More than bargained for [MF] Cheating

One day she messages me and tells me her house will be empty and she wants me to be there when she gets home from the bar.

Of course, I’m so into it so I head over when she texts me that they will be home soon. I’m completely naked and she messages me that she won’t be alone at the the last moment. I run to her room and wait in her bed. I hear voices. She comes to her room alone as I am naked in her bed.

She quickly pulls the covers and sucks me until hard (a matter of seconds) and then motions to follow her. She stops me in a room with a view of her family room. I can see two people in there from where she motions I sit.
She goes back to the family room with whom I recognize is her best friend (a hot slim woman in her mid-30’s at his point, married with no kids) and some young guys her friend is making out with. Mary goes in and takes charge by stripping naked and making each of them join her. Of course, the guy is quick to join. Her reluctant friend joins the nudity as well. I am stroking myslef in a room off to the side. My heart is racing.

The things that I want [F][anal][bd][bdsm][blkmail][bst][buk][cuck][drugs][exh][Fdom][fist][Fsub][huml][mast][nc][oral][prost][reluc][voy][sm][public][freeuse]

I want to be fucked on a park bench.

I want to feel two fists inside me.

I want to be on a leash. I want the leash to clip to my clit piercing.

I want to get choked while I’m being fucked in the ass.

I want to be fucked to an emotional wreck.

I want to be made so wet it drips down my thighs walking around.

I want to feel cum drip down my thighs.

I want to be a 24/7 live-in sub.

I want to know how big of a buttplug I can take.

I want to have all 3 holes abused at the same time.

I want to feel your cum pumping down my throat.

I want to cum so hard it makes me pass out. Every day.

I want to be passed around so many guys I lose count.

I want to my ass gaped.

I want to be a sex-doll.

I want to blow you at the movies.

I want to masturbate over and over again until my body is limp.

Fraternising with the enemy [Part 1] | [Fantasy]

This is a bit different from my usual writing, and was a response to a prompt in r/dirtywritingprompts but I quite enjoyed it, not sure if I’ll do a part two but I hope you enjoy:

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War had ragged ever since he could remember, since long before he was a boy. His father, King Aredus, had been a great conqueror. His armies had swept over the land of man like the light of daybreak at dawn, destroying all in their path, building a newer, stronger world. That was a long time ago. Now the king was but an old man, beaten, defeated by an enemy he could but barely imagine, much less contain.

Once the armies of Aredus has taken more than they should, more than any should, they had upset the balance of power in the world. As his mighty empire had become greedy, ripping all from each people it conquered, leaving them in ruin, a hidden world had stirred, an ancient power thought to be the stuff of rumor, a whispers of legend so fragile, and yet shrouded in such fear and mystery, that to even speak of it seemed an invitation to the gods.

I’ll Steal Your Honey Like I Stole Your Bike [Str8] [reluc]

“I have a boyfriend,” she said when I put my hands on her tits and groped her over her shirt.

She kept kissing me, as I felt those globes I’d been staring at pictures of for so long, as she teased me on email, feeling the nipples rise up to meet my palms between two layers of fabric.

She kept kissing me as I pulled her t-shirt up and put my hands behind her back to unhook her bra.

“Seriously, I have a boyfriend,” she pulled back to say sternly, as I pushed the wire up over her tits, dragging them across the nipples, which sprung out further, my fingers digging into the soft skin above the nipples and closing around it.

I covered her mouth with mine before she could say it again.

Slight moaning coming from her mouth as I toyed with her nipple. I pulled her shirt off over her head to the most cursory of protests. Her breasts warm to the touch as I lifted one to my mouth, then the other, her head back, allowing me to bite and suck and lick them all over.

The Three Domme Night: Part 2[FM][Fdom][reluc][anal][huml]

Esme wore a Black leather bra with silver studs lining the upper rims and straps. Two thin silver chains hung down over the cups of the bra and her purple pendant dangled down between her breasts. Her curvaceous body was pale and her milky skin was flawless. Her black satin panties were all but covered by the leather harness strapped tightly around her hips. Protruding from the front of the harness was a ten inch long, black silicone dildo. I stared at it in horror. The intimidating length, the frightening girth, the veins surrounding the firm but pliable surface.

I sat, naked and quaking, still on the hard floor where Cami had left me. My heart pounded in my chest like a jackhammer and I couldn’t pull my gaze away from this monstrosity. Cami had joined Ciarra against the far wall now and Esme took her place on the chair in front of me. She sat comfortably, legs spread, slouching, her hands resting on her thick, creamy thighs.

“You like what you see, my pretty little slave girl?” Esme snickered as I cowered in the corner. “Get that sweet ass over here and kneel in front of Mama.”

[MF] Head from Housekeeping

I’ve worked the front desk at a hotel for the past few years. The housekeepers are predominantly Mexican. One maid, who we’ll call Maria, is in her mid 40’s but still cute. Doesn’t speak a lick of English except “Yes, no, please or thank you.” Literally the only four English words I’ve heard her speak. She’s short, thick in the right places, and has a lovely ass that is put on display every time she walks by pushing her housekeeping cart. I am 6’0″, 26 years old, in good shape and like to think I’m handsome enough.

