Three Years a Sex Slave Pt4 [MF] [Inc] [FF] [Cream Pie]

I got home from school one day in the next week, a little early. Mom told me that after Emma was in bed, come to her room, the next part of my training was to continue. “Yes, Mistress,” I replied. I swear, my nipples got hard and my pussy swelled, excited as to what was going to happen that night. It couldn’t come quickly enough for me.

Dinner dragged, evening came to almost a complete stop. Eventually, Emma said, “Goodnight.” I was in the lounge with dad, and as I stood to leave, he said, “Priestess, please stay. Mistress ordered me to tell you this.”

“Yes, Sub, as our Mistress orders.”

A few minutes later, mom came into the lounge and sat down. “You have thought about the path you are on, you understand where it’s going?” “Yes, Mistress,” I replied. “Then do you have any questions?” “Yes, Mistress a couple.” “Ask.”

“I understand that for my exclusive time, I am to be paid an income.” Mom nodded, “Does that make me a prostitute?”

Step Sister Corruption Part 53 – Day 12 Return (fiction, M/F/F, d/s, teaching, step siblings, con)

Jessica and I got off our plane somewhat late at night and had cleared baggage with our bags. I was a little irritated that we had a lay over up north where we wasted most of our day at or we would have been home hours ago.

We were both exhausted from our flight. I slept on the final flight home but it wasn’t long enough.

You would think going there we pretty much had a straight shot there with only one lay over. Coming back felt like we had zigzagged home. First going north then had to wait roughly 6 hours then catch our flight home.

Why couldn’t we take the same route back? I’m not a travel agent or anything and Jessica and I pretty much got our ticket’s together.

Guess when you go cheap beggar’s can’t be choosers. But we got home…..finally. And all that flying made my back sore.

At first I was going to offer a taxi to Jessica but was surprised her parent’s had come to pick her up.

Jessica frowned and I heard her utter, “Fuck!”

I [M] fucked the cart girl [f] [str8]

This took place a few summers ago but I finally got around to writing it out.

I was 26 at the time and had sold my soul to a Fortune 500 company as soon as I finished college. I had moved from the southeast to the Midwest for my job and it was nice to have a fresh start in a new city. This adventure came when my boss offered me a chance to go with him to a client’s golf tournament on the weekend. Golf, booze and a weekend in a hotel on the company dime? What a deal! I drove up to the hotel and checked in Friday night and then meet my boss and the guys from the company at the hotel bar, which meant Friday night was destined to be a mess. All I remember was stumbling into my bed and falling asleep fully clothed.

Golf tournaments start ungodly early and my wake-up call came far too quickly. After jumping in the shower and crushing a coffee from the machine, I set off for the course. As soon as I pulled in the driveway, I realized this would be a special day, mainly because this was by far the nicest course I had and maybe would ever play.

My wife(30) has been on dates with another man, here’s the most recent story. [MF] [MFM]

I originally posted this in another thread, but a mod there took issue with me for too much detail.

For those not following or need a refresher, see my post history. They’re a good read.

So, the first date of these two was not too dissimilar from the last. Danny came over on a Saturday afternoon and we actually just hung out and talked for a while. Something was on the TV in our lounge room but we didn’t really pay attention.

Whilst Sandra was in the kitchen (which is near our loungeroom) I motioned for him to go over to her. He did. He got up, went to the kitchen, moved behind her and started grabbing her hips and running his hands over her body, squeezing her breasts and just feeling her up. She shot a look at me whilst he was doing this and let him continue. He’s kissing her neck and now his hands are up her dress and down her panties. She let’s out a small moan as he starts playing with her pussy.

My girlfriends first DP was with a strapon [MFF]

It seemed that I had been given an early Christmas present in the form a threesome with my girlfriend Elle and her ex-college roommate Cee. I was ecstatic. Even more so knowing that they both had hooked-up before [several times before](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/kd30g2/i_told_my_boyfriend_about_my_first_lesbian/). This actually gave me the idea of combining the previous blindfold play with this new adventure. I know it seems silly, why was I willing to let her sex with another woman but not another man? I guess my own fantasies took the best of me.

 

I gathered my courage and texted Cee with the plan: before our threesome we would blindfold her and then tell her that there was another guy waiting for her in the bedroom, when in fact it would be Cee with a strapon. Cee loved the idea and even suggested we used two condoms each so that she couldn’t tell apart which one was real or note. She also suggested that we should ask for a voice actor on Fiverr to record some lines for us to playback to Elle to add credibility to the fantasy.

