Dominated in the office [m/f] [rough] [public] [masturbation/toys] (Part 1)

Laura had gotten a job at a busy worklace. It was an office job, sitting in an office all day, The building had multiple levels, three overground, one under. Down there was an archive, old files collecting dust and a few desks that could be worked at.

She worked in a small office that was meant for two people, therefore there were two desks. The room was lit up by one window, it was quite big, taking up almost half of the wall. Her office was situated along a long hallway, on the second story of the building, which meant that part of the building was relatively busy. People working obove and under her would take the stairs u or down to get to other parts of the buildings.

She would always hear people walking close to her office, the walls were thin and the doors were almost always kept open.

Sitting in an office all day, alone, wasn’t quite her fantasy of a career, but she just needed the job to earn some money to afford her rent.

Meeting a stranger leads to my first [MM] encounter

Quick note: This story happened five years ago when I was 25 and 3-4 months after ending a five year relationship. It ended up being a life changing experience for me and kicked off a period of self-discovery that helped me figure myself out post-breakup. There are a few paragraphs of build up, so if that’s not your thing, I marked where it picks up with *** if you want to skip ahead. Enjoy!

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If you’ve driven on an interstate highway in the US, then you’ve seen them.

“BEST ADULT XXX, TOYS, AND LIENGERIE!!! EXIT 201-B IN 52 MILES!”

And then there is another one…and another one…and another one. What’s a horny twenty-five year old man on a solo road trip supposed to do? Well, first you think, “Huh. Look at that”. Followed by “This dry spell has lasted quite some time now.” By the third billboard you’re contemplating if you should treat yourself to a fleshlight just to give your right hand a break. The fourth billboard approaches and now it’s decision time. Exit 201-B is in 1 mile, and the cruise control is set to 75. You have less than a minute to decide. My ADHD brain was never very good at impulse control anyways.

The Old Perverts’ Club (Age gap, non consensual, degradation, masturbation, piss etc)

Warning: This story contains depiction of non consensual sexual interactions. The writer does not condone such acts in real life.

Joe was fifty-eight years old when he discovered the Old Pervert’s Club.

He always new he was a bit of a pervert. He always had a thing for young girls, preferably eighteen or nineteen years old, and had the filthiest fantasies about them. He wasn’t afraid of admitting that to himself. Lately, his fantasies had been taken up to eleven when eighteen year old Lisa and her mother moved into the neighbourhood.

Lisa’s single mother worked all day and night and was seldom around. Lisa was a tall blonde with blue eyes, luscious dick-sucking lips, huge breasts and a pert ass. She often wore low-necked tops and booty shorts that sent all of Joe’s blood downstairs. ‘

The Club, Part 3 [kidnapping] [slavery] [rape] [MF]

*Note: This story contains kidnapping, rape, sex slavery/trafficking, and other topics that may be triggering to some. Read at your own peril!*

“Serve you? You clearly have employees to do that for you.” I wasn’t going to touch the ‘love’ topic right now.

“Serving me isn’t bringing me food or fetching my groceries. I want you to take care of my non-economic needs. Sex, romance, heirs.” … Heirs? I was 19 years old. He wanted me to have his children?! My eyes grew wide.

“No, no, no. I can’t do those things for you! I can’t have a kid!”

His response was simple, “you can and you will.”

We finished our breakfast in silence. It didn’t seem like there was anything left to say. He called Jamie using the phone on the desk and she came to take away our plates.

Once she was gone, he stood and said, “now, please get on the bed. I know you’re scared, I know you’re going to want to fight me on this, but I really don’t want to hurt you.”

I stood up and looked at him, my fear causing me to shake. “Master, I can’t. Please don’t do this. I’m a virgin!”

Confession 3 : The Roommate (FF, Masturbation, Fingering)

Well, this time I’m trying real fiction. Let me know what you think!

# ~~~ The Roommate ~~~

Dear Journal,

I cannot believe that I kissed her — or rather that she kissed me. It all started last night when our floor RA organized a pyjama party for those of us staying over the holiday. I did not want to go home yet, because I was planning on going on a ski trip with some friends. I just have to go back home before New Year, or else my mom might kill me.

The pyjama party was very boring at the beginning. We watched Coraline, a movie that in my opinion was neither scary nor particularly interesting. Then we played a couple of rounds of mafia. All in all, it was okay, but nothing to write home about. After a while, some people left to go smoke outside or go out to the city. My roommate Aiana and I went back to our room and invited our neighbours, Alexander and Mikhaïl, as well as Sofie, a new international student at the dormitory. Alexander, or Sasha, was a pretty popular guy at the university. He had good looks, but his charm mostly came from his brazen willingness to transform everything into a party. Mikhaïl or Misha, was his loyal sidekick, although quite funny himself. Sofie moved into the room next door last week and has since been alone as all her roommates left for their families. She is from Germany, but her university is in France I think, and by all account, she was pretty reserved. I was pretty surprised that someone so shy would travel alone to my country.

