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[M] and my best friend [F]
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[m-F] the best friend
So I have known my best mate all my life and there is no live interest well as I know off.
So when I was 18 we went out for drinks with her mates and just talked and all that first time meeting her mates too so it was a bit awkward lucky a couple of drinks helped me talk (found out the next day one of them liked me )
We stayed till the pub closed and my mate was staying with me as I have a spare room while her mates took a taxi so once we got home I showed her room and kinda left it at that well I thought.
I went to my room just about to get some sleep till I see my door open slowly it was my mate I thought maybe she was Sick or wanted something didn’t know but then she got into bed with me I didn’t think much of it as we have slept together in the past a couple of time so just thought she wanted some with her so I was like okay this is fine so I put my arm around her and tried to get some sleep
Till I feel a hand go down my pants and slowly rub my dick this went on for a bit then she got on me btw she was just in a top and pants and started to dry hump me and kiss me I was shocked but kinda got into it.
This went on for a while as well till she started to take her clothes off and took my pants off we were both nude she was still dry humping me but nude she was about to put it in her but I stopped her as I didn’t want this to be how she lost her v card and she was drunk so probably not in the right mind like I was kinda drunk but not as much as she was.
She did look sad but I told her if she wants to do it when she soba let’s do it but I just didn’t want to while she was drunk even tho I wanted to so I put my pants back on she stayed nude then we went to sleep with her laying on me.
The next day not much happened just an awkward silence for a bit I told her nothing happened and she just smiled and we acted like this didn’t happen and that I haven’t seen her nude she then got changed and went home.
We are still mates to this day and go out for drinks now and again but nothing has happened since then she has a bf now so would be a bit weird if it did.
Sorry my grammar is shit and spelling too I’m not good at stories even if they're about me
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Confessions of a Manipulator [Dubious Consent] [Gentle] [M30sF20s]
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It was almost too easy.
It usually is. It’s not hard when you know what to look for. The insecure ones. The ones looking for approval from an authority figure; desperate for approval, attention, acceptance.
Speak kindly to them. Show interest - but not too much interest. Don’t make it look like you want anything from them. You want to give the appearance that you’re casually surprised to see her again but you can’t hide the flash of excitement - the physical confession of how impressive she is - that crosses your face.
Then slowly insert moments of intense attention. A couple minutes of utter focus, like you’re hanging on her every word. Nothing in the world is more interesting to you than what she will say next.
Then move on. Have a few days where you’re just so busy. Smile and wave but keep walking. You’re not giving her the cold shoulder, you’re not an incel trying to “neg” her. You’ve got a life, you’re busy, you’re focused on other things.
Make her crave your attention. Make her obsess over what she can do to get more of it.
Sure there are quicker ways to get some women into bed. But I wasn’t after a quick half hearted fuck followed by a couple awkward conversations.
I wanted her to give herself over to me completely. I wanted utter control. I wanted her to sacrifice her self respect at the alter of my acceptance.
It took six weeks, from the time I decided I wanted her until I invited her to my house so I could cook her dinner.
She came over dressed to impress. High heels, a cute little skirt, a tight top. She looked beautiful, absolutely stunning - and I told her so.
A nice meal. A couple glasses of wine. A long conversation mostly focused on her. It was a great date.
By the end I knew a couple more dates like that and she’d eagerly jump in my bed. But that wasn’t enough. I needed to push her boundaries. I needed her to hate how much she loved what I’d done to her, so the next time she came over she would consciously sacrifice a piece of herself, knowing what would happen once she got there.
I walked her to the door with my hand on the small of her back. I waited until she was a step from the door before I spun her, pulled her to me, and kissed her.
After a startled hesitation she kissed me back. It was sweet, intense, passionate. I pulled her body into me, my hands sliding over her back. I slid a hand up her body to the back of her neck. I stepped into her, bodily pushing her back against the door.
My hands slid down her waist, over her sides, brushed against her breasts. It wasn’t until I reached for the buttons on her shirt that she broke of our kiss.
“Wait,” she said. “I’m not …”
I cut her off with my mouth on hers. I got three buttons undone before she broke the kiss off again and grabbed my hands in hers.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I’m not ready.”
I smiled at her. “Yes you are,” I said. “You just don’t know it yet.” I held her hands in mine and lifted her arms above her head.
She tried to resist a little - or maybe it was a lot for her. It’s hard to tell as she isn’t very strong.
I held her arms up and kissed her neck.
“Stop,” she said. “Please.”
Between kisses I murmured, “I can’t. I want you so much. I’ve wanted you so long.”
I grasped her wrists with one hand and slid the other down her body to her thigh. I ran my hand up the back of her leg, pulling her skirt up as I went, and cupped her ass. I pressed myself against her, letting her feel my excitement.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” I whispered.
I kissed her neck, down between her breasts, up her throat. When I tried to kiss her lips she turned her head, so I kissed her cheek.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” I promised, “but I have to have you. I can’t help it. Just let me take you.”
I tasted a little saltiness on her cheek. I think she might have been crying. I don’t know. I kind of stopped paying attention to her reactions. I was lost in the moment.
I pulled her over to the couch, pushed her down on her back, and climbed on top of her. I pushed her legs apart with my knees and pressed myself against her as I started kissing her again.
This time she didn’t fight me when I unbuttoned her shirt, nor when I pulled her bra down to get to her breasts. I kissed a line down her neck, over her shoulder and down to her breasts. I covered her breasts with little sucking kisses, ran my tongue in little circles around her nipples, while grinding myself against her.
I lifted my body off hers enough to undo my pants and pull out my dick. I was so hard I ached. I just wanted her so much.
I kissed my way back up her jaw while wrapping my fingers around the back of her neck. I slid a hand between us and pulled her panties to the side, working myself into position.
“I love the taste of your skin,” I murmured as I pressed my cock against her entrance. She was so tight and wet - probably against her conscious desire. I worked myself into her slowly, letting her adjust to the feel of me inside her.
I wrapped my arms around her head and pressed my lips against her ear. “You feel so fucking good,” I said. I slid inside her gently. Every few strokes I pushed myself completely inside her and ground myself against her.
We made love like that for several minutes, me kissing her cheek, nibbling on her ear. And this time, when I went to kiss her on her lips she didn’t turn away. I guess she knew it was going to happen so she might as well give in to it.
As I kissed her I started working myself inside her faster. Thrusting and grinding, not trying to split her in two, but enough to show how much I wanted her.
When she moved her hands to my back, and started gently rubbing me, I knew she’d already given a little bit of herself. The thrill that went through me - I can’t even describe it.
But I wanted more. I needed to push her further.
I pulled myself out of her and climbed off the couch. I grabbed her by the hips and pulled her off as well, setting her knees on the floor. I stood over her and cupped her face with one hand. When I pressed my dick against her mouth she slowly parted her lips.
She closed her eyes when I pushed myself into her mouth, but she took me none the less. I held her still with a hand on the back of her head and started to thrust into her mouth. Her tongue slid down my shaft as I pushed at the back of her throat. I didn’t push hard enough to make her gag - there was plenty of time for that later. I just thrust into her mouth, strong but gentle thrusts.
I was already close to the edge at that point and it only took 3 or 4 minutes until I was ready to explode.
I think she realized it too - I guess my grunts gave it away. I could see it on her face, like she was preparing herself for me to cum in her mouth.
But at the last moment I pulled out. I held her head still with one hand and finished myself off with the other. I cursed as I came, unloading on her face and chest. I threw my head back and groaned as I covered her, the release was so fucking intense.
It was a terrible thing to do to her, I know. Humiliating. Shameful. But I’d kept my promise. I hadn’t hurt her. It was a gentle debasement.
I looked down at her and smiled. “God, you’re beautiful,” I said as I looked at her cum covered face. “You’ve never looked prettier.”
I cupped her face with my hand and brushed my thumb over her cheek.
“You’re stunning,” I said. “Absolutely perfect. Turn around. I’ve been dying to taste you.”
She looked up at me completely bewildered. So I took her hands, lifted her to her feet. Gently, but firmly I turned her around, pushed her forward so she was kneeling on the couch and bent her over so her face was pressed into the back cushion.
I scooted back a bit to give myself room and pushed her skirt up over her hips. I slid my fingers into her panties and pulled them down to her knees slowly. I ran my hands up and down her legs, over her ass, feeling the softness of her skin.
“Fucking perfect,” I growled.
I squatted down behind her and kissed the back of her thighs. I kissed up one leg and down the other. I wrapped my hands around her thighs and pulled her legs apart.
I planted my face between her legs and started licking her pussy. I ran my tongue between her lips, over her clit. I kissed and sucked her folds between my lips.
I explored her with my mouth, my tongue - eager to give her pleasure. I murmured and growled how good she tasted. I slid a hand between her legs and spread her so I could taste ever part of her.
I wanted her to feel good. I wanted her to enjoy it, to think back and remember how it felt. I wanted her to know that even though I brought her so low, I took time for her pleasure. I wanted to teach her to begin to crave more despite herself.
I enjoyed her like that for several minutes before narrowing my focus on her clit. I opened my mouth wide, spread my tongue flat and lapped her like a man lost in the desert finally finding his oasis.
It didn’t take long like that before she gave into the feeling. She started to rock her hips and make this low groaning-purring sound. I kept my rhythm steady, pressing in, reaching out to fondle his breasts as I continued licking her pussy.
She let out a near scream as her entire body tightened like an electrical current had run through her, constricting every muscle. I lapped at her until her body relaxed and she breath slowed to a deep, heavy pant. I kissed her pussy, the inside of her legs and over her ass.
I stood and ran my hands up her back to the back of her head. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and gently turned her face toward me.
Her eyes were closed so I said, “Look at me. I want to see those beautiful eyes.”
She did. She looked me in the eye for only a moment before looking away, but I swear in that moment I saw a flash of every emotion known to man. Her conflicted emotions were an exquisite sight.
I leaned over and kissed her, long and hard, letting her taste herself on my lips and tongue. As I did I started rubbing my dick against her pussy.
After a couple minutes I straightened and positioned myself behind her. I slid myself back inside her and held myself still, buried to the hilt.
“God,” I groaned. “I just can’t get over how good your pussy feels.” I slid my hands around her and grabbed her breasts as I began to thrust into her again.
I was not as gentle this time. I wanted to see just how far I could push her, how much she could handle. I wanted a clear baseline to compare with how far down the rabbit hole I’d take her.
I started thrusting into her harder. Standing straight, I held her still with a hand holding her hip and started pounding into her.
“Spread your legs,” I commanded. And when she hesitated I slapped her on the ass. “Spread them.”
She did, shifting her knees a little further apart.
I slapped her ass again. “Wider.”
She moved her knees some more. I slapped her ass again. And again. She spread her legs as far as they’d go, straining against the panties still wrapped around her knees.
“Fuck. Good girl” I said. I held her hips tight and slammed into her, our bodies slapping into each other’s in a beautifully sharp rhythm. “Fuck,” I said again. “That’s how you take a dick. That’s how you take a fucking.”
I reached forward and grabbed her by her hair. I turned her face toward me again and told her to look at me.
“That’s right. Look me in the eye while you give me this pussy.”
She lasted just a moment before she closed her eyes again. It was enough though. I wanted that image burned into her brain. I wanted her to remember looking back at me, looking me in the eye as I railed her. I wanted her to wonder if she had actually given me her pussy or if I had taken it. I wanted her to doubt herself.
I pulled her head off the back of the couch and turned her sideways. I climbed on my knees behind her, pushed her face down into the seat and shoved my dick back into her.
I fucked hard, slamming into her with her face buried in the cushions and her ass in the air. I bunches her skirt up in my hand and used it as a handle, pulling her back to meet me with each thrust.
I was close to cumming again and I slammed into her harder and harder. Her knees gave out and she fell down flat on her stomach. I rode her down, fucking her flat, holding my self up with my hands on her shoulders. Her leg slipped off the couch and her entire body almost followed along, but I held her in place and kept pumping until I exploded, filling her push with my cum.
I collapsed on top of her, a panting sweaty mess. Once I’d caught my breath I gently brushed the hair from her face. I kissed her cheek lightly.
“God you’re beautiful,” I said. “Stay with me tonight. I want you to stay the night. I’ll cook you breakfast in the morning.”
There was a long pause before she whispered softly, “ok.”
I smiled to myself. God, this girl had no idea what she was in for. She had no clue just how far she’d end up sinking for me.
And it’d been so easy.
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[M/S] [A/ne] I am very attracted to my sons. Update 370. A productive evening with Tommy.
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I am going to have to make this update fairly short as I need to get ready for my date with Ana.
Last night Tommy and I spent 45 minutes making out on his mother's sofa. I was still wearing a violet business suit and Tommy wore his cage and bra.
He admitted that he is becoming aroused when his mom is smoking near him.
I tested my new 22cm strap-on on his cute ass. It took longer than I expected but he received the toy without complaint. Of course, he wore his cage, handcuffs and faced his mother's picture the entire time.
I took off the cage and gave him a long and loving bath. I made sure he knows he is allowed to use the safe word at any time and can always say no. He told me he loved my dominance of him and, surprisingly to him, he finds it nurturing and euphoric.
In the bath he also told me he loves me and was glad I was his first sexual partner.
After the bath, I put the mask on him and lit up one of his mom's cigarettes. I relaxed on my back while he fucked me like a stallion. He is becoming quite the lover.
He addressed me as "Mommy" as we played and cuddled and "Auntie" when I was leaving.
I put the cage back on him before I left.
**My nephew is 19 and my sons are 22 and 27. I promise I am not your soulmate.**
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[FM] Tradie flirting with the Asian doctor
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This is from many years ago when I was working in a remote mining town in the tropics saving money to buy a house for when I moved back to Sydney.
My life was pretty basic up there; working for a small business servicing air conditioners during the week then drinking and fishing all weekend. I'm a red blooded guy, 6'4" tall, with light stubble, short brown hair and an athletic build. I love the outdoors and all that comes with it. I was in my element.
Despite the happy simple life, living and working in the tropics can be a challenge, especially when the heat and humidity seem to linger in the air day and night. I remember countless sleepless nights when I was working on remote sites and in camps when the temperature would soar, making it impossible to rest or even breathe properly.
The only relief came from the cool of an air conditioner and preferably a cold beer and good company, which would provide a welcome respite from the oppressive heat.
What was different in the tropics to most Australian major cities is that air conditioning wasn't a luxury or convenience; it was essential for the health and wellbeing of the tradies, doctors, nurses, and other workers who called the mining town home.
Without proper air conditioning, the heat and humidity could lead to dehydration, heat exhaustion, and other serious health concerns. This was especially true in the dongas that I lived in and serviced, the small, simple dwellings that are common in mining towns. Without air conditioning, these spaces could quickly become stifling and uncomfortable, making it impossible to relax or get a good night's sleep.
It was a tough job with the heat and dust, but it had its perks - like the chance to meet new people and earn money for toys. Living in a small town you very quickly meet everyone either at the pub or at the shops and it's a genuine surprise when you uncover someone new.
One day, when I got a service call to the local hospital to repair an air conditioner, I met Alice. She was in her early thirties and from Singapore. She was stunning, with long, dark hair that flowed down her back and deep brown eyes that seemed to sparkle behind her glasses when she smiled. She was around 5'10" tall and her figure was slender and toned, with curves in all the right places.
She wore a white doctor's uniform that hugged her body in all the right places, emphasising her feminine form. The uniform had a crisp, clean look to it and was neatly pressed. The collar was sharp and pointed, and the buttons were perfectly aligned. Alice wore a white lab coat over the uniform, which billowed gently as she moved, adding to her air of sophistication and elegance.
Alice was working in the general area that I was working and walking down the hospital corridor in her uniform. I couldn't keep my eyes off her and stop my eyes from undressing her. Her uniform was so clean and white that it stood out, especially in a town where everything and everyone was covered in red dust and 90% of the local population wore hi viz, stubbies and thongs.
As I was the custom in a small town, we all greeted each other and looked out for one another, she smiled warmly and introduced herself, explaining that she was the shift on call doctor and that the hospital's air conditioner was always too cold and was there anything I could do?
As a tradie, these kind of jobs are hard to take seriously when it is 40°c all day everyday outside and the client is complaining they are too cold but we act with professionalism and take the request seriously to keep paying the bills.
"I’ll see what I can do, looks like you're in for a busy day," I joked, trying to break the ice, while nodding my head at the ward full of empty beds opposite.
Alice laughed. "It's always busy around here. But I'm glad you're here to help."
As we spoke, I couldn't help but be mesmerised by her beauty. Her smile was infectious, and her eyes sparkled with intelligence and wit. Her glasses gave her a studious look, and I found myself captivated by her every word. Even in her professional attire, Alice exuded sensuality and grace, and I felt drawn to her in a way that I couldn't quite explain.
As I worked on the air conditioner, Alice stood nearby, watching intently.
"So, do you fix more than just air conditioners?" she asked, her voice playful but her face serious.
I looked down at her, a little surprised not sure if this was an attempt at an opener or if she was serious.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, are you handy with other things?" she said, a playful smile crossing her lips.
I felt my cheeks flush as I realised what she was implying and I was taking work to seriously to see a beautiful girl flirting.
"Uh, well, I do know my way around a toolset," I replied, trying to keep my composure.
Alice chuckled. "Good to know. You never know when you might need a handyman around here."
And so began our flirtation, a dance of words and glances that over time gradually deepened into something more.
After I repaired the air conditioner, Alice thanked me and we exchanged a few more words. As I left the hospital that day, I couldn't stop thinking about her. Little did I know that our chance encounter would lead to something much more significant and exhilarating.
Later that week as I was passing by her office, Alice called out to me.
"Hey, Air conditioning guy!"
I grinned, feeling my heart skip a beat.
"Dr. Alice? Call me Mike, what can I do for you?”
She stepped out of her office and approached me, her hips swaying seductively.
"Mike, I was just wondering if you'd like to grab a drink with me sometime. You know, after you finish fixing all those air conditioners."
I tried to play it cool, but inside, I was ecstatic.
"I'd love to," I said, grinning from ear to ear as my phone went off and I had to dash to another building.
A few nights later, we ran into each other at the pub. Both of us were with other mates so we didn’t talk much but as the night drew on we grabbed a drink together, then another and shared some laughs, it was fun and we had a real connection but I was conscious that we both kind of worked together and she may just be putting me into the friend zone.
Later I mustered up the courage to ask Alice if she wanted a lift back to her house.
To my surprise, she accepted, and we drove through the dark, winding roads of the mining town in my ‘90’s Telecom spec Hiace, talking and laughing the whole way. I found myself wishing that the drive would never end. But eventually, after taking a lot of backroads to ensure we didn’t encounter any police, we arrived at her place.
As I pulled up out the front, she unbuckled her seatbelt and opened the door as I leaned in to kiss her, to my delight, she responded eagerly and pulled the door closed again so the interior light would switch off. It was a deep succulent kiss fuelled by desire and alcohol and had us both entwined on the bench seat.
Eventually she broke off the kiss and hopped out of the car and closed the door. My mind was racing trying to find a way to invite myself inside but as my mind was working the moment had passed. She dashed around the front of the van and gave me a kiss through the window.
"Thanks for the lift, you're such a gentleman, I hope you're not in too much pain?" she said, with a coy smile and her eyes flashing to my bulging crotch.
"It's my pleasure," I replied, trying to hide my excitement and my drunkenness.
I followed with "Excuse the forwardness but I had a great time, let's do it again"
"I'd like that," she said, her face beaming as she pulled her head out of the car and ran up and disappeared through the compound front gate.
Our flirtation had turned into something more passionate and intense and it felt right.
I thought a lot about Alice the next day and those that followed but stupidly I hadn't asked for her number and didn't have any other way to get in contact with her. My mind began to doubt it was anything other than a drunken dream. The next time I saw her at the hospital, she thanked me again for the lift and for fixing the air conditioner.
"You're my hero," she teased, twirling a strand of her hair around her finger. I felt a rush of excitement as I realised that it was real.
We exchanged numbers and texted for a couple of nights straight until her roster changed to night shift and she disappeared from contact. By that point we were sending some pretty hot and steamy messages and had one session of proper sexting. It was fun and I was missing her while she was working.
Five nights later and five nights with no contact from Alice, I received an after-hours job at the same townhouse complex where Alice lived.
When I arrived, I was surprised to hear Alice's muffled voice when I pressed the intercom. I immediately had a hundred thoughts running through my head and none of them were work related. She buzzed me in and I was greeted in the courtyard by Alice, waiting for me in her white doctor's uniform.
