At gangbangs you get to meet all different types of people. Some you make friends with, other blow and go and others show you cant judge a book by its cover. At ours gangbangs, this guy would always show up. This started two years ago and almost every two weeks, there was this guy, Nathan. Always well dressed in black. Always had the best aftershave. Always clean. Jordan liked him because he made an effort plus he had a decent thick weapon.

Donna and I have been married for about 15 years. She is now 40, 5'1", maybe 140lbs. She does have huge 36E cups boobs. Loves sex. Anyway, over the years we have had a great sex life. Little kink, little swinging, many things. Through it all we have a great relationship. Before we meet she had a really kinky life, she tells of trying just about everything once or twice. She does enjoy BDSM.

He arrived. After a short chat of small talk, and me trying to get information, I was given one decision for the night. Do I want to partake in the decisions or have them made for me? I yielded control. So he made the decision to play first and talk after, so we headed to the bedroom. I was ordered to sit. I sipped my wine while watching him unpack his bag.

The bar that night was fairly empty. The music played softly in the background, drowning out the individual conversations. The patrons were spread out, some tucked into dark booths while others lounged in pairs on the soft chairs in the center of the room. I was sitting alone at the bar top, nursing a whiskey and water. Life had been weighing me down and I had hoped to escape with a drink and maybe take someone home.

"Come on Rick. Would you please give it a try for me?" Kim pleaded. "No Kim. I don't want to talk about it anymore. Is it so hard to believe that I don't want to hurt you?" He said firmly. "You wouldn't have to hurt me, hon... unless I was bad, of course." She said grinning. "Don't lie to me, Kim. I read those stories you sent me from that site.

Monthly parties were the norm. Four husband/dominant-wife/submissive couples were joined by a lezzie dom/sub couple, and sometimes by a male/sub, female/dom couple. But then sometimes the male/female couple switched. Well, they said they switched, but we never saw the male as a sub; maybe the supposed "switch" was to assuage his pride, since the other four males were doms. The party rotated houses and participants, of course. This time we hosted, gathering at 7:30.

I look down at the woman at my feet, stroking her hair, admiring the yearning in her eyes as she looks up at me. She kisses my leg, rubbing her hands up my body as I stroke her face and down her neck. She is in a lovely red piece of lingerie that I picked out for her, accentuating her beautiful breasts, leaving open every point of access for play. She is a fucking goddess and has put her pleasure in my hands.

February 20th Rob and Bernie were having a difficult time with organising housekeeping and maintenance and the house was becoming untidy. Both men led busy working lives and were equally passionate in using their leisure time to the full. Time for chores was increasingly marginalised and it had begun to affect how they were relating to each other. There was increasing friction and irritation between the two men and on a couple of occasions there had been raised voices and anger.

I present to you the fantasy of mine that has been forming in my imagination for years. I hope you enjoy it! Edited by angel love (thank you). PS: note that English isn't my native language, so that's why the text isn't perfectly written. ***** I'm lucky enough to live in a world ruled by Men, as it should have always been. I know very well, that Men's role is to dominate and women's role is to be dominated.

Chapter 1. An ordinary detached house in a plain, unremarkable suburb, 65 miles from London. 44 Green Meadows was built, along with hundreds of others after the war. Rows and rows of neat, adequately maintained windows and neatly manicured lawns. Apple blossom trees evenly spaced outside every other house, and a post-box on the corner. You can hear the blackbirds on the telegraph wires and the odd crow on the tops of the Douglas firs down in the valley by the local newsagent.

A tear slid out from between damp lashes, lips pursed together as eyes burned with a silent intensity. "You like this, don't you little slut." He purred the words into her ear and she shut her eyes, squeezing them tightly as if the blackness could block out his words. It only served to heighten sensation. In the darkness she felt her tender wet pussy lips spread and stretch around his invading cock.

She pulled the shiny, black thigh-high leather boot on over her leg and zipped it up. She had just purchased them that morning and as she looked at herself in the mirror she couldn’t help but admire how stunning she looked in them. Turning her body this way and that she assessed the image in front of her. The outfit didn’t leave much to the imagination. The tight black leather corset ran from her belly button to the bottom of her breasts, cupping and lifting them beautifully.

Smiling, Domina Katarina set aside her laptop computer. She had just finished reading her e-mail. The last e-mail she read had confirmed the time of a party later on that day, to which she had been invited. A party! Such fun! Now, what would she wear tonight? She had to give it some thought... She looked down. On 'her' knees before her was her maid "Josephine", a man about forty years old.

Several days ago, there was an e-mail in my inbox. It was of course from my Domina, Katarina, because the e-mail account is for her exclusive use, when she wishes to communicate with me. Because I am her sissy slut, and from time to time she finds ways for me to prove my usefulness to her. The e-mail read: "Hello, sissy slut, I have decided I wish to go on a shopping excursion this Saturday.

The tiny sharp teeth nibbled at the hardened nub that was the Domina's downfall. Moans of pleasure and the rutting of the animal forced her face deeper and deeper until all breath was drawn from tiny gaps in the bucking squirming. She fed, raping the unsuspecting female with long draughts of sucking. Domina brought a split tailed whip down hard across the delicate bones of the slaves back. Instant tiny welts lifted, minute droplets of blood nearly invisible where the edges had severed tiny vessels.

