Roleplay with [m]y girlfriend as an intruder breaking in

[Trigger Warning] I realize that not everyone is comfortable with the idea of forced role play. This story takes place between two consenting adults, where the idea of the role-playing came from the female partner.

This story takes place with my first girl friend, my first love. The funny thing is, we never had penis-in-vagina sex. She wanted to save herself for marriage. However, she still remains the most kinkiest sex partner I have ever had. We did anal regularly, used hand cuffs/rope, I gave her facials, she swallowed all the time, we had sex in public (fitting rooms, parks, etc), she liked being degraded, loved dirty talk, would call me in the middle of the day to let me listen to her finger herself, etc etc. To this day, she is the wettest girl I have ever been with. After our sex sessions the sheets would always be soaked.

Because she was my first, I didn’t realize I had stumbled across a unicorn. If I did, I would have made a bigger effort to make the relationship last.

[M]y girlfriend didn’t realise how much she loved being dominated until I [F]ucked her on the couch

Recently my girlfriend has been working super hard, and over the lockdown period I was able to save up some money, so I decided to treat us both and book a week away visiting some old university friends of ours. It’d been months since we’d had somewhere with just the two of us, so we were both very excited when I booked the Airbnb.

After going out with our friends during the first evening we were there, we decided to take the second day to have all to ourselves. From the moment we woke up, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. We were either kissing, fucking or sleeping. We took full advantage of the luxury of being able to be as loud as we wanted, whether that be moaning, talking dirty, or her favourite… spanking.

Our friends know my girlfriend as a strong, mature, independent woman (and rightly so, she is all those things and it’s incredibly sexy), but over the years of exploring together, we have discovered that she also *loves* to be my dirty little girl. Whether that means whispering into her ear how dirty she is as I play with her, or tying her up and putting her on her knees so she can worship my cock, or pinning her down and pulling her hair as I fuck her from behind. The moment there is even a hint of my dominating side showing, she becomes mine to use as I please.

[M]y [F]irst time with Lily (Part 1/2) [Cheating] [No Penetration] [Cliffhanger]

My name’s David, and this story takes place nearly a decade ago when I was 21. For a brief period of time I was sleeping with my OG high school crush, Lily. Lily and I had always been close friends in high school, but owing to my own nerdy demeanor and bad timing with our other relationships we had never actually gotten together during our teens. Like a lot of guys, I didn’t find my confidence until University, when girls started noticing and hitting on me for the first time.

Lily was an absolutely bombshell. 5′ 9″ (somewhat shorter than my 5′ 11″) with alabaster skin in contrast to her crimson red hair and sharp green eyes. Her classic hourglass frame and plush D breasts made her the subject of many people’s attention – guys and girls alike. She was the most outgoing bisexual girl I ever had the pleasure of seeing romantically, and was simultaneously flirty but dismissive in a way that just made everyone around her crave more of her attention.

I [M] 34, Throatpie’d A Porn Star At A Porn Convention

I work as a journalist and whenever there’s a sex-related assignment on the table I snatch it up. A couple of years ago there was a porn/sex convention that came to the city nearest me and I snagged it. I’d never been to anything like that so I had no idea what to expect.

My job was to write a pretty generic piece “The 10 Craziest Things to do at [X Convention]” or something like that. I’d been not masturbating (save for occasional edging] for many months so I was exceedingly horny. I couldnt stop thinking about what it might be like. It occurred to me that a lot of normies probably hear about conventions like this one and reflexively think, “I wonder if there’s any chance of getting laid at one of those things.” Or maybe it was just me.

I got fucked by an older man

***A note from me:***

***Hi guys! It’s been a while since we’ve caught up. The past few months have been super busy but I wanted to take some time today to talk about one of my latest adventures. If you’ve read my previous posts, you know my history. My name is Nina, I’m 28 (recently celebrated my bday!), 5 feet 1 inch, with dark hair and I’m Canadian-Lebanese and over the past year and bit, I’ve gotten sexually involved with my husband’s friends. Going from a good girl raised with a conservative upbringing to the free spirit I am today has been an adventure like none other and I am happy to have taken you guys along for the ride. I hope you enjoy the latest chapter of my life!***

My husband and his group of friends (the boys) decided to enjoy the nice weather and go golfing. Ken, Nick, Jamal, and my husband and I were the only ones that could make it. I’d never golfed before and didn’t have any intention of playing, but wanted to hang out with the boys. One of the guys, Ken, had recently started seeing someone and brought her along as well. It was nice to have another girl to hang out with. I put on a pink mini skirt and a black short sleeve shirt and wore casual running shoes. When we got to the golf course, I met with everyone and instantly hit it off with Ken’s new girlfriend. The boys did their thing and started to play, while I hung out in the background.

Indian MILF turned slut. This is just the first part, it’s supposed to have multiple chapters and build up. Would anyone like to take this story and continue?

