Why I’ll never hear the words “Squash Soup” the same way again… [FM]

I was recently on the phone with a friend, Luca. His once-thriving restaurant business has been hit hard by COVID-19. He’s doing OK given the circumstances, but he’s more concerned for the employees he had to layoff. My heart goes out to him and all of them. I originally got acquainted with him because I was part of a team that published a cookbook he was bringing to market. Not long after, he brought me into his world of delicious food blended with kink. There are lots of stories, but while we’re catching up, he says two words:

“Squash soup.”

Like a phrase that awakens a sleeper agent, that instantly recalls a wild time I want to share with you…

# CHEF’S CHOICE
I’m on my knees, arms behind my back. I am fully nude, except for a thin velvet day collar. Luca gives me a long, lecherous gaze, checking me up and down. He approaches, I close my eyes. He barks at me to keep them open, don’t make eye contact, look straight ahead. He takes his bare foot and pushes my legs so they’re parted like a wide V. Then he curls his toes and rubs them against my bare mound, tracing my slit. When he pulls back, there is wetness, which he smears on my inner thighs.

Camping with our New Friends 5/5 [MF MF] [FF] [CNC] [spank] [DP] [oral] implied [MM]

Camping with our New Friends takes place a couple weeks after [A Welcome Interruption](https://reddit.app.link/z8XQBiXiJ5). [Part 1](https://reddit.app.link/UyTVOlRiJ5), [Part 2](https://reddit.app.link/sLMU9OUiJ5), [Part 3](https://reddit.app.link/tRuTNDAwJ5), and [Part 4](https://reddit.app.link/a5F39GtUK5). I sincerely hope you’ve enjoyed traipsing through my dirty mind and found something you like. I’m always looking for story ideas so if you’d like to share one, feel free to contact me, either by post comment or privately.

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Part 5

When she’s recovered, we walk back up to the campsite where y’all have started a fire and opened a few beers, several from the looks of it. You say that you were about to wonder if we were ever coming back. “The water was very refreshing,” she says, glancing at me as we lose ourselves in a fit of giggles. You guys exchange looks wondering what that meant. Knowing what you’re thinking, I just reply we were enjoying ourselves, doing girl things and talking about boys. You glance at me and ask what I told her. I sit down in your lap as you hand me a drink. “Just how I made your dreams come true with one surprising yes.” “Oh lord, what did she say about me,” he asks and I tell you that you need to ask how they met. He turns red and blurts out, “nope, dare.”

Good Morning [Non-fiction] [Pregnancy] [Oral] [MF] [Long]

It is early. Too early.

Outside, the world is still dark. The sun isn’t up. The birds aren’t singing yet. And there is hardly any traffic.

In bed, under a thick duvet covered in fine linen that is cool and smooth against my skin, I dream mischievous dreams that make my pussy ache. And I am in no hurry to get up to begin yet another day of work. The pleasures of the bed are far more enticing.

My back is sore from the effort of carrying my daughter for the last seven-and-a-half months. And, now, in my final trimester, I feel that it is almost impossible for me to get a decent night’s sleep. My hips constantly ache, my breasts have gone up two cup sizes almost *overnight* (and are feeling very sore as a result!), and my growing belly makes it so very hard for me to find a decent position to sleep in… or have enjoyable sex in.

VICTORY-FAP: My First BJ – Throatpie from my freshman year RA [MF]

**FIRST BLOWJOB – MY COLLEGE RA**

As I mentioned in my first post – I was a late bloomer. Virgin until 25. But first got my wangdoodle sucked up in my freshmen year of college – when I was 19.

Thanks to SUMMER – the twenty year old perfect 10 RA who lived in my dorm – a floor above.

I’m a white dude – mixed european mutt – Irish – Austrian – Czech etc. Got my man weight now – but at the time was a waifish art kid. Kind of a proto hipster mixed with blue collar work clothes.

Super extroverted and confident, but a bit of a boyish man. Partied hard, had plenty of women friends – but never knew how to act around girls romantically. Was more at home in the world of ideas, music, and art etc. Maybe it was just that I had yet to run into someone who that stuff TURNED ON.

Summer was a glorious bird. Thin neck. High cheek bones. Big eyes. A thin nose with a little crook from a childhood breaking that did this cute thing where the tip went down when she talked… A high bubbly voice and a mischivious smile.

Camping with our New Friends 4/5 [FF] [oral]

Camping with our New Friends takes place a couple weeks after [A Welcome Interruption](https://reddit.app.link/z8XQBiXiJ5). [Part 1](https://reddit.app.link/UyTVOlRiJ5), [Part 2](https://reddit.app.link/sLMU9OUiJ5), and [Part 3](https://reddit.app.link/tRuTNDAwJ5)
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Part 4

Your combined cum deposits are dripping down my thighs, so thick you see it as I walk. She stops me and, kneeling in front of me, licks up my thighs moaning with pleasure at the taste of our men mixed with my pussy. She stands back up and kisses me deeply, sharing the delicious flavor. I kiss her back, craving more of the taste. You guys hear us giggling but you can’t see what’s going on and just figuring we’re comparing notes or whatever girls do when we’re together.

