As Lucy sat in her office sipping her tea she mentally listed all the accounts which needed to be reviewed by the end of the week. She was brought back to reality by a knock on the door. "Come in," she said.
In walked the slightly larger lady from the accounting department, who Lucy suspected was being a lesbian, after this lady, Paula, had brought her female 'friend' to the Christmas party last year.
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.
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.
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.
Disclaimer: These are real stories. Everything that happened here is, to the best of my knowledge, what actually happened. The experiences are several years old, but I captured them all to the best of my ability.
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So, it's been a year since my last femdom experience. That last one with an older woman really killed it for me. I told her what I liked, and what I didn't. She did everything to me that I told her I didn't like.
This is my second story. All characters 18+. Let me know what you think ;)
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I open my eyes slowly, still groggy from the night before. My bed still soft as ever, even better than last night. I start to roll over but cannot. Again I try but nothing. My eyes open fully now and I stare at the ropes that are bound from my wrists to the bed posts.
She slowly awakened, groggily realizing there was a tongue between her ass cheeks, doing a superb job of reaming out her sensitive asshole. She was already near orgasm.
She started to moan, only to feel the tongue pull out and to receive a sharp slap to her right butt cheek. "Not a sound, slut, or you'll be punished." And the tongue delved back into her dark recesses.
Slut tried hard to stay quiet.
sabrina dropped to her knees once she saw who was standing in the kitchen of her house...coat unceremoniously laying by the door. "Oh my fucking gawd..." she drawled slowly, letting the tears stream down her face. "...Sir."
His Mr. Clean appearance was magnified tenfold by the faded and worn camo fatigue pants, sans t-shirt and bare feet. Sexy as fuck was a mild way of describing His appearance.
"Yes, my blond bitch,"
Sir turned away and spoke towards justine this time, "And i don't appreciate My seasoned slave being so willingly apart of this adventure, so whatever punishment befalls My submissive will tenfold land on My slave...in due time."
Snapping His head back to sabrina, there was a glint of humor in Sir's eyes as He added, "maybe a fitting punishment would be an eye for an eye type of scenario, My pretty blonde bitch.
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This is a new story i will be hoping to make quite a few chapters of. Please leave feedback it helps mould the story, and if anyone has any ideas send me a message and I'll try and put them into the story.
Thanks for reading and i hope you enjoy.
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Hi my name is Stacey I am 22 years old 5ft 5 and 126lb, have blonde hair down to my shoulders and brown eyes.
And in the time it takes for her arms to slip from round his neck, her lips to pull gently from his, a wave of his lust has focused and thickened the moment. His hand twines in her hair, dragging her head backwards, exposing her throat.
He bites. "Get up those stairs, now," is growled into her. She stumbles away from him, takes the three small strides required to set foot on the first tread.
I'm blindfolded and can hear you doing something in the other room - some rustling. Some shuffling around - is that a bag you've opened? I discreetly test my bonds. They're tight. My hands tied carefully to my knees - I could feel you slowly tying them. Meticulous as always. Checking to make sure they didn't hurt me or cut off circulation. Then tying rope around each ankle, again, slowly, carefully so I wouldn't feel pain from the bondage you've added to me.