The lawn

She had a service handle her landscaping. Being single & working left her little time for socializing, let alone domestic chores. Usually they came during the week but for the last few weeks, someone had been coming on the weekend. It was mildly annoying but the guys that did the work were young & usually shirtless. That made up for any inconvenience.

This particular weekend, she was feeling “randy”. She put on a snug tank top & shorts sans panties. She took her drink out to the porch, to the swing in the shade. Thinking she was out of view of the men, she propped her legs up, allowing the breeze to waft up her loose shorts.

As the work seemed to be winding down, she noticed one of the guys had been working in the bed adjacent to the porch for some time. She asked if she could get him anything, he replied no but asked if she minded if he cleaned up a bit before he left. She gave him directions to the upstairs bath.

My girlfriend’s MILF mom — aka Why Dani won’t talk to me anymore [mF] [fuckin’]

She cheated on me, that bitch. I slam Dani’s bedroom door and storm down the hall. She’s crying, but I head downstairs to get out of the house. I’m almost to the front door when her mom calls to me from the living room.

“Ben, what’s going on?” she hollers.

I don’t want to get to talk about this, especially not with her. “Nothing, Mrs Tyler. I’m taking off.” I’m shouting loud enough for Dani to hear. Let her be the one to explain this to her mom.

“Come here, Ben, talk to me,” Mrs Tyler says.

I want nothing more than to leave. But Mrs Tyler, well, she’s a MILF. And I’ve just noticed that she’s wearing nothing but a sports bra and yoga pants. And because of this, and since I won’t be coming around here anymore, I head into the living room and sit down on the couch next to Mrs Tyler.

A Good Day for Jean

They wanted superwoman. They wanted her to be able to juggle twenty things at once and still be the gracious, self-controlled executive that everyone wanted to see. Jean cursed them under her breath, but the drive that was in her, urged her to rise to the challenge. Pushing aside the feeling of pressure, she started to organize. Organization was her forte. She had always had an analytical ability to detach herself from a situation and look at it merely as a problem with a definite solution. This was going to work out, but she needed to make some calls. First, was to her personal trainer.

“Tony, this is Jean. Yeah, hey. I know I’ve been too busy this week to do anything other than my morning treadmill at home. I need to clear my head, so I was wondering if you could come here and train me at the company gym. Yeah, I know its pitiful, but I can’t get out today and I really need a workout to help me think. Look nobody ever uses it so there won’t be any problem waiting for a turn at the equipment. OK, thanks Tony, your are a gem. Its in the basement, I’ll clear you to go down there, just give them your name at security. OK, how about now? OK, I’ll see you in 15. Bye.”

Ariana Femdom Story (mf | cons | latex | bdsm)

**Part 1**

Today was my second weekend of being a professional sexual sub for the Hollywood elite. Last weekend I was with Elle, this week I was not told who I would be with. I pull up to a large house, the driver tells me that I have to come with him. He walks me to the house, unlocking the door and letting me inside. Then he tells me to follow him as he walks towards the back of the house. He takes me down stairs to the basement, at this point I’m getting a little worried about the situation. The room looks like a dungeon, but cleaner. The man tells me to go stand in the corner under this metal hook hanging from the ceiling. I walk to the corner and stand there. I am told to remove all of my clothes and put them in a bag, afterwards he puts chains on my hands and hangs it from the hook. The chains are cold, tight, and heavy. He tells me that Ariana will be home after the concert tonight, leaving the room without anything more being said. I stand in the corner chained to the ceiling wondering if this could really be Ariana, the petite little woman who plays to sold out concerts around the world. If this is true I can not wait for her to get home and dominate me.

Ashlee Gets Seduced Mia During Freshman Orientation (ff | virgin | college girls)

Today was the first day on campus for all of us new students at Lincoln University, I had to attend the freshman orientation for new students since it was my first year. When I first heard about the lame ways the counselors try to get you adjusted to college life through activities, I was looking for anyway out of having to attend. Luckily I knew if I could make it through the initial meeting, I may be able to sneak away after check in. As I walked up to the check in desk, I looked around seeing the students I would be joining at the university this year. Most were younger than 25. That was the majority of people going soon after high school, while others were in their later years in life. I felt young compared to most of the people checking in at the desk covered in student identification cards, being only 18 and straight out of high school. A feeling of overwhelming anxiety filled my body as I gave my name to the slightly older girl at the desk. Suddenly I felt like I was a kid surrounded by adults, all alone in a new college. The moment the girl gave me my plastic badge on a red lanyard I took off across the courtyard. Passing the groups of students meeting for the first time and getting to know their new peers. I kept walking until I seen an area with less people. Turning a corner I saw a building that was not littered with people around the main doors. Walking in through the double wide glass doors, entering into a large library full of books. Inside there was only a few students walking around the lobby, so I went to the second floor where I saw no one else. Finally I felt my heart rate begin to slow down as my breathing calmed. It was rare that I felt so encumbered by the feeling of social anxiety. I sat down on a lounge chair while I relaxed my body to settle down. Then I seen a short Indian girl who was pushing a cart around full of books. She was putting away the returned books in their location on the shelves. My eyes could not help but stare as I seen the beautiful brown skinned girl walking around in a red dress. It was loose on the girl’s small frame, yet somehow showed just enough of her body’s natural curves. Before today in college I lived in a small rural town, with little diversity in the tiny community. This was the first time I had seen an Indian in real life. Something about her was so beautiful, maybe it was the exotic outfit, or the experience of seeing a new race, or maybe it was just my emotions adjusting to college life. Either way I could not stop checking out the girl in the library, barely five foot tall as she stood just a head higher than the cart of books. Normally I was the shy girl who would never introduce myself to make new friends, but something came over me when I seen her catch me staring. Instead of looking at me like I was crazy, she smiled with her dark pink lips before returning to the books. That smile was like a spell that controlled my body, because almost uncontrollably I began to walk over to the Indian girl. When I got to the opposite side of the cart, I put my hand on the handle and introduced myself. “Hi, I’m Ashlee! It’s my first day and thought I would introduce myself. I’ll be spending a lot of time here in the library anyways.” I said with a nice friendly smile. She looked up from her books as I spoke, giving me a full view into her dark brown eyes that shined like marbles in the white florescent light. “Hey Ashlee, I’m Mia! It’s nice to meet someone who still respects physical books.” The cute Indian girl said as she restocked the shelves. We talked the entire time she put away books from the cart. Getting to know about each other and the type of books we were into. The two of us had many common favorite authors, with a mutual respect for the different styles of writing. By the time the cart was empty, Mia asked if I wanted to hang out during her break. Of course I agreed immediately. Afterwards feeling like a bit of a loser since I seemed over enthusiastic.

