I was still gazing into Sarah’s eyes when Miss Z took position for her next round of assault. This time something was different, she was much more sensually motivated. Riding my cock reverse cowgirl style, she leaned back into what I could only describe as a yoga pose while I remained inside her. With her back resting on top of my torso, she gently ran her hands up the sides of my neck. I felt the gags buckle being unlatched and soon enough my mouth was free. Taking in those first few full breaths brought back that numb and tingling sensation across my face. My hair was pulled hard in lateral direction and before I could fully react, she had her tongue performing a dance around mine. This level of sensuality was new coming from her. The overall interaction was becoming more than I could handle. Me tied to the bed with this butt plug stretching out my virgin asshole. This sexual goddess taking me through a baptism by fire with various sexual techniques beyond my wildest imagination. Then there was the roommate. Sitting next to us, almost too quietly, observing the incantation of multiple orgasms. When the kissing stopped, I glanced over to see how Sarah was perceiving it. To my surprise she had removed her pants and was sitting there in her panties and a tank top. Her erect nipples were piercing through the white top and a visible wetness was showing through the grey cotton panties. Her hands massaged the inside of her thighs, occasionally digging in her fingernails to leave trailing lines of redness. Before I knew it, one hand worked it’s way under her top and started pulling on her nipples. The other descended downwards into her panties as she let out a series of soft moans. Our eyes connected once again and I felt the intensity of arousal which was emanating from her body. Suddenly I felt a sharp SMACK across my face, temporarily blurring my vision and disrupting the beautiful view I had previously. Then there was another. And another. Miss Z continued smacking me across the face, reminding me of the hopeless situation I had volunteered to be in. “Here you are staring off into the distance at my roommate and not paying attention to the task at hand. She is here for her own pleasure, not yours!” SMACK! SMACK! “And you are here for MY pleasure! Not hers!” SMACK! SMACK! My face was burning from the forceful impacts and I fought back tears which were ready to burst out. “Awww, did that hurt? It’s nothing compared to what I have in store for you. I’m going to slowly break you down into a sobbing little child by the end of tonight and you’re going to enjoy it every step of the way.” Was how she decided to comforted me. The next thing I felt was a line of kisses down the side of my neck, leading to her eventually sucking on my nipples and running circles around them with her tongue.
Tag: MMO
How I’m [F] finally going to play with myself after 5 weeks of being wet
Hiii, so if you read my previous posts you know that this Sunday is a special day! It’s the day I finally get to play with my pussy after 5 weeks of being celibate (well, for the most part).
I’ve been wet and desperate for too long and this Sunday is going to be perfect!
To start off, I might take an edible or smoke a joint beforehand to get in the mood. Weed makes me horny and wet—which I already am and probably don’t need, but the way my sex drive is insatiable when I’m high is so fucking hot. My nipples harden on their own; my pussy seizes up, clamping down like a vice grip; and I start dripping—like DRIPPING DRIPPING, I always feel my wetness running down my thigh. I also just get this wave of confidence and sexiness, I feel so hot when I’m high and horny.
For the outfit, I’m thinking one of my little plaid skirts with a skimpy thong. No shirt or bra, I love being topless while wearing a skirt. And to top it off, I’m thinking about wearing my white thigh high stockings. Or should I do knee high? Let me know! Either way, I’m basically going for the slutty school girl look.
[F] Gave Head to Teacher
While doing my bachelors, one of the associate teacher caught me giving head to a boy. I gave him head for the rest of my university once a week to not disclose it to the university, it slowly changed from head to oral. we would make out. he would play with my tits, slowly he started eating me out . he would finger me and eat me out until i came, sometimes multiple orgasms. but it never went past oral.
Once after making out he was playing with my tits it was then that he disclosed that my nickname was “Sugar tits” in the university. that confession turned me so on that i gave him the best blowjob of his life.
[FMF] A random act of ménage à trois
It was early evening, so I was the first person seated on the patio. I noticed her walk up to the restaurant in a strapless black dress, wedge sandals, a mask, and sunglasses. I waved her over, and as she sat down we both took off our sunglasses and masks and began to talk a bit. Right away I noticed how sexy she was. We chatted, and commented on how relieved we were that we both seemed normal and could relate on certain topics. After a couple of margaritas, we grew more comfortable with each other and moved from talking about our hobbies to our sex lives. She explained that she was anxious to be with a woman for the first time, and I was excited to be with one again for the first time in a while…
My phone lit up with a picture message from him at home drinking a beer, waiting for us on the rooftop. He had been waiting for us longer than I think she or I had realized. I asked her if she wanted to head back with me, even though the answer already seemed quite clear.
I [F] went to a work party a few years ago, and made as many male colleagues hard as possible
At the time, I was working in a finance company that was dominantly male oriented and had a lot of testosterone floating around the office. It’s a competitive environment, and every man wants to be the alpha of the team. There was certainly a high level of professionalism, but it had this vibe of always watch your back, since everyone is trying to up you.
