Groped, Betrayed,Blackmailed, [NC], [Blackmail] Part 12

Vicki was about to drift off to sleep, still lying beside Earl, his arms wrapped around her. Suddenly she felt the palm of his hand slap her ass, firmly, but not really painfully. “ Get up!, fucking makes me hungry, they have a very nice little restaurant here, but we need to get cleaned up a bit, don’t you think ?”, he barked with a laugh. Of course, he meant getting cleaned up together. Hardly anything was done in private. She rolled off the bed and followed him to bathroom. He already had the water running in the shower. He soaped her up first. Paying careful attention to her tits, spending more time than necessary soaping them up with his bare hands,then her stomach, and then moving lower to her crotch, spending more time than needed there too. She had to take his hand at one point. And tell him to please be more gentle, she was awfully sore after the pounding he gave her, although the warm water did feel good, she would rather soak in a hot bath. When he finished, it was her turn. She knew what he wanted, what he expected from her. She started with his chest, soaping him up from below his neck down to his stomach, rubbing with her hands round and round his chest and nipples, working lower down towards his stomach. As she washed him, she noticed how taught his abs were, really no flab at all. When she reached his cock, she knew there was no need in avoiding it and it immediately sprung to attention at her touch. Totally soft to start, she felt it harden and grow to the point her fingers wouldn’t quite reach around it. Not wanting to deal with it again so soon, she soaped up her hands and moved to his balls. They hung much lower than her husbands. When he fucked her they really slapped against her ass. She tried to turn her thoughts elsewhere, not pleased at the tingling between her own legs. She quickly moved behind him, working on his back first, moving down towards his ass next. She didn’t linger there, as he did on her own,but she did rub both cheeks with her hands, taking note of how tight his glutes were. Once she had him dried off, he told her to finish getting ready. He wanted her made up and looking her best so he could show her off. Suddenly it struck her. “ We’re wearing clothes to eat aren’t we ?” “Of course not” Earl answered. “Why would we ?” Vicki recoiled at the thought. She thought quickly and said “at least let me wear the bottoms to a swimsuit I brought along, please” she pleaded. Earl looked her over, standing naked before him. “I don’t know why you’d want to cover that body up, but ok, this time. Till you get more comfortable in your surroundings”. Vicki went to her suitcase and dug out the bikini bottoms. They didn’t offer much coverage, but at least it was something. She slipped into the bathroom to put them on. Looking in the mirror, she realized she needed a trim, and she hadn’t brought a razor. Sheepishly she stepped into the room. “Did you bring a razor”. Earl glanced down at her pubes spilling out from the sides of the bikini bottoms. “Yeah that’s not a nice look at all, looks better without em.” “Please”, you said I could wear them.” As he continued to look, he answered, “I brought one, but its an old style double edge Gillette, You’d probably slice yourself to pieces. I’ll go see what they have in the gift shop in the lobby.” She didn’t bother telling him that’s what she grew up using.She had sliced her legs up a few times and knew to be very careful, especially when giving herself a bikini trim. But anything to delay the inevitable.
When he returned he had an overpriced ladies slim style razor, shaving cream with Aloe (what a nice touch), and also a few other items in the bag. Wear this tonight too, since you won’t go naked, as you should. She looked inside and found a very sheer, see through black mesh cover up that matched the color of the bottoms. the length fell almost to her ankles. also in the bag was a pair of gold hoop earrings, and a gold chain necklace. She took the package and disappeared into the bathroom. She carefully trimmed her bush so that the hairs no longer protruded from around the leg bands. She removed just enough, as she had long ago when she wore skimpy, for her, swimsuits. she liked her bush, as did her husband. She then pulled the bottoms on, put on the sheer cover up, then the ear rings and necklace. Looking at herself in the mirror, she thought she looked like a cheap hotel whore. The cover up hid nothing, her tits and nipples were clearly visible, as were her butt cheeks from the back. She almost decided to strip it all off and go naked. But as she checked herself out in the full length mirrors, she decided it did help with some of the ‘flaws” she saw brought on by age. But then she thought to herself,”what the fuck do I care”. She ran a brush through her long hair, touched up her make up and walked out into the room. Earl was waiting. When he saw her his eyes brightened and he exclaimed “damn, look at you.” She didn’t say anything, but like all women, she appreciated the approval in his voice.
Earl had secured one of the golf carts provided by the resort to get around in. Of course, he was naked, head to toe. His cock started spring to attention when he saw her. He did nothing to hide it as they loaded up in the cart. He drove slowly through the village, Naked couples, and mostly naked men, paid close attention as they passed. She knew she was getting approving looks, even though she was, compared to the rest, dressed. To save her life, she couldn’t ride along with the disgusted scowl on her face that she felt she should have, it just didn’t fit her personality. She felt her face muscles easing, not quite a smile came over her features, but neither was she frowning.
