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BDSM Porn Stories Page 188
I was ten years old and in the last year of primary school. We were making puppet heads using plasticine and I had just been warned by Mister G about rolling the clay on my desk.
I wasn't... I thought. I didn't understand what he meant, but I was about to!
‘Out to the front, Big Nose!’
'What? Did he mean me?'
He did.
My testicles tingled as they involuntarily constricted with the fear.
I strode out to the front trying to conceal my apprehension as best I could. I felt the eyes of the rest of the mixed class upon me.
Mister G picked up the slipper in his r... Continue»
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A few years ago I used to subscribe intermittently to a fetish magazine called Axis. I expect a few people will have heard of it or even been members. It was, I think, a non-commercial enterprise. Sadly, due to the ill health of the founders, it folded a couple of years ago... but not before I’d had some ‘fun’ through it!
The first encounter I had through it was with Mistress V, a lifestyle Domme – I shall devote a web log to that in due course.
But, it’s The Worm I want to tell you about today.
I can’t remember the actual content of the ad I placed but I... Continue»
About eight or nine years ago Lynn and I were on the beach. It was a fairly secluded spot - we were the only ones there – and the time was about half five on a sunny August day.
I was ready to go home but Lynn fancied a swim first - she wanted to make the most of what was left of the weekend.
‘I'll nip off now and start preparing tea... by the time you get back it'll be on the table.’ I suggested.
‘Fine.’ she responded.
She stood up and slipped off her shorts - she was already topless. I studied her superb naked body as she waded out into the surf. T... Continue»
I received a phone call yesterday - it was from Susan. Susan is the wife of The Miscreant.
‘Hi Susan, nice to hear from you, how's things?’
‘Hi Jules, I take it you are okay... but this isn't a social call. I know that you correct females on a regular basis but I was wondering if you could correct my husband again. Just recently he's slipped into bad habits: he's become lazy, slovenly and started flirting with other women. I work long and hard to keep the home together and he's just... beginning to take the piss!’
‘He's basically a... Continue»
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Justin threw himself into bed - he felt elated. He'd just walked Linda home. Linda was blond, pretty and from Liverpool. He adored her accent, her scent... everything about her. His mate was wrong, well wrong: she wasn't spiteful. He was just jealous.
He'd snogged her - she'd tasted as sweet as she looked - in one of the shelters along the seafront. He'd fumbled around and played with her pert nipples. She in turn had put her hand over his cords to feel his erection.
He hadn't been this happy since before his father had died. He wanted to masturbate but felt it ... Continue»
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I had just avoided a slippering from the green track-suited, stocky and powerfully built, sandy complexioned, Mister Butcher the P.E. teacher, when the internal phone buzzed...
October 1973: I was just sixteen years of age.
My name: Jules Black.
‘Butch’, as he was more commonly known, marched over and with barely concealed irritation, picked up the receiver.
‘Sports hall, Mister Butcher speaking... yes, he is... right you are!’
The sports master turned and then barked at me in his strong Yorkshire accent: ‘Black! Get yourself down the Headmaster’s offic... Continue»
My name is Frances and I’m recently retired. My lover and long time partner, Mary, tragically passed away last year – I miss her so much.
I have found with grief that you don’t just mourn for the person you have lost, you kind of mourn for the whole world – it’s so difficult to encapsulate an emotion in words.
Nearly three decades ago I was witness to an incident that changed something inside of me – irrevocably: Friday, 14th March 1980… my birthday: thirty three.
I was a secretary at a high school on the South Coast and it was coming up to five o&... Continue»
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I was transfixed, cornered by a pair off accurately aimed emerald coloured laser beams.
Well, that’s how I recall it when I first caught her gazing at me.
It was a Friday, late June, 1980. There I was at Bogart’s Disco: hot, smoky, crowded and very loud – what on earth drew me to places like this?
Pulling women… that’s what. Mind you, back then I was pretty successful – I fancied myself a wolf!
She was leaning provocatively, in a relaxed manner, against a pillar and supping casually from a glass.
I meandered over, checking my reflection briefly in the ... Continue»
She holds herself erect, perhaps defiant. I have summoned her.
Her curly chestnut hair tumbles onto her shoulders and frames a round face. Her eyes are large and blue, her nose small and turned up; her nostrils perhaps a little too flared. Her mouth appears tight, compressed, when closed and thin pink lips trace round it.
She is no taller than five four and of slim frame – I know she is s*******n.
She is wearing a sleeveless starched white shirt and her top two buttons are undone.
I glimpse and savour the white flesh of her neck – the V of her upper chest. She is bra-less and h... Continue»
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‘You wouldn't be able to take a real caning… you're all talk!’ Leanne, my wife snorts derisively.
We are in the lounge of my late Mother's house and it is rather warm… I have a feeling that it is about to get somewhat warmer for me in the near future.
I am three years older than Leanne, she is just twenty nine, but there is no doubt as to who is the senior partner in our relationship.
