The Story of Cunt II: Day Six [BDSM] [public] [humiliation] [forced] [MF/FF]

**Author’s note: my sincerest apologies, my lovelies. I somehow forgot about my new life as a pornographer and didn’t get day six out yesterday, as I had planned. Hopefully we can get through this without the need for a beating or spanking, but if it has to be, it has to be! Here’s day six!**

Cunt awoke to two things: a terrible smell and a hand on her crotch. She could have let the second go, assumed it was a psychosexual dream that was taking on physical properties, but that smell was like nothing she had ever dreamed before. She opened her eyes to see from where the smell was emanating. To her absolute annoyance, it was a recognizable face: it was that old pervert who had previously tried to grope her. She stood up, ready to yell at him to fuck off, but she felt so down and so desperate to get off that she just went with it.

[MM] First time for everything… (The time I let things get carried away after work)

Some background, I’m mid 30’s, run a small photo studio. I would generally consider myself heterosexual but not completely rigid (heh)

This happened yesterday after work, we just wrapped a long week of shooting a pain in the ass campaign and to celebrate, as per usual with a big (well paid) campaign we celebrate as a staff. Brought in some catering and drinks for the staff and client, just a small gathering of 8 of us who work there and 2 clients. The clients left early at about 6. And slowly the staff started trickling out.

By 9 it was just myself, one of the male stylists we’ll call Isaiah for the story and a make up artist “Angela” are finishing up cleaning up the mess and having a couple more drinks. 930 or so and Angela leaves so it’s just Isaiah and I.

He’s late 20’s, Hispanic, attractive but also, not really my type since I’m not gay. But after a long night of hanging out with my usually pretty flirtatious team, and a system full of liquor I’m feeling pretty worked up.

It started out with an innocent question from him “so what are you doing after this?”

Was this a threesome? [Group] [MMM]

When thinking about writing about this event, I became a little unsure if I should share it. I’ve never discussed my bisexuality in public before, and I’m old enough to remember the stigma that being gay has meant for so many men of my generation and before. Even now I want to preface this with “But I prefer women…” as if that’s anyone’s business. Anyway, this is a story from an experimental period I went through a few years ago. It’s purely guy-on-guy-on-guy. Enjoy.

I answered an ad on doublelist from a guy that wanted to watch another man masturbate. I figured why not? Having an audience is fun. He replied quickly, starting the typical dialogue for these types of things. His place was on my way to work, and I could spare the time that morning, so I agreed to stop by. There wasn’t really a promise of anything more than me stroking for him, but I was ok with that. Masturbation is fun! 

My [F] first swingers party & 3some

Right out of college when I was renting a room in a major city with an inconsistent job, I would regularly visit a good friend in a nearby metropolis on long weekends and other breaks. One year I happened to be on an extended couch crash spanning her birthday weekend. I didn’t realize at the time that I’d be intruding on her personal plans.

As it was normal for me to stay without a communicated end date, it seemed odd when she asked me straight out when I planned to leave. I told her I could go anytime and asked if she had a birthday date. She said not necessarily, that she was attending a party and I could go with her if I wanted. I said sure, might as well.

Before heading to the party she let me know I needed to register on a website. Thought it seemed weird but fine. Turned out to be a swingers website, and I had to make a profile. Suddenly I was embarrassed and anxious. I didn’t want to go anymore, but also didn’t want to make her feel ashamed or weird. When I was young I almost always took people up on out-of-the-ordinary experiences. I also do like kinky sex. In the end I decided to stick it out.

Surface tension pt 2 [F/F/M] [butch/femme/man] [threesome] [strapon] [femdom] [oral] [really long sorry]

A month or so had gone by since our first night together. In that time, Alex and I had sex at least twice a week, but otherwise our relationship was casual, more like a FWB situation than anything. I took her to breakfast a few times, basking in her “I came 4 times last night, and twice more an hour ago” glow as we sat across from each other savoring chocolate chip pancakes or french toast at her favorite diner.

I hadn’t gotten bored of seeing her writhe under my mouth or feel her hands on my chest when she sat on my face, grinding on my tongue. I had a feeling she wasn’t bored of me either; even when we passed each other between classes she flashed a cheeky grin and stuck her tongue out at me. Most of our housemates had to have known based on the sounds that must have come from her bedroom, and one gave me a two-thumbs up one morning as I stumbled out of her room on the way to the bathroom wearing only my boxers and a smattering of hickeys from my collar bone to my navel.