I am by no means a finance person, and my job was an administrative assistant to a few a team leads. It was a lot of work, semi-classy flirting, and running from one place to another. I certainly enjoy the feeling of being needed (I def do a lot of work), and I also like the attention from these men. I always took the time to dress sexy and professionally. Heals, sometimes stockings, hair and make up done etc.
I do have a boyfriend, and he is usually a little jealous knowing the attention I get and is pretty uptight about dressing sexy or showing of cleavage. It definitely gets frustrating at times, as I’d like to be more myself (even though I can be shy most of the time, I still enjoy the stares/comments).
How I [M] met my wife [F] in the most unlikely and unusual way ever.
So I have been offering up photos of the wife and posting things we or she has done. And I get asked a lot on how we met. Well this is how that went down.
In 2010 i had broken up with someone I had been dating for 4 years. And before this i went from one steady relationship to another. Trying to get them to each work out longer than the last. And I did, but I never went out and had “fun”. So for about a year I basically slept around while leaving things open for a long term. But taking this time as a learning experience and figuring things out because I was still pretty inexperienced relationship wise.
While I was doing this I was finding out a lot of things about myself actually. Insecurities I had. Areas I needed to grow in. But the most important lesson was that what I thought I wanted in a partner, was not the complete picture of what worked well with me as a person. And if I wanted anything more than a fling, this information would be most valuable. And I was being fair. I was up front, about how I was going through some growth, how I was a broken person and anything long term may not be in the cards.
Noisy Neighbour 2 [MF] [Neighbours] [Public Sex] [Big Dick] [Multiple Orgasms]
I was out with my girlfriends at a nightclub. We were drinking, singing and dancing, having a good time together just like any other night out. I went to the bar by myself to buy another round of cocktails for the four of us and waited for the bartender to notice me. A lot of people were there and a lot of them were taller and louder than me, so I knew it wasn’t even worth trying to stand out from everyone else until some of them had left. I pulled out my phone from my handbag and opened a snapchat from my boyfriend, Will. He was out with his friends, but into the background of the photo was undoubtedly his ex-girlfriend, Jessica. What was he doing out with her? And why didn’t he let me know she was going beforehand? Trying to stay calm, I went to respond. But before I could, one of the guys at the bar came and sat on the stool next to mine and started talking to me.
Isabella: Used and Abused [PART 5] (MFF, dub-con, non-con, BDSM)
**Disclaimer: This story is entirely a work of fiction. All depictions of rape, violence and other illegal behaviours are merely fantasy. This writer does not condone sexual violence of any kind.**
*About Author: 21, F, Uni student, Australia*
PART 5
Level B3 was the only floor of the Science and Technology Department to receive funding for renovations. In stark contrast to the crumbling sandstone building above it, the gleaming underground laboratories had frosted glass sliding doors, sleek metal interiors and state-of-the-art technologies. As such, access to Level B3 was reserved for PHD students and researchers working on the University’s most sensitive and lucrative projects.
Dr Bardwell’s background was in biomedical engineering, but she was always looking for opportunities to develop her more unorthodox ideas – ideas that would certainly be rejected by the Ethics Board. So when Mr Fitzroy, the Vice-Chancellor himself, had requested her help on a classified project, she couldn’t refuse. For Dr Bardwell, the means were always justified by the ends. She hurried through the underground corridors of Level B3, clutching a tablet in one hand and in the other, balancing a tray of needles, vials, creams, pills and various other contraptions. Inside the lab, she found a first-year student strapped to the medical examination chair in the centre of the room, fully nude except for the leather bands across her body.
Her [18F] Blow Job with Ranch Hand [22M] [FM] – hope I listed it correctly
Her [18F] Blow Job with Ranch Hand [22M] [FM]
This story takes place summer of 2005 just 1 month before starting college
This story starts on a warm day just at the start of summer. Picture this young girl excited to get to doing noting but going to parties with her friends and sitting pool side working on her tan.
For the last few months her parents have hired some extra help to work on their property. It was a local boy who was going to the local college and earning some extra money on the side. He would help mowing the grass, feeding the horses etc.
Obviously because he was older (he was a student at the local college she was going to in the fall) she found him attractive, it also helped that when her parents where not around he would work with his shirt off showing his younger muscular body to that cute girl. She would follow him around or be in the barn or by the pool every time he was over. Glances and comments where definitely exchange on a regular basis but nothing over the top.
Sons best friend, was my best ride.
(This is just something off the top of my head. It’s a short setup for a reoccurring fantasy of mine. Hope it’s of interest)
The car rocked steady and unbothered as the rain poured over the old beat up truck. Headlights off and foggy windows in that abandoned parking lot, were obvious indications of what was taking place if anyone were around to see.
I remember it all to well. The pina colada air freshener mixed with the smell of sex and sweat. Your radio playing something slow, while my red panties hung on your rear view mirror.. I’ll never forget that first animalistic grunt in my ear as you entered me.
A thick white cock in my tight brown cunt.
My face in your neck as I straddled you…. My hand twitching as I cling onto a bicep. My wedding ring reflecting a streetlight. Mistakes I still debate if I regret to this day . But in the moment it was all I wanted, and by the way you cling to me, it must have been all that filled your mind too.