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Dinner Invitation
So, I have been working at the restaurant for about 3 years, it was hard work trying to serve everyone and keep them happy, but tonight's shift would be good because Mr &Mrs Smythe-Brown had a booking. They were quite regular at the venue and always gave a great tip. I greeted them as usual and sat them at their favourite table. The evening went well, and they said they had a great night as always. When I gave them the bill, he paid it and gave me the usual £20 tip but also passed me a note. This I put away to read later after work. The night carried on and finally got finished around 2am I got home and sat relaxing before shower and bed when I remembered the note, I read it and could not believe it. They had invited me to their manor house for an evening meal and some light entertainment on the following Friday evening. Deciding to take time off work to attend I let them know I would be there. The night arrived and I promptly turn up at said time, upon ringing the bell I was greeted by Joanna their maid, a stunning beautiful girl of around 25, blond slim about 5'4 with gorgeous dark green eyes. I was led to the main dining room where I was met by Roger and Emma. Thanking them for the invitation. We sat and ate a nice meal all served by Joanna. It was a lovely meal which was finished off with a large brandy by a big log fire in the adjoining room. Whilst we were there, I notice this strange yet somehow beautiful piece of furniture in one corner. Seeing I was taken by it, Emma asked if I knew what it was. Looking at the dark burgundy leather and gold studding I was not quite sure. She then asked if I would like to try it out. Being inquisitive I replied yes. She took my arm and led me over to the piece of furniture and began to move things around. After 10mins it was all set she said and moved me forward to it. Not being sure of how or what it was I couldn't work out where or what to put where. I was guided into position and shown how to mount this strange object. Once I was knelt on it, it became clear that it was for some sort of sexual games. I began to panic thinking it was strange but before I could move Emma had strapped my legs in place and moved around to the front to pull my arms in place and lock them in. Wondering now what was about to happen. Roger then explained that it was a vintage fucking device that he had acquired some years earlier. I was now beginning to worry as I never thought about being fucked especially by a man. It was then that Roger said it was Emma's and he never used it. Now my heart began to pound, and I started to wonder what he meant. Suddenly from behind I was blindfolded. The room then went deathly quiet all I could hear was my heart racing. This seemed to last for hours when suddenly I could hear heels approaching. Wondering what was going to happen next. An exotic aroma filled the air and made my head swim. I felt hands on my legs, which were released one at a time and with swift and effortless ease my clothes removed, feeling totally vulnerable and slightly scared. Then I heard the sweetest voice by my ear saying it was time for my big tip. I realised that it was Emma stood near me. She smelt gorgeous and I was getting excited could feel my cock beginning to twitch into life. She must have noticed too because there was a sudden slap across my arse and told it was not my turn. Fingers began to caress my back and neck then slowly moved around to my now hard nipples, suddenly twisting and pinching them until rock hard. The feeling was intense not knowing where or what would be done next and only guessing it was just Emma there doing what she wanted. The pinching stopped and all was quiet again. My head spinning, heart racing and cock screaming for some attention. Suddenly from nowhere there was a mighty swoosh and an almost unbearable pain across my ass as the whip found its mark. Again, and again it hit home. The pleasure giving way to pain giving way to pleasure back and forth. I was beginning to realise that this was indeed going to be fun. The whipping stopped and cool hands drifted over my red-hot ass, slightly slapping and cupping my buttocks. Then just as quick as it started, it stopped. It was all quiet again, then I heard heels moving towards my head, no other sound. Then a kiss on the cheek another and another all around my face but never my lips. I knelt there trembling with excitement nervously waiting. Then I felt something brush against my lips back and forth teasing, tormenting then slowly pushed into my mouth. I was panicking now it felt like a rock hard cock pushing its way in. Did I resist it or let it in? Then there was the angelic voice of Emma informing me that it was her strap on and I was to suck it and worship it. I seemed strange but I got into the swing and was sucking it for ages. She seemed pleased with my efforts as there were little moans escaping from her. The strap on was removed and she walked around to my ass. Oh my god, she’s going to fuck me. I was panicking now what will it be like? Will it hurt? Trembling it felt like an age before I felt anything near me. Then there was a swift rub of something cool and then the sense of the strap on against my hole, slowly being pushed home. It was painful to start, but then I relaxed, and it slipped in right up to the hilt. A gasp flew from my lips, but Emma just stood there motionless. It appeared an age before she began to move in and out of me, slowly building up and up and up. It was all I could do not to come. The sensation intense yet exciting. I started to rock with the movement getting fucked was fun. Suddenly, there was a strap on at my lips pushing into my mouth. My god if she’s there then its Roger behind me. Wild angry thoughts began to fester. Being spit roast by this couple, was it wrong to enjoy it. My mind was racing do I go with it or try to stop it. As if my mind was being read, I heard Emma say to her partner to slow down. Oh my God it was Joanna behind me, now I'm living a dream. Two forceful women using me. Emma requested they swap places and it was only then that I realised Joanna was more than a gorgeous woman because I felt her hard cock slid into my mouth and started to head fuck me all the while cheering Emma on as she hammered my ass. I began to shake uncontrollably with the force of the fucking and before I knew what was happening, I came all over the leather. Within seconds, Joanna came in my mouth pumping her hot sweet cum down my throat. I was in heaven. I was totally worn out but excited and enthralled.
