Cammy Caballero was a talented young reporter for a bigtime paper, the Uptown Tribune, and she brought an energy to her work that was scarcely matched by any of her colleagues. At first the prestige and wonder of landing such a great job straight out of college was reward enough for her, but it wasn’t long before she was left feeling somewhat unfulfilled and her current assignment was a perfect example of why. She was reporting at a private highschool, one of the most elite in the country, covering their centennial celebrations at the request of the superintendent, who apparently had connections in high places. What was there to write about it? As it turned out, almost nothing, which is exactly why the paper sent her, the most junior writer and one of the only women on staff to boot. The fact of the matter was they gave her the jobs no one else wanted because they knew she wouldn’t complain.
Tag: Fisting
I swallowed his cum in the Olympic Village [MF]
This is it. I’ve made it.
I stare up at the huge Parisian hotel, looming over me against the pale pink sky. The street is nearly deserted, thanks to my disgusting early flight from Australia, but it’s giving me a moment to take stock at least. I inhale deeply, close my eyes, and grin.
Not only am I officially now an Olympian, I’m also at the Olympic Village. And I know exactly what that means.
I open my eyes and step into the foyer.
“Bonjour!” the receptionist greets me with a practised smile. “English?”
“Yep,” I reply, looking around. There’s a few people hanging around, either waiting for someone or having an early breakfast before training.
“May I have your name for check-in?”
“Kate Thompson.”
“Merci,” the receptionist types my name into her computer. “Your roommate will be arriving tomorrow so you have the room to yourself for now.”
“Perfect,” I grin, accepting the key card she gives me. As I do so, I catch the eye of someone staring at me.
Twisted roommate takes his anger out in my ass [30M/22F] [part two] [humil] [blowjob] [fisting] [anal]
I slowly open the door and see Jeremy sitting on my bed going through my notebook for a class we both share. He can tell I walked in but doesn’t look up from my notebook.
“Can I please just go to bed Jeremy? It’s already so late and I have to get up so early tomorrow for class.” I begged him.
“Drop the towel and come suck my dick.” He responded still not looking up.
I did as he commanded and slowly walked over to my bed. Only as I started to unzip his pants he set down my notebook. His cock sprung out of his pants the second I moved the fabric barrier. Jeremy slapped me across the face.
“Ow! Why’d you do tha-“ I was cut off by him shoving his dick in my mouth. With both hands he grabbed the back of my head and pushed my head all the way down. The abruptness of his member being rammed into the back of my throat caused me to start gagging. He held my head down. I tried to pull away as my throat started to spasm around his cock.
“Stop trying to get my dick out of your throat!” Jeremy shouted at me and slapped my tit for emphasis. With one hand he grabbed a fist full of my hair and using that pulled my mouth off him. A thick strand of spit was still connecting my mouth to him as I tried to catch my breath. “I know what I’m doing.” He said jerking my head up so I could look him in the eyes.
“Okay.” I said, resigning myself to take whatever this was that he wanted, hoping that this would be the end for the night.
With that he lowered my head right back onto his cock. At first I just held him there in my mouth, forming my mouth to his thick rod. Then I started to suck and hum; swirling and pulsating my tongue around his cock. He let out a little moan in pleasure. I finally started to find a good rhythm to it when he pinched my right nipple. The sudden jolt of pain caused me to reflexively pull back from his cock. “What the fuck did I say Diane?” He asked angrily and tightened his fingers around my nipple. I tried to yell out but my scream was muffled. Still with his hand tangled in my hair he took control of my head and forcefully moved my lifted my mouth up and down on his cock. Tears formed in my eyes again as he pounded at the back of my throat and the sensation of trying to stop from gagging. It felt like an eternity but finally he pushed my mouth to the base of his cock and he pinched my nose closed; choking me. I felt a warm thick, stringy, liquid start to drip down my throat. He held me there for a second, but let go of my nose.
“Suck me clean.” He commanded as he let go of my head. I tried to swallow his cum dripping down my throat but just started gagging at his cock still in the back of my throat. I tried to muster my strength and suck as I pulled my mouth off of him. Some spit and cum were still on his cock as I pulled away. I went back to lick him clean.
“Well at least now I am in a good mood for your punishment.” He said with the biggest smirk on his face.
I opened my mouth to protest but he cut me off, “Save it, I don’t care about whatever you are going to say. Put your face in the pillows and stick your ass in the air.” He got up and pushed me down into the pillows. Naturally my ass lifted into the air and within seconds Jeremy was behind me with his fingers in my asshole again.
