A little background for me. I’m a bartender at a very popular bar in my area in California. As you can tell by my profession, I encounter a lot, and many of the things I experience are widely assumed through television. I do have a lot of fun and a lot of my encounters are exactly what you’ve assumed. I’m not the most fit, nor the most attractive guy, but I’m extremely flirty during my shifts and many women tend to play along, while sometimes it goes much further. Theses stories are just that. I am not a writer so I apologize for my wording. All of my stories have happened. Here we go…
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My Transition from a Lady to Hypersexual Freak
I was a very sexually reserved lady until I hit my early to mid 30s. I was a virgin until 18 and my husband was only my second sexual partner. Around 32 years old I started masturbating thinking about kinky friskier sex. I started fantasizing about gang bangs, rape fantasies etc. I ask my husband to talk to me about my fantasies. His stories were very erotic, he had me having sex with an entire baseball team, football team etc. I loved his stories, they would always end with an awesome orgasm.
Most men hit their sexual peak in their late teens to early 20s, while women reach their sexual prime in their mid-30s to mid-40s. In most relationships it’s the man that asks for an open relationship. We were different, I wanted the multiple partners. Even though my husband is awesome it was very hard for me to ask him, it ended up being very easy because my husband already knew because the fantasies we would discuss. I told him I desperately wanted frisky sex with other men and I wanted to experience “different sizes” so my husband let me go find both. BTW “size does matter”, girth is more important than length! LOL! I also had a couple of men that were the size of a forearm, these were kinky but way overrated. I am only 5ft 105lbs and 34DD so a lot of people thought I was much younger so I was fortunate to find younger frisky men. I was in great physical shape, so I could have sex for hours with many different men. I did allow my husband to see other woman but for the best part he was not interested, he was past his sexual peak.
After months of flirting my roommate and I finally had mind blowing, wild, incredible sex [MF]
I was living with a couple for almost two years and it had been a pretty decent setup. Rent wasn’t bad, the location was good, and I got to hang out with their dog whenever I wanted. They got engaged at one point and things changed a bit and we all decided I needed to move. I went apartment hunting and found a half-dozen places that met all the criteria I was looking for. Right neighborhood, right price, right space. The spot I ended up choosing was awesome. I was going to have two roommates, both ladies in their early 20s. One was in town working at a law firm and the other — we can call her Zoe — had just moved to town to get a Phd.
Zoe’s parents had bought the house for their daughter to live in while she was in grad school. Zoe found me and the other roommate on Criagslist of all places and, after seeing the house, and hanging out with the two of them one night to see if we had a good vibe, we agreed to live together. A few friends helped me move in at the beginning of summer and we had a great day of it before hitting the bars afterward for a few hours before having margaritas back at the new pad at the end of the night. Zoe, of course, was invited to come along since she had nothing to do and knew zero people in town.
The Princesses in the Tower – Chapter 4, Part 3 – Therese [Maledom] [Male supremacy] [Humiliation] [Dubcon] [BDSM] [Uncomfortable territory] [Les] [Masturbation] [Plot heavy]
*In loving memory of Larry Flynt*
**Therese**
Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you. One should never oppose the teachings of Christ, deaf to the righteousness that is not of this world. And this one central to boot! Verily, contradicting for the human mind, because God gave us the instinct to flinch from the unpleasant. I prayed for bravery, so it wouldn´t be just the spasm of soul. Fear, fear, fear, nourished by Agatha and Ellen.
“Reach out the other goddess and no slowing down, garbage-head!”
The Mexican waved the mighty flogger down on me, slashing my right hip. I cantered on all four, runny nose leaking over the task unwinnable by design. I slowed down the second I accelerated, two mouse traps from the floor snapping on my hands and one on my foot. I was as movable as a worm when I kissed Ellen´s big toe.
“Why should I bother with you, lump of poo?”
“You shouldn´t, ma´am. I simply deserve to be reminded of my worthlessness.”
The Princesses in the Tower – Chapter 4, Part 3 – Therese [Maledom] [Male supremacy] [Humiliation] [Dubcon] [BDSM] [Uncomfortable territory] [Les] [Masturbation] [Plot heavy]
*In loving memory of Larry Flynt*
**Therese**
Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you. One should never oppose the teachings of Christ, deaf to the righteousness that is not of this world. And this one central to boot! Verily, contradicting for the human mind, because God gave us the instinct to flinch from the unpleasant. I prayed for bravery, so it wouldn´t be just the spasm of soul. Fear, fear, fear, nourished by Agatha and Ellen.
“Reach out the other goddess and no slowing down, garbage-head!”
The Mexican waved the mighty flogger down on me, slashing my right hip. I cantered on all four, runny nose leaking over the task unwinnable by design. I slowed down the second I accelerated, two mouse traps from the floor snapping on my hands and one on my foot. I was as movable as a worm when I kissed Ellen´s big toe.
