Restless [Str8] [MF] [F] [exh] [voy] [mast]

It must be sometime after 2 a.m. Why wasn’t I asleep, I was having such a nice dream too? I was flirting with a handsome stranger at a coffee shop. He’d look at me with his deep brown eyes; I’d look away. It was classic. But now I’m awake. “Why am I awake?”

I rolled over and laid on my back. Frustrated, I slowly opened my eyes as I did, they drifted towards the ceiling. The room was dark, except for the moonlight trickling in through the blinds. I threw the blankets off and wandered over to the window, opening the blinds, to peer out into the city lights.

It was a clear night. The full moon hung close to me in the black, starless sky; I could almost reach out and grab it. Being near the top floor was a pleasurable experience at night. I could look down at my city, but the city couldn’t look back at me. She was still awake even at this time. The cars buzzing around in the streets below, workers in the offices across the way; the city never truly sleeps.

Artist and Model part 9: Market [mFF] [voy][exh]

He nodded, still groggy and looked down to see that he had indeed come to the kitchen naked, having left his clothes somewhere. Helena made him a cup of tea while Tamara made Nicholas a plate of food. He looked at them with bewilderment. He felt conflicted and confused. Their curvy figures in their small silk robes distracted his mind from his thoughts.

“We are headed to the village where we will meet with the girls returning with the boat.” Helena said as he ate a plum.

“What do you do in the town?” He asked.

“Not much, I am afraid. It is a pretty small place, but it has its charms. Of all the places on this earth, I like this one probably the most. This island has everything a girl like me could want,” Helena said.

“I like the market!” Tamara said. Helena turned to her and nodded in agreement. They both smiled at each other then turned back to Nicholas.

“Hurry up, and you can come with us to town!” Helena said after watching him eat for a moment. He quickly ate a slice of bread with honey, half an orange, some oats and yogurt, then ran to grab some clothes.

Hora De Castigo Para Los Chicos Sumisos

La profesora miró a la estudiante apenada y le sonrió, “No temas querida, aquí nadie te va a lastimar, pero a ellos,“ Levantó la mirada a los tres chicos yéndose del cuarto. Los tres ya saben que hacer “¡RAPIDO!” dijo la profesora Casandra a modo autoritario. Después la profesora se sentó en el escritorio de la oficina. Revisó una hoja de papel que tenía en la mano, “Así que eres Jessica C. y es tu primer fallo,” dijo al mirar a la susodicha ajustando sus anteojos, “Si profesora soy yo,”dijo Jessica algo asustada. Pero la profesora miró con diversión a la estudiante, “Relájate muchacha, aquí solo los hombres son castigados, ven conmigo y mira.” Salieron de la oficina y entraron al cuarto al lado del la oficina de Profesora Casandra.
Las dos mujeres dominantes entraron a mirar a los chicos. Al mirarlos, Jessica quedó anonadada al punto que cubrió con sus manos su boca. Los tres chicos sumisos habían cerrado las persianas del otro cuatro. Después los tres se comenzaron a desnudar, totalmente guardando su ropa en un armario que se encontraba en la parte de atrás del cuarto. El latino cerró el armario con llave y se dirigió al escritorio. Hincándose, ofreció a la profesora la llave, la cual tomó con la punta de los dedos y la metió dentro de uno de los gabinetes del escritorio. Los tres chicos sumisos estaban de rodillas frente al escritorio. La profesora tomó la mano de Jessica y la invitó a sentarse con ella sobre el escritorio. Jessica adjuntó sus dos piernas y colocó sus manos sobre ellas mientras que la profesora cruzó sus piernas, “Los tres ¿No ven que el calzado de su compañera y el mío están sucios? VENGA AQUÍ A LIMPIARLOS,” dijo la profesora al golpear con su mano con una regla de un metro contra su calzado. Acto seguido, los tres chicos sumisos comenzaron a lamer los zapatos tanto de Jessica como los de la profesora Casandra. Usando sus labios y lenguas limpiaron cada centímetro de dichos zapatos. Jessica estaba algo impresionada y no sabía que decir.
No esperaba este tipo de castigo dentro de una universidad. La profesora disfrutaba enormemente la tarea de los chicos sumisos. Levantó su zapato para que uno de los chicos lamiera la suela. Jessica imitó a la profesora y como era de esperarse, los chicos sumisos lamieron la suela del zapato de Jessica. De repente, él chico rubio y él moreno alzaron la vista para tratar de mirar por debajo de las faldas de ambas damas. Jessica lo notó y se cubrió poniéndose roja de vergüenza, “¡Pervertidos!” gritó la chica apenada. En eso la profesora se puso de pie y con la mano abierta abofeteó en la cara a ambos chicos, “Sucios degenerados, voy a castigarlos de verdad esta vez,” dijo la profesora enfurecida. Jessica miró a la profesora, “Profesora Casandra ¿Puedo castigarlos?” Dijo la estudiante, entonces la profesora obligó a ambos mirones a ponerse de rodillas frente a Jessica con las manos en la espalda. Él otro chico se colocó en la mina postura pero con la cara contra la pared.

[M]y first time getting lucky at a nudist resort [MFM] I never thought it would happen to me.[cheating][exhibitionism]

To start with some background on me, I am over 300 lbs but at just over 6 feet tall, I carry it well. Still though, I am in my mid 30s and have a decent gut that sticks out past my 42 inch waist. Beyond a dad bod. I am a grower and have an average sized dick but on my larger body, it looks a little smaller than it actually is. I do however have a great personality, self-confidence, and a face that people always seem to remember.

