My BF (29M) and I (29F) Shared a Legal Hooker

My bf (29M) and I (29F) have always enjoyed being sexually explorative when traveling internationally. We had a few different experiences on our last Eurotrip, one involving a hooker.

We had discussed the possibility of hiring a hooker or escort, as neither of us had before and always wanted to try. Our last night in one location of the trip, we came to a decision about who we wanted to reach out to and exactly what we wanted.

I brought lingerie with me, so thought it would be cute for the other woman and I to have the same vibe going. School girl was the chosen set for the night- glasses, pigtails, short skirt that only partially covered my ass or pussy (no panties underneath-seemed unnecessary), and a cropped & tied top for easy access. The other women wore a barely there as well set with a similar skirt to mine but instead of crop top, a onesie with a cute school-girlesque collar.

After we got changed and settled up payment wise, my bf and I started making out while she felt my body up from behind started to tease my nipples through my shirt. With her line of work, she enforced a no kissing on mouth rule (understandable), so she started to kiss up and down my neck and turned to me face her. We embraced our bodies together, rubbing our tits together while teasing and playing with each other erect nipples through our lingerie.

She turned me again so that my back was against her front, and so that I was facing my bf, who was rock hard and stroking himself while watching our performance. While I grinded my ass against her front, she untied my top so that my tits were fully exposed. She pulled my tits together so that she could play with both nipples with one hand while she reached down to my already exposed, and dripping wet pussy.

She asked my bf permission to make me cum before slipping her fingers in my soaked pussy. She teased my clit for a moment before abruptly pulling her cum soaked fingers out of me and directing them to my mouth, and I licked her fingers while she asked my boyfriend if he liked watching her make me her slut.

We both decided at that point that it was time to include him in our playtime. She put a condom on him while stroking his cock, and started sucking him off while he and I made out watched her. I then joined her on her knees and started to suck on and play with his balls while she sucked his cock.

After a few minutes of blowing him together, he told us to both bend over on the bed, ass up face down style. We were both still wearing our skirts, but her bodysuit was still on, so we quickly riddled her of everything but her skirt and glasses, to match me.

After playing with her tits and rubbing our bodies together again for a little bit, she put another condom on my bf and she and I both bent over on the bed, exposing our wet pussies and asses. He started first by fucking her, I sat up and kissed while playing with her ass as he pounded her pussy. We watched him fuck her together while I encouraged her to take his hard cock. After a few minutes, he pulled out of her took the condom off to fuck me.

While he fucked me, she laid under me 69 style so that our tits would rub together while I was being fucked. He lasted only a couple of minutes of pounding me while we encouraged him to finish inside of me, before he pulled out and told us to kneel in front of him, so he could finish in our mouths & on our school girl glasses.

Once we cleaned his cum from our faces, she laid on the bed and spread her legs for me to lay facing up in between. While I laid in between her legs, I spread mine for my bf to slide and start licking my pussy. While he ate me out, she teased and pulled at my nipples and kissed down my neck while telling me to cum for them.

After probably 60 seconds, I exploded in my boyfriend’s mouth, and she held me lightly by the neck while I writhed and grinded against her body in pleasure of the orgasm. He pulled away after the aftershock of my orgasm & she slid her fingers into my dripping wet hole, only to stay in for a second before making me suck my wetness from her fingers again.

After that, our time was pretty much up with her, so we decided not to extend our time, haha 😂 Great experience though! Let me know if you’d like me to share more from the trip!

Included: mild cnc, blood, use of non-lethal weapons, bdsm, daddy kink

My husband plays airsoft, and the playing field is in the middle of the woods. One day he was planning on practicing out there for a while, and asked if I wanted to come along. He smiled and said he had something planned for me. I eagerly agreed.

It was a cool evening, with the sun slowly setting as we arrived at the field. He was dressed in his tactical gear, and I was wearing my running shoes, short black cargo shorts, and a gray hoodie. He began to lay out his guns and get them loaded. He said he would start with some target practice. He told me this would be pretty boring and that I should go explore the woods instead. It was my first time visiting the field and I was excited to check it out. The field stretches a little over a square mile. There's paths, buildings for cover, and a pond off to one side. He handed me a walkie talkie so we could stay in touch, then sent me down the path that led to the pond.

After walking down the path for a while I began to hear gunfire in the distance. The sound was a little jarring, but I continued on, enjoying the fall colors. I approached a small clearing and started to hear frogs croaking. This must be it!

The pond area was beautiful. The water was clear, there were some fish coming to the top making ripples, and the small clearing gave me the perfect view of the sunset. As I approached the pond, the gunfire in the distance slowed, then came to a stop. I reached down and turned the walkie on. I pressed the button and said "Hey, are you done already?". He didn't respond.

I leaned back against a tree, and after a bit I tried the walkie again. "Meet me by the pond? Over." I giggled after saying "over". Still no response from him. Oh well, I thought, I'll just enjoy this view by myself for a while.

Eventually the sun reached the top of the tree line, and the woods started to darken. Wondering what was taking my husband so long, I reached down to use the walkie one more time, when I heard footsteps approaching. I turned around and heard more gunfire, this time with bullets landing near my feet. I jumped back, and said "what the?", then I looked up and saw..

not my husband. It was someone shorter, leaner, and dressed in gray camo. He smiled under his visor and said "Run fast". He held up his assault rifle, then unloaded a few more rounds at my feet.

Adrenaline pumping, I turned on my heels and dashed into the woods. Moving quickly, I heard more gunfire behind me, and the sound of bullets bouncing off nearby trees. Finally my walkie came on. "We're coming for you babe. See you soon."

This must be what he had planned for me, I thought. I had wanted to try CNC for a while now.. but I didn't think long because I felt a bullet hit right in the middle of my back.

It was a sharp, stinging pain. My heartrate quickened. I ran down the path, looking for a building to take cover in.

Since it was quickly getting dark, it was much harder to see. I was pushing my way through some brush when I tripped and fell over a large branch, landing on my hands and knees. I felt a sharp stinging coming from my left knee. "Shit" I whispered. Checking myself out, I could just barely see that I scraped my knee and was bleeding a bit. I stood up and realized that I dropped my walkie. I bent down, digging through the fallen leaves trying to find it when I heard it come on: "I see you". I was reaching for it when I felt hands on me, pulling me up and restraining me.

My husband walked up out of the darkness, took off his mask, and gave me a dark smile. "I know you've been wanting this for a while, babe. This seemed like the perfect opportunity."

I was being pulled backwards as my husband picked up my walkie talkie. Struggling a bit, I felt my arms being pulled behind me, and wrapped around a tree. Then I heard velcro coming apart, and felt something hard tighten around my wrists.

My heart was pounding as I stared at my husband. He came closer, standing about a foot in front of me. He thanked the other guy and nodded off to the side, signaling that he should go now.

The other guy nodded back and left, slowly disappearing into the darkness.

My husband started unbuckling his vest, taking it off and gently sat it on the ground. "I thought it would be a little harder to catch you" he laughed, "but now that we're here.."

He stood directly in front of me, and pushed my shorts and panties down to my ankles. "step out" he commanded.

I did, and he kicked them aside.

He pulled my gray hoodie up and exposed my bare stomach and breasts. My nipples hardened immediately in the cool air. "Naughty little thing, leaving the house without a bra. Open your mouth"

I did, and he put the bottom hem of my hoodie in my mouth "Hold it here". I bit down, holding it in place.

He took off his gloves and gently cupped my breasts in his hands. Running his thumbs over my nipples, before he leaned down and took one into his mouth. He licked gently, and started sucking. I moaned into my hoodie, arching my back. He used one hand to gently twist and pinch my other nipple. I could feel heat pooling in my abdomen.

He switched sides, taking my other nipple into his mouth and sucked hard. His hands started to wander, slowly going down, until he reached my slit. I flinched at his cool touch, but rolled my hips forward to feel the sensation again.

"You really did want this" he muttered, and started to slowly circle my clit.

"Fuck" he grunts out. Backing up, he smiled, and started removing his belt. He quickly undid the velcro, and unzipped his pants. His rock hard cock sprung out and he closed in on me again.

I could feel myself getting even wetter with anticipation.

His warm body pressed against mine, and the tree dug into my back. He kicked my feet apart, then I felt his cock slide between my legs, teasing me. He brought his face down to mine, and kissed me deeply. Sucking in my bottom lip, then biting it and pulling back. I felt a little snap, and tasted copper.

"Remind me who you belong to" he whispered.

Breathing heavily I replied "I belong to you, Daddy".

"Good girl" he breathed, reaching behind me and cutting my zip tie loose.

"Now move" he grabbed my upper arm and tossed me over a boulder nearby.

"Bend over. Spread your legs and show me how wet you are"

I leaned forward over the boulder.

I felt his fingers trace my pussy again. "So fucking wet" he says.

Then his hand came down on my ass, hard. I yelped, leaning further over the rock.

He spanked me again, just as hard. This time I let out a loud moan.

I heard his pants drop and the leaves crunching. His hands grab my hips, and his cock pressed against my entrance.

Without any more warning he shoved his cock inside me. I gasped loudly, and pushed back into him. He slid out slowly, then slammed back into me.

Now going hard and fast, with his balls slapping against me, he reached up and grabbed a handful of my hair.. twisting my length around his hand and yanking my head backward.

His pace quickened, and he was getting even harder inside me. "Fuck" he grunted out. He let go of my hair and gave my ass another hard slap. My pussy flexed around him. He pulled his cock out, and I felt heat as he shot his load onto me.

Then he shoved his fingers inside of me. 2, then 3.

"I'm not done with you yet".

He hooked them just right, pressing against my g-spot. He slid them in and out slowly at first, playing with me. I could feel my orgasm building. "I'm close, Daddy" I moan out.

He quickened his pace, going hard and fast. In no time I felt that warm wave wash over me. My pussy tightened around his fingers, my wetness pouring out all over his hand.

I slumped over the boulder. My husband pulled his pants up and walked in front of me. With one hand he cupped my chin, making me look up at him.

"You did good, babe."

He gently took my hand and helped me up. He ran his fingers through my hair, and slowly brought my head to his chest, giving me a long embrace.

We gathered our things, trekked back to the parking area, and headed home.

This is Part 2 of a true story that happened when I was younger. I fucked a 26 year old in my mom’s home country and had one of the greatest experiences ever at that point in my life. If you haven’t read Part 1, you should definitely read that first.

As the morning started for everybody, I eventually went to the park with my cousin Chris. I gave Selena my last look for the moment and went about my day. Before going to the park we stopped at a store and bought a little bottle of vodka for my cousin and some cigarettes. I actually started smoking cigarettes over there in my mom’s home country. Bad habit, I know. I eventually quit about 4 and a half years later though. But I was still young and didn’t really care at the time.

When we got to the park my cousin introduced me to some friends of his. They just sat around all day talking, eating, drinking, smoking. Luckily one of those friends was able to get me a couple joints so I was able to relax the way I wanted to. Weed was always my go to, up until quite recently actually. I don’t smoke anymore but I smoked heavily growing up. Every single day. I hadn’t smoked in a couple of days so it was a good day to be relaxing in the park enjoying the outdoors. People played soccer and other stuff. I ate some good food.

Regardless of having a relaxing morning, I couldn’t get my mind off Selena. I sat there thinking about what had just occurred hours ago. This thick, curvy 26 year old sitting on my dick. My dick still gets hard thinking about it if I’m being honest. I had only had sex one time in my life and was on the brink of having sex again, with a 26 year old of all people. Her age was just a bonus on top of everything that was to come.

As I sat in the park I wondered when I would get to see Selena again. I was sure it wouldn’t be too long given that she lived right next door to where I would be staying for the next month. But I didn’t anticipate I’d see her as soon as I did. Eventually in the afternoon my cousin and I made our way back to my grandparents’ house.

As we stepped in I was caught pretty off guard. When I walked into the room I had spent hours with Selena in, guess who I find there? My mom sitting there talking to, you guessed it, Selena. Remember I said Selena’s mom is my mom’s childhood friend. Well there was my mom spending time with her friend’s daughter. There was Selena, spending time with the mother of the teenager whose dick she was determined to have. There Selena was, hair wet as if she’d showered not too long ago, wearing a black spaghetti strap with no bra in sight. No bra strap, no cup shape, just big fat titties. She had on small blue booty shorts; daisy dukes. To finish up her casual yet sexy outfit was some nice little black sandals. God damn she looked amazing. I finally got a good look at her thick legs. Got a good look at her big ass in booty shorts which looked even better than it did in pants. Got an even better look at her cleavage than I had before. Her tits looked huge. I wanted to pick her up and fuck her on the table right there. Blood rushed through my dick and I had to mentally check myself as to not let a hard on become the elephant in the room as that would be very awkward. As I said, I was caught off guard lol.

My mom told my cousin Chris to sit and have a drink with her. They opened a new bottle of Buchanan’s and got to drinking. They had a drink or two before Selena stood up, came up to me and led me out of the room. “Let’s go to my house”, she said. She didn’t have to ask me twice. We walked out of my grandparents’ house, turned left and walked into her house right next door. She closed both doors, locked them and made sure nothing was visible through the windows.

As much as I wanted to fuck her, I took the time to talk to her a bit just to play it cool. I asked about some of the stuff I saw. She told me she ran a salon business out of the first room and I found that intriguing. Gotta love a hustler. Soon I decided that we’d had enough with the pleasantries and it was time to do what I was brought here to do: fuck this girl’s brains out.

I grabbed Selena by the waist and pulled her towards me so our bodies were right on eachother. I put my lips on her lips passionately for a couple seconds then put my tongue in her mouth craving what I had tasted earlier. Selena’s sweet saliva collided with mine as our hands started moving up and down. The first thing I touched was her big fat juicy ass. I made sure she knew how much I loved it by the way I gripped it.

We made our way to her room and were standing by her bed. She took my shirt off and started kissing me all over my neck and my chest, throwing some licks in there. That day I learned that something about getting licked on on my neck and chest just turns me on so much. I decided it was my turn to do the licking. I pulled her top off and her big tits dropped ever so graciously. A perfect bounce, amazing shape and no sag. I gripped both of her tits with my hands as I kissed her some more. I started licking her from her face down to her neck down to her chest and made my way down to those beautiful big breasts. By far some of the biggest tits I’ve ever sucked on to this day. I sucked on them like I was a baby who needed milk. I nibbled on them and bounced them in my face. I noticed she would sort of push my face away from her tits as I did this and I asked why. She said “it’s cause I LIKE it.” I guess her tits were her sensitive spot. Noted for later, I’d use this to my advantage.

I pulled her shorts down revealing the rest of her beautiful legs. At this point all she was wearing was a pretty little black thong. I wanted to rip it right off and shove my face in her pussy but I decided I’d move at a steady pace and really savor the moment. I turned her around and got on my knees so her big fat scrumptious ass was level with my eyes. I began with slow pecks all over her ass and eventually started giving it wet kisses. I kissed it all over and purposely had my nose directly in between her big cheeks and got some great big whiffs of her. She smelled amazing, obviously clean from a recent shower but along with an amazing scent. Not just the scent of soap but the scent of ass and pussy. I took some more whiffs as I kept shoving my face in her and at this point I was so horny, so hard. I pushed her forward so her upper body fell on the bed face down and I slowly pulled her thing off revealing the rest of her big round ass. I shoved her thong in my face, right on my nose and took a deep inhale as if I hadn’t taken a breathe in a minute. God her pussy and ass smelled so good. It was now time for me to feast.

I put my palms on her big ass and spread her cheeks apart as much as I could since they were so big and shoved my face directly into her pussy. I ate her like a savage beast who devoured any meal he encountered. She moaned and moaned, saying things like “ay, si papi” and “ay, que rico” as I shoved my tongue deep in her pussy, tasting her insides. I sucked on her pussy as it got more wet and wet, licking up every drop of juice she gave me. My dick was leaking so much pre cum at this point. I dropped my pants getting ready for what was to come.

I made sure she knew I was going to eat everything I could, everything I wanted. I lifted my face upwards and began eating her ass. This was the first time I had ever eaten ass but I didn’t hold back. I stuck my tongue in her tight little ass as much as I could. She seemed surprised but enjoyed it as she gripped onto her bed sheets and screamed into her bed. I reached for her throat and pulled her up and right against me with her big ass right on my dick and it caught her off guard a bit but it couldn’t be too much because she knew what she had gotten herself into. I gripped both of her big titties from behind fiercely as I choked her slightly and turned her face to face me and put my tongue down her throat. I turned her around and sucked on her titties for maybe five seconds and pushed her back down on the bed on her back.

At this point we were both so horny, both at 100 moving at full speed with no turning back. I kissed and licked her from her titties down to her pussy and then alternated from her pussy to her ass repeatedly for the next minute. I shoved my face in her pussy even more in this position with her legs wide open. My face was full of her juices and my dick was throbbing for her. Her pussy was as wet as it could get, my dick was wet from my juices alone. I had done enough eating for the time being and decided I needed to feel her insides. I laid my dick right on her pussy as she let out a moan. I stroked it a bit, right against her pussy just to tease her but also teasing myself in the process. “Da me lo papi”, she said which means “give it to me daddy”. Enough teasing, it was time for me to be a gentleman and give the lady what she wanted.

This is the end of Part 2. I’m now realizing two parts just isn’t enough for me to give you all the details while also keeping it at a good length.

