Tonight’s Theme Party: Vicars and Tarts [FF][voy][exh][oral]

Theme parties at the Miami Key Club are always fun affairs. Roman orgy toga parties and key parties are fan favorites, but tonight we are partaking in a time honored costume party from England; a vicars and tarts party, where men dress like priests and women dress like slutty streetwalkers. It’s my first time hosting at this swinger’s club theme party and I want to make sure everything is perfect.

The sexy nun costume which came by mail was shorter than I expected. My ass cheeks peeked from beneath the short black, white-collared mini dress. Oh well, I’m committed. I put on the matching habit, tucking my long brown hair underneath before putting on my reading glasses and applying some deep red lipstick to my lips. Thigh high fishnet stockings glided up my legs, which I secured to hanging black garters, before sliding my feet into my ridiculously high heeled black leather pumps. I stood to look at myself in the mirror, turning to look over my shoulder to see the bottom of my ass cheeks striped with black garters. With a smirk on my face, and a wooden ruler in my hand, I left for the party.

How I (FM) wish the night had started with the night had gone (str8) (oral)

There’s something different tonight, she picked me up like usual and we were on the way to her apartment but I can feel it there’s something different in her composure, a glint in the way she looks at me but I can’t place it surely I’m imagining it. It’s all in my head I tell myself. We pull into her parking lot and make our way to her apartment, as I enter I’m looking for pieces of the version I last knew the girl who filled her space with motivational pictures but it’s a grown up apartment- has she changed so much?

We’re back at my apartment, I’ve been thinking about this night a long time. I made sure to be waxed, showered and looking my best- well I made sure I felt sexy. I wanted him so much, I’ve wanted him for a long time. Ever since that nearly kiss I’ve wondered what it would feel like to have him look me in the eyes and grab the back of my head lightly pulling my hair as he pulls me in closer to kiss me. Drawing me into that world that exists when it is just us. I’ve tried to figure out how to make it happen.

Molly’s Mysteries – losing her virginity at 18 to her philosophy teacher [BDSM] [RP] (part 1)

The darkness was all she knew. Molly was a quiet girl, damaged at a young age by her unhinged and irresponsible parents. Her father was absent and her mother was an addict, and she spent most of her time in those formative years alone, nurtured neither by family nor friends. She had none — even though she was exceptionally bright and pretty and charismatic when she felt like it, Molly was withdrawn and sullen and defeated. The world was her prison, a palace of pain and self-hate and enervating loneliness. Every other day there would be a new man in the house, staying anywhere from an hour to a couple weeks before her mother was onto the next one. Molly’s mother provided her shelter and comfort when she could, but she was too far gone most of the time to even communicate beyond basic questions like have you eaten, how was school. Well, school sucked most of the time, until Molly turned 18 and began her senior year of high school. Puberty was kind to Molly — she was endowed with enormous and firm breasts, a Hollywood actress’ iconic face, dimples and freckles and cheeks that begged to be pinched and squeezed, and a truly remarkable ass, a monument of want and the topic of much conversation for the boys (and many girls) of the school ever since it emerged out of thin air. Molly was aware and deeply uncomfortable with her body and all the attention it entailed. She didn’t date or go to any of the school dances for her first three years because the thought never even crossed her mind. She was useless, a sack of garbage incapable of bonding or communication, chained to her wretched life at home watching over her poor mother as she tumbled from boyfriend to boyfriend.

Spending a Night with Daddy [Str8][MDom][Fsub][oral] light[bd] light[BDSM]

The air is damp and smells wonderful, the scent of the street that just been washed by the rain, these kinds of nights are my favorite to take in the city when its at its most quiet. I’m walking by myself with a small black duffle bag in hand. It’s small compared to the one you probably have in your mind. Inside are a few things I only use with one person. We meet like this about once a week or week and a half, I can’t stand to be away from you longer than that.

Vivid Dreams Poker Club (Chapters 1 & 2) – [MF] [Str8] [Oral]

*sorry for posting the Chapter 1 again: i wanted to include links between chapters and had both auto deleted. that was my mistake. I hope you enjoy your time at Vivid Dreams Poker Club!*

**CHAPTER 1**

May, 14

This was the first day of my new job, which would later prove exceptionally interesting and arousing. If only I knew what my future had in store! But, let’s stick to the timeline.

My name is Dennis and I was in a desperate search for job. I was fired a while ago and surely needed money. So, one day I came home and saw a pretty interesting e-mail in my inbox.

“Vivid Dreams Poker Club is a brand new gambling facility in search of staff. We are just opening, and currently hiring a dealer for our club. If this offer seems interesting for you, feel free to call us at +x-xxxxxx and we will appoint a meeting. Knowledge of game rules is a must. We only need one male applicant! Dress code: black suit.

Yours,
Helene Miller”

The time my infidelity saved a marriage [mff]

This story has been asked a lot in private messages so since I got some time and missed you guys, here it is.

