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PLAYING AT THE OFFICE CH2 [FM]

His attention had shifted to my hand between my legs, but I kept mine fixed on his face. I enjoyed watching his face contort in pleasure and misery, how his gaze darkened with the hazy want that my motions were creating to arise within him.

Heat rushed through me, reaching my legs and belly. As I slipped a finger under the lace, feeling my clit without the barrier, my cheeks burned.

I lifted one leg, setting the heeled foot on one of the chair’s arms, and his attention didn’t miss it, traveling down the length of my leg so close to him and back up to where I now work for a second hand in, one finger slipping in and out of me.

At some time, my mind began to wander, and I closed my eyes, leaned my head backward, and allowed myself to drift in the warm sea of bliss. I gasped, biting my lip as the most powerful wave approached, and I was ready to meet it with glee.

“Stop,” he said, his voice harsh and hard. It was a command, and I couldn’t defy it. Read more »

Forbidden Love; Part 3 (M28/F27) (Cheating) (Solo Play, Oral, Sex, Cum Covered) [F POV]

The morning sun was beating down, warming my body as I was in the backyard on the patio doing a yoga routine. It was already in the 90s so I was breaking a light sweat. It was quiet since everyone was in the house showering and getting ready. We still had a two hours before we were going into town for lunch and shopping so I came out to stretch and get a light workout in before showering. I was in downward facing dog as I heard the gate unlatch and swing open. I peaked through my legs and saw Bill walk in, shirtless with a pair of black shorts that stopped an inch or two above his knees. He had gone for a run and his sweaty body sparkled in the sunlight. As he strolled towards me to get to the door I dropped to me knees to get into cow pose and lowered my chest to the ground, keeping my ass straight up in the air to give him a nice view as he got closer. I was wearing a white and black spotted pair of high-waisted spandex shorts and a white sports bra. I peaked my head back and saw he was looking at me so shook my ass back and forth a bit for him and started getting wet as he bit his lower lip while staring at my ass. “Beautiful views out here, huh?” I asked. “Out of this world” he responded. I was always fairly conservative with guys in the past but I loved pushing the boundaries with him. He made me feel like no one ever has before and I didn’t feel ashamed at all by making myself a sex object for him. “I need to get inside before I do something that will get me in trouble” he says. I raised my torso up, now kneeling on the ground. “Where’s the fun in that?” I respond as I give him a wink. As he continues toward the door I can’t help myself but check him out. His muscular legs, defined arms and back cause me to get even more wet. Read more »

I bet his best friend tastes better than him…. (part 2)

A loud beeping noise awakes me to another dreadful work morning. 9 am. I try to turn on my phone but it’s dead. No surprise I didn’t plug it in last night. I get dressed and drive to work. I make my way to the timeclock ignoring C angrily staring at me. “Where were you? Why haven’t you answered?” “Phone died” I say as I show him my black screen. Truthfully I just didn’t care to text him back. I don’t even care that he’s upset right now. “It’s not hard to let someone know you’re okay before-” he went on and on but I stopped listening. I turn a corner and bump into R. “Omg I’m so sorry” my face growing red as he assures me there’s nothing to worry about. “And the least you could have done was plug in your pho-” C yells as he turns the corner behind me. I yank my body around and yell “I need a break” before even realizing what I was saying. C doesn’t say anything and walls away with his head down. My mouth still wide open in astonishment at my words. “You might want to close that” I hear R muffle. I laugh it off and excuse myself. I head to the cooler, a normal stress relief spot quickly turned into a new crying foundation. It wasn’t a cry because of the situation, it was a bit of relief like maybe I can go back to breathing again. It’s probably for the best anyway. If he really loved me he would’ve said something instead of walking away. I felt bad because he was a nice guy. And he tries but he isn’t you. What the hell. I’m supposed to bed sad why am I thinking about R again. I hear a click and the door swing open. Fuck I don’t need some random coworker asking if I’m okay and all that bullshit they all do to get the most information out for show and tell to the whole store. I grab a water bottle and quickly make my way to the door. I run straight into R. “What are you doing here” “I came to check on you” his words leaving me breathless. I wanted to ask why but my throat became dry and my heart started to race. I kissed him instead of speaking, his big lips softer than his fingers. I pulled back, embarrassed I did that. He grab my face gently and pulled me back in. He kissed me, longer this time. He began to kiss my neck and a feeling I had forgotten existed arose. I wanted him badly.

