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An angry date [MF]

She was angry, so so angry at you. She had planned for the movie and specifically asked you to book the tickets. You, as always, forgot. Which left both of you standing in front of the theatre, staring at a sold out sign. She was fuming at you. Her arms folded across her chest, her lips pursed and nostrils flaring, she stared at you then walked away towards the car. Even the sight of her bottom, shaped by her short, black dress, wasn’t enough to get you to stop sulking.

Driving away she was still shouting at you, her voice ringing annoyingly in your ears. You knew you fucked up, but this was making you angrier by the minute. And, as luck would have it, it started to rain all of a sudden. This irked her even more, as if somehow this was your fault too. You had enough. Her constant bickering was getting to you. Seeing that the rain was going to go on, you decided to stop the car at the side of the road. She was still mad at you. Her arms still folded across her chest, her breasts heaving up and down as she sat fuming there, not looking at you but straight ahead. And she started to shout again. About your carelessness, about this and that – but you didn’t hear the rest of it, or rather, you didn’t let her finish. She got you so mad, you grabbed her by her hands, pushed her against the glass window and just kissed her. Kissed her on her lips to shut her up. All your anger inside of you now starting to come out, as you pinned her hard up against the window, and kissed her like your lips wanted to eat her lips, to eat her up completely. Read more »

Officer Lutz and Ariel Part 1 [F34] [F21][BDSM][Fetish][Foot Fetish][Officer][Student][M]

Ariel since you’ve been a disruptive student, that are suspended from school, arguing, worst of all stealing your teacher’s flats. That is why 3 weeks ago we placed you in the beyond straight program, although you went without incident, you did the same crap now as in the past. Mrs. Brooks as instructed reported any incidents she had with you, once again you tried asking to smell her flats once she did not allow you to, Ariel you do everything in your power to steal them. At 8 ½ years old you are the youngest we’ve had in the program said, Officer Kimmy Lutz. I know it’s hard for someone of such a young age to come to terms with having a foot fetish. Your legal guardians wanted, you to stay at my place for a few days. My goal is to help discipline you and help you control your fetishes. I don’t care if you do not want to go; you are going do I make myself clear!!!!! Yes, officer Lutz Ariel responded sulking in the chair with slight tears running down his tears. Ariel stop with those crocodile tears, you think I’m unaware of you being a master manipulator? At my house you will obey my every command when I tell you to do something, Ariel you will complete the task understand!!!! Yes, madam said, Ariel. Good, I see potential in you to straighten up, your guardians are too soft on you. Letting you do what you want tsk it’s sad. Read more »

The Sale [Mf] [Ds][MDom][fsub]

You thought it was just going to be a normal meeting with a new supplier. You expected me to be a typical, boring salesperson – so easily manipulated by your sexy outfit and outright flirting. And, to begin with, it seemed like you were absolutely right.
Then we got to the tasting, and the wine affected you like nothing before. How, exactly, did you end up in a chest harness, on your knees, sucking my hard cock? You really can’t remember – but hell has it got your pussy dripping…

You turned up at my hotel, since I very politely invited you. I opened the door and invited you in; before I even close the door I instructed you to strip to your underwear and kneel. I sat back in a chair and enjoyed the view as you removed your outer layers, admiring every curve and straight of your beautiful body.

As you knelt, I picked up a small plug from the table beside me – a beautiful stainless steel Princess plug with a purple jewel. I toyed with it, smiling at you, then got up and walked over to you, stroking my hand across your shoulders as I walked behind, bending slightly to squeeze then pinch your nipple. Read more »

Love for his stepmother’s pussy [MF]

It was wrong. So wrong.

Nicole lay on her bed, hating herself even as she touched herself. Her heart pounded. *What was she doing?* Danny was her stepson. He was barely more than a kid for God’s sake. But, hell, he looked good. Too good. Young and toned and tan. Dark eyes and hair. That sweet, kissable mouth. An image of him using that mouth on her pussy made her groan, and she couldn’t help but slip her fingers beneath her panties to rub her swollen clit. Damn her, but she wanted him. She wanted to show him what it was like to be with a real woman, rather than a college twit with little to no experience. She wanted to blow his fucking mind.

And his cock.

Her moan echoed around the room. The room she shared with her husband.

Danny’s father.