At the restaurant, her “cover up” did little to cover the embarrassment she felt as they were seated. God, she glanced at Earl walking in naked. Thankfully, she thought, his hard on had subsided to just a “semi”. All the men were completely naked. She noticed that although none of the other women had their breasts covered, some were wearing bottoms of some sort,frilly, skimpy, Victoria’s Secret panties seemed a popular choice, maybe she could suggest that to Earl on subsequent nights out. After they were seated, a waitress,wearing nothing but a tiny g-string took their drink order. Vicki decide to just have wine, Earl a scotch. Maybe if he got drunk enough he wouldn’t be able to perform and she’d be left alone ?. As they had their drinks, she noticed the stares. Guys started dropping by, introducing themselves, first names only, and made no effort to hide the fact they were checking her out. Of course, they spoke first to Earl, but then their eyes were all on her, her tits had just as well been bare like all the the others. A time or two, or more, she heard the men ask Earl, “will you two be playing?”. The question, at first was lost on her, but when she heard him respond, “we haven’t decided yet” it suddenly dawned on her what was being asked. This was a “swingers” resort, as it had been boldly advertised. Surely he had no intention on making her have sex with other men. or women. She felt a sudden pang in her stomach. But why wouldn’t he expect her to ?. It had never come up, it had been just him before. She put the thought out of her mind as she took another drink of her wine and noticed the activity around all the other tables, as if deals were being made. Earl was noticing too. Sitting beside him, she suddenly felt his hand on her exposed leg under the table. Without hesitating he moved between her legs, and she felt it. The long bony finger, working back and forth, up and down her slit. She cringed,and tried to close her legs, but he forced them back apart, giving himself room for the lewd act. She didn’t try to stop him again, it would have been useless, and she didn’t want to ignite his anger later.He continued as they waited on their meal. Over another round of drinks, he asked her what she thought of the “getaway” he had chosen. “well, its certainly a new experience for me, eye opening, I’ll have to say’. But I never would have chosen it myself.” His eyes dancing, Earl replied, well we’ll see what you think at the end of the week, and maybe you can pick a place next time”.
At that Vicki thought, he never intends to let this go. She felt him take her hand and place it on his cock. She knew what to do. As he was had done to her, she lightly wrapped her fingers around his shaft, and moved her hand up and down along its length. She felt it growing beneath her touch, taking one finger, she placed it on the lower side, and starting at his ball sack, ran it lightly along the shaft to the tip of his penis, around the mushroom head, and back to his balls, then taking her hand, she lightly tickled his hairy scrotum. Looking across the room, beneath the other tables, she knew her actions could be seen by others too. She felt terribly embarrassed, but what could she do ?. She didn’t know how long she should continue, how excited she should get him, here in the restaurant. Thankfully, just before she was sure he was about to burst, he took her hand and laid it in her own lap. Over a couple more drinks apiece, they ate their meal. Earl being very attentive to her, as if he was almost worshiping her as he eyed her closely. It made her uncomfortable being watched so closely, so admiringly. As they got ready to leave, he stood up, moved behind her, and helped pull her chair back. “My oh my, what a gentleman he is”, she thought to herself, sarcastically. As they made their way out of the restaurant, she felt the eyes of most of the males following her. Earl noticed too, as he watched them admiring his “catch”. Surprisingly, he drove them back to the room without having an accident. Parking the cart, he walked around, and helped her out. His cock was already hardening again. He opened the door, and they stepped inside the darkened room.
He closed the door, and then took her by the arm, turning her to face him.The light coming through the too sheer drapes helped illuminate the room a bit, giving it an almost romantic allure. He stood gazing at her body,standing before him in the all but invisible article of clothing. His arousal was evident. He reached towards her, unties the wrap at her waist, then reaching up, slid it off her shoulders. It dropped at her feet. For someone who had been blackmailed, and forced ibto her current situation, her body body continued to betray her. She knew what was about to happen to her again. Was it fair to call it rape ? Of course it was she reasoned. Just because her body reacted to the physical pleasure exerted on her, and which she admitted, she participated in, it wasn’t something she had desired. or would she have ever gone seeking it. Just as long, long ago when a teenage boyfriend had forced himself on her after she told him no repeatedly, and still he got on top of her, trapping her, and had his way with her, that time her body had betrayed her, and she had multiple orgasms as he stimulated her pleasure zones. She knew then it was purely a physical reaction that she couldn’t help. just as it was now. She was sure. Nevertheless, she could feel the tingling in her loins, feel her wetness building between her legs. Merely a physical reaction she told herself as Earl stared at her, leered at her. As they stood there, she reached into the waistband of her bottoms, pulled them over her hips and let them drop to the floor.It was what was expected, right?.

