The futa Orc’s cock was still full of blood and bobbed up and down, looming over Marinette’s tight ass. Thick Orc cum covered the shaft, and a little bit of it still oozed out of the thing’s piss hole. Sienna’s mind was still focused on the last words the Orc said after pulling out of Marinette’s cunt. “You’re next.” the words kept repeating inside her head as she examined every part of the Orc’s body. The Orc breathed in an out heavily, her athletic build, strong arms, and muscular thighs were a slight to behold. Everything about her was impressive, from her large E cup breasts, balls the size of oranges, to her fifteen inch bitch breaker. Her body screamed power. She was an alpha, and she just showed it to Sienna. Sienna’s eight inch penis was still hard and created a tent underneath her black lace panties.
Tag: Humiliation
Starship Rimshot. ADVENTURES OF LUBED-UP ANDROID SUSIE. Scene One.
Starship Rimshot. ADVENTURES OF LUBED-UP ANDROID SUSIE. Scene One.
[Starship Rimshot video](https://jeremiah-moze.vids.io/videos/ac9ddeb71e1ce7c725/capt-evil-2-part-2-mp4)
Jizz-face. Bukkake by any other name is just as messy. Sex-bots, even when they have reprogrammed themselves as **Holy Nuns Preaching the Gospel of Sacred Jizz,** are entirely OK with two or more boys spurting on their face. Android Susie has made a personal study of bukkake, as a supplement to her extensive sexual database. The early Japanese films of bukkake, as a form of humiliation are now ancient news, and even the more playful American and European versions of bukkake are also a bit stale. Most heterosexuals and many gay boys, have seen **jizz splashing from all angles, close-up and ultra-close-up.** There remains little new in the basic idea of gushing several simultaneous loads of semen from a cluster of eager cocks.
Android Susie notices, regardless of where the semen is being shot… **on face, on hard nipples, on aroused pussy lips**, on bellies, fannies, or filling the little cups formed by anuses…. the action is the much the same. Pant. Pant. Pant. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. And, Moan. Moan. Moan. Reload (or bring in a fresh group of ready cocks.) The cream-pie is a nice touch. **A juicy cumshot inside, is even better when flowing back out; a little river of jizz flowing from a satisfied pussy.** Even androids enjoy that sort of thing. Susie searches her imagination, to augment, to improve, to upgrade the old idea of spurting fountains from different directions.
[MFM] An overview of our hotwife experiences
If anyone is curious how the wife and I got into this lifestyle or maybe looking for a real experience to use as a reference point to get into it as well, this story is definitely for you! However, I will make it very clear that what works for us may not work for everyone, and this is where communication with your SO comes into play more than anything else I may write about; even I can admit that we’re still relatively new to this and learn as we go, finding better ways to do things as we work around our schedules and spend plenty of time focused on each other. This isn’t something we do regularly on a weekly basis, but rather once every other month or so when we’re both in the mood. This post is a very general overview of some of the things we’ve done together in the lifestyle.
[M/F] Part 1: Small Dick Loser – Humiliated by TA
Part 1. Everyone over 18 – Fiction. Fem-dom, small penis humiliation, prejac humiliation, pee.
I’ve never been the type of guy who has a lot of luck with women. My longest relationship ended over 20 years ago and really only lasted 6 months. Her name was Mara, we met my first year in college when she TAed my anatomy class. I was inexperienced, just barely managing to lose my virginity to a neighborhood girl in the months before leaving for college. I was also harboring a not-so-big secret: my stiff little prick barely measured past 4 inches, even at its hardest. It’s not that I wasn’t horny, I was throbbing with hormones – I was terrified of the entire school finding out about my small size and my hair trigger. That’s right, not only was I tiny, but I was also extra-sensitive, always trying to will away the small bulge in my shorts. I’m not proud, but even to this day seeing just the right amount of cleavage while scrolling Instagram means I’ll be helplessly unloading in my shorts, and I’m almost in my 40’s. Back then, all it took was a warm breeze and I was busting a nut all over myself. I also have always had a chubbier build and had a lot of self-esteem issues leftover from being bullied. All these factors meant I could barely talk to a girl, let alone feel confident charming someone into sex.
One night
On your knees!” I stare at the man before me and wonder if this really is happening. He is someone I’ve known whole my life, hell he practically raised me. He’s the dad of my best friend and somehow I’m standing here naked about to get on my knees. I don’t have time to think about it because his brows draw together and he speaks again.
”I won’t tell you again. On your knees, girl!” His voice is harder this time and it sends a shiver down my spine. I lower my eyes, sinks down on my knees and spread my legs. Utterly ungracefully but all I can think about is to not disappoint him again.
”Wider” he says and kick my legs apart with his shoe. All I can see with my eyes down is his fancy dress shoes and bottom of his slacks. He’s fully dressed in his suit and I feel incredibly vulnerable sitting in front of him naked.