I bet his best friend tastes better than him…(part one)(all 18+ involved)

My back ached from the pain of lifting boxes over and over again. It was a never ending job working in grocery on a truck day. My boyfriend C patting my back as if to tell me it’s almost over. A sweet gesture but always poorly timed as his phone rang alarming him that his shift was over. 2 more hours for me. C kisses me on the cheek and tells me to have a good day. The back doors swing open and before C leaves he high-fives R who just started his shift. I never understood their friendship, Cs loud and I read him like a book the moment I met him but R- hes quiet and mysterious. Its interesting because its like nobody knows him. Seems like he likes it that way. I must’ve been thinking a bit too long when R touches me on my shoulder and says “he just left you already miss him?” He joked. “Haha yea” I yelled, having been caught off guard by how much I enjoyed his touch. So soft, gentle. This is our first time interacting without C there. I figured it would be silent and awkward but it felt different. R grabbed a rail “come on let’s take this before they make us unload the rest” I had forgotten the other two people went on a 15 min break until they walked through the door. They don’t really talk so it was hard to notice they were gone. R looked at me as he pulled the rail. It sent shivers down my spine. Why is he looking at me that way. Maybe I’m overthinking it. He turns back around and makes his way to aisle 12. I remembered he always chose this aisle first. Maybe it was because less people to deal with, or maybe- yep my exact thought happened in real life. His head turned downwards as a phone screen lit up his face, his thumbs moving so quickly. Who is he texting. Why did I want it to be me. He catches me looking and smiles “if you want my snap, just ask” holy shit can he read my fucking mind. I stare at him blankly and before I can say anything he grabs a box of baby diapers “relax I was just kidding”. He said it differently and his expression looked a bit hurt before be turned and walked to aisle 10. Great I fucked that up. I start stocking the shelves and it feels like hours and he still hasn’t returned. Where is he?. I pushed the thought out of my mind and pulled the empty rail to the backroom. Beep. That annoying ring was relieving to hear. I packed up my tiny black book bag and headed out. I checked my phone, 2 texts from C❤️, I’ll answer them later. I went home and took a shower. The warm water running down my body. His fingertips. The thought came out of nowhere but it was uncontrollable. The rush I got from his touch was like warm water caressing every single part of you. It was so warm and comforting you wanted more. That’s what I wanted, I wanted more of him. Give him more reasons to touch you. Any reason. I couldn’t think of any. I turned the water off and wrapped around a towel. The steam from the shower causing my overanlayzing head to get dizzy. I headed to my bedroom. A half of a shared basement, the depressing walls covered with cherished memories. I sat down on my queen sized bed and gaze into the conveniently placed mirror. I let the towel down. I wonder what R would think. A wave of shame and guilt come over me. I feel disgusting looking at another man that way. I try to blame the lustfulness on my exhaustion, getting dressed I convince myself im just tired. I need some rest before tomorrow’s shift anyway. I turn on my netflix comedies and drift off to bed.

First job out of college and had sex in on a medical office bed [MF]

There are moments in my sex life that I remember very vividly, this is one of them. My first job out of college was for this non-profit that provided community health services. My then girlfriend was a 5’1 super cute Asian with small B size tits but a very nice ass. She had a very cute girl next door vibe but was secretly a freak in the sheets.

During my first week one late summer, I being the new employee wanted to make a good impression and that included volunteering for duties and tasks nobody wanted. There was a evening community health event that took place at the office and following the event, the supervisor was obviously beat and asked if I was ok to clean up and close out the office by myself, which I agreed to willingly. After she left, I got a text from my gf asking where I was and told her I was at the office, and asked if she wanted to swing by to take a look at my new digs. Read more »

Sixth Circle – Vol. 1 [MFF][Supernatural Fiction][Long][18+]

We all shuffled forward another few steps. That I should be in this queue at all was an insult to my lord, but They were entirely unlikely to address the insult. She counted on that, I was sure.

