[fm] my bf secretly gets off to porn while I’m right there, and I’m so humiliated and so turned on

This was about 10 years ago and my then bf and I were students in our early 20s living together in a studio apartment. He’s tall, lean, latino, with brown skin and black hair. I’m short, white, very pale, blond, about 135, with perky tits. We had a decent if very vanilla sex life. I was not very happy in our relationship at that time, I felt like we weren’t spending enough time together, like he was ignoring me, and that’s where this story comes in.

We had a table in the corner of the room where we would sit at our computers, me on one side of the table and him on the next side over. Well one day we’re sitting there both working and I happen to get up from the table and I noticed he abruptly shut the window he had open, I didn’t see what it was but he had a sort of startled, guilty look. So when I came to sit down again I kept an eye on him. After a bit I noticed he had his hand under the table, and his arm was moving just a little. He had his hand in his pants and was sneakily jerking off right there next to me. A wave of shock and arousal hit me. I was sitting there wishing he’d finish whatever he was doing so we could hang out, maybe even fuck, and he’s jerking off! I didn’t say anything, just pretended I hadn’t seen and went out for a bit to sort out my thoughts.

My friend at the gym had me fuck his fiancee [mf] [hotwife] [cuckold]

Before quarantine, I went rock climbing a lot. Every day, if I could. I’d spend three or four hours at the gym, take a yoga class, read between routes, etc. I even subbed as a yoga instructor a couple of times, just for fun and because they needed a fill-in. I wasn’t really there to meet people, but I did get to know a few of the regulars over time. Matt and Alli were the couple that I saw the most. Matt struck up conversation after noticing a few of my Zelda tattoos, which were on display in any of the tank tops I’d wear. I wasn’t *trying* to show off– I’m just hairy and tanks have always felt more comfortable– but I can’t say I didn’t enjoy people being able to see my body. Average height, but in the best shape of my life at 30, and some women dig the tattoos and the beard.

Hannah’s Bimbo Space – Part 2

Sarah was next, confessing that she was a ‘slut’ who had been made to ‘beg for cock’ on more than one occasion.

“Why do you beg for cock?” asked Jackie.

“Because I get desperate,” replied Sarah, her voice quiet and powerless.

Everything the girls were saying was true. The text messages had been sent. Rachael and Sarah had demeaned themselves when horny, and Hannah did desperately hope that she had pleased Jake when he had last trained her.

“What a desperate little girl you are,” remarked Jackie.

“Yes I am,” replied Sarah.

Jackie looked at her for a few seconds before giving a satisfied nod and ushering her to her chair.

“Well now I think is the perfect chance for us to be honest.”

She walked over to Megan and grabbed a fistful of her blonde hair, pulling her up and off the chair, so she was standing up facing the audience.

“Megan has admitted that she likes threesomes. That she enjoyed being used. What does that make her Rachael?”

“A slut,” said Rachael, not hesitating in her verdict.

Hannah’s Bimbo Space – Part 1

Hannah was nervous. She’d only experienced ‘bimbo training’ one on one, not with this eight people. Three men and five women were sitting around the living room; four of the women were submissive, one was not. All of them were gorgeous.

With full lips, round eyes, a petite girlish face, and long dark that spilled down over her voluptuous breasts, Hannah had never been short of male attention. Her social media was full of constant requests from men, begging for a chance to meet, or racy pictures. But as a rule she didn’t like the idea of meeting men from social media, especially not when her tastes were so… different.

She’d met Jake when browsing a website that she definitely shouldn’t have been. The kind of website that made her want to tilt her phone away from any prying eyes, or hurriedly close her laptop when she heard a knock at the door.

He’d written a post offering to train someone to become a bimbo, something that Hannah craved, but never talked about. As she read about his talk of reducing women down to sex objects, strict behaviour control, and releasing her ‘inner bimbo’, she couldn’t fight the burning feeling of intrigue.

[MMF] Nursing in Front of my In-Laws Part 3

In Part 2 –

My father-in-law reached over my head and began to apply the lanolin on my nipples. My small B-cup breasts delighted in his fondling hands. I shivered when his lips brushed my ear and he said “Your tits drive me insane, Tracy. Insane. Such perfect tits for such a perfect little Mommy.” I lowered one of my hands to touch my pubis; Thomas’s hand came with mine.

“Dad? Tracy? The baby is awake.” We both looked at Bradley, hesitant to enter the room in which his wife was being caressed by his father. “Thomas,” I said, “let’s continue tomorrow, OK? I need some time alone with Bradley now.”

Late that night, at 1:00 am the baby cried and woke me. I went to his room, scooped him up in my arms, and sat in the nursing chair. I closed my eyes, my mind drifted back to times my husband applied the cream, and then to that afternoon, when his father had taken over. I made a decision there in the dark that would alter all our lives, then tiptoed back to bed. I was already wet again, down there. My libido was back.

