Tag: Swingers

The Idiot’s Guide To Making A Slut [FF, MC]

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**Creating The Slut Mindset**

Over the course of several months, my anticipation had built up. From the moment we’d started sending each other e-mail and silly flirtations outside of it all, I just knew that she was going to be mine. I *had* to have her, and I didn’t even know what she really looked like. But none of that really mattered—she was my type.

Clay, begging to be molded.

Everything was going exactly like I wanted to, each detail had been painstakingly thought through, pre-arranged, and replayed in my head obsessively. Time was crucial, now, and I couldn’t afford a mistake.

I finally convinced her to visit me despite her protests of not having sufficient funds to drive, or fly out. So I played the role of the Good Samaritan, and offered to purchase them myself. I even arranged for her hotel accommodations.

Despite her insistence that she’d pay every cent of it back and repeatedly telling me that she couldn’t accept it as a gift, I knew she was more than grateful. She was in my debt. She knew it.

The game was starting out perfectly. Read more »

You’re a good student but I’d prefer to make you bad (Mf)

The classroom is sweltering as the clock hits 4:57pm. Only a few minutes of detention left. 

My first ever, completely unexpected, I had whispered to my friend MacKenzie in his class and that was that, I was told to stay behind. 

Of course, I didn’t necessarily mind, I got to take in the full spectacle of Mr. Laurent, a French whirlwind of gorgeousness. Tanned, long-flowing black locks contouring his face, shaping the piercing hazel eyes that would leave your heart beating more than a little faster each time.  He was my most interesting teacher by far, English literature, he made the pages come alive, he made learning fun. It was more than a bonus that he was the crush of every girl in my year too.  It was almost a shame I was only going to be able to take him in in my final year of school before college, just after turning eighteen. After the next few months he was gone out of my life… forever. Read more »

[Mm] [oral] [swing] Asking Frank for a booty call

I shot off a text to Frank at about ten-thirty in the morning, hoping he was up. My cock annoyingly and stubbornly hard as I did it. My wife lay next to me, a teasing smile on her face as she read her book. Fuck, I hope he responded soon.

He didn’t. It took another forty minutes before I heard the ding chime from my phone. By that time, I’d already made coffee and straightened up the house a bit, my cock having subsided and my desire’s flames having cooled. That *ding* pulled all of that to the surface again.

Hopeful anticipation filled my chest as I hurriedly I made my way back to my phone, flipping it around and unlocking it. Yep, it was him.

“Of course I’m around, little one. Is everything alright?” I blushed at his pet name for me and my cock pulsed. Fuck, I still wasn’t used to another man having a pet name for me. It was both heartwarming and embarrassing.

“Yes, sir, everything’s fine. I just really – “ I stopped typing for a few seconds, working my jaw, unable to get my fingers to type the words. I poured myself another cup of coffee before continuing. Read more »

Saturday Morning

For weeks and weeks I have felt a mess inside. Your face and body running through my mind. As I sit here alone, I think about what it would look like to see you standing at my counter, wearing those stockings and panties… Your behind glowing from the soft light coming in through the front windows of my apartment. You looking back at me with a naughty grin, teasing…wanting me to come to you…

I’m getting ahead of myself! Let me back up and put into words what goes through my mind every free moment…

It’s early morning and I get a text from you, you’re on your way over…you end the sentence with a devil emoji… I hop up out of bed and make sure that I’m showered and ready before you arrive. The anticipation is killing me, but I know that it will be worth it in the end… While I shower, my cock is already a bit erect thinking about you…I stroke it a bit while the warm water washes over me. My mind racing with the thoughts of how I want to just rip open your shirt, exposing your breasts… I must control myself, I think to myself, I can’t do that! I quickly finish up my shower and get dressed, you’ll be here soon! Read more »

Adventures with Amy Part 5 – Halloween: The Sequel [cuckold] [MFF]

(this directly continues from part 4)

I woke up the next morning when I heard Amy moving quietly, trying her best not to disturb me. The sun had already risen, but I decided to keep my eyes closed and pretend to be asleep. It had been a long night, and it was the weekend.