“Please Jeremy!” I try to cry but get muffled by the pillows. He responds by shoving two more fingers into my ass. I scream a little and he shoves the four fingers of his other hand into my already filled hole. I want to scream out even more but fear he’ll shove both his fists in my ass if I make another noise. I start to cry silently into the pillows as he gyrates his palms in me. He pulls one hand out and smacks my ass cheek hard. Then again and again. He slips his thumb into my hole and keeps smacking my ass. I start to sob into the pillow as my asshole expands around his wrist and the stinging pain in my ass from being repeatedly spanked.
Finally he stops slapping my ass and just moves his hand around inside me. Where he was spanking feels red and hot but now that the sharp sting of the hit was gone it was a decent distraction from the painful stretching of my rectum. I felt Jeremy reach over and grab something and slowly withdraw his hand from me. My hole wasn’t empty for more than a second before whatever he grabbed was pressing at the entrance of my hole. I have no idea what it could be but its thick, circular and has a bumpy texture. Slowly he started to push it in, breaking the entrance. I couldn’t help myself and I let out a scream. Whatever this was was huge it was definitely bigger than the coke bottle and his fist.
“It’s okay Diane, this is going to hurt, you’re allowed to scream.” With that he pushed all 8 inches of this thing into me. I screamed and began crying as his fist followed ramming this thing further into me. When he was satisfied he pulled his hand out of me, leaving whatever that was inside me, and smacked my ass. I yelled out in pain. He pushed me over onto my back and I shook on the bed as I sobbed.
“Oh my god Diane, shut up. I need you to calm down. This is about to get so much better!” He grabbed his phone from my nightstand. I let out a little snivel trying to calm down. I wonder how this could get better. Does he mean better for me, or for him? He then presses something on his phone. Whatever he put inside of me started to pulsate almost to a beat. Then I heard it, a slight muffled sound. It was coming from my ass. Jeremy hit the volume up button on his phone and the thing beat harder and faster. The music unmistakable now.
“Oh my god Jeremy! Is that my speaker? Why would you do that to me?” I started to cry again.
“Stop fucking crying Diane!” He slapped my tit. “I could have been so much worse. You really should say thank you to me honestly.” He turned the volume up more. My insides were shaking from the vibration and the bass of the song. The beat was also starting to pick up making everything much more intense.
“No fucking way am I saying thank you!” I yell at him wiping tears from my eyes.”Okay then, have a good night.” He said as he gets off the bed and begins walking towards the door. “No wait, please! Just get my speaker out of me and let me go to bed. You’ve had your fun and humiliated me a few times now tonight. Please just turn off the music and get it out of me. Please!” I beg him. “Please!”
“No.” He said, turning back to face me. “I will get the speaker out of you sometime tomorrow though, it can only hold a charge for 12 hours.” He turned the volume up a little bit more, turned and walked away.
He Banged Me In The Locker Room Shower [M/M] [NSFW] [24 – 33] [Consensual – But Possible Rough Sex Trigger]
So I know that the name is ‘Locker Room Confessions’ …But in all honestly. I didn’t do that much hooking up in the actual locker room. I personally know people who sucked many times more dick in the locker room than me. The idea to this day makes me nervous. I am not much of a showoff. And public showers are just that …public …filled with other people’s germs. Not to kink shame, it just isn’t for me.
However…That kind of changed with Amir.
I had never dated a guy before. My idea of a relationship was texting a guy the next day to see if he was sore after we hooked up. But Amir was different. I didn’t even know if he was into guys at first. Even when we had that play kiss (I wrote about this …I think it’s called ‘He Wore Nothing But A Towel And Sandals’ …or you can find it on the podcast titled ‘The Next Level’ as a matter of fact there are a number of things I don’t have the time to write…if it’s on the Podcast I will just mark it with *PD*) I didn’t know what he liked. That evening he called me and asked me out to dinner to celebrate. My close friend Roxanne (who I also hooked up with…don’t judge a hoe) played wing-woman, telling him that I was the new manager of the gym. Roxanne’s husband Nick represented Amir legally in some sort of capacity, that’s how she knew him.
The Whore (Story #2)
Emily played wistfully with my cock. Her head was perched between my legs and the rest of her body sprouted out in a prone position on my bed. She was bored. Flicking my dick back and forth across her mouth and then routinely making a low growling noise and using my hard member to distort the noise at it came out. During one such vocal outburst, she accidentally let slip a slight belch, and I cast my eyes from show I was watching down to her.
I was seated against the back headboard of my bed. The particular exercise that was going on was something I had devised in the weeks since I had left Emily lying completely exposed across my office desk. I had let her stew in the thoughts of the experiences from that encounter, and I wanted to see if she would be true to the orders, I had given her.
“No one sees you naked,” I had said. “And no one penetrates you”
When I said the words, I didn’t really think about the link between penetration and them seeing her nude. She had reminded me that in most cases a guy would have to see her nude in order to penetrate her. I tried to explain that sex was possible without a guy seeing her nude. She protested, then had a eureka moment.
