Hungry Guy: Stories

Several years ago, the fraternities replaced the normal lounge chairs at the college pool with "smother chairs" as part of a hazing rush. Instead of complaining about "sexism" or "patriarchy" or "male privilege," the women's groups all stayed silent. So after the rush was over, the chairs stayed and they became a normal thing at the pool over the years. These are custom chairs in which the males slide themselves into, locking themselves in. Once in, they can only get out if someone else lets them out. That usually doesn't happen until the lifeguards come around when the pool closes late at night. It's generally known that a guy is committing to it for the rest of the day when he gets in one. There's a tube and a drain under each guy's butt so they can relieve themselves during the day. The college girls sit in these chairs by sitting on the guys' faces. It should go without saying, it's s nude pool. Everyone's naked. Some of the girls will even relieve themselves into the guy's mouth who they are sitting on, rather that walk all the way back to the dorm to "go." Needless to say, this college is located in a warm climate, though the location isn't specified -- it could be Florida or Texas or The People's Republic of California. It's rare, but it's not unheard of for a girl to get horny doing this and take the guy she's sitting on back to her dorm room, but if guys do this thinking they're gonna get laid, they're probably in for a disappointment. The pool is open to both students and faculty, and a prof can sometimes be seen "riding" one of her students by sitting at the pool, though it's generally considered gross by many for a prof to ride one of her own students or for a student to ride her prof.

The stories are loosely based on a divorced self-help group I am a member of. DiSH stands for "Divorced Self-Help" (this is NOT the real name of the self-help group).

Most of these stories take place in my fictional Edge Play BDSM club in New York City. A few stories don't take place in Edge Play, but feature characters that have been known to frequent the club, or are sequels to such stories, and so belong in this series also.

He wandered through the showroom of fembots. He stopped at one and asked, "How are you so realistic?" She answered, "My skin is a protein-based polymer that has the feel and taste of live human flesh. It's porous internally, and warm oil is pumped through it to make it feel like human flesh. I'm indistinguishable from a meat girl by sight or touch. My mouth has artificial glands that produce real saliva, and my vagina has artificial glands that produce real feminine lubricants that are chemically identical to those produced by a meat girl."

Stories where people (usually male used by females, but can be female used by males) are used as chairs. Victims are placed in a frame made of wooden struts about six inches high off the floor, about two feet wide, and about six feet long. It is adorned with leather belts and buckles and has a PVC pipe sticking out of a bracket in the middle with a 45 degree angle connector mounted on top. The head end had a kind of pillory and a small padded V-shaped cradle about three inches higher than the rest of the surface to prevent the victim from rolling his/her head from side to side and rolling the sitter off his/her face. The victim is instructed to lay down with his/her head on the end with the padded bit with his/her neck passing over the lower half circle and his/her arms and legs in the little cradles. The victim is then strapped down with belts over his/her wrists, elbows, ankles, knees, waist, and chest. The upper half of the pillory is then lowered over the victim's neck that completely encircles his/her neck and also serves as the straight back of what will become the chair with the victim's face as the seat of the chair. A shallow tub is then placed under the victim's butt and a PVC pipe with an angled piece hung on the victim's penis so that the victim may be kept in the device for prolonged periods and be able to relieve him/herself without intervention by the master/mistress.

Married woman doesn't get the kinky sex that she craves from her vanilla husband.

After his very first game of college ball, Bill picks up a married woman in the hotel bar for a one night stand. Then complications develop.