Good Cowboy [fm] [Fdom] [huml] [bdsm]

G was exactly the type of girl referred to in the saying “don’t stick your dick in crazy”. She was absolutely crazy, but this was not always immediately apparent to everyone. Maybe this was because she was also insanely attractive in a conventional way, leading to so many males discarding all of their rational thinking upon seeing her cute, busty little body and doll face. Due to this, those who crossed paths with her often ended up with very unusual fates.

She may have not been the brightest, but she could just wear a low cut top and sleep with a different guy every day if she wanted to, which was all the power she needed. But instead, she was on a constant mission to finding “the right guy”. Of course, the breakup was always his fault, and often based on nothing but “bad feelings”, suspicions or gossip. She would then often punish those who she thought had wronged her in strangely creative ways.

Told [m] wi[f]e about my ahegao fetish, and a few more

My wife (f22) and I (m27) kinda got stagnant in our sex life. About a month ago we started being more open about our fetishes and what we like and don’t like.

It started with sex or blowjobs in public. Like by a window in a hotel on the first floor with people walking by, to in the car. We added another woman which was a blast for both of us.

I have a thing for humiliation and being degraded, she’s working on that one.

Experimented with more choking and roleplay. Needless to say we are back at it again like we were 4 years ago. Any chance we get, however we like it.

Well yesterday I told her I had a thing for ahegao. Little did I know she spent all day yesterday looking it up, watching videos and practicing.

She busted it out on me last night during sex after she was done, and I have never came so quickly.

This morning she did it again during a facial, even better than last night. Never have I came so hard and with such velocity.

Advent Kinkendar: December 8th [Ffm-MMMMMMMMMM]

I slept so well last night; I guess yesterday was just so intense it exhausted me on a very psychological level. Miss made good use of that fact, though, when she came to wake us. I don’t know what she tried first, only that I woke up to a weird smell and warm, sticky feeling on my face. Still groggy I rubbed my eyes, smearing it everywhere. As I opened them I could see a blurry image of Miss squeezing the last of the boy’s cum from his hard cock onto my face.

“Morning cumsluts” she smiled widely, getting up, wiping her hand on his hair, and heading downstairs. Some of his load dribbled down my chin and dripped onto my chest as I got up and we followed her down. As we served her I could feel it starting to dry in places, and I could smell nothing else. Unlike other days, Miss left nothing over for us, and as we cleared up we could hear her welcoming guests through in the other room.

Bull has my sissy ass gangbanged [MFM]

True story.
When I was in my early 20s I had an open relationship with my girlfriend Jessica (a few years older) and we had a good friend I’ll call Bill (40s) who was our dom/FwB/bull. Check out my story “Bi Bull turned me” for more details.

We were all good friends but when we played, our roles were Bill as the alpha dom bull, Jessica was his sub and I was the sissy cuck sub to them both. Our roles were only active for a couple hours at a time until one weekend when we all had days off together. We agreed to drive out of town and have fun with our roles active the whole time.

Smells Like Middle-Aged Desperation [MF, light age-based humiliation, oral]

I’m in charge of a business function that covers several different offices, so I’m often on the road to visit the locations. I kept hearing the name of a new salesperson come up: Linda Marconi. Some of my staff at the office she worked at were becoming very involved with problems she should have been calling into a service desk for. I asked them to redirect her, but then I would hear from other employees that they continued to help her.

I was a little puzzled–these guys usually tried to avoid dealing with people as much as possible. So on my next visit, I kept one eye out to see if Linda would stop by the area where my team was assigned. By noon on my first day there, the question had been answered.

The clicking heels announced her presence and I looked up subtly to see a nice pair of legs. She was wearing a skirt that was too short for an office and four-inch heels. I already had a feeling about what her deal was before she turned to peek into my office. Once I saw the tell-tale overuse of eye makeup and low cut shirt, I knew she was experiencing what I call the “aging stewardess syndrome”: an aging woman who relied on her looks for professional success and was not dealing with her decline very well. I didn’t give away that I had checked her out and continued to work.

My biggest fantasy is to be raped. I’m ashamed to say that because it’s not something a woman should admit.

My reluctance to say it out loud stems from a conversation I had once with a friend’s boyfriend in a pub. We were chatting about fantasises (you know the type, sex in public, Britney Spears in *that* school uniform) when he suddenly announced that it was every woman’s fantasy to be raped.

I thought it was the most misogynistic thing I’d ever heard because at that time, I saw rape as a woman being forced at knifepoint to have sex with a stranger in a dark alleyway somewhere. So why would any woman in her right mind want to endure that humiliation? No woman *wants* to be hurt and degraded like that.

