A Knock at the Door – Part 2 [Wholesome][L-Bomb][Oral][Deepthroat][Impregnation][Creampie]

Craig’s phone rang in his passenger seat. Reaching forward, he tapped the display screen to accept the call.

“Sup Derek?” Craig answered, “I thought you were doing that volunteer thing downtown today?”

“Brooooo,” Derek holler through the phone, “I am so, so sorry. I had no idea!”

“No idea about what exactly?” Craig asked, completely clueless as to what Derek was referring to.

“I was headed to the volunteer event at the stadium, and then I realized I forgot my command T-shirt at the house this morning and had to come get it,” Derek explained frantically over the phone, “I walk in the house and your girl is in the kitchen wearing nothing but a smile and an apron around her waist.”

“She what now?” Craig asked, desperately holding back laughter at the mental image he had in his mind of that moment.

Faintly, Craig could hear Sofia’s voice in the background, “You fucking asshole! It was supposed to be a sexy surprise for him! You ruined everything!”

“HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO SAY I’M SORRY?” Derek yelled over the phone, voice tinged with frustration, “Damn it woman! How in the hell was I supposed to know you were going to be dress like that when I opened the door.”

Have I got a Problem? [MF][MF] [MFM][Oral, anal]

Have I got a problem?

I’m 24 years old, 5’11” tall, 34C breast, 24″ waist and I can lie and say a 34″ butt, which is really more like 36″ or even a bit larger. I have blonde hair and blue eyes, and this is about how I got over a couple of problems.

My first problem was Sean. He is a year older than me, a shade taller, seriously fit, a cross-country runner, black hair with dark eyes. He’s a great guy, a long dick and knows how to use it. I love it, in my mouth, in my pussy or up my ass, I just love it. His attitude is positive, his aroma is just unbelievably sexy and I don’t know why that’s important, but just the smell of him attracted me, right from the start. I was dating, and fucking, Sean for about nine months when I met my second problem, Dylan.

Dylan is also a year older than me, a shade taller, seriously fit, an exercise physiologist, black hair with blue eyes. He’s a great guy, a long dick and knows how to use it. I love it, in my mouth, in my pussy or up my ass, I just love it. His attitude is positive, his aroma is just unbelievably sexy and I don’t know why that’s important, but just the smell of him attracted me, right from the start.

Princess Helena gets fucked with her maid [ffmm] [squirt] [oral] [group] [long]

Part 5
Hello! These parts can be read without reading the others, but if you wanna start at the beginning the link is in the comments.

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Helena returned to the festivities after her activities with Polydora. She went to find Ophelia before anyone saw the dishevelled state she was in.

Helena found Ophelia dancing with some of the other servants away from the main gathering. It was immediately clear to Ophelia that something had happened to the Princess. Helena’s face was glistening with sweat, her forehead and the hair around her neck wet with it. Her face was bright red and she was still panting.

“Is everything okay Helena?” Ophelia asked. She gestured to a nearby tent, “lets get you cleaned up in here, how much have you been drinking?”

“I haven’t been drinking… much” Helena admitted, “I may have been enjoying myself a bit too much in other ways though” she whispered to Ophelia.

Ophelia raised her eyebrow. “Achilles decided to make a woman of you?” She asked excitedly. “You have to tell me what does it feel like to have a man inside you? Was it big? Did it feel good?”

BUYING MY STEP-SISTER, Pt.10

(It’s decision time for the girls. Johnathan gets to see if he can tick one off his bucket list)

10

It was Clara that first took an envelope. With a large and audible gulp, Ashlynn picked up the other one, again repeating “I’m not into girls, “ then adding “we stop if I say stop, right?”

I nodded, and smiled. “Yes, certainly. I can work with that. Now before I undress both of you, I want you to each step over to the side of the bed, and face the two large mirrors.” I had managed to discreetly flip my newly-installed switch by the door, (Need to change that though, I thought) then I enjoyed peeling each one of these lovely young ladies out of their respective clothes.

“now ladies,” I said, as I stood between them and had them face the large mirror oppoappside of the bed, “You are both incredibly sexy in your own way. I mean, look at yourselves, can you blame me for not partaking in an opportunity with you both?’’ I gestured towards the mirror. Ashlynn’s initial shyness was mostly gone, and she did smirk, as Clara outright beamed at the positive reference to her.

Skinny-dipping after a hike in the mountains [MF] [oral]

One August a few years ago I attended a week long work related gathering in the mountains in California. A very nice resort type area on a mountain “highway” that was near a beautiful lake, but otherwise in the middle of nowhere. A good place for hiking really, especially further up into the mountains where you’re really isolated. I planned on staying a few extra days to do that, as did a bunch of other people there.