I hope I gave you guys enough in Part 2 to keep you excited for Part 3. Again, feel free to ask any questions about anything I may have left out in this part and feel free to DM me. I’ll start writing Part 3 and try to post by tomorrow night. Thanks for reading.

I grew up in another country but I moved to America when I was around 21 so I didnt have a lot of friends expect some cousins that I met because they lived around me at the time I was I had this one cousin who was a senior in HS and was having his 18th birthday party at an Airbnb he asked me to go early so I could help him decorate and put things together so I said sure I had nothing else to do. As people started showing up I could tell he was going to get drunk so I stayed there the whole time to make sure he was okay. So as the night went on and the party ended everyone left and it was just him and I cleaning up and everything.

He was telling me how he stuck out with a girl who he wanted to have sex with and he was bummed out because he wanted to lose his virginity and everything I was giving him tips on what to do when it was time and he confessed to me that he thought I was hot. I told him we were cousins and that could not happen but if he wanted to I would suck his dick. When he took it out let me tell you it was HUGE I let him use my throat however he wanted I was gagging and spitting all over it. It was really wet from how he fucked my throat I let him then actually fuck me I felt kind of bad but then I just got into it when I was riding his big dick I realized hes got some talent in him lol I squirted a few times and he even licked it off my pussy when he pulled out. I probably wouldnt do it again but then again I might if under the right circumstances

Warning: This part contains watersports. If you aren’t into that skip it

I hear the women walk up the stairs. I am completely alone now. All I hear are the sounds of the pump. All I can feel is the tight sweaty latex compressed to my body and the constant stream of sexual pleasure coming from my cock and ass. I can feel it building. I’m going to come again. I start to sweat and squirm in place. I even try to resist it a bit, but eventually I just give in. I feel cum leave my cock. It runs down my shaft as the machine continues to pump. I start to feel overstimulated as I come down from my orgasm. I panic and twist my body to make it stop. It is no use. The feeling lasts for a few minutes and then somehow I feel the pleasure building again. Oh god I’m going to come again.

After a few cycles of this my body starts to feel like a sexual object. Only existing to build and release sexual pleasure. My mind wanders as I try to cope with my new reality. I think about what Cass, Kate, and Val may be up to. I bet they are having a threesome. No, that’s far too vanilla for Cass.

Just as that thought crosses my mind I hear footsteps coming down the stairs. I can’t tell who it is from the sound. She sits down next to me and touches my chest. Is it Val? No, this hand feel different. Whoever it is, they just sit beside me running their hand over me in silence. I feel myself close to coming again. She puts her hand on the pump and just as I am about to orgasm it slides off my cock. I shoot my load all over her hand. She rubs her hand on my suit and shuts off the pump. Then the dildo stops thrusting and is pulled out of me. She undoes the straps on my body and frees my arms and legs. I move my joints to bring them back to life. It feels good to finally move again. I feel her arms under my shoulders. She pulls me up on my feet and guides me into another room in the basement.

I walk in and feel cold tile on my feet. I hear the sound of a glass shower door open and she pulls me forward until my feet feel a drain under them. I still have no idea who this is, why isn’t she saying anything? Suddenly she pushes down on my shoulders and forces me to the ground. I lay flat on top of the drain, she is directly above me. She just stands over me for a moment. Then I feel a warm liquid flow onto my chest. It isn’t water, she is peeing on me. I feel it run down my entire body and pool underneath me before going down the drain. Some of it finds its way into my suit. Then I remember that I am still locked in this latex suit. She finally stops and turns on the shower. I stand up and try to wash it all off, but I can still feel some inside my suit. She shuts off the water and zips me up.

I’m led upstairs where I hear the other two women. I still can’t make out who is who.

“That was fun girls, thanks for hosting.” I hear Cass say.

“Our pleasure. Come back soon and bring the gimp.” Kate says

“Of course! Have a good night ladies.” Cass says. She buckles me into the passenger seat and drives home.

“I hope we didn’t leave you down there for too long. I got a bit carried away upstairs. Did Kate do a good job washing you up?” Cass asks me. It was Kate! What should I tell Cass?

When we arrive back home, Cass keeps my gag and blindfold on. I’m led down the hall into what I think is our bedroom.

“I’m pretty tired from today. Let’s go to bed early tonight, honey.” Cass says to me. She kisses my cheek lays me down in our bed and ties my hands together. I feel her body press against me. I desperately want to get this suit off of me, but my gag and blindfold stay on as we drift off to sleep together. Then I remember, Veronica still has the key to my suit.

So there is a girl in my gym and me and her are really close we always talk when we’re their but her ass is huge like you don’t even understand and sometimes she try’s to wrestle me but I had a boner so I like pushed her away but every time I look at it it gets me hard and I also think about scenarios with me and her like head, backshots etc… but she like gives hints and looks at my dick when I’m hard what should I do and her insta is breathtaking like I was just beating to it but I said why not get advice from others.

At the bottom of the stairs there is a large dimly lit room. The walls are dark red and floor is shiny black tile In the middle of the room is a large mattress on the floor with latex cover and several leather restraints at each end. Various bdsm instruments hang from the walls.

To the left of us I see Kate tied down to a medical chair, her legs propped up in stirrups. Her arms are bound in a straight jacket. A machine powered dildo is secured in front of her and is constantly penetrating her. Her mouth has a ball gag in it and a stream of drool is dripping from it onto her chest.

“She wanted to be fucked so badly, so now she will be fucked until I think she’s had enough. Isn’t that right my slutty slave girl?” Cass says as she squeezes Kate cheeks.

Val and I watch in shock as Kate struggles in her predicament. I notice bruises on her ass from Cass’s whip. Is this what’s next for us? Cass walks to me and grabs my leash.

“You’re first gimp” she says as she pulls me to the bed. “Lay down on your back”

I lay down on the mattress. It’s covered in lube and feels slippery. Cass unties my arms and puts them in the cuffs at the top of the bed. Then she wraps three leather straps from under the bed over my chest and torso. She takes two longer straps with cuffs from the other end of the bed and secures them to my ankles. They are loose, allowing my legs some movement. She bends my legs until my ankles touch my ass cheeks and spreads them apart. Cass sits down between my legs and looks into my eyes.

“Slave girl, come here please” she says. Val crawls onto the bed and sits to Cass’s side. “You can take off that strapon now.”

Val undoes the straps around her head and slides the dildo out of her mouth. Her saliva dripping from it’s tip. Cass takes it from her and puts it on.

“Go stand over him on all fours. Ass to me”

Val does as she is told. She hovers over me, looking into my eyes. Cass gets up on her knees and slides the strapon in Val’s asshole. Val moans on top of me as Cass fucks her in the ass. She takes one hand and tries to feel herself, but touches the chastity belt instead. I can see the frustration on her face.

“Im going to fuck you in the ass until you come slave girl.”

“Mistress, I can’t come from anal”

“Well we will be here for a while then”

Val moans as Cass pounds her asshole. Her sweat drips onto me.

“Please mistress, I can’t.”

She keeps fucking her. Cass is relentless.

“I’m sorry mistress” Val says between moans.

“Sorry for what?”

“Im sorry for fucking your gimp”

Cass stops and slides out of her.

“Good girl. Now go untie your girlfriend”

Val gives a sign of relief and rolls off of me. She walks over to Kate and turns off the fucking machine. Cass takes the strapon off and sits back between my legs.

“Now its just you and me my love”

She looks down at my cock. It’s throbbing. She wraps her latex covered hand over it and starts stroking me. It feels incredible. I feel her other hand slide inside my ass and touch my prostate. She rubs it with her finger while she strokes my cock. I start to moan loudly. I pull at my restraints. The feeling is intense and I am already on edge. She slows down and my dick starts leaking precum. Her strokes increase in speed again and I start to feel on edge.

Cass continues to edge me for what feels like an hour. I go from yelling in pleasure to pulling at my restraints in frustration over and over. The whole time her eyes are locked on mine. She knows my rhythm and uses it against me. Every stroke I feel myself get closer to coming.

“Please mistress can I come?”

“You have permission if you are able to”

Her hand slides down my cock and holds it at the base. It throbs in the air. I can’t come. Fuck.

“Come on then, I thought you wanted it. I’ll give you one minute and its back to no permission”

I try to move my dick in her hand, but the restraints are so tight I can’t move an inch. She stares into my eyes as I struggle. I feel her finger slide out of my asshole. Then her other hand slides up the base of my cock and gives me one final stroke. It’s all I need to finally shoot cum out of my frustrated cock. She holds it at the base again and cups my balls with her other hand. Cum streams out of my dick as I squirm.

“That’s it slave, come for mistress”

As the flow of cum from my cock slows she gives it another stroke and even more cum drips from my cock. Im done and feel exhausted. I see Kate and Val return. Val is completely naked except for her hood, no longer wearing her chastity belt. Kate has on a sexy leather outfit with heels. Cass lets go of my dick and feels my balls a bit.

“You aren’t done gimp, we are just getting started” she says as she lets go of me and gets up.

I watch the girls whisper to each other while I lay there, tied down, covered in sweaty latex and my cum. What are they planning? Kate and Cass laugh while I see Val walks up to me holding a gag and blindfold.

“They told me to put these on you.” Val says

“Wait what else did they say? Can you untie me?”

“I don’t know if you will be getting out of here for a while. Maybe not even today.” Val says and she secures the gag on me. She slides the blindfold over my eyes and everything goes dark. Im completely helpless to what they are planning.

I feel Val sit next to me and run her hand on my chest. It is calming me down a bit. Then I hear Cass and Kate come back. Something heavy is put on the bed and slid between my legs. I hear something else touch the floor to my left.

“Ok gimp, I need you to relax for this next part” Cass says. Her fingers touch my asshole. I mumble in my gag.

She guides what feels like a large dildo up my asshole. I feel another hand spread lube on my cock and prop it up. I start to get hard again. Thats when I feel the rubbery penis pump slide onto my cock. I think I know what they are doing now. The pump is strapped to my waist. Then I hear the sound of an electric motor. The rubber cock starts to move in and out of my asshole. Then I feel the pump switch on and start stroking my cock. I moan in pleasure through the gag. Cass climbs on top of me and holds my balls. She leans in close to my face.

“How does it feel to be milked, gimp?” She whispers to me. “I’m going to leave the machines running until your balls are completely empty.”

I yell into my gag, but its muffled. I try to squirm and resist. The restraints are too tight. I have no choice but to give in to my mistress’s desire.

“Me and the girls are going now. I’ll be back in a bit, my love.” Cass says. She kisses my cheek. “Have fun”

Something crazy just happened to me ( F22) and to my boyfriend )M24) Today, I decided to surprise him at his apartment. He had mentioned he wasn’t feeling well, so I thought I’d bring him some soup and spend the day with him. I used my spare key to let myself in, and as soon as I walked in, I heard some noises coming from the bedroom. My heart started racing, and I couldn’t help but investigate.

I opened the bedroom door, and there he was, in bed with another girl. But that’s not even the worst part. They were doing something I never thought I’d see. She was playing with a carrot. Yes, a carrot. I was so shocked that I just stood there, frozen.

When they noticed me, my boyfriend jumped up and started stammering excuses, but I couldn’t even process what he was saying. I just turned around and walked out. I’m currently at my best friend’s place, trying to make sense of everything.

How do I even begin to deal with this? Has anyone else experienced something this bizarre? I could really use some advice on how to move forward from this.

Ok so I have this kink of dressing slutty, flirting, flashing and being touched whenever I can and especially when my bf is around and especially by older guys, I try to push it as far as possible without getting caught – it's kind of my therapy (I know this sounds fucked up but that’s just what it is)

I was wearing a tiny little red dress that barely covers my ass. It's got this low-cut neckline that's pushing my big tits up like a fucking offer that can't be refused. I paired it with some black thigh-high boots and no panties – because, why not? I love the feeling of the cool air on my wet pussy, it's like a little tease for what's to come.

I'm at this cute little café near campus, studying for my nursing exam, when this hot older guy sits down at the table next to me. He's got that silver fox vibe going on, with his salt-and-pepper hair and those intense, dark eyes. He's wearing a crisp white shirt, rolled up to his elbows, and I thought to myself fuck, he's hot!

He catches me staring and gives me this smoldering look. "You know, they say that redheads have the most fun," he says, flashing me a smirk. I almost spit out my coffee – me, a redhead? 😂 But then I realize he's talking about my dress, and I fucking love it.

"Well," I say, leaning in and giving him a good view of my cleavage, "maybe you should come over here and find out for yourself." His eyes widen, and I can see his jaw clench as he takes in the sight of my big tits.

He stands up, walks over, and sits down across from me. "I'm Henry," he says, extending his hand. I take it, and he pulls me in closer, so our faces are just inches apart. "And I think you're fucking gorgeous."

Fuck, this guy is direct, and I love it. I can feel my pussy throbbing, and I know he can see my hard nipples poking through my dress. "I'm Emmy," I whisper, licking my lips. "And I think you're trouble."

He grins, his eyes flicking down to my tits and back up to my face. "Baby, you have no idea." He reaches out, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, and then his hand trails down my neck, my shoulder, and finally, he's cupping my tit through my dress. I gasp, but I don't pull away. Fuck, it feels so good.

"People might see," I whisper, but I don't stop him. I want him to touch me, to claim me right here in this café.

"They will," he growls, squeezing my tit. "And they'll all wish they were me." He leans in, his lips brushing against my ear. "I want to fuck you, Emmy. Right here, right now. I want to make you scream my name while I pound that tight little pussy of yours."

Fuck, I'm so wet. I can feel my juices dripping down my thighs. I want him to fuck me, to use me like the little slut I am. I want him to be brutal, to treat me like a fucking whore. I want him to make me cum all over his big cock. 

But then, my fucking boyfriend walked in. He sees me with Henry, I think he didnt see his hand on my tit, but he clearly understood whats going on, and his face turned red with anger (who’s the redhead now lol). Fuck, fuck, fuck! I quickly pushed Henry's hand away, but the damage is done.

My bf storms over, grabs my arm, and pulls me up. "We're leaving," he snarls. I look back at Henry, apologetic, but he just smirks at me, like he knows this isn't over.

So what do I do now? My bf is pissed and I don’t even care. If I would want to see Henry again, how can I find him?

Okay fellows tight your seatbelts because the shit is about to be really dark. (My english is not that good so do adjust a little)

I saw this post with my original account then I switched to this account, so try not to judge.

I'M M20, and I live somewhere in UP (india).

My family and my grandmother's family live in the same colony, just two Street away from eachother, i always used to go to my grandmother's family because her mother (grandmother's mother) was alive till then and i used to call that house as 'mama ka ghr' (technically it is my father's mama's house) but i got this habit to say (ki mama k ghr ja rha hu),i always used to go to their house because mere papa k mama k ladke meri age k hi h and we had this great childhood together, so i used to go there very frequently and i even stays there for 2-3days every month, my father's maternal aunt don't have any daughter just 2son (2yr older than me, 1year older than me) but 5yrs ago she adopted his brother's daughter (mere father ki mami ne unke bhai ki beti ko adopt kiya tha). Now to get things easy I'll use relations as I'm on my father's level. (I always grew up saying relation like that so to not get confuse) Let's assume the name of daughter that she adopted as (Laila). 2 years ago, on 30oct. We had a close relative marriage in delhi and both my and my mama's family is going there for 2days. (30ki shaam ko nikal ke 32 ki shaam ko aana),.

I decided to not go to the wedding because me and my bestfriend planned to drink alcohol (for the 1st time), and i saw the opportunity and told my parents that i got important classes in the college (my college just started on 17oct, I'm a medical student). and my family agreed to leave the house on me. And on mama's side everyone is going except for Nani and laila. Mami said that you can sleep at our house because I'm 18dude and my house is big (1000gazh idk bhk). So it's not a big deal and it's not the first time I'm sleeping on their house and this "laila" all the story revolves around her, she is 6years older then me and She's kinda type of girl who is thick petite but not that fluffy type of thick, just thick and tight, and she have a really mesmerizing ass🍑, well mami is kind of strict so i don't think laila had sex in years and she always see me with that slutty eye, even touched my thighs a few months ago,. But for me, i did fantasies her alot but never ever did anything like that,.

Now it's 6pm 30oct- both families leave for the weeding, mami said laila will prepare your dinner and other meals so come here after you done with your studies and even suggest me to grab my books there but i denied (because i had vodka plan going on in my mind), my friend and i bought the vodka somehow, it was magic moment (green apple) it was my first time so please don't judge me🫠 Btw at 7:30pm we started drinking, we had sigrets, hookah,dance,sleep and then we woke up at 11pm by laila's call

She: oye tu aa nhi rha kya ghr? Kha h? Kuch khaya tune, aaja fir me fridge me rkh dungi khaana Me: aa rha hu bs kpde change krke ghr lock krdu.

I drop my friend at his house (and this same mf is calling me in real-time now🫠 I'm now, just now ) well leave i gotta dark confession to do.

So yeah, i get to her home with vanilla ice cream brick (ik she likes it)

Greet naani and her. (To this moment, I've nothing sexual going in my mind rn) Nani use to sleep on the ground floor because yk age factor, and i and laila was on the 1st floor,. I gave her the ice cream that i bring, She: awww kitta cutee h tuu (hn ye todhi nibbi si hi h) Me: khana dedo yrr bhuk lgri h She: deri hu rukja, garam krlu, me bhi khaungi Me: theek h krlo (started watching tv) She: fir ice cream khayenge badme.

