Bondage loving couple – the very beginning [MF] [bd] [oral]

I met Sarah six years ago, when we both were competing on university sporting day in Berlin. The beauty of her athletic body was emphasized by a red skin-tight dress with white stripes, which was perfectly shaped around her breasts and an attentive spectator can see protruding nipples. I was always shy around the girls, but she was worth trying. Nowadays, we are a happy couple for five years and I would like to share some exciting moments from our intimate life.

I discovered my greatest kink when I hit a puberty. I love to see bound, helpless women, struggling in tight ropes, put in chains, lock in a cage, with cuffs around wrists and ankles, blindfolded and gagged. This idea always gets me a huge arousal and brings me in front my computer, watching hours of videos and seeing tons of pictures with this theme. Now, I have a gorgeous girl by my side and my dreams may come true. But what if she is not into bondage at all?

[F]irst ti[m]e at a swingers club [mfmf]

We (bittenthrowaway and I) had been chatting with a few couples and talking about swinging for a couple months, but until that point, we hadn’t gotten the opportunity to do anything like that in real life. We decided to try our luck at a swingers’ club that we had heard about on swinglifestyle.com. At first, we were extremely nervous to go and almost cancelled our plans a few times. But after a few drinks, we were about ready for anything. Pulling into the parking lot felt surreal—we couldn’t believe we were actually going to do this, but we were very excited about what the night might hold. We were given a tour of the place by one of the regulars: the main room looked like a dozen other bars we’d been to before. The back rooms, though, were a different story. Leaving the main bar area, it felt like walking into a large living room, complete with 3 or 4 TVs showing a lesbian porn video. Couches and loveseats were all around with a sex swing hanging from the ceiling in the middle of them. When the tour ended, we stayed in the main bar area, enjoying a few drinks, and chatting with a couple, David and Jenny. After a little while, Jenny decided to go change. When she came back, she was wearing panties and a top that did little to cover her large natural tits and pierced nipples. Bitten and I couldn’t help admiring not only her breasts, but her carefree attitude that was equally sexy. Within minutes, Bitten told me she’s changing too. She came out wearing a negligee and black lacy panties, accentuating her long, sleek legs and shapely body. I was already starting to get turned on.

I saw my fuck buddy tonight and it was so hot I have to spill [F,M]

Hi! I had written a couple of stories about my Marine fuck buddy – one was about the night we met and another when I sucked him off. Hold on, it's going to be long.

Friday last afternoon we had a steamy text exchange while I was waiting for my bus home from work. I told him about how I was playing with myself when I got home from seeing him Thursday – he asked how it felt because I help engage in his fetish so I described it in vivid detail – slippery, wet, I could still smell his skin and thought about his kisses and the way he teased me with his cock, how I curled my toes and thrashed on the bed when I came. He was turned on – "I'm at the grocery store and you're making me hard." I texted back "Sorry but you asked." Him: "No worries…." then "I did ask and that was hot"

I was getting so wet I practically soaked my panties.

I'm SG, he's M (for Marine)

SG: I'm afraid I'm going to leave a wet spot on the bus seat. I'm so turned on and the bus vibrates and hits bumps on the road. I don't know how I'm going to stay cool.

A visceral, raw attempt to explain my sexuality. Posting in hopes some can relate. [fsub] [fM] [fm]

Am I the only who has struggled with deviance?


I write this in hopes that you will understand me.

I've struggled with my sexuality for as long as I can remember.

As a child, before I even knew what sex was, I recall having the most debased fantasies that my memory has hidden from me until recent years of high school and middle school (I will explain my discovery later). I found that when I straddled my toddler-sized purple plastic chair, thoughts of Jasmine kissing Jafar under his spell would surface and feel…interesting. When my mom caught me in this act, she asked me why I was doing what I was doing. I pondered the question for a long while, and finally answered that it gave me a tickly feeling. I told her that I thought about Jasmine and Aladdin on a carpet ride, because how could I explain what I was thinking? I imagined Jasmine hypnotized, Jasmine being forced to do the splits by a machine, Jasmine being put under Jafar's spell and coerced into kissing him in front of Aladdin.

“Unknown Sender: 1 of 2” [f, m, Bd, Blkmail, Oral]


 

UNKNOWN SENDER: 1 of 2

 


 

It all started with a text-message.

 

Unknown Sender: Is this Madison Carver?

 

She considered not replying. Madison got strange texts like this one fairly frequently. She blamed it on the few times she'd been too drunk at a party and had given her phone-number away with reckless abandon.