Sex cruise part 2 [FFM]

This is the second installment of our Mediterrian swingers cruise story. One of the days we spent tied up at a private island with a villa for shore excursions and a cabaret show with dinner.

During the day John and I went on a hike around the island and spent some time at the beach (obviously a nude beach). When it was closer to dinner time we went to our assigned room at the villa and changed into our formal evening attire for the dinner and show.

As the dinner was finishing up the cabaret started. The show was on caliber with Las Vegas and the ladies were just as beautiful if not more. John and I were seated up front and I could see there was at least one of the show girls John had his eye on and she seemed to reciprocate the lust. She was a little taller, way bustier than me. She had a medium brown complexion with long black hair and her name was Joyce.

After the show Joyce made her way to us and joined us for a drink. While we talked and drank, John was constantly flirting with Joyce. I could tell he really wanted to fuck her and it was starting to really turn me on too, just thinking about John fucking this ebony beauty.

My[F] special evening with Desmond (long)

Disclaimer: This is a very long story (4,000+ words) but I couldn’t otherwise fully express the passion and importance of this experience. Also, the events I’m describing happened fourteen years ago, but my memories of the evening are vivid. Accept this as me reliving that evening in my imagination.

After I gave two groomsmen blowjobs at my frenemy’s wedding [My [F] Bridesmaid Blowjobs], I went back to my apartment and masturbated for over an hour, having multiple squirting orgasms until I collapsed from exhaustion into peaceful sleep. The next morning, a Sunday, I slept until almost noon, until I was awakened by the sound of an incoming text message on my phone. Grabbing it from my nightstand, I saw that the message was from Desmond, which made me smile.

Desmond was one of the two groomsmen I had given blowjobs to the day before. He was a hunky black guy with a big uncut cock. The evening before, when I was masturbating, I played images of Desmond’s big, hard, cock sliding in and out of all my holes, like watching my own private porn scenes. I had given him my number hoping he would look me up, and I was thrilled that my hopes were coming true.

[FM] Lonely Monday nudity and games

Lately I’ve been exploring different kinks and trying new things. Multiple orgasms is my new biggest fascination. I’ve done it a few times before but not on a large scale. In an effort to meet kinky people and respond to more messages in my inbox. I’ve decided I will have one orgasm for every like on this post.

Kik me a pic of urself. The bigger ur dick and the more muscular u are the better. Anything about 8” is a huge turn on. No pic no response. Kik me. Tayseary

I’m not a seller lol

Part 2: I [M] slept with our receptionist [F] again that night

This one does not have as much lead up, we had our back and forth dance and wanted more. The days following when I was in the office were so much fun. The constant flirting without getting caught was intense, the releases we had more so. Ill tell those in another one.

That morning I dropped her off at her car early and I went off to my assigned client. She texted me an hour later just as I arrived. “Last night was amazing, my pussy is still soaking wet just thinking about it. My panties are ruined for the day and I just started!” Followed up by. “Would you want to keep this going?” I responded with “Don’t threaten me with a good time ;)”

The previous night I was overcome with pleasure, I was sore just from how hard I came. The lust I felt was not just a one night thing. Throughout the day we would text each other every little thought we had about one another.

I’d write her long texts about everything I wanted to do to her. She would play with herself at her desk while reading my texts…(and some videos)A had a few extra bathroom breaks throughout that day (and months)

[M]I blindfolded and handcuffed an ex[F], while she was sleeping, during our Vegas trip

You can skip down to the “*********************” to get straight to the part where she’s getting blindfolded and cuffed while sleeping.

A little background first… this happened with a woman that was an ex at the time. We had already broken up and I had moved but we kept in touch. The sex we had was great… she was very kinky and dirty. She liked being submissive, dirty talk, hair pulling, light choking, toys and restraints.