Then we had dinner while watching some movie (idk the name). Then she said let me change my clothes till then i want you to bring the icecream and cutlery. She was wearing normal indian suit and changed into normal lower and t-shirt.. We both are in the same blanket (bedsheet as blanket) and she's also my gossip buddy for years. So there's no awkwardness type of thing in sitting close. We had ice cream and started talking and switch off the tv, we talked to 1am about random stuff like gossip of Cousins and little little about her ex and my ex, just random stuff nothing sexual..

This house is half as mine, we're in the hall area outside the room then she said:

She: chll yrr bhoot baate ho gye so ja ab (started moving to the bedroom) Me: ye kya baat hui yrr agr mujhe sona hota to apne ghr so jaata (she thought I'm saying this because she's going to the bedroom alone)

She: aaja fir chll andr hi so jayenge dono Me: nyi yrr tum sou me tv dekhra hu She: ok but zyda tez volume me mtt dekhiyo

Then i went to the balcony after 20-30mints and I've some leftover vodka filled in a fruiti 10 ₹pack (i planned this too) and i had 2-3cigrets there and went to the hall again (there's sofas and a bed in the hall i lay there and enjoying the warmth of vodka within my body)

After i lay there for 10-15mints i started hearing grunts immhh hahhh ahhhh ahhhhhh and my brain just filiped by hearing her moans my dick started growing and I'm drunk so I'm getting more horny,.i started to fantasies her but after a couple of minutes i thought i had an opportunity to check if she wants it to or not, so i got up to the refrigerator (in the hall) i intentionally started making noise like heavy footsteps and opening the fridge loudly, after i drink water i carried one bottle and closes the fridge loudly and starting singing (huming), she had stopped her love session (fingering) just after she know that I'm awake then i went to the bedroom acting like I'm wake midsleep and said to her todha side ho jao and she's acting like she's sleeping so from the other side i climbed the bed and sleep at a 2ft distance from her, we're both laying side wise face at eachother then i started moving slowly towards her and touched her leg with my leg, she turn to the other side (now we're in spooning but at 1ft distance)i started rubbing her leg with my leg slowly, she didn't respond for a few minutes but then she locked my leg between her legs and with this i got the confirmation that she's not sleep too(but had this fear weither we're going to have sex or not),i moved, i moved and moved to the point where my dick is on her thick ass🍑, I'm totally drunk and so horny and started rubbing my dick slowly on her ass cheeks she didn't made any sexual move to confirm she wants sex too till now but then she just pushed her whole ass rapidly on my dick (seems like she's fully turned on and now need my dick), at first i got scared but then i pushed my dick too (we're grinding roughly)then she stopped and i stopped too, and now she's slowly dry humping her thick ass on my dick and place my head behind her neck (breathing on her neck) started moving my hand towards her breast while slowly rubbing my dick on her ass, Then i started kissing her lips softly and this slowly turns itno passionate kiss we're both grunting and I'm loving it 🔪 rubbing her ass with my dick squeezing her breast and kissing passionately 😩then i move my left hand to her pussy(over clothes) and one hand pressing her breast 😩🍓 it was pure fantasy into life type of moment, then i removed her t shirt and mine too, now i can feel her breast in my hands, I'm squeezing them making my fingers wet in her mouth and then again giving her the best nipples play, pinching her nipples softly, bitting her lips firmly and rubbing her ass roughly,,.till now no word has spoken just grunts and moans then i said Me: chut khol kutiya apni She: ahhhhh (started removing her lower) Me: aaj teri chut me lund dalke hi rhunga randi(removed my pants too). She: ahhh haaanhhh daalde meri chut me apna lund Me: le pakad na bhen ki lodi (grab her hand and give my dick in her hand) we're still in spooning face in same direction I'm behind her, She: (giving me hand job while laying)chod de aaj to mujhe. Me: geela kr na mere lund ko bhen ki lodi She: imhhh (spit on her hand and giving handjob), chut pe ragad de meri apna lund bhoot geeli hori h Me: started rubbing my dick on her wet pussy while rubbing her clit and kissing her (her pussy was sooooo wet)

Then i pulled her hairs and said Me: aja ab lund choos bhen ki lodiii She: ahhh imhhh aja kutte chusu tera lund (and started going on me) I'm lying on my back and now she's licking my tip (this is the 1st time that I'm receiving bj and I'm already drunk too), i grabbed her hair and forced her head to take the whole dick but my dick is 5.5inches in grith so it's a little difficult for her but she some how manage to take it, I'm laying now and she's giving me a super wet bj, full of spit, and that pepper grinder handjob, she's sucking it soo passionately but i wanted more so i got up on the floor and she's kneel down and now I'm using her mouth as a pocket pussy and calling her whore,slut and abusing her, she's enjoying soo much She: teri randi hu me, chuswata reh apna lund mujhse, mera yhi kaam h Me: hn bhen ki Lodi aur chusaunga tujhe to (slapped her) She: ahhhh, aur zorse Me: saali h tu randi bdi wali (slapped her even harder) Then after few minutes i cum in her mouth Me:pii ja saali ise She: breathing heavily and swallowed my cum Then i instantly grab her and push her on the bed Me: ab tange khol apni teri chut chatunga She: aaja na yrrr chaat lee, aag lgri h isme Then i started eating her, (I'm just buying time for my refractory period but i enjoyed eating her pussy too) I was constantly pressing her breasts and fingering her while licking,after a few minutes she had her 1st orgasm She: ahhhh hhogyyaa😩💦rukja 2mint ab Me: abhi to shuru bhi nhi hua (my dick is hard now)i didn't stopped and lay over her while kissing her, making my dick rubbing her pussy (she's so sensetive now) She: ahhh bsss rukja yrrr 1mint Me: kissing her rapidly and didn't listen to her(slapped my dick on her wet pussy and then starting entering her pussy in missionary Me: fss fss k ja rha h teri chut me (she's ready for another orgasm and now she's a total slut) She: mujhe nhi pta bhosdike, chod ab mujhe (i slapped her face and started kissing her while my tip is inside her pussy then get back and started inserting my dick into her pussy, She's enjoying soo much (moaning my name) Then i stroke her heavily (not rapidly) i hold my dick when i pull (tip inside) then push into her pussy with force then slowly pull. Me: aja dhng se chudai krte h She: ghodi bnu tere liye Me: instantly toss her into doggystyle and she's a 10/10 in doggy style 😩 perfectly arched back, hips out, shoulder touching the bed and hand flat on bed,, This view is amazing and now I'm going to do some serious pounding, spanks her ass👋🏻🍑 Me: bhoot moti Gand h teri kutiya She: chudai kr na meri Me: started pounded her pussy like animals (then i thought of having anal so i wet my finger and started inserting in her ass, She: ahhhh yha mttt daal Me: mza aara h na tujhe bhen ki lodi She: ahhhhh haannnn Me: (turn her head by pulling her hair and said) geela kr mere lund ko She: instantly obeys (then i picked her up and released her on the floor making her again a kutiya (doggystyle) Me: gand marlu teri bhen ki lodi She: marle Me: i Started inserting my dick into her ass(she's screaming and this screaming making me fuck her ass like s cheap slut) She: bhoot bda lund h tera nhi jyega meri gand me. Me: lena to pdega tujhe bhen ki lodiii (i spit on her asshole and starting my dick into her ass. We fucked really hard, even she's pushing her ass as a gesture that fuck me more fuck me hard, then I making her stand against the wall, we're infront of a mirror but it's night and every light is off so we're barely seeing ourselves, i pounded her ass really hard, then turn her around and picked her up and fucking her pussy, she's loving it, then i through her on the bed, missionary (she had 4-5orgasm and i had just 1) She: kitna chodega, meri chut ftt jyegi Me: mza nhi aa rha kya tujhe chinaal She: mza to bhoot aara h tbhi to chut me drd hora h firbhi chude jaari hu. Me: switched the positions and made her ride my dick, she's riding my dick like a pro, She: hone wala h yrr firsee Me: krti reh bhen ki Lodi (I'm about to orgasm too) While she's riding my dick i orgasm before her and moaned really loudly by hearing my moan she started riding me even more rapidly, I'm soo out of control (moaning loud in pleasure then she just had the orgasm within a minute and not just sny orgasm but she squirted, her squirt all over my abdomen, we're both exhausted, i cum in her pussy and she squirted too, now our fluids are mixing over our body she then fall into my arm while still my semi hard dick in her pussy, we cuddled like that, i kissed her forehead then she move aside and thank me and started breastfeeding me like a baby (maybe her kink) now she pulled my head into her breast, made me suck her nipples and massaging my head, we then slowly fall asleep as we both are exhausted (it's 4:30am now) and i sleep while sucking her breast and she's holding my head into her breast, our legs crossed and the sickness of our love fluids

(Ok everyone it's 3am now i gotta sleep but this the 40% of the story I'll write the other 60% some another day and the dark part is also very dark of this confession (no she didn't get pregnant) it's even darker than that, I'll see if people are interested and will write the remaining 60% in a few days) Till then see yaa, good night

Uber Ride

My wife went to a work going-away party for some contractors who had wrapped up a three-month program in her hospital department. They chose a bar in midtown run by one of the nurse's husbands, where they could get drinks at a discount. Since we live in the suburbs, she had arranged a ride with a coworker to get there after work and planned to Uber back to her car at the hospital afterward. I stayed home since I was preparing for a trip the next day—doing laundry, packing, and picking up a rental car.

Throughout the evening, she texted me updates, saying she was having a good time, that more people than expected had shown up, and that some of the nurses were getting pretty tipsy. I asked about her ride home, and she assured me that Linda, who wasn’t drinking, would give her a ride back to her car. But later, she messaged me that Linda had left, so she would likely need to Uber after all. I offered to pick her up, even though it was a long drive, but she reminded me I was busy with trip prep. Still, I told her to let me know if she needed a ride.

Near midnight, I checked in, asking if she was okay. She texted back, saying she was having a blast and jokingly mentioned a couple of contractors hitting on her now that they were leaving. I told her to have fun but be safe, and to call if she needed a lift. By 1:30, she messaged that she was too drunk to drive and might need a ride home. I threw on shorts, a t-shirt, and a ball cap, jumped in the rental (a white Ford Explorer), and headed her way.

As I neared the bar, she texted asking what kind of car I was in, so I reminded her again. When I arrived, she was outside chatting with two guys. I rolled down the window and joked, “Ma’am, your Uber is here.” She came over and asked if we could drop her friends off on the way. I didn’t mind and waved them in. All three climbed into the back seat, with her sitting in the middle, laughing and chatting with her friends.

As I drove, it dawned on me that, in the ball cap and different car, she might not have even recognized me right away. I asked them if they had a good time, one of the guys said “Oh yea”. It was dark and I could only see in the back every so often as we went by a street light. They were having some small talk and laughing. I could tell my wife was pretty sauced as she was all smiles and laughter. I saw some movement but wasn’t exactly sure what was going on. Then as we were driving we hit a little traffic due some construction. Going a little slower, I could peek in the back more. At this point, she started laughing and I asked what was so funny. She laughingly said “Mr. Uber, Mr. Uber driver these guys want to know if they could fuck me in your car?” I thought she was joking so I stated, “Sure just don’t make too much mess”.

One of the guys was a taller, skinny Hispanic guy, looked to be in his mid-20s. While the other guy was a white guy in his late 20s but was of average height and medium build. Next thing I know, she was making out with the hispanic guy while the other was feeling up her tits. This went on for a few minutes before they switched. Even though it was hard to see exactly what was going on, with limited light and trying to keep my eyes on the road. At some point, they shifted and it looked like my wife was jerking the white guy off as the Hispanic guy was trying to get her pants down. Slowed down a little and stayed in the slow lane so I could watch as much as possible. I heard moaning, I know my wife’s noises and I could tell she was being fingered. Looked like she was now blowing the white guy as the Hispanic guy was playing with her pussy. The white guy started to say, “Oh fuck, OH FUCK” Then I felt him push on my seat.

She came up after a minute or so, started to giggle and wiping her face. The Hispanic guy moved her around so that he was in the middle seat, she was on top of him, facing the front of the car. Then she started to bounce on him and moan. Her face was forward between the front seats. I looked right at her and she had her eyes closed and moaning. She got louder, and grunted loudly. I knew she was cumming on his cock. He didn’t last much longer and as he said he was going to come, thinking she would hop off but she kept grinding on him. She fell back onto him. They kissed some more as we pulled up to their hotel.

Once we arrived they all sort of straightened up and then got out of the car. I was confused why she got out. The Hispanic guy came over to the window, he gave me 40 bucks for the mess and thanked me for being the coolest Uber driver. She went into the hotel with them. I was confused and thought she was just fucking with me. Then I get a text, “Hey going to Denny’s with some of the girls to sober up and be home later”. I decided to wait in the parking lot. Around 2 hours later, she shows up outside the hotel. I pull up, and she walks up to the window and says “Uber for Derly?” I take my hat off and she looks at me, stunned. “What are you doing here?” as she gets in. Looking a little nervous, I told her what happened and she looked at me, “Sorry. You mad?”. “No, I’m not mad just confused.” She says she really had no clue it was me and that she was going to tell me later.”

On the drive home, she told me what happened. That they were contractors leaving the project and that they had the hots for her since the start of the project. They hung out all night drinking and hitting on her. She ordered and Uber and I happened to show up instead. She didn’t know anything was going to happen but that it was hot. She went to the Hispanic guys room, they smoked a joint. Then the white guy said he was upset that he didn’t get his chance have to sex with her. She told him the night was still young and he came over to her and started to make out with her. Things progressed fast until he was fucking her from behind on the bed while she was sucking the Hispanic guys dick. The white guy pulled out and came on her back. He said he was done and went to his room. She fucked the Hispanic guy 2 more times before calling an Uber and came downstairs and I was there. We still laugh and joke about it. She refers to me as her Uber driver at times as an inside joke.

So I was at my parents house for my moms birthday dinner and my boyfriend was coming over after work he asked me to bring him a change of clothes because he works construction during the day so he could shower and change at my parents before dinner.

As my family all started showing up our house was getting full cousins, aunts and even my creep uncle who I swear wanted to fuck me when I was younger. I guess it's not too weird a good part of my family does sex work (my moms a porn star).

So my boyfriend comes in and he says hi and tells me hes going to shower and to bring him clothes , i think he wants to have a quicky or something because I was on my period and we couldn't have sex the whole week. So as I finished helping my parents in the kitchen and go upstairs to bring him clothes.

I open the door and see my uncle showering and he was jerking off in the shower with his eyes closed; I couldnt help but stare a bit until he realized someone opened the door and saw me but he didnt stop jerking off and I kind of liked it even though hes my uncle and older than me I wanted to help him finish. I lifted my shirt to show him my boobs and let him touch them. He said hes always thought I was hot but were family so he didnt make any moves on me. His dick was huge and I stroked it a bit before putting it in my mouth and letting him shove my face down his cock. I got scared becuase I was making gagging sounds so I had to stop but the whole dinner after i couldnt stop thinking about what just happened. I was wet the whole time knowing it was my uncle and that I cheated on my boyfriend.

Brad had a problem. He didn’t know what sildenafil was, but it definitely wasn’t for a headache. His entire body throbbed, and his face was red as blood coursed through him. He felt like he was going to level up to the next step of cultivation or something. But as he sat in the livingroom on the couch with his legs crossed his biggest issue was the glaringly large problem of his hard cock and the chatter box in the seat across from him. She just wouldn’t stop talking and he had to get her to look away so he could escape without revealing his excitement.

His stepmother, named of all things, Angel was a chatter box. But that is what you get when you are old, rich, and marry a trophy wife you find at a Vegas casino. Angel was of Danish heritage or something and had a small lilt to her voice that gave away that maybe her English wasn’t all she grew up learning.

Well, it her English was as good as she could make it. Angel wasn’t the smartest thing, thirty or forty years ago they would call the blonde woman a bimbo. Brad wasn’t trying to be sexist or anything, he liked her and all, but damn she was dumb. As a result she covered her lack of smarts with a never ending onslaught of chatter.

Smart or not, she could probably be a Hollywood star had she met a producer instead of his boring old father. His father was eighty or something, which meant he had Brad with another trophy wife, Darleene, when he was around sixty. Brad’s mom was wicked smart, she knew what she was getting in to and got all she could before she was ousted by the next trophy, Angel.

“And theeeen you know what he did, he bought me this!” Angel said as she leaned forwards showing Brad a necklace his father had bought her. “Isn’t it so beautiful I think it’s made of—”

Her voice kind of went to white noise in Brad’s mind as she stared at her necklace, or rather the impressive rack she had. Whatever ancestral blood made her gifted her ivory white skin, a slight bronzing to it since she liked to go outside a lot, long legs that pushed her height to more than his six feet. She had to have been six four, six six, he wasn’t sure. He was just appreciative that it brought those--they must have been E or F sized, something above D definitely--down so he could look down the deep cleavage line.

They were at home on a casual day so her pure natural blonde hair was up in a messy bun, she wore a sports top and yoga pants, just returned from a run or another one of her exercises. It was enough to make him get a chubby on a normal day. Now, with was coursing through his nineteen-year-old body like a raging bull, he had a hard on that threatened to rip open his trackpants. His blood throbbed through him, each heartbeat felt like it had enough force that his skin would burst.

