After Hours Class (part 1) [fiction] [MF] [light BDSM]

Mrs. K. was my favorite teacher in this last year in College. She was a cute brunette in her forties with curves to die for and a smile that could brighten your whole day. That was when she was smiling to me, because I wasn’t the brightest lightbulb on the chandelier. My interest was more directed towards her body than her teachings. She was a regular fantasy material of mine.

Her class was the last of the day, pushing late into 7 p.m. to compensate for a missed day. She was as gorgeous as ever, wearing heels over black stockings, a tight skirt just short enough and a blouse turned nearly transluscent by the bright neon lights. At some point, she came next to me to answer a question and by lowering herself offered me a dizzying sight into her cleavage. Her perfume was sweetly tingling my nose and I couldn’t take my eyes off the curve of her breasts, peeking at the lace of her bra.

– Are you listening?

Introducing a Tinder date to Tryst at the Citadel [MF]

Play parties and kink clubs can be quite amazing when you attend with the right people. I met Lucy on Tinder, we messaged back and forth, met up in person and clicked really well, had a few play sessions together, and she was really intrigued by my experiences at the Citadel here in San Francisco and wanted to attend one of the upcoming events.

I’m 34, 6’2″, average/stocky build at the time, white/Italian, darker blond hair, blue eyes, and also happen to be fully blind. Lucy was 35, 5’2″, Filipina, very athletic, smooth skin, long, thick, and curly dark hair, smaller breasts with fun and pronounced nipples.

Tryst is a party held at the Citadel which acts as a kinky dating/mingling event. People show up, there are ice breaker games, and everyone can make full use of the dungeon and other spaces to play with dates they’ve brought along or with the people they’ve met during the mingling. Lucy came with me to this party where I planned to show her how kink and BDSM clubs work in person and explore our mutual rope kink if she was interested in playing in front of others.

[Mf] she could only cum when she couldn’t really breathe..

I met this friendly girl on reddit a while back under an alternate name. She was petite, cute, and somewhat average looking. Nothing that would immediately make you think she was any kind of kinky. Which from experience tells me she’s going to be pretty dam kinky.

After chatting for a while we set up a meet. I went to her apartment one day after work. We had gotten all the conversations out of the way on kik so when I got there it was straight to business.

I had her against her front door, arms pinned above her head while I kissed her. She told me she had a small thing for men who take control. I pressed myself between her legs so she could feel what she had done to me already.

As she moaned out loud she broke away and pulled me to her bedroom. Apparently we were going to do a little back and forth with the power dynamic. Fine with me.

FUCKING HIS (EX) AUNT, PT. 5 [MFf] [facefuck] [oral] [anal] [squirt] [creampies] [facials] [swallowing]

Jack went home after the Bat Mitzvah. A week turned to a month and yet every night when it was time for Jack to get off, all he could do was think about the craziest (and only) threesome of his life with his 37 year old Aunt Rachel and her 19 year old Swedish au Pair, Maja.

Sure, they texted, they FaceTimed, but nothing was quite the same. One evening, Maja and Aunt Rachel even put on a show for Jack while they showered. He watched, masturbating slowly, and only came when Aunt Rachel came.

This was bad. He was catching feelings for his own aunt. I mean, sure, she married into the family and then got divorced some years later. So … it was technically incest. But it still felt wrong. And what if the family found out? His parents would die. His uncle would feel betrayed. AND YET! All he could think about was his Aunt Rachel’s creamy pussy. All he could think about was their first encounter in the parking garage, when he made her squirt all over the hood of her Audi A8. How she handed him her panties. How later, she told him she masturbated on the drive home.

A Tinder hook-up with a former teacher! [FM]

With some time off due to me, I figured I should be a good daughter and go home to visit my parents for a while. Needless to say it was a dull week, with nothing much to say to them, nothing much to do, and only the sullen complaints of my little sister for company. Needless to say I was looking for things to do to pass the time, and against my better judgement I turned to Tinder – always a bit of a risky business in a small town where it feels like everyone knows your family.

Swiping through the app only seemed to make things more frustrating, and over the course of several days nothing even vaguely interesting had cropped… until the third evening, when I froze and my heart almost leapt out of my body. On the screen in front of me was one of my former teachers. I’ll admit that when I left school I had a crush on one of my teachers, and this wasn’t him (although he was one of the better-looking and more popular teachers), but nonetheless it was a real shock to my system to see his smiling face on my app.

