[MF][minor Trans] Wormtongue

This is the story of the the time I had a tongue in my prostate.

I met Kyla at a dance club in Bucharest. We hit it off and ended up back at her place. She was slim, about 170 cm tall, jet black hair, and had on a tight black dress. She had full lips, soft skin, and brown eyes. Her apartment was in a very old building, at least several hundred years, but was beautiful with large spaces and high ceilings. Despite its age it was fully modernized and quite luxurious.

She was quick to kiss me as soon as the door shut behind us. The intensity caught me off guard as her tongue explored my mouth urgently. In the embrace we groped like a couple of teenagers and I was lead quickly to her bedroom.

Now just in her panties my eyes were treated to two spectacular breasts being highlighted by the ambient lighting. As she pulled me closer she reached into my pants and started stroking my already hard cock. She whispered to me that she wanted to put it in her mouth and proceeded to fully undress me until I was standing there naked with her kneeling in front of me.

That time i met Amy, the facefucking MILF of Montreal. [MF] [shower sex] [MILF]

When I was growing up, I lived beside a Ms. Loris Bachman, a stay at home mother of 2. She was the definitive embodiment of a MILF. Red vivid hair to her waist, legs for miles, an ass as big as her tits. It was like finding Jessica rabbit had settled down in your neighborhood, had two kids and you would see her at PTA meetings or community events offer cookies and a smile. I remember fondly of seeing her reading poetry out loud on her back porch at her book clubs, drinking English breakfast tea. Every so often I was awake early and i would see her come home from her morning run in her tight Lycra running shorts and low cut running top, pale skin glistening with morning sweat. Soft spoken but with a mother’s firmness, she would tenderly dote on you one moment and whip your ass when you got out of line the next. She would wear these very conservative but skin tight clothes that could not hide a body made for sin. 

 

[MF,fm] Julie and the kids [not much sex, but voy., mast. and ‘sextortion’] Part 3

I ordered the smoke detectors with integrated wifi spy cameras the next day. It’s something I had seen online before, but never had a use for…until now. I ended up getting four of them, one each for my bedroom, the guestroom where all three were staying, as well as the bathroom, plus one extra in case I found another use for it.

I paid the extra $29 for express shipping, even though I might not have time to install them until the weekend. Things at work were pretty busy, not leaving me much free time during the day to start installing these things.

We got into somewhat of a routine over the next two days. Julie got the kids ready for school, and we all went in my car to drop them off, and later to pick them up. She and I were home during the day, but because I was busy with actual work, she just loafed around watching TV with nothing else to do.

Julie’s did get called in for one shift in the evening. The kids would be home with me “babysitting” them. I said it was fine, that she needed the money. I even let her use my car that night so she wouldn’t have to figure out how to get back at midnight via cab or bus.

A Brief Night’s Disruption

I wake up from the sensation of a snake coiling itself around my right wrist. It slowly circles once, then twice, and begins to constrict. I panic and reach out with my left arm to grab it, but find my arm restrained. I can feel something wrapped around my wrist, and whatever it is, it is firmly anchored to what I can only assume is the bedpost.

In my moment of confusion, my right wrist is yanked, hard, and bound. Now both my arms are restrained.

From in the dark, at the foot of the bed, I can hear something shifting. There is the light snapping sound of elastic hitting skin. The bedsheet is slowly pulled from my body, exposing my chest, my abdomen, my groin.

Something begins to crawl onto the bed and up my legs and settles just above my penis. Heavy breathes blow hot air on me, causing me to quickly engorge.

First there is a light flick, a quick darting of something wet and warm against the tip. Then I am engulfed, hot saliva against my fully erect penis sending shivers along my body, heating me.

First [t]i[m]e with a ladyboy…

So a little background… I’ve had some fantasized of hooking up with couples and participating for several years now. I had started to think it would be hot to participate with both, sucking a cock with fresh kissy juice dripping off and seeing what it would feel like to take a dick in my mouth.

Sad to say this hasn’t happened and I never thought I would find myself one on one with a cock until I visited Thailand. Those girls had me so intrigued with the beauty paired with a nice cock and I saw my fantasies widening to include some of these beautiful trannies you find in Asia.. I live in SE asia and travelled to Bangkok several times and my curiosity grew.

Fast forward to last week and I was on my way through Tokyo and had some free time and scrolled through local wechat and found a good looking girl with a very nice cock and we exchanged messages. I was hesitant and told her as much since it was my first time and she told me she would be gentle and was reassuring.

[MT] Some kinky cum swapping & frozen loads w/my college trans-girlfriend Meg. [kink]

You guys gave me such good feedback on my first post, so I thought I’d post one more. It’s a bit kinkier than last time, but what the hell.

