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An Unforgettable Ride part 2 [MF] [sweet sex]

It had been a few weeks since that fateful morning when Robert had seen Sadie orgasm on the bus. He thought about it pretty frequently. Mostly about how different it was to see her that way. He always sees Sadie as this shy little thing. He had taken Sadie out a few times since that morning’s coffee, and things were going well but it seemed they were at a standstill. He hadn’t even kissed her yet. Honestly he was nervous to even try it.

Robert was pretty confident that he was a decent looking guy. Average build, though he tried to work out a couple times a week. He had brown eyes and brown hair. He couldn’t really grow a beard without it coming out patchy, so he was always clean shaven. He was tall though, more than a couple inches over six foot. And girls seemed to like that. He usually didn’t have trouble getting women. But Sadie hadn’t made a move. She hadn’t touched him at all. And he was wondering if he had totally misread her. Read more »

Straight virgin guy touches Kansas dad cock [MM]

So I (39 yo dad/bear in Kansas) started chatting with a 21 yo straight virgin guy after he had posted several times online and was getting frustrated sexually. He had kind of a twink/lean body, a little petite because of his age, but was not fem. He was clearly masculine and had hair starting to fill in the right places and a slight bit of young stubble. I think part of his trouble was he was South Asian heritage and we live in a conservative white part of the US.

Anyway, I pitched something to him after a little chatting: I asked him if he would be turned on at the thought of touching a man’s cock. He told me he considered himself straight, but was curious. He said he didn’t want to taste it or kiss me, and I of course told him I understood.

I’m a middle aged dad with a bearish body, extra pounds, and plenty hairy. So I warned him it would be different than a male model or other boys he had seen in the locker room. If he wasn’t prepared for that, it could be a turn off or he might think it gross. But I also told him if he leaned into it, it could actually be really arousing for him to be doing something nasty and taboo with a “daddy.” Even though he was a virgin and straight, I think he understood this and was becoming more eager to try it. Read more »

Hijabi looses virginity

A little backgoround about me I’m F 23 from Pakistan but born and brought up in the UK and at an early age realized that I preferred the English values more than the Islamic values and I followed them albeit in secret from my family so this is how a Hijab wearing Muslim girl started her journey of becoming a whore.

If you are from the UK you would know that cricket matches between schools n universities are a big deal so our story begins there. It was the end if cricketing season and the final was approaching I was at that time secretly dating one of the batsman of our school but we had done nothing more than kissing or felling me up over the clothes. As luck would have it our team got into the final and the opposing team had my cousin in it. We had never got on well cause I sort of knew that my parents wanted me to marry him when the time came so I hated him. I told my bf about the situation so he told me to make a deal that if they beat them i’ll show him my entire body and give him a blowjob I alreasy wanted to take my sex life further and wanted to beat my cousin so I accepted. Read more »

Malfoy’s Revenge Pt1 (fan fiction)

Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger have both returned to Hogwarts as professors at the request of new the Headmaster – Professor Flitwick.

Malfoy, the new potions professor, had no idea that the defence against the dark arts post was open, let alone newly filled by that bloody mud-blood.
The enmity and tension between the old rivals had been simmering for weeks, both of them walking a fine line.
At the end of a busy week, as Professor Granger was clearing away test papers, Malfoy ghosted up behind her, grabbed a handful of her shoulder length bushy hair, twisting her head up and back towards his face.
She gasped, too shocked to process what was happening as Malfoy’s free hand cast a warding spell on the classroom door, slamming it shut.
He twisted her further round so he could look straight into her eyes. He whispered, holding eye contact without blinking;
“I’ve been waiting a long time for this. It’s time to take what you owe me.”
His free hand snapped up, giving her a sharp, hard slap across her face.
She staggered from the shock, held up only by the tight grip on her hair.
Grasping her quickly and tightly by her throat and releasing the grip on her hair, he spun her to face him and pushed her back against the desk.
Hermione noticed something strange. Malfoy’s skin was cold, dry, unlike anything she’d felt since…since the battle. Since the Dementors.
She shivered with fear and anticipation, reached both her hands up to try and wrest Malfoy’s cold grip from around her throat but his grip tightened as she started to choke her. Dimly, as her vision popped and sparked, she realised she’d wet herself.
Another hard slap and a callous whisper
“Struggle if you must, you disgusting mudblood. It won’t achieve anything.”
He leant forward, his tongue flicked out and licked the flushed, livid mark on her cheek.
“You’re mine, Granger. I’m going to enjoy this and in time maybe you will too.”
Hermione’s last thought as Malfoy pushed her to her knees was that his tongue was ice cold too, did that mean…?
She knelt, opened her mouth willingly, oddly excited despite the shame and fear and waited for Draco. Read more »