“Why should I bother with you, lump of poo?”
“You shouldn´t, ma´am. I simply deserve to be reminded of my worthlessness.”
When I was at university, I signed a no limits free-use contract with a guy I barely knew…[FM]
I was halfway through my freshman year when I heard about him.
His name was Jack, and he was the sort of guy you’re always told to keep away from as a fresher. Big. Misogynistic. Disrespectful. His dad was some sort of high-flying banker, and he never seemed to suffer any consequences from his actions. There were rumors that he’d raped girls. I heard he’d had a girlfriend in his second year who kept showing up with bruises – the sort she hadn’t consented to. I was warned to stay away from his frat house – especially when they were having a party.
He was dangerous. Scary. And I wanted him.
By that point, I’d had an idea knocking around for a while. The notion of a free use contract. The sort that would give up my rights for 24 hours, and make it clear a guy could do whatever he wanted to me. And once I’d heard about Jack I couldn’t get it out of my head.
When I was young, I had always been fascinated by the idea of giving up my rights. I’d heard about the saner sorts of BDSM – with safewords and negotiation, the kind where you submit to someone you trust. But I wanted something more intense than that.
The Mimosa Crawl [Free Use] [Group]
Things had been pretty horrid during the pandemic, but once things were starting to relax and turn back to normal, Rachel began to feel better about life. She had missed hanging out with Katherine and Jimena, and now that they were together again she felt a lot of the comfort that she had missed for the past year come back to her.
Jimena also made Katherine’s heart jump when she saw her. Her dark skin always captivated Katherine. She didn’t know what it was, but people with island complexions always made her want to stare, and never out of wonder, but always out of lust. She tried her best to keep her eyes on the flute in front of her.
Rachel held out her glass for the other two to toast. Her thick lips shined against her white teeth. Her brunette hair was done in a perfect bun. She looked confident and sure but inside she was tearing herself apart.
[FM] Thank you Pfizer: I’m finally doling out handjobs to strangers again
Yes, I’m giving out random handjobs again for the first time in over a year. Maybe “random” isn’t quite the best term, as of course I do my best to vet handjob recipients. But they are random in the sense that I meet strangers off Reddit.
I’ve diligently stayed 6 feet and – usually more – away from people since last March, always worn a mask, and scarcely seen anyone socially outside my household. Gone have been the hookups, group play, spontaneous dates, and of course, the anonymous handjobs of the Before Times. But my second shot was in late March, and at this point about 60% of eligible adults in my state have had at least their first vaccine dose. So in recent weeks I finally got to thinking that it felt safer to perhaps ease into a new-normal level of handjob giving.
I slapped up a fairly wordy r4r post (since deleted) detailing what I was looking for, such as fully vaxxed, age parameters, respect, basic literacy, and ability to host. Within hours my inbox gathered a few dozen replies, and overnight even more, with few of those up to spec. A small smattering stood out as candidates worth following up on.
My [F] dream last night. [Group] [free use]
“FREE USE” GIRL HAD AN EVENTFUL NIGHT
DREAMLAND – At 7:53 AM, a young woman, Hannah, was found tied to a Dreamland City park bench. Hannah had a sign above her head that read “FREE USE!!! Use me please.” She was found cover in cum with seven tally marks on her inner thigh and various sayings written all over her body – “Cum Here”, “Eat Me”, “Whore”, “Cum Slut”, “Make Her Suck It”, among others. Hannah has no recollection of how she got tied to the park bench. The following is an account of the events in her words.
“I woke up to a random strange man fucking me. I started to scream, but he covered my mouth and said, ‘Shut up free use slut!’ I was so terrified and realized I was bound, so figured there is not much I could do, so I should just enjoy the situation. This first guy finished inside me rather quickly. After he finished, he stuck his semi-hard cock in my mouth and made me clean it off. He made a tally mark on my thigh and wrote a comment on me and just left me on the park bench dripping cum.
Nutrition and Love (Part 4) [milk] [ffm] [breasts] [milkmaid] [lactating][udders][romantic]
July’s eyes widened in disbelief. She was shocked to see Amy and Jay lay cuddled in sleep in her bed with Amy’s head resting peacefully in Jay’s mildly-hairy chest. Amy was wearing a thin lacy chemise that revealed her treasures, her hand resting motionless inside Jay’s boxer, her fingers wrapped around the base of his manhood, the flagpole that belonged to July. July’s heart raced with rage. Here is her best friend, to whom she gave herself, met her every need for many years selflessly, sacrificed a few of her past relationships, withstood pain for her pleasure, Amy sleeping with her crush. July had hoped that her feelings for Jay would develop into something bigger,a real relationship after many many years. All of July’s dreams were shattered in a second, a dream in which Amy had no place in. A drop of tear rolled down her cheeks while she was still staring at them. July was torn with so many questions in her mind – “Should i throw Jay out?”;”Should i wake them up calmly and walkaway as if nothing happened as she hadn’t conveyed her feelings to Jay?”; “How can Amy do this to me when i gave myself to her?”; “How did she miss their relationship? did they knowingly hid it from her?”
