[MF, F Submission] Enjoying an Obedient Slut on the Flight to Sin City

Vegas is sin city.

We planned to sin. But I planned to choose the forms sin would take, and I planned to make them hard. This trip would test your limits, and even in the planning I was so hard imagining the ways I would stretch them. The ways I’d stretch your cunt, and the ways I’d stretch all the edges of your lust.

I had the van pick you up for our “corporate retreat”. I met you at the airport drop dressed in a suit. I took your bag like a gentleman and promptly lead you to a locker I rented to stash it for the duration. I mean, it was very good for appearances that you brought luggage, and it was even better for appearances that you were given no warning you would not get to bring it.

As instructed, you didn’t speak besides the expected, and good for appearances, “Hello Sir.”

Like a good girl you wore a business appropriate dress as instructed, and I was sure beneath you wore the slut appropriate panties I’d requested.

[Bimbo TG] Changing Fortunes

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The night was young but so were Andrew and his colleagues, meaning they had no shame whatsoever being completely drunk at a bar on a work night. The whole team had gone down to the local bar to blow off steam after putting the finishing touches on their proposal for tomorrow. Every team in their office was vying for that extra funding so tensions had run high for weeks.

For some, this night was to calm their nerves but not Andrew, he knew they would be successful with him at the helm. Despite only being in his early twenties he’d already been promoted twice and this team was yet another stepping stone. When they got the funding for their new software program, he was sure it would launch him to even greater heights. Soon, he’d be living the high life with all the money, women and riches he could dream of. He just had to ensure nothing went wrong with the presentation tomorrow. He’d just returned to their table with another round to see Tony talking animatedly.

Ass for sale. Slightly used. Never Been Opened. (gender neutral)

It’s been a fantasy of mine for a while– a deep one. One I tried to deny my horny little goblin mind for so long like I don’t already go to the grocery store with s big metal plug stuffed up me just for the kicks. If God makes no mistake, God must have made me a natural born buttslut for a reason.

It’s time to put my best hole forwards and lose my anal virginity. But I can’t just go out and get my backdoor thoroughly plundered just like that. Oh no. I’m a INTP. An innovator. I haven’t half-assed anything in my life and I’m not going to start now. If my ass is going to be fucked, it’s going to be the waygu beef of fuckable assholes.

So then there’s you. An individual of taste with a refined palette for tittilation, and one more horny bonk away from a concussion, I’m sure. You’re mindlessly scrolling one night and by fates chance you see my listing. “ASS FOR SALE, SLIGHTLY USED, NEVER BEEN OPENED.” Your curiosity sparked, you explore further. What you discover is more than just a sales pitch, but an opportunity to fund a project of your dreams; an anus, only ever played with by the person it’s attached to, to shape however you want.

When daddy has a bad day [MF] [Freeuse] [NONCON] [DDLG] [spanking] [Degradation] [impact play] [PAINAL]

As I lay on the bed kicking my feet around in my fuzzy thigh-high socks, I hear the door jiggle. Daddy’s home. I sit up and turn the TV down, beaming at him as he walks in. “Hi daddy!”. He doesn’t look up. He just kicks his shoes off and grunts. Uh oh, a bad day. I try to be the best girlfriend I can be, and get up to help him relax. I walk over and kiss his neck asking if everything is alright. “Fucking no good sons of bitches. Do I have writing on my forehead that says fuck me?” I giggle, “No daddy, you definitely don’t.” He sighs. “I’m sorry princess, it’s just been a hard day for daddy”, he says while kissing my forehead. “How was your day?” ” Well I made cookies watched Halloween movies and had a nap, so it was pretty amazing” I giggle. He chuckles and cups my face. I look up at him smiling. I can see his eyes shift and I feel a sharp slap hit my face. Although it’s normal for daddy to take his stress out on me, I wasn’t really expecting it at the moment. Daddy likes to watch me whimper or squirm in pain, and I don’t mind it really, but it always makes me tear up.

I got Fucked by a stranger in their car [FM]

Sorry, this is kind of a long one.

Last night I went out with some friends to a local bar, we all had a goodnight and I had a bit more to drink than any of my other friends. We left as they were closing, a little after midnight. Out the front of the bar my girlfriends and I started talking to a group of guys who were also leaving while we were waiting for our Ubers. In truth I can’t remember any of their names. For whatever reason my Uber cancelled on me so I was there last out of my friends waiting out the front of the bar.

I was still chatting to the group, they had one designated driver who just wanted to go home. The other guys all wanted to go clubbing. Eventually they agree to taking an Uber, and the sober driver would just go home. My Uber was still 10 minutes away and all the guys had been picked up. It was just me and the designated driver at this point. He looked very nervous and I saw him checking out my body multiple times.

