01:01 Time for a night walk has come. Yana read her Master's instructions for the last time. The backpack is already assembled and Yana finally looked into it again. Inside are: plastic collars, a gag, a cork, five wooden clothespins, a collar with a tied leash, nipple clamps with bells, and nail clippers. 01:05 Yana closed the front door and put the key under the door mat. Then she resolutely went to the exit from the entrance. 01:07 There is no one on the street in front of the house. Yana walked around the white Opel and approached the fence of the office building. There is no one on the territory, only two lonely lanterns shine at the very entrance. The guard must have been dreaming for the third time, and no one should interfere with her. 01:10 She climbed over the fence and stopped in the shade of one of the lilac bushes. She unbuttoned her sweatshirt and put it on her backpack. She pulled off her sneakers and stood on them with her bare feet. Then she took off her shirt an
“What do you think about school girl outfits?” I text him. I look at white pleated skirt, plaid top, and white socks stacked on my bed. Almost like I’m getting ready for my first day of school tomorrow or something. Hmm. Maybe I took it too far with the socks. “Conflicted haha. They’ve been made hot but in the end we’re fetishizing young girls..” he answers. I roll my eyes and respond “Don’t think about it so much 😉” The next day he texts me, “So what was this school girl outfit thing about…” Knew it. I just send him a [picture]( of me wearing it. “Fuck.” And then: “I need to fuck you in that.” We’re supposed to go out for drinks the coming Sunday. Our relationship is mainly sex, but we always go out for a meal or drinks beforehand. It’s kind of like forced foreplay, makes us slow down and sit with each other for a couple hours before tearing our clothes off. I smooth the skirt over my hips. I turn in the mirror, the pleats swell around and over my
The whole day I was not left feeling anxious. During classes, I cautiously glanced at Olga, but she did not pay any attention to me. She never humiliated me, didn’t tease me, she didn’t even honor my outcast friends Galina and Masha with her attention. One could rejoice, but the feeling that she was up to something did not leave me. Moreover, the last lesson for today was a visit to the pool. Every time I went to the locker room door, my knees gave way. In this place, I experienced so many humiliations that the very thought of this dressing room caused a feeling of anxiety in my heart and trembling in my knees. My friends and I always came to the locker room as late as possible in the hope that Olga had already changed and left. Taking a deep breath, I pushed the door open. It was almost empty inside, several of our classmates were finishing changing clothes, Olga was not there. We quickly went in and started getting dressed. The last girls gave us contemptuous glances, went out in
A quick little post here! I finally had the house all to myself for the first time since having my baby. I draw myself a bubble bath, breast pump and put on a little bath robe. It’s an incredibly hot day and it’s a million degrees inside so I grab my womanizer and head outside. It’s sunny but I can feel the wind in all the right places. My yard is fairly isolated, there is only one house with a view from their second floor. It’s the middle of the day in the middle of the week and there is no car in the driveway, I am all by myself for sure. I lay down in my lounge chair, spread my legs and gently tease myself with the edge of my toy. I haven’t cum in over a month, I am soaking wet already. I slowly put it in and start it on the lowest level. It doesn’t take long before I am moaning harder and harder, but I am holding my orgasm in… I look down and my breast are leaking, it usually annoys the shit out of me, but at that point I dont care. I open up my robe exposing my massive milky fil
My friend told me a week ago that he broke up with his girlfriend. I was shocked because from the outside it seemed to be going so well, all these previous ideas about their relationship fell away as he showed me the break up texts. Her biggest issue was the lack of sexual and emotional attention from him recently and mentions of size "issues". Only a glance gave me all the information i needed to know what I was going to do, give her a real good fuck. I knew her for a while before my friend and her dated. We used to make music together and send playful jokes to each other. I forgot all about her until the breakup, almost two years later. I still had her contact and asked her how she was, what followed was casual banter finally leading to her offering to come over and help me with some school work. The day came and she was looking stunning. tight fitting Jean shorts gripped her well defined ass and her long legs drew my eyes gaze as she walked through the passage into my room. We sa
