Val and Bridget’s prdeal, part 5, finale (non consent, mother, daughter)

Max took her hips in his hands again and slowly eased her off his cock. Her ass was still so tight that it held onto his cock and made the withdrawal almost as difficult as the insertion had been. His glans finally popped out of her and the mixture of all her juices and his two loads oozed very slowly between her reddened cheeks.

“You’re going to have to take a shower, sweetheart. You can’t go around all sweaty and sticky and with my jism running down your legs.” Max said.

“But I wanna do it again!” she protested, standing beside the bed. Max rolled to his feet and stood next to her, his cock jutting up proudly from between his sticky thighs.

“Well, maybe we can shower together.” He said it with such a straight face that it took her a moment to get it. Then that glorious smile returned and she became coy.

“Conserve water, too.” she nodded. She took his hand and led him towards the bathroom.

Our first swap[Group] -TC20(4)

Hi Readers! We are TC20, a married couple with alot of wild adventures to share. We have been swinging for almost 7 years now, and we have been married for 5 years. With your land sliding vote on the poll, we had no options but to write our swap story. Just for clarity, i am not following order in terms of these encounters. Other encounters(mmf,ffm,cuck) have happened before and after this one. But i thought to start with our first swap to keep a bit of continuity.

Swap has been one kink that has always been there since we started swinging, but never approached it because of the complexity it can bring. In other swinging kinks, its easier to keep control of the environment as long as you are in terms with the participants. In swap its hard to try with known or friends because it might hamper the friendship if it goes wrong. Its even harder to do it with strangers as it might get uncomfortable. I began my hunt to find the perfect participants for our first swap.

How my college room[m]ates helped change [m]y body image (x-post from r/NakedBuddiesStories)

My attitude toward nudity has evolved a lot over the years thanks to the friends I’ve made. I come from a conservative, somewhat sheltered upbringing, and I’ve always been a very self conscious person, especially when it came to my body. At the pool, I’m the guy who wouldn’t take off his shirt to go swimming. I mostly went to private schools growing up and didn’t get much of the gym changing room experience. But that was all about to change when I entered college.

My freshman year, I was thrown into a living situation with other guys, and for the first time, I saw how most guys my age acted. I was definitely the most straight laced of the group. I was a good student and they were partiers. Despite our very different personalities though we became good friends and I learned to start loosening up from them.

I quickly realized that other guys had a different attitude about their body. First of all, no one except for me wore clothes around the apartment, they just hung around in boxer shorts. (I never wore boxers before but I switched out all my briefs as soon as I could.) They had tons of stories about getting drunk and naked at parties / playing pranks on people, etc. Meanwhile, I was freaking out that someone might see me changing my clothes.

The House Always Wins (part seven- The End) [Comfort] [Personal Care]

I lost my hair again. I lost weight. I couldn’t eat, my arm burned after every treatment. But I did it, dutifully. Pot was the only thing that helped the nausea enough for me to keep water down. If nothing else, it gave me an excuse to be high day in and day out. Four months out, I was on my third round of treatment. Some new aggressive thing that was supposed to be revolutionary. By some small miracle, the tumors on my liver and lungs shrank down to nothing after my first cycle, but the brain tumors were being stubborn.

I looked like death was sitting at my bedside most days, but I made it to my thirtieth birthday. A milestone that was a month past my expiration date. The old man reached out with a bouquet of roses and a card that said, “The longshot of longshots is up by four…two battles to go before you beat the house.”

Karen

It’s 7:54. 6 minutes before the end of your shift, the first day off in 8 straight days. Dead tired from this 12-hour shift you’re mindlessly approving your employee’s timecards on your computer. Each click reminding you of each second passing until you can finally relax.

“Hey John,” your radio buzzes.

*Dammit.*

“Yes?”

“There’s… uh… someone here who is upset about our mask policy. Could you please talk to her?”

*Another one.*

“Sure, direct her to my office.”

You close out of the last timecard and stand up, taking a deep breath to deal with another argument you’ve had 1,000 times during these past 8 days. You open the office door and there she is, like always, with that menacing scowl and stupid bob. The same dumb bob that reminds you of a bully from middle school whose parents couldn’t figure out how to get him a proper haircut.

“Hello, Ma’am. I’m John, the manager of this Kohl’s. What seems to be the issue today?”

