The good assistant [ MFM, anal, Fsub, oral, reluc, voy ]

I am using the company internet connection to research a paper. I see you leave your office and head for the bathroom. Movement makes you turn your head as you pass my cubicle.
“Hey, what are you still doing here?” you find yourself stopping to say. “Just catching up on a few things. Can I get you anything, sir?”
“Oh. Yes. Would you please start the coffee drip? It looks like I am going to be here a while. I’ll take it in my office when it’s ready.”
“Certainly, sir.” I don’t know why I’m extra polite to you. It just sounds so right to address you respectfully. I find myself irrationally wanting to please you. Anyone else I’d stall and say screw you. It’s 10 pm, fucker, but for you, I put my heels back on and rush into the kitchen. As the coffee brews, I straighten my skirt, and the seams of my stockings, pull my hair back and unbutton so my camisole clad breast is plainly exposed. I pour you a cup and fix it the way you like, just a little cream to cool it off and carry it in to you on a saucer.
I stop in your doorway; you’re on the phone. You pretend to not notice me there for a minute, my legs shifting in the heels after a long day, my hips leaning from side to side. Without ever looking directly at me, you wave me in. Still on the phone you tap the desk where I am to place the coffee. You are really something else, but I do as I am told. I lean forward and I realize the view is completely scandalous. Lace isn’t part of the dress code here, your eyebrow seems to say. As you hang up the phone I straighten up and ask,
“Will, that be all?” You stand up and come around the desk to where I am standing, sort of back me into it, so my tush is pressed against the edge. You touch my cheek and say that no, that’s not all. Without any warning, I realize you’re undoing the rest of my buttons, and pulling my shirt back over my shoulders. I’m breathing so hard, looking at you looking at my breasts. You tilt my chin up to look at you and I feel my knees shake. I wasn’t expecting this. I had only flirted with fantasies before this moment.
You kiss my neck and touch my skin, sliding spaghetti straps down my arms. I’m mewing when one of the other suits walks in. He’s holding files but says nothing, just gapes at me standing between you and the desk, my nipples slightly exposed, my shirt still tucked in and pushed so far down my arms it’s holding them back. I suddenly get shy and press myself against you. He starts to apologize and backs out the door but you tell him to stay, at which point I am confused and somewhat scared.
“What do you want me to do?” I ask as I look at you naively. “Everything.”
You push me back so you and your colleague can see me again. You pull my undershirt down so my breasts fall out completely. The other man enters the room completely and shuts the door, locking it. You walk me over to the floor to ceiling windows overlooking the rest of Manhattan’s money and facing me forward, looking out, you undress me slowly rubbing my skin as you take each piece of clothing off. You pull my skirt down and I step out of it. You touch the naked part of my ass in the garters and slide your finger around below my waist. You can’t believe I came to work without panties on. Just stockings. You whisper how I’ve been bad, so bad to wear something like that. You leave me standing there in the bright light of your office, almost naked, visible to hundreds of New York windows, and I can’t move. I am grounded there, slightly spread eagle, face turned away blushing. Only you have this hold on me, sir.

[MF] My cheating fiancé and how we almost broke up but instead…

A little over a year ago, my fiancé and I had been engaged for a few months and things were not going great, bedroom-wise. When we first got together, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other, even if we were staying at her parents place, she would be naked on all fours on the ground in the guest room and I would be fucking her as quietly as I could as often as I could. She liked being naughty and liked it when I licked her ass and called her a bad girl… it was great…

After about six months from then things got kinda vanilla… she seemed to want to have sex less and I seemed to want to have sex less too…
I snooped on her computer and she was into almost exclusively lesbian stuff… which threw me off because she is all about the dick…. so anyway things were kind of rocky, we weren’t talking and were fighting a lot… our bedroom had sort of been dead- other than a few attempts at maintenance sex…. we got into this one bad fight this afternoon and I by the end of it, I left to stay at my sisters house for the night. It was a pretty bad fight, my sister was talking to me and she convinced me to go back over and not let wound get bigger, but to just apologize and just tell her I love her and stuff like that…

Chained and Spanked Mother, Ch. 8 [inc, M/s, BDSM, slow, mdom, spank, rough, oral]

Chained and Spanked Mother, ​ by DiscipleN ​ ​

. . . a fan prequel to Kathy Andrews’ 1984, raunchy novel, “Chained and Spanked Sister” . . . ​ ​
​ ​

Chapter 8

Tommy grabbed his prick and fought its urge to leap into his mother’s spread slit. What if she was dry? He would have to make her wet, somehow. Licking her pussy, like Robert had, wasn’t his style. He tested her hairy vulva with the tip of his desperate cock. He found moisture there, but maybe not enough. Sliding it up and down he found her inner hole quickly. Fucking from behind must be easier than his brother’s way. Tommy grinned for being smarter. Again, he felt wetness in the resisting entrance to his mother’s womb. At that point, his cock and brain were so hot, he no longer cared. He bucked his prick into the damp hole.

His mother shouted with all her voice. “AAAAAAAA!!!!” It’s too dry, Tommy!” The prick lodged halfway in her cunt.

Holiday [FFM]

It was the first holiday in ages I had been too and it was one of the most memorable ones. FFM has always been a fantasy of mine, I guess every guy would say the same.

I went along with my girlfriend and a couple who happen to be our very close friends. We have known them for years and we were pretty close. So let’s call my girlfriend “S”, my friend “R” and his girlfriend “C”.

R happens to be an andreline junkie so decided to head off to bed earlier ( thank you ) while S C and me carried on drinking in our room. Now my girlfriend S she likes to experiment with other girls, she loves sex in any form and she is always dtf. C is quite similar and like to explore more of this and I just happen to be there.

