Blackmailed. Part 9 [Restrained, Freeuse, Gay, Public]

Part 9

I keep trying to free myself. I really don’t think I want this. I wish I had just walked away from this whole situation. I’m terrified about what is going to happen to me.

It seems like an age, tied in the middle of nowhere. In the middle of the day. Dressed in nothing more than my cage and buttplug. Here I am chained up ready to be used by whoever walks past or sees her message.

I hear twigs breaking, presumably under someone’s feet. Oh fuck, what if it’s just a dog walker. What if they call the Police? How will I explain what I am doing? What will my wife think?

“Mmmmm here he is boys!” I hear. I guess that’s my answer. I’m surprised she didn’t blindfold me. It might have been better if she did? “We’ve been looking for you. When we saw that woman you were with come back to the car park alone we knew she must have left you somewhere.”

I can’t see anything as they are standing behind me and the restraints are preventing me from turning around.

[MFM] Threesome on vacation (pt1.)

Me (37m) and my wife (37f) just celebrated our 17th anniversary. We decided to take a week vacation in a quiet mountain town.

She is 5’5 with a fantastic ass. DD perfect boobs. Brunette hazel eyes. Plump lips. Pretty much the perfect woman. I am 6’2 red hair, beard, athletic build.

We have been in the swinger lifestyle off and on for a few years. We have become ENM. For us it is just about the sex. We are not looking for emotional support for our hookups. We just have a high sex drive and enjoy some diversity.

We are excited for our vacation and have lots of plans. Ride a mountain coster, do a zip line, tubing down a river. All those plans went to shit when the weather turned bad and rained for our entire trip.

So we decided to go drinking at the local bars instead. Emily (my wife) decided to wear some short shorts and a loose fitting t-shirt that hung off one shoulder. She also decided not to wear panties or a bra. Her tits are after market so the are perky and fill out her top very nicely.

I 18[F] hooked up with an older couple more than double my age (48M, 42F)

**My NSFW Journal: June 4th, 2022**

**About me**

*I’m Hannah — 18 y/o, white, 5’4, and chubby. I have brown hair, green eyes, big boobs, a fat butt, thick thighs, and a shaven pussy. I’m not great at describing myself but those are the basics.*

I met Charles and Ava through Fetlife about a week ago and we’ve been talking in a group chat frequently ever since then. They are the first people I’ve met up with via Fetlife as I usually find my partners through Tinder or Bumble.

They are an older married couple — Charles is 48 and Ava is 42. The two of them are poly and in an open relationship, being with other people both alone or together. They usually have sex with people around their age so according to them I am the youngest person they’ve ever been with. Charles is also the oldest person I’ve been with as well.

Both of them are white. Charles medium length brown hair with some greying but not a lot. He’s pretty well in shape and athletic. He’s still thin but has good muscle definition. He keeps his facial hair cleanly shaven. He’s much taller than me — likely around 6’3 or 6’4. His dick is around 5 inches and thick with shaven hair.

[MFF]inding my girl was a quean, pt II

Background [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/v5gxde/think_about_her_when_you_cum_discovering_my_girl/).

A few weeks had passed since that incident, and while B and I had barely discussed it, she’d become more open about her interest in me and other women. She’d started picking porn out for me to watch whilst I fucked her, and kept pointing out when other women were checking me out – but we were still both cautious about pushing beyond the fantasy.

One Friday night, B, L and I went to a hosted a gathering for a few friends. It was a pretty casual thing summer thing, and B was dressed in a sundress which complemented her curves, whilst L showed off her legs with short shorts and a crop top that exposed her toned abs. It finished up about midnight, and we found ourselves chatting shit in the living room after our friends left. B and I were on the sofa, while L sat with her legs outstretched on the floor, facing us. None of us was exactly sober, but instead coasting the perfect amount of tipsiness. Our conversation drifted to dating, and L was telling us about the latest finance bro who’d messed us around. “It feels like no one wants to fuck me” she exclaimed. Without missing a beat, B replied. “J does.” (That’s me).

In college, I had a brief anal-only (mostly anal? anal-centric?) casual relationship with my cute, loner lab partner. Later, we reconnected at a reunion, and it resulted in fucking her while she was on a Zoom call the next morning. Check it out! [MF]

“I’ve masturbated on Zoom calls before,” Grace told me, her tanned knuckles gone white as she gripped the hotel desk, her muscular thighs spread before me, offering a glimpse of the tight ring of muscle gripping my swollen cock. She gasped as I worked another inch in, dribbling another happy dollop of lubricant onto my shaft. “But I’ve never taken it in the ass while discussing third-quarter sales figures.”

And now, the proverbial record scratch—there’s me, a charmingly unkempt high school English teacher celebrating the coming summer, pun intended. See my burly, hairy chest. See my beard, my tattoos, my gentle yet firm attitude, my red pen, forever poised to appraise pouting ponderings per poets primitive and present-day.

It’s always the ones you don’t expect [MF]

One of my best guy friends is a precious soul. Objectively he’s attractive but I’m just not attracted to him. For what it’s worth, I think he’d say the same thing about me. We once slept in the same bed when we were both single and there was absolutely no tension at all. My husband almost laughed when someone asked if he got jealous of how close I am with this person because the chemistry is not there.

