Random scenes with little to no setup. All consenting, all legal, just roleplay, etc. etc. etc.
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- Jason's wrists were bound and looped over a hook in the ceiling, and his bound ankles were held in place by an eyebolt in the floor. This drew his lithe body into a straight line. He wore a blond wig, a pretty little white bra, and dark brown stockings.
Oh, and a ball gag.
An auburn haired woman entered the room and approached. His lover, Connie. She wore a long-sleeved purple satin top and pale yellow skirt with tan pantyhose. Her large breasts strained the fabric, nipples standing out like marbles, and Jason immediately started getting an erection.
"Mmmm. What have we here? A new toy?" she asked with a smile.
Jason protested as best he could around the gag, wiggling back and forth. All this did was make his hard-on bounce up and down.
Connie laughed and ran her hand across Jason's bare ass, giving it a little slap. A taste of what was to come. She slid the hand along his waist, staring at him intently. When he met her eyes, she reached down and firmly grasped his cock.
The thrill of having no control, of letting another person use his body however they wanted, made Jason even harder, and his eyes rolled up in ecstasy.
For her part, Connie absolutely loved the feel of a stiff cock in her hand, and she kept the rhythm slow so it would last longer. Jason was moaning now.
She ran a long fingernail down his chest and leaned in close.
"Oh baby, the things I am going to do to you," she warned/promised. "I can't wait to taste that pretty prick, suck it all down until you explode all over my tongue. After that, you're going over the bench so I can fuck that ass like you're my little bitch." She fanned her face with her hand. "Mmm. Just anticipating it gets me hard."
She reached down and pulled up her skirt. Her large cock strained against the pantyhose, and she took a moment to rip them open to set it free. "Take a good look, pretty boy. Every inch of that is going in one end or the other. If you're lucky, it'll be both." She bent down to fill her mouth with Jason's throbbing cock.
Next week it would be her turn in harness.
- Matt ducked around a corner, ran down an alley, and cut through the burned out department store to emerge in the parking deck, heading for the gate.
A patch of rotten concrete slid under his foot, and Matt spilled into the street, ankle already swelling from a nasty break. He was soon surrounded by the women, post-apocalypse Amazons of all shapes, sizes, and colors. The only thing they had in common was their uniform of a black leather body suit and gloves.
Hands spread his legs and pulled his arms behind him. Others tore at his hose, trying to get to the dick hiding inside the silky magenta panties. His nipples were pinched through the matching bra. He felt a mouth descending onto his cock, a tongue licking his ear.
Strategically placed zippers let the warriors open the crotch of their uniforms without having to completely disrobe, and several had already done so.
Matt's only hope now was to satisfy every one of them. True, no one had ever managed the feat, but there was always a chance.
As the first of the Queens crouched down to sit on his face, he took a deep breath.
- Luke sat in the armless chair, wearing his red vinyl. Thigh high boots with the three inch heels, opera gloves, and that sexy bra. I'd gotten him the outfit last Christmas, and holy fuck my pussy turned into Niagara every time I saw him in it.
I crossed the room in a few long strides and kissed him hard. "God, you're hot," I said.
Like my husband, I wasn't wearing panties. Unlike his vinyl, my legs were wrapped in dark nylon stockings. Black heels did fantastic things for my legs and ass. I stepped closer to him, smothering his face between my breasts. I'm built like a Russ Meyer girl, so I've got cleavage for days.
Luke headed for a nipple. "Look who feels entitled," I said, and slapped his hands away. I turned and pushed my ass out. "If you want to put your mouth on something...," I said, and spread my cheeks.
He grabbed my hips and licked all of the fun spots, getting a good taste. When he pushed his tongue into my asshole, my knees nearly buckled. I peeked between my legs. His erection was jutting out like a bowsprit.
"You can stand up and use me hard," I growled, "or I can grind down on that beautiful cock and try to break the chair. I don't much care which, but if you're not balls-deep in me in the next three seconds, I'm going to explode."
"I don't like this chair, anyway," he said. "C'mere, woman."
- Thomas really liked the curves his new breastforms gave him, especially the way the nipples were just noticeable through the berry colored sports bra. They weren't the only thing sticking out. His erection tented the front of his yoga pants as he knelt on the floor. Kristin was standing behind him. She wore a deep blue chemise with open cups, and her modest breasts were pale against the material. Steven was completely naked, as usual. He stood in front of Thomas--was leaning over him, actually--swapping deep, languid kisses with Kristin.
Thomas felt Kristin place her hand on the top of his head. A moment later, Steven cupped a hand under Thomas' chin. Together, they held his head steady as Steven's cock slipped between Thomas' lips, and the kneeling man closed his eyes in pleasure as Steven slowly fucked his mouth.
- Daniel sat on a high stool with a cracked green vinyl cushion, the heels of his dark pumps hooked over the bottom rail. Beyond the shoes, the 22-year-old had on deep brown pantyhose, a lacy white bra, a wig, and makeup.
George rubbed his hand on Daniel's leg and leered. The 68-year-old wore denim shorts, a plain white T-shirt, and loafers. What little hair he had left was combed over in a gray wave.
His wife, Bethany, stood at Daniel's other side. She was 62, and wore a blue jumper dress, brown pullover, and knee high brown boots. Unlike her husband, she still had soft, thick hair, though the blonde was starting to fade. She pinched Daniel's cheek, winked at the younger man, then stepped back and stripped. Her sagging breasts swayed heavily as she got on her knees.
Daniel unhooked his feet and stood up. George moved the stool out of the way, then stepped behind him. The older man reached around Daniel's waist to rub his dick through the pantyhose until it was straining at attention.
Bethany reached forward and grabbed the front of Daniel's pantyhose. A minor effort, and the nylon tore in the middle. As Daniel's erection sprung free, George grabbed it at the base and pointed it towards his wife.
Beverly enthusiastically attacked the young man's cock, licking up, down, over, under, saliva running down her chin. In her opinion, sloppy blowjobs were the best. She kept that up until Daniel was right on the edge. She grinned up at the boy and wiped her face off, then she stood.
Daniel turned around. George was also kneeling on the floor naked. Now it was Bethany feeding young, hard dick to her husband, and while he wasn't as sloppy as his wife, he was every bit as eager. He liked to take it all the way in, then suck hard as he moved from the root to the tip.
Having been primed by Bethany, Daniel only lasted a few minutes. She had moved to be next to her husband, and he covered their faces in hot cum. The couple kissed and licked each other clean, and Daniel looked forward to going down on both of them.
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