The guest and master were both wearing bathrobes when I met them upstairs. They made me serve them drinks and sit between them on the coach. My master made sure to grope my ass as I sat down. He wanted to see that I was dutifully wearing my butt plug. He also reattached my tit clamps.
I slowly lowered my body until my face hovered over Greg's pelvis in a sixty-nine position. Greg was softly teasing the end of my cock, while Alison fingered herself on the chair. Nervously I extended my tongue until it made contact with Greg's penis.
"Fuck me, Dave, please, hard," she pleaded. Greg held her head, as I fucked her, fondling her tits from behind her. She moved her head up and down on Greg's cock, licking all over the head, coating it with her saliva.
My master let me out of my cell this morning to fuck me senseless before he left for work. Today, however, he added two new things to his list in addition to the house chores, workout, and sex training. He told me to log onto his computer in the office and write down my deepest feelings and desires about being possessed as a sexual sub slut boy.
Prior to meeting my ex I had the good fortune to have a few truly wild, albeit kinky, experiences. My resolution, shake it up, be wild, have fun. For about a month I had already started that cycle with a few select internet hook-ups that proved to be mind-blowing.
We were definitely on the same wave length. He got up and started to prepare the room. I almost came when he got out a ladder and began to put chains in strategically placed hooks in the ceiling. Together we hung his well-made heavy leather sling. "I'm not freaking you out am I?" he asked.
My name is Jake Mitchell. I have been given a writing assignment by my master. He has recently acquired me as his devoted trainee. By writing down my encounters and fantasies, he keeps track of my sexual and physical desires as a way of controlling me and training me to be his boy.
Synopsis: Local weathergirl Shannon Stevens is being blackmailed by someone who knows of her past.She comes to the firm for help. Will she give in or fight back? Ben begins to struggle with his identity.
SynopsisThe Fem Firm is a law firm completely made up of pre-op transsexuals. Ben, in this part applies for a job there. This is the first part of an episodic series of stories.
An adult college student who evidently turns in erotic assignments to his teacher, he's finally called up to answer for it, by his secret crush: the Professor himself.
I am Nicholas, a 32-year-old university tennis coach. I recruit Luke, a 19-yer-old recent high school singles state champion and young newly wed, to join my college team. On the fourth night of the beginning of the academic year, I wind up in bed with the recently married young stud.
Common real estate lore has it that in finding a house for a buyer the most important attributes are location, location and location, The same might be said for the lucky narrator of this story in finding sex.
Three days after my 18th birthday, my parents and I traveled from our home in South Carolina to our friends farm in Tennessee. On the second day of our visit, the farm family's 20-year-old gorgeous son asked me if I would like to help him feed the horses stabled in the barn. This is where I, as a young stud, lost my virginity.
United States Marine Sergeant Robert A. Whitson and I would begin rehabilitating him physically and mentally as he learns that the roadside bomb in Afghanistan took only his feet. He is still every bit the man he was prior to his injury. This is our story.