Sweet Late Night Anal with my Lover (F4M)

Like clockwork, Dan was asleep 10 minutes after we made love one late Friday night. It had been a lazy evening of television shows, kettle corn, and rants about the work week. It ended the evening with a short yet exuberant fuck that now had me smiling from ear to ear. Dan was on his side facing the wall as I pressed my bare front side up against his back. It was still slightly sticky from his sweat, but the scent of his musk drew me closer in. I pressed my breasts hard against him and kissed him softly. He looked so strange in my ultra feminine bed with the floral blanket pulled all the way up to his broad straight shoulders. But as funny as it was so see him there, it was one of my favorite sights, second to seeing his eyes light up when my breasts were released from my bra. I wondered what he thought about before sleep took him. I was never really able to go right to sleep after sex. My brain turned into an old VCR, rewinding over and over again all of the good parts that made me moan.

My Life As A Host To A Slime Monster 15 – A Slime is Born (fiction, F19, supernatural, monster)

We stood in the ‘incubation’ room long enough to where even **I** felt uncomfortable as I awaited what Bee’s ‘*price*’ was to essentially make me…..well less me and more beautiful.

Though after Bee did tell me *WHAT* she did and I saw more or less *HOW* she does what she does I was beginning to feel that ‘*buyers remorse*’ more and more and I haven’t signed on the dotted line yet.

It was like we were in war. The first to speak loses.

That or I was missing something.

I felt my irritation flare up as I folded my arms and huffed, “So what? Money?”

Bee smiled as she started to laugh instantly making me think *Or not!* still I let Bee laugh until she got herself under control as she smirked, “No Megan. Between all the **humans** that constantly make me fix them I have enough money to buy a country,” she smirked, “even with me kicking *Prime* her portion of the profits.”

She looked around at the ‘incubators’ as she sighed, “Really wish they weren’t so *lazy* but I can’t complain the returned business.”

The gayest straight relationship I’ve ever been in [FF]

Bro… idk. This one gets weird. It’s not quite a funny story or particularly hot. You’re welcome to unpack this mess with me though…

It started out pretty normal. We were just really close best friends who loved each other. She was like… my favorite person in the whole world and I wanted to be around her all the time. And I thought she was beautiful and really cool.

And she said the same about me…

The truth is we were broke as fuck which led to us walking up to *that* line. We had a two bedroom but it didn’t make sense because I slept in her bed every night. We downgraded to a studio and sold my bed.

*We bought alcohol and drugs with the bed money.*

It was only natural for us to change in front of each other. Our closets just kind of melded into one, and we got ready together every morning and before we went out. Nudity just became a natural thing we stopped even acknowledging.

Then we started showering together… To save water. That’s literally what we said. Why would we shower apart when we could use half the water?

I (38f now 22 during the story) had a threesome video leaked online in 2006. Here’s what happened [mfm]

Bit of background, I’ve been with my husband since i was 18 and pretty much straight away he told me he wanted to share me, first online on Msn and Yahoo and then it progressed to physically being shared.

I’m 38 now but back in 2006 when I was 22 I had a threesome with two of my boyfriends (now husband) friends and we filmed it as a present for my boyfriends 25th birthday. Unfortunately it was stolen during a break in and was then leaked online. Heres what happened.

I’d had this idea that for my boyfriends birthday I wanted to make him a video. I asked two of his friends, Jay and Gaz, who I had slept with before if they would be up for it and they said yes. I wanted this to be an all night session where I stayed over at one of their houses and they just used me whenever they wanted. Jay had a Sony handycam (makes me sound old) which could record hours of stuff so I knew we’d get a lot of stuff for him.

I went out to homecoming to distract myself, and made a guy’s night [FM]

Toward the end of last week, I needed a distraction from my life badly. I mentioned that to one of my co-workers on Thursday and it was suggested that I come out to homecoming with her and a small group of her friends. I’m too old for homecoming house parties, really. But the distraction, attention, and loud music did sound like they’d be nice so I was quickly persuaded into going along despite the fact that I’m about a decade older than everyone else in her group.

Sadie and I met up with her friends outside the party in the late afternoon, wearing matching outfits Sadie had gleefully put together for us that morning. It was cold, but we were both in black skirts that only made it to the upper thigh, and school t-shirts that Sadie had taken a pair of scissors to, transforming them into crop tops, with plunging necklines. The matching outfits had not been in the original plan, but she had seemed happy with the opportunity to put them together when I had complained earlier that morning I was worried I’d stick out being a significant bit older than everyone else who would be in attendance.