By Lucy Lilithian Brown6 years ago in Filthy
My Dominion
Everyone in our wide circle, knows who I am and where I live. They also know that I have a cellar in my house. Some of the circle have even been into my cellar. I am very select as to who goes down there. There must be chemistry, an air of intrigue, just to be invited to my house. You see, my cellar has been expertly transformed into a dungeon. I have cages, I have crosses, I have shackles, whips and chains, I even have a genuine Iron Maiden. That is for display purposes only but really does set the scene. On this one particular evening I had a beautiful young lady coming to visit. She had been before, and we had been experimenting on what we liked to do to each other. When she first came to me, she was so “vanilla”, but I wanted to bring out the wild side in her. She had arrived wearing her long dark overcoat, and I could not wait to find out what she had on underneath.
By Lucy Lilithian Brown6 years ago in Filthy
How Scott Got His Promotion
Today was no ordinary day for Scott Jenkins. He worked for the same company for ten years and knew that soon he would be getting a promotion and moving up in the company. Today was the day that he wore his best suit and tie and wore his new classy shoes to impress the bosses. He worked in a manufacturing company and he was already a supervisor over his department and could hardly control his enthusiasm about this promotion that had been circulating around work for about a week now.
By Brandi Payne6 years ago in Filthy
Making Heads or tails
I admired his sense of adventure. He was enigma!. A strange amalgam of contradiction, romance, attitude and volatility packaged in delicious manhood. And when he would get that look in his eye, I knew he was about to suggest some crazy shit, and I was helpless to resist.
By Cixtian Trybe6 years ago in Filthy
Swinging
I had gone to a swinger’s party when it was greedy girls’ night. On these occasions, women got in free. I had dragged my fuck buddy Sarah along as she head never been to one. I had introduced her to Frank who owed the barn and ran the events. He had always had a soft spot for me so as we were talking, I could see the bulge in his trousers twitching. I loved to tease men. They all had that 1 stereotypical view of greedy girls in that we wore our hair in pig tails and dressed like Daisy Duke.
By Lucy Lilithian Brown6 years ago in Filthy
Now or never
She couldn’t help herself. Over come with pure passion. Following every primal instinct. Finally able to let go , making one of the most independent adult women decision of her life. Constance sends the text.... and one more to a different phone number.. Lighting candles and putting on her favorite perfume , a sense of perfect warmth & wonder comes over her whole body while admiring her shifting curves dancing to soft music in a well placed full length mirror, showing off the reflection, standing in front of silky bedding. Staring out the window not wanting to seem anxious, quickly drawing the curtains back closed. Hoping this would be the night, that thing , every woman’s favorite secret. Anticipation tickled her lap. Everything was to be magical. This was a moment that had been planned for months , almost a full year. The day started early, thinking she better have time to get a nap in later. You see, sleep would not be on the menu tonight. First stop local cafe. Decided to have tea instead of coffee. Fruit rather than scone. Catching a few flirty glances on purpose and sending some back with confidence. Still keeping it light. Yoga at that new joint , all the ladies say there is a movie star looking , young limber instructor that likes to get close. Not usually into that- kind of creepy... but today, she wanted to be touched. Just enough to get the blood boiling. Contance would enjoyed every pose.. Anyway , wanted to show off a new yoga fit, proud of all the effort she has been putting in towards better health. And shit, may as well of poured herself into that brightly colored perfectly snuggled outfit. Today...Everyone could get a little peak. Her favorite song plays entering the nail salon for full mannie and peddie. This was her day. Enjoying the foot massage and day dreaming of the night to come. A jolt of electricity and comfort overcome every sense of her being. She ask for a cold towel before exiting the massage chair. Patting her face and neck on the way out the nail salon. Back on solid ground, warm sun and a slight breeze blows over her freshly painted toes. Feeling the rythem in her thighs as she twist just right to her very own soundtrack towards her favorite sidewalk bistro. A salad and lite glass of white wine. Then a long slow walk threw a naughty store, for just the right things. Shame was off the table tonight. Arriving home , she would straighten up first, shaking off the gitters and then enjoy a long shower and an even longer