*Blah blah blah*

“I’m terribly sorry about your inconvenience, but we need to follow corporate policy,” you say calmly, as you’ve had to do over and over and over again for months.

[M]y [F]irst Time with an Asian Girl

We’ll call her V.

We were on similar course tracks in college and shared a few classes together. We were friendly but never flirty, at least no in my opinion. She was Vietnamese, short and cute but her defining feature was her huge rack. They were big D’s or maybe even DD’s which were just exaggerated by her 5 foot frame. She had a boyfriend who was also Vietnamese. She never talked about him but I knew about him from her Facebook profile which I would visit to beat off to her bikini photos.

We shared a late research class, it started at like 6 or something and ran for about 2 hours which meant we got about a 15 minute break halfway through. When the professor released us for our break I went out and found a small couch in the hallway and plopped down. V was right behind me and sat right next to me, and I mean right up against me right before she leaned her head down on my shoulder. I didn’t really think anything of it, I relegated myself in her friend-zone at that point since she’d already had a boyfriend. She sighed and commented on how boring the class was and she wasn’t wrong.

The Secret Life of Grace Harper Part Three A True Submission Story

This is the final part of this story. It is left wide open for a sequel so if enough people want to read more I may revisit the characters. Enjoy part 3 and leave a comment if you wish.

When Grace woke up her blindfold was gone. She could see the room that she was chained up in. It looked like a basement with various apparatuses that Grace had never seen before, but had a pretty good idea about what they would be used for. There was one light In the center of the room, but there were candles for mood lighting on shelves along the walls. In front of her was a table with various instruments on it. Were these the things that had been used on her? She immediately recognized the bullwhip. It had only been used on her once, and she never wanted to feel that again. Beside the whip was the long riding crop that had been used to spank her with.  She could still remember the intense stinging it had caused on her bottom, but she found herself strangely interested in feeling it again on the other parts of her body. Beside the crop was the bucket of water and wax used to clean her with. She was reminded of the softness of the sponge and the warm feeling the wax gave her after the water had gotten cold. Next was the feather that had been used to tickle her and something else she didn’t recognize. She knew that it had been used to prick her, but she had no idea what it was. It looked to her like spurs that had been attached to a stick.

The Pass (Sharing my GF) [MF] [Humiliation] [Cuck]

Can you make a mistake and feel good at the same time? I close my eyes in the shower with the water pressure relentlessly pouring on me. The vivid memories from yesterday haunt me and I realize that no amount of water can wash those memories from my brain. Here’s what happened.

My girlfriend Joanna is a stunner. She’s Persian; She’s about 5’4, 100 pounds with C cup boobs. She hasn’t had that many boyfriends and I was the first guy to actually go down on her. The sex was incredible and while she was conservative, she was very open to making me happy in any way sexually.

I have had a cuck fantasy for several years now and while she is still not completely to the idea, she plays into my fantasy. Before we were dating exclusively, she was dating her high school friend, Larry, a couple of times. Larry was white and taller than me (6’3 to my 5’10). The reason why I knew about Larry was that she told me that if we weren’t exclusive, she was going to date him. I ended up wanting to date her exclusively.

