collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
Warning: This story is about a submissive relationship with an older man and a younger woman, it focuses on rough sex and has strong elements of raceplay in it. If you are easily offended this is not for you.*********************************************
Summary: Indian virgin is taken by a mature white dom
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The below is my first attempt at a story based on the experience of a friend but details changed to hide identity – English is not my first language so sorry for mistakes. Feedback welcome and ideas for further stories welcome too.
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Summery: A hard working black office worker deals with a useless intern with serious self loathing
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Charlie was having a shit day, a really shit day. He’d just got home from work and needed to de-stress. He poured himself a tall glass of Jack, kicked off his clothes and grabbed his laptop. He sat down on the sofa naked, opened his mac and went straight to his favoiuret porn site.
Charlie was a hard worker, he was smart and he was dedicated. He grew up in a rough part of town, his dad left him young and his mum had died when was in college. Now he was 27 and working at a top management consultancy. He loved his job mainly because it paid well, but he hated most of the spoilt brats he worked with. None of them had to work as hard as him to get there, they all came from rich families who paid for the best schools and collages, Charlie did it all himself.
$15,000 per month… That was the cost of the medicine. After nearly dying to cancer the latest gene therapy saved my life. One month I was on death’s door, the next I was perfectly healthy, as long as I kept taking the medicine. The doctor gave me two months to live tops if I stopped.
The first thing to be sold was the car, a used audi was worth a month of life. Then came most of the furnature, that was another month. The housing market was down, so after the mortgage and fees, selling the house only gave me 3 months. I had nothing left to give, no job, no house, no money, a gofundme page sitting at $15, I begged the doctor and managed to get one additional treatment but was told that they could not afford to give it to me for free. I thought I was dead, then I got a call from missy. Missy was my ex-boyfriends fiance. Actually, she was my ex-fiance’s fiance. Daren and I had been together several years ago. He was wonderful in so many ways, he even understood that I wanted to save myself until marriage. We loved each other deeply and when I started walking down the isle I really meant to marry him, loose our virginity together and have a life together, I really did. But then I got the worse case of cold feet, and I ran. Ran from the wedding, ran from him, ran from our relationship. Since then I have only ever talked to him twice on the phone.
“Deep breath.”
I can’t believe I’m doing this. My whole body tingles with equal parts excitement, nerves, and fear. An hour from now, and I’ll be America’s newest Beast Porn star. They check my I.D. (again), confirm my age (again), make sure I’ve taken all magical precautions (again), and check my doctor’s report (AGAIN!).
I’m filming a scene for Cattle Call, a website that specializes in “casting couch” videos. The girls pretend they’re here for a regular acting job, then “Oh No! I have to fuck Beastmen cock?!? I’ve never, but okay.” Once this goes up, I’ll be disowned permanently. No going back to my family in Bumfuck, North Carolina. I’ve committed the Unforgivable Act.
My co-star walks in, and my mouth gets dry. I’m sharing the screen with a living legend, Ron “Steam Bull” Laramie. He’s been fucking human women on camera for over 20 years. Everyone recognizes him, even if they don’t watch Beast Porn. For better or worse, his horned mug is the face of the industry. The first video I watched featured him, and I was hooked on Beastmen after that. Fucking him, on camera or off, has been number one on my bucket list since that lonely summer day before Senior year. I mean, he’s not the best looking guy, being a Bull Beastman, but he’s got a massive cock, decades of experience, and can still go for an hour at a time.
This is the interesting tale of how my current relationship began. While it’s only been officially been going on a month, it’s unquestionably one the healthiest and sexually satisfying relationships I’ve ever been in.
Bear with me in this story, it’s a slow build. I promise it’ll be good though. It’ll be a long one.
**The characters:**
Me – 34 year old male. Average height. Thick built. Barrel chested. Decent amount of muscle. But some fat. Not in great shape, but not in poor shape either. I’ve been described as rather dashing, but I think they were trying to flatter. All in all I’m a not-unattractive nerdy guy with a great smile and good hair.
EM – 28 year old woman. Slightly taller than me. Often the most attractive woman in the room. Dirty Blonde hair. Curvy without being heavy. Perky D-cup breasts. Long legs. Amazing ass. Just an all around bombshell.
