Random scenes with little to no setup. All consenting, all legal, just roleplay, etc. etc. etc.
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- Sharon was lying on her back, her long blonde hair spilling across the pillow. I had pulled her top down, exposing her large breasts and taut nipples, and was leaving red lipstick prints on her tits. She had a hold on each side of my auburn wig, keeping me bent to my task. I had been told that if I pleased her and followed orders, she would let me eat her out. Her legs were spread under me, and I could feel the heat rising from her pussy.
When she decided I'd done a good enough job, she pushed my head down to her bare cunt, forcing my ass up in the air. Hands started caressing my ass through my pantyhose. Sharon's husband, Rob, was standing behind me, enjoying the scene. Suddenly, Rob ripped the smooth nylon open, exposing my ass and letting my cock fall against Sharon's leg. Precum dripped onto her stocking, and I knew I'd have to lick it up later.
Rob slathered lube on my asshole, and I felt the head of his cock poised against it. He adjusted his stance, then filled my ass in one smooth shove. As his rhythm picked up, my face was pushed harder against Sharon's pussy. She spread her labia apart and arched her hips, driving my tongue deeper into her sopping wet cunt.
Suddenly, Sharon clamped her thighs around my head, moaning and panting as an orgasm rushed through her. Rob came at the same time, and I felt hot streams of semen filling my ass. When they finished riding it out, Rob pulled out of my ass and Sharon pushed me onto my back. My cock was an iron rod by this point, and they both licked and sucked me until I covered their faces with cum.
It was a good Thursday.
- "David," Gloria called, "could you come into the bedroom, please?"
David walked in, noting the shopping bags from various upscale boutiques she'd set on the bed. "What'cha got there, hun?" he asked.
She began pulling things from the bags. "Oh, some lingerie, new makeup, heels, a wig. A few other odds and ends."
"Nice. I can't wait to see you in them."
She cocked her head. "Me? Oh no, darling, these are all for you. Or did you think I'd never find out about Stacy. And Elizabeth. And Erin. You really shouldn't leave your computer unlocked."
"Um, wait... I can...What? But..."
"You don't have to explain, dear. I just figured that if you're going to act like a whore, you should look like one, too. Now get over here."
A couple of hours later, David was dressed in a curly red wig, a lacy white bra, and dark brown stockings with lace tops. Gloria had done his makeup, too, and he wore blush, eyeshadow, and lipstick. He was sitting on the edge of the bed as ordered, quietly waiting for Gloria to return.
David heard steps approaching the bedroom, and the door opened. Gloria walked in, followed by a man David had never met before.
"Sweetheart? This is Charlie. He goes to my gym. He's here to help."
"Help? Help who?"
"Help you to start getting used to the new arrangement." The pair began stripping out of their clothes. Gloria stopped when she was just in her bra and panties. A matching set of pale yellow. Charlie shucked off everything and walked to the other side of the bed. David felt the mattress dip as the larger man settled behind him.
Gloria squatted down in front of David. "I suggest you get on your side, hun." He looked over his shoulder to see Charlie opening a condom. His eyes got wide and he did as she said. She took his hands in hers.
"Since you decided that you should have other women, I decided that you should have other men, too. Charlie gets the honor of being your first, but I'll be bringing more home. We'll get you a whole new wardrobe of lace and satin and pretty colors, and a box full of toys. You will entertain my friends properly like the slut you are."
"But..." he began.
She placed a finger on his lips. "Shhhh. I want to see the look on your face when Charlie jams his cock in your ass." She sat back, pinching her nipples and rubbing her pussy in anticipation.
David felt Charlie's hands spreading his cheeks. A large cock pressed up against him, the tip of the condom slick against his asshole.
Gloria smiled cruelly. "One. Two. And thr..."
- Sam stared at the ceiling. Being tightly bound to the wide bench, he really didn't have any other choice. He could hear Mistress Michelle and Mistress Angela instructing a new client in the other room, though he couldn't make out specifics. A wave of anticipation shuddered through his naked body.
The connecting door opened, and Sam heard several people enter.
