sugar baby likes magic wand [MF]

As I said in previous posts, I’m a sugar daddy. I have been for ten years.

Now I am into taking sugar babies out to clubs and watching them get done by a stranger.

But about five years ago , I started a routine where after the first meet blow job, as a second date I would take the SB to a hotel and tie her up and get her off with a magic wand.

The third girl a did this with was totally insane. Her name is Nancy.

When we got into room I instructed Nancy to take off her dress and leave on bra and panties. I had her sit in the rolling desk chair in the room.
Then I zip tied her ankles and hands to the chair.

Nancy ask “you won’t hurt me, will you?”
I assured her I would not.

Then I opened the bag I had brought with me and pulled out a magic wand and plugged it in.

Nancy said “that looks fun”

I set it on low and went straight to holding it on her panties.

Nancy started bucking and yelling “oh fuck”

I find my student on Tinder, after we initially hooked up when I was her TA [MF]

I talked about Nadine once before on here. When I was a TA in grad school, i had taken an eye to her as we both had the same persona: the midwest lower-middle class once middle school emos now young adults. We both put mascara on to My Chemical Romance in high school, went to the nearest concert in some college town like Ames, and felt like we lost a family member when the former broke up. Now, in college, we matured a bit from the black nails but not too far to get away from the t-shirts. I was in my first year of grad and her undergrad [when we fucked after class due to her commencing](https://www.reddit.com/r/sexstories/comments/vg18th/my_student_unknowingly_fulfills_my_fantasy/).

However, we never really did connect on anything more until a year or two later when I was on break from Uni. I had a very shitty apartment that only a $1500/month stipend could afford (yay american academia) when I came across someone on Tinder. Welp, if there was anyone to use a SuperLike on, it was her. And of course, she took the bait. Things went as they did and I invited her over to my shitty basement apartment.

A Study of Elves [F18/F20/M19, Fantasy, Voyeur, Oral] (Love ☆ Sex ☆ Magic : Ch1)

(Author’s note: New account because I can’t post ero on main 🙃 excited to share my stories!!)

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Joshua ran a finger over the rows of dusty tomes in front of him and stopped at a volume bound in dark leather. The spine cracked as he gently opened it. He relished the moment; he loved old books. It was a collection of ancient elven myths and legends, copied by hand, including many luscious illustrations. A true labour of love. His feet wandered without taking his eyes off the elegant elven writing, taking him to his favourite book nook where he settled in to read.

The library was perfectly quiet. Josh loved it here, surrounded by the comforting scent of leather and wood. And so, when a soft noise disturbed the still peace he was enveloped in, his instinct was to pretend it didn’t happen. But the sound repeated, and Josh’s attention was slowly tugged from a beautiful illustration of Meavella the sorcerer princess towards what sounded like a moan – breathy and mellow.

The Joys of Milking a Straight Man [MM]

A straight guy recently reached out to me on a different website and asked an interesting question. He saw that I enjoyed giving long, deep handjobs and asked, “If I had a buddy like you and I wanted him to give me a handjob and milk me dry, would it be selfish and rude to not reciporicate because I am straight and not interested?” He continued on to say that he felt guilty being the recipient of so much pleasure and was worried that a guy like me might deny him if he didn’t want to do anything in return.

I quickly reassured him that the whole joy of millking, for me at least, is that both parties get something out of the experience.

For me personally, these include:

1) **Providing a New (and exhilarating) Experience**: Men are often asked to be active in the bedroom. Givers. Milking a man and helping him enjoy the slow experience of releasing his seed is rewarding for me….whether he is on all fours or just kicking back. I particularly love the look of surprise, pleasure, and ecstasy when a guy is on the receiving end of my hands, toys, lube, mouth, and prostate massage skills. He has no expectations other than enjoying the moment.

I [M] text her [F] ‘I need to use you’ Part 2 – The Striptease

Part 1 can be found [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/w6fx80/i_m_text_her_f_i_need_to_use_you/)

We walked back along the train carriage, she kept her head down to hide her cum stained, makeup ruined face. When we finally reached a seat with a table we sat opposite one another. My head was still swimming in a post orgasm brain fog. I noticed, not to my displeasure that she was running her tongue across her braces and seemed to be sucking the cum off them. It was about half an hour until we had to get off the train.

When my brain started to kick back into gear I noticed she was fidgiting and adjusting how she was sat. I looked at her and she tried to stop and smiled at me, but it wouldn’t hold, she soon reverted to shifting in her seat.

How I Became His Favorite Student

It was now 11am on the dot, class was over. I glanced up to see my classmates walk past me. Staying late was nothing new for me because I was obsessed with the class and my professor.