When we entered her house I placed my toolbag by the door and took off my workboots. I immediately felt out of place. I hadn't showered since the morning, I was wearing long sleeves and hi-vis work gear and I was smelling pretty average. I was a big dirty man standing in a beautiful woman’s super clean house.
She had disappeared around the corner while I was putting down my tools and she came back with a couple of beers to share. It was obvious that there was no AC needing repair so I was free to enjoy a beer while on double time with a sexy lady. Life was feeling pretty good.
She gave me a peck on the cheek and handed me a beer and invited me in.
I walked around the corner towards the lounge and said "this is so much better than I was expecting when my phone went off"
"I'm glad it was you that came and not the other old guy" she laughed and looked up at me, her eyes covering my whole body in a glance that was approving and disapproving at the same time
"Do you mind if I borrow a towel and get cleaned up" I asked as I showed her my dusty shirt and inhaled the rest of my beer.
"Of course" Alice replied, she led me to the bathroom opening the door and turned to grab me a towel.
I had unbuttoned my belt and shirt by the time she returned and was about to start the water. She placed the towel on the side and gave me a hard kiss on the lips.
"Don't take too long Mike, and sing out if you need anything" she said leaving and closing the door.
I jumped into the shower, left the water running semi cold and soaped and cleaned everything. My cock was fat and rock hard thinking that I was in Alice's house and got extra attention so it was smelling and looking it's best. I finished the shower and realised I only had the same dirty clothes to change into. I took a gamble and towelled dry, then wrapped the towel around my waist as best I could and walked out into the lounge area.
While I was in the shower Alice had put on some music and opened a couple more beers and got changed and was now in a long cut off tank top with no bra beneath and tiny pants that barely revealed from under the top.
As I approached I could see her eyes and face approving now and as I sat down next to her she handed me a beer and after I took a sip she got up and straddled me and sat in my lap kissing me deeply. The chemistry between us was electric, with every touch sending shivers down her spine. It was like a wildfire burning in my pants, craving to be unleashed. Our eyes locked, as she held my face and kissed me. We knew that we couldn't resist the primal attraction that pulsed between us.
As our bodies held closer, the air grew thick with desire, and our bodies met in a fiery embrace that left us both gasping for more. The heat between us was scorching, I put down my beer and picked her up with her knees bent and her legs around my waste and we crashed our way through the lounge to the kitchen. I propped her on the kitchen bench as the towel fell from my waist, my throbbing cock standing to attention between us.
She lifted her arms and I pulled off her top. Her nipples were erect, glistening with the anticipation of our touch. I couldn't help but be drawn to them, captivated by their beauty and the way they begged to be worshipped. As I traced my fingers over her skin, she let out a soft moan, and I knew that I had found the sweet spot that would drive her wild with pleasure. With each gentle caress, her body arched towards me, and I knew that I was the only one who could give her the ecstasy she craved. The sight of her dark nipples, hardened with desire, only fuelled my passion.
She reached down and rubbed the precum from my knob down my long shaft to my balls and back again, her face buried in my chest while my hands were exploring her figure and I kissed her neck. Her small hands were skilled and the feeling was ecstasy as she picked up the pace and my breathing quickened.
She slipped off the bench and onto her knees and took the tip in her lips, her tongue meeting my wet knob and the feeling of pressure increasing. She took my cock inside her small mouth and despite the teeth she got some momentum and it wasn't long before she had her hands gripping my ass while I held the back of her head with one hand and steadied myself on the bench with the other.
My ass started to spasm with the pressure and the release was pending. I grunted something like "oh fuck" and she pulled back. My cock unloading half between in her mouth and on her chin. Stream after stream of creamy white sticky cum was coating her and she had a look of pride and accomplishment watching it spurt. With the last pulse of cum she licked my knob and laughed at the mess.
There was a small amount of cum on her face but there was a lot more between her cleavage, on her shoulder, on the kitchen cupboard and on the tiles. She used her forefinger to clean her chin while I used the towel laying on the floor to clean up her chest and then the cupboard. Apologising profusely the whole time. Living on my own for so long had created quite a buildup and all the sexting and flirting really had me primed to release.
Once we had left the towel on the floor along with her clothes we went into the bedroom where we kissed and my hands took control of her small body. Her pants were left in the kitchen and her pussy was dark and clean and soft without hair or imperfection. Her lips were wet to touch and it was obvious she was on board with what I was doing next as her body was moving with every touch and as she shifted her legs her body basically engulfed my fingers.
Her vagina was creamy already and her body was grinding as two of my fingers were curled inside her. Her breathing was rapid. I reached up and pinched and pulled on her hard nipple while her body bucked, she let out a whimper and her pussy tightened.
Still with two fingers inside her I shifted my body and turned my hand so my palm was against her clit and with my other hand I placed it on the top of her bald mound and pressed down. The effect was instant as I increased speed of my fingers and she let out moans of pleasure, her body trembling with ecstasy.
Her breaths came in short gasps as she clung to my toned arms, her nails digging into my skin as I continued to drive her towards the brink of bliss. The sensation of her wetness on my fingers only added to the intensity of the moment, and I knew that she was close to the edge.
As her cries grew louder and more urgent, I could feel the tension building inside her, and with one final burst of passion, she cried out my name, her body convulsing in waves of ecstasy. I moved up the bed and we collapsed into each other's arms, panting and spent, our bodies still humming with the intensity of our pleasure.
As we lay together in the cool air, both giggling but not speaking. There was no longer tension between us. We opened our bodied to each other and I realised that the connection I had with Alice was one of the brightest spots in my life.
It was an intense and exhilarating experience that I hope I never forget. After that night, Alice and I continued to see each other secretly. We would go on late-night walks when she was on day shift, spend time exploring, and sometimes sneak away for some intimate moments.
We knew that our relationship couldn't last, as we were both from different worlds and had different lives outside of this remote town. But for those fleeting moments, we found happiness in each other's company.
Eventually, my time in the mining town came to an end, and I had to leave. Alice and I said our goodbyes, knowing that it was unlikely we would ever see each other again. But I would always cherish the memories of those stolen moments with the beautiful doctor who captured my heart..
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Hey Redditors, had fun writing this, appreciate feedback as always.
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[ne/A] I went to a "date" with my aunt, and it was great.
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Hi! I'm sorry for not posting along the week, and not answering properly to comments in my last post. I'm catching up only now, because this week has been very intense. I'm writing this at saturday night, probably will post it after catching up to some sleep (to make sure I didn't make any eye-hurting mistakes in my writing).
To shorten what came out to be a pretty long post: I had a rough week, we went on a date on saturday, made out for a while, and actually talked last week incident through. If you haven't read my first post, it's in my profile.
A few people suggested, in my last post, that I should have a heart-to-heart talk to my aunt. I was all but convinced to do so, but still had to wait for the perfect time. Although the house where we live is big, it's pretty difficult to have privacy, especially to discuss such a delicate subject. I was planning to wait for a quiet night at my job and ring out early, hoping to catch her still awake while my cousins slept, so we could have a bit of privacy.
Guess what? I didn't need to do so. This Wednesday I lost my job. Which is a great suck, but honestly, it could have been worse. I used to work in a kind of bizarre regimen: odd contracts expiring the 15th of every month, when I would be paid for the month, and also my contract would be renewed for another month. This time my boss didn't want to renew my contract, because apparently having a bartender wasn't paying off. So yeah, I had the perfect opportunity to go home early, but was too bummed out to even eat anything. I showered and went to bed.
By the next morning, aunt Ame asked me if something was wrong with me. Mind you, we were eating breakfast together, along with one of her daughters and my cousin. I was kind of taken aback by her question, then she said she didn't hear me going into the kitchen. I don't know how to explain it, but from the way she looked at me while she asked, I just knew she had to have waited for me.
I told them what happened while we ate breakfast, and we made some small talk, which got me in better spirits. By talking to my aunt and cousins, I decided to get a few weeks "sabbatical", focus on my studies and then go back to job seeking. No bizarre contracts this time, a real job.
I'm telling you all of that because even though I was visibly upset with losing my job, and most people's natural reaction when someone you care about is sad would be to try and egg that person up, she didn't spare any compliments to me. She even complimented me on my appearance and physique, which really helped me cheer up. I didn't give it much thought at the time, but after what happened this saturday, things made more sense.
Well, this saturday I woke up to quite a rush in the house. As I got into the living room, my three cousins were all dressed up and ready to go out. They do this thing every once in a while, where my aunt gives them a ride to a specific hyped up shopping mall on the other side of the city, spends the day with one of her friends, and gets the girls by the end of the day. I finished my breakfast, and as I was going back to my room, my aunt and cousins said their goodbyes and went away.
I was kind of happy that I would have the day all to myself. Took my time to shower, shave and clean my room, and when I turned on my TV to watch something on Youtube, about an hour after they had left, I heard a car honking outside. At first I just ignored it, but after the third time, I decided to go up to my window and see who was there. To my surprise, it was aunt Ame! As soon as she saw me by the window, she told me to get dressed and come down. I asked where we were going, and she just said "have some fun".
I swear I never got dressed so quickly in my life. I don't even remember picking my clothes, just rushed down the stairs, locked the door and practically run to her. Everything you could imagine went through my head in that few minutes it took me get into the car. From the dirtiest to the most awkward, everything.
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Can you recommend me your favorite stories?
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I am looking for new reading material, my preferences are femdom with mind control, although I would honestly like to know what other people like too
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[M/s] My 'new' body has changed the dynamic between my sons and I (update 2)
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Hi! Making this post a lot faster than I thought I would cause there's more.
So I work from home (only good thing to come out of covid) and I'm normally always at home when the boys finish work for the day. Usually they walk into my office, give me a hug hello then puddle off to do their own thing for the evening til we get together for dinner. Now, my normal fit at home has been an oversized t shirt (which I mentioned in the last post) for sooooo many years. They're just comfy and with my previously flat chest it really didnt show all that much so modesty wasn't an issue. Since my operation however, they're FAR more perceptible but with everything that's been going on I haven't changed my dress style in front of them. My breasts are suuuper noticeable in these shirts and they even make the shirt finish higher but theyve said they don't mind and so I haven't changed it. When Finn got home, he walked in while I had headphones in so i didn't hear him at all til he was right over me. Gave me quite the fright when he leaned over my back but once that subsided I held his arms wrapping my torso. These 'moments' over the last couple of weeks have gone on a little bit longer than usual but this hug he held me real tight and his hands started shifting around my front just a little. I wanted to see where he went with it but I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy it. When he finally let me go he just slid his hands right up and across my chest, one hand for each breast.
'getting bold' I said cheekily but also trying to gauge his reaction to my blaise approach to this behaviour.
'just couldn't help it' he said matching my energy before walking off. That left me a little flustered and when Dan got home a couple minutes later I got the same treatment from him. Difference was he actually gave them a tiny squeeze when he coming back out from the hug.
'y'know your brother did the exact same thing'.
'oh yeah?' he pondered. 'wonder if that's what made your nipples hard' he said with a laugh. My face went immediately red as I hadn't expected him to call me out like that was kind of....hot? Regardless it left me in a very flustered state to finish work. I told him to go shower before dinner and he said 'what, you're not coming?' with a serious side grin. I still had work to do but after a slap and sending him on his way I thought about what he'd said more and came to the conclusion that i definitely would shower with them again, just not tonight...
Once they'd gotten washed up they started dinner while I showered and that lonliness Ive been feeling in the bathroom came back pretty hard. I had so many thoughts of what we'd done on Sunday and what Dan had said about showering with me again I was getting myself really worked up. While drying off I took another good long look at myself in the mirror, inspecting the surgeons work. I couldn't bring myself to be covered with a shirt again especially after those hugs they'd given I think so I just wore a towel out to meet them in the kitchen where dinner was already being served. Finn saw me first and shot me a smile which I reciprocated and held his hands up to his own chest giving it a squeeze which got a laugh from me. Dan looked over to see what all the fuss was about and when he realised he looked me up and down saying 'why are you even bothering with that' and pointed to the towel.
'modesty, obviously' I said with a twang of sarcasm cause I knew where he was going.
'whatever you say' he said with an eye roll. My eyebrows furled into a frown and with them both still looking at me, I pointed to their shorts and said. 'well let's make a deal then. Ill drop this if you drop them'.
There was little hesitation from both of them as they called my bluff, stripped off, standing naked in front of me. Their dicks I noticed were only half hard but after my eyes being trained on them I watched them grow together in anticipation.
'and now you?' said Finn, breaking me out of my trance. I shook my head, took a deep breath and dropped the towel. Their eyes locked onto me, none of us really moving just stuck in a Mexican standoff while staring at each other's parts. I had to break this moment cause my nerves were gonna kill me if I didn't and I said,
'sooooo, you wanna touch now or after dinner?' Their eyes widened expectedly at what I'd said in such a brazen way. They looked between each other and with a slight nod I almost didn't catch from Dan, Finn said 'now' and he moved towards me. By the time he got to me his cock was fully hard and before he even laid a hand on me I reached out and grabbed it. He let out a long sigh and grabbed at my chest while I beckoned Dan over too. He got the same treatment with hand on cock and boobs in hands. 'much better' I heard Dan say which gave us another giggle and killed some of that tension. Their hands we're very busy, groping and grabbing at me but mine we're too. Wiggling their cocks in my hands but not stroking just yet. I'm actually amazed I held composure enough to stop myself from just jerking them off right then but I was enjoying the cozy feeling we had just too much for that yet. Suddenly the silence was broken by Dan who said, very meekly, 'hey mom.....can I...can I touch your ass again? These are really nice but I just wanna feel that again'. I didn't even ponder his question but instead turned my his towards him and he let go of my breasts and moved a hand around behind me, grabbing and wobbling my ass with it.
'God i love this' Finn breathed and I could only nod as Dan pulled around me even further. I was so fucking wet by this point, barely able to contain myself but only let them know with shorter and shorter breaths. When Dan was fully behind me he got a bit bold himself and squatted down onto his haunches so his face was aligned with my ass and he used both hands to make large circles from my hips, lifting my ass up and letting it drop in full view. With my other hand free from his, I moved it to Finns cock which bent me over slightly and with both hands wrapped around it and without giving it another thought, started stroking it from base to tip. The noise he let out nearly made me drop and he followed it up with 'fuck, mom'. Dan was still preoccupied with my ass and soon I felt his face press up to it. Not between, but on the cheeks but he started kissing it all over. I peered over my shoulder to watch him down there and when I looked back at Finn I just said, 'you can kiss them if you'd like too' while looking at my breasts. My heart was pounding through my whole body the entire time but Finn didn't care cause in an instant he too leaned forward and unlike his brother, didn't go quite as soft but latched his mouth onto my nipples.....
He sucked back and forth between them while I was still stroking his cock and I could feel it pulse with every time he licked me. It's funny to think about after it's all happened cause this sounds ridiculous while I'm typing it out but it was literally the hottest thing I've EVER done. My experience with two guys is zero but there were a lot of fireworks exploding internally while all this was going down. After being stuck in this position for more time than I thought we'd take, I let them go and moved away from them. Taking a deep breath I saw them do the same as we all tried to calm down a little bit I thanked them and said we'd have to eat before dinner got cold. We ate naked like nothing had just happened and spent the rest of the night lounging on the couch watching TV but they felt much freer to lay their hands on my body and stroke while we watched. They went through cycles of getting hard to soft over the next hour depending on where their hands we're and it made me a little sad cause I knew they were pining for a release but then wasn't the moment. When it was bed time we embraced again and I made sure their cocks we're pressed right against my stomach while we did, unable to keep myself away from it.
So yeah this is escalating really fast and if it keeps up I'm not sure at all I won't be able to stop myself from sucking their cocks or more. The talk has to happen before anything else though so that's ASAP once that happens, depending on the outcome, I could very well have my first mfm threesome with them and we can all get the release we desperately crave.
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[S/B] I definitely felt my brother's thing against me last night
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Hi! So ok I dont mean to post like every day but more stuff keeps happening lol. So yesterday like later my mom went to dinner with a friend and me and my brother were home together so we watched Netflix in the living room. (Oh and were both over 18)
Ok so when we were watching the movie I asked him if he still wanted a girlfriend and he said he did. So i asked him what he wanted in a girlfriend and he asked what i meant and i said like what kind of girl he wants be with like to date and he said he wants a girl who is nice and fun and loyal.
Ok so after that i asked him what he wants her to look like and he said he doesnt care but i joked with him a little and he said he said he cares a little. So i asked him what kind of girl does he like and he said he didnt wanna say but i pestered him and he just laughed and said he wanted an average girl. I asked if he liked blondes and he laughed and said yeah.
Then i asked him to say more like what kind of girl he wants. Like what he wants her to be like or look like and he asked why and i said i just really wanted to know. He said he wants a girl whos nice to him and like cares for him. Then he said that he also wanted her to be a "super hot babe" and we laughed at that.
Ok but then he asked what about me and i said I just wanted a boyfriend who was just like him and he asked what i meant and i said someone who looked like him and acted like him and was funny like him. He smiled and said thank you and i said youre welcome and we kissed. I held the kiss out longer than before and he kissed back and he even put his arms around my back and like pulled me closer when we did.
After we kissed we just laughed a little and went back to watching the movie and i put my head on his shoulder. We talked and watched until our mom came home.
When we went to bed we were cuddling like usual but I kept moving my butt against him. He moved around a little when I did. He laughed and asked what i was doing and I said i was trying to get comfy. I did it a few more times and i think i definitely felt his thing in his pants!
He turned the other way and i asked him to cuddle me but he said not right now. But when i said pretty please and kissed him on the cheek he said ok and cuddled me again. I kissed him goodnight. But then he like pressed against me and I defintely felt his thing in his pants! Like i know it was.
We went to sleep and i kissed him good morning today. Were going skiing a little later today so that will be fun. Thank you for advice!
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Wonders of Gaslighting 3 (M/F 20/50+ NC, Mind Control, Superheroine)
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Chapter 3 Wonderful Show and Tell
Gaslighter was my new name, though to Wonder Woman, to the street, and to law enforcement intelligence agencies I was known only as G. To Wonder Woman and law enforcement, I was an intelligence asset that risked life and limb to ferret out the worst of the crimes they could never hope to reach. To the street, I was G, the man to know, the untouchable one, the only major player too tough to muscle in on, but not hungry enough to push for more. What is funny is that having been stuck like this, a master telepath reduced to being able to make one suggestion to one target, at best every five minutes, I had become more dangerous than Maxwell Lord, my one time master, was when Wonder Woman killed him and left me stuck under this damned training lock old Maxi left me with.
You see, Max could afford to be big, to take Superman and make him his bitch right out in the open. Make him his club to beat the world with. I had to think smaller. I couldn't reach out and crush anyone. I had to build inside the people I deal with a new reality, one block at a time. The thing is, when I do it, it is buried down so deep no one can question it. They KNOW it is true, so true if anything conflicts with it, they reject it. The more people I make the same suggestion to, the more they start to fill in the blanks to make it make sense. By the time I started to spread the word about me being a serious player in the shadows, organizations I didn't know anything about already knew about me, and reached out to make sure we were cool. More people believed the legend I created than I ever touched. By now, everyone accepted it had always been so.
I took over a peeler bar from Fast Eddie Coltraine. I threw him under a bus called Wonder Woman for dealing fentanyl that was stacking bodies of dead addicts deep enough people couldn't overlook it anymore. When he got nabbed, I suggested to the bank that they needed to offload his assets before Wonder Woman set the IRS hounds on them, and they agreed. The club was now called Wonderland, and it was the biggest, boldest honey trap you have ever seen. So big a trap, Wonder Woman herself had no idea that the whole three floor building existed only to trap her.
You don't make a proud, smart, strong, and freaking magical woman like Wonder Woman your bitch in a day, and you don't do it by force. She turned Maxwell Lords head all the way around when he defied her, so since I was his apprentice, powers under lock and key until my training was done when she killed him, I would never on my best day be as strong as he was when she killed him. I would not defy her. I would DEFILE her. Debase her, corrupt her, and she would thank me for it every step of the way. She had no idea killing Max neutered me, but guess what Wonder Whore? You have no idea you neutered me, so you can lick my balls to kiss it better.
The cops and street heroes are great at catching the disposable trash of organized crime, but there are so many cut outs, you will never get to the big labs that produce the stuff, the big name investment firms that launder the money. You can at best cut off disposable branches without ever touching the money tree. I ran Maxwell Lords intelligence network, and I knew where to start. Within weeks, everyone knew they always knew me, always trusted me, and knew for a fact they never told me anything that could incriminate them.
