The Train Station, Pt. II

Ranal had left the train station and had to go back to work to take his conference call. After that he was free. He had agreed with his newly found beggar friend, Cece that he would take his conference call and come back an hour later so they could get a drink or some food. Ranal booked it back to the office, shoveled in his orange chicken and sat on the call. He had hoped it would end sooner but people in corporate seem to take forever.

“One more question”, asked Sandy the Financial Analyst on the call.

Ranal rolled his eyes. Finally, the call ended. Ranal had to bust one out before he left. Better here than the train station bathroom he thought to himself. Finally, he walked back and there was Cece. The crowd outside the station was noticeably smaller now. Cece was just standing there. As he approached her, she turned around.

“Heeeeeyyy”, she said with a long tone of voice. “I wasn’t sure if you were going to come back.

As Ranal neared her, it wasn’t obvious how they should greet each other. It looked like he came in for a fist bump that then turned into a semi-hug where he just placed his hand on her shoulder.

The Audition [M/F] (1/3)

*Praeludium*

The murmur of the audience, echoing throughout the concert hall. A cacophony of instruments in disarray; the sudden beat of a drum, followed by a single note from a clarinet, a French horn momentarily soaring over a cello, only to give away to a high-pitched flute.

A sudden silence befalls both audience and musicians, and after a few moments of expectation applause can be heard. A man in a raven-black suite crosses the stage and walks up the two small steps of the central podium. The entire orchestra stands and the man graciously waves at them, only to turn around and take a small bow towards the still-applauding public, a smile on his face. As the musicians take their seats he turns towards them, his features quickly becoming sombre.

*Allegro*

The Violinist stood silently in the middle of the Music Director’s living room, instrument in one hand, bow in the other. Casting her gaze downwards, she remained there silently. It was a unique, one-time opportunity, a private audition to obtain a chair at the Director’s prestigious orchestra. She had already failed two public auditions and knew it was her last chance to qualify.

Claimed By The Elf [Fantasy] [MF] [MDOM]

The elf was tall, dark, and breathtakingly gorgeous. Luella couldn’t take her eyes off of him at all, her gaze following his bulging biceps, his massive thighs. He was a specimen that no others could dream of competing with.

Luella smoothed her hands over her corset, trying to calm herself down. The elf, Kail, visited them quite frequently. He was often doing odd jobs for her father, the king, which meant she could gaze upon him happily. After all, that was all this would ever be; it’s not like an elf would ever pursue a human girl from an insignificant kingdom.

The elf dismounted his horse, his feet sure and steady on the uneven cobblestones. Luella felt her breath hitch in her throat and she tried clearing it without drawing attention to herself. She didn’t succeed, though only the elf noticed her. His eyes flitted to her and gave her a once-over that set her imagination on fire. She knew she was beautiful, though to an elf she would surely seem quite plain.

My first threesome! [MFF] (Declan & Charlotte: New Horizons)

“What about Charlotte (18F)?” Declan (26M) asked, raising an eyebrow.

Charlotte. Hazel eyes with a pixie cut, she was tall and willowy- and absolutely tempting.

“Charlotte it is,” I grinned.

Declan and I (19F) had been having a casual sexual relationship whenever he flew in to my city – he was a nomad at heart and rarely around, and we always strived to make the most of his visits.

I was in uni and knew lots of young women on the cusp of their sexual exploration journeys, but the potentiality of having *Charlotte* so intimately excited me. She was always so calm and collected- I wanted to see her placid face scrunched up in the throes of intense pleasure and covered in cum.

I’ll try to recall the experience the best I can- although it was a while ago, I have replayed that night in my head many times.

I don’t remember how I approached Charlotte about it, just the excitement afterwards when she said yes.

Declan rented a nice hotel room for the occasion. We sat on the sofas in the dining room area making small talk- but the air was thick because we all knew why we were there. Talk graduated to casual touching, and a bottle of champagne was popped open.

Best Ride Of My Life – Part 2 (F/M)

I close my mouth quickly and slide my hand into his. His large hand engulfs my delicate fingers and it feels surprisingly soft and delightfully warm. I feel a jolt of energy as he gently shakes my hand.

“I’m Hunter. Nice to meet you.” He announces. The accent is clear to me now. He is Australian.

His soft, sexy voice combined with me entwining my hand inside his paralyses me and I stare at him for a few seconds. The tie is back on and I’m not complaining. It looks good on him.

He grins at me and I snap out of my trance, only managing to say, “I’m Scarlett.” I feel myself blushing deeper the longer he holds onto my hand.