Tinder girl blew me and swallowed it all on our first date. [MF]

It was our first date. She drove over an hour plus to meet me. We met through an app. Now we were in a nice hotel room. This was literally our first date. We ordered in and now it was time. We’d made out hard on our way to the bed. Now she was in the bathroom “getting together” while I laid on the bed.

She was cute. Puerto Rican. Lightly tanned skin framed by jet black hair down to her ass. Short with big tits and big fat ass. Thick. Her name was Rea, said like Ree-uh.

When we met in the parking lot she had on a one piece black bodysuit tucked into her pants. It had a big shear v-neck that went down from her neck to her stomach. She had white cardigan over it but it didn’t hide shit. You could see her big, amazing tits squeezed together and maybe a little hint of nipple. It might’ve just been a shadow but I thought I saw it. I told her about it and she didn’t give a fuck. She stood in the lobby with her sweater open, giving the front desk girl shit for fucking up our room. I already liked this girl.

My BF wanted to try being bi [FMM]

So, my BF is probably the kinkiest dude I know and is literally into everything under the sun sexually and introduced me to some whacky shit over the last six months. About a month ago I asked him if I could try pegging him, and he was down.

The strapon showed up from Amazon, we had a few drinks and by the end of the night I had him bent over the edge of the bed while I fucked his ass with a 7″ strapon. It was awesome. We got more and more into it over the next couple weeks. One time, he wore the strapon and double penetrated me and it was AMAZING – now that’s on the rotation haha.

Anywhoo, Rob and I hooked up with a friend of mine one night while rolling balls and had a great time. Afterwards he asked me if I’d ever had a threesome with two guys, especially bi-guys, and I had – but never bi guys. The few threesomes I’ve had with guys, they kind of stayed on the opposite sides of me and kept a distance. Especially the one with two brothers in high school.

Folk Festival Fornication – par 2 (Exhibitionism) (Voyeurism) (Threesome)

Here is part two

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It’s Dizzy Dallas. She is our favorite new performer at this festival, very approachable. She got her start in country but quickly moved over to folk music. We passed by her after one of her shows and you couldn’t help but compliment her sundress. You two hit it off like I’ve never seen, it was wonderful to see both your faces light up in conversation. You later remarked that it was because you both came from the west coast, but honestly, it was just chemistry. We ended up having dinner with her, but didn’t know she was camped out here.

“Oh hey Dizzy,” you say, turning your head but no other part of your body, painfully aware of how your tits were still out. She seems not to notice and walks closer to you. Letting your eyes adjust, you notice she is still wearing a sundress, but this one is different. The last one was yellow with streaks of orange and daisies on it, made out of a thin material so you could see her bra and skin when the light shined on it. This one is purple with a big line of dark blue across the front that gets larger with the skirt, and a scattering of white dots for stars. Made of a thicker material, it hangs tighter to her coltish figure. Her long, large blonde hair shines under the light of the lamp posts.

The Toy Box NSFW [anal play][MF][hardcore]

Kayly and I had been dating for a few months by the time Easter rolled around. We met at uni and had known each other for a little while before getting together. At uni we had the freedom to have fun whenever we wanted; during the holiday period though both our families got in the way of the most explicit aspects of that fun. Easter though was different. My family were heading off for 3 weeks and leaving me with sole responsibility for looking after the house, Kay’s were heading away for 2.

I thought we’d be up to our usual shenanigans: movies and TV til late, food in bed, dates here and there, all interspersed with a sizeable amount of nudity and sex. But, Kay had, unbeknownst to me at the time, bought herself a toy box which changed the game entirely. It wasn’t until her second day staying with me that she put it to good use.

The Bar [MF] [First person] [Shy girl] [Fiction]

I’ve noticed you, you have been following me around since I left the store. Maybe you only noticed me because of my outfit. The black dress with an open back, tight to the fit and hugging my curves as I move. It’s a little bit short for my taste and my hips could use a good stripping of a pound or two, but I decided to just fuck it for tonight. I have always been self conscious about my body and normally would never wear anything like this little piece. I don’t know what changed my mind this time but I just decided that confidence is more sexy than jeans and a long sleeved shirt, which I normally preferred on my nights out. When I finally arrive at the bar at the end of the street I glance over my shoulder and look you right in the eyes and give you a shy smile.