I(m24) fuck my boss (32) for a promotion

When I started working at a national park I was only working as a maintenance worker. I shoveled snow, cleaned up roadkill and fixed broken toilets at the hotels.

The regional manager was the kind of lady that walked into a room and you could just tell she was in charge. She lived at the park like the rest of us so she did a lot of hiking and climbing. So she had an amazing physique, she always wore this tight black skirt and heels at work.

She ran the hotels, all three, she would jump into her work truck and drive to the other hotels to make a personal appearance making sure everything was going smoothly.

One day I was called over the radio to head over to the fanciest of the hotels and move some furniture. I’m greeted at the door by her but she seems a little disappointed.

“Are you the only guy they sent? I have to get the hall ready I need more than one person. ”

[M]aking Someone Else’s Girlfriend my [F]ree-Use Slut (Part 2)

The next time Kayla and I hung out that summer was a pool party at our mutual friend Cindy’s house. I should point out at this point that my on again off again girlfriend Jess would usually be a part of this group of friends and her and Kayla happened to go to the same university though barely knew each other. As far as I can remember I think a buddy had texted me that Jess wasn’t coming and that’s when I headed for the party. At the time I wouldn’t have been intentionally avoiding her but just knew better than to flirt with other girls in front of her whether we were together or not.

I’m pretty sure it was late afternoon when I showed up to the house, probably 15-20 people in Cindy’s parents backyard. Kayla was sitting at a patio table with Jeff under a big umbrella wearing a one piece black bathing suit that had a black and white polka dot skirt. I think the skirt was a little bit about self consciousness with all the other girls running around in their barely there bikinis. I thought she looked amazing though, tinier legs than I would have thought and more cleavage than the rest of them put together. Her and I hadn’t talked after the night a couple weeks before when she had given me a handjob (Part 1).

Was I rape-baited? (CNC/dubCon, MF)

Long story, bear with me. It happened the day before yesterday (Friday), but I won’t know the results until next weekend.

A bit of background. My friend Mike got married last year and he and his lovely new wife, Susanna, bought a new home in January. They had been planning to have a housewarming party, but those plans were paused due to the COVID-19 lockdown, and now that the British goverment has started to relax the restrictions he and his wife decided to have a combined housewarming/1st anniversary party.

There were three groups of people at the party; peeps from his work (bus driver), from Susanna’s work (chef) and from their shared hobbies (movies and boardgames). I was in the third group. It was one of his work friends, Mary, who made the night interesting. I’d never met her before that night, as mike was the only shared friend we had.

The Piano Room [MF] [18+TEEN]

Dedicated to a dear friend. He says he enjoys my smut, and though I don’t believe him, his encouragement is always keeping me going. I hope I can do the same for him when he needs it. This is what should have happened way back then.

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Bryce threw his small backpack on the ground, between the wall and the electric piano stand. He was happy to be able to chill out for a few moments. No one else was in the classroom yet. It was lunch break so he had a while to goof off before the music teacher would be there, so he pulled out his phone to check to see if Kristy had messaged him.

“I’m gonna need you to pick me up before the game and then drive me to Tessa’s house after.” She said. He sighed. God she was a bitch. He had told her that he was staying after school today and riding the bus to and from the game. He had told her multiple times that he didn’t want to drive her.

“Sweetie I told you already I couldn’t tonight. I’m riding the bus with the boys” he texted back quickly.

[F] I’m 20 and I’ve been getting free DoorDash by showing off my body to my delivery guy!

I [20F] have gotten free Doordash multiple times recently in exchange for showing off my body to my delivery guy.

I’m a college gal home for the summer (and COVID). Like many others, I’ve been using Doordash a lot both for safety and convenience. And also like most people, DD in my area leaves the food outside your door for contactless delivery. I’ve used it regularly since I’ve been home and it’s always been normal. That changed about a week and a half a go.

Due to the heat of the summer and because I like being comfy at home, I often hang out in large, flowy tshirts. I usually wear short track shorts or no pants at all, and I go barefoot. Last Monday I ordered food. When it was delivered I went out to the porch in this outfit, still barefoot, to get it. I took a quick glance in the bag as I was picking it up, when I heard a shout of “All good?”

I looked up. The yell had come from a Hispanic guy, probably in his mid-30’s, who was sitting in a car by my curb with the window rolled down. I live in a suburban area with a bunch of cars parked in the street so I hadn’t taken notice of one more.