bath.. Then gracelessly obliging herself with the nap promised. Visions of hot wet slippery lust filled her thoughts. The vividness of her dreams awoke her with passion. Home alone for the weekend. Determine to explore any and all fantasies. A total unhinged experience that would forever be her favorite dirty little scene to call on anytime she needed. This would be hers. Rage and fury take over as contance flips threw the envelope filled with pictures of all the women she never knew had been in her bed. All those day trips to were ever , with her girls... Paid in full by what she thought was the perfect one.. She’d done everything right. Built a satisfying career, Kept a beautiful home, and was planning to raise a wonderful family some day with the one she loved. How could this be? “Why me “ she thought. With each picture her anger grew. Yet not to destroy all the hard work done over the years in creating her dream life. Determined no one would benefit from all that molding. And this fool was going to ruin it all! Not excepting defeat a plan was devised. This would give her all the peace required to tolerate a life with a broken heart. Everything was set, nothing left to do but wait and prepare for the earth to move. Tonight is the night. Just then a text chimes. Excitement takes over. Too much to even reach for the phone. Breathing heavily, she reaches for the phone. Then suddenly she stops and thinks to herself “ I am in charge tonight!” Gathering herself for a moment before checking the text. Then reading, “Hey there , how was your day?” Wanting to quickly return the text with every honest word in her soul, “I have only imagine a night with you, crossings paths in crowded halls. Feeling the kind of tension that could break steel cords.” Threw testing the waters! Soul screaming ! “lets make our wildest dreams come true!“ Yet keeping a bit of mystery, writes back “not much, just having a me day. “ Thinking to herself , “and soon to be a very me night.” A response chimes in “ Sounds like the best day ever. Hopefully we can top that together.” Not feeling the games she was getting ready to play. Constance sends one more text to two numbers “ see you just after midnight, text when your outside I will leave the door open for you.”
By Mr. Furthermoore 6 years ago in Filthy
Camping Trip
Noah and Jules were six days into their camping trip and starting to get bored. They spent the last couple days hiking, canoeing on the lake and cooking their meals by fire. Though they both loved camping and the great outdoors, they were both getting flustered and needed something new to do.
By Jo. Schmidt6 years ago in Filthy
Gym Time
I have been using the local gym for the past six months, I am getting near fifty and a bit podgy. I thought it was time to do something about it. I would go there around 2am when I knew it was quiet. Petra had been there every time I was and over the months, we had gone from the greeting nod to 10 - 15 min chats. She was 20 something, 5'6" and absolutely gorgeous. I was amazed that she needed to use the gym she was perfect. She had thighs that could crush walnuts. After my work out and the usual chat I made my way to the showers only to find them out of order. I decided I'd shower when I got home so I packed up and headed for my car. Outside I saw Zara stood by her car scratching her head. Going over I saw that some little toe rag had stolen her wheels. She told me she had called the police and they said they would be there some time tomorrow. Being a gentleman, I offered to drop her home which she thanked me for as she accepted. On the drive to hers she became very touchy feely making little rubs of my arms and leg as we chatted. We finally got to her house and I was offered a coffee. I politely declined the offer as I wanted to get home and shower. She looked a bit put out and offered the use of hers whilst she made the coffee. I decided to accept and made my way inside with her. She showed me to the shower then left me to it slapping my arse on the way out. I thought it was strange but guessed she was just being friendly. There was no way she could fancy me I am old enough to be her father.
By Lucy Lilithian Brown6 years ago in Filthy
Two's company, three's...?
It was a cold winter's night. Helen and Adam had gone to a gig. Adam had booked a smart apartment in the city centre and they were looking forward to watching the band and then coming back to the flat and enjoying level of intimacy unfortunately rarely achieved. Absence makes the heart grow fonder and maybe it was the fact that they were able to together only once or twice a month but their ardour for each other hadn't diminished in the year or so they’d been seeing each other. It only took the slightest look from Helen and Adam would start to stiffen whilst Helen had only to look into Adam's eyes and her knickers would start to get wet.
By Adam Chant6 years ago in Filthy
