3 inch heels, that she didn’t really need. At 5’11 she already had legs that went on for days. She liked the way they made her butt stick out though.

It’s never a bad idea to try and look your best in business, she figured. She had worn a knee length black pencil skirt that had ridden above her knees at this point. She had un-tucked her thin peach colored blouse and unbuttoned her black jacket. It was stuffy on the plane and she had undone as many buttons as she could while still keeping her DDD’s from being obscene. Her make-up had staying power. She didn’t bother with the cheap stuff. A not too sultry maroon lipstick and long curled eyelashes. Her hair waved raven black as she walked through the hotel door.

Approaching the desk she was exhausted, a 4 hour flight delay meant she already had to reschedule her final interview. Luckily Mr. Allen was understanding. They’s met in the previous interview. She felt like they had hit it off famously and was looking forward to seeing him again. Read more »

Silent Partner Part 1 – MF/cheat, noncon, slow burn/long, impreg

Part One

I first met Ethan in autumn. The property on which his house was set, I remember well, was littered with oak trees and his front yard was positively ablaze with reds, yellows and oranges on that first day I drove my Toyota up his front drive. The spectrum of color was simply dazzling in its array. Cruel winters in the northeast are certainly compensated for by a spectacularly beautiful fall.

On that day, it was Ethan’s mother, Emily Morris, who met me at the front door. She had been anticipating my arrival and was keen to go out shopping – for Thanksgiving supplies, she had said – while I sat with her son. We had gotten to know each other a bit by phone; I had a precompiled list of questions about her son’s case history and she inquired about my skill set and qualifications.

“Good afternoon,” she said, displaying a kind smile and producing her small, pale hand in greeting. Her hair, which caught the light of the midday sun, was absolutely dyed and not its once natural red, but this didn’t betray her age, which I guessed to be about 70. There were other signs, like worry lines around the eyes and the tiredness that dwelled there that told me that, although she was unmistakably trim and fit for her age, she had been through quite an ordeal. Read more »

The Library

The library was an open looking building made of a well shaped white stone and huge panes of glass that glittered in the early summer sun. The wind was warm but refreshing as it rushed by her small dress and bare legs. If she hadn’t been so late, she may have had time to enjoy the way the trees on campus were reflected off the library’s soaring windows, or how blue the sky looked in contrast to the few bright fluffy clouds that floated across the sky. Her sandals made slapping noises as she skipped up the steps to the building’s front door, her mind focused only on how many minutes she was late.

She pushed her way through the front door, and the cool breeze from inside made goosebumps rise along her white legs. She was almost forty minutes late to her group project because she had fallen asleep at home, and had only woken up moments ago. The sweat that had risen on her body from the summer heat was cooling on her skin and she shivered.
There were only a few people in the main lobby, and none of them were in the group she was apart of. Two people were talking by the doors, and another person was sitting on one of the chairs from the entryway. She glanced in his direction and realized she recognized him from one of her morning classes, and found him attractive, but had never gotten his name. All she knew of him were the color of his eyes; blue. Read more »

punish me – ms. carter [rough] [MF]

Rough sex. Public sex. Forced sex. I experienced all three a week ago. I can’t remember the last time I orgasmed so much to the point where I didn’t know if I was covered in my cum, his cum, or both.

He pushes the button to the 30th floor. As soon as the elevator doors close he grips my blouse and pins me up against the wall. My body trembles as he puts his hands all over me. He forcefully presses his lips against mine. I feel him lick my lower lips seeking an entrance. His tongue slips inside of my mouth. He kisses me once, twice, three times and I realize it’s not enough. It’s as if he’s breathing into my lungs.

<15th floor>

I knot my fists in his shirt pulling him closer against me. I kiss him harder and deeper with an urge that I’ve never felt before. He traces his tongue onto my lips, teeth, and tongue. He bites my lip and I gasp. I try and push him away but he grabs my wrists and pins them by my sides. I can’t move. His grip is too strong. His entire mouth continues to consume mine. This feeling of helplessness turns me on even more. Read more »

Punishment Anal [MF]

As a punishment for masturbating without permission, I fuck her roughly in the ass. She takes it on all fours, biting her lip, her whole body quivering with tension. I am behind her and I can look down and see my cock entering her. See the way she grips me. See the shivers in her slender arms. She turns her head to look pleadingly up at me, and I lower my mouth to her ear.

*Why is this happening?* I ask her. My mouth an inch from her ear. *Tell me how you earned this.*

*I… I touched myself. Without asking.* Her voice strained. Teeth gritted.

*You don’t ever touch yourself without asking, you understand?*

*Yes, Sir.*

*Your cunt is mine. Any pleasure you experience comes from me. With my permission.*

*I’m sorry, Sir.*

*Not yet, you’re not. You will be.* I pull back and take a fist of flesh from each hip and fuck deep all the way into her, hips meeting the curve of her ass. The full length of me inside her. She whimpers and shivers a little and I hold her in place as I fuck her until her arms give way and she collapses flat on the bed. Me on top of her. Our bodies in contact all the way down their length. Read more »

She shouldn’t have made me wait so long (2 of 3) [Mf][Mdom][fsub][bdsm]

I took my hand from her throat and moved it down her body, pressing into her neck, then her sternum, following the soft line down her belly. My fingers slid between her panties and her skin and I brushed the slightest tuft of hair. That was a concession to me, an act of submission; she knew I preferred some hair even though she thought most men would rather she be bald. I smiled… and reached further down.

She was already swollen for me, her thick wetness soaking the inside of her panties. Perfect, I thought. Her inner lips protruded just a bit, a woman’s cunt, and they separated smoothly when I pushed my finger between them. I slowly coated my fingertip in her juice, though venturing into her panties had almost completed that job already. I moved my finger down, teasing her hole, then traveled up toward her clit, touching her as slowly and lightly as possible. I wanted her, and I wanted to be rough with her, but she needed to wait. That was fair; that was necessary. Read more »

She shouldn’t have made me wait so long. [MF][1st][cheat][interr]

I was already clenching my jaw. I was damned near growling, actually.

I would control myself — for now — but she really shouldn’t have made me wait this long.

I focused on what still needed to happen first.

I had invited her to this lunch. I was therefore hosting, technically, so I arrived at the restaurant early. I chose a table outside, under an umbrella, to showcase our Miami winter for my tourist friend. It was probably a bit silly. I knew Morocco didn’t lack for sunshine, breezes, and beaches. Still, I wanted to set the stage correctly, and this was right.

I sat down as the waiter set menus on the table, poured water, and started rambling. I smiled and nodded… but I wasn’t listening. Keeping my composure was going to be more difficult than I had expected. My guest certainly wouldn’t notice; I was as experienced at these types of meetings as she was inexperienced. But still… the wait. I wanted her, and it was affecting me. Read more »