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.
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.
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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.
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.
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 wake up to my Husband/Sir spooning me from behind. His left arm draped possessively over my waist, pulling me back against Him. Softly i sigh and press my bottom against His swelling phallus.
His hands cup and knead my breasts, patient at first then becoming rougher. A sedate moan escapes my lips as i continue to wake from slumber. He pushes His hips forcefully against my supple bottom. He then turns me onto my front with Him rolling on top of me.
One weekend a month of satiny gender bending: The following month
Male/female - married - bondage - femdom - crossdressing - sissy - gagged - tied - submissive - teasing - wife - husband
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It was almost a month to the day. I could tell late in the week that her visitor had arrived. Her mood darkened and she seemed standoffish. Again, I am sorry for her menstrual agonies, but I had little to contribute.
On his weekend of silky gender bending, she delivers a new thrill.
Male/female - married -- bondage - femdom -- crossdressing -- sissy - gagged - tied - submissive -- teasing -- wife -- husband
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A month later as we cleared the breakfast dishes, my Linda asked me:
"Have you been a good gurl, or a bad gurl?"
Yes, I could hear the "u" in the word. She had made passing mentions of some play this weekend.
Looking back, Tess wondered where she had gone wrong.
Was it when she and Jen were waiting in line for the bathroom at the house party and she pointed out the St. Andrew's cross situated nearby? She had admitted to her friend that the BDSM contraption intrigued her.
Or was it when they finished in the bathroom and Jen noticed that the large X against the wall was not being used?
"Are you sure you can't see around that thing?"
I strain to peek but the velour blindfold from our brand new 'Bondage Starter Kit' is doing it's job well. We'd ducked into the funky little sex shop on a whim. Rows and rows of dildos, vibrators, and cock rings but when you saw that little square box sitting amongst the handcuffs and whips your face lit up with an evil grin.