No Diplomacy Required

At five in the evening, he arrived at the steps of City Hall as promised. Driving there, he saw the crowds get thicker as he neared the steps. The gawkers had come as he knew they would. He got out of the black sedan and saw her at the top of the steps. She was, as always, dripping with sexual energy, wearing a tight black latex dress that zippered up the front and black heels. Her fit, but curvy body straining the stitching of the dress. Her long blonde hair was done up in a tight bun and in her right hand she held a riding crop. He closed the door, looked up at her and silently climbed the stairs wearing the costume that had come to define identity, a suit of form-fitting elasticized chain mail. With every step, he felt more dread. He had been defeated. He would sacrifice his himself for the city, but he didn't know if she would hold up her end of the bargain. For him though, there was no choice, she held all the cards. "I am here, as promised," he said as he reach th...

She giggled to herself as she slowly undressed. She'd been daydreaming about what she wanted to do to him all day. Just the thought of his hands caressing her skin caused tremors through her body, even though it was 83 degrees today. Slipping onto the bed, she felt herself heating up at the thought of her man's strong arms wrapping around her, his masculine scent permeating her nostrils and his heart-melting smile looking down at her. Her fingers lazily massaged her left nipple, already diamond hard from her naughty thoughts. The other hand slipping down between her legs, her fingers feeling the slickness of her arousal, the wetness literally dripping out of her. Closing her eyes, her hips already moving in time with her hand, her fingers rub her swollen pussy lips. Those fingers tracing their way up to her already puffy clit, and with a simple graze of it, a small orgasmic spasm shoots through her. With her eyes closed and her breathing becoming more ragged, she smells him b...

Part 1 of this story was the beginning of my day at the health club. It started with a conventional swim and ended up with me being spit-roasted, well used, and put away wet in the sauna. From the sauna I managed to stumble my used, cum soaked body to the showers. The shower stalls are large, equipped with a bench, multiple shower heads, and a shower wand. They are also private. I make my way in, adjust the water to a hot, soothing spray, close my eyes and begin to enjoy a good, long soak. I begin soaping my body getting every last nook and crevice clean. I fill my hands with the liquid soap, bend over and give my ass a full cleaning including probing my opening with my fingers. I adjust the shower wand for maximum flow into a single pulsing stream and bend over. This is amazing. It feels like I'm fucking my ass with a stream of water. My cock starts to stir. My hands find their way between my legs as I soap and stroke by balls and cock. It's now as hard as it has been at any...

Tame as it may be here is my first time bi experience. I was bi curious for a long time, years ago watched closely as my ex-wife sucked me and wondered how it must feel to have a cock in my mouth. We divorced when I was 39 and at that time gay porn was becoming more assessable online. I watched a lot of gay massage videos and loved when the guy giving the massage had an erection or noticeable bulge, knew that would be me. Also remember at that time testing my gag reflex using bananas. Discovered later sucking on her dildo while masturbating and staring into the mirror was incredibly hot. Watching that cock shaped dildo slide in and out of my mouth always got me hard and wondering what a real cock might felt like. For the next ten years I suppressed my urges to physically be with a man and continued dating woman. I had sex with a few but most of the relationships ended after the first dinner date. Most of the woman in my age range were looking for long term romantic relationships. See...

The dream always began with distant music, a pennywhistle or pipe playing a rhythmic, insistent tune. Her heart beat faster and she hurried into the woods, dodging between bushes and branches as she strained to hear and follow the music. There it was, off to the left. She slipped down a bank to the edge of a brook and grasped a branch to get her balance. Then she saw him, in a clearing across the water. He was a small man, perched next to a clay jug on a fallen log, sunlight streaming into the glade and lighting up his face and bare chest. He had a small pointed beard and powerful shoulders and he played his pipe with rapid clever fingers. She stopped and stared, catching her breath. His legs were hairy and naked and ended in hooves. On his head were the nubs of two tiny horns. He noticed her and looked up, catching her gaze but not slackening his song. He stared at her appraisingly, then the corners of his eyes and mouth lifted. He had the face of a joker from a deck of cards, only ...

Darla's Blindfold February roars violently from out of the west across the flat expanse of white fields surrounding the sprawling ranch home. Window panes rattle in their frames. The rattle reverberates at Darla Weston's ear. Sleet peppers white cold frosted glass. Fear follows the blow that shook the rafters over her head and beyond the wood and the glass the temperature continues to plummet. "David?" Darla calls out questioning. Darla's question asked softly is hardly a whimper above the storm brewing beyond the French doors that rattle a warning of the worst yet to come. In the basement beneath the master bedroom the furnace functions. Darla strains to listen around the machinery humming. The furnace cycles warmth from beneath her sanctuary in the master bedroom where Darla is held captive. Darla understands your position precarious. She fusses with the blue cord fresh from the cellophane wrapping though she knows not the color of her husband's current pe...

Ai shuddered as she felt the hot cum shoot into her, giggling around the cock currently in her mouth as she felt the warmth spread to the rest of "special" fan meetups, where only her top 10 fans were permitted to participate. It wasn't uncommon for idols and pop stars to do fan meetups, though usually they had whole events for them and not private meetings in an unmarked building. Most fan meetups are mostly acted out. The performers pretend and "put up" with their fans just to generate some ground swell for an upcoming performance. Ai did those events as well but she was always genuine with her fans. She truly appreciated them and loved each and every one of them as they loved her. Hence she had the idea for a more "personal" meetup. It was an easy enough system. Her manager and team of experts looked at all of her fans and picked the top 10 most dedicated ones each month. How they calculated who was most dedicated she didn't know nor care abou...