[F] I’m obsessed with pegging

I’ve pegged 6 different guys now. They all take some level of convincing but eventually everyone agrees. Watching this big strong man turn into a cute little guy just sprawled out on my bed unable to speak or even think while he takes a strapon he insisted would be too big for him. I live for that shit.

And I am good. I mean really good. All of them give some silly ultimatum like “oh ok but if you get to peg me then I get to do anal too!” Guess what, nobody has ever wanted to do the anal afterwards. They just get the best orgasm of their life and can barely walk and then they can’t think about anything else and they come right back for more. I’m happy to give it to them too, any time and any place.

Then of course there’s the dude-bros that are like “oh yeah I never do this but you’re just so hot, I wouldn’t be doing this if you weren’t so attractive, it’s only because you’re hot” and it’s like uh huh yeah baby thank you now bend over so you can get rammed! Oh and guess what, they always come back again. And again. And every time they’re all ashamed but I make sure to go extra hard on them. Maybe I’ll fuck the shame right out of them and we can all be adults and admit how great it is.

True Wife story [F]

Hot story exposing my gorgeous wife

My wife is shy but much more daring on holiday. A few years ago we went to Croatia where we rented a boat captained by a young lad probably about 21.

We cruised to different islands and swam off the boat. Toward the end of the day we anchored off an island and I asked my wife to remove her top. At first she was reluctant because of the young captain but I guess she figured why not. She has real perky 34b tits and her nipples were rock hard from the cold water. She was half reclining on the front section on a cushioned seat directly in front of the driver,

The eyes of the young captain almost popped out of his head when he turned and saw her sunning without her top. She looked like a topless sun goddess lying right in front of him. He tried not to stare but could not help himself.

Knight of Desire – Part 5, The Wicked’s Requite [Futa on Futa] [Dark] [Rape] [Enslavement] [Degradation] [Paralysis] [Face Fuck] [Creampie]

Plot Summary: Sienna goes out at night to search for the catacomb’s entrance so that she can finally retrieve the Flame of Desire, a powerful artifact of her demonic mistress. On the way she encounters some guards raping a poor girl and decides to intervene. Using her magic she incapacitates them, kills one of them, and decides to take the other as her new pet. Sienna rapes, degrades, and enslaves the guard, and then takes her along to the catacombs.

Sienna character reference: [https://www.reddit.com/user/thunderwheat/comments/ujzqgk/updated_art_for_my_futanari_oc_sienna/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3](https://www.reddit.com/user/thunderwheat/comments/ujzqgk/updated_art_for_my_futanari_oc_sienna/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)

Above Average Content Warning: This part is pretty dark, containing rape, enslavement, extreme degradation, and someone getting executed (not snuff, don’t worry.) I just wanted to put it out there that while Sienna is the protagonist, she is not necessarily a good person. As always, I do not condone any real non-consensual acts, so be warned and enjoy!

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A lesbian gets groped (and then some) during a nap by a group of guys- she kinda likes it: [MMMMf] [Dubcon] [CNC] [assault] [anal] [sleep] [groping]

What a bitch.

That was the sentiment playing in Angela’s head as she went up to the pool deck on the roof of her condo building. She had just run into the President of the Homeowner’s association- Karen, because of course that was her name- in the elevator. Karen was much too reserved (repressed?) to show any direct disdain for Angela and her “lifestyle”, but did an excellent job getting her point across nonetheless. It started with an up and down assessment of Angela’s outfit; Karen’s prying eyes taking in every inch of her five-foot-something frame, stopping to linger at the ample cleavage spilling from her black and white bikini top. A distinct “tsk” escaped Karen’s pursed lips before she plastered on the fakest of smiles. “Angela, dear, how are you?” she sang, the very picture of propriety in her shapeless pantsuit. “I’m fine, Karen, how are you?” Angela replied, resisting the urge to roll her eyes at the charade. Angela knew how to play the game- pretending she didn’t know about Karen’s plight to block their condo application, not to mention her subsequent attempts to turn neighbours against them- all because she didn’t approve of their “lifestyle”-if she only knew. Luckily Angela and her partner Liane were likeable people, and the neighbours (along with everyone else on the planet) could see through Karen’s nonsense. Two of those neighbours, in fact, had become regular play partners in Angela and Liane’s open relationship- she wondered what Karen would think about that. Angela bit her tongue as Karen prattled on about who knows what, willing the elevator to speed up. At long last Karen got off on her floor, not before grasping Angela’s hand in some sort of white woman handshake. Angela wondered what Karen would say if she knew that Angela’s hand was inside her partner a couple of hours ago- and she hadn’t washed it.

A night at the museum [M/F]

He couldn’t fully explain why he had gone to the party. He had done some consulting for this company, mostly writing bogus copy for a campaign about “team partnership simulation” and “improved assessment experience.” He once had writerly ambitions, but now somehow he had fallen into this professional niche: the thinness of corporate babble. For every gig he aimed for parody and satire and each time his clients ate it up, maybe precisely because none of it made any sense. All capitalists are nihilists, he would think to himself—and then deposit the checks. Maybe it was the emptiness of this whole process that led to his attending the party, as if to punish himself for his unearned success.