"We have a task for each of you," Mistress Angela announced as they approached. The two dommes leaned over Sam. Mistress Michelle was wearing her usual red leather, while Mistress Angela had on a tight green top that looked fantastic against her brown skin. Both women were very busty, and their outfits emphasized their tits.
"How may I serve, Mistress?" Sam asked.
Mistress Michelle guided the other person to stand over Sam. He saw a pretty pair of satin panties, light blue and well-filled, hovering over him. Above that, a matching bra jutted out proudly. Sam couldn't see the face.
"Poor Sammy has never learned to properly go down on a gurl, and little Timmy here is still a virgin," Mistress Angela said. "So sad."
"Timothy," said Mistress Michelle, "You are to let Samuel worship your cock until you cum in his mouth. After that, you will lower yourself onto Samuel's prick and ride him to orgasm."
Mistress Angela chimed in. "You have twenty minutes beginning now. I don't have to tell you how disappointed we will be in you two if you fail us in this, do I?"
A chorus of "No, Mistress" followed, and the two dommes left the room.
Tim squatted down over Sam's face, his cock already bulging through his panties. Sam nuzzled and licked the satin, tasting Tim's precum. Tim moaned and pulled the panties to one side, freeing his cock. He guided it into Sam's mouth, and Sam began sucking enthusiastically. The faster he could make this gurl orgasm, the more time he'd have to fuck her.
The clock ticked on.
- Deborah grabbed the back of "Rachael's" head firmly. The brunette on her knees in front of her had a bob cut that framed an oval face. That face was wearing bright red lipstick, rouge, and dark eyeshadow. A purple bra was below that, shifting with the weight of the breast forms inside the cups.
That was the sum total of Rachael's outfit.
For her part, Deborah wore a blousy white shirt with a ruffled front and a narrow bow at the neck. A corset underneath hugged her curves and made her tits jut out appealingly. If she had still been wearing her long, dark maroon skirt, she'd be the picture of a Victorian school marm.
Looking down, she could see her husband's cock slowly hardening as his face got closer to Deborah's trimmed pussy.
"What a bad girl you are," she snipped.
"Yes, Miss."
"I will not tolerate disruptive behavior."
"No, Miss."
"You know the penalty for acting up in class."
"Yes, Miss."
"Well?"
"One hundred lashes, Miss."
"Correct." She pushed his face firmly into her wet slit, and growled as his tongue lapped up against her clit. Ninety-nine to go. "And I had better come, you little bitch, or by god you'll feel my strap-on again."
"Yes, Miss. Thank you, Miss."
"Shut up and eat me."
- Cathy stood in the middle of the room as the boy knelt in front of her. She had already taken off her skirt and panties, and he had pushed her blouse up to clumsily paw at her lilac bra. She steadied him with one hand on his shoulder as he took her other hand into his own. He tugged her a little closer, gazing nervously at the swollen cock framed by fishnet stockings. It was his first time, and even if he hadn't told her, it would be painfully evident.
She looked down, her big hoop earrings swinging at the motion, watching him stroke his own cock as it peeked out from his open zipper. He still had everything on but his shoes, but Cathy wasn't hurrying him. He was paying for the room, so he was the one to set the pace. She did kind of hope he'd get undressed soon, though. She suspected there was a nice body under the button-down shirt and gray slacks.
"How should I start?" he asked her, looking up. His glasses made his blue eyes very big.
"Any way you want to, hun. You can stroke it first, or lick it, or suck it. It all feels good." She smiled down at him.
He licked his lips and swallowed, then tentatively stretched his neck out and gently took her cock into his mouth.
"Mmmm," she said. "That's good, hun. Try licking along the underside while it's there. Ooh yes. Just like that."
He bobbed up and down a little before abruptly pulling away. "I don't think I can fit it all in my mouth," he said. "I'm sorry."
She took his chin in her hand. "Don't ever apologize for physical limitations, hun. Everyone's built differently, and we all have different talents. I know porn makes it seem like everybody can take a whole cucumber down their throat, but in reality, it's only a small percentage."
"I just feel like my partners will expect it."
"If it's that important, get a dildo and practice. You might get good at it. If not, there are plenty of other things you can do instead."
"Like what? Can you show me?"
Cathy smiled at him. "We have all night."
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