She should get dressed. She really should. She had a meeting with her financial advisor in an hour. But as she lay there in nothing but her black bra, panties, and thigh-high stockings, all she could think about was Danny. Closing her eyes, she began reluctantly fingering herself. Slow at first and then faster. Small, traitorous whimpers escaped her as she imagined it was Danny’s fingers in her instead of her own. He would be a little shy. A little overwhelmed. And horny as hell. As only a barely legal boy could be. Read more »

I dressed up as a girl and let a stranger with a girlfriend and a [m]assive cock fuck [m]e raw for my first time.

[Picture from the night](https://imgur.com/a/ktlqweH)

This is a long one but I promise you, it’s worth it.

So bit of background: I am, for the most part, a straight man. I’ve never really liked gay porn and have only ever had heterosexual relationships – all of which have been really healthy.

However, ever since I was young, I have had a fascination with woman’s clothes. I’m not sure why, but it started out as sneaking into my sisters room and wearing her underwear and liking the way it made me feel. The strange thing though was that when I dressed up I started to feel like a woman, which in turn made me think sexually as a woman. So naturally, it wasn’t long before the whole thing snowballed into me being a full time closet crossdresser whose favourite thing in the world was his sisters dildo that he discovered in one of her drawers. I also discovered crossdresser, sissy and trap porn which basically became my staple. My ultimate fantasy was to be fucked senseless while dressed like a slut by a big strong man. Of course I have never told a single person any of this out of fear of what they’d think. Read more »

[MF] Chance Hotel Encounter {Cheating}

Let me introduce myself. I am a 39 year old man, married with a great family, and an executive at my company, where after a decade of floundering at the staff level I started making moves and quickly shot up the corporate ladder. No coincidentally, I also found myself traveling for business often with the management and exec level positions. Around this same time, I made a commitment to getting back into shape. I found myself fit, powerful, and away from home often.

Let me say I love my wife. This story, and others I may tell, may lead you to believe otherwise, however it’s true. Everything in this and other stories is all about physical pleasure. The stories are also all true. Names and places may be changed for anonymity, but the essence is 100% true.

[Mf] fucking my x at Disney in the crowded guitar pool. [Public][creampie][hold the moan]

I dated this girl in high school until a few years after graduation. There was a fair amount of breaking up and getting back together. During one of our breaks she had gotten an internship at Disney in Florida. I decided to be sweet and surprise her because she was home sick and I was young and could just be like “yo mom and dad I’m going to Florida for the weekend, peace!”. I got a friend to ride with me so I didn’t have to go alone. I kept it a secret that I was coming until I hit Florida and then I told her. She got me set up with a room in the park by the time I got there.

It was always magical seeing her. You know that one ex that you wanna be mad at and hate but the second you see them you fall back in love like nothing ever happened. That’s what she was. And that’s what I was to her. Read more »

The Professor, Part 6

She had managed to avoid the conversation of “what are we?” when she was at the Professors house by fucking his brains out all night before quietly slipping out in the morning. She left his house and went straight to her class—it was a three hour lecture in her major and important for her to be there, especially since it was her last semester. Her professor was an older gentleman, in his late 50s, lots of curly gray hair, always wore nice jeans, a collared dress shirt and a sweater vest over the top. He smelled nice, had a nice smile, and was clean shaven, with tortoise shell glasses either hanging on the neck line of his vest or just at the tip of his nose. He showed interest in what the college students did—an effort to stay young or perhaps he was just a genuinely curious guy. He wore a gold wedding band on his ring finger and often spoke of his children, whom were grown. She sat in her seat in the back, desperately trying not to nod off from her night of passion with her Professor-turned-lover, and just as she was dozing off her phone vibrated in her bag. She bent over and unlocked her phone. He messaged her. She opened it, notifying him that she’d read the message. Read more »

The Professor, Part 6

She had managed to avoid the conversation of “what are we?” when she was at the Professors house by fucking his brains out all night before quietly slipping out in the morning. She left his house and went straight to her class—it was a three hour lecture in her major and important for her to be there, especially since it was her last semester. Her professor was an older gentleman, in his late 50s, lots of curly gray hair, always wore nice jeans, a collared dress shirt and a sweater vest over the top. He smelled nice, had a nice smile, and was clean shaven, with tortoise shell glasses either hanging on the neck line of his vest or just at the tip of his nose. He showed interest in what the college students did—an effort to stay young or perhaps he was just a genuinely curious guy. He wore a gold wedding band on his ring finger and often spoke of his children, whom were grown. She sat in her seat in the back, desperately trying not to nod off from her night of passion with her Professor-turned-lover, and just as she was dozing off her phone vibrated in her bag. She bent over and unlocked her phone. He messaged her. She opened it, notifying him that she’d read the message. Read more »