Seven Wild Tales (BDSM, MMF, FFM Threesomes)

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Kate explores her sexuality with co-workers, best friends, married couples, mechanical bulls, threesomes, BDSM rooms, and nature exhibitionism. There's something for everyone!

She was about to sit at her desk and begin clacking away at a menial report when John, her co-worker, walked right by where she was sitting. He took double take for a second and you could see a sly grin beginning to show his perfectly polished teeth. His blonde spiked hair and navy blue dress shirt rolled up past the elbows made him look like a male model with a cocky streak.
Kate’s collar had been bothering her all morning. It was stiff and tight. It made her look like a nun. She unbuttoned it just for a second to let the air in. She half expected it to set off a siren in this pristine hell.

Tonight, Kate wanted something… different.
Marianna pushed a strand of ebony hair out of the way and smiled at Kate as their heads bobbed to the music. There was something about the club, so alive and invigorating. It was sexuality and carnal desire embodied. They were in a playground for the secrets held deep within the psyche.
The girls quickly downed their drinks and made their way, through the crowd of scents and smells to the dance floor. The people danced around them, watching the queens of the dance floor writhe together in time with the music. Marianna watched Kate as their bodies moved together. The world wanted to meet these goddesses and they could see the predators closing in.

To Kate, Charles was always kind of the geeky guy in the corner of the break room stuck to his tablet. His stiff white shirts and lean, thin, but somewhat muscular frame made him seem like one of the nerds she knew from high school grew up and started working out for a change.
They’d said “hey,” a few times in the break room, and laughed at each other’s small talk, but they never really talked like two friends would.
Kate was a bit surprised when Charles smiled too wide as she came in to get a cup of coffee. His tablet was in its case for a change, and he was looking right at her.

She decided to have a little fun. She might as well let off some steam. There was a cordoned off mechanical bull in the corner and nobody ever really used it. It was dusty and clanked around. She asked the bartender for the keys to bull pen and he could barely contain his smile.

Kate, Bridgett and Cliff found themselves grinding to the beat of hard guitar and crazy drums. Kate bent over so Bridgett could spank her while she had her eyes on a table of awestruck geeks. They ran their fingers through their hair and gave the stiffest men the wrong looks. Heads were finally starting to turn. They were tired of stiff white collars and bitter faces.
They caught Cliff watching the whole time.

The room was lit by one dark red bulb. There were whips and chains and a big pole in the middle. She sat on a cushioned black leather chair near the pole and waited.
A voice sounded over a hidden speaker system.
“Take off your clothes.” It was deep and rough.
Kate thought for a moment.
“Now.” The voice echoed.

She look at him playfully and started jogging into the nearby tree line, just far enough away that it would be hard for a passer-by to see them.
After fifteen feet or so, Kate took off her jogging shorts and flung them aside. She picked up a leaf from the ground and placed it directly over her crotch.
She was the prize of the hunt waiting for her hunter.