[MF] Spanking, choking, clothespins and oral on the boardwalk and in a parking lot during the day.

“Would it be bad if I wore a really short dress?”

It was an amusing question. Right now, the plan was to meet up at the beach. Her only wardrobe demands were that she wear some sort of skirt or dress so that we could test out some clothespins for her pussy. Ideally, I wanted to find that nice grip and size so that she could walk around with them clamped to her, spreading her out with every step.

I warned her that it might be a bit breezy, but I really, really didn’t mind. If the wind pushed her dress up, I’d enjoy her being exposed as the dirty little slut she was. And if it was a tight skirt that was too short, I’d make sure she had reasons to bend over.

I suppose you could call this our second date? Only we’re not dating, we’re training her to be a good little fucktoy.

We had a lot of fun during our first session. In some ways, I suppose I shouldn’t just assume that someone had fun with me. But with this particular slut, she was so giddy over my write-up that she was sending excerpts of it to friends. I really enjoyed this, knowing that a group chat of women were critiquing both my writing and my ability to fuck this cute slut’s mouth.

Romantic Roulette Part 3 (MF Oral Dubcon Bondage Creampie Breeding TPE)

Things continued like this for weeks between Jennifer and what she could eventually only describe as her new boyfriend. Every morning she woke up, surprised that she wasn’t sick of him yet. She knew the reason of course – no matter how often they saw each other he had managed to avoid getting clingy so far. She knew that it couldn’t last forever. But as long as it did, she was enjoying it. She ended up at his place after class most days now. It was a comfortable routine. If he was working she’d curl up on her phone or maybe prance around naked and be as distracting as possible, depending on her mood. If he was free, they’d spend the afternoon fucking like rabbits; the only question was whether they’d go get something to eat first, or if they’d order in after they were sweaty and exhausted.

[MF] Giving new meaning to Church service.

So thought I’d post another story about my past. This is another one with my friend Heaven. She was an 23 year old gorgeous latina girl who stood 5′ 2. She had a beautiful face, wide hips, a thin waist, nice legs, and whopping 34FF tits. I was 4 years older at 27. We were longtime friends and she was engaged to be married but we fooled around for a while.

I was never a big churchgoer. I believe but I don’t believe you need to go to a church to worship. She was a more regular attender and was friends with a few people at one of the churches. One Sunday when we were hanging out she asked me to go with her because one of her friends doing a reading. We got there and we sat a little bit back on the left hand side. The church wasn’t too busy and there was nobody really around us.

[Group] My best friend watched me receive oral, then cuddled me as I orgasmed

Kate is one of my best friends. We met in one of those bizarre, fated kind of ways. We happened to go to a board game bar at the same time because we both home from college and feeling lonely. We got paired together, started talking, and suddenly three hours had past before we had even opened the box. We left to grab food, and I invited her over to hang out more afterward. It’s New Year’s Eve, and she invites me to a new age-y New Years party that she got roped into going to with her mother. It was a hell of a good time, and we sat together at a bonfire and talked about everything from philosophy to kinks to emotional trauma. By the time we stopped hanging out that first time, 33 hours had past, we had slept on a couch together, and we nearly had sex.

In the two years between meeting and this story, we continued to be incredibly intimate and continued to not have sex. We have slept in the same bed often, are not shy about telling each other we love each other, and have platonically kisses on the lips once. But it’s the kind of deeply intimate relationship where adding sex inorganically would almost cheapen it, if that makes sense. If we decided in the moment we really wanted to I’m sure we would, but that hasn’t happened yet and I don’t particularly expect it to.

Waking up my boyfriend’s best friend with a surprise blowjob [MF]

I posted recently about my living situation with my boyfriend and his bestfriend (Paul). Well our couchserfer (actually the three of us share a bed) got a job interview, and I was tasked with waking him up at 9a.m.
He’s always telling me how hot it would be to be woken up by someone giving him head, I decided it was time.

Careful not to wake up my boyfriend sleeping in the same bed as us, I wiggle down (not the sexiest part) to his boxers. He usually doesn’t wear any to sleep, I stop for a moment and wonder, does it mean he doesn’t want sex today? We have a safeword so I figured we’d be fine. I start kissing his snail trail (I love that it is thick, he doesn’t like being hairy but on him it looks so fucking hot) and make my way to his dick, still protected behind a layer of clothing. I kiss the tip of it a few times, then I pull down on his underwear to reveal his penis. (I’ve mentioned this before but his cock looks so nice you guys) I kiss him one last time before going down on him properly.