But his words stayed with me and I was determined to prove him wrong in every relationship I had after that.

Every man I have been with knows that I’m no victim. I’m in control of all aspects of my life and I certainly don’t let anyone dictate to me what I should do: everything is done *my* way, especially sex.

My boyfriend suggested an open relationship. It went amazing for me. For him? Not so much [MF]

My boyfriend (now husband) and I were exclusive all the way through college and while I had fucked other guys, he hadn’t been with anyone but me and wanted to get to experience that, so he suggested an open relationship. I love him, but he has a 4.5 inch cock so I easily said yes, lol.

As soon as we became open, the first person I knew I had to call was a guy we both knew from college, named Greg. I wouldn’t say he was a friend of my boyfriend’s, they actually never got along at all. I had, however, heard rave reviews on his sexual abilities from friends of mine who had fucked him, as he was a bit of a player.

Although I was honest about the situation, being an open relationship and all, he definitely got a specific kick out of fucking me since he and my boyfriend butted heads so regularly for years. I remember the first time I saw his cock, gasping as how huge it was, he laughed and started making jokes about how my husbands must not be very good. This is when I started to realize my cuckolding fetish: I was unbelievably turned on by this big cocked stud mocking my husband. At first I kept this as an internal fantasy only, as I did still love my husband and felt pretty bad that I’d constantly tell his “enemy” that he fucked me better than him.

Asian Take-Out [Str8] [Mf] [cheating]

I’m a creature of habit, until I’m not. Left to my own whims, I’ll stick to a well-worn path of choices with predictable results. When I’m pushed in another direction, I find I really enjoy it once I get past the initial resistances. Yet for whatever reason I have difficulty in moving myself away from my norms.

Gretta, known as Gigi, was based in my company’s Manila office. Gigi and I had worked together for a few years before we met in-person. We had a great rapport and even engaged in some playful flirting while we had calls, which wasn’t unusual with the single women from that office. I always enjoyed their schoolgirl-like giggles when they first heard my deep voice.

The events in this story took place during the tail-end of the years of being able to know someone without being able to find them easily through social media. So, I’d have pictures in my mind of these Filipino girls I spoke with–eager, lithe, and just out of college–but I didn’t know what they actually looked like.

Thornton Manor (Part 1) [Mf, Str8, anal, Mdom, fantasy]

*This is part 1 of a story set in a society in which women are valued for their use as sex objects. I refer to girls 16+ as being sexually available because in my country that is the age of consent. If you feel icky with that thought please substitute 18, 21, or whatever you feel comfortable with.*

 

**Thornton Manor**

Thornton Manor is a correctional institution for girls aged sixteen and above who require anal training. Once enrolled, they remain within its walls until they graduate. Although some trainees are here voluntarily, most are sent by one of the men in their lives: their father on their sixteenth birthday to ready them for marriage, or their husband when they take possession of them and discover to their disappointment that they haven’t been adequately trained.

 

Any girl over the age of sixteen knows that she has to give up her asshole at any time, to any man who has a claim over her. Her father has the initial stake (though most choose not to invoke their rights), passing on to her husband once she is married – but any man who holds a position of power over her also has a stake. If she is still in school, not only her Headmaster, but each class Teacher has rights over her. If she is working, her Manager will be entitled, as will anyone with seniority over her. In fact, any professional man she encounters (Doctor, Lawyer, Policeman) may choose to invoke his rights.

A weekend of sharing another man’s wife has deeply affected me [MFM]

Eight months ago I had a truly life-altering encounter with a couple new to the hotwife lifestyle. It’s since evolved into a relationship outside the bedroom as I consider them probably my best friends. I don’t have a lot of friends, this is true. And fewer who invite me over for regular threesomes. But what’s the old adage? Seek and ye shall find sex friends? No. The best things in life are threesomes? Maybe. Something like that.

Last January Aly and Sam posted an ad in my neighborhood looking for a F/MF/M. Taking a look at their post history (nearly 40K in karma over six months), I nearly forgot to send them a message. I could have scrolled through their photos for hours and been happy. She was gorgeous and (my impressions from her photos) had the perfect curves. Pretty tan (found out later how much they travel), a cute face (from what you could make out; a cute chin at any rate) and absolutely remarkable breasts. One of the things she asked me later was “Are you a tits man or an ass man?” Normally, I’m a tits man. But I don’t have a preference to size or shape. Hers though…my God, they might take the cake. Large, perfectly shaped, and her nipples were pierced (one is now; that’s a rough story). In one of the videos they’d posted her husband massaged her breasts and tweaked her nipples hard…that was one vid I watched over and over.