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Views, Part 3 [Mf] [exh] [voy] [mast] [cheating] [oral] [teasing]

*Parts 1 and 2 in comments.*

The alarm blared. Sasha didn’t stir, she just kept sleeping, her limbs sprawled in every direction, similar to her hair. The alarm continued, and a barely audible groan left her lips. Her brown eyes slowly opened. Her arms slowly moved, her fingers twitched.

She sat upright, her eyes wide, as the alarm finally shut off. Her head turned to look in the direction of her purse, all the way at the other side of the hotel room. She had mistakenly left her phone in there.

“Fuck,” she muttered.

She turned her head in the other direction and looked at the digital clock on her bedside table. The time read 8:01AM.

“Fuck,” she muttered.

She sighed and brushed her hair out of her face. Then she swung her legs off of the mattress and stood up. Her feet picked their way around discarded clothes as she made her way towards the window.

She stopped in front of her window, and peered out at Mark’s window slightly above her. He was nowhere to be seen. An expression of disappointment appeared on her beautiful facial features, and she raised her hand, running her fingertips over the glass. Read more »

Views, Part 2 [Mf] [exh] [voy] [mast] [cheating] [oral] [teasing]

*“Maybe I’ll see you in class, Mark.”*

Sasha’s voice played over and over in Mark’s head as he entered his hotel room. He put his suitcase down next to the door and turned around to shut it. As he turned back around to take in his new living arrangements for the next few months, he took a deep breath, finally managing to get the image of Sasha’s face out of his mind.

He liked the room. It was pretty much an apartment, with a table near the door, a small kitchen and a counter, and further ahead, a sleeping area, with a queen sized bed.

He made his way towards the bed. The bed area had large floor to ceiling windows that looked out over the city. He liked that they let in a lot of light, although he would probably pull the blinds across at night time to give himself some privacy. He stopped near the bed, looking approvingly over the pillows, and then glanced out of his window. His eyebrows moved upwards, and a hint of a smile appeared on his mouth.

If there was one thing Mark loved, it was balconies. Read more »

Views, Part 1 [Mf] [exh] [voy] [mast] [cheating] [oral] [teasing]

Mark was starting to think that a few months in Hawaii to teach an Honors course wasn’t that bad of a deal. He stood in front of the hotel, his suitcase sitting on the sidewalk next to him. The hotel looked expensive. But that was one of the perks of being employed by such a prestigious university: he didn’t have to pay for any of this himself. Not the room service, not the wifi, and not even the pool.

Mark was in his mid forties. He had dark but friendly looking eyes with barely visible smile wrinkles in the corners, and his dark hair was stylized neatly, brushed to the side. If one looked closely, they might spot gray hairs among his black ones. Although he kept himself healthy and fit, he was nearing the middle of his life, so he tried to learn how to really appreciate the good when it came. And this was good. Read more »

How I took my voyeurism too far and fucked my best friend’s brother [FM]

As long as I can remember I was a hardcore voyeur. I would peek in on anybody and stare way too long. I was raised in two different households, my mom and dad’s, both had new spouses. My mom was extremely open with sexuality and nudism and my dad was way more closed off and his new wife was even worse and basically turned them into evangelicals.

So, I had a taste of voyeurism at an early age, but also heavily shamed for any kind of nudity. If I came out of the shower and was drying off in my room at my dad’s and his wife or he saw me not dressed, they’d snap at me.

Anyways, I used to go to a sleep away camp with my best friend Annie and her brother who was a counselor there. It was that classical camp you see in old movies but it was more art themed, we did a lot of painting and photography – they had a great darkroom and we got school credit there. It was a chill fun camp. Read more »

Two Cocks Succumb to the Dog [M4A][taboo][erotic][bestiality oral][friends][cum feeding][voyeurism][raw eroticism]

We were hanging at my new friend’s apartment and having a few drinks on a Saturday afternoon. I didn’t know him that well, but he seemed cool enough. I was bored lately. Open to new things and new people. There wasn’t much on television that afternoon, and his dog, a kind of elegant breed, watched us sleepily from a chair across the room.

Before he mentioned it a few moments later, I have to admit that something about the quietness of the afternoon, and the fact that I had been preoccupied with sex lately, made me think about arousal, about sensation, and about my cock hardening.

“I’m kind of in a mood,” he said.

He reached for a remote and started a DVD.