He didn’t even know what the party was celebrating. It was being held at a midsize art museum—there were cocktails and snacks in the lobby and the company had rented out the place so that its employees could enrich themselves by looking at some art. Weren’t they rich enough already though? Most stayed in the lobby, laughing and drinking heavily. He could barely stand talking to anyone; the volume of his regret kept drowning everything out. Why not some art, he thought to himself as he slipped into the gallery.

The One That Got Away, Again! [MF]

The One That Got Away, Again.

This one went really really long, sorry but it’s a good tale of you can stick with it.

Back in my mid twenties I was working at a big box store over nights stocking dog food. Everyone else on my crew hates that job but it came with the best nights off to accommodate my second job of working in a bar DJing on the weekends. I didn’t mind the physical work and honestly it helped me drop a few pounds. (Not saying I got ripped… far freakin from it. I’m a big dude. Always have been and always will be.)

I somehow ended up matching break schedules with this very pretty reserved girl who worked in the office. She would come in on break and sit in the corner and read. Instant turn on for me. I have always loved nerdy girls, be it reading or comic books or just wearing glasses and playing with their hair.) Then one day, I was at break and she didn’t come in. Admittedly I was a little bummed out but what right do I have, he’ll I didn’t even know her name yet. As I was heading to the time clock to punch back in, we turned the corner at the same time.

How [M]y Onlyfans and Porn Addiction lead to the most intense blowjob of my life.

Hi everyone, first time sharing a story on here and I’m not much of a writer but here it goes. A bit about me, I’m 23, tall, skinny, awkward and have no game or confidence with woman. Lost my virginity couple years ago in a one off encounter and been a dry spell every since. Fell down the Onlyfans rabbit hole and embarrassed to say how much I spent on subscriptions, eventually came to my senses and cut it back before I went into debt.

So anyway enough about the sob story that is my life and onto the main story, work has me on location. Originally a two week job but like everything recently it has turned into a two month plus job, of course they move me from the decent hotel to more budget friendly location. I wouldn’t call it the ghetto but it wasn’t far off, you had to have your wits about you but I’ve seen worse.

The Curious Wife: Her First Big Cock

The Curious Wife: Chapter 1-Her First Big Cock
 
 
 

 
 
 
    It’s fun working with my best friend Cristina. We get to spend a lot of time together, talking about everything and anything. We also talk about NSFW topics, but I usually only listen to her about that. She is still single, only looking to have fun, nothing serious. While I’ve been married for over ten years. I’m happy with my husband, he always takes care of me and pleases me. He is a little kinky at times, but I love it, even though I pretend to not like some of the stuff he wants to try. I just want to keep my innocent wife title. Also hearing some of the stories my friend tells me, I’m glad I am married. She has a ton of drama, always some crazy guy, but she always talks about how great the sex is. I guess it’s good trade off for her.
  

The Voyeur, Part 1 of 3 [MF]

Dave was one of those guys who just commanded attention. Charisma, some might call it, or charm. Whatever it was, he grabbed the attention of just about every woman he spoke to. Friendly, gregarious, with a twinkle in his light hazel eyes and a light beard on his chiseled jaw, I could see women undress him with their eyes as he walked by. His smile could make your breath catch, disarming you in a fraction of a second.

“Such a great guy.”

“Did you know he coaches soccer?”

“All that and volunteering at the animal shelter?”

“His wife is so lucky.”

So lucky.

I don’t know precisely what made his gaze linger upon me that day. Perhaps it was my low-cut top, artfully displaying the cleft between my pale, heavy breasts. Or the skirt that I wore, riding up my thigh when I crossed my long legs. Or maybe he could just sense that underneath my soccer mom facade there lurked a cock-hungry slut. Whatever the motivation, I was thrilled to have been chosen. It started simply, asking me to bring the snack to practice, asking if I could have my kids stay to clean up. Then finally, he invited me to his office, under the pretense of needing an assistant coach.

[FM] Sleeping with the boss in my interview

Today marks the start of my 10th year at the same company and I wanted to share how I got the job.

I didn’t do well in college because I was spending my all time fucking guys at party. All my work experience was in waitressing at dumpy bars and “dancing”, along with a few summer internships. A former sugar daddy had a lead on a job with one of his friends and told me that I should apply. He gave me a full walkthrough of what his friend likes. The idea was that the friend knew he was recommending an office slut but didn’t know that he was going to tell me all his likes and preferences.

On the day of the interview, I went dressed like I’m going to star in a naughty office porn video. Heels, stockings, garter belt, pencil skirt, white silk shirt that’s see-thru enough to show the red lace bra I was wearing and a blazer. It was a demi-cup that has strappy detailing going from the bra strap to the gore, accentuating while highlighting my cleavage. I went with 2 buttons open but just before I went in, I undid 2 more and applied some menthol on the back of my knuckles.