I’d had a long day working and wanted nothing more than to get changed have a bath and chill out with a few beers. It was Friday and I had really needed to chillout. I pulled up to the house and noticed Karen’s mams car was parked next to hers. This wasn’t expected, nor was I in a position to entertain but I parked the car, switched off the engine and readied myself. I never had anything against Susan, my MIL, but she never truly accepted me as her daughters other half. At least that’s how it seemed, all my effort of trying to be nice and accommodating had resulted in no movement from her end. When I say her end she had recently divorced from her second husband and moved onto a boyfriend called Bryan. Karen’s father had passed away years ago and Susan remarried. Well now she was on her own again, maybe she has a problem with men? I walked in the door and I was greeted with my wife and MIL, a bottle into discussing something, it was a heated chat and they were both very matter of fac
Obviously this was several years ago when I still lived at home. The lady next door was such an unbelievable bitch, and she fucking hated me. She was one of those religious assholes who have a problem with everything you do. Anyway one summer I spent a lot of time sun bathing in my backyard, not nude or anything, just in bikinis. She complained to my parents everytime, saying I was indecent and a distraction for her son and her husband. Which is hilarious honestly, to come admit that your own husband is checking out other women, but whatever lmao. Eventually my parents got so annoyed with her complaining that they asked me to stop. I was understandably pissed off, and decided the smug bitch needed to be taught a lesson. So everytime I saw her husband, I hit on him, blatantly, sometimes even in front of her. I was always saying how good he looked, how I had a thing for older men, I always wore tight clothes and low cut tops and made a show of it. It took a long time to wear him down
okay so this happened a few months back and I still laugh about how it turned out I had been seeing this guy, let's call him Ryan, for about a month. total sweetheart, a little nerdy, the type who had strong opinions about video games and made playlists for every occasion. we were still pretty new and figuring each other out. one saturday morning he came over while my parents were out. or so I thought. we were in my room with the door cracked because that's just the rule in my house, religious family, you know how it is. we were messing around slowly, keeping quiet, being careful. then the power went out. I went to check on things and realized my mom's car was gone and my dad was outside doing yard work. we had the house to ourselves basically. I went back to my room, shut the door, and we didn't waste any more time. he went down on me and I was genuinely not prepared for how good it was. he was doing this thing with his tongue, tracing patterns, taking his time, and I was trying
It’s been a while since I posted the story that leads up to this but this is a continuation of the story of my, then wife’s best friend. TLDR: my ex wife, Tori, liked to show off my dick to her friends, her friend, Diana, came to visit and we had some fun as a group. This story takes place the following morning. The following morning I woke up and got out of bed to try and get my day started. I lean over and kiss Tori, tell her how amazing last night was and ask if she wants any coffee. She grumbles a yes and requests some excedrin as well. I throw on some sweats and tshirt and head to the kitchen. I return with some coffee and meds for Tori. She thanks me and asks if Diana is up. I say I had not heard from her yet. Tori tells me to go check on her and take her some coffee. As I am walking out, Tori says, “make sure you get her whatever she needs.” I don't think much of this comment assuming she means coffee, water, meds etc. I make another cup of coffee and head downstairs to chec
Redditor Recognized Me On a Cruise Last month I was on an MSC cruise with my hubby. We had a Yacht Club cabin. (Btw, it is amazing!) We always try to make some naughty videos and pics when we travel. So on the second day, we went out to the Yacht Club pool early. No one was around so we went one of the hot tubs that was empty and got a few naughty pics. Tits, pussy—you know the drill. We were laying on a lounger by the pool and hubby posted the pics because we were doing a series. Day 1, Day2, etc. Within a couple of minutes I get a DM on Reddit asking me if I was on the ship, at the pool. A few DMs back and forth confirmed the Redditor and I were on the same ship at the same pool and he definitely recognized me. He knew what bikini I was wearing and what I was drinking, etc. Now, I still had no idea who this guy was. I was concerned because 1. He might be a creep; and 2. I was not advertising my online activities! I’ve never had a fan recognize me IRL before. I mean what a
