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Blissful Boy Owned Bitch: Day at the Theme Park! Chapter One

Susan was blessed with natural curves, a soft femininity that had ripened with age. And just a bit overweight, but it fit her frame perfectly. Plump in a way that screamed to be grabbed and groped. And it had been getting quite a bit of that recently.

She’d always been the shy conservative type. But not anymore! She stood in a crowd wearing an outfit she never imagined. For one it barely fits. Each piece of cloth is one, maybe two sizes too small. She’d been receiving a steady stream of glares from women, and nonstop shock and lust from men. Because the tight blue dress she wore was something more befitting a stripper. Not a curvy middle aged mother of three.

Pendulous breasts perpetually on the verge of popping free. The edges of her skirt constantly riding up on her thick thighs, forcing her to make painfully small and careful steps. Which were further agonized due to the towering pumps she was walking in. Her feet would be aching later. Read more »

I [F] put on a show for my neighbor

This happened a year ago when I was 19 and visiting home from college but I thought you would all enjoy!

My parents have lived in the same house for the past 30 years but five years ago there were a few months where a lot of families moved in and out. A couple in their 40s moved in right next door. The man was a professor and the woman worked in finance so they seem pretty straight edge.

I saw them a few times while i was in high school but never paid any attention. During winter break my sophomore year I went back home for an entire month. Now I can spend all day masturbating so if given the opportunity I will. During this month my parents had to visit family in a different state so I had the house to myself for a long weekend. I religiously spent my time just alternating between all my toys. During this period I would also always run into my neighbor while getting the mail so I would chat for a bit and started to think he was kinda hot. Read more »

Nursing in front of my In-laws Part 4 [MMF] [Incest]

Previously In PART 3

My husband came into the nursery and sat at my feet. He loved to be near me when I fed – it gave him a parental connection, too. “About yesterday,” he started abruptly, then fell silent. “He won’t be satisfied just having us as neighbors. We both know he wants more. He did it before. In college. I mean I was in college, and I fell in love, and I brought her home at Christmas to meet my parents. He took her from me. Right there in our house. Then he bought her a ticket home. It was humiliating.”

“I want to put the baby down and you and I get back in bed for a while, OK? I need some special time with my husband.”

We both smiled, and exchanged a peck on the lips as I again reached for his penis. “Maybe we should take this back to bed, Bradley?” He made more noises. “Do you think you could cum inside me again, Baby?” Now his face was twisted and his orgasm loomed. Then it came to me. “I need to be fucked again, Bradley. Please?” He was whimpering like a puppy now, so close. “OK, Baby Boy. Go ahead and cum. Your Daddy will be here soon.” Read more »

Jess (MF, cheating, public)

I was walking around the store, looking for some pants to buy. It was coming up on winter and I needed something new that was going to keep me warm.

I had a handful, maybe 3-4 different styles and sizes, when I approached the counter. At the store it was required for an employee to count the merchandise and assign a changing room.

You were working the counter. Long brown hair, amazing brown eyes. Your work shirt showing the tiniest bit of cleavage. Your name tag reads Jess.

“I’d like to try these on.” I tell you.

You take them out of my hand and count them, “No problem, follow me to a dressing room.”

As I walk behind you I can’t help but stare at your perfectly round ass swaying back and forth with each step in your pants. My cock starts to harden.

You open the door for me and say “Here you go, let me know if I can help”. As you look back at me you catch me still staring at your ass, I red with embarrassment, you smirk like you are devising a plan. Read more »

I [M] lost myself to toxic behavior fooling with my [F] (ex)wive’s sister.

**PREFACE:** I had multiple occurrences with my ex-wife’s sister of a sexual nature. It started out innocent, or to what I thought was innocent as it didn’t register in my brain as anything else, until it became something else. Just for you to note, my ex-wife and her sister are not super attractive. They borderline on being average looking – which isn’t bad. They are just both normal looking women but being sisters, they are just fundamentally different. I wish I could say I fucked the shit out my hot ex-wife’s hot sister – but truthfully, no. You could say I fucked two ugly – moderately looking women. What made it erotic, was that it is taboo to fool around with your sister-in-law while almost getting caught every time. It was a euphoric rush and since this is 100% nonfictional story, names are changed. For the purpose of the story, I will refer to my (ex)wife as just the Wife and other variations. I will refer to my Ex-wife’s sister as Lorie.