We make it down to the water splashing each other and laughing. We stop to clean up a bit and just start talking about our men and their quirks. I tell her about my sexual awakening since we started dating and how much had changed since. She asks how we met and I tell her our adorable story. “If only we knew then what we knew now…” She laughed and told me how they met at a sex club. Wow, you’d love that, I think as she tells me about it.

Camping with our New Friends 3/5 [MF] [MF MF] [MFF] [oral] [DP]

Camping with our New Friends takes place a couple weeks after [A Welcome Interruption](https://reddit.app.link/z8XQBiXiJ5). [Part 1](https://reddit.app.link/UyTVOlRiJ5) and [Part 2](https://reddit.app.link/sLMU9OUiJ5)

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Part 3

I reach between us and begin stroking your already hard cock. You start kissing the back of my neck and roll me over on my stomach, sliding your cock into my dripping pussy. I moan into my pillow as I lift my hips toward you and we slowly make love. I’m getting close and tell you “harder” and we cum together. You kiss all over my face and then snuggle up next to me.

“Sounds like you were having some fun without us,” he says as she rolls you on your back and sits on your still hard cock. You are super sensitive and you groan almost in pain as she begins to ride you. “His fat cock fills me up,” she says as she lowers herself down to take all of you. He gives her a side eye, almost jealously, and spreads my legs and begins to lick my clit. “Mmm, this pussy! It tastes so good, he says, pointedly at her. We glance at each other wondering if we need to stop the whole thing. I start to slide away from his mouth but he roughly grabs my hips and says, “Don’t even think about it.” You grab her hips to lift her off of you but she says that she’s about to cum and rides you harder until she screams with pleasure.

Slave [M] sent to be trained by lesbians [F]

When I first met my wife online and got to be more engaged with her and establish a relationship, I let her know I was into more adventurous sexual activities. She asked what I mean and I told her bondage, domination, humiliation, forced service, etc. She was like sadism and masochism?, I assured her, no that I did not want to inflict pain on anyone nor did I want to receive pain for no reason other than to take it. If I was to be disciplined then it must have a reason to endure the punishment and get a reward or accept guidance.
She did some research online though back in the late 90’s there was very little online about the lifestyle to be found and most was the more extreme versions. She also cautiously asked her girlfriends about any experiences they had in the area. Her friend Christine was excited and told her about various role-playing ideas (not my cup of tea) and creative uses for a weight bench Jeni had in the basement. Her friends Sue & Susan (a BBW lesbian couple) however told her they enjoyed it immensely and had many good ideas for her to try out.
After I moved to Iowa I tried to talk to her about my needs and desires in the bedroom, and she did try but very rarely and never with any serious effort. I grew more frustrated as did she. I pestered her at every chance to make me her slave and use me for her pleasure and to discipline me whenever I got on her nerves or upset her. She refused at every turn despite my efforts; however, I did not know she was planning to make all my fantasies a very painful reality.
It was mid-August and hotter than the 7th level of hell and humid enough for small fish to fly and the weather man said it would be lasting another week to 10 days at least. When I pulled in the driveway, I did not recognize the SUV that was parked next to Jeni’s van. I went inside and did not hear the kids anywhere. I saw Jeni sitting in the living room with her friends Sue & Susan. “Where are the kids?” I asked. “Oh my mom took them for the weekend” Jeni smiled back. “Sit down we want to talk to you “she said. I instantly started to sweat when a woman says she wants to talk to you it is rarely a good thing.
“I’ve been telling the girls here all about your dirty fantasies and how much you want to be a SLAVE and my difficulty in doing so. Well the good news is that they have offered to train you for ME! Isn’t that great? They do all the hard work and I get all the rewards, of course they will get many benefits from it as well they’ve told me.” Jeni said with a glint in her eye. “Now wait a minute here” I said. “Who said I would go through with this training?” I asked. “Well you got two options” Jeni said “Either you go through with this training by them to be trained as a proper slave for me and them (snicker) or YOU will never ever get ANYTHING kinky out of me again! Only missionary position sex and that rarely, or be trained as you’ve always wanted and get all the kinky sex and fun you’d wanted” Jeni said. The girls looked at me like lions eyeing some meat. “I uhmm uhmmm” I stammered. I wasn’t looking forward to being trained by the girls as I assumed being lesbians they would be extra hard on me. “Oh Jeni I think he’s too scared to serve us and be trained by us” Susan chided me. Of course, it had the desired effect. “I agree to the training!” I practically yelled to them all. They looked on with glee. “Good, good Jeni said why don’t you read over this slave training contract the girls and I have written up then we can all sign it and get Sue here to notarize it making it nice and legal” Jeni purred to me.
Susan handed me a document title “Slavery and Continued Training Contract” I started to skim over it.
I Jeni D. _______________________ do hereby give Susan Trapp and Sue Fox permission and right to train my slave/husband Michael in any and all ways they see fit, using any methods and discipline they feel is need and appropriate.
We Susan Trapp X___________________________ and Sue Fox ¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬X______________________________ do hereby accept slave Michelle/Mike as out slave to be trained in domestic, personal and sexual slavery. The following rules will apply to her/his training.
1. Slave will be trained from Friday at 8 am till Monday at 8 am
2. Slave will not have any contact with anyone other than the trainers and any friends they may invite over to assist in her/his training
3. Slave will do as told or expect swift and severe punishment and discipline
4. Trainers may invite over guests to assist or assess slave training and skills at any point
5. Slave may use safe word of “ballet” to end training at any time but this also negates the training and s/he will got no kink form Jeni ever again.
6. The trainers agree to the following limits only, no men, no kids, no scat, no modifications or permanent marks
7. Slave will return to the trainers farm twice a year for 5-10 days intensive refresher courses
8. Slave will be placed in locked chastity at the end of training
9. Jeni may send slave to the farm at any time for any duration she wishes
10. Trainers will be allowed to videotape and photograph all training sessions for review and humiliation purposes
I slave Michelle/Mike X¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬________________________ agree to be trained by Mistress Susan and Mistress Sue under the above conditions and agreements and enter into this arrangement of my own free will and volition. I know the involved risk and physical discomforts I may endure and sustain during the training.
Jeni X________________________________
Susan Trapp X______________________________
Sue Fox X______________________________________
Mike X_________________________________
Notarized by

