A Better Man Than I

MARIA Maria sat on her bed, staring off into the distance. Her arms and chest still stung from all the scrubbing she did, scrubbing off the clumps of semen sprayed on her by Shekar and his friends. She now had the smell of lavender about her, but that did not help forget what happened. What really happened up there? She wondered. The more she thought of it, the more she felt aroused. The men left some while ago. Maria heard their laughs and taunts from the confines of her room, which she had not left for the past four hours. She had become a prisoner in her own home. Some modicum of relief came to her with the return of her husband. He had turned a blind eye to Shekar's actions in the past, but he certainly wouldn't do the same now. Would he? Maria locked the door and made her husband sit on the bed. "Ichaya, there's something I have to tell you... about Shekar," she said in a hushed tone. "God. Not again with this Shekar business," Jude said with tire

My folks got divorced when I was 19 - they were both at fault, really. Dad was a run-around, mom was a bit of a - well, let's be honest, she was kind of bitchy. From about the age of 12, I had realized that they were a bad couple, a mismatch, and I got a lot of heat from them both when I dared to voice that opinion to an uncle at a family reunion. I suppose it embarrassed them for me to say that, but it embarrassed me to be out at dinner and watch my mom start bitching at my dad because he let his eyes linger on the waitress for too long. They were better off apart, is my point. I knew it, my younger brother knew it, the entire family knew it. They had only gotten married because my dad, 21 at the time, wanted to hook up with his 17-year old neighbor. And honestly, I can't blame him - I've seen pictures of my mom when she was a teenager, and she was pretty hot. Not 'holy crap I have an instant hard-on' hot, but definitely a looker. I never really thought of her th

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Lucy sat nervously in the corner seat, she could not believe she was here. It had been a little over two months since the massage, that day when her whole world was changed. She had spent the night in a rage, working out what she would get devoicing Stuart, the video of him and Caroline alone would be enough. She was preparing to rubbish Caroline to their friends, tell them all about the sordid behaviour that she got up to. But after a night's sleep she woke with much of the rage gone, she had dreamt of Hiro fucking her, and it was not an unpleasant dream. In the dream she had been committed to losing her anal cherry with him, wanted him. That dream and his feeling from the night before did not sit right together, she decided to take a couple of days and think. After about three days Lucy had accepted that she was not the repressed proper housewife that she thought, at least not sexually, there had been too many things about that day that she liked, but she was also sure she was

As a divorced woman in her 40's, I knew I would have to be proactive to find men. I had maintained a better than the average figure, am 5'8", and my best asset is my breasts. I enjoy displaying them when possible and have found men attracted to me merely because of their size. After my divorce, I had several of the husbands of mutual friends approach me seeking sex. I turned all of them down. Their wives supported me in the bad times, and I wasn't going to let my sexual wants ruin our friendships. I dated a few men, had sex with all of them but found them lacking in what I wanted. I ended each of the relationships myself. Through a period of trial and error, I have the developed what I feel is my best approach to find my sexual pleasure. I hope you find my method works for you. Good luck. I started frequenting lounges and bars in various hotels in my city. I would go in after work, during "Happy Hour' and sit at the bar to scoop out the possibilities. Most m

This took place back in August (2020) Much has happened in the last month, but I will do my best to condense it as much as possible. This shared experience will focus more on what it was like as my first time with two guys. Over the last month, Jay has had me over 2-3 times a week for training. As you already know, my training sessions have consisted of long showers, varying in temperature, based on how I do with not using my hands. On top of that, there are constant anal poundings, a2m, and throat training. Jay also ensures to use me as a self-flushing urinal inside and outside the shower, now. There have also been a few times where Jay has taken me on some car rides, and I've had the pleasure of giving road-head. I've actually had the pleasure of giving road-head to one other person, but again, I will explain all of that in another post. About three weeks ago when Jay mentioned something about one of his friends coming over to participate. We will call this friend, Will. I

Thank you so much for the warm response to my writing. Please continue to comment, I appreciate all comments and suggestions. I will continue to write as long as you want to hear more. Ch. 4 I worshipped his cock as it deserved, hungry to feel him in my mouth, desperate for his cum. Maybe I did need to realize and accept what was happening, maybe he was right, he has been right about so many things. I will discuss this with him after I swallow his creamy cum. I focused my attention back on his cock, so ready to please him, to be given the cum I desperately wanted. I was sucking with everything I had and he was thrusting into my hungry mouth. I felt him start to harden and knew my reward was close. I locked my lips around his hard, stiff shaft and prepared myself. As he filled my mouth with his cum I remember a feeling of pure pleasure as I swallowed greedily. When he finished he looked down and said, "You know what to do faggot, clean it up." I lovingly did as I was told. L

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After humiliating her step-dad two different times Mandy was already feeling very much in control of him. Things seem to be progressing towards her ultimate desire of making him the sissy that he fantasized being. From the pictures and messages her step-dad posted on his photo sharing website Mandy knew of his fantasies for being dominated. He specifically wanted to be made to suck cock and have his butt fucked while dressed as a sissy in bra and panties. It had been two weeks since Mandy had discovered her step-dad's secret. She had already made him her sissy slave and she was ready to continue towards turning him into a sissy who sucks cock. Mandy met with two of her gay friends and told them what she wanted to do. She hoped they might know someone who would be willing to dominate her step-dad. At the very least she hoped they could give suggestions on how she should go about finding someone. Mandy's friends were confident they could help her. From what she knew of her step