Awhile back I was getting tutored for a science course, I was failing bad and this was the 2nd attempt. My teacher offered to tutor me in a lab after school two days a week and I agreed. The first session sucked, I kinda caught on but was still having problems. During the second session I told him I wanted to quit because I couldn’t catch on. He looked kinda disappointed, I went to sit next to him and leaned over and he looked at me in the eyes. It was then I decided to chance this, he was older but hot also. I unbuttoned my polo shirt (3 button) knowing my bra and top of breast were visible. Told him there most be another way. My hand was already on his leg and I moved towards his dick which was already hard. I touched it and said please. He told me to go lock the door. The tutoring room we were in had a glass door but had a filter so no one could see through.

[reluc][oral] Fiance’ pays for my mistakes (x-post from dirty writing prompts.)

“We don’t have any money here” was the first thing she thought to say. “You did,” replied the taller of the two men, pressing the barrel of his gun against the back of my head, forcing my face down. “Or, he did, at least. Our money, and a lot of it.”

“There’s a TV, laptops. Just take what you want and go.” she said, a picture of trembling defiance in her negligee, silhouetted in the kitchen doorway, one hand steadying herself against the frame, fingers tight, tips pressed to the painted wood. “Not even close to enough, sweetie,” he answered. “And besides, we aren’t here to collect. Your little boyfriend here is going to be an example to what happens to people that don’t take their debts seriously.” The barrel was an oppressive presence against my scalp, I visualized my brain meat spread across the floor, my fingernails pulled out, bones twisted to cracking. My heart was beyond racing, it quivered in my chest, a cold flush running over me.

The Midnight Riders Society: A Promise Kept [MF, Oral, Creampie]

Felicia’s story came to a close as she came, shuddering, on Kyle’s face. There was some polite applause, but by and large the success of a story was judged by how excited it got the audience. And by that token Felicia had done exceptionally well.

All of the remaining listeners had devolved into their private performances. Irene and Samuel, the couple on the couch opposite, had now entirely shed their clothes. The coloured girl ground her pussy into the basketball player’s muscular leg as they sloppily made out. It wouldn’t be long before she was treating herself to the biggest cock in the Society.

Francis and Colby, who had paused briefly to watch the climax of Felicia’s story, returned to what they had been doing before. Francis had his pants around his ankles and his hands twisted into his lover’s curly hair, as the first-year greedily deepthroated his prick. The rising volume of his slurping was beginning to rival that of Kyle and Felicia, who appear to have begun round two.

One Librarian and Two Sadistic Bikers, Part 1 [str8][rough][MMF][double penetration][dominating][reluctant][masturbation][anal][oral]

Part 1 (link in the comments to my Casual Sex Gamer blog & Part 2. My blog hast parts 1 – 6 on it now. I hope you enjoy part 1:

It was Friday night, closing time at the library. My dirty mind was wandering as I checked out the line of men that formed with their books. I enhanced the boring task by imagining that the line was for a more arousing reason. Instead of checking out their books, I was on my knees and they were waiting for their turn at my mouth. Needless to say, by the time the place cleared out, I was pretty riled up.

Being horny was my typical state, and it led me to my unusual hobbies. One was having orgasms, and the other involved going into games for sex, but that was a whole different barrel of monkeys.

It was right around closing time, and I was about to lock the doors when two huge bikers came in. One had a thick red beard and a full head of hair. He wore a black Harley tee and was totally ripped. The other man had dark hair and a five o’clock shadow. He was shirtless beneath a leather vest and his muscled arms and chest were covered with tattoos. Both of them immediately pushed every one of my horny, over sexed buttons.

Girls’ Weekend [FF, FFM, MF] [wet] [oral] [anal] [reluc] Ch. 16-17

#~Chapter Sixteen~
##A Lap Dance?

I glance down and see the panties on my lap. They are warm, wet, and for me, an incredibly erotic prop. “Okay, sweetie,” Amanda says, “to get you even warmer, we have one more surprise for you.” And with that, she leaves the room, while Tammy and Kevin take a seat on the bed. When she returns, she is not alone. With her is another woman. “Steph, we figured that you had a nice time watching Tammy and Kevin, now, it’s their turn to watch us. I’ve brought along a friend. Her name is Kelly, and she’s a… dancer. And she’d like to dance for you. And we’re going to watch.” With that, Kelly steps towards me, and I’m embarrassed, because I’m sitting, totally wet, naked, and fully exposed to her. But she doesn’t look at me anywhere but in the eyes, extends her hand to shake mine, and leans in and kisses me on the cheek. I smell her perfume—she’s wearing too much, but she smells good, and even from her friendly kiss, I can tell her lips are warm and sensual. Amanda continues, “Now, Kelly tells me that usually, when a woman dances for someone in the situation that you’re in—sitting in a chair with their legs spread—there’s no touching allowed. But we’ve made a special arrangement with Kelly tonight. There will be touching. Now I’m going to sit with Kevin and Tam on the bed, and now we’ll watch you.” And she takes a seat on the bed.