Her body had hips that were made to grab and thighs that were made to wrap around you. Curvy and perfect with just enough muscle and padding to make every feminine feature pop. This trophy was exquisite.

“Brad…? Braaaad? Earth to Brad?” Angel was saying, finally pulling his attention away from how he wanted to grab hold of her and do so many inappropriate things.

“Yea?” He asked lazily as his cock throbbed, actually it started to feel a bit uncomfortable.

“Are you feeling okay?” Angel asked in concern, her large crystal blue eyes wide with concern and naivete.  “You don’t look well, you are all read and very distracted, normally when we talk you are a very good listener but today you are not a very good listener, so are you feeling well, are you sick, oh do you have a fever?” The rapid-fire endless stream of words waned for a moment as she stood up and crossed to him. She pressed the back of her hand to his forehead, it felt cool and soothing to his thundering heart rate, but it also swiftened as she got closer.

He could smell her, she smelled like vanilla and sin. Her scent wafting from a body that had just been working hard on keeping her figure. She needed a shower, but the sharp sweet smell only made him want to rip her clothes off and have his way for her. As his lust sharply rose and he let out a small groan of frustration as he tried to reign it in. This was his step-mother, he needed to stop. His father’s wife, not some cheap bar chick he could have his way with and then shut her up for a few bills afterwards.

“Oh my god, you are burning up!” Angel exclaimed and put her hands to her mouth, finally stopping the never-ending chatter. He would have thought it a miracle if he wasn’t busy staring at the small jewel belly button piercing she had. She was so close, her dirty pussy wafting its stink right in front of him, the form fitting leggings showing him her mound and a slight camel toe. Yoga pants, who invented those needed a Nobel prize, because they were a fucking genius.

“Brad, what can I do to help you?”

“Nothing, nothing…” he said, nearly laughing with hysteria, but a grunt of discomfort came out and he repositioned himself. Could a cock fill with so much it could explode? Because that was what it felt like to him.

“Okay! Off to bed mister!” Angel ordered him, using a passable mother’s voice. She would make a great mom, those wide hips to push it out, those huge tits for it to suckle from. Damn he’d like to suck on them. Her milk would be so sweet. Maybe he should put a baby into her right now. No. No. Those were bad thoughts. Illicit thoughts. Delicious thoughts.

“Erhm. No. I’m fine. I just took a med. Must be messing with me.” He said as he repositioned himself. “Sildenafil.”

“Silden… Sil…S… A medicine? I don’t know what that one is but it doesn’t matter let’s get you to bed right now mister so you can lay back and feel better, we will turn on the cool air and I’ll even get you a wet cloth for your forehead and you will fill great I promise it will be fine I’ll take such good care of you.”

“Yes mom.” Brad let slip, half accidentally, half sarcastically. It just came out, she sounded just like his mom. Felt like her a little bit as she tried to take care of him, even though she was far closer to his age than his mothers. Damn, these strange thoughts, his mind must be overloaded with the throbbing blood.

“Hah, I told you when I married your father, you don’t have to call me mom.” She said but sounded quite pleased as she slapped him on the shoulder. He winced.

“Sensitive!” He said in explanation as she started to apologize profusely.

“Sorrysorrysorry, I’m so sorry sweety, come one. Let’s get you to bed.” She said as she started to pull on one arm gently. He resisted but she kept pulling and he almost fell over, his legs going wide to brace himself. She suddenly stopped pulling on him and her hands went to her mouth, her eyes as big as saucers.

“Ohmygodohmygodohmygod,” she said over and over before covering her eyes and apologizing again. She retreated from him, almost jumping back in her haste to distance herself. “Sorrysorrysorry, I didn’t mean to… oh my god…”

“What?” He asked as he looked at himself. “Oh, yea. Super boner.” His cock was at high, painfully high, mast. “Sorry. Sorry. I didn’t mean… Ouch!!” He tried to push it down but it hurt.”Damnit, it hurts!”

“Ohhhhhh,” Angel suddenly said and made a knowing expression. “You accidentally took one of your father’s little helpers, little blue pill yea? I bet that was it, but that means…. Ohmygodohmygodohmygod, that means you are in trouble!”

“Trouble?”

“Yes! Your father says that his helper pills, once he takes them, he has to cum or the pressure with make his dick explode, like for real!” She was shocked. “And I can’t get a headache or say I don’t feel well or anything we have to do it or he might die of a heart attack, he said!”

“Oh shit!” Brad said, but he smelled something fishy with that line, a little memory of commercials saying only if it last five hours was there an issue. Well, something else smelled fishy too, but that was making his mouth water.

“You need to take care of that right now!” She said firmly. “Do you need some lube or some pictures or something, I know some good sites with very good videos.” She started to look around the living room for her phone.

“I don’t think…” Brad said as he touched his erection and winced markedly. “I can’t touch it, it hurts too much!”

“Oh… oh… this isn’t good, you need help right now, we should call 911 and ask for an ambulance or something to come take care of you.” Angel said and started to look hurriedly for her phone.

“Wait! I can’t let others know this is happening. It’s embarrassing! It’s hard enough talking about this with my step-mom! Please mommy, don’t do it!” Brad begged, trying to coax her away from that idea, who the hell wanted a paramedic giggling over your massive hard on. Well, unless it was a hot paramedic.

“Well… what then?” She asked.

He looked at her pointedly.

“Wait… you don’t mean…”

“Your hands are gentler than mine, mine are all rough. What if you tried to... Please… Let’s just keep it between us… a secret…. Nobody has to know how bad I fucked up, yea?” He said. “It will just be a secret between me and you. Nobody else. Our special thing.”

“Well…. I mean… I could… But you are my step-son!” She waffled back and forth as her bright blue eyes stared at his tented pants.

“Please… isn’t this what family does…? Help each other when something bad is happening? Please take care of me, mommy.” Brad asked, playing into the role a little heavily. He knew it was wrong, but it was oh so right, he would convince this woman to be his or die trying.

“Well… okay… just this once! Our secret!” She said and looked at him sternly. “You can’t tell anyone, they might get the wrong idea, this is just medical!”

“Thank you, please. It hurts, can you help….” He said as he stood and started to pull on his waistband. It was difficult to free his painful erection without brushing it and he kept wincing as he slowly pulled his pants. He looked to her for help and she walked up to him. Her nice thick ass swaying delightfully, her tits giving a giggle with each step. He swore he didn’t know how her tight sports top didn’t burst under the strain those huge things put it through.

“I will try.” She said with a cute and shy smile. Her cheeks colored as he looked into her eyes. Ay, mama, was all he could think. “Let’s take care of you my….” She looked in his pants as she helped pulled on the stretchy waist band. “…my big boy…” her voice went a little quiet as his cock was finally released with his pants going down down his thighs. He almost sighed in pleasure as the feeling of being unbound was so great. His cock was rock hard and it seemed to throb in the air.

“Okay. I see you and your father have some… differences. Big differences. Why don’t you sit back down and I’ll just… try to massage it okay?” She guided him back down before squatting down in front of him. Her eyes were locked on his cock and it twitched happily as her squat showed off the delicious camel toe and released more of her scent into the air. Dirty and sexy at the same time, he wanted to eat her up, it smelled absolutely delectable. Maybe he would…

She reached out and a delicate hand and gently wrapped her fingers around his cock. It was a full handful for her, and she seemed entranced for a moment by how she couldn’t fit her hand all the way around it. Brad’s hands dug into the armrest of the chair and he gave a satisfied grunt. His sensitive cock and the look of the blonde bombshell grabbing hold of it thrilled him to no ends.

She gently ran her hand along his engorged shaft and he winced.

“Lube?” He asked her.

“Sorry, I’m all out…” She said and trailed off. “I meant to buy some but forgot… I could go and get some real quick?” she offered with a helpful smile, wide and toothy, she was radiant, and he had all the wrong things on his mind for such a sweet smile.

“No, it hurts, I don’t know how much longer I can stand it!” He said and hesitated. “Well, you know what they say!”

“No...” she looked confused “…what?”

“Spit on it.”

“Oh! Ohhhhhhh Okay!” She agreed happily and readjusted herself to get her knees. Her stomach pressed against his legs as she leaned against him. Her beautiful tits squeezed together in their suffocating bra, taking up all of his eyesight as they grazed the top of his knees. She had to lean forward quite a bit to get over her breasts. She let out a long line of saliva that stringed down to connect with his cock. It hung from her bottom lip and all he wanted to do was lean in and bite it. She smiled as the line snapped, a pleasant and helpful smile, pleased to be helping him feel better.

“Thank you, Momma Angel.” Brad said to her, and her smile grew. Some hair had fallen loose of her bun and was swaying around her face.

“Don’t worry, Brad. I will take good care of you.” She said as she sunk down to her haunches and started to rub the spit around his shaft. He could see her ass spread out as she sat on her feet, its beautiful curves framing her perfectly.

She began to gently stroke him, the smallest bit of lube from the spit letting her slide along. He left out a rough grunt of approval as she milked his shaft, a small spurt of precum leaking out. Her thumb claimed it and used it to lube him more. He squeezed harder onto the armrests as a small moan slipped out.

“Are you okay? Does it hurt, do you need more spit?” she asked, concerned in her voice.

“Yea, more would be good.” He said and she leaned in, her brests pressing into his knees as she tried to leak more spit on his dick. She was close enough that her breath blew out to tickle his cock. Another small spurt of precum shot out and landed on her lip, she licked out instinctively and made a wide-eyed look of shock as she tasted him.

He pretended he didn’t see, and she pretended she hadn’t just licked up some of his cum.

“My mouth is dry or something, I can’t get any more spit to come out…” She said stutteringly as if she failed to produce any more spit for him.

“You have plenty still left,” he said. She looked at him, a look of confusion on her face. “Your tongue is wet, your lips. I can see it.” he said.

“Oh! Yea, I guess so, so wha…. Oh… OH!” She said in shock, but though this all she hadn’t stopped stroking him. “Well… this stays a secret…? Good, I guess it would be okay… Just this once!” She insisted again before leaning in and sliding her tongue along his cock. Like a switch had been flipped in her, she started to lap at his cock like an animal. He grunted and twitched as she slid her tongue along the bottom of the shaft, it felt so good, but nothing in comparison to when she closed her mouth over the head of his dick. His hips bucked and she took more of him into her mouth.

She stroked and sucked on him in a rhythmic bob, her blonde hair loosening from its bun in her exuberant attack on him. It cascaded down and hid her like a curtain was thrown over her head. The feel of her silk locks as it pooled on his belly an unexpected delight. His hips thrust again, and he herd her gag slightly as he went a little too deep. He couldn’t help it, it felt so good. His hands came up and twined with her blond hair and grabbed it in handfuls. She moaned something, trying to talk with a cock in her mouth, but he only grunted back in reply as her humming voice vibrated him.

He tensed and groaned as his climax started to build.

She went down. And down. And down, he realized that she had worked her way lower and lower. Taking him into her mouth more and more until she bottomed out. She worked his dick into her throat and out in increasingly fast motions. The ring of her throat giving an amazing pop to his cock head with each pass.

One of her hands gripped his thigh, her nails digging in with each rough pass. The other hand squeezes his balls, running them back and forth through her fingers, the delightful pinches increasing his fervor.

His hip thrusts only intensified and his hands pulled her head into him, quicker and quicker. She gagged and choked on him, each spasm in her throat massaging him.

He face fucked her until he couldn’t hold it back anymore and his cock exploded. He jammed it in her throat hilt deep, as his spasming orgasm ran through him. Her long tongue tickled his balls as she squeezed them to push through every last drop he had. She let him cum down her throat until he released her hair. She pulled back, coming up for air with a long gasp and cough, she threw her hair back and looked at him. She looked beautiful and ragged at the same time, he face flushed red and heated, with wet eyes and tear marks running down her face. She continued to stroke his dick, milking all the cum out of his long shaft.

“Are you…. Are you okay?” He panted at her, but she just smiled as she leaned in to lick up the cum that was leaking out him.

“Oh, don’t worry about your mama, she is tougher than that.” She said, her voice ragged and gravelly from the punishment her throat took.

She continued to stroke his cock. Her pleasant fingers running up and down his cum coated and saliva-soaked shaft. She licked at it like a lollipop trying to clean every bit. Her other hand ran along her face, wiping away the tears from the face fucking. She flicked back her hair getting it away from her mouth as she gently lapped and suckled at his still hard cock.

“It… isn’t going away, Angel” Brad said in surprise. Those little pills he took were still pulsing through his blood and his rock-hard cock still throbbing with unspent energy. “I think I need to cum again…”

After a lot of courage, I'm telling you about the incident. We used to live in a society with my family 4 years ago. I was about 41 back then. Now we live in a different state. There was a guy in our apartment. He used to live on the 3rd floor above ours. He was tall and a martial arts student something called muay thai. Many times he used to get involved in fights with other boys. I don't want to mention his name...let's say (AR)

His reputation was bad in our society. Many complaints were there against him from other people in our society.

My husband had always supported him many times financially. As he was from the same place where my husband is. He used to call my husband bade bhaiya and my kids bhatije and he used to call me Bhauji. He used to give me compliments many times but I never took his compliments in any different way. He was like my younger brother. I always took it as fun. I used to laugh when he used to say gali gali me halla ba, humar bhabhi gajab ba. But his compliments soon turned into flirting and like the same I used to take it as fun. One day he came to my house to give us some sweets he brought. When giving the sweets he holds my hand palm area for a few seconds. He was complimenting my hands komal hath me mitai aur meeta ho jata he something like that.

Then one day my husband got his transfer order to where we are living currently. At that time my husband was in the head office for his training. So it was like after training we will move to a different place.

I was very busy. I was packing everything, That guy(AR) was helping me a lot in packing and wrapping up the things, naming them he was doing everything for me. Also, he was sad that we were going away. He mentioned many times aap humko yaad karna, humko yaad karke royiye ga. After 3 days later my kids were in school and I was getting ready to go to the Market.

Suddenly the doorbell rang, I was not feeling well suddenly my 6th sense worked like it would be not good to open the door. I saw through the peephole it was AR, so I opened the door and made the biggest mistake of my life.

He came like a beast toward me, he put one hand to my mouth and another to my waist and dragged me to the bedroom. I was not registering what was happening. That time I realised how strong he is. I was wearing a saree and he grabbed my pallu with one pull he took it off and wrapped it around my mouth.

I was not able to breathe properly. Words were not coming from my mouth I was shocked my brain was frozen. I somehow managed to push him and beat him but he was not letting me go. He throws me to the bed. I was lying down in a half-saree and a guy was at my top. I tried to push him with my legs. But he unzips his pants and grabs my legs. The more I pushed him with my legs and the more I jerked my legs the more my petticoat was sliding up. He grabbed my both legs and put his dick inside me and started to fuck me. He holds my hand so that I cannot take off my pallu from my mouth. And continuously for around 10 minutes, he fucked me in that position. I was numbed but after that, he didn't finish. He choked me with one hand and took off his shirt. A clear 6 pack of abs were visible and he was looking so hot. But I was controlled by emotions and tried to remove his hands from me but he was so strong I was nothing in front of him. He gets completely naked. His dick was full straight. I thought he would put his dick in my mouth. Maybe I was ready for that deep inside my heart. But he went down toward my legs and took off my petticoat and slides my saree to my waist. I don't know why I was not saying anything I was just watching everything he was doing to me. Then he started to lick my pussy like a beast. I was able to feel his tongue completely inside of me. It was something I never experienced. I can't even explain how I was feeling. He was rotating his tongue inside me. I can feel the movement of his tongue going up and down and rotating. After a few minutes, I realized my whole body was in the air. The more he licks the more my body goes up. I was bending my whole body in the air. In a few minutes, I just gave up. I cummed hard. Water was coming from my vagina.

He then laid on top of me and started to fuck me again like a beast for another 30-40 minutes. Kissing and biting my whole neck and lips. Moving his hands on my belly and rubbed my clint. After sometime later he just finished and slept on another side of the bed.

Then I Heard the school bus was coming I quickly managed to put my saree on. And we didn't even utter a word, he just took his clothes and went away.

After that day I ignored him for 3 days then my husband came from his training and we shifted here. I blocked his number and everything. But with my fake ID, I sometimes check out his insta profile.

Even today whenever me and my husband had sex I think of him like he is fucking me It creates an unnatural spark in my body.

Me and my husband have been good friends with our Neigbhors across the street for a year or so, since we moved in. Well, idk the whole story, but on Saturday - my neigbhor, let’s call her Hailey (F48), suggested that our husbands go grab drinks downtown with her husbands work, they had like a sponsor dinner or something, while we hangout. I needed a good wine night and vent session, so they boys went for free drinks and we split a cheap box of wine and talked shit about the neighborhood.

Well … after a couple hours she starts telling me how her and Andy are getting divorced, that he’s moving out next month. She starts crying, showing me how she got a boob job for him, did everything for him, etc.

I didn’t know how to respond so I just hugged her and kept drinking. Before I knew it she’s showing me her boob job, telling me all the sexual stuff she did for him, asking if I like her new boobs, asking me to hold them, etc.

In hindsight, it was odd, and happened at light speed. But next thing I know, she’s on my lap, in just panties, and she’s kissing my neck. Naturally, I’m holding her butt - like, whatever - what else do I hold.

