In the middle [Bi] [FMM] [Anal] [Reluc] [Fdom] [Msub] [Mdom] [first person]

I’m in a room, I don’t know where it is, could be a hotel, could be somebody’s house, all I know is that it isn’t my place. There’s a bed against one wall and an armchair facing it but there’s also a mat on the floor and I realise that the room is very much used for one thing only, and that thing isn’t sleeping. The door opens behind me but I’m not allowed to turn to see who it is because She’d punish me if I did.Her voice both puts me at ease and inspires fear in me simultaneously.

“Jazz, I’m glad you’re more with it now. I’ve brought a friend here to help me to teach you a lesson because you’re such a quick study.” Her hands run between my legs from behind as I remain as still as possible on all fours. My cock starts to stiffen due to a combination of the tone of her voice and her touch and it’s then that I feel her slip something over the head and fasten it behind my balls. She obviously needs me hard for something. She walks into view and I see another pair of legs beside hers they could be anybody’s legs, but I know they’re not female from the way he stands.

[fm] Bullying and emotional/sexual rescue/nursing, [reluc] witnessing [Bullying] light [huml] light [Msub][Vanilla]

I was no snob in school. Despite being beautiful, meaning I had some lucky genes, I still hung out with a rag-tag group of retards. Just nerdy, strange, people. People who didn’t exactly fit it. Mostly because a lot of them were androgynous or gay/trans, also because they played games, watched anime, the typical considered geeky stuff. So I wasn’t by any means the top of the social food chain. Though even my friends considered me out of place among them. Having come from an extremely wealthy family I dressed well, was white, female, straight teeth, great vision, couldn’t gain an ounce of fat even when I tried. Like I said not stunning but rather lucky genetically. Enough to feel like an outsider in my insecure group of dorks. Also weird enough mentally and emotionally to feel like an outsider among the preppy rich kids.

No where was right for me. Trying to fit in I held a lot of thoughts and emotions back. About life, depression, sadness, I was very angst ridden for a while.

The Practice (Hannah 2) [FF, reluc]

Hannah was exhausted and hungry. The trip had been perfectly pleasant as such things went, but hopping across time zones messed with her head.

The invitation — if you could call it that — had come only a week ago. It was printed in a simple font and said, “Your presence is required for one week. Follow the enclosed itinerary; arrangements have been made with your school. Pack light.” Invitations generally “invited” rather than “required”, but it was from Dr. Wilcox. He expected obedience, and Hannah gave it. Mostly. Well, she was working on it.

The first class flight to the coast was uneventful. The man next to her tried to strike up a conversation, but she deflected him and focused on her book: re-reading “The Lord of the Rings”. When she landed she was ushered to a small terminal, onto the tarmac, and into a small jet that would take her to her final destination. The plane was empty except for the female pilot, early thirties, blonde, blue eyes, who smiled as she helped Hannah board with her small bag.

“I’m Michelle,” she said. “You can call me Shelly if you want. Or Michelle. We’re waiting for one more girl.”

[mf] [inc] daddy’s discipline

“Mm I understand Mr Harris,” I said with a sigh. I was at my daughters high school, doing a pt interview with her math teacher. Apparently, she wasn’t doing very well.

“I’m just concerned about Britney’s graduation status,” Mr Harris said. “At this rate I’m not even sure if she’ll pass this course.”

I breathed another sigh. My daughter was a senior with college acceptances already in her back pocket. But since then senioritis had gotten the best of her and now she was barely passing.

“I recommend her to do this package. The content isn’t hard, it just requires practice and some discipline,” Mr Harris said. “Thanks for coming by again.”

I shook his hand and left the room. Discipline, I thought to myself.

I walked out to the car, where Britney was waiting for me. She was style in her cheerleader outfit from practice. It accentuated every curve on her. She inherited all the best traits of her mom. She had ample, perky breasts, a small waist and an average sized ass. Her outfit hid nothing.

The Practice (Hannah 1) [Str8, MF, Fsub, Mdom, oral, huml, reluc, sm] (x-posted to /r/sexystories)

Hannah was angry and nervous, but mostly angry. She had expected to be out from under her parents’ thumbs when she moved away for college, but here she was, waiting to see some “therapist” named Dr. Wilcox. As if she needed therapy… Her parents were so over protective!

“You can go on in,” the receptionist finally told her, and she huffed up from the couch and opened the door to the inner office; a burst of warm, moist air brushed her face. She passed through an odd foyer immediately beyond the door. There was a small bathroom and shower, towels, toiletries, and a few empty shelves. Weird.

She opened another door and stepped into a large corner room with wood paneling on two walls lined with built-in bookshelves; the other two walls were huge windows overlooking the college campus from 20 stories up. The floor was covered with thick, soft carpet, and a raised platform like a stage filled the corner against the windows.