TL;DR – fooled around with sister-in-law while I slowly slipped into toxic relationship/behavior unknowingly until it was too late. Read more »

Forbidden Fruit [FF]

In a life of mundane rituals, even the smallest of events can brighten up your day. For me, that event was our weekly Church service. Having been married off at 18, I guess you could have considered me a “passive” girl. Scared to assert myself, I would prefer to go with the flow rather than rock the boat. And so I lived a life of quiet desperation. My only solace in life was the music and community I experienced at church every week. My husband was nice, but I didn’t have much feelings towards him. Every Wednesday we’d go through our typical sexual routine which lasted about 5 minutes. He’d insert his wee-wee into my lady parts, jiggle his willy and go to sleep soon after. “Is this what life was about?” I wondered as I softly cried myself to sleep. I was depressed and desperately figuring out a way to end it all. “Perhaps this is a test from God” I thought… patience will bring eternal happiness? As things got worse and worse, I’d pray harder and harder. Something… anything that would make me feel like life is worth living. Things were going downhill fast when out of nowhere, God… or perhaps the devil… gave me my most difficult test yet. Read more »

Our Sex Life – Part 2 Exploration [FM][FF]

This is part 2 of a series about my wife and my sex life from the start of our relationship. Check out our profile for part 1!

After the “spandex night” described in Part 1, she and I spent many more nights together trying not to cross any lines. One day she texted me that she wanted to come over after class to do homework and I replied that she could, but that I couldn’t stop thinking about the spandex night and I wanted to get myself off to it. She thought that meant she shouldn’t come over but I quickly clarified that she was still welcome to keep me company during as long as she didn’t see anything. When she arrived I was already naked under my sheet and she crawled into my lofted bed next to me. She lay seductively on her side glaring into my eyes and told me to keep going. I grinded against my bed with her running her hands over the sheets until finally I came hard. One night not too long after that day I remember we were spooning in bed and she was wearing soft pajama pants. She quickly noticed my hard dick pressing against her ass and she started to slowly rock her hips against me. As if to call her bluff, I at one point reached down and grabbed one side of her pajama pants and gave them a gentle tug, partially exposing her ass slightly covered by a lacey thong. To my demise her pants quickly slid back into their resting position. She must’ve been feeling particularly frisky that day because she reached down with both hands, raised her hips off the bed, and slid her pants off altogether, returning to the spooning position. This sent a warm wave of lust over me and I turned her face down and grinded against her ass until I came in my boxers. Over the next 6 months we slowly crossed more lines until finally we gave in and started dating (and fucking). She was not my first, but she was the first girl that ever made me cum while having sex. Read more »

Pretentious fiancée blackmailed, coerced to strip, and groped [01] [FF, M] [Bondage]

Setup level: long af.

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## The Ring, Saturday

Eileen knew she would not find her ring in the drawer, but she wanted Mark to see her searching anyway. He said nothing and prepared himself for bed as she conspicuously inspected the drawer, bending over to peer inside it and then looking away as she felt around in it with her hand. Once she was certain that he had noticed, she waved a hand as if exasperated and then crawled into bed beside him.

The ring was a gift from Mark on their anniversary one month prior, and it was lost. He purchased it from a craftsman living in Westlake who made rings by hand, and only a few of each design. It was made of fake opal and granite carved into lizard scales which all pointed in line with the finger. No one could mistake it for another jewel, which is why Eileen had not been at ease since early that evening, when she saw another guest at the party they had attended wearing a ring of the same design. She was sure that Mark would notice. He would then ask her about her own ring, and when she told him it had been lost, he would go to work connecting dots that had no need to be connected. Read more »

The Photographer. [MF]

I was 18, yet way too small for my size. Most people figured I was still 16 which annoyed the hell out of me. So when an opportunity to model for a local lingerie brand came, I felt it could finally be a way to show everyone my maturity. I’ve seen plenty of shows about models and I loved how they carried themselves. Full of confidence and poise. I knew I could be like that.

My first few shoots for the lingerie brand were quite uneventful. Done mostly by junior female photographers; the company’s policy was to have less experienced models work with less experienced photographers. It made sense and I felt comfortable being half-naked around women anyway. We got along well and things were humming along. Of course as time went on, I started to wonder… who are the REALLY good photographers? What makes them so special? I asked one of the crew members on the photography set about it and they said,

“Oh… well the best photographer in the company is Giorgio Giovanni and he only works with the top models.”

“What makes him so special?” I asked. Read more »