Jack and Amy work at a summer camp the summer after graduating college. Chapter 9. Amy begins Molly’s anal training. [MFF 19+] [oral] [anal play][brat][first time lesbian]

Late on Sunday afternoon, Amy finally drove back into camp. Molly and I were hanging out, sitting on a picnic table near the parking lot when Amy pulled up. As Amy pulled in, Molly said, “Well, you’re safe now Jack. You’ve got you’re gf to protect you now.”

“Look, Puddles, lose the attitude…” as I hopped off the table to greet Amy.

Molly ran after me, “Did you tell Amy about that? Oh my god Jack, I hate that nickname.”

Amy and I had a long hug and kiss, as she exited the car. Molly was waiting impatiently and finally cleared her throat. Amy stopped kissing me and said, “Hello, Molly, were you good while I was gone?”

Molly hesitated and looked at me, then looked at Amy somewhat defiantly, “I think I was…”

I interrupted her, “She was not. She was an insufferable brat.”

“Jack…shut up. Anyway, Jack was a pretty good boy.” She said that second sentence in her exaggerated, condescending baby voice.

Amy held up the black choker, “Molly, Jack told me all about the weekend. It sounds like you still have quite an attitude there…”

Getting Banged By My Co-Worker …At Work

It’s weird how friendship works. What makes two people compatible?  I never could figure out why some people I vibed with, and others I could never really connect to. 

I had been working at the gym for what was probably a little under a year at this point,  when I met a dude named Jack. He was an interesting character for sure. Loved to laugh. And play jokes on people. He was one of our maintenance people. He fixed issues with the building and facilities as well as the equipment.  

I thought Jack was maddeningly attractive. Most people would describe him as very average. He was a bit of a nerd. Very skinny, yet his body was decently toned. His clothes never really seemed to fit him, always hanging just a bit loose. He was about my height at 5’11. But more than anything to me, he was a total goofball. He was so easy to be at ease with. I had also seen him randomly one day showering in the locker room, and I knew he had a big dick…and big balls.

Uncut. 

Dinner guest explodes for wife’s ass

The party was winding down, we had some friends over for some food and drink. My wife was smiling and talking with everyone, making sure they had full plates and cups. I did the same, talking to the husbands and friends of friends.

One guy, Jeremy, was an interesting guy. He came with my buddy and his wife because he was vising from out of state. He was in medical sales, and often had to travel but would stay a few nights in towns where he had friends. He and I hit it off, similar sense of humor. We exchanges stories from our youth and college days, travel tales, and the like.

Jeremy has been all over, but loves Latin America and sorta gave me a “wink” as he was referring to having great times with some ladies.

“I’m really into latinas” he said.

I laughed. My wife is Latina so surely she caught his eye then.

People were heading for the doors until it was just me, my wife, and Jeremy. Jeremy chatted as he helped us clean up the place. Around midnight, he got ready to go…

[M]y School Colleague Sally

My confession involves a teacher. A truly hot teacher. She was one of those teachers you always wanted to get when the timetables were handed out at the start of the academic year.

Every boy wanted to be taught by her, because she had a stunning figure. And she wore clothes that showed it off brilliantly. Plus serious heels.

Every girl wanted to be taught by her because she had a figure to die for. And she wore clothes that showed it off brilliantly. Plus a collection of shoes that were all their envy.

Only I was not one of those pupils. I was a colleague of hers.

My confession starts one cold, drab winter’s lunchtime and as luck would have it I was on duty with her. She was in a long black woollen coat, scarf, leather gloves and long, black stiletto-heeled leather boots.

Sharing a duty with – let’s call her Sally – was a dream. Not only was she gorgeous to look at, she was also fun. Up to now our discussions on our weekly playground duty had ranged from marking and problem pupils, to what we watched on television to what we were cooking for supper. We had talked about our other halves – how we met, how long we’d been together; what we liked about them, what annoyed us about them.

A Birthday Surpise

“I have a surprise for you!”

I sent the message to Sophia while sitting in the cafe a short walk from the apartment. It was her birthday and I wanted to make it extra special. Besides the presents I had already bought her, and despite the plans I’d made for a special meal out together, I had now come across an opportunity far too good to pass up.

“Ooh, what is it?”

“You know that’s not how surprises work. I have some instructions for you, Doll:”

We had started using codewords a few years ago to signal that one of us wanted to initiate a “special” interaction; I would call her Doll, and she would call me Sir. We’d been doing it so often, for so long, that it now had an almost instant effect on both of us, triggering a change from our typical husband & wife relationship to one of sub & dom.