A typical swinging date with my girlfriend and our close friend couple. [Group]
I (M31) have not written about my sexual experiences in a while. So I figured I’d write a brief (compared to my other stories) rundown of a typical swinging session that my girlfriend Laura (30) and I had a few Sunday nights with our amazing friends and consistent swinging partners Julia and Chris (husband and wife). We have been swinging regularly, maybe 1-2 times a month, with this couple for quite a long time (I’d say almost three years now). My girlfriend and I first met them and swapped with them at a swingers house party, and we really really enjoyed each other. We’ve become incredibly close and basically have decided we are comfortable enough with them and trust them enough to play with them unprotected (no condoms, but still use birth control of course). They don’t really play bareback with anyone besides us, and we are similar in that respect, and only play raw in a very small and controlled bubble. We really enjoy the extra level of closeness and sexiness of condom-less sex with Chris and Julia, and have a deeper emotional connection with them because of it.
I (M20’s) have a crush on this woman (F20’s) who’s kinda my stepsister (VANILLA, SLOW BURN, SOFT DOM)
Tessa’s plan is not going to work and let me tell you why: I’m a jealous man.
I’m a possessive dominant asshole who likes to spank his brat and really hates it when another man comes near her.
So this whole *Tess pretending to be with Ryan so we can keep fucking without our families realising what’s going on* is really not gonna work for me.
Just thinking about it is already giving me an itch.
*And she didn’t stay for aftercare*. I get really annoyed when she does this… Two years ago, every now and then she’d slip out of my bed so fast I couldn’t hold on to her. We’d fuck hard and rough and when I wanted to take care of her afterwards… *she’d be gone*.
Makes me feel like an incompetent dom, you know?
I need to fuck my girl hard and heavy, I need to make her unlearn how to walk or breathe or speak, I need to shove my cock so deep down her throat that she’ll be tasting me all week… and then I need to take care of her. Then I need to hold her and keep her, and make her feel like the perfect woman that she is.
I got more than I bargained for when visiting home with my new girlfriend… [M21/F19] [sex] [oral] [cheating] [morningwood]
I run my fingers down the stitched black leather, nervously admiring the elegant curves and plush contours. “You’ve got a very nice car, Mrs Glassner.”
“Thank you, Adam,” she says, “That’s kind of you to say.” Her eyes flash on mine in the rear-view mirror before returning to the road, navigating us out of the chaos of the airport’s arrivals terminal.
Monica, her daughter, riding shotgun, turns in her seat to face me, giving me a warning glare. I shrug.
“Remind me again,” Mrs Glassner continues, “How did you two meet? In class?”
“No,” Monica shakes her head, “It was through a friend of a friend. Erica Garcia, you remember her? Mary’s friend? Well, anyway, Adam’s her cousin.”
“Oh!” her mom says, “Well, that’s very brave of you, Adam, spending the holidays with your girlfriend’s family. Won’t your own family be missing you, though?”
“Not really,” I say, “My mom and all her sisters are nurses, and they’re always working Christmas and the other holidays. Holiday pay, you know? We’ll have our family dinner the week after.”
The Broken Girl (Story #1)
Emily was a simple girl. A cute dirty blonde that usually found herself going with the flow. She was always easy to persuade and never was one to really say no. Emily was a slut. She would never admit it, nor would she ever allow herself to consider it. She was a carbon copy of her mother, and that sort of bred in her a certain level of denial.
We worked at a large employer in a small town. I worked in the IT field and therefore as the site’s System Administration I was considered management. It wasn’t that I had to be completely hands off with the employees, I just couldn’t get caught up in the daily gossip mill or scandals. It was during one of our meetings that our big boss was outed for banging Emily’s mother. This created a bit of unknown conflict because the second in charge had actually hooked up with Emily’s mom a couple weeks before. We all knew because they wound up in a back room at my friend’s house. Scandal and gossip ensued.
The Dad and The Sitter: Taking Her Peach
(For parts 1-3 check my profile)
“We have to use protection” she said with a little frown on her face. It was more of an “i’m sorry” and not a demand. I frowned back. “I haven’t worn a condom since I was your age.” I said back, jokingly but it wasn’t too far from the truth.
My 18 year old sitter was currently informing me of her situation. She had been prescribed antibiotics for 10 days after a dental procedure and her pharmacist had warned her that they may interfere with her birth control. It was a low risk, and the thought of cumming in her tight little pussy with the chance she could get pregnant did give me a little bit of a thrill, i can’t lie, but I understood her concern and promised we would be safe until she was finished with her medication. She thanked me for understanding and promised she’d make it up to me. “How are you planning to do that?” I asked and she said it was a surprise.