He lets go abruptly and spins around saying, “Got to go, catch you later!” I am left standing in the lobby feeling slightly irked at our second interaction. I inhale deeply. His scent is still in the air. I make my hand into a fist and shake it, as though releasing him out of my system. I quickly head to my hotel room.

[F] sucking [M]

‘Worship it.’ You tell me.

I need no further request, I’m already eagerly reaching for you, my eyes greedy and full of lust. Gently taking hold of you in both hands I kiss the sensitive head of your cock and feel you tremble a little as I start to stimulate you. I start long, slow licks from the base of your shaft to the tip using wide, flat strokes, feeling you get harder as you watch my head bobbing beneath you. I interchange my licks, tracing patterns along your thick shaft and round your swollen balls, heavy with your cum. I press hard as I slide my tongue up a bulging vein and smile to myself as you flinch in pleasure above me. Changing tactics, I tease and tickle the tip of your cock, tracing circles, flickering quickly around your tight foreskin, never keeping the same motion for too long. You’re starting to gasp a little as the sensations fill your every thought: wanting it to go on forever, but wanting to climax so fucking badly….

Playing with my cum-filled pussy 🖤 [M/F] [creampie] [cum play] [fingering] [dirty talk]

What I love more than anything is being full of my man’s warm, thick, sticky cum.

I love laying on my back with my legs spread wide open while you kneel between me with your hard cock in your hand, slowly stroking it. I pull my knees to my chest, giving you a nice view of my smooth, greedy pussy. I reach one hand between my legs and spread myself open. I slowly tease my middle finger in my juices, rubbing them around my clit. I’m so hot and swollen for you.

I moan as my finger touches my clit. As I do, I see a tiny bead of precum appear on the tip. You take your other hand and scoop it up with your finger. You slowly lean towards me, resting your cock between my pussy, rubbing between it until the head of your cock rests on my clit. You bring your finger to my lips.

“Suck baby.”

Sonya’s Submissibe Sluts – Ch.1 (Futanari, Incest, Submissive)

“Sonya!” called a young female voice I didn’t recognize as I was walking out towards my car, the school day finally over. Annoyed that I was going to be delayed, I turned around to see who was calling me.

“Sonya, ummm, my ride home kind of bailed on me,” said one of my classmates, Sam, I think her name was, as she finally caught up to me. “Uhhh, do you think you could give me a ‘ride’?” She put emphasis on the word ride.

I smirked, realizing my afternoon was about to get a lot more fun. I gave her the once over. She was short, petite, and a plain Jane type of face. Not the usual bombshell babe I went for. Her tits were hidden under a very baggy hoodie, she might have had some big ones, but I doubted it. Most of the bustiest sluts in town I was intimately acquainted with. Oh well, I didn’t have anyone else lined up for this afternoon, so some new pussy was better than nothing. This slut wasn’t the first to ask me for a “ride” home, but it always ended in the same way. With my massive cock stretching out their wet pussy or hot asshole.

[F]ace fucked hard and sent ho[M]e wet

Sunday afternoon, I had a date with Adam. We’re both aging punks with kinky imaginations and outrageous chemistry. He’s a bit taller than me, with wavy hair that’s starting to go gray at the temples and intense green eyes. I’ve got a chubby hourglass figure, with soft 38DDD tits and a firm ass shaped by lots of heavy lifting. We’ve reconnected via Tinder several times over the years because it’s hard to turn down such a good fit!

We’d fucked all afternoon. He brought out the waterproof pad and handfucked me into a whimpering puddle before shoving his very thick (and very pierced) cock into my waiting cunt. That’s his word- I’ve always been a pussy gal when it comes to dirty talk, but something about the way he says it makes me feel incredibly slutty. We fucked on and off, with breaks for me to clean my cum off of his cock with my tongue and swallow as much of him as my throat would allow.

Working as a (M)odel with a (F) Photographer

I’ve been modeling non-professional for some years now. It started when a friend was participating in a fashion show at a cosplay event and needed someone to wear her male attire. Most of her line is Victorian dresses and assorted undergarments, but she does have a few period waistcoats and jackets for men. That’s where I came in, and happy to oblige. The following year, a couple of the other designers asked if I’d model their outfits. Of course, I said yes. The next four years I was getting the chance to wear dozens of different sumptuous outfits from the Victorian era.

Wearing several different outfits in each show meant I was changing backstage. The designers and their assistants would help me in and out of the outfits. Since most of the clothing was for females, most of the designers were female, there was always a bevy of female models, designers and assistance around as I stripped off from one outfit to the next. It was a job, and everyone was professional. So, while I was often down to just my briefs, it wasn’t an erotic experience. Even the few times I was nearly naked standing next to a female model in the same state of undress, we were both focused on what we were putting on and how to best present it to the audience.