I looked in the reflection, from the shiny black surface on the wall. I adjusted my stockings, dark and sheer with a thin line in the back, the problem with these stockings is because I'm so OCD with it. It has to be straight…at least at first. My shoes clacked as I walked up the stairs, high heels hitting the hard floors. The shoes were lacey, wrapped around my stocking covered feet. I walked through the door and I see you looking at me, as though waiting. You leaned forward on your desk intertwined your fingers into each other and rested your chin on top of the lattice. I stepped forward and closed your door behind me. Slightly nervous, I can feel your eyes burning into me up and down, slowly, assessing what I have chosen perhaps? White button down shirt, not quite see through, but definitely able to make out the black, lacey bra I had on underneath, black skirt waist height, split in the back almost to my ass.
Tag: Straight
crave a throat [MF] [oral]
thoughts based on true experiences, This is my first post so please be easy on me. I just felt the desire to express my thoughts and desires. To be brief I've always had a very kinky side, willing to try many new things and a huge variety of things turn me on, lately though all I crave is more throat fucking. I've been into it for awhile now and constantly think about it. When I see you walking down the street I'll think about how my cock will feel shoved down your throat, I love the look on your face as your kneeling in front of me or head over the age of my bed and looking straight into my eyes. I can tell that you aim to please, that you want nothing more then to satisfy me. You yourself get turned on by it all, your cunt starts tingling as my cock enters your throat, juices flowing as I force myself in and out. I love the feel of finger fucking your dripping wet pussy as your gagging on my throbbing cock. I can feel your moans around my cock and it only makes me fuck your mouth harder, faster, deeper. Love to hear you gasping for breath, begging to come up for air but also secretly wanting to have your skills tested out. That dark makeup that you wore purposely for this is now running down your face, a sign that you are doing a job well done. Looking at how beautiful you look right now only turns me on more and brings me closer to orgasm. A part of me wants to cum so bad, while another holds back knowing that once I cum the fun will be over. You work for me cum, work for your reward. Tell me to fuck your mouth harder. I can't hold back much longer, you are going to get what you earned. It's now too much for me to stop. I thrust my cock balls deep down your throat faster and faster until I can see from the smile in your eyes that you feel my warm cum shooting down your throat. You know from the large amount of cum that you've done well, that you were different from many other girls, that you and not them have gotten my seed. My grunts and panting have come to an end and we both smile at eachotjer and lay together holding eachother. We both love this part as well and crave the next time So I hope everyone liked my thoughts, I would love to hear some feedback. In the future I might post more stories of real encounters with girls or possibly videos (with their approval) Hope everyone had a great weekend! Stay freaky!
The Good Slut (Part 1) [fMM]
This is the first installment of a two or more part series entitled "The Good Slut." Part 1 is largely a setup for Part 2 but the length warranted a split. The premise is about what happens when a woman craves sex just like a man but is socially adept enough to know not to let it define her reputation? Find out in the first installment of "The Good Slut." If you haven't read my other stories check out my submissions on my username
Nothing made you cringe more than when you heard another woman say it – “How come when a guy does it it's acceptable but when a girl does it she's considered a slut?” The way the entire argument was framed was what you hated most about it. It was a proud display of ignorance at the very moment the woman speaking it was certain she was making a point. Whenever you heard these words spoken you automatically scanned for the nearest exit. And it happened more often than you ever would have imagined like a karmic curse for having thoroughly embraced the title but only in complete secrecy.
Frankie (oc, true story) [mf]
It was the second year of university and I stayed in halls. Most of last years' freshers had decided to move out after their first year. They wanted the freedom to party all night and smoke in their rooms without fear of a passing tutor ratting them out to the Warden. The Warden’s name was Eméline. She was French and was universally known to be tough on hot boxers and smokers in general; someone in her family had died from lung cancer. I chose to stay a second year because I didn't smoke and I got free Internet.
As a second year resident, I was allowed to help run the hall bar. It opened at 6pm most nights. My duties included selling beer, counting the takings, cleaning the glasses and choosing the music. What I actually did was to drink the alcohol I was supposed to be selling and generate noise complaints from the library. Most nights we'd close at 11pm, by which time I'd have often finished ten pints. This was easy because the beer was watered, I was nineteen and I didn't do a lot of work.
Mark’s Sister Stacey [mf, mast, oral]
I used a prompt from r/dirtypenpals by user cgburner titled "Your best friends sister secretly craves your cock" the prompt ended with the best friend Reiner telling me I could try to go upstairs and talk to his sister.
I didn't know what the OP looked like so I used the photos from user bendybo. Who is really pretty gorgeous.
Thoughts and comments are appreciated.
Reiner's Little Sister
I sat there mulling over what Reiner just told me about Stacey. The controller in my hand felt heavy and my focus went hazy.
-Uh hello?