I fed Wonder Woman the good shit. I helped her close down entire networks, bag the big boys, grab the money. She just about levitated off the ground when I told her how many lives she saved. Sure, she didn't ask, and I didn't mention that the good heroin was now on the street under my control, and my shit was clean. I wasn't greedy, I didn't want a fast buck, I wanted an undetected buck. I didn't want to own the market, I wanted to own the part of the market no one hated enough to go after. I got in with the safe injection people, got involved with the treatment programs. Dead addicts are bad for business.
Wonder Woman knew I was the reason she was cleaning up the killing drugs, and had no idea she was the hammer taking out my enemies, and building my rep.
She hated coming to visit me as Wonderland. She was the Defender of All Women, Champion of Virtue, and she was in costume meeting me in Wonderland a strip club she suspected was named after her.
She came in, a goddess that made our strippers look like potato sacks. She was sexier when she moved normally than my girls doing a full spready, but at the same time her eyes were like gunsights, like the eyes of an eagle in full dive. She was a living weapon and to be the focus of her gaze made your balls crawl up under your belly button trying to hide. She made my cock harden just walking in.
"Do we really have to meet here? I feel sullied just walking in here. The gaze of these men make me need to shower." Wonder Woman asked as she came to my table at the back of Wonderland, sitting beside me in full view of everyone. She never suspected that the reason the never wondered how I dared play informant with her in uniform in the middle of my own club was because I suggested it wasn't worth thinking about.
"Absolutely essential." I told her. After all, how could I make her my Wonder Whore if she didn't come to my club to get trained? "I am known here as a safe man to come to. In my club, the girls are safe. There are no drugs, There are no street pimps putting pressure on my girls to work for them. They make good money here, and nobody lays a finger on them. This gets me the kind of girls you can't get at the clubs run by street thugs. The kind of people who come here are the ones away from the street. The ones who know things the police would die to know, and which the bosses would kill before anyone got into an interrogation room. They come here, and my girts make them feel safe, make them feel good, make them feel talkative. Then my girls, they talk to me, and I talk to you." I used my power on myself before I began this game, I could not lie to Wonder Woman. She could use the lasso on me and hear the exact same answer to the questions I guided her into asking. Not my fault they aren't what she should have asked.
"Really G, you don't think it beneath me to be seen in a place like this?" Wonder Woman asked, looking like she would have blushed if she were weaker.
I pointed to my bait. It took me three weeks to set up, three weeks and a few nosebleeds and migraines as I pushed my power more often than I should. It isn't enough to plant suggestions. You have to anchor them on something. Show them something then suggest what the learn and they will never question you. Show and Tell.
I pointed to a woman in an expensive business suit. A conservative looking woman, she made more in a year than my whole damned club cost, land included. She was sitting at a table with a dozen men, all her subordinates. At my signal, she got up on stage and began to strip. Her face was, if anything, more arrogant as she stripped then it was in the boardroom. Her juniors looked at her stripping for them not like wolves ready to pounce upon a rabbit, but like worshipers at a shrine. Don't think that didn't take a lot of work to set up. Not a single person was in here that I hadn't already programed to react properly. This was a wonderful game of show and tell, for my Wonder Woman.
"You see that dame there? She is the senior VP in charge of currency trading over at Goldblum Winters and Yatz. Those boys she is stripping for are her team, her traders. Look at her. She knows she is getting seven figures base and more in bonuses because of their work. They make her look good, and they bust their balls doing it. She is their boss, she holds all the power in their relationship, kind of like you and me. That woman? She could make or break their careers with a single text. That gives her the power to be sexy for them. See, a weak woman, she would have to play ice maiden, have to play good girl, or she would worry they would stop respecting her."
I could feel the pressure building in my temples as I pushed the suggestion into her. The woman was still in heels, thigh highs, bun and glasses, but now she was table dancing for each of her subordinates, riding their crotches, squeezing their faces between her tits, spanking her own ass in front of their adoring faces.
"She is strong enough to be sexy in front of them. Strong enough to reward them for helping her look good by being sexy for them. Only strong women dare to be sexy for men." I let my power go. The suggestion was planted, she saw how the woman finished her last song, and sat on the table, spread her legs and spread her labia right in front of some poor overweight balding bastard who looked like he was about to pop an artery and die, then gestured imperiously for him to go fetch her a drink.
He fell on the way to the bar, crawled the rest of the way and ordered her a drink. By the time he got back, the executive being dressing and let the sweating man hold her drink as her subordinates now competed to help her dress.
Wonder Woman looked thoughtful, looking at the female executive, then looking back at me.
"I could never do that." She said.
I took her lasso and wrapped it around my own wrist, binding myself to tell her only the truth.
"You are a thousand times stronger than her, and a thousand times sexier. If she can do it, you can do it. This club is a safe space for women. No man will touch them unless they ask. But I have some more important information to give you. In looking into the fentanyl ring, I came across some female traffickers who were using the same smuggling and distribution ring, did you want me to look into it for you? It shouldn't be too risky for me."
Every word I said was truth. After all, there would be no risk to me. Plus, those girls were working for the kind of pimps who left bodies in allies, who brought the cops down on everyone. I didn't need that crap in my city. Besides, you didn't need to kidnap women to find hookers, and you got a lot more money from healthy, happy, skilled hookers than broken drug addicted diseased kids. Honestly, scum these days give bad guys a bad name. I wouldn't regret setting my little Wonder Bitch on them, they deserved what they got. Like I deserved what I was going to get.
We talked for half an hour, I was very clear about what I knew, what I suspected, and what I figured I could get safely. Not knowing I cheated, she was way to impressed with how brave I was. Every five minutes when I felt my power had restored I would slip another suggestion into the conversation.
Wonder Woman caught a guy walking past my booth to the bathroom looking down her cleavage so hard he walked into a pillar and complained "I hate it when little perverts like that look at my tits and ass." She said.
I hit before she could finish the thought. "But you love me looking at your tits and ass." I put a lot behind it. She gave no resistance at all. She was already convincing herself what a hero I was, and how bad she felt about not doing anything for me, so my suggestion just shaped what she was already thinking. Anchored it. Directed it.
She blushed. "Yes G, I do like it when it's you."
I got back on topic before she had a chance to think about that, got her all filled with fire about saving those poor smuggled girls from a fate worse than death, then when she got up to leave, I rushed the timing on my next suggestion enough that I would proably collapse for the next half a day.
I reached out and slapped her ass in front of the whole club. As I had primed them all to, they all cheered and wolf whistled, the girls even clapped.
As she turned to punch me through the back wall, I hit her with my last suggestion.
"You really love when I do that to you here in the club."
She stopped, looking stunned as the suggestion slid home, the final brick in a construct I had been labouring all night to complete, and all month to set up. While she was confused and not sure what to do, I struck with my words, not my power.
"Go now Wonder Woman. I can only find those girls; it takes a Superheroine like you to save them!"
I shit you not, she reached out and stroked my cheek as she turned to run out. She glanced back to see me watching her ass when she ran, and smiled at me.
Show and Tell was over, my little honey was getting comfortable in the trap.
I am Gaslighter. I am not Maxwell Lord. I will never be the super villain I was supposed to be, but I will be the one to make Wonder Woman my bitch.
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Escapee Asked if She Could Hide in my Apartment. Part 1
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So basically I was living alone in my parents apartment. I'm 18 and just got done with my final exams and was chilling. My parents own a farmhouse and they leave me alone for half the time. It was around 10 A.M in the morning and I was feeling super horny. I was about to open pornhub when I heard the doorbell ring.
I sighed and pulled up my pants and slogged my way over to the door. When I opened it what I saw surprised me. It was a brunette that was around 5 foot 5 and had nice round tits. "Can I hide here please? The police are looking for me for a crime I didn't commit. They are trying to lock me up for something I didn't do. Please help." I looked into her cute pleading eyes.
I just got the most brilliant Idea. I told her I can help her only if she agrees to spending 24 hours with me without saying no to anything. It includes having sex as many times as I want. I made the sex part really clear. She had no other choice but to agree. I told her to hide in the cabinet that we always keep locked. Then I heard the door ring again. This time it was the police.
"Did anyone ring your doorbell or come inside?" they asked. I replied with "no officer, any problem?" They told me that there was a prisoner who escaped and that they needed to check my house. I said sure because the worst thing that would happen is they would find her. I can just tell the police that she threatened me about knowing my location and sending her friends over to kill me. They started to check the house and I sat down and started playing videogames. I think that removed any suspicion about me because they didn't even try to open the cabinets and left.
After they left I opened the cabinet and she came out. "What's your name?" I asked. "Jenna" she replied. The time was 10:30 Am at that moment and I told her she was free to leave around the same time tomorrow. She agreed. The first thing I wanted us to do was to take a shower together. She was a bit hesitant at first but then she obliged and took off her clothes. We jumped in the shower and oh my was her ass perfect. I poked my dick on her ass a couple of times and wanted to stuff it in. I stayed patient though and rubbed her body with body wash. I fondled her boobs and she stroked my dick a couple of times. After we were done showering we dried up.
She was rubbing the water out of her hair when I picked her up and turned her around and pinned her to the wall. I started making out with her feeling up her entire body. She was perfect. Then I carried her to the bed and threw her on it. Then I went to town on her pussy making her shake. Her pussy was the juiciest thing I ever licked. It was amazing. I started to finger fuck her. The was shaking so hard it felt amazing. My dick was throbbing so I couldn't stand it anymore and fucked her. First I fucked her in missionary and I came in her.
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[M/s] My 'new' body has changed the dynamic between my sons and I (update 4)
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Hi there! I really could have updated here wednesday on what happened cause there was more to tell but I'm glad I waited; this post will cover then and last night.....(nothing from tonight cause sadly they're out again but this weekend already looks so promising).
Since Saturday night, after the blow/handjob I gave them things have definitely been feeling different around the house. The first half of the week everything felt faaaaar more sexually charged in both looks between each other and 'casual' touching. We never went further than just playful teasing though because I'm not sure than any of us really knew how to proceed from that night. I KNEW we all wanted to do the same again but theres still that familial barrier we needed to push through again. I think that taking time with this and not pushing anyone into anything is the best course but god damn if I wasn't breathing in heavy air with all that tension building. In hindsight it only served to make us all hornier and I'm glad we had that little break because it made Wednesday feel all the more sweeter......
Wednesday night I was at my computer working again when they got home and gave the usual over the shoulder hug, just some light breast grazing though but I guess with a few days off it felt like an invitation that afternoon. The electricity I felt when they touched me then was palpable; so intense it puts me in a stunned state. Those few days of not being touched just had me longing for more and I thought it would be time to brooch the subject again over dinner. When the three of us we're eating and talking about our days my mind wasn't really in the conversation. I was absent, dreaming away about holding their cocks again and not really paying attention to anything. Finn noticed my truancy first and said 'is everything okay mom? You look aittle.....off'. As soon as he said that I snapped back, realising my lack of attention and tried to refocus.
'yeah I'm fine honey' I said with an attempted smile. Dan saw I was absolutely lying and pushed gently, 'penny for them?' I thought for a while about how to respond to them, eyes darting between them and wondering if I should just come straight out and say it. I decided I should say it since honestly has been the working policy thus far so I blurted:
'i want to do it again, what we did on Saturday. If you want to of course.....' My heart was pumping so hard even though I knew they'd want to. It's still a very new feeling, asking your son's if they want a blowjob. Their eyes shot open, I don't think they expected this level of openness from me at that time but instead looked between me and each other with open eyes. Dan shifted in his seat just a little so to help them along I clarified, 'i want to make you both come if you're not getting that bit' I said with a touch of nervous laughter in my voice. They still looked a bit shocked but Dan broke their silence by saying 'dont know about him but id really like that' and pointed at Finn. Finn look appalled at his brother's response and quipped back 'hey yes I'd love that. Im just.....shy' and looked back at me for motherly support. I gave him a sad smile and said 'i knew you would, why don't we get washed up now then see what happens. I'll start us off now though' and I stood up, took my long shirt off and stood naked before them. 'I could get really used to this' I said before picking up some plates and walking into the kitchen with 4 eyes locked squarely on my ass while I did. The three of us washed up with them still clothed and me buck naked. Finally once the kitchen was all wrapped up I stood by the door and said 'follow me' and beckoned them into following me to my bedroom. Once we got there they we're obviously as excited and nervous as me cause when I turned I saw them both dropping their shorts with a slight tremble in their fingers as they did. When the three of us we're naked they moved in, Finn grabbing my boobs and Dan on my ass which is custom now. They've got their favourite bits and I'm happy to let them squeeze whatever they want. All our breathing increased as we played, my tugging at their cocks and their hands on my body, pinching and grabbing at my extremities. It took zero time before they were hard as rocks and my hands knew it, feeling two, specifically their, dicks so full of blood is still suuuuuch a fucking rush. Eventually though, with a brief kiss on both their cheeks I knelt down in front of them and stared right at their cocks lined next to each other at my face.
'still not quite used two of these yet' I giggled from my position, 'but I'm really starting to like it' I said before putting the head of Dan's cock in my mouth and playing with his tip on my tongue. He groaned so I passed from his to Finns with the same treatment. I felt my new boobs swinging around with every movement my head gave and their sounds had me so charged. I wanted to give them the best blowjob they've ever had but with two to take care of it was a bit tough. The cock that wasn't in my hand got a very sloppy handjob before I'd switch it up a bit. When they we're about to come they started talking to me too, things like 'ugh that feels so fucking good mom, suck my cock'. Hearing this actually made me feel like a lover rather than a mother and only made me hungrier for their orgasm. Just as Finn was about to come he breathed 'can I come on your tits' and I obliged by pulling his cock out of my mouth and aiming it onto my chest, tugging at him with both hands. Dan must've been really close too because he replaced my hands and started jerking himself off, pointed down at my breasts too. Dan came first then Finn in a similar way as they painted my chest. It feels different with fake boobs, not bad just different, especially looking down to a sight id never seen before. Two new loads on two new breasts hahaha. Once they'd caught their breaths I stood up, trying not to let any come drip onto the floor but some ran right down my body and that felt so so good. We all showered off and went to bed.
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Thursday morning felt different again. I guess the second session had everyone feeling calmer and more able to freely grab/flirt without the thought of imaginary consequences. Each time I'd walk by one they'd reach out for a grab/slap and I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy the hell out of it. Being fawned over by two guys is something but I was feeling the same sort of way with them. When I laid breakfast in front of them I lent over even further than normal to grab at them through their work pants and their sighs let me know something would be happening that night. Through the day I had so many thoughts about where this could/would all lead but again reassured myself that things will happen when/if they happen and I reminded myself not to get ahead of anything. Just enjoy these moments as they happen and bode time for the next time we were alone.
Once the longest day of my life so far was over I heard them get home and my heart was filled with joy and nerves (in that order). I greeted them with a kiss and I was greeted with a grab, boobs for Finn, ass for Dan. Each embrace lasted longer than any hug Ive given them in the past but I loved every second of holding them up to my body like that. Prior to dinner the three of us were on the couch again just talking about the day we'd had and Finn said 'i couldn't concentrate all day'. Dan nodded in agreement and I didn't have to clarify what he meant because I was in the same boat.
'I know what we could do to help with that' I blurted out, completely unable to stop myself; even if I wanted to. They gave me side grins with open eyes once again but we all knew what was coming cause the three of us got up, stripped off then they got back on the couch and I took my spot between them. My hands went onto their cocks and theirs on my thighs but Dan piped up and said 'can I play with your ass? That's what I've been thinking about all day'.
'of course, but I'll have to lay across you if we stay here'
'you won't hear me complaining' said Finn.
I giggled while standing up and lining myself up with the couch before falling down over their legs. There was a bit of shifting from all of us to get to where they needed me to be. We settled with my ass right in Dan's lap and Finns cock laying right in front of my face. 'let me know if I'm too heavy okay?' I said gently before taking Finn in my mouth. This felt far more my speed just having one sock to focus on and Finns moans let me know it. As I sucked and kissed all along his cock I had both hands free to grab at his balls and jerk him while Dan was far more preoccupied with my ass. Jiggling and pulling the cheeks apart I'm sure he got quite the view. Finns hands we're on my breasts and the back of my head, using my hair to guide my head up and down his cock. Pretty soon he reached down for his own cock and pulled it out of my mouth, instead pointing it towards and slapping it against my boobs which gave me and him a giggle.
'can you um....' Finn started very softly. 'could you use them to get me?' I looked up at him and grinned before saying 'once dan is done'. He was still totally captivated down under my waist but eventually he gave me an 'okay, you can move' slap and I slid down off them onto my knees and in front of Finn.
'y'know, Ive never been able to do this before so forgive me if it doesn't feel all that great' I said while lifting his cock into the gap of my breasts. Dan was looking on, watching our every move and not wanting him to feel left out I opened my and looked at him. He got the message really quick before he moved over to fill the hole in my face while I started bouncing. Finn was watching on in amazement at the sight before him and I wish I'd had that view cause it's quite complicated trying to suck and boob job at the same time 😅 eventually though Finn started breathing really REALY fast and I knew he wasn't far off; just as I was about to look back to him he came, up and onto my breasts but nothing went up and onto my face. I kept up the rubbing on his cock til his very last twitch them let go ouf myself and started jerking dan two handed into my mouth. He started groaning and grunting too before he came directly into my mouth. I so turned on you couldn't have paid me to have him come anywhere else.
When things died down a little we all went off to shower before sitting down for dinner (still naked) and we spent the rest of the night just cuddling each other on the couch watching tv. God this weekend feels like there's something big brewing and I cannot WAIT til they're home again tomorrow!
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[M/S] [S/b] I am very attracted to my sons. Update 435. He kissed me and I am still charged up.
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I have been awake all night, filled with lust and touching myself as I writhed all over my bed like an out-of-control sex fiend. At one point I was so aroused, I had to go to Michael's room and ride his big cock like an animal. I cannot find satisfaction with my fingers, my collection of toys or even my son's dick. Rarely am I this horny and I feel nearly uncontrolled. I don't know how to not be distracted all day at work.
Last evening, I went to visit my half-brother Pat and his children. I knew Lynn was working and I planned a quick visit. My excuse for stopping by was that I had some nail kits that I had bought for his daughters and some baseball cards for his son. After giving the girls a lesson in nail care, I asked Pat to come to the garage with me.
He looked nervous, as he always does when he knows he is about to be the victim of his little sister's sexual persecution. As I was hoping, Lynn had left some delicious cinnamon clove cigarettes on the counter, and I took one.
We stood and talked until I made it obvious; I could see the bulge on his jeans. He sat as he tried to hide it and I playfully hopped on his lap and smiled diabolically as my face was inches from his. I lit up the dark papered, fancy cigarette and felt his eyes on me as I exhaled hard through my nose.
"Want some" I teased as I placed the sweet cigarette to his lips.
He backed his head away as he always does. I pretended to pout and looked sad.
"Why can't you just live a little?" I asked as I wiggled my ass against his obvious boner.
"We shouldn't do this" He muttered nervously.
Moving my face closer to his, I saw his lips parting slightly. Smooth and gently, I let the tip of my tongue slide from my wanton mouth and delicately pushed it between his full lips before retracting it and smirking.
"It's our little secret" I whispered while still gazing into his eyes, prepared to wait silently until he made a move.
He sharply took a deep breath and then, for the first time, my half-brother kissed me. Immediately, we were in a full on make-out session for at least fifteen minutes. I grinded on his bulge and he squeezed my ass hard as he kissed.
Our luscious moment was interrupted by the abrupt sound of tiny feet running across the laundry room tile toward the garage. I leapt my feet and acted as casually as possible. One of his daughters poked her head out to ask her dad a question. I tried to take a drag from my cigarette, but it was no longer burning. She did not seem to notice.
Pat look nearly panicked and had to tend to his kids. I left wanting and needing more.
**My sons are 22 and 27. I assure you, I am not your soul mate.**
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[M/S] I am very attracted to my sons. Update 391. A little surprise for the boys from their voracious mother.
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Shortly after the boys arrived at home, they left to go have a beer together. I instructed them to be home before dinner time. As I cleaned a little and began to prepare dinner, I came up with a predative idea.
In my bedroom, I slipped into a short, form fitting burgundy dress, black heels, white gold hoop earrings and no panties. I pulled my hair into a French Twist and felt like Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct (a film I have watched with many lovers).
When the garage door opened, I sat facing the door. My right hand held an unlit, 100mm cigarette next to my ear and I sipped a lovely single malt scotch. Mommy felt sexy, powerful and raptorial. I smirked and stared intensely at the door with my legs crossed.