“Yes Sir, whatever you say Sir!”

“Careful! You don’t want to be a brat tonight.

“I want you stripped naked, on your knees, waiting for me in the living room. You will be harnessed, blindfolded, hands cuffed to your thighs with your hook in.

Making Her Cum In My Lap

Making Her Cum in My Lap

My best friend Mya and I have been friends since we were young. We did everything together, as we got older our friendship only got stronger. Lately though, I’ve been having some weird feelings, when I’m around her.
Mya is a gorgeous girl. She has curly brown hair, caramel skin, and big hazel eyes. I’ve always considered myself straight, but as of lately I’ve been questioning it. Tonight we planned to go out to eat with friends.

Because we share a dorm, it’s easier to get ready together. She usually likes to do my makeup. I sit at the vanity pulling my curls out of my face. It’s been a hot day, and I’d prefer my hair up. The door creaks open and in comes Mya. She wears a short strapless form fitting pink dress. The dress hugs her curvy figure. Heart shaped studs poke out from her nipples. She’s just gotten them pierced months ago. I behold the beauty in front of me. Her lips pull into a smirk.

“Are you gonna continue oogling my body or you’re gonna tell me how sexy I look.”

She poses flashing her sexy ass dimples.

You’re mine. Jealousy fuck ff (part 1)

We are at the bars. She’s dressed in tight, pleather pants that flare at the bottom. Her ass looks amazing, it’s hard enough not to stare. She’s wearing her green top. It’s slightly cropped and makes her tits look fucking amazing. Full cleavage. I know I won’t be the only one looking. Her hair is down and barely hides her hoop earrings. Makeup all done and lips shining with fresh lip gloss. Fuck she looks hot.

Lucky for me it’s just us tonight but it is our town bar so we typically see a ton of our friends out. I’m dressed some tight black jeans. I know she loves how my ass looks in them. I’m also wearing a small red tank top, no longer than a sports bra. It allows just enough cleavage to note that I have tits but not enough to draw copious attention to me. My hair is in a slicked back pony paired with my hoop earrings. We look good.

There are tons of people around, we have to be close. I typically lead through the crowd since I’m bigger, she takes these moments as excuses to touch me. She will “accidentally” rub her hand around my waist and take a grab at my ass as we walk.

The Fundamentals [m/f, livestreamed, female orgasm]

Sunday, April 30, 2023

Written By: Sisi Burks

After years upon years of live streaming his life in hopes of teaching young men all over the world tolerance and common sense, this was a level no one thought could be crossed, especially by a guy like Abel Lewis. One of the top streamers in the world and more known for his PG13 approach to sexual content. Maybe there were enough “fuck”s and “pussy”s to toe the like of R, but that was as far as it went. Before now…

Sitting on his bed in a set up that was still new and hard to really get adjusted to the man, some would call “the voice of the current generation / society”, had more on his plate than even going over the delicacies of today’s political atmosphere. Slender smooth legs laid open in front of him, supported by straps of the sex swing the thirty-year-old streamer had installed just that morning. Around the same time, he met this beautiful woman who was offering her time and body to the betterment of men everywhere.

The office slut [Breeding, noncon, free use, public]

Stacy opened the door to her office and breathed a sigh of relief. She nestled herself in her chair, taking in the view of the city down below. As she looked down at the specs of people jostling past each other, her reality began to sink in. Stacys family was running out of money, and as the bread winner of her household, the pressure was on her shoulders. Today was the day she was going to ask for a promotion. She had been through it with her friend Emma, who had assured Stacy to book a meeting with Harry, her boss. She had always felt slightly intimidated by his presence, and hated to confront him like this, but she had to do it. If she didn’t get this promotion, her family would have no food, and with rent increasing they could lose their house. Harry could come in at any moment, and her nerves were still running wild. She was too restless to sit, so Stacy rose from her chair and began circling aimlessly. Her gaze found the mirror, and she stared back at herself. Stacy wondered where life would have taken her if she had pursued modelling instead of finance. Just a few years ago she had a blossoming career in the modelling industry, and was getting many good offers from big agencies. Stacy only stopped because her mother talked her out of it, highlighting that modelling was “too explicit”, and that she “didn’t want men fantasising about her daughter.” As she recalled this life-changing decision, Stacy sighed regretfully. Ironically, she would probably be more financially secure if she had chosen her passion.