Whenever I have gone out of town for business to a certain area, I have stayed at a certain nudist resort for a night or two hoping to find a single lady or a couple for some fun. As I am married, I haven’t gone all the way (except with one which I will write about later on) with these ladies but I am certainly willing to get close.

Individual Studies [mf] [mast] [voy]

Cory had signed up for an individualized study course at the local junior college. Supervised by admissions counselors, participants completed studies at their leisure, and reported on their progress periodically. This week was check-in & he’d have to wait in a conference room until he could be visited by Ms. Logan to discuss his progress.

He remembered the way she walked into the conference room the day he selected his topic. The skirt she wore bounced just slightly as she walked through the door, showing where her thigh-high hose ended and her tan skin began. He was all but certain that she hadn’t worn a thong that day. At least that’s how he thought of it. Often.

The conference rooms were one floor above the offices, around a large atrium in the services building. He chose the corner room, from which he could see her office. He turned the blinds to angle down, and sat down at a table near the window over-looking the administrative offices. He was early enough. And he couldn’t get those long legs out of his mind.

Individual Studies [mf] [masturbation] [voyeurism]

Cory had signed up for an individualized study course at the local junior college. Supervised by admissions counselors, participants completed studies at their leisure, and reported on their progress periodically. This week was check-in & he’d have to wait in a conference room until he could be visited by Ms. Logan to discuss his progress.

He remembered the way she walked into the conference room the day he selected his topic. The skirt she wore bounced just slightly as she walked through the door, showing where her thigh-high hose ended and her tan skin began. He was all but certain that she hadn’t worn a thong that day. At least that’s how he thought of it. Often.

The conference rooms were one floor above the offices, around a large atrium in the services building. He chose the corner room, from which he could see her office. He turned the blinds to angle down, and sat down at a table near the window over-looking the administrative offices. He was early enough. And he couldn’t get those long legs out of his mind.

Second story of exploring my wife early on [mf][exh][voy]

Here is another short story of how my wife and I explored each other years ago. Back when we were dating early on, both of us were virgins and not experienced sexually. She was shy and modest and didn’t share what she wanted done to her, mostly because she didn’t know.

One day we met at another park for one of our meet ups. These meet ups started off to be just time to talk and make out a little. Each time we met though, things started to heat up as we explored each other. This time we met at a park that had a bridge that went over a creek. This bridge was a pedestrian bridge that had a walking path through the woods. There was a road visible not to far from the bridge that had cars driving by, but for the most part it was pretty secluded. It was quite and no one was around. We felt safe and comfortable that we could continue to explore.

This day she showed up in her typical short jean shorts and had a looser fitting shirt. My wife was shorter than me. She was maybe 5′ 1” and barely over 100 lbs. She had a tight stomach that just screamed to be touched and an ass that was firm.

Sharing Sara [mf][oral][voy][sex club]

At the sex club resort where her boyfriend had brought her for a kinky weekend, Sara went down to the breakfast buffet to get her boyfriend some coffee and breakfast before he woke. They were playing master and servant. She was a vanilla girl, not familiar with kink, but she was at the club to experience it all. Dressed in a black bikini, the lithe girl with golden brown hair was collecting the food when a tall guy wearing a t-shirt, cargo shorts and flip flops came up beside her. He pretended to peruse the breakfast fare before glancing her way.

“Hey,” he said.

“Hi.”

“I’m Hunter.”

“Sara.”

“I don’t mean to be bold but I find you incredibly hot. I’d really like to lick your pussy.”

Her cheeks flushed.

“I, uh, I don’t know if my master would approve of that.”

“I’ll have to ask him. I see he lays out the discipline,” he said, glancing behind her at the caning stripes peeking from her bikini bottom. “Where is he?”

“Upstairs. I don’t think he wants to be disturbed.”

The toast popped up. Her quaking hands placed them on the plate which she covered with a lid.

Have my Daughter, Pt. 1 [Mf][F] [oral] [anal] [mast] [voy] [facial] [creampie]

My name is Todd. And I’ve had a crush on Abby for about three years. She goes to my gym. We’ve gotten coffee a few times. Even went out for dinner recently. She’s a nice woman – about 10 years older than me, putting her around early 40s. But you wouldn’t know it from looking at her petit body. She’s got a cute little ass and is almost flat chested, but she stuns in every way possible. Long brown hair. Cute round face.

After our dinner date, I pulled up in front of her house and thought I’d go in for the kiss. She stopped me right there.

“Oh, honey,” she said. “I really like you but I’m way too old for you.”

I tried to convince her age didn’t matter, but she disagreed and promised me nothing would ever happen between us. She just couldn’t see herself being a cougar.

I told her I understood, even though I didn’t.

“Anyway, I have a better idea,” Abby said.

“Oh?”

Sugar High [M/F] [Exhibitionism/Voyeurism] [BDSM]

The ink black dahlia dress fit me like second skin, molding to my curves and made me feel like an otherworldly goddess. The red bob wig and black spiked red bottoms also aided in pulling off the funky futuristic look with the matching rhinestone choker and cuff adding a bit of faux modern elegance. I looked damn good…and I felt that way too.

I pulled out my favorite Ruby Woo lipstick from my clutch and gave my lips a slight touch up in the round backlit mirror as I swayed my hips to the sexy beat playing out of the wireless speakers. After a smack of the lips, I walked out of the ornate bathroom decorated in black tapestry wallpaper with silver and crystal accents.

A small group of girls walked down the long and narrow hallway splashed with midnight blue/dark purple ombre. They were in their own world, some texting as they all chatted about what the night held for them. One of the girls; a very tall and toned model type with long rose gold and blonde curls looked me up and down as I did the same to her.