The night before I had a day off I was talking about a bunch of people about my potential hikes. We settled on a particular hike that was up at the top of the mountain pass and about five miles each way. The destination was either a small lake, or one of the smaller peaks a bit further if we were feeling ambitions. It was really, really hot where we were staying so there was discussion of swimming in the lake. Is it going to be much cooler that high up and how cold will the water be? It seems ridiculous to bring a bathing suit, right? One of the women there jokes that we should just go skinny dipping if it’s nice, that way your clothes or underwear aren’t soaking wet on the hike back out. I look around at the men and women sitting around the table, mostly in pretty good shape and who I wouldn’t mind seeing naked. Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve done that on a remote hike I add.

[M]aking my wi[F]e cum 40 times during the month of march. Tuesday the 9th

Tuesday the 9th, I start to wake my wife up like I have every other morning so far this month but she is really sore. Her spirit is willing, but she feels like she ran a Marathon, and her legs hurt when she tightens her muscles, throwing her off her orgasm. So I settle for just some gentle oral, hoping to keep her motor running throughout the day, and after about 30 minutes get her into the shower and on with her day.

10am……UPS shows up with a package at the door. My wife knows nothing about this package. Inside is a new waterproof wand massager, dildo, buttplug, cockring, and some lube. Sarah has been nervous about toys, but has been interested in playing with toys more. Now, with her legs being complete mush, I don’t expect we will play with all of these toys tonight, or even this week, but man, this month is going to be a lot of fun for both of us. I unbox the Peak waterproof massager and get it on the charger, and put the plug and dildo in a drawer she has set aside for sex accoutrements.

Tara’s Training Diary – Day Three, by Kay Callovan [fantasy, FM, FF, D/s, oral, rimming, pet play, free use, submissive]

*Here’s the next instalment of my latest story set on the lost continent of Lemuria*

**Day Three**

They tell me there are four houses of instruction in Follywell, but as far as I know, the Abbey is the only one that specialises in training lads and lasses to be household lap dollies. I know I chose this vocation, but I’m only now beginning to see what it actually means – amongst other things, it means surrendering everything I own and everything I’ve ever been. All the clothes and possessions I had with me when I first came to this town have now been given away – I have nothing now – I don’t even own myself any more. By entering the Abbey I’ve forgone all civic rights enjoyed by regular citizens, and instead, I’ve become communally owned property – and after three days of training that’s how I feel. I know that’s not a long time, but I’m certainly not the same lass I was when I arrived.

He needed the money. He enjoyed the stripping, even though it was men in the audience. He loved the first gay blowjob he got.

Oh well. I started unbuttoning my 501’s. I was getting into it now and teased with each button. When they were all done I sort of plumped my dick through my underwear – a sort of preview. The crowd gave absolutely no reaction. From their level of interaction I might not even be there. I turned around and dropped my jeans, jutting out my ass and wiggling it. I didn’t lose them completely, yet. I let them hang loose as sort of a prop. There was a guy in the second row, so I went to the seat in front of his and dropped my pants and played with my dick through my shorts right in front of him. I strutted around, remembering all the girl strippers I’d seen.

I was still very nervous. I felt silly. I was out of body. I was sort of channeling Mick and the gals and letting this mixture of influences drive my actions. If I had been the one driving I would have frozen in terror and probably stood there till closing. But somehow these other influences wafted by and took over. I was more of the passenger in my own body than the driver. I was actually having fun.

Celebrating International Women’s Day by being USED the way I NEED to be [D/s] [YoungerM/olderF] [oral] [spanking] [rough] [creampie] PART II

Continued: (see link for part I in comments)

And then just as I started to relax into it, Mr. Sir jerked me up by my hair again and shoved me down the hall, stopping me again to shove me up against the wall…kicking my feet apart and pushing my face into the wall as he entered me again and fucked me hard from behind. “Don’t forget, I can take you anywhere I want,” he growled into my ear. I just nodded and moaned and struggled to stay on my tiptoes with my hips tilted back to accommodate him as he continued to fuck me mercilessly.

Celebrating International Women’s Day by being used the way I need to be [D/s] [YoungerM/olderF] [oral] [spanking] [rough] [creampie] PART I

So Monday was International Women’s Day and I had a surprise visit from my new-ish Dom. And this is what happened (*this post is actually an assignment from Mr. Sir, to record/write up our encounter and post it to Reddit*)

Mr. Sir is quite busy with many IRL obligations, so 95% of our interactions are online. I am also relatively new to bdsm after thinking and fantasizing about it for years. He has 10 years experience despite the fact he is twelve years younger than me….but I am a late bloomer, in all things apparently. I didn’t realize when we met online that this was how our fwb relationship would turn out…but I adore it. I was thrilled to meet someone I just knew was strong and smart enough to **actually** dominate me. I love being my Mr. Sir’s dirty filthy slut. I love him directing me, guiding me, and having to ask for permission to masturbate or only being allowed to cum if he allows it, stripping naked to obey him in the middle of my living room…even when he isn’t here. He recognized my closeted submissive nature and has been slowly bringing out the best in me.