 

I [M] 27yo got a job so I could fuck the high school [F] 18yo hostess

This one summer I went out to eat at a restaurant I’ve never been to before and while I was there I noticed a super cute hostess with an amazing ass. Not thinking much of it a month later I decided it would be nice get a part time job while I was between jobs so I started applying at different restaurants around town and then I remembered that one restaurant with the cute chick. Not knowing if she still worked there I went in to apply. To my luck she was still there and I basically got hired on the spot and started the following week.

This chick looked pretty young so after starting it took a few weeks to feel her out (no pun intended) and see what her story was. After a couple months of working there we started subtle flirting and I had gotten her phone number for work purposes awhile back. To be honest I was really hesitant about trying anything bc she was still in high school and it seemed maybe I was too old for her so it took awhile to see if she was interested as she was pretty shy.

Billionaire with an appetite (FTM, Bisexual, BDSM)

Nate, a transmaculine guy who just lost his job is desperate and looking for a job that can actually pay his bills. He finds a job offering by a pansexual mysterious billionaire and gets interested…

Tags: pansexual, bisexual, big cock, cis-man, transmasculine, trans-guy, ftm, fingering, filming, sex slave, billionaire, vampire

A/N: I wrote this story for my fwb a while ago because we both concluded that there isn’t a lot of ftm erotica out there that isn’t just some genderbender stuff. I’m a bi/pan cis guy myself but I love writing stories to get people off. This is an older story and I’m currently working on something better after receiving some feedback from my fwb but I’d love to hear your feedback as well and maybe I can improve this series as well.

Nate was browsing Twitter, he was kind of getting desperate after his job fired him because the new location manager wasn’t as nice as his former one. It was hard to get a decent paying job that didn’t suck the soul out of you these days and he really liked his former employer. While browsing Twitter he stumbled upon some really hot NSFW porn. Videos of submissive ftm boys like him getting their boypussy penetrated really turned him on and for a fraction of a second he thought, why not become a sex worker?

Was told to post here. Please delete if it doesn’t fit the sub. My [F]irst visit to a German spa

I was 20 at the time, my friend Ana from college and I were backpacking around Germany. It was Sunday afternoon and all shops were closed, apparently the Germans don’t do business on Sundays. We walked the streets and came across the first place that was open – a modern gym and spa facility.

A lot of young guys and girls were going in so we followed. We paid thirty Euros, we were handed white towels and entered to find saunas, steam rooms, relaxation beds and a gym. We looked for the change rooms. I thought I was seeing things when a totally naked girl, who looked in her twenties, walked right past us to enter one of the many saunas.

“I think this place is clothing optional,” I whispered to Ana in Slovak who was walking behind me.

There were a number of saunas each at different temperatures. We agreed to meet up at the lowest temperature sauna and then we parted to go to the change rooms. I got a locker, undressed and packed away all my clothes, except for my panties (white cotton bikini style), which I left on. I wrapped the white towel around my boobs like a boob tube and around my waist, and went to meet Ana. She was standing outside, waiting for me in a black string bikini.

Frejya; Our First

My phone dinged.
“No talking.” She texted me.
“No kissing.” I replied.

We weren’t the most conventional, but we existed. Unsure of what we actually were, we had two rules to keep things simple. Rule number one was my rule; no kissing. Kissing would imply that we were intimate, and She and I both knew intimacy was neither one of our strong suits. The second rule, Hers; no talking. I was always intrigued by Her as a being; yet when we met up we were to keep things surface level. Who we were didn’t matter. She liked that mystery and that was in Her sense, a way to reject intimacy as well.

Boss of Me Part 2

(Part 1: https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/kg192n/boss_of_me_part_1_nsfw/)

I’ve barely caught my breath after you finish cumming inside me when your hands wrap around my neck and squeeze with firm pressure. Not yet hurting; just holding in place. “That was One,” you say in a conversational tone.

Breathing is possible but difficult in my current position. I stare into your face with wide-eyed innocence. Or at least a close facsimile, given the harsh fucking I just begged for—and received. Your unflinching eyes meet my gaze, and your expression signals that you’re not buying my angelic act.

Still, a Brat’s gotta try.

“One what, S—Sir? You just called me a good girl!”

My voice trembles with indignation, but you merely quirk a brow. “You were a good girl just now, which is why I let you cum. But that One and ass-beating were for your first day of constant Bratting this week. Leaving you with six more to atone for. Now we’ll move on to Two.”