Road Trip Upstate (FM) (Voyeur) (Masturbation) (Blowjob)

This is a story between Gabby travelling with her boyfriend upstate for the weekend and Neil a trapper, who lived in the local area.

Gabby –

I was finishing work for the weekend and was looking forward to a nice relaxing weekend out of the city with my man. He had a small ranch type cabin which had horses and fields and plenty of space for my dog to run about in. So as he was due to pick me up I moved to the locker room to get changed. I pulled out a nice comfy t shirt and sweat pants to change into, as I was doing so, I debated with myself, then I though nah. I pulled down my panties and put them in the bag. It had been a long week since I fucked him, and I wanted to enjoy every moment I could with him and I planned on not waiting till we got to the cabin before I got my claws into him.

Andy –

Missionary in the Mission (MM)

I had never done this before – that is, until now. I didn’t usually hook up with guys I didn’t at least go on a few dates with, but god was he beautiful. His dark hair complimented with his dark skin, his dark brown eyes were flecked with gold, and even the way his muscles rippled in his arms was enough to cause my dick to rise a few inches. I had seen him around campus before and now we were in a humanities course together.

It was like any other Friday in SF: cold, damp, slightly misting but not enough for an umbrella. As we made our way out of the trailer building our class was in he stopped me by brushing my arm with his hand. My heart skipped a beat.

“Hey, I don’t understand this paper at all,” he said, supreme confidence in his voice, I melted, “any chance you would wanna come to my place to look it over?”

“Umm..” be cool I told myself, “yeah.. I’d really like that.”

He laughed, his eyes twinkling. “Cool, my car is in the lot – did you drive here?”

“No, I take the bus.” I answered.

My [M][26] first “time” with current GF [F][19]

Our first date wasnt anything special, a terrible state fair that we both acknowledged was bad. We walked around, got cheated by the fair workers, ate carnival food. Despite the fact the date setting was ridiculous and low quality, we still had a good time just talking.

From there we spent most of the night at a city park just talking. Its dark by then, we continue to just talk in my car. I take her home and when we get there Im waiting for a cue, is it a simple goodbye or…. and then she invites me in.

Lets just skip the rest of this shit. She finally asks if theres something I “want to do”. I know this and Im nervous so I just snap out of it and invite her to help me along.

Im inexperienced, despite the age shes far more experienced than me because I didnt have relationships. Anyways, we makeout on the bed and she unbuckles my belt and starts pulling my pants down.

Naturally Im rock hard, her first time seeing me is at full mast. She was impressed, I’m 7.5″. Not monstrous but not small. Her biggest to date. This excited her. She began to rub my cock. I watched as she put her lips around the tip. She was good, very good.

The Pizza Dare [FFM]

“Becca,” Jenna looked at me with a raised eyebrow. “Earth to Becca,” she wrapped her gands around her mouth to make a mock megaphone. I was… distracted. By her. I was distracted by her.

“Oh, sorry. I just spaced out for a minute there,” I said, trying to play it off. “What did you ask again?” She cast a glance my way that made me wonder if she knew what I was “spacing out” over. “Do you want to order pizza?” She asked for probably the third or fourth time.

A few friends and I that really hadn’t seen much of each other since graduating high school 2 years ago had a little pool party. Just a smaller gathering to get caught up with each other and hang out to beat the heat. We all filled out pretty well since high school, but Jenna… oh my GOD did she fill out. She had put on a little weight in ALL the right places and had curves for DAYS! Add in the fact that she had on a skimpy yellow bikini top that barely held in her tits and a bottom that was just a size too small that showed off her plump ass in all of its glory and perfectly traced the outline of her pussy… I get wet every time I think about it.

Ashley and Mark, a Work From Home Saga – Part I (M-F, accidental flashing, mutual masturbation, work fantasy)

Part I – Just a Quick Call

Ashley stared at the blinking cursor on her screen. She had to type out this meeting summary but she just wasn’t feeling it today. Working from home, while a blessing in many ways, was wearing on her. She missed the innocuous water cooler chats, the people who popped in to see how your day was going. She even missed her boss poking his head into her cubicle to give her a last minute, panicked analysis request because it just felt so…cold…receiving the same request over a video call. Above all else though, she missed Mark.

Mark had started around the same time as Ashley, the only difference he was in sales and she was in admin. They had attended orientation together and immediately they clicked. Their chemistry was off the charts, and many people around the office referred to them as the work-couple-who-wasn’t-an-actual-couple-somehow. She always laughed it off and so did Mark to her knowledge, they were close friends but they worked to maintain at least what appeared to be a level of professionalism between them.