You come home late after an evening out with the girls. Still a little tipsy, you open the door and are almost to the blinking answering machine when I speak. "I've been waiting for you," You turn and see me sitting in my chair, the leather one that I bought just to have at your apartment. The one that reminds you so much of the evenings we share. The one you are not permitted to sit in.

She took a deep breath through her lightly painted red lips as she reached her hand forward and pushed the button for the elevator. The doorman informed her that Mr. RJ was waiting for her at the top floor. She was very excited about this job interview, as she needed the money. She had always wanted to work as a personal assistant to a high corporate executive, but to think that she was actually being interviewed for the position to be an assistant to the president, well it was more than she could believe possible.

Penis envy? I don't think so, but sometimes I crave the power of the penis. The visualization of standing and stroking my rock hard cock above a writhing, wet, hot female on the bed, knowing that oh soon I will be driving my erection deep inside of her, pounding her until I cum... Is interesting to say the least. So here it goes... Lying next to her, smelling her scent is torture.

My big meaty hands moved to her delicate throat and I squeezed gently as I looked down into her beautiful hazel/green eyes. The head of my cock danced at the entrance of her tight drooling cunt and a playful grin spread across my lips. I squeezed harder and her eyes widened. She and I had discovered our affinity for the BDSM lifestyle years earlier when we were in the midst of a torrid long distance affair.

Maybe I was lonely. Maybe I needed to find myself. Maybe I needed to express myself. I was definitely horny! I was out of grad school. I had a good job in a small rural area. A small house to myself on a lake. I was in my late 20's and in a pretty good place physically and financially. Mentally and emotionally were questionable. For the first time in my life, I was somewhat free to be me, but I had made some bad strategic decisions.

Melissa and chatted a little over the next few weeks. I was distant. I don't know why the snorting had turned me off so much. I wanted her to be something she was not, and it took a little while to figure out the problem was me and my prejudices toward overweight women. One night it was late, and I was drinking. Melissa knew this because she had asked what I was doing.

Friday had come quickly. It was a challenge not to cum, but I had done it. I got home from work and got dressed wearing panties. Melissa had told me to pick her up at 7. She had not told me where we were going. I arrived at 7 and went to her door and knocked. She answered the door, and I was a bit speechless. She was wearing a tight white dress that accentuated how big and fat she was.

My name is Lela. I'm one of those large women you see walking around with a shirt that says Fat And Proud. I think you should embrace who you are. So what if I'm six feet ten inches tall, with large breasts, a thick and curvy body and a big plump ass? I can't exactly grab a magical wand and turn myself into a skinny playboy centerfold, can I? I'm not sure I would, even if I could.

I was nervous walking to her door. I always am. I never know what mood she'll be in, and it adds to the excitement. I knock three times, and eventually, she opens the door. She tells me I can enter, so I do. Just looking at her gets me hard ... she is 5'10, long blonde hair. A stern, commanding presence. She wears a tight top, and tighter jeans. And her legs are incredible .

My wife and I were happily married for ten years and were in our mid-thirties when we decided to enter into a new and exciting lifestyle. We had always enjoyed our sex life and never considered ourselves to be in a 'rut' or bored, but rather we were ready to grow and expand in our sexuality. We explored different sexual activities and practices and determined that we both derived pleasure from giving pleasure to others.

The new housekeeper, Miss Spargrove landed the thick wooden Spencer paddle for the fiftieth time on Shawn Cirrito's reddened buttocks, and Shawn bit her tongue to keep from screaming. As the paddle, built with holes throughout to make swinging easier and more painful landed again on Shawn's ass, she wondered what Ross was doing. Miss Spargrove had had him sucking frozen urine-sicles, created in ice cubes with toothpicks. Miss Spargrove had Ross on a monthly masturbation schedule.

I've told you to draw me a warm bath with a lot of bubbles. You obey. You are bound to my orders and must follow my every command and desire. Standing in the middle of the room, I have you undress me. Slowly, undoing the buttons on my silk dress. They flow from the nape of my neck all the way to my ass. You see, this is a 'special' dress.

Note: Thanks to a comment I have put together a second part to the first story. Please vote and leave feedback it is all helpful in further developements. Months have passed since we met that first time in the hotel an hours drive from your home. The few hours we spent together leaving its mark on both of us fight it as two people can only to realize the pull of the force is stronger than the link holding us aground.

This was originally titled Quicksilver Messenger, but based on some ideas from readers I have made some changes and retitled the series. It is still the same basic story and the changes are not massive, but to me it is enough to warrant a new version. I hope you enjoy the series and please give me feedback. ***** Preface Steve walked into the Cureo Club in Corpus Christi, Texas and tonight promised to be an incredible show.

This was originally titled Quicksilver Messenger, but based on some ideas from readers I have made some changes and retitled the series. In addition, I have a new editor that helped clean up some of the speed bumps in the story. Thanks to Glenn514. It is still the same basic story and the changes are not massive, but to me it is enough to warrant a new version. I hope you enjoy the series and please give me feedback.