Patrick walked into the house, looking over his shoulder and talking to Michael. They both stopped and stared at their wicked mom. Slowly, I uncrossed and recrossed my legs as they watched without a word.
Smoothly, I then placed both feet on the floor and spread my legs enough to give them a full view of their birthplace. Still smirking and feeling naughty, I saw them each growing hard in their jeans and stand dumbfounded.
"Well?" I asked seductively.
As soon as I set my glass on the side table, Patrick lunged toward me, lifted me onto his shoulder and took me to my bedroom, locking the door behind us. I giggled as he carried me like I was as light as a feather.
He pulled his cock out and barely removed his clothes before he was pummeling my wet womanhood with a sexy vengeance. Patrick held my hair tight and looked deep into my eyes. I screamed his name as he gave his mother exactly what she wanted. I had no idea which of my sons was going to fuck me, but I knew one of them would fuck me fiery enthusiasm.
Once we had finished, I went to the patio, his seed dripping from me to have that cigarette and finish my drink. Motherhood definitely has its privileges.
**My sons are 27 and 22. I cannot help you seduce your sister, mom, daughter or any other female relative.**
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[B/S][M/S] I'm visiting my parents and I've distanced myself.
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Hey friends.
Hope ya’ll are doing well.
I have a relatively uneventful update for you. The last few days have been busy with reflection and time to myself.
Time was dedicated to read and reflect on every single comment I received. I’m sorry I didn’t respond to any of them. It didn’t feel like the time - or topic to necessarily engage in conversation.
Based on your comments, I have a few takeaways that I think left the biggest impression. The first one many of you pointed out is that I tend to go through these situations acting as if all this shit is happening to me. And that I enter these horny scenarios going “oh no, what am I to do but engage?!”
I don’t think that’s an inaccurate description. I mean, it definitely doesn’t feel like that form inside my head. I often am aware of being an extremely active participant of these events, but I understand your role in this whole thing is to tell me things I may not notice. And mine is to be open to it. So I’ve decided to have a clear path of what I want and actively move towards it. Rather than expecting things to happen by themselves.
The second highly important thing some of you pointed out is that perhaps I’m a toxic person. Aaaaaand… I mean… Maybe?
Ok, so from the get go, I do not think I’m being toxic. But that’s probably exactly what every single toxic person thinks. So I’m very much trying to approach this being as open minded as possible. And part of that includes admitting that perhaps I don’t see terrible person behaviors when I engage in them.
Based on those two things, I think I’ve decided the best ‘goals’ I can have right now are:
Stay away from my sister. The relationship is no longer there, she doesn’t want to be around me and the worst thing to do right now is to try to force any reconciliation to happen.
Actually spend time with my dad. To focus on what the original purpose of this trip was and have more one on one time with him.
To keep a certain distance from my family. Just so that it’s not the only thing that happens in my life.
I feel like my writing is so shit right now. It’s late, I can’t sleep and just wanted to come and rant a little.
Those are the main lessons. There was quite a bit more some of you suggested, but I feel like those are the two most actionable items.
In terms of actual updates, not much has happened. I’ve spent the whole week at my grandma;s house. Gotta be super honest, pretty depressive shit. The whole house is just empty, with the exception of the couch and my bed. So there isn’t necessarily much to do here. But, the good thing is that it’s kept me motivated to spend time out of the house.
I work from a different cafe every day, and I’ve been visiting a lot of my old friends, either going out for dinner or being invited over to their houses. It’s been nice.
Mom’s been in contact with me. She calls me every day to check in. She told me things with Dad have been really good. That after she reached out to him, they’ve both been making a genuine effort to connect. And that, at least this week, she feels really happy with where things are at with him.
I have spent some more time with him as well. We went out for lunch twice and met up to play pool and have beers late last night. It really was something that needed to happen.
While we were at the pub yesterday, something interesting happened…
He was winning. We’re very competitive so I was fully in the zone, trying to catch up. Out of nowhere, super casually, while he leaned over the table he said “Your mom mentioned everything you two have been up to.”
Taken by surprise, I stood there quietly, not knowing what to say., So he simply continued, in the most relaxed tone, “Oh don’t worry. We’re all cool. It’s not like I didn’t figure. Like I said before to you, I am glad she’s been able to have an outlet.”
I mumbled something about how I didn’t really want to do anything behind his back, but also felt awkward about basically outing mom to him. Shaking his head, he chuckled and told me there isn’t anything my mom would do that they would not communicate about. “It’s fine, man,” he finished, “let’s play.”
And that was about all we discussed about the topic. It was nice to know we’re good, though. God knows there’s enough drama in the family.
I started writing last night and fell asleep. So this is Morning Select coming to you.
I have one final, less sleep-deprived note. I understand I’ve made a big ol mess. But I think a part of me can fix it. I just need to listen to it. And you guys…
Alright, that’s about all that’s happened. My sister is going to an event all day and spending the night at a friend's house. So my parents invited me over for dinner, to keep them company. I’m actually excited. Although I’ve seen/talked to them every day, it does feel a little special to be able to hang out for a while.
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[MF] With a cock that big, it was hard not to cheat
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Last year I (19F) had to attend a big track and field event that required a few days stay in a hotel. I was there with one of the male runners who was in his 20s and the team put us all up in our own hotel rooms. In the evening I dropped into my teammates room as we were going to go out for food. He was still getting ready and was just out of the shower, he came into the room to get some boxer shorts which he quickly put on, but not before, well let’s just say I saw everything. I was a little shocked at how open he was but I didn’t say anything as I didn’t want to appear like a prude.
His penis was big, there was no not looking at it, it was long and thick and swung when he walked. With his boxer shorts on the shaft was easily visible. My boyfriend at the time was decently-endowed but not like this, I’d never seen a penis that big in real life. After I’d gotten over the shock of my teammate showing me everything I just filed it away in my mind as a little treat for me.
On the final evening after the events we were having drinks together as a group and liquor courage got the best of me, and my teammate and I were flirting a little. He asked if I enjoyed seeing his package and I said that I did, that it was quite impressive. He asked if he was bigger than my boyfriend and I confessed that he was. I was wearing a mid thigh-length skirt and he put his hand on my leg and slowly moved it up a few inches above my knee. I let him, but added that there were probably single girls there that he could probably hook up with, but he said he’d always found me attractive. I told him it was a track and field event so I hadn’t packed any lingerie and hadn’t tended my garden, besides I was taken. He took my hand under the table and placed it on his crotch and again I found myself letting him. In fact I even gripped him and ran my fingers along his bulge, my pussy was even starting to tingle.
“Let’s go to my room” he said, but I said no, I couldn’t, but I didn’t stop him when he took me by the hand and we left the bar area. We were soon in his room and he lay on the bed. I took my pantyhose and panties down under my skirt, then I undid his pants and pulled them and his boxers down to his knees. His cock was hard and sprang out. I got on top and angled his head to the entrance of my pussy and sat back onto him as deep as I could take it in. It slid in easily as I was already wet and it felt amazing. I slowly bounced up and down on him, just using his hard cock while I rubbed on my clit. I kept my eyes closed to focus on the sensation of being filled and stretched by this eager older dick, in my mind it was just like riding a dildo but so much better, and I was able to bring myself to orgasm, gripping his shaft tight as my pussy convulsed along with my body.
Orgasm over I got off of him but he positioned me in doggy style on the bed, lifted my skirt and slid himself back in from behind. I gripped onto the headboard as he fucked me, driving his cock into my wet, hairy pussy until he came himself, filling me with cum which ran out and down my legs when he withdrew.
I went to the bathroom to clean up and we returned to the bar, hoping no one noticed I was no longer wearing pantyhose, and of course only myself and he knew I was also no longer wearing panties. We mingled with other people and chatted, them oblivious to the fact that I had just taken the biggest dick I've ever had.
The next morning I was filled with shame, but also conflict. I had to resolve that I had effectively cheated on my boyfriend, but it wasn’t an emotional cheat, I just wanted to experience a larger penis. We hadn’t kissed and he hadn’t really even seen me naked. I’d gladly never see him again either but I knew we’d have to so I had to get over it. I waited for him in the hotel lobby and we checked out and he seemed perfectly normal like nothing had even happened which made me feel a little better. Until he passed me a plastic bag that had my pantyhose and panties in which I quickly stuffed in my luggage, my face burning red.
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Daphne's Desperation (Part 1 and 2) [F22/M25][Mdom, cons nc, exhib, humil]
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This story will have more nc elements in later parts but these parts are strictly dubcon or con.
**Fired!**
Daphne’s boss had been a real dick. She was little more than his glorified coffee girl even though her official position was secretary. He would order her to fetch him coffee every two hours on the dot. After her second time bringing it late he reprimanded her.
“You stupid slut. You have one job. Bring me my coffee on time and still your female brain can’t even seem to manage that.”
“I’m sorry Sir.”
“Is it hard to be on time for your stupid slut brain?”
“No Sir.”
“Then why has it happened three times already?”
“I don’t know Sir.”
“You don't know”, her boss chuckled to himself. More for his own benefit than hers. “I think you’re in denial. You need to say it.”
“Say what Sir?”
“Say sorry that your stupid slut brain prevents you from completing even the most simple tasks.”
Daphne had felt tears well up in her eyes as the man berated her. Then a sharp sense of anger rushed through her. How dare he talk to her like that? This was unprofessional. She had played along with most of his demands. Shortening the length of her skirts and making sure to always have a few of her blouses buttons undone. He had even insisted she refer to him and all of her other male coworkers as “Sir”. She obeyed all of it desperate to keep the job but this was too much. Just like that Daphne decided to quit.
“Well you’ll have to find another stupid slut then because I quit.”
Her boss chuckled, rolling his eyes. She faltered a bit, having hoped for a more dramatic reaction.“Good luck getting a real job with that slutty brain between your ears.”
Daphne rushed back to her desk and gathered her belongings. She kept her head down as she practically ran past all of her coworkers who had undoubtedly just heard the altercation. They probably thought she had a stupid slut brain too. Her desk was located right next to the office entrance making it so she felt like she was constantly on display. It also placed her right next to the exit which she was thankful for in the moment.
In a few moments she had gathered the last of her belongings and made her way to the parking lot. Once she was safely inside her car and locked the doors she finally broke down. Piercing sobs erupted from deep in her throat as she felt a great shame rise in her chest.All her life she had been told she was too stupid to be anything but a slut. Her teachers, male peers, and even a few family members swore that it was all she would ever be good for. When her boss berated her it took her back to those days.
The helpless girl who nobody saw anything in. Even after attending a four year university it was rare for a man to see her as anything more than a fucktoy.
A nagging voice always whispered at the edge of Daphne’s mind after these situations. A sneaking feeling that maybe the men just knew better. Maybe she was only good at being an object of pleasure. The thoughts began overwhelming her and she shook them from her head so she could begin the drive home.
When she arrived home she did the only thing she could think of and called her best friend Jason. He answered the phone on the second ring. Instantly picking up on her state of distress.
“Hey Daph, what’s going on”
“Jason, I got fired!”
Daphne couldn’t help herself and the sobs started up again. She did her best to retell the story in between sobs as Jason sat quietly on the other end of the phone. When she finished he continued to sit silently for a moment. Clearly processing everything she just said.
“I’m coming over”, he finally said.
She agreed to the meeting and hung up.He arrived not even half an hour later. As soon as he stepped inside she wrapped her arms around him.
“Don’t cry. This isn’t the end of the world! Besides, I think I may have a job that you could make a ton of money from.”
“Really? That’s amazing! What is it?”, she replied. The beginnings of hope brewing in her chest.
“My friend makes these videos with girls and people are willing to pay a ton of money for them!”
“What kind of videos Jason?”
“Oh he just had some fun with them”, Jason ran his eyes up and down her body, “you’d be a great fit.”
Daphne’s first reaction was anger but Jason was her friend. He was probably just trying to help. It wasn’t like he was only suggesting that because he thought she had a slut brain. “I’m not ready to stoop that low, but… thanks for offering. You’re a good friend.”
Jason didn’t bring it up again but she would think about the offer many times over the coming months as she searched for a job that would take her.
**Giving In**
Daphne spent months looking for a new job. She visited online job sites, submitted applications, and followed up. She didn’t hear back from a single place. While her fruitless search continued Jason’s offer stayed at the back of her mind.
After the umpteenth application was denied she gave in. Jason picked up on the third ring and she confessed that she wanted to take the job. She could hear the smile in his voice when he asked to come over.
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“I’m just really nervous about the shoot.”
“Don’t be”, Jason said softly, stroking the hair falling over her cheek, “They’re gonna love you.”
“But what if they don’t? I’m just so nervous about getting fucked on camera. I don’t know what faces to make. How to sound.”
“Just be natural. Getting in your head will just stress you out. If you are really worried though, I think I may have a solution.”
“Please, anything. I just need to calm down.”
“You just need a little practice run before the real deal.”
“A practice run? Like practice having sex?”
“Exactly, but in front of a camera! Besides how long has it been since you were even fucked?”
Daphne blushed as she thought of the honest answer. At a healthy twenty-two years old and a fresh college graduate she hadn’t gotten laid since high school. Her first and only high school boyfriend had insisted they consummate their relationship at their senior graduation party. After bothering her about it all night, she finally agreed.
He took her virginity in a stranger’s guest room. It had been a painful experience and he had done little to mitigate the discomfort. After what felt like hours but was only about ten minutes he came in her sore and bleeding pussy. Barely letting a few seconds pass he had pulled out and made her lick his cock cleaned. Her inexperienced tongue licked the cum dripping down his cock. There wasn’t much as most of it had been deposited inside of her. Then he dressed and made some lame excuse to leave. The next morning she texted him only to find that he had blocked her. Jason coughed, pulling her from the memory.
“Well, it has been a while”, she quickly replied.
“Then it’s settled. You just need a little practice!”
After the statement left his lips he walked over to her coffee table and set her phone on the table. She saw her messy hair and already smeared makeup in the camera as he pressed record. Then he was back on the couch. Lowering his hand to her bare thigh and began gently stroking her skin. Daphne let out a quiet exhale as she felt a warm wetness growing between her thighs. His hands continued until they were under her dress and rubbing over her panities.
He continued the circular motions over her underwear as he leaned down kissing her. She didn’t reciprocate for a moment, shocked by the gesture. Then she kissed him back with a passion. He matched her pace and it wasn’t long before they were making out. His fingers left her mound which was nearly soaked.
“I’m gonna take these off”, Jason said. It wasn’t a question.
He pushed her back so her back was flat against the couch cushions. Hooking his fingers around either side of her pantries he pulled them down revealing her near dripping pussy. With one hand he spread her legs apart. With the other one he started to rub her bare mound again before slipping a single finger inside. She moaned from the small insertion like he was actually fucking her. The intense reaction brought a smile to Jason’s face. Not that she would take any notice as her eyes were scrunched up in pure ecstasy.
After a few moments of pumping the one finger in and out of her he slipped another in eliciting the same orgasmic reaction. Then he adjusted himself and lowered his face down between her spread legs. One lick sent Daphne into a slurry of gibberish and moans. He licked a few patches against her clit to her loud moans and whines. Then he fully wrapped his lips around her slit sucking against the little bead while running his tongue back and forth across it.Daphne shuddered at first before her body started spasming from the stimulation. Her incoherent whimpers grew louder and Jason could tell she was nearing orgasm.
He stayed consistent, working his mouth and fingers. It only took a few more minutes before Daphne let out an almost scream and started spasming even harder around his fingers. After coming down from the orgasm Jason only amped up his motions. Daphne tried to wriggle off of his fingers but he placed his free forearm across her body. Leaving her stuck and helpless to the pleasure being inflicted on her.
Her body was especially sensitive from the orgasm only a few moments prior and her moans only grew louder as he brought her to the brink of her second orgasm. The feeling of it washed over him, making her shake even harder. Jason never stopped pumping his fingers bringing her back into the state of arousal before she could even full process her peak.His tongue did not feel good anymore. The bumpy muscle continued working her sore clit regardless as she begged Jason to stop. Uselessly she pushed against his broad body but he stayed locked in place. Keeping her restrained with the use of only one arm.
He didn’t stop until almost an hour had passed. His fingers and tongue had worked five orgasms out of Daphne. When he finally removed himself she didn’t react. The string of whimpers and babbles still coming from her mouth were barely whispers.
Jason had grown a painfully large erection after all of her orgasms so he decided to initiate the second part of the practice. He grabbed Daphne by the back of the head and flipped her body around so she was pointed towards the middle of the couch. Then he sat down motioning to his cock.Her overstimulated mind could not think of much else but compliance so she obeyed and took his member in her mouth.
He let her work at it for a few moments. Gently bobbing her head up and down his shaft while she swirled her tongue around his tip. After allowing her slow pace, Daphne felt a hand grip her hair. The fingers clutched so tightly that it hurt but not in an unpleasant way. Jason started working her head up and down his cock. It was a manageable pace but she still couldn’t help her gags as her forehead pressed against his hip.
He continued the slow pace for a few moments before speeding up. With a single hand dripping her hair he worked himself in her throat. He was near pounding her as tears started to leak out of her eyes. A pool of saliva was beginning to form around his cock as she drooled around it.He continued using her throat until she felt the hard member begin to twitch. A few seconds later warm streams of cum shot deep in her throat. The depth leaving her no choice but to swallow the salty fluid.
He held her head down on his cock until she had gotten every last drop of his cum. Finally he released her head and she gasped, not realizing how deprived of oxygen she had become.Jason reached over and stopped the recording.
“This is a great video. I’m going to send it to you so you can see how slutty you looked.”
Normally when a man called her a slut she had the intelligence to be offended but Jason said it like a compliment. Besides the rush to her cunt *definitely* made her feel like it was a compliment. He continued.
“I’m going to send this to my friend too. I want him to see exactly what type of girl he’s getting.”
Something about the statement left her a little confused but she figured he was just referring to the earlier comment. Besides maybe after seeing the video Jason’s friend would up her pay!
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My stepmom, her real estate agent and her daughter. Pt3
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After my encounter with my step mom, she seemed to be in a better mood. She seemed happy and more active. She dressed a little more sexy than normal too. Wearing t-shirts with no bra on and shorts that were a little too short to wear out I pubic. Seems like getting some dick has motivated her to be happy and to get back into shape.
I wasn't sure if I'd get to fuck her again. I had always thought about it before but now, it wouldn't be a bad thing to happen more often. In reality, I really wanted to fuck the reality agent. It also seemed that the agent was over more often and for longer periods of time. She also dressed a little more slutty too. I would flirt with her heavily but she still seemed to ignore me. I wasn't sure if my stepmom had told her about us fucking. If she did, she didn't seem impressed, until...
The next Saturday, my stepmom told me to come over to fix something. When I arrived, I saw the real-estate lady's car. I really didnt want to see her because all of my flirting was coming up empty and I was ready to give up.
When I walked in, I didn't see anyone downstairs. When I yelled for my stepmom, she said they were upstairs in her room. When I walked into the room, both the real-estate agent and my stepmom were naked, in the 69 position with stepmom on bottom. I froze and took in the sights. The agent's ass was in the air and looked better than I could imagine. I could tell she was hairless down below and very wet.
She raised up off of my stepmom and turned towards me. This was the first view of her naked breasts. Once again, better than I imagined. Fake, probably DDDs with small areolas and nipples. She sat on the end of the bed and motioned me to come closer.
"Come here and let me see this dick your stepmom has been bragging about. If it's close to what she says, we're going to have a great time."
I walked over to her, hard as I rock, and let her pull my shorts off as I took my shirt off. I heard her giggle as my hard cock smacked against my abdomen. She grabbed my cock by the base and engulfed me almost to the base. She held her mouth tight as she slowly slid up. She did that several times before stopping and telling me to lay on the bed.
She climbed onto my face and lowered her pussy onto my face. I could feel the heat coming from her pussy before it hit my tongue that waiting for her. As I started to enjoy her pussy, I felt my stepmom's mouth on my cock. She was giving me a nice sloppy blowjob but I was concentrating on the pussy on my face.
A couple of minutes go by and I hear the headboard start hitting the wall and the agent start to whimper. A gush of liquid hits my face as she cums. I flinch but I can't escape the squirting juices. She lifts up off of my face and I'm able to catch my breath.
"I guess I should have warned you I'm a squirter. I didn't expect you to be that good. Now, let's see if that cock feels just as good."
She slides down my body, grabs my cock and pushes me all in. Her pussy isn't tight but it's not loose either. It feels perfect. She worked me like no woman has ever done before. It wasn't 5 minutes before I was ready to cum. I told her but she kept going. I gripped the sheets and my body shook as I came.
