How it started….. part 8 [MF] [Cheating] [Public]

If you haven’t read the previous parts, I’d recommend you do, it gives much better context.

Sorry it’s taken me so long to get around to writing this up. I’ve been too distracted with your DMs to be completely honest ?

Hope you enjoy.

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After we’re cleaned up and dressed for the day we have to go to a friends place for lunch. We spend the afternoon drinking and hanging out with a few couples who are part of our group. Around 3pm B and I make our excuses to leave, we say we’ve got to do some shopping for the party he and his wife are having that night but really I know we both just want to get the hell out of there and back to his place to fuck again before his wife comes home.

We at least have the grace to wait until we’re out of our friends street before his hand is on his zipper pulling it down and digging out his cock.

‘You’re too fucking gorgeous and innocent, look what you do to me’ he tells me as he waggles his quickly swelling cock at me. ‘You better get that mouth over here’.

A romantic evening with a shapeshifter. [M/F][Non-human/Human][Liquid-type Shapeshipter]

He had taken her dancing and kept her in a near perpetual state of arousal all evening. It wasn’t just with his piercing blue eyes, that he had chosen for his humanoid form, or how gracefully he could control that body, and hers, on the dancing floor, but with his hands. All evening, unseen by anyone, he had been practically making love to her, as they had danced at “The Palace.” With those impossibly sensual hands, he could do things that no human could do. She was getting even wetter just thinking about how she was gently caressed, up and down her body and through her dress. Everywhere she come in contact with his body, he sent covert electric tingles across her skin. She moaned. She wanted him so badly. Not the rugged human-looking form he was able to take on, but, the real him, how he naturally was.

 

[FMM] Uber Driving Slut Mom… sucks again

Hi Y’all,

This past week was my first week back to driving for Uber after my foot surgery. I couldn’t go without the money for any longer. My husband did a great job of cleaning up my beautiful blue hybrid Honda Accord and I was soon headed back to SeaTac to hopefully find some long rides and great tips. Monday was a pretty standard day in which I drove for 5 hrs while the kids were in school and made almost $200 getting a bunch of rides up to the Redmond area and then getting lucky enough to find some people needing a ride to the airport.

Tuesday I had my first slutty Uber adventure in months. It was comical how it started. I had accepted a ride for a guy needing to be picked up from the Uber area on the 3rd floor parking garage at SeaTac. As I was driving through the parking lot this very excited guy was waving me down. I slowed down and pulled out of the caravan of Uber cars headed to the pickup area to see what he wanted. He was a very handsome, middle-aged guy in a suit.

The start of something, part3[sil, sfw(probably for the last time)]

I came home from work Friday night and to my surprise her car was in the driveway.

Knowing her mom was also home, and to not appear to anxious, I walked into my part of the house, seperate from the in-law suite.

Carefully putting my bag down trying not to run next door (the areas are connected through the shared kitchen), I paced myself. I tried to not bang my way through the dinning room, down the hall, then making some noise in the kitchen trying to stall, I went over.

“Hi. Isn’t Kelly here? Her car is outside.”

“Yeah, isn’t she on your side? She said she was going to go lay down in front of the fire.”

Somehow restraining myself from running back to where this all began, I stammered something about my commute, asked about her day and what might be for dinner, excused myself and slowly…painfully slowly…walked back into the kitchen.

Making a bit of racket to show I didn’t just run straight to her, I banged around the kitchen first, all the while peering into the living room for a sign of her.

Blinded by lights

First post. Okay.

If I wave my hand at just the right speed, I can track a clearly visible arch in the air. Like a five-fingered comet, leaving the colours that are thrown over the dancefloor in its wake. Can anyone else see it?

They should.

She does.

A sense of recognition rushes over me when I see her face. I might know her. I can’t be sure. I’ll never be. Thinking of people as if they existed before this exact second, seems meaningless. We could be a million years old. Heartbeats bouncing on the rhythm of eternal music. Sweat and blood and feet and hands all in sync with the motions of the vibrating air. The thick, vibrating air. Soundwaves are throwing the light beams into fractals of limitless complexity.

Her chest bumps against mine. She crossed the distance between us without moving. I focus.

[MF] Surprise delight when i arrived

Hi All, this is my first post so I hope I have met all the rules.

A couple of years ago I was a regular paying member of an Australian adult dating site.

I was chatting online to one lady for a few months, we had exchanged a few picture and chatted quite frequently but never seemed to be free at a mutual time to catch up.

