I am tied in rope, my legs held open in a butterfly position. I am wearing black fishnet stockings with lace that hugs my thighs. A chest harness made of black rope is tight across my breasts, squeezing them together, and my nipples perky and hard. My hands are handcuffed to my headboard and my ankles are restrained to the edges of the bed. I cannot move. I am helpless as my Dom kneels above me, his cock eager and ready as he admires his handy work – proud of himself, seeing me so helpless. The red light from my bedroom lamp shines from behind him.
Tag: Oral
First Time bi in a hotel room [m]
My first Bi meetup (M)
My first bud
This was two years ago..I used to travel for work all over the country. I don’t consider myself gay because I date girls and find them overtly attractive but I would say that I’m hyper sexual and addicted to porn. I do t find men attractive but I like cocks. Bicurious is more like it. I masturbate 3-5 times a day and especially when I’m bored. Soo there’s a lot of alone bored time in hotels in random cities across the U.S.
The Pretty Manager returns the gift Part two
After working an 8 hour shift at the store knowing that Stacey pantys were drenched by my tongue made for a very distracted day but I had no F.U.’s.
Every time she walked past I swear I could smell that wet pussy and as she passed she was swaying her hips more than normal. This sweet and innocent young woman was making my day hard and wonderful by doing nothing but walking around and chatting with all the cashiers. She never engaged me in any flirting or even conversation so I decided that she must have decided me and her on her desk that morning was a bad idea.
5 PM comes along and Amy walks me back with the one cashier who was also leaving. Got back to the cash office and no Stacey. Amy noticed my look and comment Stacey left about 30 minutes ago.
Oh well I can live with being just friends and headed out to my car and headed home. I get home and walk into the apartment building and get to my apartment and unlock the door and walk in.
The Cherry Milkshake [Mf] [age gap] [cutting] [masochism] [vaginal] [oral] [long-ish]
Names are not fleshed out for a reason:
So, I had this job at this ice cream shop throughout high school and we had a few regular customers I saw in the four years I worked there (from fifteen to nineteen). One was an older guy that often just bought a cherry shake. I’d make the shake when I saw him pull in and then, unlike any other customer, I would run it out to his car, he’d give me the cash for the food and always told me to keep the change. This was a man that paid for a two dollar order with a twenty religiously.
He got into the habit of only coming around when I was on shift and it was something my co-workers picked up on and teased me about because I was shy. In fact, I had a hard time calling out orders for people to come to the window to pick them up because my voice was so quiet that no one could hear me. They noticed he stopped coming around on their shifts because they stopped getting the eighteen dollar tip and I felt bad about it, one was a single mom and really needed the cash, so I stopped running it out to him and gave the order to her to take out while I did other things instead.
A Day Of Realisation [Cuckold] [MMFF] [Training] [Mind Games] [Cheating] [Humiliation] [Oral] [Fiction]
This is a Follow on of my previous story “Things May Have Changed For Good” it acts as a stepping stone for a further story arc that i’m working on, and is a next day reaction and then a mischevious proposition from the dominant couple. I hope you Enjoy it, as always, feedback is essential so i would appreciate some ?
Toy (Master/sub | BDSM | NC | Gangbang)
I am not even sure how long had passed since you placed me in the thick latex hood. It has blocked all light and most of the sound. My long braid protrudes from a hole at the top. My mouth is dry since I am forced to breath through my mouth. The mouth opening is the only exposed part of my head. I am grateful that the o-ring gag is not currently in place. You removed it so that I could eat and drink.
A thick leather collar and leather wrist and ankle cuffs round out my attire. The rest of me is uncovered, well let’s say unrestrained. I am technically covered in red welts and purple angry bruises from the days of beatings. I, of course, cannot see them, but I know them to be so.
I feel you clip the leash to my collar and you give it a tug. I immediately get on all fours. You tug me once again and I follow the leash. I am disoriented and not sure what part of the house we are in. The cold tile floor turns to cold, smooth concrete. We are in the playroom.