Once she hopped off of me, my stepmom put me in her mouth. She sucked me and kept me hard. The agent was now on her hands and knees, telling me to fuck her again. I could see my cum dripping out of her when I moved behind her and slipped back inside her.
I fucked her hard and when I tired some, she started to back into me to keep the pace fast. This last a good 15 minutes until I came again. Luckily she came a couple of times so she had enough of me. After I came, she fell onto the bed, out of breath. I fell beside her, also out of breath.
"Damn boy, you can fuck and stay hard. I like you. I can see why my daughter wants to fuck you all the time. Her and I are going to have to figure a way to share time with you. Plus time for your stepmom. We don't want to leave her out."
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[MF] The time my buddy invited me to take care of his wife
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~ This story has a bit of build up, if you want to skip to the action, scroll down to the break ~
My wife and I have a pretty exciting sex life. Besides the great bedroom chemistry we have together, we've also experimented a bit with playing with other couples. I don't know if we'd label ourselves "swingers", but we don't shy away from that lifestyle.
Obviously, that's not exactly something we go around talking to our friends about. Generally, polite company doesn't appreciate conversations that begin with, "So last week I was balls-deep inside of my wife's friend..." for some reason. In any case, sometimes hints slip out, and the results can often lead to a bit of fun.
One time my wife and I were at our very close friends' house. They've been married about as long as we have and all four of us are really close. The girls get together and chat while my buddy and I play video games and talk about work. I overheard my buddy's wife Natalie showing her new shoes to my wife.
"They're so cute! And they have little pineapples on them!"
"Be careful, we all know what pineapples mean!" I joked from the other room.
My wife and Natalie came into the living room where me and Tim were sitting. "Huh? What do they mean?" asked Natalie.
I looked over to my wife, worried I might be giving something away. "Uhhh, you know, I heard they're a symbol of swinging," I replied, in a totally unconvincing tone.
"Wait are you serious?" Natalie said, "Should I not wear them out?"
Tim thought the whole thing was hilarious. "Go ahead and wear them, just be prepared to turn a few more heads than usual!"
Natalie was generally a pretty chill person, but seemed a bit worried. "Is this like a known thing? How come I've never heard of it?"
I chuckled a bit at her concern. "No dude, I don't think it's a big deal. I don't think most people think that when they see pineapples."
"Oh, ok." She seemed relieved. Then a moment later joked, "Yeah except for you, what are you, a secret swinger?"
"Depends who's asking," I shot back with a goofy smile.
Now, if Natalie is generally pretty chill, my wife is the opposite. Usually relaxed but at times can become pretty tense. This was one of those moments. The three of us had been talking so no one noticed her, but she looked seriously nervous about our "secret" slipping out. Natalie turned to put the shoes back in the closet and caught a look at my wife's nervous face.
"Wait...*are* you swingers???" she asked, with an equal tone of suspicion and interest in her voice.
My wife and I both stammered some nonsense, trying to backtrack a bit. At this point anyone with even a basic understanding of human emotion and language could tell we were being horrible liars. Tim and Natalie started cracking up with laughter.
"No way!!!" Natalie roared between laughs, "You two actually like....swing??"
The mortified look on my wife's face sent me into damage control mode. "Ok we're not *swingers* swingers." I tried to clarify. "I'd just say we're just a little more adventurous sexually lately.
Despite being fairly close with Tim and Natalie, we just never discussed sex with them. Other than some silly "that's what she said" type jokes, our relationship with them was totally platonic.
Natalie turned to my wife, "Seriously? You don't get jealous or anything?"
"I mean...a little, but then you get distracted and aren't thinking about it."
Tim and Natalie questioned us for a bit longer before letting the topic go. All in all, "coming out" to them wasn't that bad, all things considered. My wife's heart rate may have shot up past 200, but no friendships were ending that day.
A couple days later Tim texted me.
"Hey man, sorry for putting you guys on the spot the other day, I think we were both just kind of shocked, we just never considered that you guys were adventurous like that"
"lol, don't worry about it dude, we just hope we didn't scare you guys away" I replied.
"Not at all! If anything, it's kind of intriguing. We've actually been talking about it a lot the past couple days."
"Oh really? Do we have to worry about you guys becoming fully-fledged swingers and finding new friends instead of us?"
"Haha, no, but we definitely are both interested in it."
I couldn't believe what I was reading. "Seriously? Are you saying you want to try swapping partners with a couple?" I replied. I made sure not to presume they wanted to swap with us.
"Well, not really. Natalie has a jealous streak and she recognizes it. She knows it would take her some time to be ok with sharing me."
I looked up from my phone, honestly a bit relieved there wasn't a sudden pressure for the four of us to take our friendship to a new level. But before I could respond another message came through.
"But, and let me know if I'm being too forward here, I think I'd be totally ok with sharing her with another man." My eyes bulged as I read that message, my brain racing wondering what it could mean.
"And we both think if we're going to take that step, it would be best with you. But only if you want. No pressure. If you're not interested we'll drop it and never mention it again."
You know when cartoon characters have their jaws drop and hit the floor with a clank sound? Yeah, I'm pretty sure that's exactly what happened with me. It took me a moment to compose myself before I could respond.
"I mean...wow dude. That's unexpected. Are you sure? I mean, Natalie is gorgeous and I'd be lying if I said I never thought about that, but I don't want to make either of you feel uncomfortable."
"We'll we'd just want to try it out at first. She's definitely attracted to you and thinks she wants to try it, at least. And to be honest, I find the entire idea really sexy."
We sent some messages back and forth, talking about the generalities and comfort levels of everything. I told him I'd talk to my wife and get back to him. When I saw her later that day and told her everything that happened, she was also in shock, but was clearly interested in loaning me out to her friend. We made arrangements with our friends in our group chat. We'd give them a few more days to think about it and come to a final decision. If they still wanted to go through with it, Natalie and I could meet up on the weekend and see where things went.
Needless to say, the next few days didn't do anything to change anyone's minds. The plan was set. Saturday night, Tim and my wife would go out for dinner while I went over to their house and spent a few hours with Natalie. My wife, who is always turned on by the idea of sharing me, was somehow the most excited, albeit a bit apprehensive. Tim and Natalie were our closest friends, and we didn't want to do anything to jeopardize that.
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Saturday came soon enough and around 6pm Tim showed up to our house to pick up my wife. I kissed her at the door and jokingly told her to keep their date G rated. She rolled her eyes and laughed, then gave me a kiss and left. I spent a couple more minutes getting ready and then got in the car and drove over to our friends' house.
When I got there, Natalie greeted me at the door with a hug that lingered a bit longer than usual. She looked stunning. While my wife is short and petite, Natalie is the opposite. She's tall, athletic, and with porcelain-like skin. Her jet black hair perfectly frames her face and her curves are usually visible no matter what she's wearing. But tonight it was clear she dressed to extenuate her body. She was wearing a flirty maroon dress, tight around her above average breasts, with a bit of cleavage showing, but not too much. The skirt part flared out a bit, moving ever so tantalizingly as she walked around.
There was a bit of awkwardness between us at first as she led me in. I put my hand on the small of her back and smiled at her, hoping to ease the tension. "You look absolutely stunning. I mean, more so than usual," I said with a cheesy grin.
"You're sweet," she said, blushing. "And you're a total gentleman. I thought swingers were just dirty horndogs," she added with a giggle.
"Oh I'm trying to be on my best behavior," I joked back. With that I let my hand slip just a tiny bit southwards, brushing against her ass as I turned to take my jacket off.
That got her attention as I saw her jump a bit from the touch. "Full disclosure," she said. "Tim gives us full permission to do whatever we want. And I know I'm gonna be a bit shy or whatever. Ignore that, I really want you."
That broke right through the ice of awkwardness of the situation.
"Well then, let's not waste any time," I replied, putting my arms around her and pulling her in for a long, sensual kiss. The floodgates had opened. Our hands roamed up and down each others backs as we explored each other in a brand new way for the first time. She pulled away and took my hands in hers. "Let's go upstairs," she whispered, with a new sultry tone to her voice.
I followed her up the stairs, making no effort to hide my attempts to look up her skirt. It bobbed and flowed with every step. She led me by the hand into their bedroom and we immediately fell into the bed, our hands all over each other as we kissed again.
"Natalie....I need you....I've always fantasized about what you're like in bed," I managed to get out between kisses.
At this point we were both on our knees in the bed, with her desperately pulling at my shirt, pulling it off. I unbuckled my belt and dropped my pants, leaving myself only in my boxers.
I kissed her again and let my hand trail up her smooth, silky thighs. I felt her panties-covered pussy. Her wetness was soaking through already. She moaned into my mouth as I touched her.
"Please. Touch me," she moaned.
"Do you want to sit on my face?" I asked.
"No, actually I'm not a huge fan of getting eaten out. I just want you to touch me."
I made a mental note to see at a later date whether I could change her mind about oral. But for now I pulled her panties to the side and touched her lips. She was dripping with wetness. I put my middle finger an inch into her, eliciting a gasp from her mouth. With her juices on my fingers, I focused on her clit, rubbing slow circles around it. We were both still on our knees, with her body pressed up against mine, still fully dressed, but with my fingers rubbing patterns on her swollen clit.
It didn't take long for her to cum. She leaned in and kissed me hard as she orgasmed, her entire body shaking as I rubbed her clit as fast as I could but without putting too much pressure on it. When she came down from that orgasm, I started to rub her again but she stopped me.
"Oh no no no, I get way too sensitive after cumming. I can't handle being touched right now."
That was a surprise to me. My wife is multi-orgasmic. I can rub her clit continuously for 20 minutes or so, getting her to come anywhere between 3 and 10 times before she asks me to stop.
"I want to feel you in me now," she said, regaining some semblance of control over herself.
She pushed me back onto the bed, trailing her hands down my bare torso. She hooked her fingers into my boxers and pulled them off.
"Wow," she said, her eyes glued to my dick. "If I knew this is what was between your legs I would have jumped you a long time ago," she joked.
"If I knew you were open to it, you wouldn't have had to," I replied.
She pulled her dress off her head, showing off the gorgeous curves of her body. She's tall but has an hourglass figure, with big beautiful tits that complement her waist and hips. She reached behind her back and undid her bra, letting it fall and throwing it off the bed and onto the ground. Her round boobs were an incredible sight to see. Big, but not too big, with beautiful tan nipples that were hard and begging to be touched. I immediately reached up to hold one in each hand, squeezing and feeling them for the first time.
"That's enough of that," she said, teasingly. "We both know why you're here."
She sat back and pulled her panties off, revealing a beautiful, bare set of pussy lips, with a swollen clit peeking out from between them. With my wife, we usually use lube. She's smaller, and I'm on the bigger side, and lube is really the only way it's enjoyable for either of us as a result. Natalie didn't seem to need that with how turned on she was.
I laid on my back as she straddled me. She held my dick in her hands and rubbed it up and down her slit, coating it in her wetness. I was on cloud nine. "I need to feel your pussy on me. I want to fuck you right now," I said, breathless.
She lifted her hips and positioned me at her wet hole. She let herself down slowly, letting herself adjust as my head pushed past her lips. With a moan, the first inch stretched her lips out, and once my head was inside her, the rest of me slid in easily.
"Ohhhhhhhh fuck you feel good," she moaned.
I watched as she began to slowly move up and down on me. Her beautiful tits bouncing with each thrust. I reached around her and pulled her down, so her body was pressed up against mine. I kissed her for a while as she gyrated her hips, grinding my dick inside her tight pussy. I broke the kiss so I could lick and suck her nipples. She seemed to like that, moaning louder than before.
"Fuck, your cock is incredible in me," she said raspily. "I need you to fill me up."
"Can I cum in your tight pussy?" I asked as she bounced on me. I already knew the answer. We had discussed this ahead of time and knew it was safe and on the table.
"Yes, fuck my tight pussy and fill me up."
I didn't need much more encouragement than that. I grabbed her round ass in both hands and took control. I thrust into her hard, then pulled myself out, almost all the way, with only my head still in her. Then back in. Then back out. Each time going faster, until I was pounding her as fast as I could.
She was uttering nonsense at this point. Moaning and begging for me to cum in her. At least I stopped holding myself back and held her hips down and pushed as deep into her as I could. I felt as my orgasm overtook me, and I could feel my warm cum spurting out, filling her up, with some of it dripping out from between her stretched out pussy lips.
We laid there for a few moments, silent and almost motionless as we came down from that high. I finally broke the silence. "That was even better than I thought it ever could be."
She sighed. "I am so. glad. we did that. Wow."
I looked over to her bedside table at the old-fashioned digital alarm clock. I had been there for just 20 minutes. Our spouses weren't expected back for another hour at least...
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A friend drunkenly told me I was ‘Wank Fuel’. So I made him cum for real (30f) [FM]
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Masturbation. We all do it. And why shouldn't we - it's wonderful. Not \*quite\* as magnificent as sex (or, at the very least, it shouldn't be. There are times when it's a better choice, but that's a whole other discussion for another post), but it's as entertaining and satisfying a way of filling your time as any other. Frankly nature took something of a risk when granting us the ability to generate our own orgasms. I sometimes wonder how we ever summon the willpower to leave the house.
But aside the obvious advantages of self-stimulation, one of the most wonderful things about self-loving is that it can be deeply personal. You can sit back and be entertained and aroused by whatever imagery, pornography or other means of external stimuli you care to mention, and they all absolutely have their place. But, for me, the very best times are when you simply allow your imagination to conjure up whatever filthy thoughts your conscious - or indeed subconscious - mind can fathom, and go with the flow.
And these thoughts can indeed be anything. A private and personal selection of bespoke erotica, involving anyone - celebrities, people you know, constructs of your own mind - doing literally anything. And I don't know about everyone else but, personally, I often find my mind will created elaborate fantasies involving the people I know. Sometimes not even people I'd necessarily consider to a sexual prospect in a non masturbatory setting. The mind is so often full of surprises.
At this point I think it's probably fair to say I don't think there's a single one of my friends that haven't, to some degree or another, crossed my mind during a session of self loving. In some cases it's incredibly fleeting as I wonder what the hell they're doing mentally intruding in my private time, and dismiss such thoughts immediately. But often, if it seems fun or exciting, I'll happily go along with it.
I'm hoping this is all at least vaguely familiar to some folk out there, or I'm really making myself sound certifiable. Or just more perverted than I ever conceived.
Whether you're similarly minded or this is all alien to you is largely immaterial to the point I'm ponderously heading towards, which is that the joy of masturbation is that it is private. You can have whatever weird fantasies you like and at no stage are you under any obligation to share them. Ever.
Which is why I was somewhat taken aback one evening when a drunken friend - relatively out of the blue - decided to confess to me that I featured quite heavily in his 'Wank fuel.'
To provide a little context; this was during the glory days of university when any given night was a drunken night, and when the freedoms of sexual liberation were considered sacrosanct (an unnecessarily esoteric way to describe that everyone was fucking like rabbits). My particular group of friends had a weekly 'movie night', wherein we all crammed our way into one or other of our student flats, and used watching a movie as a thinly veiled excuse to drink to excess and chat about any old nonsense long into the small hours.
On this occasion I can't even pretend to recall what movie we were watching (arguably true of any movie for the seven or so months we indulged in the gathering), but it featured a rather graphic sex scene fairly early on in the runtime. I remember as much as we spent the next hour or so as a group discussing which films featured our favourite sex scenes and which, if any, had been used as masturbatory encouragement. (Apparently almost any film featuring tits was enough to inspire some of the guys present.) It was a mildly hysterical conversation but, and I can't stress this enough, one of many that took place during the five plus hours we all spent drinking and chatting in each other's company. And this one had taken place within the first hour and a half.
All of which contributes to why I was quite so surprised when, hours later, while myself and Ryan were walking back home together (we lived just around the corner from each other), he quite casually and exceptionally drunkenly tells me that he often thinks about me while wanking.
It was so casually delivered in fact, that I initially thought I must have misheard. But unless he'd said he was thinking of me while he did his \*banking\*, there wasn't much it could have been mistaken for. And given my general lack of skill with numbers, it's unlikely I was his financial muse.
As regular readers may know, I'm not someone who shies away from confronting an issue head on. There are plenty who would go so far as to argue that it's one of my greatest flaws. Tact is not a word I associate with. So, I asked him for clarification.
'You masturbate thinking about me?'
His face was a picture as it now dawned on me why he'd said it so casually. It'd slipped out. It was a drunken stray thought that he'd inadvertently given voice to. A flickering neurone he'd been holding since the conversation some four hours previous that had somehow escaped from his alcohol addled mouth. It was the only explanation for why his face betrayed the look of a man who'd just found his super-secret porn stash had not only been found, but been shared with his friends and family.
He looked so 'Deer in the headlights' that, despite my usual love for mockery and pouncing on weakness, I actually felt sorry for him. This had the potential to be the kind of psychological bruise that could last - if his drunken mind even retained this the following day.
So rather than turn the screw and up the awkwardness, I took pity on him.
'Thanks. I'd be lying if I didn't admit you popped up occasionally in mine too.'
Frankly I deserved an acting award for the delivery. It was somehow even more casual than his initial confession. A perfectly undersold (even if I do say so myself. Though I was drunk, so it may not have appeared quite as Oscar worthy in reality as it did in my head) relaxed and casual tone that positively exuded an indifferent 'so what?' as surely as if I'd shrugged it off without comment.
But the reason I'm so deserving of the award is that while my exterior was the picture of casual acceptance, my brain was firing at a rate too rapid for an inebriated individual to process.
'Ryan is sexually excited by me. What do I think about that? Am I annoyed? Flattered? Excited? Violated? What do I think about him? He's a friend. Isn't he seeing someone? Is he attractive? he's not unattractive. How many times have I thought of him? At least a couple. And once that was really good. He's not really my type though. I wonder what he imagines me doing? Does he use pictures? I wonder is his fantasy is even remotely realistic...'
\- All just a tiny snapshot. I'd fill all of reddit to explain each and every consideration that struck my befuddled brain in that instant. There'd have been even more, but he replied almost immediately.
'Oh yeah? What have you thought about me?'
Dangerous road this, I thought - especially since I haven't come close to deciding what I actually think about the situation. Probably best to head this off at the pass, and store it was something to ridicule him with and/or develop at a later date.
'That'd be telling.' was my actual weak-ass reply. If I'd been marginally more sober I like to believe I'd have come up with something more pithy. Nevertheless, what it lacked in wit it more than made up for in blatant conversation killing clarity. Or so I thought.
'Oh. okay.' was his reply.
Phew. Crisis averted.
'Because I have a very clear one about you...' he continued.
Oh fuck.
Now, I was drunk and this was a long time ago so I can't pretend the following I'm about to share is verbatim, but the words were pretty burned into my head - it's not often someone confesses a full fantasy scenario involving you - so I think I'll be able to regurgitate what he said pretty damn accurately;
'We don't even fuck, that's what's weird. Normally all of my fantasies are about fucking. Y'know. Really going to town. But not you. You're too fun to fuck. It'd spoil our friendship. With you I just imagine you topless and giving me an amazing handjob. I don't know why i just really get the feeling your handjobs are amazing. So you're just topless and wanking me. Weird isn't it? Always makes me cum though. You're really good!'
I mean, where do you even start with that? It was too much. Sensory overload. Even now, years later, I'm not sure how I'd deal with that statement. And for drunken nineteen year old me it was overwhelming.
Which is why, much to my own surprise as to his, I found myself offering him the opportunity to fulfil it.
He thought I was joking. Hell, I'm not entirely sure I wasn't. But I'm nothing if not a stubborn soul, and so I did it anyway.
We got back to his. He got his cock out - an appendage which was far from underwhelming, but neither would it be accurate to describe as in any way notable for those who care about such details. You’d struggle to pick it out in a lineup - but otherwise remained fully dressed. I took ahold, and started stroking.
It was almost surreal. We didn't kiss. There wasn't even much in the way of talk or discussion for the first few minutes. Just me, sat beside him, wanking him off.
After a few minutes though he was clearly struck by a bout of bravery. He reminded me I was topless in the fantasy. I called him a cheeky fucker. He agreed he was. And then I took my top off.
I asked him to describe his fantasy in as explicit a detail as he could. He got about two-thirds of the way through when he came. He hadn't reached the part where he revealed where he'd want to cum, so instead finished mostly over the carpeted floor of his bedroom.
I asked him how I compared to the fantasy. To my unashamed delight he told me I was actually better in reality. 'It usually takes you about twenty minutes.'
And with that, I went home.