So , I got invited out for a girls night for dinner and some drinks at a nice local restaurant/bar. Told my husband we were going out and I would be back a little late but nothing to crazy as we were not going to the club or anyhting. We all got to the restaurant and sat at a high table around the bar , it was summer time and I was wearing a yellow flower dress with no panties on under as I don't ever wear panties . This goes back a long time but I just find them very uncomfortable. So anyways as we were sitting there my friend notices a guy over at another table she thinks she knows and walks over and they talk for a bit and when she comes back she's like he likes you . Not 2 min later he comes over and stands next to me at my high chair and instantly pulls his dick out and says "I wanted to show you what you do to me" then slaps the biggest dick on I had ever seen onto my knee . I was shocked but it looked so good I just started rubbing it and looked up at him and said " you should
My mother-in-law arrived at our apartment and I could tell that my wife felt something was off because I was being quiet and was probably acting like I was nervous. Unlike before, my mother-in-law didn't hug me and only gave me a quick 'hello'. I suggested my wife's favorite restaurant for dinner, which seemed to help to lighten the mood somewhat. When the food arrived, the two of them talked like usual and I ate in silence, waiting for the bomb to drop. When we were finishing up and nothing had happened, I was starting to think that she had changed her mind and wasn't going to say anything at all, but all of a sudden my mother-in-law said something to my wife in French and I could tell it was more serious from the tone. My wife looked over at me and said, "Oh, my mom says she wants to talk to me alone. Would it be okay?" I was at the kitchen sink washing my hands, and I answered, "Sure, I'll go for a ride. Text me when you want me back." Honestly, it was a relief that I wasn't g
A few years ago me (25) and my girlfriend Stephanie (24) had some friends get married in another city. It was close enough to drive, which was lucky because we were broke. It wasn't close enough to drive back that night, which was also lucky, but seemed unlucky at the time. The bride was one of Stephanie's friends, so most of the people we knew were other women in their friend group. To save money Steph asked me if I would be willing to share a hotel room with some of them, so I said yes and didn't think anything else about it until we checked in for the weekend. We happened to arrive at the same time as the others, so standing at the check-in counter was where I found out that we were sharing a room with two queen beds with four other women. Apparently no one else's boyfriends had wanted to come. Maybe this sounds hot, but at the time I was annoyed. Having to have a third person in the bed was a virtual guarantee that I would be on the outside with Stephanie in the middle, with no
A couple years ago, I used to room with a friend of mine named Jessica. Jessica and I couldn’t have been more opposite when it came to going out. She loved it, I hated it. I was more of a stay at home type of guy and spent my free time playing video games. By no means was I a hermit but I just didn’t enjoy going to loud places to drink and dance with a bunch of random people. On this particular night it was no different. Jessica had gone out with 3 of her friends and informed me there was a good chance she stayed over at a friends house. Jessica had a very flirty personality and often gave guys the wrong impression so I never took her flirtatious comments too serious. She would walk around our apartment constantly in her panties socks and bras. Today was no different as she was scrambling to get ready. She tried on 3 different outfits and asked me which one she looked the best in. I told her the all black dress and she replied with “would you fuck me in this” we both laughed and I answ
cant believe im back here posting a part 2 already but after that **first time jerking off my friend with the broken arm it was all i could think about nonstop. his thick veiny cock throbbing in my hand and all that built up cum shooting out** because of me left me soaked for days. heres pt1: \--- so for the next couple days i kept replaying it every night touching myself imagining more and yeah i couldnt stop thinking about his dick even when we hung out like normal friends watching movies or whatever. my eyes would drift down to his shorts remembering how hard he got just from talking about it. a few days later his arm was still in that heavy cast and he was resting on the couch complaining about how bored and frustrated he felt so i sat next to him my pussy already getting wet just from being close. i told him straight up that i had been thinking about his cock constantly and wanted to help him out again. he looked surprised but that bulge started growing right awa