A night out. [M4F] [Drunk] [Rape] [Oral] [Bondage] [Forced]
On a night out with your friends you drank way to much. As your group was leaving the bar you couldn’t keep your eyes open, let alone walk without support. Passing out as soon as you climbed on the seat you didn’t hear your friends saying how pathetically drunk you was. Jolted awak as they stopped for gas you realized you really had to pee. With a weak mumble you say so to your friends and with great effort make it into the store and to the ladies room. After passing out again you wake to find your friends have abandoned you there. Fuck em you think ill call an oober. The heartless attendant makes you wait outside for your ride. The alcohol still in your system you can’t keep your head up or your eyes fully open as you hear a man asking you if you need a ride. Groggy you say yes please. As he helps you stand up you feel his hand firmly grab your chest, then slide to another spot. Once in the car you mumble out your address to him. The man says ok I got it, dont worry you will be home soon. Leaning your head on the glass you soon fall asleep. Time is a funny thing when your pass out drunk. What feels like an hour can easily be five minutes. Where ten minutes can feel like a day. You can’t tell how long you was out, but the car has stopped, your neck hurts and you can’t move your arms. Thats when you feel the wet sensation between your legs. That unknown man has your clothing on the ground beside you and is busy licking away at your cunt.
The Roommate Part X: So Much for Being Careful [Oral] [FT] [Slow Burn] [Series]
**X: Lexi and Marie**
**Lexi**
Something soft, but firm pressed against Lexi’s cock, which as usual was almost painfully erect as her eyes fluttered open. Hormones didn’t stop her from getting morning wood most days.
As Lexi became more aware of the world around her, she realized she wasn’t in her bed. Her pulse quickened a bit at that, until she realized that she was tangled up with someone. Focusing sleepy eyes, Lexi drank in Marie’s naked form pressed up against her. Her cock strained against Marie’s ass, nestled between the girl’s firm cheeks.
When Lexi processed that, her cock twitched, a moan slipping from her mouth. Her cheeks grew hot despite Marie barely even moving, and the previous night came back to her, making her somehow even harder.
Biting her lip, Lexi traced Marie’s naked flesh with her fingertips, remembering what being with her had felt like. She wanted that again–wanted to be inside her, in her arms, making her moan.
Lexi’s cock twitched again, and this time, Marie shifted against her.
*Oh fuck…morning wood. That means it’s the morning. Did I take off my make-up last night?*
Nita: A Lockdown 2020 Story [MF]
Nita’s lips are on my neck. Her teeth and her tongue are so seductive they send chills down my spine. I think about the last empty condom box I threw away this morning. Her little purple birth control compact, punched out and emptied at the end of last month. We’ve both been unable to stomach going into a pharmacy since then. I can feel her hand making its way down to the button on my jeans.
It’s been more of a sweatpants (or anything that can be quickly removed, really) kind of a lockdown, but I thought jeans might stop us from doing anything stupid today. But her mouth leaves a red welt on my neck; my cock tries to burst out of my pants, and her fingers try to help it — the thrill makes the blood pound in my ears. I might just be able to calm us down for now, but failing eventually is inevitable. We’ll be on the brink again in an hour. I let myself give in. Today’s reasonably safe. It’ll be fine. *I’ll pull out,* I lie to myself. I hear the zipper go and I feel her dive between my legs before I register her lips leaving my neck. How did I get here?
[Ff] or [Fm] [Second Person] The Changing Room [Anal] [Oral]
This is another of my experiments with Second Person perspective. I’d appreciate feedback on how well it reads.
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You can feel the sweat clinging to your body as you stop the treadmill. It has been a long workout, and you’re feeling it. Your endorphins are still trying to cover it up… but you can feel the tiredness in your limbs and your core. You look forward to a shower, and to cooling off in the lobby. But first, you have responsibilities to fulfill. You wipe down the treadmill you were just using… and then use the same towel to wipe the sweat from your brow.
You turn around… and you see her jogging on one of the other treadmills in the room. Her name is Raven, and you met her on the first day you came to this Gym. Fitness is her religion, and she visits its temple daily. She tends to arrive for worship when you’re cooling down, and you’ve talked with her a little. She must have come in early, today.