I kinda just laughed it off until she tried kissing me, I pulled back and shook my head - like, sorry Hailey, she tried again, I legit then just said no, then she slid her hand down my sweats and began fingering me and kissing my neck - from there - game over. I mean, she’s already naked and now I’m squirming in her hand. I didn’t kiss her at all until I started cumming the first time, because at that point I couldn’t stand it.

So, at this point I give in and we started making out, again, I came in her hands, then I ripped my pants off, held my legs, then guided her head down sort of giving her permission to go down on me. From there, I held her hair back and rode her face for a few minutes - cumming a couple more times.

From there - I was like - what do I even do, like, it’s happening - so I got naked and I laid back on her couch while she rode my face. We 69’d a bit but it was more her riding my face while I made her cum.

Her couch got super lumpy and wasn’t the best so we then went to her room and I pretty much told her like flat out that we had about 30 minutes before the boys got home - and to do whatever she wanted - but be quick.

After she ate me out again, she did me from behind with her strap - then I rode her strap while we made made out. Riding her strap while she sat in their bedroom accent chair was probably the best. I legit lost track of time for how into it I go - between cumming and making out. I did let her spank me a lot and she left a number of hickies on my neck and chest, but I was so turned on I honestly was let down when I heard her garage door opening - meaning her husband was home.

In the moment, I was so horny that I was just melting. We did so much, most of it a first for me, and it happened too fast to process. But In hindsight, the next morning, I just felt off.

It didn’t help that the next day, while I was outside with my toddler, I waved and said yellow to her and she responded with “I prefer the tone you used when saying my name last night”. Like - yeah, I get it, you know what I taste and sound like… noted.

Then my son mistakenly called her Gramma

Like, fuck me - literally, I guess!

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Part 53

Her joyful reaction was worth every bit of sweat and traffic I had to go through, and on top of that, I would be trying food I had never had before… so it was a win-win.

When we sat down at the table, I said, “Chrissie, can you please order for me? I want to try whatever it is that makes you do that dance. I want to dance like that too!” She smiled suggestively and said, “If that’s the case, I have another dance I should show you,” and she laughed, and she laughed, and she laughed to the point that I had to laugh too—not because I agreed or wanted to encourage the behavior, but her happiness and bubbly laughter was so contagious!

The truth is that her joke was not lost on me. Maybe she was doing it on purpose. Maybe this whole thing was on purpose, and I was falling for it like a sucker.

I guess the question really was if I wanted to be a curious, willing, and participating sucker… or not.

Though, I did wonder if this was all part of Gabriel’s plan. I mean, let me be honest, I was OBVIOUSLY not against the whole idea; I was, at the very least, curious. My mind reminded me every chance it got… but Gabriel is so honest and upfront about everything else, why would he hide his intention in this situation? But then again, he did say polyamory from the start, so maybe he was clear, and I just didn’t really get it until now. The thoughts of that polyamory video I saw came rushing back to my mind.

Anyway, I decided to cunningly pry a little more into Chrissie, not in a malicious way, but I wanted to know more about her.

I said, “Chrissie, so what made you want to be a therapist?” Hey, I had to start somewhere!

She responded, “I don’t know, I guess I was just intrigued by the human mind, and getting a PhD would take a lot more work, time, and money. So, this is good enough for now. Most people will tell you that they become therapists because they want to help people, and there’s some truth to that, but there’s also a huge part of us that wants to understand our own fucked up thoughts, you know?”

Fucked up thoughts, you say??? My eyes got THIS big, she was speaking to my soul!

I asked, “What do you mean, your ‘fucked up thoughts’?” She said, “Take me for example. I grew up in a very religious, conservative home with great parents who worked very hard to give me everything they could, and I love them for that. At the same time, I liked girls and a few other things that were ‘fucked up’ according to my upbringing and religion. That all created confusion and curiosity in me to try to understand it.”

I asked, “Is it working so far?” She just looked at me and said, “Red, sometimes you just like what you like. No need to let it torture you. It is like Gabriel said, ‘make peace with what you like, try to incorporate it into your life in the safest way possible, and move on to your next abomination,’ had I known that I would’ve saved a lot of money on college.”

We both laughed, and I asked, “Did he really say that?” and she said, “Yup, makes perfect sense to me. You can either spend your life chasing your tail, mortifying yourself trying to figure out why weird things bring you joy, or just love, enjoy, and live with them, as long as you’re not hurting anyone… without their consent, that is… Because I like being hurt a little, and I consent…I consent very much.”
And she laughed, and she jiggled, and she wiggled. I obviously joined her because it was funny, and after having my hair pulled and butt spanked, I knew exactly what she meant, and I concurred… I too, consent very much.

This evening was nowhere near as tough as I thought it was going to be. Chrissie was very easy to talk to, funny, and clever. I was enjoying myself more than I ever thought I would.

At one point, Chrissie pulled out her phone and said, “Let’s take a picture and send it to Gabriel, that will make him happy.” Now, work with me here—I had never had someone do the whole “let’s take a selfie” thing with me, and I was not very comfortable with posing for pictures, especially in public. As she aimed the camera, she said, “Red, smile!” but I struggled. I just couldn’t bring myself to do it; I felt self-conscious. Then she said, “You are brave enough to pick up men at coffee shops, but you can’t do this?” and that did it! She took the picture, we were both laughing like crazy people, and she sent it to Gabriel.

I wondered if Gabriel really told her that I picked him up on purpose. He obviously did say it, but did he really think it? Was that what Chrissie thought?

I found a pause and shyly asked, “So, Chrissie, you are bisexual?” She laughingly responded, “I am a little bisexual, only a little bit, and only when the moonlight hits me in the right way, only then am I bisexual. But to hear Gabriel tell it, I am one Gabriel away from being lesbian.” We both laughed… a lot. Her response was hilarious, and I had soup coming out of my nose trying to repeat what she said about the moonlight hitting her in the right way. She continued, “But yes, I enjoy women as well as men, women a little more, but I like both.”

It was such a great moment, which apparently was too great because she had to end it by asking, “How about you, Red? Do you like women?”—AHHH FUCK! My curiosity did me in, again.

How would I even answer that? I couldn’t say “yes” because I didn’t know, and I couldn’t say “no” because, well, I didn’t know. This was the jiggly bitch, the girl whose lip gloss helped me reach a delightful orgasm. I stayed quiet, thinking and not knowing how to answer.

Chrissie must’ve sensed my discomfort and said, “Hm… I see. Don’t worry, Red, you have plenty of time to figure it out, there’s absolutely no rush. Take your time.”—and that relaxed me… for about 2 seconds, because then she whispered, “If you find that you are, call me.”—and she went into another laughing fit, while I tried to figure out what the hell to say. I kind of just short-circuited and stared at her blankly, which only caused her to jiggle some more while saying, “Red, you-are-a-dorable!”

When she was done making fun of me, she said, “Ok Red, I won’t put you on the spot anymore, but keep in mind that neither Gabriel nor I will ever pressure you into anything. I am sure you and him have had conversations about him needing you to be all in on everything you guys do, and I will never do anything that will jeopardize my relationship with him, so you are more than safe.”—I nodded, and she continued, “Let’s play a game; I know you’re nervous and don’t want to talk about yourself. So, ask me questions, whatever you want, and I will answer.”

Now this is a game I can get into! I smiled and said, “Thanks Chrissie.” She smiled, I guess she recognized my eagerness and said, “See, the fact that you’re wanting to do this says so much about you, you’re not shying away, you’re trying to figure out how things work, our Sir is so right about your curiosity, it is fucking cute!”

Yeah, yeah, yeah, cute curiosity, I get it… Let’s play! I started, “Ok, ok, ok, Chrissie, I have questions that I am DYING to know the answers to.”—she got a huge smile on her face and said, “Shoot.” I said, “What’s with the whole curiosity thing? Most of my life, I’ve been getting yelled at for being curious, but you and Gabriel seem to love it. Why?”

She laughed and said, “Other than it being fucking adorable?”—we both laughed, and she continued— “We love curiosity, it keeps things new and exciting. We both are very curious people who love to laugh and enjoy our lives, so when he realized how curious you are about, well, everything, he got very excited… he thinks you’re amazing, and I am kind of coming around… kinda.”

I never thought of it that way. Growing up, my curiosity was always frowned upon. Asking questions that, apparently, I shouldn’t ask… but I wanted to knowww!
Chrissie was going to regret suggesting this game, because I had questions for days!

So, I said, “Please don’t laugh at me, I just want to understand. Back in class, when the guy wanted to work with me, you said something along the lines of him thinking you wanted you to be submissive to him. What does that mean? Are you like, selectively submissive? Is that a thing?” She looked at me for a second and said, “Of course buttercup! I do need to be submissive, but my submissive side is mine to give, and I only give it if I want to.
I am submissive, very submissive, but my submission is exclusively for Gabriel… and for you too Red, if the moonlight hits me just right that day.”—and she went into another laughing fit while I just got flustered and confused. All I was able to say was, “Chrissie, am shyyyy!!”—while still laughing, she continued, “That guy can go crawl under a nickel and lick Jefferson’s balls.”—Holy shit! That was hilarious! We both laughed until we were crying.

Anyway, I was still curious about the whole dom, master, slave, etc. thing from the meeting the day before, so I said, “Yesterday, Gabriel took me to a meeting and there were a bunch of people who would say things like ‘dom,’ ‘master,’ ‘slave’ when talking about their partners. What is that?”

She said, “Ah, he took you to a MAsT meeting. Did you meet the guys there?”

I said, “Yes, I met them. One of them gave a lecture, it was good. I just don’t know what those things mean, and I am curious. I tried looking it up, but I just got a bunch porn.”

She laughed and said, “Did you like the porn?”—she laughed but did not give me a chance to respond and continued, “First of all, I don’t think I am fully qualified to talk a lot about this, not in an educational way, but I am happy to share what I know, or what I think I know.”—I nodded—“Dom is short for Dominant, Sub is short for Submissive, there are Tops and Bottoms, and then there are Masters and Slaves. But there is a lot more than that, trying to keep up with all of it will take another few years of college,”—she laughed and continued—“Unless you’re trying to fully submerge in that lifestyle, like teaching it or be fully active, I would say only learn what affects you, directly or indirectly, otherwise you’ll be studying for a long time… there are new things almost every day, it seems.”

I jumped right in saying, “That’s the thing, I don’t know if it affects me or not. I am not sure if Gabriel expects something from me, like am I expected to be one of those things? Like, does Gabriel expect me to be ‘Top’?”

She stopped me and said, “You are definitely not going to be a top for Gabriel, I can promise you that.” and she laughed a little too happily for my taste.

She continued, “I don’t mean to laugh, but it was funny, and you will understand why in a second.”—then she explained what those things are, and in a nutshell, it is all about power exchange, meaning that the submissive gives a type of power, or control, over themselves to the dominant. She explained that the difference between a “top/bottom”, “dom/sub” and “master/slave” relationships is the type of control over themselves the submissive relinquishes to the dominant.

She finished her explanation by saying, “So, no, Gabriel does not expect you to be dominant over him, and that is not saying anything about you, it is just not who Gabriel is, and I think you know that by now… now you see why it was funny?”—I nodded, laughed nervously and said, “I see your point, and I don’t think I would want to.”

I understood what she meant, and her explanation was clear enough, but I was still curious, so I asked, “What do you mean when you say, ‘the type of power’?”

She explained, “Look at it this way: a bottom relinquishes control of their body, a sub relinquishes control of their heart and mind, and a slave relinquishes control of their life and lifestyle. At least that’s how it finally clicked for me. It could be different for different people; it all depends on their needs and dynamic, but that’s how I lived it when I was Gabriel’s slave.”

Say whaaaaaaaaaaaaaat???!!! I had to get more answers!

With my eyes super big and curiosity on hyper-drive, I asked, “You were Gabriel’s slave? What happened?”—she smiled and said, “I can see why Gabriel likes your curiosity, it is sooooo cute!”—I smiled but wanted her to keep talking. She continued, “I was his slave for a little over three years, but then my damn biological clock started tiiiickiiiiing, and I know that my family, being so religious, would never accept this kind of relationship—you know, the whole poly thing—so Gabriel released me from being his slave so I could pursue a monogamous relationship with someone else.”

Wow! This shit was insane! But then again, not any more insane than me sitting at dinner with my boyfriend’s ex-slave, so I was coming around to the idea that my new life was probably insane to someone else, my mom for sure!

I said, “Oof! That’s a lot, Chrissie! How do you feel about all of that? You know, having to give up a life you enjoy just to make your family happy?”

She said, “The way I look at it is that it would be easier to forgive my parents for having to change my life than it would be to forgive myself for breaking my parents’ hearts.”

Wow Chrissie! You wise, jiggly, loving bitch.

I asked, “What does Gabriel have to say about all this?”

She replied, “At first, he tried to talk me out of it, telling me that my parents would ultimately accept it and come around… but I just can’t take that chance, you know? But overall, he has been supportive about my search for ‘monogamous duuuuuude,’ as he calls it.

Anyway, enough about this. What else you got, curious Red?”

I took a deep breath, just trying to let the heaviness dissipate a little and asked, “So, does Gabriel expect me to become his slave?”

She said, “I can’t, and will not, speak for our Sir, obviously. But based on my experience, he doesn’t expect you to be anything but yourself. Only you can define if you want to be his slave or not, or his sub or his bottom.

You have to understand that without your consent and your willingness, he is powerless over you, and that is the way he wants it. It took him a while to truly get me to understand that, but he finally was able to help me understand.

It all depends on YOUR needs and YOUR desires… if anyone ever tells you something different, you get as far away from them as you can, quickly.”

Hmmm… Okay. Everything pretty much lined up with everything Gabriel had shown and told me about himself, and about Chrissie.

He was also right about how spending time with her would be a good thing. I was learning a lot, and I was enjoying my time with her—she is funny, obviously smart, and as loving as he said she was.

As it was with Gabriel, Chrissie’s words all seemed to revolve around my own needs and desires, not theirs, which was not quite what I expected. I thought it was just going to be a bunch of demands and rules that I had to accept… whether I liked it or not.

The fact that Gabriel was supporting Ms. Jiggles through her search for her monogamous dude was weird—caring and thoughtful, yes, but weird too… But I was growing to like the idea.

Since I met Chrissie, I knew she and Gabriel had a relationship outside of me—yes, including a sexual one. I remembered that day at the café when jealousy bubbled up at the thought she might be trying to get rid of me so they could, you know, do stuff. She helped me through that moment, though, and even after she left, it clearly didn’t cross her mind that Gabriel and I might be headed to his back seat. In fact, she sent me a sweet text, and then there was the lip gloss fiasco… but that was just a prank. Maybe?

I couldn’t help but wonder how she managed it all without going crazy. I probably would’ve stayed outside the café just to see what happened after I left. So, I asked, “Chrissie, how do you deal with jealous feelings? I mean, knowing that Gabriel and I might be doing intimate stuff without you knowing?”

She replied, “Let me make sure I understand your question. The thought that Gabriel might be spanking me while you’re not looking drives you nuts. That’s what you’re saying? And you want to know how to not feel that way, right?”

Well! Not exactly how I would word it, you jiggly bitch.

I said, “In a less graphic way, yes, that’s what I mean.” She quickly jiggled back (ha! Get it? Jiggled, not bounced? No? Nothing? Alright.) and said, “Would you rather he spanked me while you are looking? I’d let you watch!”—then she broke into a full-on jiggling fit while I just stared, unsure whether she was serious or not. She added, “That was funny! You can laugh, Red! Seriously though, I’d rather know AND watch, if possible—send me pictures and videos!” She continued her jiggle-thon, and honestly, her boobs shook like Jell-O on a bumpy ride. Don’t judge me, they were RIGHT THERE, un-ignorable!

After ALL OF THAT, she finally simmered down and said, “Okay, seriously, for real this time. Listen, Red, I love Gabriel, and I’m becoming fond of you. I really like you.
So, when I hear you two are exploring and enjoying each other, I’m just happy for you both. I could get jealous, but what good would that get me? NOTHING.
I just choose to be happy for him, and for you. Especially for you—he does know how to make a girl curl her toes. Sometimes I even think about it when I’m alone, if you know what I mean.

Gabriel once tried to explain it to me, but I won’t try to repeat it because I’ll butcher it. I think he said something about ‘loving with your ego,’ but you’ll have to ask him to explain it to you.”

I thought about it: to be happy for her getting her hair pulled and butt spanked? I don’t know… that’s a big leap. And don’t think I didn’t catch the bit where she thinks about me when she is “alone”, I didn’t. But what do I say to that? “Thank you”? “I’m shy”? Best to let it go… for now.

While she was explaining, it all made sense in a way, but I didn’t know how to get there myself. Yet, the thought of her thinking about me when she is alone, and me looking at her lips while she talked… well, one thought led to another. Before I knew it, I was imagining Gabriel doing the things to her lips that he said he’d do to mine… and I wasn’t upset—I was… Not upset, let’s leave it at that.

to be continued...