All the maids and I have a great relationship, and they like to poke fun at my broken and bumbled Spanish whenever I try to converse with them. They also speak Spanish rapidly and giggle like schoolgirls whenever I enter and then leave a room. I assume most of it is innocuous stuff and probably done more for entertainment than actual sexual commentary. The housekeeping manager, however, has told me numerous times that Maria’s remarks are quite…graphic. She jokingly told me that she couldn’t repeat what was said or else she’d have to go to Confession for simply repeating it.

[FM] I lured a 39 year-old virgin from another country so I could take his virginity at a sex club… on his birthday

His side of the story is [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/VirginityExchange/comments/avlrbw/39_m4f_seattletoronto_successgo_big_or_go_home/)

What happens when you take the following:

– Sex at a sex club in Toronto

– A Redditor who flew in from Seattle to meet me

– Said Redditor was 39M and a virgin

– I stayed at his hotel with him two nights in a row

– We had tons of fun, great chemistry and great sex

Each one of these things may or may not be exceptional in and of themselves. But for them to happen all together at once? I dunno if I’d believe it either.

The story begins when I saw his r/VirginityExchange [post](https://www.reddit.com/r/VirginityExchange/comments/9r346z/38_m4f_seattle_area_wa_i_guess_ive_got_nothing_to/) in November. (I’ll call him Lewis, and myself, Nico.) Every now and again I’ll go and see who’s there – I was also a late bloomer, struggled with sexuality and the concept of virginity (psst… it’s a bullshit social construct), so, I sympathize. I really liked his post – it was funny, had personality and soul, and I felt like I got a good sense of him (that initial impression stayed consistent throughout our PMs, texts, video chats and eventual meet up). What the heck, I thought, I’ll just message him. I said something like, “You sound awesome. Thanks for the laughs. Too bad we’re not in the same city. If you’re ever in Toronto, PM me. I’d love to create a great sex-positive experience with you.” And with that, began our correspondence. I really didn’t think anything would happen. He was a five-hour flight away!

Tandem writing challenge

I thought of a creative challenge.
I start on the story and two users continue to write parts in that line of comments. It keeps going back an forth between two users.

Different storylines for different users/comment threads are possible.

Premise:
“So, about my life.

I grew up in a small town in Europe. You might think I have no insecurities as a fashion model, but you couldn’t be more wrong. I’ve always been a very shy girl and it made it difficult to make friends. I ended up doing some modelling jobs, which became my full-time job.

It’s fun to do, and I get to see a lot of places around the world. The only problem with it is that I’m away from home often. I never even had a boyfriend because of it.

When I recieved an email about this job, I was reluctant at first. Normally I only get offers through my agency. But the amount of money offered was shocking. I took the job and went to this place. I wonder where to go for my shoot and the things that await me in this country.”

The Servant Part 1 [F,M]

The Servant Part 1

Warning: This Story contains Foot Fetish Based Scenes, Female Domination, Nudity, BDSM Play.

Prologue

Well, Well, Well it looks like someone is getting excited from massaging my feet. They are sweaty and ripe but you do not mind, I can see sweat and liquid all over my soles, arches and orange painted toes. Aaron do you enjoy when I talk to you like this. The information from your friend Amelia confirms this and your browser history. You love those foot fetish videos especially the domination based on. Now I want to see all of you in the flesh drop those clothes!!!!! Aaron reluctant at first to drop his clothes, He released being a Servant is far harder than expected, was it worth enrolling at this university. Don’t forget Aaron you are the house’s servant which makes you my servant AKA my male play toy you want to stay in this prestigious establishment than do as I say.

Her best Her [MF]

“Dr. Bloom will see you now, Ana.” The nurse is cute. A bit thin, but tall and athletic. Ana idly wonders if she is fucking the doctor, isn’t that the cliche? Ana is a cynic and a skeptic, and she knows she is being unfair to this woman she’d barely met, and to the doctor.

Dr. Bloom has a great reputation among Ana’s closest friends. Lisa came home from his office, and after those first two visits she hadn’t touched a cigarette again. She was a changed woman. Lisa was positively glowing under Bloom’s care, and all she could tell Ana was “it’s really life changing, what he does.” She said it almost dreamily, like she was remembering … something.

Lisa was a bit of a flake, and Ana wouldn’t have given Dr. Bloom a second thought until Deb went to him. Deb was part of the friend group, but she was tough to be around. She took pride in “telling it like it is,” but that was just code. She was a bitch. She’d yell at anyone, and have fun doing it. She yelled at a police officer over a month ago, poking him in the chest as she argued with him. She was sentenced to therapy in addition to a hefty fine. She chose therapy with Dr. Bloom. Deb was downright lovely the last two weeks, his treatment of her bad attitude and explosive temper was eerily effective. Just like with Lisa, whenever Ana asked how he did it, the answers were vague, and in Deb’s case accompanied by an uncharacteristic dopey smile.