I felt Amy moving on the bed next to me, then felt my blanket being lifted from my legs up, stopping below my chest. I resisted the urge to peek, unsure if I was calling Amy’s bluff or if she genuinely thought I was sleeping. Then suddenly I felt a wet warmth enveloping my cock, which was already hard with morning wood. A moan escaped from my mouth.

“Aha!” Amy got up from where she was kneeling and loomed over me. “I knew you weren’t sleeping!”

“Ughhh. Can’t you let me sleep in, babe?” I groaned back.

“But it’s 2!” Amy replied, hitting me lightly.

Jesus Christ. It was 2?! I’d thought it was 10, 11 at latest. But I stayed still and quiet, trying to fall back asleep, until I felt Amy’s mouth on my cock again. Read more »

[MF] [FF] [Group] The Foursome That Came After

What would be considered a sequel to “Our First Threesome,” this is the story of the second encounter we shared with not just Kate, but also her boyfriend at the time, Joe. He was on the short side, average build, dark eyes and short black hair, typical run of the mill white kid. If you haven’t read the previous entry, Kate was a skinny pale Irish girl with a B-cup and full red bush. Jess was short with brown hair and was tan, tattooed, and a little chubby with 36DD’s and a shaved pussy. Read more »

I Finally Fucked My Friend’s Hot Boyfriend [MF] [FF]

I arrived at Amy’s wearing a barely-there bikini, turquoise. The top lifts my breasts to a position that makes my Bs look like Cs. The bottoms are made of practically nothing, forming a nice little V just above my ass and promptly disappearing. A piece of fabric barely larger than a post-it note covers my nether regions. I’m sure if I bend over, the boys, and girls, can get a little peak if they wish. It’s my go to swimsuit for parties, especially if I want a little nighttime after-party action. And I usually do. Under my bikini was a short little sundress, hitting me well above mid-thigh, of a slightly darker color, teal. It was shear in spots, almost see through, perfect for going over a swimsuit. Chris greeted me at the door. He is Amy’s boyfriend and it’s his birthday. I’ve been crushing on Chris ever since he started dating my best friend. He hugged me at the door, pulling me into him, his bare chest pressed against me; insta turn on. He is off limits, he’s my best friend’s boyfriend, but that doesn’t mean that I haven’t fantasized about him. It doesn’t mean that I haven’t stared at my ceiling while fucking myself with a vibrating dildo and climaxing to the thought of him moving in and out of me. Read more »

[FM] Cirque du Soleil

I dated the sweetest guy. I told him I’d never really seen a professional live show, and I’d always wanted to see Cirque du Soleil. Just in conversation. This was pretty soon after we started seeing each other. On my way too and from work, I was seeing a billboard advertising their latest show. I couldn’t see how I could afford to go, though, or who would want to go with me. Then one day, he told me he’s got tickets to the show, for him and I. It was a couple months away. I don’t live in a city, so he planned for us to make a little getaway out of it. We’d get a hotel and go to the show. He booked the tickets for the afternoon, so that we would have the evening left to do other things in town.

We had been talking for a while about going to one of the clubs in the city. A swingers/sex club. Neither of us had ever been to one; each of us was the other’s first really sexually open partner, and it was something we wanted to try togeher. Since the club didn’t open until 8, we made a plan to go to the afternoon show, then get dinner, then go to the club together. Read more »

Employee Discipline (A F/m spanking story)

“Good afternoon, Cameron. Shut the door please.” Her words were chilling. I reluctantly obeyed, knowing that the phrase “shut the door please” was generally not followed by words of praise, or congratulation.

“Have a seat. I need to talk to you about something,” she said matter of factly.

I swallowed hard, and took a slow, deep breath. I didn’t want her to see how small I felt when she called me into her office like this. I sat down, crossed my right leg over my left, trying to take a confident posture. I placed one hand on each leg, and looked at her directly. 

“Sure…what’s up Candace?” My voice betrayed me. It was shaky, and timid.

“Cameron, how long have you worked here?”

Immediately, I knew where the conversation was headed. My sales numbers were down, and I had been late a couple times the previous week. “Three months,” I replied.

“And how many chances have I given you to improve your performance?” her words hung ominously in the air. My mouth went dry.

She stared directly at me, callously refusing to break eye contact. Read more »