Written for the lesbian cuck-lovers.
"Oooooohhhhhh myyyyy goooooood" came the scream from Lara's headphones, as the girl on her computer screen was forced face-down into the mattress. An exceptionally large, hard cock was gliding in and out of her, and her muffled moans continued from the mattress....

"Hi Maggie!"
"Hi! How did it go, Leib?" She always called me Leib. She sounded excited
"It's... err... I've not quite... you know... he's still tied up at the moment..." I was a bit dazed by my orgasm.
"Sorry! Oh shit! Are you still... is he... you know...?" She sounded embarrassed, but still excited....

At the airport, people would often go receive loved ones, and use the excuse to get Nandos, or a late night lounging snack. It was Sunday night, and the returning ones had returned from India.
They were empty, from faraway excursion, and were thinking of being home already. Fatima and Asad, and their children, were received by a family member. He was a capable middle aged man, and carried some of their load. Maher, and his mother Hafsa, were by themselves. The group looked for their exits, insensitive to...

You invited a friend over tonight. You told me that he is someone you respect -- accomplished, charismatic, confident. You admire him, and now you want him to see me.
We are in New York, tucked away in our hotel room together. Our penthouse room is spacious, with a stunning view of Central Park. We've just returned from dinner -- you treated me to an upscale sushi restaurant in Manhattan. It was absolutely perfect -- a romantic candlelit setting, delicious food, and, best of all, your undivided attention...

I'm in the kitchen on my knees. I hope you don't notice that I'm hiding behind my hair as I pull the kitchen towel over the mess of egg and flour that covers the floor, the cabinet, the countertop. I have agreed to this. I know it. You know it. But I can't help the bit of salt water that falls from the corner of my eye....

'Now, here,' Dan looked up and Shell, now his owner, spat on his face again. 'Lick my asshole you fucking cunt,' she said with a huge grin on her face.  
On the video feed to the TV screen I could see he was kneeling behind her in an instant, and as she held my hips, me pushing myself back onto the dildo and wriggling to get it as deep as it could go, he undid the crotch strap buckle and let the strap fall between her legs. Shell then moved her feet apart and bent forward a bit as Dan held her hips to pu...

Authors Note: This is the last two chapters of this story. I hope you enjoyed my first BDSM story. I look forward to reading your comments. If I get some ideas I might write some stories covering his other stays in other cities. Thanks to Helen1899 for the suggestions which got me started on this.
All characters involved in sexual activity are 18 or older. All of my works on this site are copywritten by CurrentParameter and may only be used or reused with permission....

Authors Note: These chapters will make almost no sense if not read in order which means you should absolutely read chapter 43 and 44 first. Also, If you haven't, I strongly suggest you go back to the introduction and chapter 1 as well as Chapter 13 -- 15 which sets the background for Schwartz Iron Works....

Most ponies were led around by the reins, or a leash clipped to a tastefully designed collar. But here was Sera, following along with nothing more than a bit in her mouth and a pair of pony ears perched atop her head. You could almost say she was wearing a metaphorical leash as she moved along behind Aurora out of the training barn and through into the barn that Sera had originally come through. The only difference is that now this barn was busy like a beehive....

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(Bucket-List Progress: Week 26 - 56/104 = 53.85%)


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~~~ Week 26 - Tuesday ~~~
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We woke up early and ran by the nursery to grab a few items that would not have done well - sitting at the job-site in the heat. We hurried off to the Jackman property, got things set up, and then April snapped photos while the rest of us got started....

Valerie's Party-First Part
"Daddy, do I look slutty enough for your friends," Valerie asked.
Her dad approached her, wrapped his arms around her neck, gazed into her eyes, and told her, "Sweetheart, you are absolutely the prettiest little slut any daddy could want for his friends to fuck."
He kissed her deeply, swirling his tongue in her mouth, and she followed suit. They held their loving embrace for several minutes, then her dad said, "Baby, let me go make sure that everything is ready in the oth...

Manic Monday was playing in the background. Mom had the oldies on again. Although, she wasn't that old. I was looking in her closet. I remembered seeing it a year or two ago. A pretty pink prom dress. Classically styled, and adaptable to nearly any era.
Wendell had asked me out. I think it had nearly short circuited his brain, but he managed to stammer the question out in relatively coherent fashion. He was much more dialed in leading the math club. I'd said yes. Of course I would....

--Pete
When I wake in the morning, Sam's already gone and I remember that she usually goes for an early morning run on Tuesdays. At first I sleepily wonder if it actually happened or whether it was just a rich fantasy brought on by watching her doing her yoga stretches. But there's plenty of evidence to prove my guilt: the faint scent of her body lotion and wrinkled sheets on the other side where the salty aroma of sex still lingers. I'm relieved she's gone but I realise that it's just delaying the momen...

My mother and I just relocated to a new town, trying to get out from under the emotional and physical thrashing of divorce. It all began when and Mom and Dad caught Dad cheating, and Mom's gonna be glad it's Mom.
Dad was justifiably angry and ashamed, but that's when things started to fall apart. Puberty shit is so evil the entire situation fucked up my college plans and I quit my part-time job to help her....

"I'm sorry, but I need to go away for work the week you host poker night. I know how much you like me to play hostess."
"You are the hostess with the moistest, honey."
"I've got an idea -- why don't we ask Linda to fill in, like she did for our Valentine's date?"
"Do you think she'd say yes? She might fear that the guys will be a bunch of dirty old men."...