He avoided me the next day. Mostly, I like to think, because he was undecided whether or not it happened or just a lovely drunken wet dream. Albeit a wet dream where he climbed out of bed and spunked on his bedroom carpet.
The day after we actually discussed it and, mostly thanks to my nudging, decided that it was probably best left as fantasy from now on. When I reminded him he'd admitted I was 'too fun to fuck' he agreed. It swiftly became out go-to running gag after a drunken night out, but was ultimately never repeated.
A Facebook memory of a suitably cryptic status updated popped up this morning informing me that this incident took eleven years go years ago this week. As such I hope you’ll forgive the indulgence of a repost - I’ve hopefully added enough in the way of extra details to warrant a re-read - but the opportunity to celebrate the anniversary is too much to not post again.
For anyone wondering, Ryan and I still vaguely friends to this day. I sometimes wonder if I should ask if I still feature in his wank bank but, if indeed I do, I worry the question would only add wank fuel to the fire…
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THE HOT TUB [FFM] Day Drinking
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[Hot Tub Photo](https://imgur.com/a/SnGpFJ5)
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**THE HOT TUB**
**I broke my own rule, DON’T have sex with friends**
It was one of those perfect summer evenings and after a day at the beach, Rick my friend Deb and I were in our huge hot tub enjoying cocktails, laughing and joking with each other.
We've been drinking most of the day so by this point we are all more than a little drunk when the conversation starts to take a different tone. We started talking about turn-ons, past adventures, and future fantasies.
Keep in mind while we all talked Rick and I only offered the R-rated version of our life as we knew we would freak our friends the fuck out if they knew the details of our sex life.
Rick, Debbie, and I all exchanged more than a few glances back in forth when Deb told us in great detail how she had sex with her now ex-husband and one of his old friends from college when he visited a few times. She ultimately began to understand her husband Joe liked having a cock in his mouth a little too much and that led to the divorce last year.
Wow, I said didn’t see that coming and Debbie started laughing as she was obviously completely over it.
Booze had gotten the best of me when I blurted out that Rick and I had a threesome too. It no sooner left my mouth when I asked myself, what the fuck did I just say? Rick was staring at me in disbelief. Trust me, I knew Rick would love seeing several of my hot friends naked but both knew friends, and discussing our unusual lifestyle was always a taboo.
Deb “You can’t leave me hanging there, I spilled my guts, now fess up”
Rick got out and took our wine glasses to fill them with more truth serum (aka wine).
Deb moved closer to me in the tub, smiled, and said let’s hear it “Spill”.
I decided I would give her a few details about our first threesome with Jennifer. Only a few details just led to more questions from her. Rick just said oh boy, when he came back and realized where I was in the story.
He handed us our wine and got back in with us now sitting opposite. Rick was laughing when he said, has Deb been sworn to secrecy and did she sign a non-disclosure agreement?
Several times over the next 15 minutes and 50 questions later Deb kept moving closer and was almost on top of me. What started as little moves and brushing her leg against mine became more deliberate. A small part of me was a bit surprised because our friendship had never been sexual in any way and although Rick would make comments about Deb’s body, he would always do it in front of her and me so we both had a laugh.
I was more than a bit curious as to what was happening right now, but I’d had too much to drink to really care or stop it. Suddenly Deb puts her hand on my cheek and turns my face to hers and kisses my lips, softly at first but then more passionately when I didn't resist her.
Rick slid over and was now sitting on my other side and started kissing my neck making a shiver of excitement run down my spine.
Deb then pulled the halter strings of my bikini top, as she gently pulled it undone, and waited for me to object... so when I didn’t, she then put her tongue into my mouth as Rick untied the back of my top and pulled it away, exposing my breasts.
I let out a small moan of pleasure as Rick’s hand snaked around my back and cupped my left breast, running his fingers over my nipple, feeling it stiffen under his touch.
Deb’s hand moved from my cheek down my breast and then under the water to my legs, she then put a hand between my thighs and I parted them a little, knowing where she wants to go and I was already feeling my pussy starting to respond to the attention the rest of my body was receiving.
Rick turned my face to him and started kissing me while still playing with my nipples as Deb’s hand moved to my pussy.
I gasped as her fingers press against my clit through the material of my bikini bottoms. She presses a little firmer and I move my hips to press myself against her, encouraging her to play with me.
Deb then moved my bikini aside and slid a finger into me and I moaned and gasped as her fingers lit up my pussy.
Deb smiled and pulled away from me for a moment, she then took my hand and helped me out of the water. As soon as I stood, Rick pulled the strings of my bikini bottoms and I was now completely naked.
Initially, they had me sit before having me lie on my back on the deck that surrounded the tub.
They both spread my legs exposing my bare pussy and Rick and Deb took turns running their hands up and down my legs and thighs. They both took turns teasing my wet pussy and my clit.
Deb finally slid her finger into my pussy and I moan as she found my g-spot. It was like I had given her a fucking map because she hit it instantly and kept rubbing it. Meanwhile, Rick was still licking my clit.
Deb then put a second finger into me as she took Rick's place by putting her face between my legs. As she flicked my clit with her tongue, jolts of pleasure shot through me making me shiver and gasp. Rick again took my nipple in his mouth and begins to lick and suck and bite as Deb licked and sucks my clit at the same time. In this world, there is no better feeling than this.
I watched as Rick stood up and move behind Deb, he was undoing her bikini top, and as it dropped into the tub and I watched him start to rub her large breasts with both hands as she licked me.
I watched Deb as she took her hand and slowly pulled her bottoms off inviting Rick to her pussy.
Rick stepped out of his suit and pulled Deb into his now hard cock. Within a couple of minutes, Rick slowly slid his cock into Deb’s pussy. I could feel her breathing change as she licked me and Rick pounded her pussy from behind. She was now allowing the momentum of his push to grind her mouth harder into my pussy.
It wasn’t long before I feel the familiar tension of an orgasm starting to build in me, I moaned louder and louder and started rocking and lifting my hips and grinding my pussy against deb's mouth.
Deb took my cue and increases her rhythm, curling her fingers up against my g-spot harder, licking my clit a little faster and soon I was screaming as I came hard on her fingers and tongue!
Rick was rubbing Deb’s tits and pinching her nipples as he fucked her harder but slower now.
I had recovered from my intense orgasm and worked my way back into the tub and while keeping my head just out of the water I could get to Deb's Clit, and I did!
I started licking her Clit and Rick’s shaft as he pumped her. I could feel her legs shaking and getting weak so I just sucked hard on her clit and she started yelling I fucking cummmming.
Rick pulled his huge cock out of Deb's soaking pussy and it was clear he was ready to cum and wanted to but didn’t inside her.
He stood in front of me and buried his cock into my throat about five times slowly. He pulled it out and asked do you want this cum baby?
YES I said, all of it!
Rick looking down at me started stroking his cock and when Deb slid next to me and put her tongue out he lost it.
Oh my god, he said as he milked his load into both of our mouths.
I can't believe what just happened…………..
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**I wasn't going to write anymore but of all the downvotes but I received several nice messages.**
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**Jane**
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Gave a blowjob in the club bathroom and got cum all over my shirt
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I just have to get this one off my chest, I can’t tell any of my friends about it, they’d freak out! Me and three of my friends were at a club last week, like we always do, and we getting absolutely wasted. So many guys bought us drinks, it was amazing. I had no intention of getting with anyone that night (but that’s what I always say).
We hit the dance floor early, enjoying the attention, letting all the guys grind against us. I always loved feeling their hard cocks when they rub against me, it makes me feel powerful lol. Anyway, we were dancing like crazy, singing along, when I saw this guy, right. He was really good looking, and I hoped he would come dance with me, but he just watched us lol. I couldn’t stop imagining fucking him right there, I got wet just looking at him (I tend to get horny when I’m drunk. Very horny). When he left the room, I followed him without telling the others I was going.
He went to the bathrooms, and I dunno what came over me, I just had to follow him. He saw me and smiled and was like ‘you want to join me?’ and I did! I never did anything like this, but before I knew it, I was in a bathroom stall and he was dropping his pants! I didn’t know what to say, so I just got on my knees and started sucking it, it was so messed up, but I loved it! I got wet from having his cock in my mouth, and it felt so good to feel it go hard in my mouth lol.
He grabbed my hair and pulled me in closer, and I drooled on my new dress it was so intense. I started fondling his balls and the whole time we did not speak at all, he just looked down at me and smiled! I took his cock out and stroked it with my hand while licking the shaft and the tip it was so hot.
Then he came, like a lot! He did not even give me any warning and it spilled on my chest and my dress but I just laughed lol I was so into it! ‘You better clean that up’ he said and then he left! I tried to wash the cum off, but I couldn’t get it all, but it was dark in the club so I figured oh well lol. I don’t want to tell my friend that they danced close with me while my dress was stained with cum!!! I think some might have rubbed off on some of them lol, it’s so fucked up.
I just had to tell someone, I hope you liked my confession :)
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[C/C]My Older Cousin [F28] gives me the night of my life [M20]
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This would be my first time posting about this or really telling anyone. Also English isn’t my first language so please be understanding. Little back story… My cousin (let’s name her rose) Rose has the most gorgeous body i’ve seen on a woman.. Big F cup Tits and with a nice latina ass, She’s a very out going woman.
It started back when i was 20 (now 23)
my cousin had to move in with us due to family problems.(yes she still lives here with us) I never liked the idea of having her over since i always had sexual thoughts about her. until one a couple of weeks later my fantasies all came true.
We were home alone, both my parents worked and my siblings are all older with their own lives. I hope up one morning to my usual morning wood poking out of my underwear. I wasn’t used to living with her since i didn’t have any sisters. So i got up and went straight to the restroom to go pee. As i walked out my room Rose was doing her make up, i’ve forgotten she was there and i opened the door while she said “good morni-“ her eyes glued straight to my dick
(i’m not the one to brag but my dick is around 8in very hard but at the time it was coming down)
Embarrassment went through my whole body, my cousin who i always wanted to fuck has seen my dick. I ran quickly to the toilet and closed the door (my dick had gotten soft from the scare i was given) i did my business and when i flushed i heard her say “don’t come out yet please” and i was very confused and a little shocked, what could she be doing? was she gonna record me and call me a perv to her friends? then i heard “Ready” as i opened the door she wasnt there and i walked out to find her to apologize to her. I saw her half naked(in her pjs) on my bed.
Now a young man’s mind the first thing to come to mind is fucking. so of course my dick got hard just looking at her and she said “i know how guys can get in the morning” and she looked shy squeezing her huge titties with her arms, and continued “ but i’ve never seen a cock that big before” and after she said that i apologized and she answered “most guys wouldn’t be sorry with that big cock of yours” My dick started to throb and my heart racing when i asked her “have you ever sucked a cock like mine before?” and she shook her head
Then i replied with “do you want to try it?” and without any hesitation i dropped my boxers on the ground and her eyes got bigger and said “It’s bigger than before…i want to taste it” i walked over to her and my dick was so close to my cousins face i didn’t know how to react.
She slowly started to stroke my dick while looking at me. i was so hard that i wanted to cum while she jacked me off,
while my eyes were closed i felt a soft,warm and wet tongue wrapping around my head. She’s doing it ! after wanting to do some sexual with her she was sucking my dick!
She had many bf before so she knew was she was doing, but she never had a bf with my dick size before. So she tried to deep throat my dick but choked instead. I reached down to feel her huge breast and it was the most amazing feeling ever, her nipples were hard but her whole titty was the softest pair i’ve ever touched.
I came while she sucked my dick and i was fingering her wet tight pussy. Then i asked her if i could fuck her wet pussy and she replied with “i don’t think it’s ready for that huge cock” and i told her just the head since i always wanted to feel her pussy with my dick. Then she grabbed me and kissed me (the hottest kiss ever with tongue and moans) and said “maybe tonight when i’m drunk so it won’t hurt as much” then she got up got ready for work and left.
i jacked off all day thinking of her and smelling her panties she left in my room
Later that night the best sex of my life
this also continued til this day
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Snow Day Affair [M20s/F40s] [Affair]
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During a time in which I participated in an affair with a co-worker, our employer would practice snow days based on the local schools. If the nearby school was delayed or closed due to snow, the office would follow suit. My coworker who I was in an affair with had kids who attended a different school didtrict. They did not have a snow day and our office had a late start. So, we decided that I would make the trip to her and she would sneak me into her house.
Her husband was always at the office early (regardless of weather), so after she dropped her kids off, I met her at a nearby park to leave my car. Quickly hopping into hers, we lowered the seat and snuck me into her house. Our hands immediately reached for each other's desired body parts as we stepped in from the garage. My left hand gently pinching her nipple through her clothing, right hand reaching for the button on her pants. Both of her hands went for my cock.
We paused and laughed at the surreal absurdity that I was in her house where her family lives. We'd been hooking up in my apartment and other riskier locations due to the nature of the affair and I had yet to be in her territory. My apartment was easy. I lived alone in a city, she lived as a family of four with a dog in the suburbs. She jokingly said she should be polite and give me a tour before we get completely at it. We made it to the kitchen before the tension had to snap again.
I took off all of her clothes and lifted her onto their black marble counter top island. She told me I should get more comfortable and take off my clothes too, but I replied I'm comfortable enough as I spread her legs open, slightly bending over to run my tongue as wide as I could over her welcoming pussy. It was evident that she was looking for my cock, but I enjoyed eating her out and wanted to take it a little slow being in her kitchen.
From time to time my subconscious heckled me that her husband could come home at any moment. I think part of me didn't want to fully commit to nudity until I felt more certain he wasn't about to pop in. My fully naked partner, spread eagle on her kitchen counter should have been enough convincing. Instead I unzipped my fly, withdrew my cock and fucked her missionary while fully dressed. We had been hooking up for a while so I was acclimated with edging and fucked her audibly hard. Grabbing her ankles, I closed her legs and pumped, feeling her adjust in tightness as she came over the beltline of my black sweatshirt above my cock.
Eventually I was hot enough to take my shirt off and she took this as an opportunity to remove my pants and bring me down stairs. The lower part of their house was split into two sections which were mostly separated as a TV room and a living room. The living room had a love seat and two arm chairs. We specifically enjoyed our sexual chemistry while utilizing chairs, so I sat down partially sweating. She got to her knees in front of me, wrapped one of her hands around the base of my cock and slowly lowered her lips to the tip. I let her enjoy me in her mouth for a little bit before I was burning to be back inside of her.
While remaining seated, I stood her up and turned her around and lowered her hips to hovering over my erection. With one hand, I pressed the head of my cock to her lips and gave her ass a loud spank with my free hand. She exhaled a lusty moan and lowered into smooth penetration, alternating between low, deep strokes and leaning forward for quick bounces. I sat back and watched as she glazed my shaft. I don't know how I'd ever had enough, but I grabbed her hips and guided her to the ground.
While on her knees, she extended her arms out above her head onto the floor, arching her back with her ass up in the air. Crouching over her, I dipped my cock down into her with wet ease. (Like, for real. If you've not done this position before, please add this one to the list). It was so hot gripping and spanking her ass while fucking down into her from above. She'd been vocal all morning, but this position had her loud with pleasure. She didn't squirt per say, but the rug beneath became soaked. Her knees were beginning to quake so we grabbed a pillow from the couch and put it under her stomach. Ass up with the support, I straddled her from behind and fucked until I was vocal with pleasure too.
When I pulled out, some of my cum dripped onto her carpet. She smeared it in with a smile and said her husband had been getting quotes for carpet cleaners and our sexual mess was perfectly timed for evidence removal.
Before I left, she gave me a tour of the rest of the house, specifically showing me a picture of her and her husband as young sweethearts in the entrance to their room. I said "this seems like an inappropriately awkward show and tell" and we both started cracking up.
I cleaned off my cock and more or less took a sink shower in their upstairs bathroom, got dressed and we both got into her car. She drove me back to the park with one hand on the wheel, the other petting my cock over my jeans. When I got to the office and sat at my desk, it all felt like a sort of bizarre wet dream. That is until I looked down and noticed the stain.
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New Neighbours Part 7 - The Rebound! [M39/F51] [cheating] [age difference] [age gap] [older woman] [Hotel Sex]
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Almost a week had passed since that fateful day. Mikey had checked into a local hotel - well, it was more of a golf and spa resort.
Lauren had told her mum exactly what had happened and Anne had wasted no time in kicking David out. She even claimed to have suspected something was going on with Sarah and David. Anne dumped all his possessions on the lawn and had her giant of a brother come round to stay so David didn't get any ideas about trying to sneak in and talk to her.
Lauren had to go back to university. She had sent Mikey a few messages, but they agreed they needed to lay low while the dust settled on the weekend's events.
On Monday morning, Mikey snuck back to his house and packed a full suitcase while Sarah was at work. He even loaded his and Lauren's bikes into his car before returning to the hotel. He called Felicity to find out when she was babysitting and arranged to sneak round and see his daughter while his wife was out.
Try as he might, Mikey could not get the image of his wife and David out of his mind. Every time he closed his eyes he could see her, bent double over the kitchen counter in her knee-high boots as David's cock filled her from behind. He heard her impassion cry of, "put a Smith baby in me," over and over in his head.
That week Mikey hit the gym hard, and the hotel bar even harder, in a vain attempt to rid those thoughts from his mind.
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Eventually, Saturday came around. Mikey had been out on a bike ride, spent two hours in the gym, and been for a swim before relaxing in the hot tub for half an hour.
When the evening came around he took up his usual place at the hotel bar and watched the evening guests arriving for a wedding that was taking place in the hotel's function room. A stream of girls in tiny figure-hugging dresses filtered passed Mikey.
'Wow,' thought Mikey as he heard a reggae band starting up. 'This is exactly what I need to get my mind off things.'
A few hours and many drinks later the wedding guests started to filter out into the bar. Mikey was checking out the younger girls in their colourful micro-dresses as they kicked off their heels and ordered their boyfriends to get them more drinks. As Mikey's eyes scanned the room he caught the eye of an attractive, slightly older lady across the bar.
She smiled a warm smile at him and Mikey smiled back before turning to a TV screen and pretending to watch a football match.
Every few minutes he would turn to look at her. She was certainly an attractive older lady. Mikey put her age at around fifty, at least ten years his senior. Her dark skin was complimented by her bright eyes and warm smile.
As the evening wore on, the wedding guests began leave and eventually it was just the two of them left.
The mysterious wedding guest gave Mikey a sultry smile and rose to her feet.
'Oh shit, she's coming over,' thought Mikey as she sauntered towards him.
"Hello," she said, offering her hand. "I'm Serena."
"Er, h-hi," Mikey replied as he grasped her dainty hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Mikey. My name's Mikey."
"Pleased to meet you, Mikey. Would you like another drink?" she asked.
"Sh-sure. I'd love another beer if that's ok?"
Serena headed to the bar and Mikey watched her walk away. The sway of her hips drew his eyes to her butt. It was large but shapely and just begging to be grabbed. As she turned to lean on the bar Mikey's eyes were drawn further up her body. Her dress hugged her flat stomach and swelled over what looked like an impressively large and full pair of breasts.
Serena smiled as she caught Mikey staring and returned with their drinks.
"So, what brings you here tonight?" she asked. "You're not a wedding guest. I hope you don't mind me saying so, but I can sense sadness in your eyes."
Mikey blinked for a few seconds. "That's very perceptive of you. I'm just not going through a good time at the moment. How was the wedding? The band sounded great."
"Yes, they were. It's been such a great day. It was my eldest daughter's wedding and it was so great getting to know her new husband's family. I just wish I didn't have to spend the whole day with my ex-husband and his new wife."
"Oh, you're separated?" Mikey enquired.
"Yes. It's been a few years now, but it doesn't get any easier seeing him with her. He traded me in for a younger model!"
"He must be mad!" Mikey blurted out before he could stop himself.
"I'm sorry?" Serena asked, an amused look on her face.
"Sorry," Mikey replied. "You're an attractive lady."
Serena burst out laughing. "Very smooth," she chuckled. "So, what's your story?"
"Oh, I'm going through a breakup myself."
"Sorry to hear that," Serena replied as she scooted a bit closer to Mikey and rested her hand on his arm.
Mikey looked at the contrast in their skin tones and carried on. "Yes, well, last weekend I walked into the house and caught my wife bent double over our kitchen counter with one of our neighbours buried balls deep inside her."
"Oh gosh, that's awful," Serena replied as she almost spat out her drink.
"Yeah, sorry about the detailed account. Do you know what the worst part of it was?"
Serena raised an eyebrow. "It gets worse?"
