[FM] Stripping games turn into a fun night of punishment

As I mentioned in my first story, my boyfriend Henry and I greatly enjoy fucking (with) each other. One of our favorite games to play is “strip anything.” Here’s how you play: you turn every tiny thing in your life into a competition and then you incorporate stripping.

I should warn you that Henry and I are incredibly competitive people – our casual neighborhood walks almost always turn into a race to get home before the other person, and our grocery runs inevitably devolve into a game to see who can find the best deals on produce. How do you turn these into stripping, you ask? Easy! You just eventually rip off your and your partner’s clothes. Our races home end in a competition to see who can get naked faster once we get there, and the other person has to go down on them until completion. Our grocery bargain hunting ends with the loser having to perform a strip tease and masturbate in front of the winner. We also sometimes play strip cooking, where we have to take an item of clothing off whenever we finish a step in a recipe. Preheat the oven? Off go your socks. Wash the veggies? Yeah, you take off that paint-stained high school theater sweatshirt, you dirty girl.

Getting Fucked by the Biggest Cock I’ve Ever Had [FM]

A few years ago, one of my husband’s fwb told me about a guy called Chris she’d slept with that had been one of her best ever. She especially went on about how much bigger her was than most guys. Naturally my curiosity was piqued so I got his number and we started texting. Straight away, he was very playfully sexual and we chatted off and on for a couple weeks, mostly a lot of sexting – our fantasies, kinks, histories, etc and he was really turning me on. I was rarely so open with guys, and the things he wanted to do to me just made me bite my lip thinking about it. And then we exchanged pics. Oh. My
God. He was so fucking hung. We started planning to meet up but we were kind of far away so I agreed I’d drive to him. I was super nervous – he was way bigger than any guy I’d ever been with. As I got ready, I couldn’t help but think about all the filthy stuff he wanted to do to me.

[F]irst Date Fuck [M]

Like my other stories there’s a slight bit of background. This was a little hookup I used to have with a girl who I’ll call Jess. Jess was about 4 years younger than me and a girl I’d just seen on Instagram. She was incredibly photogenic and used to get a lot of interest on social media. She’d always had a boyfriend for as long as I knew her online so I never slid in those DMs. Anyway, one day when scrolling through I clicked on her profile and noticed all pictures and references to her boyfriend had gone…bingo. A couple of days of exchanging “likes” on pictures and I slid right in and arranged a date if you will.

Through this moment in my life I was a serial dater and used to go out as often as I could just for something to do. We had a nice meal out and everything was cool. We got on really well. Our conversations had never been sexual despite the fact I’d fantasized numerous times about fucking her. She wore a great outfit that showed her body off (some form of skirt and a ‘nice top’) in all the right places. Anyway, I was driving so I’d only had one drink but Jess had had a few throughout the evening. Post-meal I asked whether she wanted me to take her home or if she wanted to go grab a Starbucks or something. Jess suggested we just go and sit off somewhere in the car and listen to some music. We both had the same music tastes so it seemed like a good idea.

[F]lying with Special Cargo

My Lord – that is, my Master – has always pushed me to be bolder, naughtier, sluttier. Limits are constantly tested, and over a year and a half of play has expanded my naughty horizons exponentially.

So when I was preparing and packing for my last flight, I wasn’t surprised that he assigned me a task; my Lord does so enjoy giving me a naughty to-do list when in public, especially if it makes me squirm a bit from embarrassment ir nerves. After all, he knows my desire to please him is even greater than that, and he always gets what he wants.

This one made me nervous – fly plugged? Going out with a plug is not new. By now, I’ve been out shopping, at work, and even exercised with one in thanks to my tasks. I figured I could not go straight to the airport with it in; it would be so long, and then the security screening machines and detectors; surely they’d see it inside me?!

Fulfilling My Fantasy of Taking A Guy’s Virginity [FM]

So this had been a long time fantasy for me and last year I got the chance after meeting Brandon through Tinder. Brandon was 19 (I was 32) and about average height, slim with dark hair. At some we got talking about what we were looking for and he admitted he was a virgin. I couldn’t miss the chance. First we met for just a coffee just for safety. We chatted and flirted and he generally seemed like a decent guy. After the date, we carried on texting (and sexting) for about a week and one day when I was feeling super horny, I invited him over in the evening.

I decided to keep it casual, just wearing my usual PJs but decided not to wear any underwear – I wasn’t planning on wasting time. When he came over, I took his hand and led him straight to the bedroom.

A slut in a Jacuzzi ;) [MF]

I don’t use the word “slut” in a degrading manner. Sluts are fun ;)

This happened 5 years ago and it’s a true story.
I was in a night club that had a jacuzzi in the back. I had been there a few times and always had fun encounters but my friends never wanted to test out the jacuzzi.