During dinner, Red's submissive was beside herself with lust for Luna. Red noticed and smiled supportively, asking Luna, "Luna? My submissive is very, very adept at giving oral pleasure. She is also quite enamored with you. Have you had any experience with sapphic sexuality? And would you allow her to lick your quite beautiful pussy while we enjoy our dessert?"...

All participants in this story are 18 and older.
I have enjoyed self bondage since I was 18. I started off as an amateur. I used belts and toy handcuffs to create bondage situations, but I could always easily escape. As I got into my mid-twenties, I started to get more daring. I bought some bondage equipment. I bought leather cuffs that went around my ankles and wrists, and an under-the-bed bondage kit. I would padlock all four limbs to the straps until I was spread eagle across the bed. It was always ch...

Title: "Sub, Slave, Sissy". Martha's New Challenge.
Another adventure with Martha. I have written past stories involving Martha. Feel free to read them. But you can still read this story without reading the previous Martha stories. Hope you enjoy it.
Martha wasn't completely sure when she had become a Dominatrix. She knew it started in high school. That is when she first started to manipulate other students for her benefit. It wasn't just for sexual purposes. It was more an amazing new learning experi...

You flop onto your bed, the springs groaning beneath you as you kick off your shoes with a half-hearted grunt. The room is dim, lit only by the bluish glow of your phone screen as you unlock it, muscle memory guiding your fingers straight to the dating app you swore you'd delete a week ago.
You start swiping, more out of habit than hope, smiles too perfect, bios too bland, eyes that never quite meet yours even through the screen. A parade of strangers blurs past, none of them sticking....

Introduction
I'm a predator and a chubby chaser. A fatty fucker if you prefer. The technical term is adipophilia, literally "love of," the philia part, "body fat," the adipose part. It's a preference, a fetish if you will, so common it has been studied and assigned its own acronym, FA for Fat Appreciation. Those who disapprove of my taste might call me a "hogger," or a "pigger," the farmyard references suggesting that there's something wrong with me. That the women I prefer have something wrong with them...

Ellie thought she had seen it all until the Hendersons came to stay at the Manor Hotel. Now 23, she had worked there on and off since she was 18, first during her gap year and then during the vacations of her three-year university course in History of Art. Then, finding it difficult to find a graduate job, she had been there full-time again for the last year. She had much bigger ambitions, but it would do for now....

Be Our Breeder 05
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Sleeping in a new place always sucks. You have to get used to not only the new place as you familiarize yourself with the various ambient noises but also with your new surroundings.
Then if you're sleeping on a new bed you have to get used to the new bed and find that sweet spot....

The room was still dark, but soft morning light was starting to bleed through the edges of the curtains. The sheets were tangled low on the bed, cool air kissing bare skin. Autumn stirred first. She didn't open her eyes right away. Just let herself feel--her body warm, her limbs heavy, Ryan's chest solid behind her. His arm was thrown over her waist, loose and protective, breath warm against the back of her neck. But what really woke her was the slow, insistent throb between her legs. The ache. And the way ...

Vysi approached Elise on a Saturday night. It did so because it was bored. Despite what most humans would think, being the God of Breasts was not particularly exciting.
Vysi was certainly a powerful deity. Throughout all of human history, breasts had always been of great significance - because infants fed from them, yes, but also as symbols of fertility, beauty, sexuality... Indeed, Vysi could lay claim to worship of immense magnitude - but still, it was bored....

This is just a story of young teen boy who falls behind on his rent. This is just a story not any real events the boy is eighteen and consensual age!
Themes of Ebony Femdom with toilet play and sex with older ebony woman with teen white boy.
The both people in this story are living in Atlanta.
The teen boy-...

This is purely fantasy not a real story and nobody is real in this story. If my spelling or grammar is bad I apologise. I am just trying to add to this great story site. So please refrain from making negative comments and give low marks. If you don't like the story just read others on this great site. But for the ones who enjoy my stories thank you....

61
Arriving home, making sure the house was tidy, and having a nightcap together before bed seemed so normal that it was almost surreal. When I ran an inventory of the day in my mind, trying to capture all that I had experienced and been a part of, it was difficult to believe that it had all happened, but it had, and to me....

Note: The following first part in this series is a first person point of view of submissive white male, all participants are 18+. I am a Black Male Dom with years of experience based in the UK. Feel free to reach out, I love feedback on my work.
Ever since I hit puberty, I knew I was different. I was definitely more on the lean side, with what can be called a dancer's body. Years of track and field have carved a lower body with detailed muscular thighs that ascended into a small but firm bubble butt. Wha...

Chapter 1: Left Out and Lit Up
It was a chilly March evening--the kind where the cold doesn't bite, it lingers. I stood in front of the mirror, smoothing down the curves of my black backless dress. The fabric clung to my hips like it had been poured on. It dipped low across my chest, showcasing just enough cleavage to be called dangerous. Paired with my 8-inch black platform stilettos, I was sex in silhouette....

Author's Note: Thank you VanessaEvans for letting me play in your world.
Chapter 21
Sitting on a bar stool, Emi's dad watched as his daughter stirred a pot of marinara with Italian sausages while they were catching up around the island.
"You know I'm proud of you, right?"
Emi blushed a little while feeling the steam of the sauce on her face....