"She was completely naked, his hands grabbing her ass and tits as he fucked her from behind... Oops, sorry about my language, " Mikey apologised.
"It's fine," Serena replied as she gently stroked his arm.
"Ok. The worst part was she was wearing the knee-high boots I'd bought her for her birthday the previous week. That just felt like such a betrayal!"
Serena burst out laughing. "Wait, you're telling me you walked in on your neighbour screwing your wife in your kitchen and the thing you're most upset about is her footwear?"
Mikey was shocked at Serena's reaction. Why was she laughing?
Mikey continued. "And when they'd finished his cum was leaking out of her and dripping all over the boots."
"What! You stayed and watched until they'd finished? What were you thinking?"
"I wasn't thinking. I was rooted to the spot."
"Here," Serena picked up his beer and handed it to him. "Drink. You need to get that out of your head!"
"Yeah, and it sounds like you need to get that ex-husband of yours out of your head," Mikey replied, as he lifted his glass and clinked it with Serena's. "Cheers!"
Serena looked around, it was just the two of them in the bar now. "I've got an idea," she said with a naughty grin on her face.
"What's that?"
Serena leaned forward and planted a kiss on Mikey's cheek. Mikey turned and their lips made contact. His hands moved up her back and pulled her in closer.
"Not here," Serena panted as she broke their kiss. "Come with me."
Serena took Mikey's hand in hers and led him to her room. As soon as they were inside the room Serena pushed him against the wall and they kissed again. She dragged her hands down his chest until they reached his waistband, then she grabbed his ass and pulled him hard against her body.
"Mmmm, that's quite a bulge I can feel trying to escape down there," she teased.
"I- I- I don't know about this," Mikey stammered.
"Don't think, just do," Serena whispered into his ear as she guided Mikey's hands to her large, firm butt.
Mikey kissed her again before planting small kisses on her neck and working down to her chest.
Serena unzipped her dress, stepped out of it, and kicked it away.
Mikey finally took in her full beauty. Her legs were lean but strong. Her red panties clung to her wide, womanly hips. She had a pierced belly button, the stud sparkling against the dark skin of her flat stomach. Her large breasts were rising and falling with her breath inside her red, lacy bra.
"Not bad for fifty-one?" she asked.
"You're incredible," Mike replied, his mouth hanging slightly open as he took in her full beauty.
Serena unbuckled Mikey's belt and he helped her pull his trousers down before lifting his shirt over his head. He was now fully erect and making a large tent inside his boxer shorts.
"Looks like someone wants to come out to play," Serena smirked as she snaked a hand inside and gave his cock a quick squeeze.
Mikey kissed her neck and then moved to her chest as he skilfully unclasped and removed her bra. Serena's breasts were truly magnificent. They looked large and heavy and yet they sat high on her chest, their roundness defying her age. Her nipples pointed slightly up and were surrounded by a large areola, just slightly darker than the rest of her flawless skin.
"You can touch," she teased.
Mikey reached out and gently lifted one of her breasts in his hand. It was heavy and soft, yet somehow firm enough to retain its shape. He resumed his kissing and worked down the large valley between her breasts. As his mouth roamed over her breasts, he ran a hand down over her smooth stomach and into her panties. His fingers travelled through her trimmed pubic hair and gently slipped between her lips.
Serena groaned. "Fuck yes."
Mikey slid his fingers up and down parting her lips and gently teasing her entrance. He looked into her eyes and lifted his hand to his mouth, tasting her salty juices.
"I need a shower," Serena announced. "All that dancing has got me all hot and sweaty."
Mikey relaxed, a disappointed look on his face.
"Don't be sad, you get to come with me," Serena said as she dragged him to the bathroom and turned on the shower.
Serena wiggled her hips and pushed her red panties down her thighs and off. She looked at Mikey and nodded at his boxer shorts. "Off," she instructed him.
Mikey pulled them off, his painfully erect cock springing free and leaking a couple of drops of precum.
"Mmmm," Serena said as she slid a hand over his cock. "This looks like a fun toy."
She dragged him into the shower enclosure by his cock, then linked her arms around his neck as she kissed him again. Mikey's cock poked into her stomach as he slid his hands around her firm ass and gave it a hard squeeze.
Serena turned her back on him and wiggled her butt against his cock. "I need you to wash me," she said and handed Mikey a washcloth.
Mikey lathered up every inch of her back, butt, and legs and rinsed her off. He moved back close behind her and slid his hands around her waist as he washed her stomach and then her breasts.
He slid his hand down, over her stomach, and once again used his fingers to separate the lips of her pussy. He rubbed a finger up and down between them, slowly picking up speed.
Serena leaned her head back onto Mikey's shoulder as she quietly moaned in pleasure. "Mmm, just keep doing that," she said as she pushed her ass back against Mikey's cock.
Mikey's slid his fingers up between her lips and made contact with her clit. He stretched his fingers out as he gradually increased the pace and pressure.
"Oh yes," Serena gasped. "Right there, you horny young stud."
Mikey slid his other hand over her breasts and tweaked a nipple in time with the teasing of her clit.
"Fuck!" she shouted as her hands shot down to grasp Mikey's wrist and hold his hand in place. She ground her pussy hard against his hand before clamping her powerful thighs together. Her whole body shuddered as waves of pleasure rippled through her.
"Fucking hell, I needed that!" she announced as she stepped out of the shower enclosure. She leaned forward over the bathroom sink and wiggled her butt at Mikey. "Come on," she said. "Your turn."
Mikey stared at the image in front of him and staggered towards her. He ran a finger between her lips again and pushed it inside her.
"Come on," she said, looking over her shoulder at him. "Fuck me!"
Mikey took hold of his cock and guided it to her entrance. He pushed forward and felt her pussy sucking the head of his cock inside.
Serena rocked back as Mikey pushed forward, burying himself all the way inside her.
"That feels so good," Serena moaned.
"You're telling me?" Mikey panted, as he took in the contrast of her dark skin against his.
He slowly pulled backwards before grabbing her hips and burying himself back inside her again. Then he lost it and went hard. All of the week's emotions spurred him on as he thrust harder and harder into his older lover.
"Oh yes," Serena screamed as she reached down to play with her clit. "I'm going to cum again!"
"You planned this from the moment you looked at me across the bar, didn't you?" Mikey panted between thrusts.
Serena couldn't reply, her knees buckled and she lost her grip on the sink as a second orgasm ripped through. Mikey's cock twitched against the cold air as she sank to her knees and recovered her breath.
She turned around and looked up into Mikey's eyes as she slowly took his cock into her mouth. She bobbed her head down three times before taking his cock out of her mouth, a string of saliva and precum connecting her lips with his cock as she looked up at him again.
Serena smothered their combined juices between her breasts before pushing Mikey back to sit on the closed toilet seat. She lifted her heavy breasts in her hands and sank them down onto Mikey's cock, surrounding him with their warmth.
Mikey loved the feeling as she slowly lifted them up and down around his cock. She reached out her tongue and licked his tip before picking up the pace.
"I'm close," Mikey warned.
"Cum for me Mikey. Cum all over my big tits."
Mikey's hips jerked and he thrust his cock up between her breasts as his first jet of cum sprayed up into Serena's chin. The second jet landed on her neck and ran down onto her breasts.
Mikey cried, "ungh," feeling like he was never going to stop cumming.
Eventually, the last dribble of cum ran out of him onto Serena's breasts and she sucked him clean.
"Look at the state of me now," she laughed.
Mikey looked at this beautiful older lady, the dark skin of her chin, neck, and large breasts covered in his white cum.
"You go and get yourself comfy," Serena instructed him. "I'm going for another shower."
To be continued...
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Best Friend Betrayal (M40s/F20/F20) (Free Use World) (Casual Sex)
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This story is set in the fictional Free Use world I have created for all of my stories. Below is what could be a typical occurrence in that world with a misunderstanding between two good friends. Enjoy!
Betrayal by Best Friend
The tears in Katie’s eyes clouded her vision. She had just gotten home when she had gotten the message from a friend. Her best friend Karlie was betraying her. Despite the upbeat look of her university cheerleading uniform, her emotions flooded her brain and she simply wanted to be with her family. Specifically, she wanted to be with her stepdad, Mark. Mark was always supportive and understanding. Katie calmed down enough to stop crying and brushed the light brown hair from her green eyes. She tucked it behind her ear and entered her house.
Katie moved towards the house’s interior where she could hear Mark grunting. She figured he was working out and that was usually a good time to talk with him. She rounded the corner to where the sounds were coming from and saw her best friend Karlie with her head buried in Mark’s crotch. He had his entire cock down her throat. Mark was standing over Karlie’s blonde hair and bucking his hips into Katie’s best friend’s face. Karlie’s cheer top was lying on the floor, but she was still wearing the same skirt as Katie although she had it flipped up so she could rub her bald pussy with the spit that slid down from her tits to her cunt. The pair hadn’t noticed Katie even come in the room. Katie was frozen for a moment as well, not expecting the sight of her best friend being face fucked by her stepdad to greet her.
The emotions came flooding back instantly seeing the embodiment of the betrayal before her eyes. Anger took over as she watched Karlie’s blond ringlets stream through her stepdad’s fingers. Standing with his back to her, Mark had no idea Katie was there.
“What the fuck?!? How could you betray me like this?” yelled Katie to her best friend. Mark was startled and confusedly turned to furrow his brow at Katie as he stopped humping Karlie’s face. Karlie too, leaned to the side as she let a large amount of spit fall down her chin and onto her perky c-cup breasts. She saw Katie standing in the doorway seething in anger.
“What’s wrong with you? I’m just giving your stepdad a blowjob. I’ve done it dozens of times,” Karlie calmly stated before centering herself with Mark’s hard and wet member in front of her face again and then resuming sucking on his cock. It only served to incense Katie more. She marched over to the side of the fellatio fun and accusingly pointed at her best friend.
“You are seriously going to sit there and blow my stepdad and pretend you have no idea what’s wrong?” Katie raged.
“Katie, you are shaking with rage. What kind of stress is this?” Mark asked while Karlie quickly switched to sucking his balls and stroking his cockhead.
“Because my best friend has decided to hurt me in one of the worst ways possible,” whined Katie as Karlie had returned to sucking Mark’s cock properly.
“I think there could be a misunderstanding here,” Mark offered as Karlie started twisting her head and hands in opposite directions before spitting on Mark’s cock and then bobbing again. Katie’s anger flashed at Mark now but the mere suggestion of possibly being slightly wrong paused Katie briefly. In that brief pause Karlie pulled her lips from Mark’s cock with an audibly wet pop.
“It might be easier to talk if I ride you,” Katie said looking up at Mark and stroking his shaft.
“Good idea,” Mark agreed and sat on the couch. He slouched down to provide a less inclined base for Karlie.
“Are we going to ignore the obvious and continued betrayal by my best friend?” asked Katie incredulously.
Karlie was in between Mark’s legs and then leaned back to use her hands on his chest. He held her hips as she lifted her feet onto his knees to ride him reverse cowgirl style so she could face Katie.
“Give me a second, Katie,” Karlie huffed as she reached under her body to find and guide Mark’s rock hard and throbbing cock into her warm depths. “There…mmm…” she hummed as the head slid in and she sank her hips down letting his spear part her soft flesh. Beginning a steady up and down, riding Katie’s stepdad’s dick up her sweet pussy.
“I…huh…haven’t…huh…betrayed…huh…you,” Karlie huffed riding Mark.
“I have all the evidence right here!” Katie protested.
“Oh fuck this is a great cock,” Karlie moaned quickly shuddering in orgasm.
“Stop ignoring the obvious. You are the worst friend,” Katie spat at Karlie.
“Why do you think I beat you here?” Karlie asked stopping her riding. Mark took her inaction as his go signal and started rocketing his cock up into Karlie. “Ohhh fuuuuck!” she moaned throwing her head back.
“Cause you wanted to rub it in my face!” Katie accused. “While our assistant coach selected Maria and I to give him his usual rimjob and blowjob after practice, I saw you talking to Coach Stenson while you pushed Ashley’s head down on his cock. You used her mouth and probably your dirty words to steal being cheer captain from me. I told you for the last two years I have wanted, dreamed about, and practiced to be cheer captain! And you stole it from me,” Katie accused with sobbing tears rolling down her reddened cheeks.
Mark had stopped pumping and Karlie sank her hips down to bury his cock inside her pussy.
“Hold on, he’s cumming,” Karlie said to her best friend. Karlie leaned forward to watch Mark’s balls tighten and his cock pulse as she felt the first ropes of cum fill her cunt. “That’s it. Yeah baby. Fill this tight, little, cheerleader pussy with your cum. Pump it deep inside me,” Karlie cooed as she gyrated her hips slightly to help milk the last ropes. Even Katie’s tear streaked face was staring as the pulsing cock of her stepfather filled her best friend. "It feels so good when a cock creams my tight little holes," Karlie told Mark with a wiggle of her hips.
Once Mark finished, Karlie put her feet on the ground and lifted off of his cock. She took a few steps to her best friend. Cum freely ran down her thighs as she approached Katie, still blubbering and holding her own hands. Karlie got close and wrapped Katie in an embrace, pressing her tits against her friend’s chest.
“Coach Stenson called me into the office to ask if I wanted to be co-captains with you of the cheer team. I was pushing on Ashley’s head to force her deeper on Coach’s cock to be polite. How rude would it have been of me not to enhance Coach’s blowjob?” Katie explained to Karlie.
“Really?” Katie questioned.
“Yes. Coach said he would text you later,” Karlie said returning to Mark to suckle the cum off his cock. As if on cue, Katie’s phone dinged. Sure enough it was Coach Stenson naming her and Karlie co-captains of the university cheerleading squad. He wanted his new captains to report an hour before practice to learn the new pre-practice double blowjob routine. Katie’s heart leapt in relief and then sank at the realization of what she had accused her best friend of.
“You good, girlfriend?” Karlie asked Katie.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m so sorry,” Katie mumbled looking up to see Karlie leading her stepdad by the hand to the stairs.
“Hey where are you going?” Katie called. Karlie stopped and turned to answer.
“We thought you were going to take longer so Mark and I had this whole plan. After pumping a load in my pussy, I asked him if he could film me drinking his piss. After that he wanted to fuck my ass in the warm shower. Kinda be a waste of plans to not complete those things,” Karlie told her friend before turning to continue leading Katie’s stepdad upstairs.
Katie was left alone with her thoughts and feelings. Trying to contain her elation but also figure out how to make up to Katie and Mark. She felt alone and vulnerable and foolish at that moment.
“Hey Katie!” Mark called from upstairs. “Do you want to join us?” her stepdad asked. “I’ll fuck your ass too and Karlie says you can join her in the video if you want.”
Katie practically leapt out of her seat. “Yeah!” she called up as she scurried upstairs. “I’m so lucky to have a stepdad who gets me,” she thought to herself as she hastily ascended the stairs.
End
I hope you enjoyed another tale of wanton fuckery. I always appreciate constructive criticism and interacting with those that have enjoyed my work. Leave a comment and like if you enjoyed this little vignette.
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[B/s] My ongoing secret activity with my sister was accidentally discovered by my mom
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As the title says, yeah my mom caught me and my sister doing the deed during the middle of the night.
My sister doesn’t know about this yet nor I think she ever should. It’s only between my mom and me.
Funny thing about about all this, my mom promised she won’t tell anyone, since she’s super religious and all.
This did open major curiosity for my mom.
She asked when this started and how etc. I told her the truth and she ended up asking if I’d ever be interested in doing it with HER.
I was shocked but in a good way. She has her boyfriend (not my dad) who they’ve been together for 10+ years, but she said she’s been getting pretty bored of him because he hasn’t initiated sex in a while and she thinks it’s because of her age etc.
I was a little drawn back by this because well she’s my mom, but since I’m already fucking my younger sister, my mom wouldn’t be much of a difference.
It took us a couple of weeks before we finally had sex. Some of it was because her boyfriend was always around and the other reason was for us to really think about it.
Our first time happened at a hotel. I was pretty nervous and so was she.
I could type much more but I’m aware Reddit limits my posts to a certain amount and they have yet to answer me.
Anyways, I really thought the post sex was gonna be bad because we wouldn’t know how to behave, but afterwards we did reassure each other that this wasn’t a relationship and it was just a mother & son bonding thing. We can still see and do whoever we wanted. It was definitely our way of redeeming family division.
We’ve had sex one other time since and it was here at home in my bedroom.
I’ll post more info later
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[B/S] My toxic and bad sexual and romantic relationship with my twin brother
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A lot of posts on these subreddits are pro incest. I have no problem with incest even after all of this. At first I thought it was weird but I think loving/caring incest can be like any other relationship. I wanted to share because I feel this could be helpful. Incest is like any other relationship. A fuck boy will be a fuck boy even if you're his sister. I feel like this would normalize it somewhat.
I'm 30 now but this started when I was 19. Any kissing, flirting, or touching happened at 19 but I have been into my brother for way longer. I just never brought it up. Without getting too into my past. Growing up I struggled a lot with depression and self esteem. I was chubby until I started doing sports in high school. It was really bad at times and I also had a HUGE crush on my twin brother. There is more to go into with that but it ties into my depression and self worth. I just became attached to my brother really early in life but I never made it known I'm doing better now though.
Anyway it kind of became a serious thing when we were 18. I moved in with my brother and my attraction just grew. I had been crushing on him but at that time I was just in so deep. I would be listening to Taylor Swift enchanted in my room just hoping he'd come by and kiss me. Of course I wanted to fuck him but I just wanted him. I wanted to be with him. I'm not trying to trash incest relationships. Just my attachment was not healthy at all. I don't really want to relive how all that felt but it was a lot. Like I was so in love with my brother. It was so dumb because I had tons of guys trying to ask me out in high school. They wanted to take me to dances but I turned them all down because I only wanted my brother. My brother also took my virginity that I was "saving for him" because I'm so fucking lame.
At 19 I caved and told him all my feelings one night. It was pathetic and I was just rambling on about how I want to be with him and that I can't take in any longer. Pathetic whining that I won't put here. He just told me it was okay but that he didn't feel the same and I accepted it. But things changed when he realized my attraction. It was like he enjoyed that I liked him. He'd tease me and flirt with me and it wouldn't go anywhere. And I never had any experience with guys before him so I didn't know the game of it all. Now I would just identify at as fuck boy behavior but this was all new to me. Toxic fuck boys can exist even when incest is involved. He would string me along and we'd have our "close" moments where I really thought something happened. Then the next day he'd be all cold to me and it was just so stressful.
Like one night I was laying on his lap for like four hours until I fell asleep. When I woke up I was in bed under the covers and he left a note on my nightstand saying that I fell asleep. So cute right? But no, when I saw him after work he was distant again. On Valentine's day he got me a card and chocolate. He would randomly compliment my appearance. I just want to add right now that our relationship is normal brother/sister now. He was going through his own issues and I knew he was the type to string women along. He would love bomb and then fall off. He was just one of those guys that needed tons of attention from women to feel like "the man" I guess. And I was an insecure mess and we lived together so it was a recipe for disaster. None of it was abusive just toxic.
He saw my tits before we ever kissed. We were in the kitchen and he just asked if he could see them and I right away lifted my shirt for him. He said they were nice and I was so happy about it. I am cringing recounting all of this so I'm going fast. We were in the car about to drive somewhere and before he turned it on. He just kissed me right on the lips and he drove to the restaurant with his hand on my thigh the whole time. I felt like years of desire just finally happening. I kissed my brother. But also with it actually happening that feeling of incest disgust was there too. Like "I kissed my brother!....i kissed my brother." I think he was kind of feeling it to because when we were with friends at the restaurant he could hardly look at me. I'd try to smile at him and make eye contact and he'd just look away. When we got home we made out for a while and then went to bed but that was it.
Later I made my first sexual move and just asked him if I could suck his dick. I said those words exactly. We weren't flirting or talking about it. he was on the couch playing a video game and I just asked him "want me to suck your dick?" And he just said "sure" like it was normal. And that was the first blowjob I ever gave. I literally gave him head while he was playing video games. I felt like the "perfect girlfriend" like sucking dick while he games. And this carried on for a while. We didn't advance past this for like a year. I'd keep sucking his dick and we'd kiss. I mean he started touching my body and he would go down on me but it was just kissing and oral for a year.