 

And rarely, she knew, would anything good come from answering these vague messages. Especially when you have a boy-friend and a reputation to uphold. Besides, if it was someone or something important, then they'd text her again.

 

Madison had received that text message at 3:05 o'clock, while unpacking her locker and getting ready to walk to the buss-stop. Volleyball practice had been canceled last minute and she wouldn't have a ride home for another hour and a half. Then, at 3:09, just as Madison was leaving the high-school, she received another text-message.

 

Unknown Sender: Grad twelve, volleyball prodigy, straight A's. That's you, right?

 

Madison: Yah?

 

Seven minutes later…

 

Madison: What do u want ?

 

Department store fantasy [M/f] [voy] [reluc] [oral]

I had just turned 30, and just landed a new, very high paying job. I was feeling pretty good, and to celebrate, I decided to get new clothes for my new job. It was pretty late in the evening, and I went to the department store to see what they had. I walked around for a while, and saw a few things I liked, then I ended up in the underwear section. I had been single for a while, and wasn’t getting any action lately, so I figured I might get some underwear that looked nice on me, in case I did find someone to share them with. As I was standing there browsing, one of the store employees walked by. I glanced over, and did a double take. She was one of the hottest girls I’d ever seen. She couldn’t have been more than 18, this was probably her first job. She had long blonde hair, and a super tight, thin little body with the perfect amount of curve to it. I couldn’t help myself, and stared blatantly as she passed. She glanced down my way, and smiled, as store employees do, but I don’t think she realized I’d been staring, then continued on. I looked down at the package of underwear I was holding in my hand, and had a sudden impulse to do something crazy… I walked over to where the beautiful teenage girl had gone, and put on my best sheepish look.

