It was hard to concentrate on washing the breakfast dishes and cleaning the kitchen. Mister G was in one of his playful moods and couldn't seem to keep his hands off me. He massaged my shoulders and back and occasionally a hand would slip beneath the waistband of my shorts and claim possession of a buttock, squeezing and pinching it. Needless to say, I wou...
This story picks up where the "Sensitivity Training" stories left off, with the same character as narrator. Feel free to read those first, and don't forget to vote and leave some feedback. * Two weeks had passed since my eye opening day spent with the three men who used and abused me to turn me into their gay bitch. There had been no real contact from any...
Let me tell you about my Justin. I love him so much and dream of him constantly...let me start with how I met him. This was many years ago back in the days of Yahoo messenger, I had been talking to a woman in a BBw chat room and realized she didn't live too far away. We had the usual conversations and followed by more intimate ones. Nothing particularly kink...
My name is Steve Broughton but some people call me Stevie. Actually it's been a while since anyone has called me Stevie and I find that I miss it. I was married and have two teenage children. I have a good secure job that I keep at the sufferance of others. I work in an office where I am pretty much solely responsible for the day to day operations for the co...
So one day I'm just sitting in my apartment, bored and horny, reading some online personals. Most of them are totally pathetic and I'm having a hard time even maintaining an erection. I never really answer personals but sometimes they get me pretty excited and I end up with a damn good orgasm. On this particular day, however, they weren't even getting me har...
It was Friday and I had one job left before I could start my weekend. I didn't have much planned other than watching some of my favorite sissy porn and playing with a few of my larger dildos. Not too exciting, but it's how I spend most of my weekends when I don't have other plans. Today I wore my red lace panties under a pair of black break-away running pa...
When I was in my 20s, I worked regularly as a figure drawing model, mostly for colleges and private drawing groups. I had some yoga training and could be steady in poses for a long time. I was also completely comfortable being nude and being watched while I was nude - artists have told me that this is actually the most important thing for a model. I did this...
I was panting and straining and Grady was whispering to me, "Stay with it; you can take it. You are taking it. Doesn't that make you want to shoot higher than ever before?" He was crouched between my spread legs, holding one up and away from our bodies, my other leg running up his torso, the ankle hooked on his shoulder. His forehead was plastered to mine,...
We were on our third day of me having my way with Mark. So far, I had fucked his ass nine times, cumming inside him seven times, shooting my wad on his ass twice more. He had sucked my cock five times, swallowing the load each time and he had been allowed to cum five times. It was now three in the morning, I had gotten up to go take a leak and came back int...
Little old me had become the sex object for 7 big men. All of them alpha male types -- athletes and former athletes who could have had their pick of any woman and I'm their preferred cum dump. I still can hardly believe it! It started when I worked up the courage to go for what I wanted -- I'd found a reference to Jonas on a gay app (that I could barely ac...