27 [M] with 32 [F] married coworker

So I just started this job. I had to share an office with her, but didn’t meet her for a couple months due to her and I being at different sites on different days. One day in October I had a meeting that she attended. Honestly I thought she was the most attractive girl I had ever seen. Blonde hair, about 5’6, 120 lbs. Since this was the first time we had actually met (she had left me notes about general stuff around the office before this), we ended up hanging out in our shared office and talking the rest of the day after the meeting. She was really easy to talk to. We start to see each other a little more at work and start communicating through email about work related topics. Until one day the tone of her message changed, teasing me about something and saying she was bored so was going to continue our emails but started talking about and asking about things outside of work. In my head I was really excited because I had come to really like her, but also thought well she’s married, this means nothing. This constant emailing every day turned into messages on Facebook daily as well, which turned into us playing games against each other on our phones. Since I was new to the area, she offered to meet me for dinner at this one place she liked. Afterwards, she gave me a hug when we were leaving and then right after emailed me saying how much fun she had. I was in the phone with a friend while driving home and he was like, well if she messages you after this “date” then you know she’s into you. I was like, no, it wasn’t like that, etc, but then stopped him in the middle of our conversation when I got the email from her. He told me she wanted me, but I still didn’t believe it. We continued this once a week dinner meet up after that. A couple weeks into our “dates” she messages me that she thinks the loser of our game (that we were playing on our phone) should be forced to do something. I was like, what are you thinking? She says to me, I really don’t want to say, but it’s what I think about doing all the time when I’m around you. So I was like, kiss? Hoping that was it myself. She said yes, that the loser should have to give the winner a kiss. Now keep in mind, I was beating her at least 8-9 times out of every 10 games. Next “date night” she had 3 games lost to me, so kissed me three times on the cheek. The next week I had one to owe her and she had 8 to owe me, so I went first and kissed her cheek. She then held my face and kissed around my face 7 times, then asked me how many that was, like she didn’t know. I told her I thought 7, she said ok then close your eyes. Next thing I know she kisses me on my lips. I remember smiling so much and she laughed and pushed me away, as she got into her car to leave. The next week we owed each other about the same amount of kisses, so decided to kiss each other on the lips. This progressed to days later, she’s over at my house and we are watching a movie, then we start making out. Our time is always limited though because she has to go home, I find out she’s saying she’s at happy hour with her friends to avoid suspicion. We continue to talk in messages throughout this, saying we know we can’t go further, etc. We are making out almost every day at this point. One day she comes in from the kitchen after refilling her wine glass and she straddles me as we start to make out. Because of her being on top of me, I try to sneakily slide my hands up her shirt, thinking she’d stop me, but she doesn’t. Next thing I know I’m unhooking her bra and teasing her nipples with my fingers while we make out. After, she tells me how much she loves that, so obviously now every make out session includes me playing with her tits, just a few days later not just with my hands but getting my mouth on them. She’s always grinding on me, moaning, telling me it’s not fair and she wants to go further but we don’t. About a month straight of this kind of making out, I buy a new couch. She jokes that it’s deep enough for us to both lay on and it could lead to trouble. Sure enough it did haha. 3 days into owning my new couch, we are making out, her hand down my pants, my hand for the first time between her legs. She flips over top of me and we continue making out. My pants and underwear are down near my knees. Her shirt is off, her shorts are off, but her panties are still on. Her hand is stroking me as she’s over top and we are kissing, my hands on her nipples feeling how hard they are. Next thing I know, both her hands are up near my shoulders but I still feel pressure on my cock. Then I realize what’s happening. I honestly thought to myself, I can’t believe I’m actually getting to have sex with her?. Not only did I think she was the hottest girl I’ve ever met, but I was in love with her by this point. She rides me for a few minutes then gets off. I’m thinking she must’ve realized what she was doing, so think we are done. Nope, her hand is holding my hard cock while she’s sliding her panties off with her other hand, telling me “this will make it easier.” Then she hopes back on for a while, then I pick her up and lay her on her back and fuck her until I cum. She joked afterward that she decided she wasn’t going to tell me because didn’t want me to say we shouldn’t, which is why she put me in while she had her panties still on. We had sex several more times after this, but this was just the first time we hooked up and it was one of the best experiences I can remember. Maybe some day I’ll tell about the other times we ended up having sex, with more detail about the actual act.

My Best Friend’s Girlfriend Part 12 [FF] [Sadism] [BDSM] [Dungeon] [FFFF]

**Chapter 12: Fighting**

“What took you so long?” asks June when I get off the elevator and step into the lobby.

“Long?” I ask. My voice sounds funny and far away.

“Yeah,” says June as she steps forward and grabs my upper arms. “You were up there for like 10 minutes. What did she want?”

I sigh and carefully remove June’s hand from my arm. “Nothing. She wants an answer to her question. That’s all.”

“Slut or goddess?” asks June.

“Yeah. Apparently ‘I don’t know’ is not an acceptable answer.” I look over at Sandra and Maria. They’re both sitting on a bench, looking out the large glass walls of the building. Sandra is holding Maria’s hand, her brow furrowed and concern painted on her face. Her other hand is stroking Maria’s hair, but Maria is non-responsive. She stares out at the street with no expression on her face and no life in her body. “How’s she doing?” I ask, nodding towards Maria.

“Silent,” says June.

“Is that … is that how it was for you?”