*I know movies tell you that’s not the case and one person is always secretly pining, but sometimes there is simply nothing there. We’ve known each other for over a decade and have never even cuddled.*

Anyway, he’s such a precious spirit that when we were single I always worried about his lack of game. He hated dating apps and never seemed to put much effort into meeting people when we went out. He made plenty of friends though. Like we didn’t have to pay to drink at one of the bars we frequented because the owner found him so charming and just wanted us to hang with her.

[MF] How cat-sitting lent to something complicated. (part 2)

The next day I go to work as usual, do what I have to and during my lunch break I send a message to Jeanne.
“Hi, love, in the afternoon, around 17, I’ll take care of the cats. Will I find you and Commando?”
After a while she answers “His name is Robert and no, he’s with his wife, today. You’re safe.”.
Wife? – I think – Jesus Christ.
So while I’m going to my car, a colleague stops me to talk about a particular class and, since the talk is taking time, we decide to drink something.
I arrive at my friend’s home later than I thought and the cats express their resentment with high pitched screaming.
I’m cleaning the bowls and feeding them, when Jeanne enters.
“Are you still here?”, she asks, surprise.
“Yeah, I’m late.”
“I came for the Jacuzzi. I need a relaxing bath.” she explains with a smile.
“It’s your house, love.” I shrug.
She goes in the other room and I can hear the water running.
I’m slightly embarrassed and there’s this awkward silence that I don’t like.
“Any news from your parents?” I ask, just to say anything.
“They’re having fun, though it’s raining.” she says and enters the living room. She removed her shirt and I can see her tits squeezed in a black bra.
“OK.” I say trying to not stare at her boobs.
She goes back in the room and keeps talking “My little step sis is sick. Well, not ‘sick sick’, but she has like a bad cold or so”.
She comes back: jeans are gone, thong appeared. She has another tattoo on her left tight: a dragon starting from her ribs and ending at half of the tight.
“Nice…” I say, but I’m not really focusing.
“Do you like it?” she asks, happy “Dad was super angry, of course” she turns around to show it and I can see her ass: it’s definitely a nice view. “But I like it a lot. You have a dragon tattoo too, right?”
“Yep.” I say, while I mechanically pat one of the cats.
She smiles and goes back in the other room. I sigh deeply and then go to change the cats’ sand. Since I need a new bag, I go to the Jacuzzi room and open the closet. Jeanne is inside the water, some old hard rock music coming out of her mobile phone and she’s preparing a fag.
“Since when do you smoke?” I ask, while looking for the bag.
“A couple of months. It helps me relax. Do you wanna get high with me?”
“Fuck, is it pot?”
“Yes. Please, don’t say anything to dad, OK?”
“Well…”
“Uncle, you know what I will tell him, if you don’t cover me, right?”
“My lips are sealed.”
“Thanks, I love you.” she says, with a small bow.
I go to the other room and finish changing the sand. Then cuddle and play with the cats for a while, before going to the other room. The water arrives to her shoulders and she’s smoking, her eyes closed. The air is filled with the marijuana perfume and I have to admit that whoever planted it, put great effort in the result.
“OK, I’ve finished.” I say.
She opens one eye and smiles at me “Why don’t you jump in?”
“I don’t have bermudas” I explain.
“I’m naked, under the water.” she answers giggling.
“Jesus fucking Christ” I whisper.
“Come on, uncle, stop being such a pain in the ass, please.”
“I won’t enter the jacuzzi, love ”
“OK, at least sit here with me and let’s smoke together. When was it the last time you smoked pot?”
“It’s been a while” I admit, “I’m more of an alcohol guy.”
She nods and blows smoke out. I roll up my trousers and sit next to her, the legs in the water. She passes me the joint and I smoke, slowly: the smell keeps the promises.
“Your dealer knows what he’s selling.”
“Oh yes.” she says, while she’s taking the joint back.
“So, what happened today? Why did you need the relaxing bath?”
She makes a grimace.
“That motherfucker, Robert.”
“Uh hu.”
“His fucking wife.”
“Why are you involved with a married guy?”
“Why does any girl?”
“Are you in love?”
She laughs and passes me the joint.
“Yeah, when hell will freeze. No, I’m not. But I’m very competitive and that bitch beat me.”
“Well, honestly speaking, she’s entitled to.”
“I know.”
She slowly stands up and I can see her naked body: the water running down her young skin, the underboobs tattoo that makes her breast more intriguing, the shaved pussy.
“Jeanne…” I simply say.
She leans towards me and gives me a kiss on the cheek.
“Stop it…”
She takes the joint and smokes it, while dancing to a power ballad by The Foreigners. Then she again leans to me and kisses my lips, before licking them.
“We shouldn’t…” I say, but I know I’m talking to myself.
“I know, but I like doing things I should not do. And I always liked you” she adds, with a nice smile and a wink. “So, to thank you for all the Sunday movies at the cinema with popcorn and the trip to the circus and for teaching me how to swear in Italian, can you please let me do a small thing for you?”
I don’t say anything, she kisses my lips again and hugs me, my shirt goes wet and she passes her hands on my body. When she arrives at my trousers she unzips them and puts her hand inside, touching my semi hard cock.
“Uncle, I didn’t imagine…” she whispers in my ear, before licking my neck.
“You’re terrible…”
“There is at least one thing I’m good at.”
She kneels and helps me to quit my trousers and underwear. She grabs my cock and starts masturbating me, while looking at it.
“You know one thing? This is my first uncle’s cock.”
“Yeah, well, let’s hope it’s also the last one.”
She looks at me with those incredible, beautiful green eyes and laughs. “Never say never”.
She goes down and licks the tip before moving with the tongue all along, straight to the balls. She licks and sucks them, while masturbating. When she takes my rock hard cock in her mouth I let out a moan, almost a scream.
“Fuck you’re really good.” I say, before smoking the joint.
“Many hours of simulation, Sir” she says, before starting sucking it again.
I can feel her drooling all over my cock, my balls getting wet while she deep throats herself. She moves quickly and, at every dive, my cock goes deeper in her mouth. I pass a hand on her back and I lean to squeeze her ass, slapping it.
“Uncle…” she says, giggling “no slapping, it makes me super horny…”
She looks at me in the eyes, while licking my cock in all its length.
“Fuck…” I moan.
She sucks with passion and lust, she stops one second to kiss me and it’s a real kiss, with tongue and everything.
She goes back to sucking my cock and I can feel I’m almost there.
“I’m coming, love…”
She starts to masturbate me again and points the tip of my cock against her tits. I come, emitting a growl and my cum finishes on her chest and quickly runs down her tits ending in the water.
“My God, you were great.”
“Thanks, uncle.” she says, kissing my cheek.
I lie on my back and watch the ceiling, trying to understand which camion hit me.

