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Brandi’s Training (OC)

Preface: I wrote this story for a fwb I had a while back, named Brandi. Figured you all might like it!

Brandi wasn't sure what to think when she pulled up to the big house at the end of the road, but her two friends assured her she'd be fine. Amber and Katie were her best friends, they'd never steer her wrong. Brandi felt a slight tingle between her legs as they pulled through the large iron gate at the end of the long driveway. Tonight would be a night she'd never forget. Tonight was Brandi's Sub training. Amber and Katie had been trained, and were introducing their friend to the lifestyle. As they exited the car in front of the large white house, Brandi couldn't help but to look at her friends. Amber was beautiful with her dark hair pulled back in a single braided pony tail, falling to the middle of her back. She was wearing a tight black lace corset with pink strings criss-crossing the front , bringing attention to her natural 38D chest. She wore thigh-high leather boots with a 6-inch heel, making her legs look amazing. Katie was wearing a similar outfit, but with green lace and only knee-high boots. Brandi was dressed a bit more modest, opting for a tight black dress with a plunging neckline that displayed her perky 36C tits very nicely. She wore thigh-high fishnet stockings as requested, and a pair of black 6-inch heels. Brandi was a bit scared walking up the steps, but she could feel her pussy getting wetter by the second. A beautiful blonde woman wearing nothing but a blue thong answered the door, greeted the women warmly, and invited them inside. As they followed this beautiful woman through the large house, Brandi was mesmerized by her ass gently shaking as she walked. They reached a large room with couches everywhere and pillows on the floor, Amber and Katie immediately dropped to their knees and started crawling. Brandi followed suit and dropped to her knees. Read more »

Wish Cums True Pt 4: Wife takes advantage [oral][FMMMM][buk]

Ever since my husband had his crazy wish granted, things have taken a very sexy turn. It's only been a few days, but in that time span, I've been constantly horny, we've had sex more than we had in the past year combined practically, and I've been working out like crazy. Every time I even walk briskly, it feels like I'm 80% to an orgasm. My body has changed too, to the point where everyone is looking at me and I'm just constantly aroused by all the attention and my pussy is swollen and dripping seemingly 24 hours a day. In short, I've become insatiable.

I was hot before the kids and time combined to soften my body a little bit, but now. . . My body is like a victoria's secret model, or a fitness model. My D cups have zero droop to them, they're so soft and supple but firm and bouncey, that I barely need to wear a bra anymore (and I often don't). Often, I no longer wear panties, simply because I'm so wet all the time that they would just be soaked and in the way. I find that I've been masturbating like 5 times a day at least, and even more if I can't fuck my husband Steve. Work has been kind of impossible, I can't concentrate in meetings and I'm constantly rubbing myself off under my desk. Read more »

The Adventures of Dennis Part 4: Stains (part 1 of 2)

At the end of the year parties at school, everybody gets their pick: either an attic in the woods, a dorm at school, or some sketchy basement. I was happy to choose the sketchy basement of my pal John and his girlfriend Lisa. They had a nice house down the hill from campus. It was June—college for us lets out late—and it was about 95 degrees. The party was obviously going to be crazy. What I did first was drink five beers by myself in my dorm. I walked down to their house by myself singing something loudly. I wore my black tank top and kahki jeans. I flexed my arms as I walked and saw that, thankfully, two weeks of not going to the gym had not really decreased my muscles. I was walking alone and singing and not caring about the occasional person giving me a funny look because I did not want to feel lonely. I was, after all, alone. Renee had decided to go to her friend’s film screening. I think she was mad at me. When I got to the house I said hi to everybody fairly quickly and was immediately offered a pot brownie. I took it. The last time I’d eaten a pot brownie I’d hated it; I was sick and vomited. I was in a mood to take my chances again. I talked with John for a while about our Semiotics class and how glad we were to be done with it. I don’t think I came across as too wrecked, although maybe that was just me. I spotted a few girls dancing awkwardly in a group to Miley Cyrus. They cackled when one of them tripped. They were also munching on pot brownies. I wearily made my way towards them. I leaned against the wall, throwing the rest of my brownie in the trashcan. I chose to just stare at the girl who had tripped. He hair was died a messy orange—you could still see her original brown hair color encroaching on her head—and she didn’t say much. She had on a denim jacket and wore black fishnet stockings with a preppy gray skirt. Weird, weird fashion sense. She noticed me staring at her and smiled and looked away. I kept staring, occasionally yelling something back at John. She looked over at me again, a little cock-eyed, but still, she smiled again. When she noticed me still staring at her for a third time, she whispered something to her friend and walked to me. “Hi, Amelia.” She said it like it was a diagnosis. She didn't hold out her hand. I shook it anyway. “Like Amelia Bedelia?” “What?” “Didn’t you read when you were a child?” “Um…yeah, but…” “You sure? You’re not illiterate? Maybe kind of a low IQ?” “What?” “I mean, I saw you almost fall on your ass back there. There’s only two possibilities. You’re high out off your gourd, or you need to pay a visit to the dum-dum store.” I tapped her on the forehead. “Pick one.” She just looked at me, uncomfortable. “I’m only joshing you,” I said, giving my best sensitive smart guy laugh. “Come on. Let’s dance.” “I am really smart,” she said. “But I’m not a great dancer. And I’m sure you’re complete shit.” “We’ll see,” I said. Read more »

Wish Cums True Pt 3: The Massage [Threesome (MFF), Cumplay, HJ, Mast, Oral]

Wish Cums True Pt 3 [Writer’s note: for those who tl;dr part 1 or part 2, I made a wish in a dream to be able to physically and mentally change myself and others. As a result, I went from a tall out of shape dad to a sexy hot model type with an insatiable lust for sex. Here is part three, where I start to really have fun!]

Now that I had the blessings of my wife, it was time to have some more fun with my powers. I thought about what to do, and where to go, and then I remembered Carrie. About a year ago I hurt my back playing basketball and I had to get physical therapy to get it fixed. Part of my physical therapy regimen was getting a massage every 2 weeks. My physical therapist recommended a massage spa across town and I went and saw Carrie for 12 sessions over 6 months.

I called up the spa and made and appointment and asked specifically for Carrie. The girl who answered said that the only appointment she had left was her last of the day at 4pm, so I booked an hour and tried to think of how I would get through the rest of the day until my appointment. Read more »