I reached over opened my purse and got one of my AirPods from my case. I turned on my favorite YouTuber Bailey Sarian and let the true crime podcast take me away.

Mid brush stroke I could feel someone standing next to me and to my surprise it was my professor. I don’t know why I was so surprised.. but he caught me off guard. True crime always made me a little antsy.

I proceeded to take my headphone out as I saw his lips move. He said with a smile “you’re doing a wonderful job my only suggestion is to go back over the lighter areas so they will pop”. I was used to his perfectionist critiques and I’d be lying if I said it was not one of the things I craved from him.

Not only was he passionate but he was honest and I admired that. He motivated me and that was enough to send the hairs on the back of my neck up.

[MF] Olivia’s Trainer Gives Her A Real Workout Part 2 [blowjob] [Pussy eating] [Denial] [Romance] [Fingering] [Multiple Orgasms]

Part 1:

[https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/wfevmd/mf_olivias_trainer_gives_her_a_real_workout_part/](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/wfevmd/mf_olivias_trainer_gives_her_a_real_workout_part/)

The next time I saw Olivia, it wasn’t at work, but the coffee shop just down the street.

“Are you busy tonight?” I was surprised by the question. She had never mentioned seeing each other outside of the gym setting before.

“No, why?”

“I want to see you. Outside of the gym that is. And I can give you a special reward for being so nice to me.”

“Why don’t you come by my place for dinner tonight? I’d love to see you outside of here. Just one thing…” she looked at me curiously.

“Let’s have a night together without worrying about anything else.” She smiled and nodded. It was a big step for me since I hadn’t had a woman in my place for a long time. We finished up and as she left, she leaned in to give me a kiss on the cheek and a hug.

[MF] Olivia’s Trainer Gives Her A Real Workout Part 1 [blowjob] [Pussy eating] [Denial] [Romance] [Fingering] [Multiple Orgasms]

I have been a personal trainer for a few years, and there are times when the benefits can outweigh the income that comes from the job. I took in a new client who got a recommendation to me a try.

She went back to the locker room to change. She emerged with her hair up in a ponytail, but was longer and cascaded over one shoulder. She wore only a tight white tank top, and cute black shorts that were tight enough to and easily make out every curve on her firm bottom and I could even see the hint of camel toe between her legs. There was no underwear evident at all, and I was definitely looking for it. Once I ripped my gaze away from her body she smiled, and we started to get warmed up. I was completely distracted by the fact that I was alone with such a beautiful woman wearing next to nothing, and I was going to get her sweating.

Two Friends Coming Home From The Bar Pt. 1 [mf]

We barely made it inside the front door of my apartment before I had my hands on her. I had been extremely tempted to slam her back into the cold metal door, but I wanted her naked more than I wanted her quickly. Once we got inside things started to fly.

We had made out at the bar, a place I had chosen specifically for it’s comfortable private booths. This may have started out as two friends catching up over a few drinks, but between her showing up in leather pants, and how quickly she had wanted to do shots I knew where this was going.

She was a small girl, barely five foot-two, so picking her up and carrying her was no problem. Her yelp of surprise as I picked her up by her waist was quickly replaced with a soft groan when I hoisted her higher gripping nothing but her ass. The leather stuck to my hands slightly, it gave pressing my hands into her round taunt ass a fun a texture. I had always loved sneaking peeks of her ass. Sje had wide hips, a large teardrop shape, and fuck was it ever firm.

Vanessa and her professor part 2 [20sF/30sM][con][oral][fiction][fantasy]

On Wednesday Vanessa spent a while deciding on just the right outfit for class. She chose a white ribbed crop top. If it was a bit too small and she usually wore it under things, well that was fine. A pair of high wasted wide legged jeans made the top a little less risqué. She spent extra time on her hair and makeup. She wanted her lips to look full and wet. Maybe that new bright pink lipstick she had purchased and never used?

In class Vanessa didn’t want to be obvious so she took her usual seat more towards the back. She tried to take notes. She felt like everytime she looked at the front of the class that he was staring at her. Towards the end of the lecture he walked around handing back the last homework assignment. She got a waft of his cologne as he walked by giving her the assignment back. Vanessa’s didn’t have a grade on top. Instead hers had a note *let’s meet to discuss. Office hour 7 pm.* One of Vanessa’s classmates noticed. “Bummer man,” they commented. Vanessa tried to look appropriately heartbroken but inside she was all butterflies. But 7pm!! His class ended at 11. What was she supposed to do for 8 hours!?