“Do you like the view?”, a man asked in a deep voice that startled Hannah, distracted as she was. Before she could answer, the man continued speaking, staring straight at her, “I do not.”

I fucked my best friends boyfriend

Hey all, i’ve been a redditor for a while and i’ve decided to actually sign up and tell you a sex story that has been leaving me feeling a bit guilty, but at the same time extremely satisfied.

So, i’ll give you a brief rundown first: I am currently in university studying photography and I live with two other girls from the same course, one being my best friend from primary school. My best friend, Nicole, has been with her boyfriend for 3 years. We frequently share our sexual experiences, Nicole being the most open about what she enjoys. Her bedroom is right next to mine and whenever her boyfriend, Paul, stays the night I can look forward to hearing them fucking. She brags a lot about the size of his cock (just shy of 8 inches) and says that he produces lots of cum. I’ve always found Paul attractive, and I often masturbate when I hear the two of them fucking. It was just one of those things where I’d fantasise and masturbate about him every now and again but was totally off limits because he’s dating my best friend. That all changed around 2 months ago.

Sweet Girlfriend becomes Cruise Ship Slut

I still remember that first time I caught her smiling. Effervescent and pure, sitting on the clothed seat at the terminal. Her slim body in a tight blue tank and khaki shorts, she turned to me while I was talking to my friend trying to spot any other students heading to Italy to study abroad, “So you’re on this trip too? I’m Ariel.” Her bright blue eyes locking with mine as I returned the smile and introduced myself. Her sweet voice tickled something inside me, immediately putting me under her spell.

I was powerless to resist, even as I met beautiful curvy Maria and later the sexy Francesca with her flowery tongue with words that made me blush. Still it was Ariel I pursued. At first willing and heated with desire, but always pulling away before we could reach any satisfaction. Passionate kisses on balconies overlooking the Mediterranean, holding her dancer’s body to mine as the repressive heat of the day cooled slightly but not enough to cool my blood.
Relentless, the harder I pursued the more she proved capable of resisting. Like none I’d encountered before. Pulling up just as my need would throb, her chest rising and falling with deep breaths. Fair skinned cheeks pink, nipples of her pert if small tits showing through her tight fitting tanks the caress of the salty evening breeze across our skin – yet even then she would find some way to disengage.

Desperate for Good Grades

So I’m female and currently 23 but this happened when I was 17.

So it was my senior year of highschool, everything was going well for the most part in the way of school, sports, and friends. But towards the very end of the year, I really started to focus more on sports and my grades started to slip. I quickly found myself at the end of the qaurter with one assignment left to bring my grade up in the one class that needed it. Sadly this assignment was an essay and I really did not feel like writing one.

So I talked to one kid in the class who had done my homework several times in the past. Usually it was just small things with the occasional proof reading of something. But this time I was desperate and I need him to write the whole thing. So I asked him for help and he said no. I was pretty surprised since it had never happened before but I had to respect his choice, to an extent.

Grad school: Sex with a professor from another university [m/f]

Some of you might remember me. I posted under a different ironman name up until recently. I deleted my account, because it got hacked. Some of the stories I posted over the last couple of years are gone forever from reddit, so I figured I would come back and start posting some old ones to make sure they aren’t lost. I will post new stories as well when I have a chance. (New stories will come I promise). Here is an old one. Hope you enjoy:

***Like I’ve said in previous posts. I figured it would be fun to go back to my promiscuous (man-whore) days and recall some of the stories from back then. I’m generally considered a good-looking guy (used to model, 6’3”, dark hair, blue eyes, swimmers build, workout regularly), so that enabled me to have quite a fun sex life. These stories are 100% true and not embellished in any way. I think that a straight honest story even if not as exciting at times is a bigger turn on, so that is what I will continue to try to give.***

Coerced curiosity – Part I [mm] [Gay anal reluctant cum]

(This is the first time I’ve ever written a gay scene. Any comments/criticisms would be welcome. It’s set in the showers of a dorm building.)

I was in the shower, just trying to wash off the hiking grime. I had hoped that the Friday night drinking would get rid of my lust for her, but it didn’t, nor did the hangover, nor did the all-day hike, nor would whatever nonsense drinking was to come. Maybe it was time for something that would at least it the edge off – masturbation. So, hot water running over me I took it in hand and began to tease myself, getting half-hard. I was getting inattentive, caught up in the sensations (it had been over a week…) when one of other guys from our floor, D, came in. He obviously knew what had been happening (the showers were little, not-so-private stalls, like a locker room) and I felt myself shrink under his gaze. He got in to the shower next to me, letting his towel drop and expose him just before. We had all wondered about him, bringing home strange men late at night and always being a little over-friendly with us….