The Deerhunter Story, It’s hard being a teenager. [MF]

These days, they would say she had an “anxiety disorder” or some boring clinical DSM-5 label like that. But back then as a 90’s teenager we just said she was “wound a little tight”.

And she was.

Her kid brother and I were in the same grade. He was way too cool to be hanging out with me regularly, but he’d introduced his sister to me and we hit it right off. Her and I were built nearly identically, both tall and rail thin. She was blonde, and had incredible legs that made the Eight-Dollar Uber all the way from her ass to the ground. She was plain as paper and nearly as flat. She only wore a bra for emotional support, and to keep from walking around with her high-beams on all day.

She was cute, but in the kind of way where you had to get to know her to see it. Most people never got that far, and she had long ago locked her heart away deep enough that the average guy would get bored and pull the eject handle inside of the first month.

I have an [oral] fixation and I know it – [FM] [DDlg] [petplay]

We’re watching movies on the couch, all snuggled up. My head on your lap and you gently petting my hair. All cozy. Super PG… except for the collar I’m wearing and my lack of clothes.

I can feel you start to get hard through your shorts and of course want to help and make you feel good. Playfully looking up at you and then kissing your bulge. You pretend to keep watching the movie, but the hand in my hair moves my face closer to your hardening cock.

Taking you into my hands, I lightly lick the tip of you. Tracing slow circles around your head and down to your frenulum, where I flick my tongue over and over. I run my tongue down your shaft to feel you in my mouth, and you can feel the saliva starting to pool as I part my lips for you.

Making you feel good and taking your cock in my mouth is an obsession, and I want to be a good pet for you. I am absolutely not watching the movie, but collars make me mindless property anyway— fit only for sucking and fucking and pleasing. Being a good girl. Having your cock in my mouth is *suuuuch* a pleasure for me. Pleasuring you is my favorite. I just want to make you feel good. I just want to make you happy daddy.

Get your stories here! Broken hearts. Busted nuts. And even a few squirters.[MFF]

Ok – thought I’d give this a shot.

I’ve really enjoyed reading these type of stories lately – – and given this pandemic I, like everyone else, have some time on my hands. And like any other red-blooded American male I watch porn – but have grown bored of its stupidity and worn out tropes. (how many step sister fucks me videos can they make?)

Maybe I should write for porn. Hmmmm.

Anyhow. I was a late bloomer. Didn’t have sex until I was 25 – after moving to NYC from college in 2000.

But I made up for lost time. I’ve made love, had sex, performed intercourse or otherwise banged somewhere around 30 awesome women, depending on how you count.

Messed around with another 30-40 babes – easy.

Welcome to Victory-Fap. Get it?

Sorry….Not heroic Hollywood numbers, but tons of super fun – intense experiences – between two radically consenting adults. And one time three of us!

I’ve played the field and have I got stories for you!

A range of goddesses – From perfect 10 models who sucked and sucking dick. To not “traditionally” attractive goddesses with amazing tits, welcoming throats, and a penchant for getting choked.