[MF] Fucked by a married guy in his car at his house

The other day my friends and I went out to a club. All of my friends that went had intentions of getting with a guy that night as we are all single. We dressed accordingly and I dress the most provocatively of our group. I was wearing torn jeans with boots on. My shirt was the part that was showing off. I’m not sure you can even call it a shirt it was basically just fabric to cover my boobs. It was black and top and it showed a lot of underboob, something I had never done before and I loved it.

As soon as we all got the club I certainly had some options on who I was gonna hook up with. I was grinding and flirting with a lot of different guys and definitely getting a lot of guys staring at my tits, I was having so much fun. One guy really stood out to me. He was much older than me and extremely attractive and tall but really was just there relaxing and having some drinks. I walked over to him at his table and started a conversation with him. He was having a night out with some good friends. I started to flirt with him a bit but he immediately told me he was married, I knew if I wanted him it would take some seducing.

Fucking my friend [MF]

Not one of my proudest moments but certainly one of my favourite spankbank entries. Those interested can skip to “Her place” for the action. She was 21, 5’4”, with an athletic build, small B cup breasts, pert rear and with a cute face and smile framed by shoulder length, light brown hair. I was 22, 6’3 and a slim / fit 185 lbs with brown hair, fair skin with a penis I would describe as average in length but above average in thickness with a slight upward bend.

Background

Ellie and I were part both part of the same intake of law school. It was a close knit cohort and I had formed a small friendship group that contained another guy (David), Ellie and 2 other girls (Cate and Naomi) as well as a few other fringe members. This was in the second year so we had known each other for about 18 months. Law school had frequent, big parties and the following story occurred on the night of one such party.

Mom and the Police Officer P1 [MF] [MDom] [Humiliation] [Public] [Incest]

WARNING

THIS IS GRAPHIC MATERIAL MEANT FOR AGES 18 AND ABOVE. CONTAINS FETISHES: STRIP SEARCH, BLACKMAIL, INCEST, NON-CON, FORCED TO STRIP, FORCED EXHIBITIONISM, HUMILIATION, EMBARRASSMENT, ABUSE OF AUTHORITY.  ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+

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**Ch.1**

***Bill***

There isn’t much to my life except the plans. That’s what we call them and this isn’t our first one. My partner and I have been doing this for years. Most often we only taken advantage of the girls for a few weeks. No point in risking our day jobs when we can just find a new lady to pull over.

Mothers are our favorite. They have a lot to lose. We like to find the ones who are active in their community; social programs, girl scouts, and the like. Research is half of the game. We call it a “plan” for a reason. It’s incredible what these woman are willing to do when you threaten to upset their perfect little world. Hell — we usually don’t have to even find anything on them. Sometimes just the gossip that they went to the police station — even if it was only for questioning — is enough.

Hanna, Family Secrets, pt 10 [M/s] [m/F] [incest]

This is it, Don thought, settling on the couch. He had been home from his trip for two days and his wife Hanna was out grocery shopping, and his son Pete was at work. He had gone to the garage while still in his pajamas after they had all had breakfast together and retrieved the tablet from the locked cabinet for the security system.

“Time to get to the bottom of this,” he said aloud, recalling the odd way his family had been acting since he returned from his business trip.

His wife and son weren’t exactly acting odd, but certainly different from what had become their “norm.” Hanna, who had been depressed and mercurial, was joyful, carefree and rather, let’s say, amorous. They had been intimate each night since he got back, including the first night. He was exhausted from being on the road all day, but when he’d rolled over to go to sleep, Hanna had snuggled up to him before his eyes were even shut. Though he was wiped, she brought him to life with lively hands, seductive body language and insistent lips. Her hungry mouth against his lips and later, under the covers, lit a fire in him and their love-making session was one of the most memorable he could recall. And it happened twice more!

The Red Lock Hostel Part 1 [Str8, Ghost, fantasy, reluc, mast, anal]

The Red Lock Hostel just opened the weekend I came to Tucson. It’s located pretty out of the way from the main part of town, but still accessible by bus. The hostel took my breath away when I approached and saw it was a recently restored two-story Victorian mansion with a tower. Once checked-in, the Host put on a cheesy grin and informed me that the hostel was haunted and to please stay clear of the door to the tower, which I would recognize from the red lock fastened to it. As a mischievous grin spread across his pale face, he slipped me a piece of paper with his phone number on it and said, “Don’t hesitate to call if you need…assistance.” His eyes drifted downward, following my shape.

I blushed compulsively and felt blood rush to certain parts of my body in a way that was only natural. The primal reaction quickly returned to sensibility; I was of half a mind to take my business elsewhere, but I merely glowered and made a note to crucify the Host in my online review of the hostel.

Brightthorn Ch1. Captured by a Witch[MF][Fdom][fantasy][oral][reluc]

“You really are a bother, you know that?” she murmured. The witch glanced back over her shoulder at him. Her hand was in front of her, lightly tapping along a series of jars and pouches searching through them. “Everything would have been much simpler and gone so much easier if you adventurers just kept to yourself.”

From across the room, Leoric glared at her. “Do you really think you kidnapping and murdering women from Fendrel would go unnoticed? And I take being a pain in the ass to monsters like you a compliment.” His cockiness returned slightly towards the end. It rang hollow though, things weren’t looking good for him. Leoric had found himself in plenty of troublesome circumstances before, but this was up there for the worst, right next to the time he had fallen into the crypt with the ghouls. “You still have time to make this easy, Yenel and Winry will be here any moment, we already found you once, how long do you think it will take to find you again?”