Back in 1990 I was 20 and my girlfriend was younger. Her parents loved me and was ok with us dating. Age wasn't a big thing back then. I'm a paraplegic by the way and was hurt at age 18. We first had sex two weeks into dating and from then on, couldn't keep our hands off each other. I can't feel anything down there so all I ever did was do everything to please her I could. I'm not going into no sleezy details because this is a real story. So one of the risky times we had sex was, we would watch movies in her living room every single night. There was no social media back then. Her mom would go to bed and her dad would always fall asleep in his recliner. We were sitting up in the sofa right next to him, literally 5 feet away. We were kinda messing around and my girlfriend went to her bedroom and came back wearing a long t-shirt and nothing else on. Yes I could and still do get erections. Back then it was much more responsive and lasted as long as I needed. Not so much now. Anyway, I was wearing jogging pants with easy access. She climbed on top of me and started riding me. She kept her shirt on but as always I reached under and played with her little boobs & nipples. We both kept looking over and was nervous. As always she came on me within 5 minutes and hopped off. Definately something I'll always remember!

Back in 1990 I was 20 and my girlfriend was about to be 16. Her parents loved me and was ok with us dating. Age wasn't a big thing back then. I'm a paraplegic by the way and was hurt at age 17. We first had sex two weeks into dating and from then on, couldn't keep our hands off each other. I can't feel anything down there so all I ever did was do everything to please her I could. I'm not going into no sleezy details because this is a real story. So one of the risky times we had sex was, we would watch movies in her living room every single night. There was no social media back then. Her mom would go to bed and her dad would always fall asleep in his recliner. We were sitting up in the sofa right next to him, literally 5 feet away. We were kinda messing around and my girlfriend went to her bedroom and came back wearing a long t-shirt and nothing else on. Yes I could and still do get erections. Back then it was much more responsive and lasted as long as I needed. Not so much now. Anyway, I was wearing jogging pants with easy access. She climbed on top of me and started riding me. She kept her shirt on but as always I reached under and played with her little boobs & nipples. We both kept looking over and was nervous. As always she came on me within 5 minutes and hopped off. Definately something I'll always remember!

Back in 1990 I was 20 and my girlfriend was about to be 16. Her parents loved me and was ok with us dating. Age wasn't a big thing back then. I'm a paraplegic by the way and was hurt at age 17. We first had sex two weeks into dating and from then on, couldn't keep our hands off each other. I can't feel anything down there so all I ever did was do everything to please her I could. I'm not going into no sleezy details because this is a real story. So one of the risky times we had sex was, we would watch movies in her living room every single night. There was no social media back then. Her mom would go to bed and her dad would always fall asleep in his recliner. We were sitting up in the sofa right next to him, literally 5 feet away. We were kinda messing around and my girlfriend went to her bedroom and came back wearing a long t-shirt and nothing else on. Yes I could and still do get erections. Back then it was much more responsive and lasted as long as I needed. Not so much now. Anyway, I was wearing jogging pants with easy access. She climbed on top of me and started riding me. She kept her shirt on but as always I reached under and played with her little boobs & nipples. We both kept looking over and was nervous. As always she came on me within 5 minutes and hopped off. Definately something I'll always remember!

My night with a coworker

Last weekend, I went out with a few coworkers for a casual night of drinks, and things took an unexpected and thrilling turn. I'd been looking forward to a night out, just letting loose with friends and unwinding from the week, but 1 never anticipated how the night would unfold.

It started as a typical night-laughing, bar hopping, and enjoying the energy of the city. I was texting my husband throughout, sharing little details and feeling that familiar excitement knowing he was at home, intrigued by what might happen next. As the night went on and drinks kept coming, I found myself deep in conversation with one of my coworkers, a woman who's always had a commanding presence. She's older, confident, openly lesbian, and carries herself with this subtle dominance that l'd always noticed but never thought much more about. Until that night.

After a few more rounds, she invited me back to her hotel room to "relax." She was staying in town at a nearby hotel, and although I didn't need a place to stay, the invitation felt charged. I decided to go, and let's just say my husband was on my mind the entire time. I could feel his excitement through my own anticipation of what might happen.

Back at her room, the energy shifted quickly. She handed me a set of pajamas, telling me to change, and her tone left no room for argument. There was something so thrilling about it-she led the situation with a quiet confidence that both put me at ease and kept me on edge. We settled on the bed, still chatting and laughing, and I felt her hand rest on my back as we talked, a gentle but deliberate touch that spoke volumes.

One thing led to another, and soon we were sharing a deep, lingering kiss that left me breathless. She was both gentle and firm, her hands guiding me as she held me close, and I felt a thrill surrendering to her lead. There was a dominant energy in her that kept me completely under her spell, and I let myself get lost in the moment, every touch and kiss a new experience. The night unfolded in ways I hadn't imagined, and I allowed myself to fully embrace it.

In the morning, I made my way home, still feeling the warmth of the night and carrying with me a few "souvenirs" —a faint hickey, no underwear, and memories I couldn't wait to share with my husband. When I walked through the door, the look in his eyes told me he was just as thrilled as I was. Recounting every detail to him was almost as exciting as living it, and it brought us closer, reminding me how lucky I am to have a partner who not only understands me but shares in my fantasies and experiences.

Honestly, I’m still in a bit of disbelief about last night. I’ve had plenty of sessions over the years, but this one with Alex? It left me thinking, “Did that really just happen?”

So, here’s how it went down. The doorbell rings, and I’m in my usual getup—tight leather corset, thigh-high boots, garters, you get the idea. I feel that little buzz I always do before a session, but with him, I felt something extra.

When I open the door, there he is—Alex, younger than I expected. His eyes dart everywhere except at me, like he’s trying to soak in the room without really looking. The guy is nervous but definitely intrigued, which I can work with. “Come in,” I say, leaning against the doorframe, giving him that “don’t worry, I’ve got you” look.

He steps inside, looking around like he’s stepped into another world. I give a little nod toward the couch, and he sits, almost perching on the edge like he’s ready to run if he has to. I grab some silk ropes and a blindfold, and I see his eyes widen when he spots them. He’s definitely nervous, but I can tell he’s curious.

“Nervous?” I ask, standing in front of him.

He nods, barely getting out a “little.” I tell him it’s normal and kneel in front of him to start tying the ropes around his wrists. I can feel his pulse racing, his breath getting quicker. The second I pull the ropes tight, I see him testing them, like he’s trying to figure out if he really trusts me with this.

Once his wrists are bound, I hold up the blindfold, asking if he’s ready. There’s a moment’s hesitation, but he nods, and I slip it over his eyes. His whole body stiffens, and I can practically feel the tension radiating off him. Perfect.

I trail my fingers down his arm, then his chest, listening to his breathing get faster. I lean in, brushing my hand over his thigh, teasing him until he’s shifting toward me, trying to get just a little more.

“Do you like that?” I whisper, grinning when he practically sighs, “Yes.” I run my fingers along the edge of his waistband and slowly start to tug his pants down, feeling his body go tense. He groans as I run my hand under his briefs, letting him feel the anticipation. He’s completely in my hands, trusting me, and I love it.

“Good boy,” I say, moving behind him. I let my hands drift over his shoulders, down his back, keeping him guessing where I’ll go next. He leans back slightly, silently begging for more.

“Please…” he breathes out, voice shaky, and I just smirk. “Please what?” I tease, making him squirm. When he’s just about desperate, I lean down, brushing my lips against his neck, and finally, finally, pull his briefs down, letting him feel just enough, but not everything. I make him wait.

Then I get up, moving over to my chest of toys, letting him hear the faint sound of leather and buckles. I come back with my strap-on, the leather harness sleek and fitted with a firm, black toy. I watch his mouth open a little in surprise, and yeah, there’s a flash of uncertainty, but he’s curious.

“Have you ever tried this?” I ask, holding the toy just in front of him.

He bites his lip and shakes his head, but there’s that glint in his eye. “No…but I’ve thought about it.”

“Tonight’s your lucky night,” I say, strapping it on and watching him as he takes it all in. I pat the edge of the couch, telling him to get comfortable. He hesitates for a second but then positions himself, glancing back for reassurance. I give him a gentle stroke along his back, letting him know he’s still in control.

I start slow, making sure he’s fully relaxed. With every soft touch, he lets go a little more, opening up to the experience. And when I’m sure he’s ready, I guide him back, easing in carefully.

“Breathe,” I whisper, feeling his shiver as he exhales. He arches slightly, his breath catching as I press forward, and he murmurs, “Oh…god…” under his breath, a mix of shock and pleasure. We find a steady rhythm, and he’s completely lost in it, all his nerves melting away.

“Such a good boy,” I say, tightening my grip on his hips, guiding him deeper, taking him to that place he didn’t even know he wanted to go. His breath comes in gasps, and when he finally reaches that peak, his whole body tenses, then relaxes as he lets go completely.

When it’s over, I pull him close, letting him lean back, his head resting against me, face blissful. He looks up at me with a mix of awe and gratitude.

“Thank you,” he whispers softly, and it actually catches me off guard.

I just smile, running a hand through his hair. “You did beautifully, Alex.”

And as I sit there with him, letting him just rest, I can’t shake the feeling that last night wasn’t just another session. It was different, and I know I’m going to remember it as much as he will.

There's something extremely hot about getting into a married woman's panties. Stealing something and using it, even though it's not mine. Seeing my semen slowly ooze over the ring on her finger. Enjoying her pussy a lot more than her own husband.

And if there's a lonely wife with unfulfilled desires who'd do anything to be a mom for a third time before she runs out of time... Well, you can only imagine how the story ends.

Catherine hooked me at first glance.

I got my first job last year (at a local subsidiary of a multinational company providing efficiency improvement services for SMBs), and I met her on my first day. She was the marketing executive, I was a junior payroll accountant – quite an exciting pairing, isn't it?

– Hey, I'm Catherine! Nice to meet you, Joe! – Her hand felt warm and soft, but with a firm, experienced grip. And I loved her wedding ring! – I assume we'll be in quite a close connection, won't we?

– Yeah, I hope so.

She winked: – I'm sure.

"Let's take a closer look at you, Catherine..." – I said to myself. "A fourty-ish woman with a well paying job, in quite a high position, married, possibly with children – most likely two of them –, conservative but with style – according to that tight blouse stretching on her chest, her freshly ironed coat and the skirt covering her curvy thighs."

She was a hundred percent mom material with her black bob cut – and those glasses topped her classy appearance. She was short and round, with great proportions in the right places, I must say.

"Your husband must be a happy man" – I thought.

No wonder I show up quite often in her office ever since. I can't resist when it's just her and me, with the door locked, and she's sitting in her leather office chair, looking at me with the flames of seduction in her eyes which leave me no other chance but to give in.

I love it when she's playing that game.

"What's she going to do next?" – I ask myself.

"Tie her hair... as a hint? – 'Now I'm ready for you, boy. You can give it to me. Just try not to make a mess, okay?'

Unbotton her blouse...? Maybe. Just a bit. So I can see her cleavage she normally never shows.

Lift up her skirt...? I wonder what panties she's wearing today. Lacy black ones for sure. If only she pulled them aside... Nice and slowly... With her pink nails next to those black laces... Allowing me to see something I've been craving for so long...

There's no chance she shaves. I'm sure she doesn't. There must be a cute little bush hiding down there, perfectly trimmed – 'pussy for sale, due to underuse'."

I feel my pants suddenly get tighter on my lap.

I want her so bad.

I'm like a beast, a freaking animal waiting for the right moment, my time to hunt. It would take the slightest sign from her: a wave of her hand, a wink of her eye, a lick of her tongue, a smirk of her lips... Anything. I would jump. Immediately. In a heartbeat.

Toss her onto that desk.

Tear those clothes off her body.

Fuck her brains out, so her breasts jiggle, her butt slides back and forth on top of the fucking desk, with her legs helplessly swinging around my hips, until she sweats and drools and cries out...

I'm craving the warmth of her body, the warmth between her thighs only her husband has the permission to feel...

So far.

Alright, that's enough for the warm-up, let's jump right into the action.

Fast forward to last summer: team building get-together at a weekend house owned by the company, edge of town, lovely atmosphere – a perfect Friday afternoon, if you ask me.

She's sitting right next to me, wearing a peach colour floral summer dress – simple and modest, but insanely sexy –, and we're both sipping a quality merlot. She's pretty and cute, smiling all the time – she's just the same as always.

Except for one thing:

The wedding ring –

It's gone.

Anyway, we're chatting about basic stuff: her studies, work, free time – all the topics to come up while getting to know each other – I'm not getting any deeper into that, you know already.

So there's a lot of blah-blah-blah, basically.

But!

When it comes to her family... She talks for ages about her daughter – Lisa, who's ten – and her son – Adam, who's six.

But after that:

Silence.

I'm sitting there waiting for the rest of the story, but she stops. "It's all well and good, Catherine" – I tell myself – "but there's something going on.

It just doesn't smell right.

So tell me..."

– How about your husband? – I ask her.

– Oh, well... – she says, with a wave of her hand. – It's complicated.

"The exact answer I was expecting" – I think. – "And now I know the whole story. But let's get you talking a little more..." 'Cause it all starts to make sense to me – all the little things she does when I'm around: those winks, the way she blushes and drops things in embarrassment, her flirty comments, all her silly stuff... She treats me differently.

– No problem! – I say. – Just try to make it simple. I'd love to know.

– Why?

– 'Cause I see you're stressed out. Something's wrong, isn't it?

Silence.

Again.

She spits it out, eventually: – I think he's cheating on me.

"Bingo, my friends! I knew it!"

I glance at her finger: – Is that why you left your ring at home?

She shrugs: – Why not? – And is that a smirk in the corner of her mouth?

I nod. – Let me guess... Marriage getting cold, no idea what's wrong, then a girl in her twenties pops up, and – "snap!" – your hubby's gone.

– How did you know? – She gets a bit suspicious. – I mean, the girl's more like thirty-ish, but still...

– Just a guess. Typical for men after ten years of marriage or so.

– Thirteen, but whatever... It's not normal, though. Right?

– Sure it's not. – I lay my hand on her shoulder. – Don't blame yourself. I know it doesn't help much, but...

She sighs. – Thank you, Joe.

Hours pass by, the mood is quite good, and we both talk to other colleagues as well, but after a few glasses of wine we end up enjoying each other's company again.

– Would you like to see some pictures of my sweethearts?

– Of course! Show me!

She invites me closer, so I move as close to her as possible.

– Here... – She starts swiping on her phone.

– Oh, they're cute! – I point at the girl: – She's just like her mother!

– Yeah, she gets that a lot!

And she keeps on swiping and swiping, but oh god, am I looking at the pictures, of course not, 'cause what a fucking view I have from that angle, with my face next to hers!

"Oh my, I knew she was busty, but her curves are far beyond my expectations..."

Jesus Christ, she has quite the assets! Not so tight but still fresh, soft and mature – she was born to be a milf.

– Do you like them? – She knows. She knows goddamn well what she's doing. – How about this one? – She pushes her breasts together with her arms, making her cleavage even more appealing.

I have to fix my pants.

– God, it's so hot, isn't it? – she says after a while. She grabs the neckline of her dress and starts fanning herself.

Her skin is smooth and glossy from sweat. She's wearing a tiny necklace with a cross – "she's clean, she's sacred, she's forbidden, she's not yours to take!"

"Yes I'll take her."

"Yes I'll corrupt her."

"Yes I'll treat her with filth."

She galnces at me with a giggle. "Do you like it? Do you like me?" – she thinks. She smirks and sticks out her tongue a little.

She loosens her dress a bit, so I can see her bra under the peachy silk from up there, and dear lord, it can barely contain her breasts – they're begging to finally burst out of there – "flap!" – and be free, like they were meant to be.

And she's doing it without being noticed by anyone other than me. She gets a look or two, but nothing else.

"Ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you Catherine: an expert in marketing, a hotshot in seduction!"

And this is the point where shit really gets exciting...

– We need more glasses! – That's a familiar voice: it's Janet, head of HR and payroll, a.k.a. my boss. – Could anyone bring some?

– On my way! – I say. – They're in the kitchen, right?

– Yeah, in the kitchen. And hey... Here. – She hands me a trayful of dirty glasses. – Would you mind cleaning these?

– Um... Sure! No problem!

– I'll help him! – A voice behind me tweets. You'd never guess who it is... – I'll do the cleaning, he brings the glasses.

– Great! – Janet says. – Well, that's the kind of team spirit we need here! Your leader must be a lucky one!

We all laugh.

So... Catherine and I head to the kitchen, and I know where you think this whole thing is going, and I have to tell you that you're absolutely fucking right.

We don't talk for a minute or two.

– You're so silent – she says while washing the glasses. – Will you stay like that for the whole time?

I chuckle. – I've got so many questions, Catherine.

– I know. – That smirk on her face... "And I've got all the answers you need – you just have to ask the right questions..."

So I do.

– What is it about me? Why me?

She shrugs.

– Come on!

– I've been so lonely lately... – And the following sigh is so deep it tells the whole story itself. – And you are... well, not the only one who pays attention to me, it's more about your... aura, I guess? I find you extremely sympathetic. You're young, vital, you seem happy as well, most of the time – you're everything I need in my life right now.

– Oh, really? In what sense?

– In any sense, to be honest – she giggles. "God, it's so absurd!" – she must think. – But mostly...

– Yeah? – I step close to her.

She runs her eyes over me, from tip to toe. That bite on her lip – it says it all. – I want you to make me feel like a woman, Joe. In every possible way.

– In every possible way...?