One Saturday morning I woke to find a message in my inbox which was titled “Hoping you are free this morning?”, other than going to the gym i didn’t have much planned so I replied as such.

She almost instantly replied to say “go to the gym as planned and then drive straight my place” as she liked the idea of me all sweaty (i’m by no means a body builder).

I replied asking for her address and told her I was planning to go to gym within the next 30 minutes.

As I trained at the gym I couldn’t focus as I kept checking my inbox for her reply. A sense of nervousness overcame me when she responded with her address and phone number asking me to sms her when I was 10 minutes away. She told me the door would be unlocked and to let myself in once I arrived.

The Ten Minute Challenge [Cuckold, Chastity Cage]

This story is from my eBook Caged Cuckolds which you can get for free (thru the 15th) here: [https://www.amazon.com/Caged-Cuckolds-David-J-Black-ebook/dp/B01F4OBUE6?keywords=caged+cuckolds&qid=1547313139&sr=8-3&ref=sr_1_3](https://www.amazon.com/Caged-Cuckolds-David-J-Black-ebook/dp/B01F4OBUE6?keywords=caged+cuckolds&qid=1547313139&sr=8-3&ref=sr_1_3)

TEN MINUTE CHALLENGE

I had been locked up for thirteen straight days, and I was going crazy. I had only ever done a couple of days at a time before.

“Please?” I begged.

“Sorry, baby,” Leslie said. “The deal was two weeks.”

“. . . Unh,” I whined.

I was laying naked on the bed. My little, desperate cock locked in a stainless steel cage. My wife knelt over me, naked. Leslie was a few inches taller than five foot. She was thin and well toned, from near constant jogging. Her breasts were a little on the small side but very perky. Her wavy, strawberry blonde hair just barely touched her shoulders.

Her fingers teased my balls, rubbing over them and then gently squeezing. The steel ring squeezed the base of my cock as my cock swelled a little. She leaned down and gave my balls a big kiss.

“. . . Plus, you wouldn’t want to ruin tomorrow night, would you?” she asked.

“I would . . . I really would.”

Lunch Break [Mdom][Fsub][Control][Exhibitionism]

She notices him looking at her, from across the lobby, as she was about to start her lunch. He was staring straight at her, as if undressing her, with his eyes. She feels naked in front of him, in this moment, and she is revelling in it, while people milled around her. She began fantasizing about all the things she would do if given the chance, with him, despite the throngs of people. In fact, she has often wondered, where her depravity would lead her if her simple gave in to her deepest desires. While others continue to sit and consume their lunch, she imagines him bending her over her chair, in front of them, and sliding his hand up her back. “Dare I?” she wonders to herself. As she sits there, wanting him more with every passing moment.

 

She takes a deep, slow breath as she walks slowly toward the ladies’ room. His eye contact, remains strong and unbroken. She her head, towards him slightly. Grinning, she ponders, how nice it would be to have her imaginary spontaneous interlude become reality, but she knows it can only be a fantasy.

 

Crash for the night Part I [MM]

A little background: I am a bisexual 30 year old man living in NYC. I keep my sexuality to myself so no one in my friends or family knows that I like guys too.

The story starts online…on Facebook. A friend from undergrad reached out to me saying that he had an interview for a job in the city and that he wanted a place to crash. Initially, I really didn’t want to say yes, because I am kind of an introvert and I hadn’t spoken to Sean since college, almost 10 years ago. We had a lot of classes together back then and we often skipped them to get some pizza at a famous joint on campus. He was very muscular back then. I remember how he used to work out constantly. I also remembered the giant tattoo on his right bicep of the initials of his college football team buddies. However, his Facebook pix showed that he had changed. His muscle bulk had turned to fat and being short in stature didn’t him any favors.

[FF], When I was twenty two, I spent about a year as a financially compensated sex slave to a couple over twice my age. (Part 2) (Final edit for audiobot)

*Before I continue telling what happened after part 1, there are a few notes I feel are important*

*A note to everyone reading/listening to this:*

If you don’t like violence and sex mixing, then this probably won’t be your cup of tea. That’s fine, that’s why I tried to make the title as clear and concise as possible. When I start to get more descriptive with the violent stuff in later posts I’ll leave try to leave trigger warnings or something if people here think I should. I’ve heard that reddit has gotten really PC about that sort of stuff in the past few years.