That night, I decided to go to that club alone. There’s a lot of hot sweaty people on the dance floor, good vibes! I’m drinking a mojito and as I’m dancing a bit, getting in the groove. At the same time I’m checking out my surroundings, and beyond the dance floor I notice that quite a few girls are in the jacuzzi.

At this time, I was hitting the gym almost every day and was looking my best. I thought, might be fun to jump in there. So here I was putting my clothes in a locker, stripped down to my white Calvin Klein underwear.

The funny thing is, I’m a major grower. Soft it’s usually a bit less than 5″. So girls don’t think much of it to start with ?…

The Estate: Part III – The Cottage [MF][FF]

Note: Renamed the series from The Parlor to The Estate.

[Part One](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/goy94e/the_parlor_fmm/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

[Part Two](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/gp42hi/the_parlor_part_ii_interlude/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

We were three martinis in by the time Katarina finished explaining her plan and persuading me to go along with it. Her intuition was sharp. She accurately perceived the guilt I felt for taking things too far the other evening.

I had allowed myself to get lost in the pleasure of two strangers, while my husband had been entirely deprived. Katarina’s plan was cunning in that it allowed me to unload the weight of my guilt while not forgetting that it was my husband who stepped out first. We conspired to throw him a bone without letting him off the hook entirely.

Katarina’s plan would not manifest for another two weeks. In the present, however, the three martinis left me in no condition to drive home. Katarina suggested a proper tour was in order and arranged for her driver to take us back to the estate.

In the daylight, I viewed the mansion with a new perspective. The Gatsby-esque intrigue I felt on the night of the ball was replaced with admiration for its peaceful beauty. Entering the grand hall, it was strange to see that natural light had overcome the dim incandescent atmosphere I was familiar with.

Taking One for the Team: Part Five (Two of Two) [MF] [Straight] [Interracial] [Busty] [Anal]

After what seemed like a full hour had passed since Jake had left, I got up to knock on the door.

“Come in,” Samantha said as she opened the door just before I knocked.

The two of them were smiling as Samantha closed the door behind me.

“What?” I asked as I took a seat in the nearest chair.

“Nothing,” Lauren said as she sat down across from me.

“So,” Samantha said as she sat next to Lauren. “What are your plans for your department? I talked to Neil and Jessie, and they were happy to hear about the promotion.”

“Well, first, I need to promote a new assistant,” I said, leaning back. “I was thinking either Denise, Mike, or Tiffany.”

“Tiffany,” the two of them said in unison.

“Either of the other two would be holding you back,” Lauren explained. “Mike is too laid back. He thinks everyone is his friend. So it will hinder his performance.”

“From what I have read about Denise, she is great with the computer work, and probably easy for you to get along with, but she doesn’t like people, she has been called to the H.R. Office because of complaints, she is better of where she is right now.”

Tonight (M/F, quickie sex, outdoors, cheating wife, alley-way, snow, cum, husband, fucking)

Clouds of lavender scented steam billowed through the doorway as she stepped out of the warm confines of the gray tiled bathroom and padded across to her bedroom. A switch was flicked, her towel was dropped and the top drawer was opened as she sorted through her smalls, looking for her good pair of black thigh high stockings. The silk caressed first her fingertips, and then her smooth legs as she gently pulled them up, where the lace top of the stocking sat proudly around her left thigh. The other stocking soon followed onto the right leg.

She abandoned the notion of wearing panties rather quickly, the thought only briefly crossing her mind. She pulled a nude bra free from the drawer and clasped it around her back, her tits being pulled up and pushed forward. Shutting the top drawer which contained her ladies essentials, she turned and faced the closet, knowing immediately which dress she would wear.

Blonde cucks boyfriend [fantasy] [cheating][(f)mf]

So one of my biggest fantasies would be being the other guy to a girl secretly meeting her amd hearing how much better I’m than her boyfriend.
I’m in a new relationship with a great girl but somehow this fantasy keeps coming back to me.

I’m black and I love blondes. I have a loving and caring gf and hope that I can stay with my girl forever
Yet secretly I long that this fantasy can come through one day when we break up.

So how would it look like.

Amy the shy petite

I’m going out with my friends and I see this really hot blonde petite with long blonde and curly hair. She’s wearing a mini Black skirt with a white shirt. Her appearance was a little bit reserved and she was dancing a little bit awkwardly.

I approach her and with a simple hey would you like to dance.

She stares at me and stutters yes sure.

So after dancing for a while I ask for her name. Amy she says and we talk about our interests. She tells me she likes to stay at home and cuddle with her bf under a blanket. I tell her damn of course the hot blonde is taken.