PART 2 (Delhi Radhika) Real Indian Hotwife /Cuckold Story [M]FM(The shower)

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DISCLAIMER:This is for the couples who will be meeting me in the future :Pritesh specifically wanted SISSY HUMILIATION ,he categorically asked for it and explained the psychology to me very well.Radhika was really into the idea too. So, please don’t think this is what how all my experiences have been or will be.I am into all kinds of threesomes.Cuckold/Hotwife/ Stag / husband watching /husband in the other room/husband just wants to hear about the experience or see pictures/ husband actively participating. I have had some really good encounters with couples in Canada and I didn’t expect couples here in India to be so experimental and wild.
P.s :The story has been approved by Pritesh and Radhika and permission to post pictures was denied,though we did click a few with full face masks for reddit.Yes ,Radhika that was a taunt.?
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Converting The Feminist Ch4 [mf][bondage][gagged][consensual slavery]

After Blake threw me back in my room, I could tell how furious he was. I knew why too. Tyler spilled some information Blake hadn’t wanted me to know and was also trying to blackmail my husband into sharing me. If Blake was serious about me being his, I would be okay. Based on that and Blake’s history of being honest with me, I had a heavy feeling in my gut he’d turn me over.

While Blake and Tyler were arguing, I took the opportunity to pick at my tape bindings. I wished my nails were a bit longer as this would have been so much easier. It also didn’t help that Blake lift the nipple clamps on me. Every time I struggled too much or got frustrated, I would end up having my nipples tugged on.

Numerous attempts were made, but none succeeded, leading to my ultimate surrender. I laid in the bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to refrain from throwing another fit or crying. I’d done more crying in the past few days than my entire life. Curiously, I wondered if I cried enough would my tear ducts dry up? Not crying ever again over the person who hurt me most would be a happy change.

[B/s] [Voyeur] [BDSM] [Incest] Broken Family Incest – Chapter 01 Watching My Whore Mom

*Hello, kinksters!*

*I’m Lia, the darker half of Stasia Grey.*

*If you’re into incest stories sprinkled with a dash of dirty talk, a few slaps and spankings, some BDSM elements and a lot of orgasms, read on.*

*This is the first story I publish on the internet, so please let me know if you like it! My bestie, Amy, already posted hers. Here it is, if you haven’t read it yet:*

*Well, enough talk, let’s get straight to business.*

*And what a business it is!*

*Sarah, her sister, Melanie, and their mom, Diana, lost their home. No worries, daddy’s there to help, even if help comes at a price. Would Sarah really trade her virgin pussy for a roof over her head, like her mom did? Are her brothers going to demand some ass too? Read and find out.*

I was packing my bags with no small amount of resentment. Despite numerous talks and pleas and attempts at bargaining, every one of which ending up in a heated argument, I still couldn’t understand why we had to leave our home and move in with *him*.

Him.

Back Room Fights 2.1: Nadia vs Dylan (Mixed MMA) [Str8] [mf]

Bar owner Claire stepped up to the side of the ring to make the opening announcements for the first fight. The back room venue had become more organized since the last month’s event. More chairs and tables had been squeezed in to fit a larger audience and a camera had been set up to stream the fights. Claire picked up a mic and began her announcements.

“All right folks, welcome back to our monthly night of steamy competition. We have five great fights scheduled for the night. Our first match is a mixed MMA bout that will take place in three minute rounds until a fighter submits or is knocked out cold. The winner will receive a $2000 fight bonus and 15 minutes to perform any sexual humiliation on the loser. Now to introduce the fighters. In the red corner, he is 5’10’’, weighs 209 lbs, and is a 25 year old fast food manager. Everyone welcome Dylan to the ring.”

I got invited to a threesome, only to be teased and denied all night [Sissy, threesome, denial]

So this is the time I was cucked… Is that the right word? I don’t even know anymore. Anyways, that’s not importnat. Last night I got teased, denied and I wimpered so bad, but I am still buzzing and flowing from it. It’s a long one, so grab a drink, and come enjoy my very eventful last night.

some backstory, me and my Daddy have been talking about inviting another person into our little play sessions. I’ve expressed the interest mainly and he’s always brushed it off. that was until yesterday.

In the morning, I made Daddy coffee like I always do. I gave it to him at his desk and asked him what he was doing today. He said the usual and thanked me for the coffee. I smiled and started to go do my chores for the house as I usually do. Before I left however, he whistled to me. “before you go, I want you to wear your little strapless dress tonight.” he said with a sip.

“My… dress? Are we going out?” I asked, puzzled, but excited.

“What? No. Somewhat. I’ve found a girl online. I’ve invited her over” he said.