Indu was a fine married mother with curves to die for. She was Indian, and as such, had deeply tanned skin with jet black hair that accentuated her beauty. She had full, slightly pouty lips and large, natural breasts which she covered up in a conservative white blouse. Her wide hips and round ass caught the attention of men in her denim jeans. At 44, she could certifiably be called a MILF. Indu was shopping at the local mall for new outfits for the summer. She was looking at various tops when she noticed that a young boy was eying her closely. He looked to be barely old enough to be out of high school, if even that. He was white and had a sleazy look to him, the type of kids she would warn her own about. He was lean and muscular, with what looked like a bulge in his shorts. She walked over to look at various kinds of legwear, and she noticed the boy stealthily following. She picked up a pair of short shorts, thinking how slutty the dirty girls were who wore clothing that showed so much skin. She was curious how they would look on her though. As she spaced out, she accidently knocked some clothes down. She bent over to pick them up and saw the boy from earlier staring dead at her round backside, and noted that his bulge got bigger. Indu was curious about this boy now. She had never thought of herself as “sexy”, and yet this boy was clearly interested. But that sort of thing wasn’t allowed in her culture, not to mention she was married with children and much too old for the boy. “Can I help you, ma’am?”, asked the cashier, who’d seemingly come out of nowhere. “Yes, I’m actually looking for summer clothing, something comfortable to wear at the beach, but still modest”, replied Indu. “Oh, well we have a variety of clothes that could suit your needs in an aisle by the dressing rooms. I could help you find the right outfit, and even try it on”, said the cashier. Indu reluctantly agreed and followed her. She didn’t want the cashier’s help as she looked rather trashy. She had a great deal of makeup on, and when she spoke, Indu caught a glimpse of a silver tongue piercing. The girl had less defined curves than Indu, but they were there and she made no effort to hide them. Her cashier shirt had several buttons open that exposed her plump, tan cleavage and the top part of a thong was visible just over her waistline. They walked over to the dressing rooms, and Indu caught a glimpse of the boy who appeared to be following her out of the corner of her eye. He had a hungry look in his eyes. Indu considered saying something, but she didn’t want to make a scene. They arrived at the dressing rooms. “Okay, so just pick out any outfits you like and I’ll help you try them on ma’am. Oh, my name’s Raven, by the way,” said the sales girl. “Thank you, Raven,” said Indu. She looked around and picked out a light blue dress that didn’t show too much cleavage but still looked attractive to wear. She went inside and changed into the dress. She noted that while it didn’t show much skin, it still clung to her body and even appeared slightly see through. When she came out, she saw that Raven was waiting for her. From a distance, she also spotted the boy from earlier, who was doing a poor job of hiding his intentions. Raven saw her and smiled. “Ma’am you look beautiful. I’m sure you’ll be getting looks from all the boys at the beach.” Indu blushed and responded with ,”Thank you, but I’m actually married.” Raven remarked that her husband was a lucky man. Raven asked Indu to strike a few poses for her, just to see it from every angle. Indu felt embarrassed but moved into place as Raven asked. She felt very exposed and noted that Raven was standing very close to her. “Oh, ma’am I don’t think you’re wearing this properly, let me fix that for you.” Raven adjusted Indu’s dress, and to her horror, it now showed off an ample amount of soft, pillowy brown cleavage. Indu felt like she’d melt. Imagine if her husband or son saw her here, dressed like a cheap, second rate slut. Indu went back to change when she noticed that the boy was still standing in a nearby aisle, pretending to look at clothes with an ever growing bulge in his pants. She was ashamed of her outfit, but felt curious about this strange boy. Indu asked Raven to bring her other clothes to try on. She went back inside the dressing room and changed back into her regular clothes. When Raven returned, she handed Indu a variety of clothes to try on. Indu ducked back into the dressing room and came out in an outfit that surprised even Raven at her bravado.
Indu felt she would die of embarrasment. She was wearing a bright red T-shirt with a plunging neckline and blue denim shorts that showed lots of leg and accentuated the curves of her motherly ass. Her long, tan legs stretched out and the large, round mounds that were her breasts seemed like they could smother someone to death as they were nearly bulging out of the tight shirt she was wearing.

A Week of Slavery (part one) [No Sex] [Older Brother’s Friend] [Touching] [Protectiveness] [Interruption] [Display of force by younger sister]

It was the first time I’d left my house in months. It was fully against my will as I’d been extremely depressed since my high school boyfriend opted to break up with me via a basket of cookies made with almond oil that didn’t say they were made with almond oil. And, no, “I knew almonds were important for some reason,” is not a viable excuse for almost killing someone when you were told repeatedly over the three years you dated that almonds and anything flavored or dusted or in the vicinity of almonds could kill her.

It was my nineteenth birthday and my mom banished me from the house as I’d been sulking for about six months following a week long hospital stay because I tried to eat a breakup cookie and actually got it to my mouth before the reaction started. I was still sulking, actually, so my brother and his best friend literally picked me up by my wrists and ankles and carried me out of the house kicking and screaming. Our neighbors looked on as my mom stood on the porch and waved to us as the boys fastened me in in the backseat of the car.

[MF] [Incest] I don’t know how to love you.

My mother was 21 and fresh out of college when she married the 35-year-old untenured Instructor she had secretly dated her senior year. I was born 7 months later, which explains why they were in such a hurry.

One day when I was 14 I came home from school 90 minutes earlier than scheduled. I thought the house was empty – Mom and Dad ought to have both been at their jobs. I was surprised to find my 50-year-old father and his 19-year-old girlfriend in the house. Shouting and threats ensued. I told Mom a few days later and they were divorced before my 15th birthday. I lived apart from him for years; Mom had custody.

The next months were difficult, but once the divorce was settled and court orders were complied with life settled down. I had such negative feelings towards my father that I was happy he was gone. I hated him for destroying our family (while he seethed at me for being the agent of his downfall). I declined the available parental visits to or with my dad, much to his relief.

[MF] Rush Away Seeding

TL;DR Got caught parking with my pants down, enjoyed a short but passionate car chase, then came in my girlfriend for the first time.

** All participants in this story were of legal age; in this case, we were both 18+. **

I dated Tami (not her real name) towards the end of high school and through my first year of college. Yes, she was my first, and yes her thin frame, gigantic rack — and although her extensive collection of lingerie, stockings, and heels was odd for a woman of her age, I’d be lying if I said that she didn’t excite me. She excited me. Greatly. And she knew that I was excitable as well, so when I came back home for Christmas break in 1989, we picked up exactly where we left off, and multiply so.