Seminar in Sexual Techniques: 1032 |m/f|

The classroom was a bowl shaped, stadium seating auditorium. The kind customary to larger universities where class size was on average over 200 students per class. Nearly every seat is filled for the 4PM lecture there. The room was active with conversation, the sounds of laptops and tablets being set up on desks,and the thumping of bags on the floor. In the front of the room a middle aged professor was setting up. He sat his brief case next to the podium which contained a computer monitor. He quickly entered his credentials into the computer and with a few clicks of the mouse brought to life a presentation upon the large screen in front of the auditorium. The title read "Oral Techniques; Advanced Manuevuers and Tips". The professor clipped a microphone base to his belt and fished the wire up his shirt so that the microphone clipped to his collar. He turned it on and a couple muffled thuds were heard over the speaker. He motioned for the IT technician to adjust his volume and after a few seconds he spoken"test, test" over the speakers. His voice was strong yet soothing. It was rumored that students signed up for his classes simply because his voice was so pleasurable to the ears. Many students often joked that he should consider teaching some of their basic science classes, so that they can bear sitting through lectures. He stood for a few more seconds as the last of the students got to their seats and commotion dulled. He nodded toward two young teaching assistants, and they got up and walked to the rear of the auditorium to shut the large doors. The closed with a tremendous thud that every Student could feel. It was an electrifying sound and feeling. The teaching assistants were both highly attractive; one young female assistant wearing tight jeans and a low cut v neck. She had dark hair just below her shoulders that was straight and brushed behind her ears. She was tall, thin, and busty just enough to be a successful underwear model. Her bra today gave her ample cleavage that was hard not to notice when she walked past. The male assistant was also equally attractive. Tall and fit, hair short messy and blonde. He too wore jeans and a matching black v neck. His arms bulged from tight fitting sleeves. The two walked together to the front of the room and sat down. Next to them a third assistant sat. He seemed slightly older than the two assistants, dark features, dark hair, and also wearing the same v neck and jeans. He was more muscular than the male assistant that shut the door, but not much. It could be that he was slightly taller, or that his skin was slightly more tan. The three of them sat facing the professor who was making his last adjustments to his microphone. "Good afternoon" the professor spoke. "Today is the second lecture in oral techniques. Last lecture we focused on cunnalingus, and I trust that you reviewed and practiced since then" the students all smiled and nodded, few conversing between each other. One student raised their hand. It was a male student, wearing a backwards braves hat and a polo shirt. He first softly, then with more authority began to speak "I'm still having trouble with dual stimulation techniques! I've gone over the lecture notes and the book but I still am having difficulty". The professor spoke " please see one of the TA after class, they will be able to help, we do not have much time so we must move on to our lecture" the professor began the lecture turning to the next slide basic male anatomy. He was going over the different structures of the penis, testes and prostrate. The students vigorously took notes as the professor high lighted key words and potential exam questions. After a few anatomy slides he came to a graphic displaying the many names for fellatio. The students laughed at a few of the terms. The professor then said "it goes by many names, but today you will learn its as a skill" the next slide read in class demonstration. He went to the computer and clicked off the presentation to a screen that showed a camera view of the front part of the room. It was focused on a chair and a plain white wall. He asked the taller dark haired male assistant to come forward. " With help we are going to show the basic techniques involved in this oral skill. The dark haired assistant stood in front of the camera, the large screen showing him more clearly. He stood with his hands clasped behind his back waiting for instruction. the professor then motioned to the female assistant to come forward . She then entered the camera frame and the both were visible on the large projector screen. "Now, there are many techniques, positions, placements but we want to focus on the act, and the basic skills before we can move on to more advanced lessons" the professor calmly said. The female assistant got on her knees and the camera zoomed so bring her better into the frame. She reached for his pants and the male assistant offered assistance in unbuttoning the jeans as she pulled the zipper down. The female instructor then helped to pull the jeans, and briefs down in a quick motion. The male assistant stood tall with his hands to his side. His large, erect penis reached out into the camera frame. The female instructor positioned her self while looking in a monitor near the set, once they were at an appropriate angle she held the penis and looked to the professor. He nodded and she slowly came toward it. She parted her lips every so slightly as she took the head of it in her mouth. She slowly opened wider as it entered and she went delicately down till her lips were just slightly above her hand. She retracted slowly, visibly squeezing his dick so that the blood was forced to it making it larger and harder. As her mouth left his dick, a small collection of spit stuck to her lip before falling down. She calmly looked at the professor who brought up slides next to the camera on the screen. He went over the steps and the female instructor methodically and slowly performed them. There was proper hand placement and grip. Single hand approach for beginners. The other hand was used to pull her hair behind her ears. And to occasionally wipe her mouth. There was also proper lip placement on the shaft, and the role of the tongue on the down stroke. The assistant slowly sucked the cock, each time going nearly to the top of her hand and retracting to show it engorged and wet from her spit. The professor continued to lecture as she sucked his dick. First it was slow, and methodically stopped at key points in the act. Now she was going at a pace, without stopping. The sounds of her sucking were lightly heard over the speakers. The students payed close attention and continued taking notes as the professor highlighted key points on the side by side slides. Finally the professor asked the female assistant to stop. She wiped her mouth and with the assistance of the tall male teaching assistant got his pants and briefs back up. The two of them returns to their seat and the professor switched slides. He went through the a few more key points and erogenous areas of the penis to focus on. He then go to another in class demonstration point. This time the professor asked for a female student volunteer. The audience was quite, then a single hand reached out. The professor smiled and asked the young lady to come to the stage. She had brown hair pulled back, was shorter, roughly 5'2'' and very petite. She had on Nike spandex shorts and a workout shirt. She was fit, but her most attractive feature was her legs. They were tone and muscular and her ass poked out firm and perfectly sized. She had a medium bust that was concealed behind a slightly loose fitting workout tank. She has striking features of beauty but seemed quite innocent. The professor asked if she had any difficulty with the assignments so far, or had any experience with fellatio. She stated her female roommate helped her with her cunnalingus assignments, and that she did practice her fellatio assignments with a male student from her hall. He instructed her to get into position on the stage and she stood in the frame of the camera.

(M)y (F)irst Time Receiving Oral In A Park

Before I moved to Florida I was living in one of the greatest cities in the world, New York City. I was just getting over a break up and was dating a Puerto Rican girl that was a couple years younger than me. She had thick dark hair, a great smile and an ass to die for. One night we were out eating and drinking when I asked if she wanted to go for a walk before I had to drop her off . She agreed and I told her that we could go to Central Park that was just a couple blocks away. She was a little skeptical at first because she had heard some horror stories about Central Park at night, but I told her she had nothing to worry about because I would be there to take care of her. She kissed me, smiled and said lets go.

“An Invitation to Dinner” [m, FM, Anal, Cuck, Huml]



 

Chapter One: Her Only Rule

 


 

A year ago, I had an affair with this hair-dresser. True story.

 

Her name was Susan. She was forty-two, living a comfortable life-style with her husband. And she had this one rule, which prevented the two of us fucking, because she didn't want me "stretching her out". (I'm a lot larger than her husband and he would have noticed, she claimed. I didn't realize how true this was until much later…) So, this meant a lot of cock sucking. Like, a lot.

 

I guess if I had to label this first phase of the affair, I'd call it the cock worshipping phase. At least twice a week, sometimes more, Susan would meet me behind her husband's back, to suck my cock and tell me how badly she wanted to get fucked by it.