I came all over my sister-in-law in a private steam room while our spouses were gone. And the worst part is, I still catch myself arguing the technicalities. We didn’t have sex. We didn’t kiss. She never touched my cock. I never touched her pussy. Technically. Which is a stupid fucking word when you’re talking about your brother-in-law’s wife standing naked in front of you with your cum on her stomach. This happened last Christmas in Koh Samui, Thailand. I’m married. She’s married. I love my wife. I’m not going to pretend it was an accident. My wife is Korean, from LA. We’ve been married three years. I get along with most of her family, but her younger brother Adam has always annoyed me. Younger, richer, louder – the type who turns every conversation into a contest. His wife Melissa was a lot. 29, half-Korean, half-Australian, tall with long dark hair, smooth olive skin, and a yoga body she knew exactly how to use. She has over 100k IG
I was twenty years old, and it was summer break, but when Mom opened the door, I knew right away I was in trouble. Mom’s best friend Tori stepped inside, her arms overloaded with designer luggage, and her massive ass stretching the limits of a white sundress that looked painted on. Tori’s hips moved like she had their own planetary gravity; every step a slow-motion wobble of thick, tanned thigh and ass that put half my porn search history to shame. She wore wedge sandals and red toenails, and she didn’t so much walk as bounce and jiggle. “Sarah!” she squealed, and dropped her bags to throw her arms around my mom. The women collided, laughing and squeezing. Mom was beautiful, don’t get me wrong. She did yoga five days a week and never missed a 5K, but next to Tori, she looked like a swim coach next to a Sports Illustrated model. Tori bent at the waist to hug Mom, and I got a slow-motion, hi-def view of her sundress rising up her thighs, the thin cotton straining around an ass that lo
long story short, ive been getting hit up non stop on tinder ever since I made a new one at the start of the year. I've been unashamedly having as much fun when I can and trying my hardest to keep a self imposed rule to not rack up a huge body count by just accepting as many swipes as I can, but so far this year ive hooked up with 4 seperate men and kept them for decently long stretches as a fwb. The first of the 4 was my first time ever getting with a white guy and since then ive pretty much been hooked on how much attention ive been getting from white men and i swear they make the effort to go above and beyond with me in bed. I dont question it, I just enjoy it😂 Anyways to the actual story here. My current fling has been dicking me down at least once a week now. Sometimes if our schedules line up jusy right we can sneak in a 2nd. Hes very good with his tongue and hands and just this past Sunday, he did something that I think I will always want a man to do from now on🫠 we were on my
This evening takes place during the summer after my freshman year of college. This was the first time I found myself in a situation like it and I quickly discovered I love taking things that are not mine. I have removed all names, everything else is accurate to my memory except for a few conversational details. I (19M) was laying in bed late one night in my one bedroom apartment trying to sleep when my phone rings. No one calls me, especially this late. I immediately sit up and see who it is. I check their name but there isn’t one. Whoever is calling, I don’t have them in my contacts. I silence the call and lay back down, trying to sleep again. My phone rings again and I start to think it might actually be important. I pick up my phone again and answer with a sleepy, “Hello?” “Please help me,” in a trembling female voice is all I hear before whoever it is starts bawling. As you can imagine, hearing that randomly late at night freaked the hell out of me. I sat straight up in bed and
Night fell silently upon the house, shrouding the study in deep shadow. The candles had burned halfway, and in their flickering light, the Master's figure seemed carved from warm stone—he sat in the same chair, but now he held not a document but a thin glass goblet of dark wine. I entered precisely when he ordered me to appear—on the dot, having memorized my lesson. “Come here,” he said without turning around. I approached, knelt at his feet, and stood motionless, my hands clasped on my hips. I wore only the same cotton dress—at his command. The host placed his glass on the table and finally looked at me. His gaze slid over my face, neck, and chest, barely covered by the fabric. "Today you proved that you can wait," he began, his low voice sending shivers down my spine. "But true art isn't about freezing for an hour. It's about maintaining control when your body is screaming at you to stop. Are you ready for the test?" “Yes, Master,” I whispered, feeling