-Oh Sorry. Yea not going up there.
-Whatever. Just being informative.
-Look, best case scenario we have sex and it will be forever weird between all three of us. Worst case scenario she freaks out and it is weird between all three of us. I don’t see anyway weirdness doesn’t happen.
-Keep talking about it and it will be weird no matter what.
Sapphire’s Weird Problem (Incomplete Dream-Induced Story) [MF, anal, lactation, Futanari, Male Sissification]
The following story is an incomplete 'scene' that played out in my mind during a very bizarre dream I had. I never finished it, but today is my birthday and I wanted to find some little gem in my incomplete story files to share. It might not be for everyone, but then, what story is?
Bill was driving home from work, when his phone lit up with a text message. "Please come see me. Something's happened, and I'm scared." It was odd, since it was from Sapphire, a friend of his who he chatted with occasionally. He was nearly home, but decided instead to come to her house. It was dark by the time he got there, and he knocked on the door to her apartment.
"Just come in, I'm in the bedroom," came a shout from inside. Bill wasted no time making his way there, glancing at the distraught mess of the room around him. He opened the bedroom door to find Sapph sitting on the edge of the bed, crying, and hugging herself tightly with her arms.
"What's wrong, Sapph?" he asked, approaching her, but she quickly wrapped her arms around him in a hug.
[X-Post: r/Autofellatio] True Story: The first time I ever successfully sucked [M]yself off.
This is the story of my first successful self suck, with a little bit of background first:
I'm a straight white male in my mid twenties, standard scourge of the earth, in case someone wants to know. My erectile quality varies a bit, but at my hardest I have measured myself at around 6 inches, a hair over 7 if I push the ruler painfully against my pubic bone. I have to assume this is from the fat pad on the pubic bone. I think if I got in a bit better shape I could probably reclaim some cock.
I was probably in 7th grade when the concept of self sucking first occurred to me. I tried it and was nowhere close, so I gave up. I would go through random phases of trying again and failing for all of high-school, and some of college. Sometimes when I was at home during my college years, the regular horniness of a bedtime masturbation session would boil over and I would end up staying up until 4AM stretching, and reaching, and throwing my legs over my head against the wall in the yoga plow pose, to try to get my cock closer to my mouth.
Harlotte Sometimes Erotic Fiction: short tease from “Lady Belongs to Me” [MF]
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Harlotte Sometimes
LADY BELONGS TO ME
Chapter Three
Princess’s performance did not end when I shut the big, heavy door behind us. She walked beneath the closed-circuit camera and ordered me to “Stop!”
I obeyed. Princess motioned for me to turn around and lock the deadbolt. I obeyed then, too. From beneath the watchful eye of the camera, Princess unbuttoned the top button of her tiny shirt.
I started to say something. Princess put her finger over her mouth. She posed long enough for me to get her message. Then she threw a silent fit.
Princess turned away and put her hands on her hips. She began buttoning her shirt up. Her show ended before it began.
When she was sure I saw her meaning, Princess turned and looked. I made the universal pantomime of locking my mouth shut and throwing away the key. Princess rewarded my performance by showing me the bottom half moons of her skinny, pale, white butt.
Exit 94 Part 2 [M/F] [Public] [Oral] [Anal]
We quickly buy our snacks and get back on the road. Once were back on the high way I eat my snack in silence, staring out the window…you take your hand and start rubbing the inside of my thigh. To your displeasure, I still don’t give any reaction.
You give up after a couple minutes with a frustrated humph. You continue driving, and about 15 or 20 minutes later, I unbuckle my seat belt and start rummaging around in our bags in the back seat. Confused, you ask me what I am doing. I give no response. At this point you’re sexually frustrated and starting to get really angry with my attitude change.
After a couple minutes of rummaging I find what I’m looking for. I return to my seat and fasten my sea tbelt, still without having said a single word. The minutes drag by. I break the silence by asking you to pull over, and you pull over on the shoulder, expecting an explanation for my actions.
Exit 94 Part 1 [M/F] [Public]
As we get situated in the car, I hand you your skirt back and say "You’re keeping this on for the rest of the day. No matter what happens or where we go. The skirt stays on. You can choose to wear underwear or not. I’ll leave that up to you." You give me a glare, but I can see the twinkle of excitement in your eye. You grab the skirt from my hand and proceed to wiggle in your seat as you get is adjusted around your waist. After you’ve gotten it all situated you grab your shirt and slip it over your head. I mimic your actions. We pull off the exit and onto the highway. Unfortunately, since it is Friday night we get stuck in the skier traffic heading into the mountains. For the next several hours we sit in traffic and talk about all sorts of things, letting the sexual energy from earlier dissipate. After driving for a while, dusk has set in and we realize that we haven’t eaten yet and were getting pretty hungry. I suggest we stop for a place and grab a bite.