Her wide open brown eyes are gorgeous as I stare into them. I see her cute little nose flare in excitement. She nods while still looking into my eyes. – Yes, Joe. Whatever it takes.

– So... – I put my hands on the counter, so she can't move. The sponge suddenly falls out of her wet and foamy hands and lands on the floor. – Where should we start? – I ask her.

She looks up at me.

Her breath feels warm on my chest.

She giggles again: – Well, definitely not right here.

– Why not? – I'm getting a bit carried away... Okay, not just a bit. And the softness of her waist under my palms only fuel my fire.

– Oh, Joe! What are you... – But it's too damn late for her to complain, she finds herself up on the countertop in a second. – What are you doing? – she laughs. She enjoys it.

I pant into her neck: – What did you say you wanted me to do?

– Joe, it's not... – She gasps. – It's not the right place and time for this... You know that.

I look straight into her eyes. – I know. Just say it. Again.

– Joe, come on...

– I have to hear it one more time.

– Alright. – She takes a deep breath. – I want you to treat me like a fucking woman, Joe, I want you to respect me, I want you to love me tenderly, I want you to fuck me mercielessly, I want you to give me everything my asshole husband fails to give me.

And I'm just standing there.

It's so fucking hard to contain myself, 'cause I could fuck the living hell out of her, so that her dress slips off her shoulders, revealing her breasts under the bra as I shove my cock deep inside her and her body twitches, she moans helplessly, with the both of us taking the risk of being caught by someone.

But I don't do that.

"Not this time."

I just nod. – "Deal." – And I step back.

She gets off the counter and looks at me with... Love. Hesitation. A bit of fear, too.

Her lips are shining invitingly as she gently licks them – "Will you be the one for me? Please..."

I lick mine as well – "Yes I will."

We kiss, and that's all we get from each other that day: just a taste, a lick of each others body, a bite of temptation's heavenly fruit – sweet and luscious, instinctual and forbidden.

– Better leave that ring on next time – I tell her with a wink.

– Oh, should I? – "You naughty boy!" – she thinks to herself. – It excites you, doesn't it?

– It'd be so fucking hot.

She winks back: – I'll think about it.

She cleans the glasses, I bring them outside, we all chat and have fun for the rest of the afternoon, then people start to head home one by one – including Catherine and I.

I get home late in the evening, and I can't stop thinking of her. "I imagine she's laying in her bed, in a thin white nightrobe barely covering her body – her thighs are naked, her breasts are bulging untouched on her chest" – I fantasize as my hands slowly slide under my pants. – "And maybe she's touching herself, too. I can almost see her pink nails sliding down that lovely little bush, caressing her swollen, itching clit, and maybe she pulls the silk off her breasts – it's such a shame I can't touch them, I can't bury my fingers deep into her soft curves! But oh god, her pussy – it must be the best part, so wet and warm, and I can't resist her, I can't take it anymore..."

I come in about twenty seconds. My pants are soaked and sticky, and that certain smell is lingering all around the room, but fuck it, I don't care. One of my quickest wanks – one of my biggest loads.

"Man, I have to train for my first time with her" – I tell myself... But I have time for that.

I fall asleep quickly.

– Joe –

I still can’t believe what happened last night. Everything aligned perfectly, leading me to an unexpected situation that sent my heart racing. But let me backtrack.

I had just wrapped up a session with a regular client at this upscale hotel—dark leather, soft music, and an air of tension that hangs like the scent of fresh rain. I thrive in that atmosphere. The thrill of dominating someone, watching their expressions shift from fear to exhilaration, fuels me. My heels clicked against the polished marble floor as I made my way down the corridor, my thigh-high boots creaking with every step. I was buzzing from the adrenaline, my black corset hugging my curves just right, making me feel powerful.

As I approached the elevator, I pressed the button, still replaying the session in my mind. Just as the doors were about to close, a frantic figure sprinted toward me, barely slipping in before they sealed shut.

I turned to get a better look at him. He was cute—maybe in his late twenties—with messy hair and a shirt that was slightly askew. His flustered expression made me chuckle. “Rough night?” I asked, leaning casually against the mirrored wall.

“Yeah, something like that,” he replied, his voice trembling.

Suddenly, the elevator jolted and came to an abrupt stop. My heart sank. "Seriously?" I thought, pressing the emergency button with my gloved hand, but nothing happened.

“Looks like we’re stuck,” I said, trying to lighten the mood. His eyes widened, panic creeping in. “Great. Just great.”

“Relax. It’s just an elevator,” I reassured, crossing my arms. “We’ll get out eventually.” But as the minutes dragged on, the tension thickened between us. His nervous energy radiated off him, and I found myself intrigued.

“What’s your name?” I asked, breaking the silence.

“Mark,” he replied, voice still shaky.

“Nice to meet you, Mark. I’m Jen.” I extended my hand, our fingers brushing and sending a spark through me.

Suddenly, I felt a mischievous urge to shake things up. “You look like you could use some… distraction,” I said, letting my voice drop to a sultry whisper.

Mark blinked, caught off guard. “I… uh…”

“Or maybe you just need to let go of all that stress. Wouldn’t that be nice?” I stepped a little closer, my presence filling the small space. I could see him soften, the tension easing just a bit.

“Imagine it,” I coaxed. “No one’s around to judge. Just us in this little box. Isn’t that kind of exciting?” Desire flickered in his eyes as he swallowed hard, and I sensed his resolve weakening.

Without skipping a beat, I reached into my leather case and pulled out a length of silk rope, letting it dangle from my fingers. “Here,” I said, holding it out to him. “Show me how much you trust me.”

Mark hesitated, his fingers trembling as he grasped the rope. I watched him, sensing he was balancing on the thin line between fear and curiosity, and I didn’t wait for him to overthink it.

In a swift motion, I grabbed his wrist and yanked him closer. “That’s right, give it to me,” I whispered, my lips brushing against his ear. “Let me take control.”

As I wound the rope around his wrists, I felt his breath hitch. The tension between us was exhilarating. “Perfect,” I murmured, stepping back to admire my handiwork. “Now, kneel.”

Mark’s eyes widened, but he complied, sinking to his knees with a mix of hesitation and arousal. There he was, my little captive, and I felt a rush of power course through me.

“You want this, don’t you?” I taunted, my voice dripping with authority. “You crave submission. Admit it.”

He opened his mouth but struggled to find the words. I crouched down, inches from his face. “Say it. Tell me what you want.”

Finally, he let it slip out, barely a whisper. “I want you to… dominate me.”

A grin spread across my face, satisfaction bubbling up. “Good boy. Now, open your mouth.”

“Open up for me,” I instructed, my voice low and commanding. He hesitated, torn, but I leaned in closer, coaxing him with a teasing smile.

“Come on, Mark. Just trust me.” His breath quickened, and I could sense his eagerness.

I reached into my leather case and pulled out a small ball gag, its shiny surface gleaming under the elevator lights. “Good boy,” I said, placing it in front of him. “This will help you focus on the moment.”

I secured the gag around his head, the sight of him bound and gagged sending a thrill through me. “Now, let’s see how well you can submit,” I purred, stepping back to admire my handiwork.

The air was thick with desire, and I leaned back against the elevator wall, exhilarated. As he reached his peak, I felt myself join him in that exhilarating release, the moment blurring our worlds into something electric.

Finally, he slumped forward, panting, and I touched his cheek gently. “You did so well, Mark,” I said softly.

As the elevator jolted back to life and began its descent, I couldn't help but smile. Who knew being stuck in an elevator could lead to something so deliciously taboo?

As the doors opened, I was already planning our next rendezvous, knowing this was only the beginning of something thrillingly wild.

When I was 18*, I had an unforgettable experience. I was at a fetish party and met a dominant man who was into bondage and playing with ropes. He tied me up tightly, leaving me completely helpless and vulnerable. My body was bound with ropes from head to toe and my pussy was exposed and ready for his cock. He began to fuck me slowly, enjoying the way my body wriggled under his control. As he picked up the pace, I felt the ropes digging into my skin, but the pain only excited me more. I moaned and begged for more and he complied, driving his hard cock deeper and deeper into me. I could feel my pussy stretching around him, taking every inch of his thick shaft. The more we fucked, the tighter the ropes got, and the more I felt my body being used for his pleasure. I cum several times, my cries of ecstasy mingling with the sounds of the ropes creaking and the slapping of our bodies. When he finally cum inside me, the sensations were incredible, the mixture of pain and pleasure overwhelmed me in the best way possible. Later we carefully untied me, and I couldn't help but marvel at the bruises and marks that his work had left on my tired body. My whole ass was red, with bruises and marks all over my skin. My legs were shaking, it was hard for me to walk. It was one of the toughest sex experiences of my life.*

Part 1: https://www.reddit.com/r/sexstories/s/rnsogL8kCm

We left Matt’s apartment and got a quick bite to eat at a sandwich shop before getting in line at a bar we used to frequent. By the time we got in the door we only had time for one drink. The three of us chatted while we sipped our drinks, and I was still riding the high from the morning’s adventure. I had my arm wrapped around Jake but still made it a point to touch Matt on his arm and shoulder as we talked.

After we finished our drinks, we went into the stadium and I sat between Matt and Jake during the game. Fortunately everything went our schools way and that led to many celebratory high fives and hugs. I could sense Matt wanted to be more touchy-feely with me but displayed restraint. After the game, we returned to Matt’s apartment to let traffic clear a little.

While we were there, I decided I’d like a little more of Matt before we returned home. He had a game on his tv and was talking with Jake so I decided to nuzzle up next to Matt. We started making out and before long clothing was being removed again. Matt suggested a shower, so I agreed. He got up to start the water and I kissed Jake deeply, thanking him for being so good to me and helping make this happen. Matt returned to the living room, naked and fully hard, and said the shower was ready so we went to his bathroom.

Matt stepped in first and I shed my underwear and joined him. We kissed and he ran his hands down to my ass and squeezed. I grabbed the bath cloth and we began soaping each other up. I grabbed Matt’s big, stiff cock and started stroking as he rubbed my clit. He found a great rhythm and before I knew it I was clinging to him. As the orgasm crashed over my body, my legs began to give way. He held me up I came. After I came down from my orgasm, I squatted in front of him. My husband was standing on the other side of the glass, naked and slowly stroking his own cock.

I took Matt into my mouth and began sucking him. I pulled off and licked and sucked his balls as I looked up at him and glanced over at my husband. I returned to his cock and after a few minutes I noticed his legs begin to tense up. He pulled away from me and told me to stand up. It was his turn. He spun me around and I put my hands on the shower wall as he knelt down and spread my cheeks. I wasn’t fully expecting to feel his tongue on my ass, but it was indeed a pleasant surprise. I moaned as the warm water ran down my back, happy to let Matt do whatever he wanted. I looked over at Jake and he was in a trance as he continued stroking his cock.

Matt stood up and told me he just had to have me. I bent over and putt my hands on the shower floor as I felt the length of his cock slide inside me. I heard the soap bottle open and close, and a few moments later he slipped his thumb inside my ass. He began thrusting and my moans echoed throughout the shower. He fucked me harder and harder until he grunted. With one final thrust, he slammed his cock all the way inside me. I could feel it throb and twitch as he filled me up. I looked over at my husband, and surprisingly he had not cum.

I stood back up and we washed off, before getting out and drying off. We got dressed and thanked Matt for being such a great host. We got back to the car and Jake found our way back to the interstate and traffic was steady but not too congested. I decided to ask him why he didn’t cum, and he said he wanted to save it for after we returned home. I was still revved up and decided that I wanted it now.

Jake asked what I was doing as I unbuckled and leaned over the center console. I unzipped his pants and fished out his cock. At that point he knew full well what I was about to do. I started sucking his semi-erect cock and it quickly swelled in my mouth. He turned on cruise control and place a hand on my head. I just knew that he wanted to cum so bad and I wanted it too. He flooded my mouth and I stayed in position until he finished. His whole body twitched as pulled away, my mouth full of his cum. I swallowed it and kissed him on the cheek, thanking him for one of the best days of my life.

Disclaimer: This story is based on real experiences.

Characters:

• Athaliah, me, 32, Dominatrix

• Professor Thompson, 50, Former College Professor

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Alright, so last night was one of those nights I’ll never forget. I’d just closed up my shop and was heading to my car when I hear, “Athaliah? Is that you?”

I turn, and there he is—Professor Thompson, my old college professor, looking just as academic and buttoned-up as ever, but with this hint of surprise in his eyes. “Professor Thompson!” I say, genuinely caught off guard. I hadn’t seen him in years, and I could tell he was just as shocked to run into me.

He smiled warmly. “Last I remember, you were aiming for marketing stardom. I didn’t expect to see you around here.”

I chuckled. “Oh, I still do a little of that on the side,” I said, and couldn’t resist adding, “But I found a different calling.” He raised an eyebrow, and I could tell he was curious, so we chatted a bit about life since college, what he was up to these days, and then—he asked.

“So, Athaliah, what’s this ‘calling’ of yours?” he asked with that familiar inquisitive look.

I leaned in a little, savoring the moment. “It’s a little… unconventional.” He still looked interested, so I added, “I work as a dominatrix.”

There was this little pause. He didn’t flinch, just gave a half-smile, like he wasn’t sure if I was joking or not. “You’re serious?” he asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

“Very,” I replied, grinning, “and I have to say, I’m good at it.” I could practically see his curiosity sparking to life. He glanced around, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, and I knew that look. I’d seen it on the faces of countless clients.

“Is it… like, um, psychological?” he stammered, clearly intrigued but almost embarrassed to admit it.

“Oh, it’s all psychological,” I replied. “It’s about control, restraint, letting someone else take charge for once.” I paused, giving him a little smirk. “Would you want to… experience it? Just to understand it better?”

He hesitated, but the interest was there. “Well,” he said, his voice dropping a little, “I’ve always been curious about... the practical side.”

I took that as my cue. “Let’s go back to my place, Professor. I can show you a whole new side of ‘research.’”

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Back at my apartment, he looked around, eyes moving over my leather furniture, the dim lighting, the display of toys I’d laid out. He couldn’t hide his nerves, and it only made me more eager. “Don’t worry,” I said, guiding him to the couch. “Relax—you’re in safe hands.”

He sat down, adjusting himself awkwardly, probably wondering what he’d just agreed to. I crossed my legs, taking my time before speaking again. “You really want to know about the psychological side of submission?” I asked, almost teasing.

He nodded, trying to keep his gaze steady on me. “Yes, I’ve, uh, read about it. I just… haven’t seen it firsthand.”

“Well, I have a way to show you,” I said, pulling out a small silver chastity cage. “This,” I explained, holding it up, “is a chastity cage. Want to know how it works?”

He blinked, clearly taken aback. “So you… actually lock people up in those?”

“Only when they need a little lesson in control,” I said with a sly grin. “It’s a way to give up their freedom, their urges. Completely.”

He looked fascinated, eyeing the cage with a mix of interest and fear. “And… what would happen if I didn’t want to?”

“Then you walk away—no strings attached,” I said simply. “But if you’re truly curious… I can show you.”

He hesitated, his face slightly flushed, then nodded. “Okay,” he murmured, “show me.”

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I handed him the cage and nodded at his pants, not hiding my smirk. He looked hesitant but followed my lead, undoing his belt and sliding his pants down to reveal himself, clearly already hard. I carefully positioned the cage over him, clicked it shut, and gave him a little nod. The control shifted in an instant—he was trapped, completely under my power now, and I could see it dawning on him.

“So,” he whispered, voice shaky, “how long… will this stay on?”

I shrugged, nonchalant. “As long as I want it to. A day? A week? A month?” I leaned in, brushing a finger along his cheek. “That depends on you.”

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Time passed slowly as he sat there, testing the cage, fidgeting every time the metal bit into him. The more he struggled, the more desperate he looked. I could see his frustration building, and finally, he cracked. He fell to his knees in front of me, practically begging. “Please, Athaliah… let me out.”

I ran a hand through his hair, taking my time. “Not yet,” I said softly. “You haven’t learned anything about restraint.”

He groaned, practically on the edge of tears. “What do I have to do?”

I leaned in close, letting my lips brush against his ear. “You earn your release by surrendering completely. Submit to me, let me see that control slip from you, and maybe—just maybe—I’ll let you out.”

There was a long pause as he looked into my eyes, considering. Then, slowly, he nodded. “I… I’m yours.”

A grin spread across my face. “Good. Now, get on your knees and show me just how serious you are.”

Should I continue in part 2?

This weekend I went to a frat party with a couple friends where everyone was supposed to wear masks. Masquerade but Halloween. I went as a cowgirl with a pink mask covering just my eyes. I had a friends go as a mummy and another as a witch. When we got there it was already packed and we had fun drinking and dancing until I took a break and noticed someone. Hanging back by the drinks was a cute pirate, they wore a loose white shirt underneath a brown corset that showed off their petite waist. On the bottom was a tattered red skirt and black boots.

Coming up to them, I noticed their eyes scan down my body. I was glad I’d left an extra button undone of my plaid shirt. We complimented each other’s outfits and I made some joke about regretting to opt out of ass-less chaps instead of shorts. Really it was just an excuse for me to turn around and flaunt, to get them to imagine the alternative. They admitted that it would’ve looked good, and I saw them lick their lips.

I had another drink which encouraged me to admit that I wished their skirt had a slit, so it gave a peek of what’s underneath. That I was sure they looked fantastic under there.

