“Excuse me.”Joshua Melrose turned anxiously to see the owners of the timid voice. He was fairly sure it was but a dominant, but he wasn't certain. He couldn't breathe deeply until he turned and saw who was speaking to him.The person was small, much smaller than his six feet, with cotton-candy pink hair cut in a pixie cut. They had an ornate leather and silver collar around their neck, and cuffs in a similar style on their wrists.But even without the accessories, Joshua could tell in a heartbeat that the person speaking to him was a sub. Practically anyone would have been able to tell. It was clear from the way they kept their eyes on the ground when they spoke to him and from the timid tone in their voice.Joshua had read that they were members of the community who only submitted sexually, and others for whom being a sub was part of their identity. Josh could tell immediately that this was part of the latter. He couldn't tell at first glance in the dim-lit corner of Twilight, the
When he was done she placed the glass back on the bar, and nodded to the bartender.Josh started to turn around to pay for the drink, but she said sharply, “It's handled, come.”She moved off and Josh found himself following her, drawn towards her like a moth to a candle flame.The booth she occupied, despite being in the center of the club, looked exclusive. It was wide, with luxurious furniture in dark times covered in a rich velvet. Josh stopped at the entrance, uncertain. Three subs knelt on pillows at different corners of the booths. Another one sat across a Sybian saddle, legs restrained by cuffs. His head was thrown back in ecstasy, his eyes tightly shut. Sweat glinted off his chest and dripped down his arms, as his whole body vibrated.“Come in pet,” she said, stepping between her kneeling submissive. “And watch your step. This place is a little crowded.”She went over to the kneeling sub and bent over him, whispering into his ear. Josh watched, mesmerized. “Have you been g
“Please Mistress, please touch me.” If someone had told Josh a few weeks ago that he'd be saying these words on his birthday eve, he'd have called them all liars. What had started as a stupid dare just a few days ago had led to him being on his knees, begging a woman to drill a vibrator into his ass to touch him, just a little, so he could cum.“Now Joshua, I'm sure you can do better than that. I can't hear the desperation yet.”She brushed the vibrator lightly against his prostate and he moaned and pushed back, temporarily forgetting the instructions she'd given him.She pulled it out and smacked his already red and tender ass cheeks hard with her whip. She meant it to hurt, and it did. They'd been at this for slightly more than half an hour, and Josh felt he'd already reached his limit. And yet this night had uncovered parts of him he never knew existed.Mistress Sabine slid the vibrator back into him with agonizing slowness. Then she leaned over him from behind, her other hand tr
He wasn't sure how he'd managed to hold off his orgasm for so long, even as his balls were tight and his cock was the hardest it had ever been in his life. He drummed his fingers against the floor, focusing on the pattern his fingers made. His breathing evened and his balls stopped being so tight. Sabine noticed and smiled.“Good boy,” she murmured against his lips. “You're learning control. But I think I've strung you out for long enough.”She leaned over him, then wrapped her hands around his neck and squeezed. His blood and breath were cut off, and Joshua's mind ceased to function.“Cum for me.”Josh heard the words as if they were spoken from far away. He saw a wall of pleasure slam into him. The sensation was almost painful in its pleasure as he came, her rippling walls drawing spurt after spurt of cum from him. He gasped, hands scrabbling on the hardwood floor as he felt himself near unconsciousness. Something black started to creep into the solid wall of white that was his vi
Looking back on a particular and special summer of my youth... I fondly remember the summer where I found sex. Even though I’m 32 now, married with a fantastic career in banking and two magnificent kids, my mind still wanders back to the six weeks between the end of year exams and visiting University.As a kid I’d always been considered chubby and was horrified when my breasts appeared before my twelfth birthday; I subsequently spent another six years covering up and concealing them beneath large baggy clothing so I wouldn’t draw any attention from at college. I barely ever socialized for five or six years at age twelve besides having a little group of other children who’d been in my Maths and Science classes at college. I was what you'd likely now call a geek.I took after my Dad who's a really successful accountant but dull as Hell; unlike my mom who’d been attractive and conducted her own hairdressing salon and was the life and soul of this party with a great deal of friends. Da
I met with the women from the Crown close to the salon at the specified time. I was wearing a lotion merino wrap over apparel that Gemma had indicated ‘it emphasized my hourglass figure'. I thought about how my breasts could drop out at any moment and my arse actually did 'look large inside', since the cloth clung to me like another skin and my brand new non- wired bra provided no support whatsoever and left my extra big breasts wobble. I teetered on the high heels I had bought that day as well.Gemma's friends were dressed as tardy as my best buddy with shorts that barely covered their backsides or hipster jeans which showed off their knickers whenever they walked. Their shirts were quite revealing and they had so much make up on it seemed like war paint. My brand new outfit fitted in perfectly. We had a few drinks in the Crown and got taxis to the centre of town. I had a wonderful time using a never-ending series of men buying me drinks and trying to talk, but Gemma maintained a
"You don’t understand what a titty-fuck is, do you?" He cackled as he squeezed my boob again. "That’s when I stick my penis between those whoppers and you jiggle them till I cum."He scratched my nipple with his fingernail which made it become really stiff and apparent. My eyes almost popped out from my mind at the notion. "Are you really going to provide me a titty-fuck?" Si asked with a twinkle in his eye. I nodded furiously and pulled Grant farther into my bosom. From the time the cab arrived at the apartment, Gemma was straddling No- neck and swiveled about. From what I could see she was massaging her crotch against his penis so quickly that I half-expected to see smoke.Since Si opened the door into the apartment, Grant cared for me and started kissing me. I was taken aback, but immediately responded by sticking my tongue into his mouth and twisting it about his. The big fella caught my butt with both hands as we snogged about and started shaking my booty because he pushed his
I was thoroughly enjoying what Grant was performing at the opposite end, particularly when he pushed my thigh farther back with his shoulder, then wiggled his fingers deep into my soaking pussy. My motion dislodged Simon because he squeezed the last drops of cum on my titties. He dropped slightly forward and I almost had a mouth filled with a trembling cock.This was not how I’d anticipated my initial experience of penis sucking to be. I lay motionless as he moved his hips so that his cock fucked my mouth. He started cackling with enthusiasm once I held my head and his wilting shaft filled my mouth before his hairy balls rested on my chin.He couldn’t hold the position for long and ended up yanking himself off the couch and scratching his penis across my head. I had a couple of moments to get myself together when Grant stood up and grabbed my legs in one swift motion. The second I knew it, Simon's chilly spunk was running on my breasts and on my throat as I felt something being put