EST: LAW & PUNISHMENT 128 When Truth Hits Home Dream Master (FF MF MFF MFM BDSM ANAL BONDAGE SEXUAL VIOLNENCE)

These cases are the real reason why the Internal Sex Bureau Gangland has been formed. Any case, name, event is purely fiction. Butt the search for the truth will continue! With ISB Gangland insurgents inserted into every facet of organized and gang type activities.
This is their case, their story…

“So what can I get for you guys” Danni said. Eyeing this woman who was with her man. Scribbling down their order then disappearing for a second.

“Damn Danni calm the fuck down” a loud racket came from the window.
“Like just get ahold of yourself” Danni’s voice interrupted. With all eye contact being lost between RJ, Rei and Danni.

“Let me fuck you up the arse” (29f) [FM]

“Awww, come on Alice. It’s Valentine’s Day. The most romantic day of the year. The day for couples to show how much they care for each other… Let me put it in your arse!”

These were the delightfully romantic words uttered to me several years ago by my then boyfriend Ryan. And I immediately know what you’re thinking. How did I catch myself such a charmer?

Short answer: Our relationship had started as something of a ‘Christmas fling’ that had, somehow and despite the odds, survived until February. It was a largely causal affair but, I was assured, definitely more than ‘just’ casual sex as we also went on dates which, by definition, meant we were dating. At least, so I was told.

I’m being a little unkind. Ryan was a lovely, decent guy and, without wishing to sound too shallow, was incredibly good in bed. I’d always struggled when asked by friends what I saw in him to not answer too graphically. Because if I was being honest the two primary reasons could be summed up as:

1. Remarkable stamina.
2. A thing he could do with his fingers that I could neither explain nor mimic, but that – and I’m not exaggerating – worked every time.

Family, Friends, And Other Lovers.

FAMILY, FRIENDS AND OTHER LOVERS [RO} ROMANCE

The characters in this story are purely fictional.

CHAPTER 1.

I’ve been married for nearly twenty years to a man
That gives zero affection.
And sex,,forget about it!
All he ever wants is for me to suck him off.
I wouldn’t be bothered by at all if, he returned the favor.
He just refuses to it.

Any way, we have had sex during our marriage.
Just always on his terms, when he wants it.
I would try to talk to him about it calmly hoping we could resolve this .
Unfortunately, he just gets angry and walks away.

It’s going on four years now, I have not been touched
by a man
Felt warm skin against my body.
I need to be fulfilled desperately!

My sister’s marriage is the same way, except it’s her husband that is starving for affection.
She’s been so cruel and cold to him.
She told me that “ he can’t even get it up”.
Poor guy!
He deserves so much better.
My sister is a very unkind person in general but,
Since he lives with her , he takes most of the punches.

Dancing Queen

=== ***Queen*** ===

It’s a good job. It’s an unconventional job, but it’s a good job.

Stripping has its perks, that’s for sure. The club that I go to pays a lot, and it’s in the better part of town so the clientele is pretty good. And safe, that’s for sure.

Now, the club has a VIP room. For the people that wants to go there, they have to produce several forms stating that they’re clean. The test needs to be finished the day of their visit. This is pretty much how the club gets their money, from the dancers having sex with the VIPs. To their credit, the club screens the VIPs and usually only the rich folks gets through.

I’m half-white and half-black. For the most part, I’m pretty light skinned for a mixed race girl. I can practically pass for a white girl if I’m being honest, but I’m proud of both sides of my racial identity. I have nice, smooth light caramel skin and curly, light brown hair. My body, however, Is something I seem to have gotten from my mom. I have thick thighs and ass, a thin waist, and big tits. My facial features could be confused for someone with Caucasian features, and I have bright blue eyes to boot. My hair is the only thing that is a sign of my biracial feature, but even then it’s kind of hard to believe I’m half black.

Her best friends trained her to be their slave… [MFf] [D/S/s] [Latex] [Spit] [Slave Training] [Humiliation]

She didn’t even stir until the sun was well up. Someone had untied her, and someone cleaned her off- but Julia had no idea who. As she awoke, she realized that Jack and Katie were on either side of her, each wrapped around her and each other. The three friends were the picture of easy intimacy, a blur of latex, skin, spit, and cum. Julia stretched, feeling Katie’s arm tighten around her waist. “Good morning,” she heard Jack mumble, his hand affectionately ruffling each woman’s hair. Julia felt a wave of awkwardness, but it very soon passed as the three friends cuddled in bed. They lazily touched and explored each other, hands in hair, skimming latex, long, languid kisses. Jack got up to use the washroom, leaving Katie and Julia together in bed. When he returned, he had something in his hand that prompted a sly smile on Katie’s face.

“I come bearing gifts,” he smiled, Katie instantly sitting up straight. He went to her side of the bed, securing a strip of leather around her neck- the collar that Julia had seen her wearing on that fateful afternoon. He handed a similar strip to Katie, both of them turning to face Julia.