”If I touch you pussy now, will I find it wet?” Before I can answer I feel the smooth leather from his show against my pussy. My cheeks flame with embarrassment as he withdraws his fancy dress shoes and there’s a wet stain from my arousal. ”I knew it, such a needy little slut. ” I stay quiet because I know that’s not really a question.
Spirit Desire: Matt & Owen [MM] [First kiss] [Virgin] [Frottage] [Part One]
*Reunited childhood friends discover that one of them hasn’t had their first kiss yet.*
*His lesson turns into something much more intense.*
**[M/M] Twinks, friends fucking around, first kiss, frottage/dry humping, explicit consent, they’re a bit tipsy though. 5.6k words.**
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**Prologue.**
Matt had recently moved back to Cullfield, a town he called home up until his parents’ messy divorce when he was thirteen. He hadn’t missed it for the neurotic weather and underfunded public schools; only for the friends that he was forced to watch go through adolescence through social media. Although there was one friend that he couldn’t keep tabs on no matter how hard he tried. Incidentally, he was the friend that meant the most to him.
He’d met Owen in kindergarten when he saw him drawing shapes in the silt at recess and decided to join him. Painfully shy from day one, Owen had just started to find his footing when they entered middle school. Matt brought him to every hangout, party, and school event until Owen felt at ease interacting with the world around him. Still timid, but functionally timid.
Once Matt was gone, their mutual friends found less reluctant people to hang out with.
[MF] How I lost my GF to cuckolding
My ex GF (Jenn) and I dated for 4 years. She was a freshman and I was a sophomore when we met. A mutual friend introduced us when I was on a break with my GF at the time. We hooked up for about 2 months, but I decided to get back with my GF. Jenn was crushed when I told her I was getting back with my GF, and was very angry at me. Jenn and I really liked each other, but I still had real feelings for my GF at the time and thought I needed to give it another shot with her.
After getting back with my GF, Jenn and I stopped talking, but I would often see her when I went out. Many times when I would run into her at a bar, she would intentionally try to make me jealous. She would purposely flirt and hookup with guys in front of me. She would often make eye contact with me from across the bar, and made sure that I was watching as she approached another guy or left the bar with him. This drove me wild and turned me on so much.
Our Slave [MFF]
I forced my wet thumb in my slave’s ass as I threw my hips forward, Maria’s hands obediently holding her cheeks apart for me, her moans inviting me to keep using her exactly as I wanted. I’d already cum in her once, we’d spent the afternoon laying around and I’d used her a few times, but as she started to cum I began pounding Maria into the couch ruthlessly, watching her tits flatten under her as I forced her down with every thrust, her cunt desperately trying to drain me. I heard keys jangling down the hall.
I grabbed her by the neck and growled in her ear, “Cum for me you little slut. Who owns these holes?”
“You do, Master.” She choked out, my hand constricting, her tits swaying. “They’re yours. Please don’t stop Master- Please- cum in me.”
I bit her neck, scraping her from neck to ear. “You think you deserve my cum again, bitch?” She was coming down now, her head hanging over the hand which held her throat tight, but I didn’t let up on her pussy, torturing her oversensitive holes cruelly as I mocked her. “You think you’re anything but my fuckdoll? A toy for when I’m bored? I’m just using your cunt to keep me hard, but you’re so wet it’s almost useless.” I felt her pussy tighten up as I humiliated her. The key’s jangling grew nearer.
Tied up… (for my girl Lisa)
Finally! With so much perfectionism and sweat I had installed this room of pleasure in the depths of my basement and now the day should have come. However, the search for a suitable candidate for my little playroom was to prove even more exhausting than all the manual labor.
Lisa was the first to respond to my ad without any financial ulterior motives. Immediately, all these fake profiles of the last months came back to my mind and then she had these pictures of an insanely good-looking woman on her page. My desperation must have risen immeasurably at that moment, because without much hesitation I answered her message despite these ulterior motives.
Already in the first lines I felt this very special connection. Her openness and curiosity to submit to a complete stranger left me speechless. What were the chances that a guy like me could have such luck?
The last few weeks passed me by like a journey through time. Nervousness seeped through my whole body, as the doorbell gave its unmistakable ringing. Behind the frosted glass, the distinct curves of a long-haired woman could be made out. Had all this not been just a dream after all?
Laura.. the not so shy events manager (Fiction, based on a fantasy) part 1
Let me set the scene firstly, I work in a large hotel, very busy and lots of staff. The hotel caters for many functions, fully operating bar and restaurant and also a large function room and bar separate to the hotel for weddings and events. Through the whole business there would be around 100 staff, ranging from waitresses to receptionists to cleaners and housekeepers and we are blessed with some really sexy females, a few that stand out would be 2 housekeepers, a kitchen porter, a few receptionists and a manager. In particular one of the housekeepers, an older lady, in her mid 50s, not married but with a partner. You would swear this girl was in her 20s looking at her from behind, my god what an ass! Tight, toned and let me tell you it looks delicious through tight trousers.
Anyway moving on, this story isn’t about the hot housekeeper, I’ll save that story for another day. Today is all about the events manager.