July startled at the sudden sound, the sound of her alarm and woke up. It was all a dream; a nightmare of a dream that could very well become a reality if she doesn’t act fast. At this instant she realized what she had for Jay was not just a crush but it went deeper than that. She thought to herself that it was time to convey her feelings to Jay as her want of him has evolved to a need without her knowing.July looked at Amy who was still sleeping like a child and thought to herself that she would never let her insecurity spoil their relationship. She got off the bed and noticed that the time was 5:30am and Amy’s first day at work was to start in an hour.
July walked over to the bathroom and showered quickly. She turned the water temperature a little more hotter than usual. When she was done, she stepped out of the shower with water dripping all over and looked herself in the foggy mirror. She leaned forward to wipe the mirror and observed that her breasts looked bigger than yesterday, her nipples perkier. She dried herself and went to the kitchen. It was 6:00 am and Amy was still sleeping. July rinsed her french press coffee machine and started the kettle. With only 30 minutes to go, July got dressed and woke up Amy. Amy woke up, asked for the time and realized she missed the alarm. July assured her that it was she who turned it off. Amy rushed to the shower gently pushing aside July who was expecting a morning hug. July’s heart sank a little but returned back to the kitchen quickly. There was no time for breakfast. The kettle whistled and July poured the hot water from the kettle in to the french press, added coffee powder and walked over and sat on the sofa. She reached back under her t-shirt and unhooked her heavy-lift bra freeing her breasts which had started leaking after the warm shower. July gave a good wetting lick on her nipples, reached for the milk machine tubes and plugged it over her nipples and turned it on. The machine whirred in action and sucked in her nipples in to the tube extracting the nutritious milk. She bumped up the pressure causing the tube to suck more of her nipples in. July could she that her flow had increased in the tube and her milk is now richer and creamier .The two small bottles filled up quickly which she intended for Amy’s breakfast and lunch supplement. She capped the bottles tight, put her bunnies back and confined them back in her bra cups. The clock showed 6:20 am. Amy hurriedly walked out of the bathroom dressed for work. Without a word exchanged, they both walked out the door.
On the way to work, July handed Amy the two milk bottles. Amy paused, looked directly in July’s eyes with a questioning look. July looked away and said “You’re my baby and i cannot let you work hungry. I know you do not like it but this is just for today”. Amy nodded and both paced to the smoothie bar. July expected this reaction from Amy as she had told July in their early milking days that she’ll drink directly from her breasts or milk her breasts herself. To Amy it was not just the milk but the bonding and connection that comes with the breastfeeding. July milking her breasts just for milk using the machine reminded Amy of the robotic life of the dairy farms. At times Amy looked July as the mother that she had missed, as a big sister when she needed advice and as a partner who shared and accepted common interests in bed.
July and Amy reached the smoothie bar. July introduced Amy to her colleagues and made sure that the shift manager was going to take care of the training. Customers started coming in and most busiest hours of business is just a few minutes away. July kept looking at the glass door intently awaiting the arrival of Jay. The shift manager told July that Amy was in good hands and asked her to go get some rest before she ready for the evening shift. July wanted to stay longer but decided that it was in her best interest to start a conversation with Jay in the open, She waved at Amy, hand signed her not to waste the milk and walked outside slowly. She lingered in the sidewalk for about fifteen minutes which seemed to be forever. There was no sign of Jay. Thoughts raced in July’s mind – “Maybe he overslept and missed the gym?; maybe he wasn’t well based the way he reacted yesterday?; maybe something important came up at work and he had to go early?”. Lost in thought, she walked aimlessly looking down the floor. She had reached the intersection and pressed the pedestrian crossing light waiting for it to turn green. In the last few seconds she was joined by others who were also waiting cross the intersection. In the group of people in the opposite end, July noticed a familiar face in a glance – It was Jay , he was late but he looked fresh and to her surprise he smiled for a second. July blushed but wondered if he was indeed smiling at her. The light had turned green and people started walking. July let few people walk by so she can be closer to Jay when they cross. When Jay was five steps away, July slowed her pace further and smiled at Jay uncontrollable, her eyes wide open conveying that she had missed him. Jay had closed the distance and waved a “Hi” at her shyly and moved past July. This was the first bold move from either of them. July felt like she was floating but Jay and others have reached crossed the intersection and moved on to the sidewalk. A loud honk and shrieking tire made Jay turn back to look at July.
contd…
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