Poggle cast it’s gaze about nervously at my heel. The impish little freak that served as my thrall seldom left our domain with me, but even it’s miserable company was better than my own. The skittish wretch had assuredly noticed that I wasn’t garbed as the rest of the parishioners were, lacking the loose brown hood and robe that the thousand other waiting beings wore.

I wasn’t here as one of them though, so I didn’t see any need to don the supplicant’s dress; this evident difference was surely the sole contributing factor in my exclusion from the idle chatter and gossip that others around me partook in.

“Nearly a hundred years I’ve stood in this infernal line, at least!” squelched one near me his compatriot.

“How would you even know that, you thrice damned fool?” she retorted. They fell to fits of giggling. To find humor in the apparent lack of time in this place is about as banal an excuse for conversation I could possibly imagine. Might as well talk about the weather. Read more »

In the middle of sex on Sunday, I (25F) asked him (53M) to fuck me in front of a mirror so I could watch. I think I have a new kink… 😬💦 [FM]

So there I am, last Sunday afternoon, with all six and a half inches my fuck buddy/sugar daddy’s cock inside me. I’m face-down on my bed in my apartment, thighs spread wide apart, with him on top prone-boning me. One of my favorite positions. I’d already cum once.

My cheek was pressed against the bed and I’m just there biting my lip and moaning as he thrusts, and by chance my head is pointed towards the door of my room, where I have a full-length mirror. I get an idea then. I look back at him and put a hand on his stomach to pause him, and said: “Hey, I want you to fuck me in front of the mirror, so I can watch.”

He just grins. “Get your ass on the floor, babe.”

So he pulls out and I hop down and crawl over on my hands and knees so I’m facing the mirror. (Thank god I’ve got a thick rug…) I wasn’t sure what it would look like, exactly, but I look at enough of “plow cam” porn that I was curious if it might be fun to watch myself getting fucked. So I got down low, spread my legs and offered my ass up to him (remember ladies, [follow best practices for this!](https://www.reddit.com/user/MarissasPlaylist/comments/v9fwai/can_confirm_this_is_actually_useful_there_should/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)). Read more »

Taylor swifts special weekend with her mistress Selena Gomez [celeb] [humil] [bdsm] [D/s] [watersports]

Concert tours were always stressful for Taylor, they were a lot of work, a lot of pressure to perform, a lot of decisions on venues and and choreography to make. Too many decisions, too many responsibilities, too much stress, and her best friend Selena Gomez knew this. Which is why after each of her tours ended, Selena would summon Taylor to her, and today Selena had done just that.

[Taylor](https://i.pinimg.com/736x/00/c3/a8/00c3a8de05dbbb9e795505a1a802f98e–taylor-swift-hot-taylors.jpg) arrived at Selena’s house at 8pm sharp, dressed in a red dress with a plunging neck line and a high slit on her right leg, the one Selena had asked her to wear when she texted her. Like always when coming to see Selena, she wore no underwear and made sure her makeup was perfect. She walked into Selena’s home, her heart racing, wondering what her friend and Mistress had in store for her today. She found [Selena](https://imgur.io/7Y2wNDC?r) sitting on the couch, wearing a red dress that was much more conservative than the one she asked Taylor to wear, one leg tucked behind the other. Read more »

Diplomacy Gone Wrong [M/F][Rape][Torture][BDSM][Kidnapping]

Awakening on her seventh day of capture, or what felt like her seventh day of capture, Vernilia still couldn’t comprehend her predicament. As a princess and sole heir to the throne of Kragalla, she expected a certain level treatment, even as a prisoner. Certainly she expected to be at least fed regularly and have access to water or wine. Being chained to the ceiling, her feet not touching the ground, while the cold iron of the manacles dug into her wrists. Left to relive herself in her own clothes and what they didn’t catch simply hitting the floor below her.

Time was hard to keep track of time during the winters of the northern wastes. Where the sun sets and doesn’t rise for another 4 months. There was but a single path that led up the mountains, a path completely blocked by snow and ice. Unpassable until it thaws in the spring. Vernilia’s captors had made it threw the pass, on the last day of light, moments before the sun set. There was no way the royal guard would be able to continue pursuit and depending on how far they were behind them, may have perished in the snow storm. Vernilia could see the flickering light of a torch causing an outline of the door to the hut to glow. The light grew brighter until the door opened and a lone man entered. Read more »