Kassie must earn her panties – Part 2 [bd] [Mdom]

*Author Note: part 1 got mixed responses… but maybe you’ll like part 2!*

[Read Chapter 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/hellokassierose/comments/v6ytt5/adventures_of_kassie_kassie_must_earn_her_panties/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)

As soon as her ankles were securely fastened to the bed, this got serious. Mr Roberts is good at knots; the rope is taut and resistant to even the slightest of movements. The pillow under the small of Kassie’s back prevents her from moving her pussy down, while the ropes prevent her lifting herself up. Spread-eagled on full display, everything that happens now is up to Mr Roberts.

He begins with a light fingertip touch across Kassie’s ribs. Kassie’s small breasts were covered with white lace and her nipples were stood to attention, poking up through the fabric. The touch was tantalising, irresistible… Kassie took a deep breath in to control her thoughts.

Fingertips trailed slowly downwards, no way to stop them as they pass the cute little belly button and arrive at the labia. Mr Roberts circled the area in feather light touches, teasing, testing, arousing. Her pussy begins to glisten as he pulls gently at her lips and leans in to blow softly onto her clit.

My Fucking Daughter Part III [MFF]

*I really advice you to read* [*Part I and Part II*](https://www.reddit.com/r/dirty_boy69/comments/urm3cw/my_fucking_daughter/) *first. Enjoy your read.*

It took some time until I had build up enough courage to ask my daughter if she wants to fuck her own father. My wife and decided that it would be the best way to get her into our bed. And that I had to take the first step after our daughter confessed her desire to her. Reason for her stating that: Seducing her just would take too long, and had no guarantee of success.

So one day when my daughter and I were home alone, I took everything I had together. I asked her if she wants to join me in, watching some nice movie on TV together. With a huge smile on her face she just said: “Yes, daddy, I’d love too.”

We met up in the living room some time later, sat down on the sofa, snacks ready to go. We were sitting next to each other, but not so close that our bodies touched. I threw on some funny comedy, we enjoyed watching it. About half in the movie – I took me so long to pull the stunt – I just asked her: “So you told mom that you want to fuck me?”

[Bi][MFMF] Amanda’s Saturday Part 1: The Morning After the Key Party.

The sound of the bathroom door gently closing was enough to disrupt Amanda’s sleep. She blinked the tiredness away as she awoke in an unfamiliar bedroom. She looked to her right and saw Christopher snoozing next to her. Chris was in his late twenties, contrasting Amanda’s early forties. His black hair was in a tight crew cut, his handsome face seemed to hold a cheeky grin even as he slept. His muscular chest shoulders, so much larger and more defined than her husbands, were visible above the blanket that hid the rest of his body. Amanda thought back to last night with fondness and suddenly hoped they’d have time for round, what, 3? 4 maybe? Another round in any case before she was picked up.

The bathroom door opened again and Chris’s husband, Timothy, was standing in the doorway. Amanda sat up in bed to regard him, letting the blanket fall off her body, baring her expensive, D cup breasts. Tim was much smaller than Chris, 5’6” compared to Chris’s 6’2”, and much slimmer, though still in good shape. He had a smug grin on his pretty face, which was framed by black curls. Amanda’s eyes traced down his slim body, to the thick 8 inch monster hanging between his legs, out of all proportion to the relatively small man it was attached to.