I enjoy pushing my boytoy to the limit. The other night I spent all evening teasing him and making his balls fuller and fuller, using different parts of his body to make myself cum, but not letting him cum, or even touch his aching cock. I used him over and over again, until it was time to get ready to go out. Just before we went out for a drink with friends, I tied a piece of string around his balls, pulled it nice and tight - I like it when it really cuts into the skin - and then made him cut a hole in his pocket and thread it through.

Foreword: This story is about a girl being more or less forced into sexual acts in a public location, despite her having a boyfriend, and her beginning to enjoy them. I asked a friend for some random Key words (like "public location") and then wrote this story around them. I am not native to the English language, so there might be some issues, especially with punctuation. This is a work of fiction and I in no way endorse the behavior of the characters.

Jimmy was a little nervous as he checked into his hotel. This was the first time he had ever been allowed to go to an overnight conference for work, most of the time they don't let engineers out of their offices, much less to go to a conference. Sure, he had traveled for work before, but before it had always been classes with other engineers and people like him, he had never been allowed to go to the dealer conference.

Even I will admit this story is a little on the unusual side but it is 100% true. I have and will always consider myself a straight man. I think even to call myself bisexual is not entirely accurate. Being a natural and experienced dominant I was well accustomed to offering my services to women who I didn't find particularly attractive. I had never considered offering my services to a man until recently.

I didn't really know how big Luke was. Until he stood so close to me that I could smell his clean scent of his body wash. His height, the power that radiated from him, his strength all made him massive. His broad shoulders that I wanted to mark. His eyes could command me without him saying one word. His hands made any part of my body look small. One of his hands made its way under my chin, tilting my head upwards, making me look into his eyes.

He meets her in the back room for a new type of inventory. [Author's note; This isn't a prequel or sequel specifically, just another story] * It was that time of night. The rush of the commuter crowd had faded into a slow trickle of truck drivers and workaholics at the roadside diner. Annie had only started her shift three hours ago and had a long night ahead of her, but a young girl needs money and the burger joint needed cashiers.

It's Thursday night, and I'm a little bored catching drinks with friends but wearing an outfit that accentuates every curve I have. The night is winding down but my buzz isn't finished. Scrolling through my texts, and I land on his name. I slip on my black thong with my lace bra, then admiring myself in the mirror. I have time and a fleeting idea. I slowly pull on my black thigh high stockings, one leg at a time, like someone is watching.

She stood at the kitchen sink, a potato in one hand and a peeler in the other. On her round frame, she wore nothing other than a large oversized mans shirt. Her messy brown hair hung over her shoulder, as she sung along softly with the music that was playing from the stereo. Her long sleeves were pushed up around her elbows, and her bare feet danced a little on the floor.

He knelt by her feet awaiting her next move, her next sound, her next breath. He waited with baited breath, holding himself as still as possible, trying to contain the tremble in his body, that thread of anticipation which ran through him like and electrical wire, making his body shake and his cock quiver. He was very aware of the fact that she was watching him, although his eyes never once left the floor in front of him, where he could see the tips of her black stilettos.

Part 1: The Online Encounter Story Overview A thread of e-mails quickly blossoms into an erotic relationship of domination and humiliation between Ken and Karena. Karena develops a growing need for power and control while Ken finds himself drawn into a state of submission and inferiority. * Ken anxiously opened his e-mail to see if Karena had responded to his feedback. The night before Ken had spent hours skimming through her website and reading her erotic stories.

PART V TEASED AND ENTRAPPED! Monday evening Kareena logged on and was delighted to see an e-mail from Ken. She had instructed him not to write until her present arrived and she knew that it had not arrived. She was curious as to what he had to say. She wasn't even halfway through the e-mail and her pussy was hot and beginning to dampen. It was obvious that Ken was excited and even proud at completing her assignment.

PART 9: THE POWER OF THREE Kimmee's (Ken's) heels clicked across the marble floor of the hotel lobby. He was in a hurry to go nowhere. He figured if he walked fast enough no one would notice the secret underneath the feminine facade. Mistress Kareena had done such a fabulous job at hiding his masculinity and highlighting his feminine qualities that someone passing by would not even have second thoughts that Kimmee was a woman.

I dominate my husband with prostate milkings and strap-on discipline!!!!!! Now that that's out of the way, a little background information on how we got to this point in our lives. I am not your typical leather-clad dominatrix that you see on TV. As far as I'm concerned, all that leather is just for show! I am your typical normal, unassuming housewife that you would never expect to be a dominant person to begin with.

He relaxed against the headboard. His thighs spread wide with one knee bent. His cock was long and firm sprouting from a nest of dark curls, beneath his arousal hung his large, heavy sac. Submissively, I crawled between his legs my eyes downcast just the way he liked. First, I inhaled his strong, musky scent. The scent guaranteed to make me wet. I nuzzled his sac, gently suckling each testicle. His lips parted and he began to pant but he said not a word.

Hi, My name is Misty, and I like being in control. I guess from a fairly early age I had always been what you might call "bossy". I've always liked to have my way, and I haven't always played fair. My childhood was pretty normal, apart from my bossiness. I was bright and inquisitive. In high school I was also a cheerleader and dated often but remained aloof from the whole high school romance scene, and sex wasn't something that was even on my radar.