A Day Of Realisation [Cuckold] [MMFF] [Training] [Mind Games] [Cheating] [Humiliation] [Oral] [Fiction]

This is a Follow on of my previous story “Things May Have Changed For Good” it acts as a stepping stone for a further story arc that i’m working on, and is a next day reaction and then a mischevious proposition from the dominant couple. I hope you Enjoy it, as always, feedback is essential so i would appreciate some ? Read more »

Lighting Her Fire – The real life experience of a guy trying to coax a faithful, loving, wife into “[consensual]” cuckoldry.…(Chapter One)

**The Christmas Party – 20/12/19**

Sarah wore her anklet to the party. I told her that I love it when she wears it. She doesn’t know what it means. She’s aware of a connotation to swinging but she dismisses it. My heart was racing, back in the summer, when she asked me to buy it for her. I had half an erection taking it to the till. I’d already spent a year trying to slowly coax her into becoming a hotwife. Our sex life had improved, we were more loved up than ever. She was dressing sluttier. But aside from that I’d come to think this was just a game in my head. A game that wasn’t going anywhere. So to me the anklet felt like a really big thing. To her probably meant nothing. When winter came she stopped wearing it.

But it came back out for the Christmas party. Especially for me (she said). I told her that I love it when she wears it. She came to the party wearing it. All my friends were there. We had a great time. Read more »

Toy (Master/sub | BDSM | NC | Gangbang)

I am not even sure how long had passed since you placed me in the thick latex hood. It has blocked all light and most of the sound. My long braid protrudes from a hole at the top. My mouth is dry since I am forced to breath through my mouth. The mouth opening is the only exposed part of my head. I am grateful that the o-ring gag is not currently in place. You removed it so that I could eat and drink.

A thick leather collar and leather wrist and ankle cuffs round out my attire. The rest of me is uncovered, well let’s say unrestrained. I am technically covered in red welts and purple angry bruises from the days of beatings. I, of course, cannot see them, but I know them to be so.

I feel you clip the leash to my collar and you give it a tug. I immediately get on all fours. You tug me once again and I follow the leash. I am disoriented and not sure what part of the house we are in. The cold tile floor turns to cold, smooth concrete. We are in the playroom. Read more »

Getting dominated….. by the Security Guard (F/19) (M/21)

Me being a 19 y/o female I can honestly say I like living life the way I do. My attractive appearance has let me get pretty much anything handed to me. I’m a young, white brunette with perky 36D sized tits and a curvy ass. Just my body alone seems to allow me things that most people would have to constantly struggle to get. I know this makes me sound a little privileged but I could care less. My appearance has granted me a job that I would have never gotten on my own, a sugar daddy that grants every one of my wishes, and basically a life that is so easy to navigate. I like to get what I want when I want and if I can’t I just take it. It’s the best and most fulfilling way to live in my opinion as I can’t see myself living any other way.

I must admit that the vice of mine is that I’m a kleptomaniac. I love to steal as it gives me such a rush. I don’t even care about getting caught as all of the security I’ve encountered has just let me go after I cry or after I reveal some more skin. It’s so easy being me sometimes it’s not even funny. One day however changed this whole philosophy of mine. Read more »

Best Friends Girl: Part One [MF] [Busty] [Straight Sex] [Interracial]

“Shit!” I said quickly getting out of bed. I was late, well technically, I was still early for work, but with all the other things I wanted to do today. I was running a bit late.

Quickly springing out of bed I gathered my morning work out bag then headed for the shower. As usual, it was locked.

“Dammit, Chris!” I yelled at my roommate.

He was always holding up the bathroom for hours on end.

“Sorry, Martin,” I heard from behind the door.

He was a good friend, well he was my best friend.

Chris and I had been friends since before high school, that was well over ten years ago. But he was such a pretty boy. We had come to the big city together many years ago. We decided it was best if we stuck together until one of us was ready to go it alone.

What I didn’t know then, was that he would take up over two hours in the bathroom.

“Nearly finished,” he said as the door opened. “Done.”

His blonde hair spiked up with enough gel to make a male model jealous. He always wore skin-tight clothes, which today was no different. Read more »