The Haunting of Licension Manor – Ch. 1

**Chapter 1: Invitations**

Sally Hines was free. At least from the world of high school. She stepped out from her last exam and made her way toward the bus stop to head home. Never again would she have to return to high school and the complicated social world that she had failed to understand. Next year she would be traveling off to college, far away, where she could make a fresh start. She would be able to reinvent herself. She could shed the dorky bookworm image and instead be the confident, intelligent young woman that she believed herself to be. Just the thought was already adding a spring to her step, her excitement building at a new stage of her life where the bullies didn’t exist.

“See you around, Hines with the Hiney!” a boy yelled out at her as he walked past. Sally deflated.

Discovery At The Club – Part 2 [FMM] [Coerced] [Bi] [First Post]

This is the second half of this story, i hope you enjoy it, again, please leave some feedback, i appreciate it. Thank you.

“Well, get on your knees and crawl to her, bitch” Alex commanded

My body shaking from a mixture of the nerves and the cold, I felt helpless, I knew what I was about to do, I was about to follow their rules, play their game, and the shame of that weakness washed over me. I began to bend the knee and prepared to crawl over to my sultry commander for the night on her throne of porcelain.

“Ah ah ah, wait” Jill crooned, her smile lit up by the light of the cubicle

I thought she was coming to her senses, she’d had her fun with me, she was going to cut me loose and spend the night with her rich, hunky husband, I was almost gleeful inside.

“Put these on first” she laughed a sinister laugh as she threw something at my chest, I knew what it was the moment it lightly brushed my chest and drifted to the floor, my glee was short lived, my embarrassment flooded back, ‘Damn, I was right’ I thought as I looked down and saw it on the floor at my feet, Jill’s red thong.

Wild Week Chapter 4 (family fun)

CHAPTER 4 : Still Tuesday

Madeline James was standing at the kitchen counter wearing her white terrycloth bath robe when Gayla knocked on the back door at 11:30. “Come on in, Gay,” Madeline called. Gayla entered, dressed in jeans and a flower print blouse. “Hi,” Maddie greeted her. “Do you want a cup of tea? I was just fixing myself one.”

“Please,” Gayla replied, sitting down at the kitchen table.

Madeline got out another cup and put a tea bag into it, then poured hot water out of the kettle into both cups. She brought the steaming mugs over to the table, setting one in front of her friend before sitting down across from her with her own. Stirring in a spoonful of honey, Madeline asked, “So, what are you doing today?”

“Oh, I’ve got to go grocery shopping this afternoon, plus I’ve got to go to the dry cleaner to pick up Bill’s suits for tomorrow,” Gayla said, slowly stirring her tea.

Surface Tension pt 1 [F/F] [oral] [fingering] [long]

You read about college housemates hooking up after weeks of mutual pining but you never think it would happen to you. That’s what I thought too, before I got a crush on my housemate Alex. I was 22, about 5’6″ with dark brown hair cut short in one of those gay mullet-hawk things you see lesbians with a lot. My body type was relatively stocky with broad shoulders, strong legs and zero curves because I did strength sports. Not very attractive to most men, not that I gave a fuck about mens opinions of me, but I digress. She was 22, a wickedly smart biochem major, and had a great body; about 5’8″, lean like a soccer player. Knew how to show it off too. The house we lived in was big, and we shared with 3 others to split up the rent nicely. We hung out a lot together with mutual friends who had similar interests in things like video games, exploring abandoned buildings, and weed. I could never really gauge how she felt about me, but I personally had the major hots for her. Once we had a conversation in her car while sharing fries and chocolate shake about labels and casual hookups, and I knew there was at least a little bit of sexual tension between us but, me being the clueless lesbian, never acted on the hunch. Instead I resolved myself to watching Alex laugh at our friends dumb jokes, listening to her boy woes, and wondering how my head would feel between her thighs.

Meeting the principal (mm)

So I’m a lean handsome 28 year old who shouldn’t have any trouble exploring my bi side, unfortunately I live in the middle of nowhere so even my most desperate times on Grindr don’t offer up much.

Which brings us to the story of how i met my boss on Grindr. Now I knew my boss was gay but he’s also married and I just never imagined him cheating. He’s a real tall twink with a bit of a nerdy vibe.

So anyways I’m at work on one of those staff development days with no students around. Mostly the day was to finish up grades before report cards came out but I was ahead of the curve and had nothing to do really. So I downloaded Grindr.

Almost immediately I get a message. Its a pic of a huge photogenic tool. It’s cut and perfectly shaved. Just mouth watering.

So of course I return the favor and send my own cock pic. My cock is slightly smaller than the monster this guy had but still 7 inches cut.