‘You think I'm a wimp don't you… okay…if I CAN'T take four hard strokes of the cane I'll give you forty quid… a tenner f... Continue»
She was s*******n; I was nineteen. I had led her to the top bedroom of my Grandmother's house – the Victorian four bed roomed property I lived in along with my mother – because it was not necessary for anyone to hear what I was about to do.
Claudia was half Italian but wholly pretty with large dark brown eyes, doll like features and full curly raven hair that cascaded to the mid point of her back.
I had ordered her to strip and now she was totally naked in front of me - trembling slightly.
Her skin deeply tanned apart from the intimate areas covered by the bikini. Her tits ... Continue»
I’m just on the way round to see the Minger… it’ll be for the last time because once I’ve shagged her gross little body I’m going to dump her… naturally she doesn’t know that. In fact I’ve really been quite nice to her recently… well nice by my standards… built up her hopes that we will be ‘an item’, perhaps get married one day.
Me… married? That’s a facking laugh… show me a ‘happily’ married man and I’ll show you a facking loser… and I’ll tell you why he’s a fa... Continue»
She's a minger and she knows it: forty with a wonky eye, overweight and with an abundance of moles on her arms… and a large one on her stomach. Her personal hygiene leaves a little to be desired too but… she has big tits and nipples though.
She absolutely adores me…
The thing is I just don't give a damn about her: she is just a sexual object to me like the majority of my women… and I have had loads, facking loads.
On the plus side, she is a tad kinky – it's the only thing the ugly bitch has going for her.
It's Wednesday and my day off &... Continue»
Master is pleased that His slut has been blogging and posting comments but He thinks that perhaps the post have been a little too tame. Master says that from what he sees alot of the people on xhamster are freaky perverts and if this blog is to gain a readership it's going to have to be dirtier. So here goes. Blog posting day 5 on xhamster, wherein the slut does anal.
When the relationship first moved from normal lovers to Master and sub, the whole topic was thoroughly discussed and the rules agreed to. From henceforth there would be no "him" and "her", rather only ... Continue»
A few months ago someone posted a story called "Some blow jobs I have known, a recollection" listing some of the more memorable blowjobs he had received. I enjoyed it so much that I'm stealing the idea and publishing my own recollection of oral pleasures, here are four memorable women (in no particular order):
1) An older woman. She liked to suck me off in her car. She'd pull over on the side of some little-used dirt road and suck me to completion and swallow. We did it a few times in a parking garage where we nearly got caught. One time late at night while she was drivi... Continue»
Chapter 4
That night she dreamed of having a master who was having sex with her. She woke up several times only to realize that it was a dream. It was peculiar, however, that she felt a certain feeling in her vagina. She wondered if perhaps she hadn't been masturbating in her sl**p as she had seen in the illustrations in the book. When she got to that section she tried what was shown and decided that she could do it if asked but that it didn't feel good as the book indicated.
The next morning she awoke late. She could tell from the ambient light outside of the stable. As soon ... Continue»
As it happened, Deb and I had been dating on & off for a few months. Mutual friends had introduced us. She was clearly out of my league, quite attractive, came from a well-to-do f****y, and somewhat 'proper'. Nevertheless, we had a connection of sorts.
One evening after a movie, she was going through my small library and pulled out my rare copy of Story of 'O'. "What's this"? she asked. I suggested she read it & find out. When she left, she took it with her.
Two weeks later, we were out for dinner. "About that book", she said, "is th... Continue»
“Suck hard bitch!”
I tried to do as he said, but it was hard when he was fucking my face so hard that I couldn’t get it together.
“You Slut! Suck harder!” he screamed at me.
I relaxed and pressed down on his shaft sucking in as he pulled out.
“Oh yeah! That’s more like it, I knew you could do it you slut.”
I kept on doing this as my mind drifted away. How did I end up like this? Just minutes ago I was driving down the interstate, music blaring, trying my best not to fall asl**p. If it hadn’t been for the blue lights I wo... Continue»
Fiction with a base in truth
Day Dreaming
I lean against the wall, ankles crossed and hands shoved deep in my jeans pockets.
My short cropped auburn hair shines softly in the light as I take one hand and run it through the soft tresses. I've found of late that I need to fuck, but since I have no partner I often end up just pacing the room day dreaming of fucking.
Just these thoughts draw my nipples tight under the cotton of my t-shirt and with a soft laugh I run a palm over first one and then the other before shoving the hand back in my pocket.
I wander across the room flin... Continue»
My first submission was under the direction of my girlfriend at the time, Mistress June. Bold and adoring wife she headed dominated during the first part of leg in the air during which I was attached through the night, she decided when I was riding and when I ejaculate.Sewing up new practices she found it made me suffer (prostate massage, spanking, strapon, a drink made of my sperm and urine, milking ...). All these practices gave him pleasure, so I was thrilled.One day she decided to go early with a method on long-term (4 months), this method was to jerk the subject with a time limit decrease... Continue»
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