Author's note: The Submissive Cocksucker was the first story I ever submitted to Literotica. It was, and remains, a standalone story, and I never had any intention of writing a sequel. A few readers suggested that I write one, however, and I considered it a great compliment that they wanted to read more about these characters. This story is my gift to those readers who appreciated the original. It is also my first foray into the BDSM category.

A text "hey" came into my inbox from someone named Salman. He claimed to be a huge fan of the stories I write and wanted to know if they were real. When I explained that my stories were In fact inspired by real-life events but some details were added or removed to make them better. Listening to this, he was on cloud nine. At the time I didn't know why he was so excited but later I got to know that he was a cuck.

The evening started off like any other. Vanessa was in the shower, washing off the stress of another day. Most people showered in the morning before work; Vanessa liked to shower after. There was no better way to relax after a long day. She was an organized, consistent person. She liked regularity and routine. Every day, the same thing: she'd get home from work, have a snack to sate her appetite, peel off her work clothes, and take a long, relaxing shower.

I thought I would never find someone who would meet my sexual desires. That is until my husband introduced me to you. I could tell how much you wanted me from the moment you laid your eyes on me. Your loose fitting pants couldn’t hide your raging hard on you had, no doubt thinking about laying me over your desk and fucking the shit out of me. I couldn’t believe how soaked my panties got that day knowing you were so hard and it was because of me.

I am in the shower when you get home from the office. You pour yourself a glass of scotch and take off your coat and tie before wandering into the bathroom. You watch me through the steamed up glass of the shower as I finish lathering my body with soap. I don’t even know that you are home until your voice breaks the silence. “Hey sweet girl. How’s your shower?” Your voice startles me at first but I quickly recover and poke my head out of the shower door.

The day was going slower than ever. Seconds felt like minutes and minutes felt like hours as my eager mind wondered what was on the agenda. I knew I had a little over an hour until you would return home, so I decided to take a shower to freshen up for the occasion. Tonight was the night to try something new. Tonight would be exciting, because we had finally decided to explore our sexualities in their deepest and most erotic forms.

It was a warm sunny afternoon. Brenda and Jake were walking in the park. They were in the area which was already part of the surrounding forest. So it was nicely cool under the trees and they were almost alone. Brenda's boyfriend was on a conference for almost the whole week, so she had some time to spend with her friends. She knew Jake for a long time and they were good friends.

I often think of one particular ex girlfriend. Not that I want to get back with her. We split up because I could not see myself with her long term, still never could. When I split up with her she was really upset, she begged me to not to drop her. She said she didn't understand why, that she thought we were so good together, that she would do anything I wanted.

Our marriage had reached the point that we were heading for a divorce. Tom came home from work, read the paper, and watched TV. I didn't do much more than that myself. Our lovemaking had become very mechanical and we rarely had sex. In a series of visits to a highly recommended family therapist he suggested that we work on improving our sex life by consulting an expert in that area.

My name is Staci. I hang out with Michelle and Alexis and Andrea. I'm a submissive lesbian, so when I say we, "hang out," I mean that I spend a lot of time tied up and at their mercy. Michelle is about 5'10" athletic build, with red hair, pale skin, and C cup tits. She is the leader of our group. Alexis is short, slim, tan and blonde, with big fake DD tits (like me!

-------------------------------------------------- The XX is a society entirely controlled and run by women. In this society, men are seen as subservient to women and are taught to follow the lead of strong women. Domination wrestling is a form of wrestling that is popular within the XX. It is a sexual kind of wrestling where women fight against men or other women, and the goal is to dominate the opponent and score as many points as possible.

The poor guy had no clue. He'd told me that I would need to take control as he walked into my house before he had chance to. As if I was going to let him be the one in charge! He sent me a text to say he was parking up and would be with me in two minutes. I pinged him one back telling him just to open the door and let himself in, to undress and to put on the blindfold that was waiting for him on the table and to kneel and wait for me to give him further instructions.

Disclaimer: Contains scenes of breastfeeding and female domination in a sci-fi scenario. Do not read if it's not in your wheelhouse. Alena Ashworth did not bother changing out of her burgundy leather catsuit as she entered her adopted son's room. It was late and she had a long day at work. She was pleased to see Jake stripped fully nude and standing in the corner of the room. Legs spread wide just like how Alena likes it.

I moved in to room 205. It was tough moving. I have never lived on my own, never lived in an apartment. From childhood to college, I stayed at my big family home in Illinois. Moving to New York was a big step. My apartment was not too large yet comfortable. The only friends that I made in a week were from work and all of them lived quite far away, so it was quite exciting when I saw the woman who lived across the hallway in apartment 204.

Emily had a dull sex life. She was 32 years old, petite, and had shoulder-length brown hair and blue eyes. Her breasts were only a B cup but were still impressive. She and her husband, Matt, were raised in strict households where sex was considered taboo. They had no kids and plenty of time, but each thought that the other saw sex as "dirty." Because of the brainwashing and that terrible misunderstanding, Matt and Emily's sex life suffered.