As our relationship progressed, she revealed she had fantasies about consensual non-con. A couple times she had similar dreams about not being able to run or move her body while a man, or multiple men, had their way with her. Don’t get me wrong, in her dreams she would beg for more and orgasm. She would tell me all the details of her dreams while we fucked and even demonstrated it for me but acting like she was jerking off a ghost cock while I was fucking her doggy style (just like she described in her dream).

Eyes from the Shadows (part 1] [MF] [Female Voyeur]

Carli was very easy to seduce. All I had to do was wait for her to start drifting off to sleep, then start kissing the back of her neck. If she moaned softly, I knew I was good to progress.

I’d run my hand up her sleep shirt (god forbed she sleep topless) and place her nipple between my knuckles, massaging her breast as my fingers gently pinched her nipples between them.

Eventually she would push that snall, but bubbly ass against my already hard dick and rub against it, all the while my lips kissing her neck.

It was predictable, but fun, and the after would be what matters more.

She would awake from a half daze sleep, completely wet, allowing me to control her. She didn’t know too much about sex before me, but she knew how to be the best submissive by the time we were over.

It was on one of these nights, as I had her writhing on top of me, half asleep, but bouncing that ass along the length of ny dick, that I noticed the door to her room was open.

Throat Problems? [MF]

In college, I had a best friend, a roomie, a sister almost, Adele. No we were never lovers, but we were as close as we could be and not take our clothes off. There was only one thing we did not share, that was boyfriends. Just before graduation, she met this guy, Gary, nice guy, a bit shy and he really did connect with her. I must admit I felt a bit left out, a bit of jealousy she preferred his company but this too is a bit of growing up.

After graduation, we promised to keep in touch as she went to her home on the West Coast and I went to work for the State Department. My father was an oil worker and by the time I had finished high school, I spoke five languages and at times, English seemed my second language. The State Department seemed a natural fit. I was posted immediately to the Middle East and spent some time reconnecting with childhood friends, and their now husbands if they were important. This opened some doors at times, so I was considered valuable. This personal connection diplomacy is often just as important as official policy, an idea that seemed to have been lost in recent times. I was transferred home and the Covid thing hit.

A Virgin’s Dirty Weekend [MF]

This incident has been on my mind lately. Seeing as I’m currently on my third glass of whiskey, I thought why hell not post it. This requires a ~~little~~ lot of backstory, so settle in. Maybe pour yourself a drink. A large one.

I wasn’t what you’d call popular in high school. I was (still am, in point of fact) an enormous nerd. Tall, scrawny, face like a bird, socially awkward, introverted, more interested in reading or my science classes than talking to people, more inclined to remember Shel Silverstein poems (the greatest American poet, fuck you, fight me) than the lyrics to whatever sing was popular. I was a walking stereotype. My love and sex life was nothing to write home about, unless you were scripting a cringe comedy. The less said about that period, the better.

College was a little kinder and less painful, as I found a slightly wider circle of friends, discovered D&D and Warhammer (yes, I was *amazingly* cool, thanks for noticing), and discovered that other people did more than tolerate my company. My prowess with women, however, was the stuff of cautionary tales. I can count all of my college dates on one hand and went the entirety of my college career without a girlfriend. I did, however, join an online text roleplaying game. The game was about 8 or so players (I was the only guy, weirdly enough). It reawakened a creative writing instinct that I had thought high school literature classes had killed.

[FM] – A sex filled day & we got caught by the postman!

Hey Reddit

(I meant to cross post this here last night but apparently I failed)

I was in two minds about posting this but after a talk with my fiancé we’ve decided it’s OK.
So, I’ve been a bit starved recently, as my fiancé had to go and work away for just over 6 weeks.
We live fairly remote now. Nobody else that was at home was able to drive either, so I was pretty much just stuck here for 6 weeks.
For those who’ve not read my past posts, you should know that:
A) I’ve a very high sex drive.
B) I’ve got a real thing for sharing my fiancé with other women, ideally within a threesome, but I don’t have to be involved every time.

While he was away, the place he was staying at had some other guests. From what he’s said I think they may actually have been bending the Covid rules there somewhat.
One of the other guests was a girl who was very sexually open minded and also bisexual.
We always explain our dynamic to any dates/hook-ups/etc, so they are fully aware.
They had some chemistry and she was very into the whole sharing thing. This resulted in them having sex a few times with the phone on loud speaker so I could hear everything.