A look at words, acts, and fetishes that are often unjustly considered taboo.
Mistress paused once more. My heart thudded frenetically. If it beat any harder it would burst. "I'm going to fuck you in the arse."
I knelt on the cold floor, awaiting her arrival. The unyielding floorboards bit into my kneecaps, coating them in pain. But this was how I'd been instructed to wait - I had no choice but to endure.
I get so annoyed when I see sugar babies or daddies or mamas post on non sugar groups on fetlife. I don't mind them being on the site but stay in your groups. Also there are people who use the kink site for sugar when they aren't even kinky and I will talk about that later. I have already posted about how the sugar lifestyle is it's own lifestyle but I will briefly talk about this again.
I was strapped for money and needed to make a lot of it in a short amount of time. I started searching craigslist for sugar baby and special arrangement type agreements hoping that someone, somewhere would pay for all of my bills in exchange for just a couple photos and maybe a few naughty texts here and there. I had never tried anything like this before but I was lazy, in debt and didn’t want to go back to serving. I by no means “had to do this”, but it was the easiest route. I ended up stumbling on an ad for a massage girl at a random salon a few cities away. Paid 500-2000$ a day/cash. I figured if I could work there for a few weeks I could make what I needed and never look back. It would only be a temporary thing. I was really nervous during my first shift. The girls were cold to me, everything was unfamiliar and I didn't know the rules. When a new John would come in, everyone working would step out to greet him and then he’d get to pick which of us he wanted. One after another, they’d point to me and without hesitation - “her”. My first customer was actually pretty attractive. He was a construction worker with rough hands, baby blue eyes and a hot body. He didn’t say anything and he didn’t try anything; He just enjoyed his massage and turned over when it was time to. When he came to see me the second time I got up after the massage ready to stroke him but he stopped me and asked if he could touch me instead. I wasn’t sure. The rules of the salon were clear; Strictly hand jobs. “I’ll pay extra. Whatever you want baby girl”. Maybe it was his eyes, maybe it was the relief of having an attractive guy as my first customer or maybe it was because when i said "double" he didn't hesitate. But I said okay. And just like that, he was on me. Kissing me on my neck and pulling my panties down. I couldn’t believe it – I just made in an hour what would have taken me two nights at the bar. I was happy – and turned on. I could feel his calloused fingers as he brushed lightly over my clit and growled in my ear. It was the first time I ever heard a man growl like that. We were standing. I lifted one leg onto the bed and spread myself wide for him. He held me steady with one hand, gripping my ass and used the other to finger fuck me. I couldn’t help but moan against his mouth as my orgasm started building. He starred me in my eyes and begged me to do it. He found my g-spot and kept toying with it as I cried out against his lips. My orgasm flooded over me and slowly dripped down his hand. He took his fingers out and licked each one ravenously, savouring every fucking drop. He pushed me towards the folding bed on my back. I spread my legs open thinking that he was going to fuck me and that I was going to let him. Hoping he would pound the living shit out of me right there for everyone outside the door to hear. And then he started to jerk off. His cock pointed right at my sloppy wet cunt the entire time. His one hand still gripping my ass, propping me up and close to him. His eyes piercing into mine as he moaned and jerked rapidly. Finally, he let out that animalist roar and I felt him shower me with his hot load. All over my pussy, dripping down my asshole was his hot, cum. He collapsed overtop of me and looked me right in the eyes and said - “You’re way too beautiful to be working here”. With that he threw 400$ down on the bed plus an extra 50 for a tip. I went home that night and fucked my boyfriend harder than I ever had, riding his cock like a fucking piston and screaming for him to fucking destroy me. I always felt a little guilty lying to him about where I was working but that night I felt like a sexy, filthy whore and it turned me on beyond belief. 10 years later and I still think about that construction worker sometimes when I masturbate.
Dinner was silent, except for the clinking of silverware and occasional crunch of food. Salad, broccoli, and lasagna. At least her stepfather knew how to cook? Jericho finished up after Sam, and she gathered up their plates to bring to the kitchen. She rinsed the plates in the sink before settling them into the dishwasher. She bristled as he came up behind her, whispering in her ear. “Clean up, then meet me downstairs. I’m not finished with you yet.”
I work on a phone sex line, I have done on and off for the past three years. I bet you're thinking "phone sex lines? Just a bunch of guys wanting blow jobs and threesomes, right?". Well, okay, sometimes. But most of the time, people go to phone sex lines for three reasons.
Welp, she had gone and done it again. Jericho had skipped school, again, and now she had to answer to her step father. She had promised not to do it again, but she hadn’t been feeling well. Of course, it might have had something to do with being majorly hungover, but meh, she didn’t really want to admit that. But, could you blame her? She sighed, shaking her head as she turned off her car. She looked at her keys with a frown, knowing she was likely going to lose them as part of her punishment. She thought about just running away, but all of her stuff was at home. Nope, running away wasn’t an option. She needed to face the consequences like an adult, whatever that meant.
Hello, my name is Mike. I am a forty year old man who was widowed due to my wife loosing her life to Cancer. I have two beautiful daughters, age 12 and thirteen. They take care of the house and keep everything in order most of the time. I still have a babysitter come over when I know I will not be home for a long while.
Chris is driving his classic 1965 Ford Mustang into the driveway of Jenny’s home. Jenny is in the passenger seat. “When are you going to fix up this car?” she asks.
I was 18 years old at the time, I was in my prime days, I was enjoying myself. I was treating life like a breath of fresh air. I loved everything about it. I was well and truly living my life like a real teenager and I couldn’t be more Thankful about it!
My sister's boyfriend and me are very good friends. He's been dating my sister Karen for over two years now. From the first day he started fucking her, he gave me all of the details. I watched them once fucking. Jim, my sister's boyfriend agreed to leave her bedroom door open. I watcher him eat her out. She really loved that. When he started fucking her it made me cum in my pants. My sister is very good looking. Any guy, included me would love to fuck her.
"Are you sure?" I asked my sister. "I'm sure, you're my brother." "What's that got to do with it?" "Everything, again you're my brother."