So I dated a transwoman in college named Meg, and as I mentioned in the last story, and our first time doing anything sexual together, we 69’d, came in each other’s mouths, and cum swapped our loads.

We quickly got pretty nasty, trying basically everything there was to do. We took turns fucking each other, giving each other handjobs in a public park, blowjobs in a public bathroom, and because neither of us are that big, we started using butt plugs sometimes. Whenever I think back to it, it’s a little surprising to me how quickly I went from 0 to 100. I had only had one sexual encounter with a cisgirl – just vanilla PIV, and now here I was, basically sucking the cum out of Meg’s dick every time we fooled around. We actually both came in each other’s mouths almost every time we messed around. Maybe because it was such a special part of our first time together, we both grew sort of addicted to it.

[F]inal surprise [T]o End my School Year

About me: Im 5’9, long black hair, green eyes, curvy athletic Brazilian body, thick round ass, 34dd tits, and a landing strip.

So about a month ago to celebrate my exams being finished I attended a party at a fraternity on campus. I went out wearing a probably-too-short tshirt dress and a pair of sneakers with nothing underneath. With me leaving in a day I decided I would cut loose a little and try to find someone for the night. And as I hung around I saw this stunning girl. She must have been at least 6’1 but she had an amazing body, nice long legs legs, nice tits, and a very round very jiggly ass.

I went over and introduced myself to her and started chatting her up. We immediately hit it off and started laughing over a couple of drinks, sharing stories. The more we drank, the dirtier the stories got until I was telling her stuff that I typically only tell strangers online. After having to pretend like I was soaking wet I decided enough was enough and suggested we find somewhere quieter.

The Orcs’ Game [MM] [sadism] [Trans]

The misty morning air washed like rushing water over my nakedness as I sprinted madly through the wood, my heavy metal boots clanking with every step. I had been given no covering but the boots, and a series of bold red streaks of warpaint, to cover my shame, and I stood out like a virgin in a whorehouse. What was more, I was dreadfully tired. My captors had kept me up all the previous night in preparation for this day; the memories of their pleasure flooded back all at once, and I shuddered at the thought of what would befall me if I was caught.

My chest heaved with effort, and I staggered badly as my feet struck the rocks that littered the forest floor. Swearing silently, I picked up the pace, praying to every god and friendly spirit I knew of. The red paint that covered my body set like a bonfire against the green of the woods; I tried desperately to scrub it away, but try as I might it did not even smudge. Some profane alchemical concoction, or a spell of some kind, but it did not matter; the boots themselves, which were locked to my feet by a heavy iron padlock, and which were designed with tall thick heels that forced me up onto my toes like a deer, made enough noise to rouse an army of dead. Either contraption would be a curse on its own, but together they destroyed any hope of stealth. If I could only reach the edge of the forest, I might find a friendly settlement, might yet escape my fate. If I could only-

Subject 962 – Part2 [M] [BDSM] [Torture] [slave]

I decided to continue on the story of this post: https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/6f924o/subject_962_my_first_writing_m_bdsm_torture_slave/
Here is part2 and more will come, please let me know what you think.

I am suddenly awaken as I hear the door open, a woman enters with a tray and puts it on the floor near me.

-Here, you must be hungry after all those experiments.

I was so exhausted that I fell asleep even with those things still on me, the exhaustion won and I was sleeping, but for how long?

-What is that?

-Oh sorry it’s not exactly food, it’s a sort of protein shake, you see we have to properly control the vitamins and proteins you ingest so the results are more accurate.

-I just want these things off me. I want to leave.

-You can’t we are not done yet, now drink you will need it.

-No, I would rather starve.

-If you don’t we will have to force you to.

Sticky Situation [M][fantasy] [bst] [anal] [nc]

You feel your cock begin to harden at just the thought of it. Standing on the rough surface of the beach, half sand and half mud. The aquamarine waves of the lake stretching out in front of you, slightly more viscous than normal water. The unnatural waves were a subtle indicator of the creatures that flowed beneath the surface. Goo beings, with bodies of living slime. You had always been fascinated by the stories, and now it was time to enjoy the experience firsthand. Today you were going to catch yourself a goo girl.

 

Despite the building urgency, you took your time and carefully prepared. You couldn’t afford to waste this chance. It wasn’t easy, but you tried to steady your hands as you began to empty your backpack of essential equipment.

 

Most of the space within the pack was occupied by a fine spider silk web. You were counting on it serving as an ideal net, the hydrophobic material cutting through the water easily while still ensnaring the body of one of the goo creatures. Around the edge of the net, sturdy chains were clipped on so that you could cast the net out and easily retrieve it. Finally, you gingerly withdrew the flask made of crystalline glass. The thick white fluid within had cost a fortune, but it was about to be worth it.