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Boss made me his little whore for the night [Group]

I've mentioned to my boss multiple times about being in group sex and having people from other rooms watch. He's called bullshit on it several times and I told him to setup something. That's what he did Sunday.

He texts me on Sunday and wants to know if I got a couple of hours free that evening to 'prove myself' when I find out what it is, I agree and he comes to get me.

Leslie and Anne at the Lesbian Club [MFf] - BDSM

I liked Anne the first time Leslie introduced me. They are married now and I noticed quickly how different Leslie was with Anne than some of the other gf’s and flings like Diane. With Diane, Leslie was cruel, mean spirited and used my cock like a weapon. Anne came later. With Anne, Leslie dominated her, but treated her like a prize. I played with them much less often than I had with her and Diance and Leslie used my cock as a tool.

[MF] Me getting fucked in the kitchen [squirting]

It was around 1am on a Saturday night, when my boyfriend [24] and I [23] stumbled in the door from a night of drinking and laughing at a friends house. It was the typical, once a month, spur of the moment get together. Topics included music, sports, arguing over politics, more music, and as everyone increasingly feels the liquid courage in full swing, sex becomes the topic. Anything about it, really- preferences, positions, kinks, jokes, etc.

[M]ade my wi[F]e climax in a room filled with her friends and family. They had no idea. Was extraordinarily hot. Read all about it...

Summer 2012, we visited my wife's hometown, with our kids in tow. It had been a whirlwind few days of meeting friends and family, doing touristy things, and we'd had zero time for anything sexual besides some sneaky making out and groping when we had a few seconds to ourselves. She'd confessed that she really needed to get fucked ASAP. I agreed wholeheartedly, but the time and space eluded us.

That night at the bar, a letter to an old lover who has been snooping on me [MF]

I heard from a little bird that you found my profile recently. That you've been reading my stories. How close am I to your memories? How do you like the name I gave you? I bet you think I'm amused with myself calling you by her name. Your right.

I know why we never talk. The last two times. God. I had scars for over a year after the last time. But I thought maybe I'd try to think of some of our happier times. I wanted you to know that I don't just remember the hate and cruelty.

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