**The Setup:**
Since 2017 I’d been living a poly lifestyle. It had started with an open relationship (which ended early 2017). I’m active in the BDSM community as a switch. I’ve kept a fetlife for quite a while. And did most of my dating through OkCupid and Fetlife.
[This is pretty long, but you can skip some of the background info by just going below the break]
So this happened a couple of years back, when I was dating my then-boyfriend. We were both going to college in the same city, and every day on my way to class I passed by the same dingy porno theater. I was shocked it was still around; after all, why would anyone pay to watch porn these days? The owners seemed to agree with me on some level, seeing as it looked like they had spent the last twenty years putting off renovations in anticipation of the theater’s insolvency. The sign out front was half worn away with the weather, and for months one of the glass doors was sporting a sprawling spiderweb crack. My stomach always had a lurch of curiosity when I walked by the building. I found myself slowing down to try and examine their hideous promotional posters or catch a glimpse inside the red carpeted entryway. However, I never really stopped, especially not after a guy smoking a cigarette outside invited me in, saying he’d pay my cover, when I was on my way to a 11 am class.
I spent the second half of senior year of college having the best sex of my life.
The girl, B, was another senior who had been in my English classes all four years. I had admired her from across the room since we were freshmen, but she was a gorgeous, dark-skinned, athletic tennis player who was miles out of my nerdy league (and frankly not exactly my type), so I more or less ignored her. Then, around Thanksgiving senior year, she sent me a late-night Facebook message that, long story short, ended with us having a marathon fuck session in her dorm room right before Thanksgiving break that we vowed to repeat when we got back to campus.
She was about 5’ 4” with dark, buttery skin, straight black hair, very small tits, amazing ass and thighs (thanks tennis practice), and a beautiful, slightly round face. I’m a white guy, 6’ tall, skinny, with a 6” cock if I squint while I’m measuring.
I’m still beside myself with joy and need to tell someone about it. Long read ahead:
Wednesday night I came back from 3 days of business travel that had me working until 9pm every night but had been really successful. So I was happy and exhausted, and had missed my fiancé u/Myhsam terribly when he greeted me at the train station. From the second he took me in his arms we were glued to each other. So we made our way to his apartment almost without breaking touch.
Once we had arrived, I went to take a shower and of course he followed suit. We embraced, I looked into his beautiful blue-grey eyes and started to kiss him passionately, my tongue playing with his. Naturally, I had expected him to quickly get an erection (which he did) but I had not expected that he needed to feel me immediately. I had barely started to touch his dick when he turned me around, pressed me against the tiles and pushed into me.
My next door neighbor looks like a young Christina Applegate. She’s petit, blonde, and unlike the real Applegate, my neighbor has pierced nipples, which I can see jutting through her practically see through tank tops.
My neighbor is a bombshell and she knows it. She walks around the building in her booty shorts and see through tank tops and in the winter, simply adds a super heavy puffy jacket and knee high boots.
When I first moved in, she was one of the first people I met. She gave me a big friendly hello, welcoming me to the building. As a finance guy, I decided to go to the monthly board meetings, but she was never there. Maybe she rented, I guessed. Or maybe she just didn’t care and, like most people in a large building, assume someone is taking care of what needs to be taken care of.
One afternoon, I listed something for sale on the building’s Facebook page and my neighbor, who is named Lynn, by the way, liked the post. Of course I immediately recognized her and friended her. She accepted right away and did the exact same thing I did: Went through my posts, liking various ones to get a better gist of the kind of guy I was.
I (34M) got divorced a couple of years ago and quickly became a slut.
I had been married to the woman I lost my virginity to when I was 17. That’s not a bad thing. We lived our independent lives. Our sex life was always incredibly healthy and sometimes, experimental. Had a few threesomes we both enjoyed. But we just grew apart as some couples do.
When we broke up, I pretty much fucked anyone that enthusiastically consented. Problem with that is — even when you think you’re not — you tend to play with people’s emotions. Sex turns from survival to amazing when you build a connection with your partner. A hard stare into someone’s eyes as you thrust yourself into them can be read for something more than you think it is. I mean, there’s something inherently wrong about an exchange of:
“Fuck me harder, daddy.”
“Yes, baby.”
a matter of hours after meeting someone for the first time.
Being called out in parking lot by a sweet single mother has a way of making you reevaluate your perspective on these sorts of things. I’d like to blame my lack of relationships prior to 32 but you live and learn, I guess.