Surprisingly, they blushed harder than I did.

I didn’t feel as embarrassed after that, so I asked them to dance with me. It was too crowded to see where my friends had gone, so it was just the pirate and I. As we wound up closer to the center of the room, we got even more pressed together by the people surrounding us. Eventually, all I could do was grind against them. Trying to keep up the illusion of dancing, I’d bop my head. But all I could really think about was their body. More than ever I wanted to feel what was underneath their skirt. I mean I could feel it. I certainly felt something. I just wanted to see it as well without that pesky fabric covering it.

They asked me if I was too warm, I suppose I was. Between all the people, I’d started to sweat a bit. I tugged at my shirt collar, just to adjust it at first but then it gave me an idea. Smiling, I pressed myself against them. Squishing my chest against theirs and getting them to look down at me. Again, I adjusted my collar. This time, I pulled the fabric further away from my skin than before to give them a view of my bare tits underneath.

A sight for just them, for just a moment.

Their eyes widened and I asked if they wanted to go somewhere else to cool down.

They grabbed my wrist and lead the way out of the crowd. We found a room and lets just say I got to ride them cowgirl style, whoever they were ;)

Final Chapter

The warm sun shone down on the grounds of the church, casting long shadows that stretched across the grassy fields. It was a beautiful morning, perfect for a stroll after Mass.

Sister Sara stepped out onto the lawn, her eyes scanning the horizon. She had just finished helping with the morning Mass, and she could use a moment of quiet contemplation. The church grounds were expansive, and she loved exploring them when she could.

She rounded a corner and heard an unfamiliar sound coming from a secluded area. Curiosity got the best of her, and she paused to listen.

“Mary?” she called out softly, thinking that maybe her fellow sister was out for a walk too.

The sounds grew louder. Moans and grunts echoed through the air, making her wonder if someone was injured.

“Sister Mary?” she tried again, moving closer.

A moan answered her, followed by a high-pitched gasp. Her brow furrowed in concern, Sister Sara hastened toward the sounds. She rounded the corner, and her eyes widened at the sight before her.

Sister Mary and Lucus were entangled in a passionate embrace, their moans filling the air. It wasn’t hard to tell what was happening before her. Lucus’ bare backside glowed under the sun’s rays, his hips moving slowly and steadily as he fucked Sister Mary from behind. The young nun was on all fours, her skirt pushed up over her waist, her habit hanging down from her shoulders.

Sister Sara’s eyes darted between the two lovers, her heart pounding in her chest. She had never seen anything like this before, and it stirred an unfamiliar sensation in her belly. Part of her wanted to run away and pretend she hadn’t seen them, but another part of her yearned to understand what was happening.

“Sister Mary!” she gasped out loud.

Sister Mary looked up and met her gaze, a hint of surprise in her eyes. For a moment, they were both still, their bodies unmoving as they stared at each other. Sister Sara knew that she needed to act fast – she had to do something to put a stop to this sinful act.

She turned on her heel and made her way to the doors, intent on getting help. But as she turned, she heard Sister Mary’s soft voice whisper behind her.

“Sister Sara.”

She hesitated at the door, her hand reaching for the handle. She didn’t want to turn around and face what she had just seen, but something about Sister Mary’s voice made her pause. Slowly, she turned and found Sister Mary standing in front of her, her skirt now back in place and her habit covering her body. Lucus was nowhere in sight.

“Sara,” Sister Mary said again, her voice soft and inviting. “I know what I was doing was wrong. I’ve been tempted by sin for a while now. But I can’t help it – I need something more from this life.”

Sister Sara felt her brow furrow, unsure of how to respond. “I’m going to report you to Head Sister,” she said after a moment. “This can’t go unspoken.”

Sister Mary gave a sad smile. “No, you’re right. I know this was wrong. But before you tell anyone, let me show you something.”

Sara raised her eyebrows in question. “Show me what?”

Mary leaned close, her eyes looking into Sara’s. “There’s more to life than devotion and duty,” she whispered, her breath tickling Sara’s ear. “Let me show you the beauty and passion that can exist between people. You only have to give in to temptation.”

Sara stepped back, her eyes narrowing. “That’s wrong,” she insisted. “We’re meant to be devoted to God and the church.”

Mary reached out and touched her arm, her grip light but insistent. “But there’s more than just that. I promise you, Sara.”

Sara’s resolve began to falter under Mary’s unwavering stare. She felt a strange heat stir inside of her, a sensation she had never experienced before.

“No,” she said softly, trying to convince herself. “It’s wrong.”

“Is it?” Mary whispered. “Then let me prove it to you. Let me show you how beautiful sin can be.”

Sister Sara didn’t have a chance to reply. Sister Mary closed the distance between them and pressed her lips against Sara’s. The kiss was soft and inviting, gentle but insistent. Sara’s hands rose to Mary’s waist as the kiss deepened, her body leaning into Mary’s embrace.

When they finally pulled away from each other, Sara’s cheeks were flushed, her breath coming in short gasps. Mary smiled at her, pleased at how easily she had convinced her.

“See, Sister,” she said, “it’s not so wrong, is it?”

Sara’s eyes widened. She realized that she had let Mary seduce her. She wanted to argue that it was wrong, but something in her felt a spark of agreement with what Mary said. She reached up to touch her lips, remembering the sweet taste of the kiss.

“Now, let me show you more,” Mary whispered, looking over her shoulder.

Lucus walked around the corner, his cock still hard and erect from fucking Mary. He knelt down in front of Sara, his eyes filled with desire. “Please, Sister,” he begged, looking up at her. “Let me taste you, let me worship you.”

Sara looked down at him, her eyes widening. She had never seen a cock before, much less been with a man. But something about Lucus stirred her, something deep and primal that she couldn’t ignore. She looked over at Mary, who was smiling at her.

“Go on, Sara,” Mary urged. “You won’t regret it.”

Taking a deep breath, Sara reached down and wrapped her fingers around Lucus’s cock. It felt hard and yet soft under her palm, and he let out a pleased groan at her touch. “Yes, Sister,” he breathed, his hips rocking back and forth slightly. “Like that.”

Mary watched with approval before moving behind Sara. She pressed her body into Sara’s, her hands sliding over Sara’s hips. “Let go of your inhibitions,” she whispered into Sara’s ear. “Embrace the sin and desire.”

Sara moaned as Mary’s fingers began to trace their way up her thigh. The sensation sent shivers through her body, and she looked over at Mary with wide eyes.

“Is this okay?” she whispered.

“Yes,” Mary replied, her lips pressed against Sara’s cheek. “Let him do what he wants. Let yourself go.”

Sara nodded, her eyes drifting down to Lucus. He was watching her, waiting for her to give the next move. She took another deep breath and leaned forward, her tongue darting out to lick the tip of his cock. The salty taste of him filled her mouth, and she heard Lucus let out a moan of pleasure.

“Good,” he groaned, his hands reaching up to tangle in her hair. “More, please.”

Sara didn’t need another instruction. She opened her mouth wide and took Lucus in, sucking on his cock as she massaged his shaft with her hand. His hips began to rock against her, and she matched her rhythm to his movements. She could feel his cock hardening even more in her mouth, his moans growing louder with each passing moment.

“I’m going to cum,” he warned, his voice strained from holding back his climax.

Mary moved her fingers between Sara’s legs, her touch sending shivers of pleasure through Sara’s body. “Yes,” she whispered against Sara’s ear, “let him fill your mouth.”

Sara felt a rush of excitement at the words. She had heard rumors of what men could do with their cocks, but she never thought she’d experience it firsthand.

The thought excited her, and she sucked Lucus harder, her lips moving over his length. She felt him swell in her mouth and then a hot, salty liquid filled her mouth.

Sara swallowed, the taste of Lucus still filling her senses. She pulled back slightly as he softened in her mouth, her cheeks flushed from the pleasure. Lucus looked down at her, his face filled with awe.

“That was amazing,” he whispered, “thank you, Sister.”

Sara smiled slightly, her heart still racing from the act. She looked up at Mary, who was watching with a pleased smile on her face.

“Now,” Mary said softly, “it’s time for you to feel what it’s like to be fucked.”

Sara’s breath caught at the words, but before she could react, Mary turned her to face Lucus. The gardener was already hard again, his cock straining against the front of his pants. Mary pushed Sara to her knees and positioned herself beside the younger nun.

“Take him in your mouth,” she instructed.

Sara did as told, taking Lucus back into her mouth. This time, though, it wasn’t just a simple suckling motion. Mary began to rub her clit with two fingers, sending waves of pleasure through her body.

“Yes,” Sara gasped around Lucus’ cock, “more.”

Mary laughed softly. “Soon,” she promised, her touch becoming faster and more insistent.

Sara felt herself begin to climax, her whole body tightening with pleasure. She closed her eyes and let the feeling wash over her, the sensation of Lucus in her mouth and Mary’s touch between her legs sending her into an ecstasy she had never imagined before.

When she finally opened her eyes, she saw Lucus staring down at her. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered, his voice full of emotion. “I want to fuck you so badly.”

Sara blushed at the words and felt a stir of excitement. She looked over at Mary for guidance, and the other nun smiled. “Go on,” she said. “He’ll make it feel good, I promise.”

Sister Sara took a deep breath and stood up, her heart pounding with excitement. Lucus stepped in front of her and reached out to touch her cheek, his fingers gentle against her skin.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he whispered. “I promise I’ll make it feel good for you.”

Sister Sara nodded. She knew it was wrong, that she shouldn’t be doing this. But she couldn’t help herself. She wanted to know what it was like to be with a man.

Lucus smiled at her before kissing her again. His lips were soft against hers, and she felt his tongue slide into her mouth, mingling with hers. She leaned into the kiss, feeling a rush of desire flood through her veins.

When they finally broke away from each other, Lucus pushed her gently until she sat on the edge of the bed. Sister Mary moved around to stand beside her, one hand reaching out to cup her breasts. Sara felt a moan escape her as Mary began to massage her nipples through the fabric, sending shivers down her spine.

“Yes,” she whispered, “more.”

Lucus stepped between her legs, his cock already hard and straining against his pants. He reached down to undo his belt and then pushed his pants down, revealing himself to her.

Sara’s eyes widened as she took in the sight of him. She had seen his cock before when he was fucking Mary, but now it was right in front of her.

“Wow,” she breathed, unable to look away from him.

Lucus chuckled. “Touch it,” he said softly. “Feel how hard it is for you.”

Sara hesitated for a moment before reaching out and wrapping her fingers around the head of his cock. Lucus let out a groan of pleasure at her touch and pressed his hips forward, guiding her hand over his length.

“Yes,” he groaned as her fingers moved over him. “Just like that.”

Sister Mary moved behind her, her hands running over Sara’s body. She began to lift the hem of her habit, and Sara didn’t stop her. She didn’t want to stop any of this. She felt Mary’s touch move over her stomach, and then a warm hand began to slide between her legs.

“Open for me,” Mary whispered in her ear. “Let Lucus fuck you.”

Sara shivered at the words, her legs falling open slightly. She watched as Lucus knelt between her thighs, his cock pressed against her cunt. Mary’s fingers began to tease her clit, and Sara let out a gasp as he pressed forward, sliding inside of her with ease.

“Mmmm,” she moaned as he began to move. “That feels good.”

Lucus smiled and leaned down to kiss her. “Yes,” he whispered as their lips met, “just like that.”

Sara lost herself in the feeling of his cock inside of her. It was hard and warm, and it stretched her with each movement. The pain was mixed with pleasure, and she let out a soft cry as she felt herself begin to reach climax

again. Mary’s fingers continued to tease her, pushing her to new heights of pleasure.

When she finally climaxed, her whole body tightened, her hips bucking against Lucus. She could feel him begin to swell inside her, and Mary leaned in to kiss her neck as he began to cum inside her.

The feeling of his seed filling her set off another wave of pleasure, and Sara let out another cry as she climaxed again.

Finally, Lucus pulled out of her and stood up. “Thank you,” he whispered, cupping her cheek with one hand. “That was amazing.”

Sara smiled and stood up. She felt different, and yet the same all at once. She knew she would never be able to go back to being the innocent nun she once was, and yet, she wasn’t sure she wanted to.

“Let’s do it again,” she whispered. She felt a thrill of excitement as Lucus grinned at her and Mary nodded.

“Of course,” Mary whispered.

And with that, the three of them fell into the bed together, ready to fuck and make Sara experience even more of the sinful world. It would never end for these three, because they knew that they could never stop fucking each other. That’s how their sinful relationship began. And would continue for as long as they would live.

The End.

Once you go black you don’t go back?

I’ll start off by saying that I am a white male, 6’ tall with an athletic build. I’ve been with my fair share of woman, but none quite like this one. Met a college girl whose bf is away on deployment. Shes this thick little black girl, big fat juicy tits and a big round ass, very very cute, she definitely caught my eyes. She ran into me (literally ran into me on accident) at the bar I work at sometimes. She was out with her girlfriends, but she was chatting it up with me for a long time. We exchanged numbers that first night before her friends pulled her away. Honestly, she was just confiding in me about how tough it has been and how her classes were going. Very normal conversation, nothing wrong at all.

A few weeks later, she randomly texted me, asking if I was going to be at the bar again. I told her it was my night off but I might be able to stop out for a little bit. She sent me a few pics of her outfit, she was looking sexy as hell, so I told her I’d be there. When I got there, she was already pretty tipsy. She dragged me out to the dance floor and immediately started grinding her big ass on my crotch. Seriously throwing it back against me, I grabbed her hips and went for a ride. Being a well endowed male, I couldn’t help but enjoy every second of this. She was making my cock hard against her ass but I wasn’t sure if she noticed until she looked back at me and smirked. She turned around and we started dancing and grinding face to face, our hands tracing each other, grabbing and feeling our bodies.

We kept dancing and grinding on each other for what felt like hours. My cock was throbbing in my pants the whole time. I’m not sure where her friends had went, but the bar called last call and that’s when we made our way to the exit. We got out to my car, and started making out in the front seat. Our tongues wrestling together as her hand found my cock once again. She pulled back and looked at me with her sexy eyes and I knew I was in trouble. I asked if she wanted to come back to my place, she nodded and started unbuckling my pants, pulling my cock out. I pulled out of the parking lot as she started sucking my cock, taking long deep strokes, making it nice and wet with her warm mouth. She didn’t stop until we pulled up to my place. We got out of the car, I tucked my cock back into my pants as we went inside.

Once we got inside, she was on her knees, pulling my pants down to my ankles as she started stroking and sucking my cock again. She was wild, sucking my dick so crazy, making it so wet and sloppy. She finally gave it a break and we made our way to my bedroom. We stripped naked and she climbed onto my bed, on her hands and knees, I climbed up behind her and started eating her pussy from behind. She was already soaking wet and she tasted so good, I was lapping up her delicious juices like I was dying of thirst. After a long few minutes of eating her out, making her moan and squeal with my mouth, I decided it was time to let her feel my BWC inside her pussy. I climbed up behind her, grabbing the base of my cock and plunging it deep inside her pussy, making her moan out for me so loudly. I began fucking her doggy, harder and harder. Pounding her tight wet pussy with my cock, she was so fucking wet. It seriously was the best feeling pussy I’ve ever had. We fucked like that for a while before changing positions, she spun over on her back and I fucked her missionary until her pussy clenched around my cock as I made her cum for the first time. She was screaming and moaning, digging her long nails into my back as she came hard on my cock.

After her massive orgasm subsided, she turned me over and laid me on my back, she started sucking my cock again, fast and hard, deep throating it over and over without gagging. She was massing my balls while sucking my dick, trying so hard to make me cum but I kept holding on. After a while, she climbed on top. Mounting me and riding my cock. Her my cock buried inside her pussy as she grind on my cock. Her hands planted on my chest as she started sliding up and down, slamming her pussy down on me over and over again. She leaned in and we started making out as she continued riding my cock. It was so good, her pussy was amazing and her kisses were incredible. Just then, I felt her pussy tighten again as she started cumming hard once more. Moaning into my mouth as her pussy was convulsing on my cock. We stayed like that until she was finished cumming and she rolled off me onto her back. I rolled onto her and slid my cock back into her pussy. I started fucking her so seductively, sliding my big hard cock into and out of her dripping wet pussy over and over again, she was kissing me, making out with me, kissing on my neck and nibbling my ear as we fucked so sensual. I felt my cock throbbing, the cum inside my balls building. I sped up a bit, fucking her faster now, she continue kissing and suckling on my lips and neck. I let her know I was about to cum, we quickly moved so she could get my cock into her mouth as she started sucking on my tip while stroking my hard shaft. Without warning , I exploded, shooting rope after rope of hot cum into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. I was moaning so much as my cock violently erupted , filling her mouth with my load, some of it spilling out and dropping onto her big titties. She never stopped stroking or sucking until she knew I was completely finished. She scooped up the cum from her tits, cleaning up every drop of cum. We both collapsed onto my bed, falling asleep shortly after.

We fucked again the next morning, and then showered together. That’s when she told me her bf had been unfaithful to her while on his deployment. So that’s why she hit me up to go out. She didn’t think we’d fuck, but when she felt my cock at the bar, she said she had to see what I was about. Glad I didn’t disappoint. We’ve been texting, sending dirty pics and fucking like this for weeks now since this happened. Her pussy is seriously the best I’ve ever had.