The screen changed and flickered, and then a woman’s spread thighs filled the screen. Her pussy was beautiful and glistening. Even more miraculous, another woman entered the scene and began to erotically, lovingly lick that pussy. “You game?” he said.

Already feeling flushed, I nodded.

At the start of the video and the first moans, the dog perked up. It looked at the screen, looked at us, then jumped down and trotted over to my friend. The dog looked intent, eager. My friend adjusted himself in his seat. Read more »

The good assistant [ MFM, anal, Fsub, oral, reluc, voy ]

I am using the company internet connection to research a paper. I see you leave your office and head for the bathroom. Movement makes you turn your head as you pass my cubicle.
“Hey, what are you still doing here?” you find yourself stopping to say. “Just catching up on a few things. Can I get you anything, sir?”
“Oh. Yes. Would you please start the coffee drip? It looks like I am going to be here a while. I’ll take it in my office when it’s ready.”
“Certainly, sir.” I don’t know why I’m extra polite to you. It just sounds so right to address you respectfully. I find myself irrationally wanting to please you. Anyone else I’d stall and say screw you. It’s 10 pm, fucker, but for you, I put my heels back on and rush into the kitchen. As the coffee brews, I straighten my skirt, and the seams of my stockings, pull my hair back and unbutton so my camisole clad breast is plainly exposed. I pour you a cup and fix it the way you like, just a little cream to cool it off and carry it in to you on a saucer.
I stop in your doorway; you’re on the phone. You pretend to not notice me there for a minute, my legs shifting in the heels after a long day, my hips leaning from side to side. Without ever looking directly at me, you wave me in. Still on the phone you tap the desk where I am to place the coffee. You are really something else, but I do as I am told. I lean forward and I realize the view is completely scandalous. Lace isn’t part of the dress code here, your eyebrow seems to say. As you hang up the phone I straighten up and ask,
“Will, that be all?” You stand up and come around the desk to where I am standing, sort of back me into it, so my tush is pressed against the edge. You touch my cheek and say that no, that’s not all. Without any warning, I realize you’re undoing the rest of my buttons, and pulling my shirt back over my shoulders. I’m breathing so hard, looking at you looking at my breasts. You tilt my chin up to look at you and I feel my knees shake. I wasn’t expecting this. I had only flirted with fantasies before this moment.
You kiss my neck and touch my skin, sliding spaghetti straps down my arms. I’m mewing when one of the other suits walks in. He’s holding files but says nothing, just gapes at me standing between you and the desk, my nipples slightly exposed, my shirt still tucked in and pushed so far down my arms it’s holding them back. I suddenly get shy and press myself against you. He starts to apologize and backs out the door but you tell him to stay, at which point I am confused and somewhat scared.
“What do you want me to do?” I ask as I look at you naively. “Everything.”
You push me back so you and your colleague can see me again. You pull my undershirt down so my breasts fall out completely. The other man enters the room completely and shuts the door, locking it. You walk me over to the floor to ceiling windows overlooking the rest of Manhattan’s money and facing me forward, looking out, you undress me slowly rubbing my skin as you take each piece of clothing off. You pull my skirt down and I step out of it. You touch the naked part of my ass in the garters and slide your finger around below my waist. You can’t believe I came to work without panties on. Just stockings. You whisper how I’ve been bad, so bad to wear something like that. You leave me standing there in the bright light of your office, almost naked, visible to hundreds of New York windows, and I can’t move. I am grounded there, slightly spread eagle, face turned away blushing. Only you have this hold on me, sir. Read more »

Den of Sin Chapter 1 – Enjoy ;) (Vampire, Submission, Biting, Yummy Anal Dominance, Succulent Sin)

Perhaps it’s a Starbucks caramel macchiato, possibly that Camel Crush nicotine stick, or maybe the next thirsty comment from your recent IG post, everyone craves something. Everyone. It might not be ever present and you might not think about it consciously, but it’s there. I have my own cravings but highly doubt they are anything like yours. I crave to deprave.

It started out innocently enough, we met online. She claimed to be a nurse and worked night shifts so didn’t have much opportunity go out to meet guys and I worked IT for a paper mill, coincidentally on night shift. I always preferred nights… less bosses around, less headache, less stress. Usually less traffic and just better in my eyes. When the rest of the world was sleeping I was doing my best work, away from their prying eyes. Like an elf in the night and in the morning, everything was running with top efficiency and up to code, um programming code. Read more »