During this year it was hot but also hell. He would go hot and cold. He'd make fun of me for being so attracted to him. Then he'd be all like "it's okay I really care about you, babe." Then he'd say I'm disgusting for wanting to fuck my brother. Then he'd come back. Typical fuck boy behavior but nothing unusual. I feel like any woman that has been with a shitty guy that isn't there brother can relate to this. The hot and cold back and forth. The like "oh baby I can't get by without you" and then like "why are you so attached and making a big deal out of this." It's like literally last week you told me that you wanted me forever but now I am the one being overly attached? This isn't unusual but it was my first time guy a boy so I learned with my brother. It was a really weird time for me. I had already wanted him for my whole life and we were now servicing each other. Like I'd just be in bed thinking about how my brother's dick was in my mouth and it was hot to me. I still have a big incest kink and while I no longer want my brother. The idea that I HAVE fucked my brother is a big turn on. I don't have to make up a fantasy because I know what it is like. And I think it kind of ruined it for me. I enjoy the brother/sister fantasy but I more enjoy father/daughter or uncle/niece or mother/daughter. My current boyfriend is into the incest fantasy and he is aware about my sexual history with my brother so it gets him off a lot.
He took my virginity and it was a solid experience. Once you've been sexual for so long the act of getting a dick inside of you isn't so mind blowing. And I enjoy getting my clit licked/sucked more so while it was hot to have him inside of me and feel him against me. I am more into head. Even with my current bf when we have sex I need my clit rubbed on. But it felt passionate and bonding. But it seemed like the more intense we got in those moments the more intense his cold moments got. This lasted for a few years It was never a thing and I was never exclusive to him. After he took my virginity and we had sex a bunch more I told him he was being shitty and dated other guys and girls. But we would always have our moments where we'd fuck and being the toxic cycle again. I mean we lived together so it's just convenient sex for the both of us at the time. The last time we had sex was like two years ago. But there was a pretty big gap in between that. It was shitty for both of us. I was single at the time but my brother was having issues with his gf(now wife) and they were separated. I went over to check on him and we fucked like all night. He was staying at a hotel and I stayed at that hotel all night. I was doing much better mentally at that time so it was just a genuine horny moment of weakness.
As of today I have been with my guy for a year and a half. We recently had a daughter together so that's great. I'm doing well now.
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Wednesday bled into Thursday…
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My days are pretty normal. I wake up around 6:30, turn on the news, go pee, then make my coffee. I watch the news and drink my coffee while I take a few bong hits to get my muscles loose and figure out my day. My chronic fatigue, chronic pain and chronic illness doesn’t allow for me to open my legs and take every load out there every single day, even if I truly wanted to live my life that way. I don’t. It’s a great fantasy, but I could never make that my reality. That would be a huge waste of life, and I’m not about that. Life is to be enjoyed and lived, not survived or dealt with. It’s not all about the loads, but I do enjoy taking them when I’m feeling well enough.
I texted a few of my FWBs/regulars to see if they were available, because I was still feeling pretty horny and needing to release that energy. It was a weird Wednesday (3/15) and no one was around, they either broke communication in the middle of making plans, or I didn’t get a reply after giving my address ( >:( ). I was just about to fall asleep when I received a message from a new Redditor. He was young, but kind and seemed pretty normal. We asked all the necessary questions, and set everything up. He arrived and began touching my ass and cunt while he jerked himself off. After a minute or so, he tried sticking it in but wasn’t fully hard. Something came over me, because you all know that I don’t usually suck cock, but I really wanted to suck his cock and feel him fill my cunt. So, I offered to suck his cock to help him along and he eagerly agreed. Honestly, I was pretty fucking eager to suck him off. I took his entire length into my mouth and slowly pulled away to start. He felt really good, so I began alternating between licking the length of his cock and sucking his cock as I played with his balls. Feeling his thick dick get super hard in my mouth literally made my cunt drip and I thought I was going to piss myself. So, I turned around and he shoved his cock deep into my cunt. His cock felt amazing, I came right away, and it was difficult not to...his girth was pushing and rubbing on that spot and I wasn’t ready for it, so that first cum was a surprise for both of us lol. He continued pumping my cunt with is youthful cock, and held my hips with his cold hands...I love cold hands when I’m horny. He fucked me good and left a decent sized load deep in my cunt. After he left, I went in my room and jerked off with my knotty dildo. I came so much, I soaked my comforter :D
Thursday (3/16), while I was waking up with my coffee and watching the morning news, I read the new messages that came in while I slept. I thought it was going to be a promising day with hopefully taking a few loads before going to visit my dad and taking a load from him, before coming back home. I can’t really explain or describe how all of the messages happened, but in a matter of about twenty minutes my dad cancelled on me saying he didn’t feel well, I made plans with three people to cum through in the morning and they all ghosted the conversation at various points. During all of that, my good FWB and Reddit fan and I made plans for the afternoon. I figured I was all set for the day, I’d get a couple loads in from him and be happy.
I went about my day and after about an hour, I got a message from a guy on Sniffies. We asked all the questions and made plans. He was a great fuck. His cock was super thick and kinda long and didn’t overuse it either. He dropped a huge load in my cunt, and it dripped down my legs as I locked the door behind him. Bonus load!
My good FWB and Reddit fan came over after I got home from bringing my dad to the grocery store. We agreed that he’d hang out and we’d get stoned for a bit in between him dumping loads, so when he got here we took our time getting to the kitchen. Once we were in there and ready, he started fingering me...getting me good and open. I pushed back onto his hand a little bit...I really wanted his cock. After just a few minutes, he stuck his cock into my cunt and started fucking me good like he does. He dumped his load and we pulled up our pants, then went into my room to do some bong hits. I topped off the bowl with some of his stuff, and we passed the bong back and forth as we talked about our lives and laughed at the similarities. He also laughed at my age when I talked about remembering when Smartfood was introduced to grocery stores, but that’s what makes fucking him fun. His vibe is so chill and we just click. After finishing the bong, we talked a bit more, then he took a bathroom break. I had a feeling I knew what he was doing in there, and I was more than ready to take another load from him. When he came back into the room, I told him he could just shut the door when he was ready to go again and he immediately shut the door. I was like “damn, okay” and I stood up, took off a pant leg and knelt on the edge of the bed. He stabbed his way into my cunt and had me cumming almost immediately. He fucks me good and this time was no exception. Actually, this second time around was a little better than the fuck we had in the kitchen an hour earlier. He dumped his load and we fixed our clothes, then he left. A notification from Reddit came through in that moment, so I checked it quick to see if someone was looking to dump a load.
Another Redditor, repeat. His cock was nice and felt really good inside my cunt, but he moved really slow and didn’t push it in deep. He asked me how many loads I wanted, which got me super wet, so I agreed on the three he said he had in him. He was very soft and gentle with his cock and no matter how much I pushed back on him, he was only about halfway in at all times. His girth hit the right spot and made me cum quickly thinking about having three loads in there. He came soon after that and kept going at the same pace, same depth, everything. His hands didn’t even hold my hips, and that felt pretty disconnected and distant. It kind of felt like a little kid holding the corner of a dirty towel with his forefinger and thumb. I’m not asking for a commitment, but it would be nice to feel the person’s presence and not just half of his cock in my cunt. After a few more minutes of steadily moving half of his dick in and out, I involuntarily came and squeezed a small load out of him in the process. He told me that it might be a bit before he could get another load in, and by then my back was getting stiff and my kidneys were burning, so I told him it was all good. I was happy with the two he gave me, and really just needed to stand up and move around. So, he pulled his pants up and left. I locked the door behind him and went in my room to chug a bunch of water and lie down. I was done for the day.
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[M/S] I had a threesome with my friend and his mom while on vacation
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I am only going to talk about MY experience. I'm not going to get into their dynamic when I am not around or things he has told me in confidence. I am a twenty two year old woman and my friend is my age(we went school together) but that is all I want to say about them. Also anything sexual mentioned happened in the last two years when we were 18+. Also he is aware that I am posting this.
So I became really close friends with him in grade school. We grew up together and did everything together. He is my best friend and we get along. We go to concerts together and travel together a lot. His mom had him pretty young and raised him as a single mother. My parents would give his mom money and even would buy Christmas presents so she could say that she or Santa got them. We just have a really close bond and friendship. She is like a second mom to me and she was also my bisexual awakening. I always felt confused growing up but she helped me realize I am into girls as well as guys. I started hooking up with my friend in college and it just kind of happened. We lived in a small apartment together. Like a really shitty small studio apartment. We didn't even have our own rooms just beds on two sides of the apartment. So it just kind of started happening.
It started with masturbation. At first we would try to wait until the other was out. Or he would just go to the bathroom and handle it there. I have a hard time orgasming unless I am comfortable so it was really bad for me. I need to be lying down and relaxing. Eventually we just came to an agreement that masturbation is a part of life and that we'd just do it in bed. The first few times just masturbating under the covers while he is in bed on his phone was so uncomfortable. Also because I use a vibrator so it was just dead quiet and this loud ass vibrator was going off. I was moaning loud but I would be breathing and it was just weird. He would masturbate in bed too but not under the covers. It's harder for guys for obvious reasons. That's how the sexual relationship with us started. Masturbating and talking about sex. We'd talk while masturbating and masturbate at the same time. He would watch porn on his bed and it would always be incest. My porn would vary but his was 99 percent of the time mother and son fantasy. We'd talk about it and he opened up about how it's his thing.
From there a sexual relationship started and it's still just sex. We are best friends and we don't live together anymore but we have sex pretty frequently. It just started like normal. We would masturbate in the same bed, then started touching and using our mouths, then full on sex. We are friends so there wasn't like any weirdness really. I think if I were a person he was dating or trying to impress he'd be more shy but since we're besties it was just easy for him to tell me. There wasn't any jealousy if I was with other men or women and if we were seriously dating someone we'd just stop having sex. It wasn't hard. I indulged his incest fantasy and mostly would pretend to be his mom while we had sex and over time it got clear to me that he wanted HIS mom. He didn't just want to fuck a fantasy mom he wanted his mom. It didn't make me uncomfortable or even really surprise be tbh because I know him well. He would get me the same perfume she wears or have my do my hair like hers and it was fun. Incest isn't my specific fetish but the idea of him wanting to fuck his mom was kind of hot. It was just like a naughty thing.
Our sex life was great. We lived together until I was 21 and we just fucked a lot. Like it was just a very sexually convenient time for the both of us. He'd eat my pussy 5 times a day and I'd get on my knees and suck his dick literally whenever he wanted. I'd suck his dick in the car before we got out. Sex was just great and comfortable. I'd be getting dressed for the day and then out of nowhere we're having sex for an hour. So we have indulged the fantasy a lot. As I said in the beginning. I'm not going to get into what I didn't see or wasn't involved in but he was getting closer to his mom during this time. It was stressful because the absent father was trying to get back in the life but he was terrible so it was a whole bad thing. So they were spending more time together and getting closer.
Me, him, and his mom all went on vacation last year for two weeks. We left the country but that is all I'll say. My friend and his mom shared a hotel room and I had my own. He is close to his mom so I didn't think it was weird but like the energy with them was different. I'm not going into what happened during vacation but on the third night he opened up to me. He told me that things had been changing between them and that a week before he made out with his mom and felt her tits. He said she wanted more but he stopped it and he talked to me about it. He asked me if I hated him or if I thought it was weird. I just said that he is my friend and I love him and that he isn't hurting anyone. They are two grown adults doing what they do. I was just rubbing his back and saying he wasn't disgusting because that is how how he felt. I comforted him then we went somewhere secluded and he fucked me from behind and he definitely needed the relief.
A couple of days after that we were all in their hotel room and it was just relaxed. His mom has always been cool. She smoked weed with us on vacation and got drunk with us so we were having a blast. We were just in the room and I was on the couch with my friend and his mom was on the bed to the right of us. She was just wearing a robe and was like laying on her side kind of. She was just laying there on her phone and my friend could not stop looking at her. He would look at her and look at me and I just held his hand and told him it was okay. Then he just got up and went over and started fucking her. It happened just like that. He just pulled his pants down, lifted her robe, and started fucking her and I could not believe my eyes. She was moaning and he started kissing his mom on the lips and it was fucking wild. Just to see like my best friend and his mom/my second mom just start having sex was almost too much. I felt weird just sitting there while it was happening. Like I was intruding on their moment but they just had sex and he was on top of her and she was super into it. I got closer and just stood there and watched awkwardly but then she motioned for me to come over. So I kissed her and it was great time for me too because she was my bi awakening. I have wanted to kiss her like my whole fucking life.
We had a threesome that night and she went down on me while my friend fucked her. It was a threesome but were not all like connected all the time. Sometimes I'd just be fucking him while his mom was laying down next to us sipping wine. Or maybe she'd be sucking his dick while I was catching my breath off to the side. It was a sex filled night and the rest of vacation was kinky as hell. We could not keep our hands off of each other and I was so happy to see my bestie live out his fantasy. I could just see in his eyes the whole time that he was in heaven and that he wanted this for so long. The sex was good but I just loved seeing him happy.
They still have sex and we still have sex. We've had threesomes since then. I've fucked his mom without him even there before. We just met up and had sex and it's a pretty positive vibe and experience going on. I think I would feel really weird if it were my own. I can't imagine every doing incest myself but I enjoy watching and being part of it. And it works for them and they find value in it and it's hot to see.
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The Procedure [M26/F35][cum milking]
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The Procedure (M26)
"Remove your robe please, and take a seat on the chair" the female nurse said, gesturing towards a high-tech contraption in the middle of the large room connected to a long metal arm "and the procedure will commence." I obeyed, shedding my robe and setting on the provided cart, then making my way, now nude, to the machine. I sat down in the machine, soft padding protecting me from the cold metal, and awaited further instructions. While the other nurses scurried around the room, preparing the equipment, Dr. Jennifer approached me. She began to fasten harnesses around my arms and legs, and spoke as she did so.
"As you have been briefed, this experiment is due to the high vitality readings of your semen. Out of all of our test subjects, you have by far the highest sperm count. From our previous testing, the sperm of a man infused with a biological compound we have developed can have extremely beneficial health benefits, including delayed aging. These benefits are directly proportional to your sperm count, and so you have been chosen to be our.....producer for our new health product."
"How is the biological compound absorbed?" I asked.
"Anally." She replied, completely seriously.
Before I could protest, my mouth was blocked by a breathing tube, and Dr. Jennifer began busying herself with other parts of the procedure that required her attention, leaving me to wait in silence.
Before long, the nurses were all at their stations, and Dr. Jennifer addressed them from her control podium in front of me.
"Ladies, we are here today to witness history in the making. I give you......Life itself."
She pushed a button on her console and the machine roared to life, lifting me nearly ten feet in the air and flipping me over so I now faced the ground, arms and legs spread wide, my cock now dangling for all to see.
"Commence with Compound B insertion"
From my position, I couldn't see above me, but heard the whir of machinery then felt something cold and wet slip into my ass, sending shocks of surprise up and down my spine. I saw large tanks of blue fluid that lined the walls begin to bubble, then a rush of warmth as the compound began to flow out of the anal probe, deep into my ass. Almost immediately, my body began to glow with a comfortable heat coming from deep inside of me, causing my penis to twitch and leak drops of pre-cum that splattered onto the rings of machinery below me.
"Getting excited are we?" Said Dr. Jennifer, reaching out and gently poking the very tip of my cock with her gloved hand.
"The subject is absorbing the compound perfectly" Said one of the nurses, prompting Dr. Jennifer to nod and push another series of buttons.
"Now we begin the extraction."
The machinery in the floor began to rotate and telescope, extending upwards towards my cock like the mouth of a hungry beast. The highest part of the machinery, a well-lubed silicone lined clear plastic tube, approached my cock before swallowing it up to the base. The machine then began to move, pumping up and down, rotating side to side, stimulating all parts of my penis. It stroked the whole length of my shaft while gently massaging the head. I felt the suction activate, wicking the last drops of my precum into the depths of the machine.
The machine grew faster and faster, sending me into new heights of pleasure while Dr. Jennifer looked on hungrily. I felt an orgasm approach, and quickly released it, sending jets of cum, now glowing a brilliant blue, into the machine.
I saw my cum flying through the tubes lining the room, before being dispensed into a small vial, which Dr. Jennifer eagerly snatched up. She held the vial up to my face as another orgasm shot though my body, continuing the production of this miracle solution.
"A toast to you, my lovely test subject" she said, before draining the vial, then tipping it to me in gratitude added "and my lovely cum cow. Of course, the solution is most effective when administered vaginally, but you don't get to see that." As I experienced orgasm after orgasm, being milked for the essence of life, Dr. Jennifer left the room, her experiment complete.
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Accidental kink unlocked. Wife gets turned on reading comments. [m] [f]53/50
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A little while back I posted a picture of my beautiful wife on a vanilla non-sex related sub. Got a bunch of likes and comments, then a dm from a 25 year old guy, telling me he loves older women and wanted my permission to take care of himself while looking at her picture.
I didn’t know how to react but just said “ go right ahead”.
He got very descriptive at what he wanted to do with her, and what he liked about her.
To be clear, I’m not into sharing at all, physically, I’m not knocking that lifestyle, just wouldn’t work for us, but I did agree to send another picture to him, and again, he responded with telling me how hot she is and what he would do to her.
It was a little exciting reading the compliments so I told my wife about it.
I didn’t think at all she would be mad, she’s 50, 6’ tall, great set of tits, and the longest legs ever. I’m not kidding. She dresses well, and knows how to accentuate her assets , and is definitely a head turner..
she got so turned on by the compliments, she grabbed me by the shirt and told me , I need you now! Holy shit the sex was incredible.. it usually is, but this was extra. She was so wet, and was on top of me, grinding away,until we both came.
When I pulled out, she wasn’t done. Cleaned my cock with her mouth, kept going till I was hard again, and just sucked my cock until I came again. I was shaking after that it was so good.
I’ve never posted any sexy or nudes of her anywhere, but tempted to do it , to get the same reaction out of her.
This is a throwaway account for me and I’ve never posed any pictures of her from this account.
This is probably the mildest “gone wild” story on here, but If there is a sub for this sort of thing, if I decide to continue, I’d love to know.
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Roadside [M20s/F20s] [Exhib]
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When there was room, he pulled off to the side of the road, putting the car in park. He reclined his seat, unbuckled his pants and pulled them down, his hard cock springing out.
“Wanna come get it wet first?” he winked at her.
She leaned over to his cock, and began licking up his shaft, slowly, from the bottom to the top and back down and up again. The car shook as other vehicles passed by and there was a warm breeze coming through the windows as she was now licking and sucking at the tip of his cock.
He was breathing heavily now, hand on her head, fingers laced in her hair. She placed her mouth around his cock and bobbed her head up and down, thoroughly coating his dick with her saliva. He pushed her head down further, thrusting himself up, causing her to gag a little as his cock hit the back of her throat.
“Mmm, fuck.” He breathed out, before releasing her head, and then tugging her up towards him.
She started to straddle him, before he stopped her. Instead he shifted himself over top and laid her down beneath him. He grabbed her by the hips and slid her up, farther on the seat so she was nearly falling off and had to brace herself. One hand against the back window, her other hand clutching his forearm, as he showered her with passionate kisses all across her pussy.
“Oh! Oh fuck!” she moaned
His tongue hungrily licked up her juices around her opening before plunging into her depths. She bucked and gyrated her hips, moaning aloud. He groped at her ass and thighs, hauling her legs onto his shoulders. She clutched the seat, as he moved one hand to her clit, the other to her ass and began rubbing. Her feet tried to find purchase on the ceiling and window sill, whatever she could find, while his mouth and tongue ravenously ate her up.
She squeezed his face between her thighs and screamed in pleasure, not caring if she could be heard. The sounds of the cars passing by mixed with the blaring music were all drowned out, pushed into the background of her mind. While in the foreground all she could feel was the pure ecstasy that was flowing from her cunt across her entire body. Filling up her core, rushing up her chest into her breasts, down her legs into her toes. She was getting closer and closer to her peak, her hip thrusting desperate as she screamed his name.
He knew she was on the verge of cumming and so he pushed his thumb into her ass sending her over the edge. Her screams turned into guttural moans, as she convulsed and shook. He continued rubbing her and tongue fucking her until her clit was too sensitive, then he licked up all her new wetness.
“Oh fuck.” she breathed out as her orgasm subsided.
However, he wasn’t done yet and pulled her down to his cock, still hard and waiting. He thrust into her pussy, sliding deep into her. Again and again. Harder each time. Forcing himself as deep as he could go. Her cunt welcoming his cock into her wet folds.
His mouth found hers as he leaned over her, their tongues swirling around each other. Her taste heavy on his tongue. She pulled him in tightly as he pounded her with his thick cock. He was picking up his pace now, faster with each thrust. Pulling his mouth away from hers to hold himself up, he was slamming his cock into her so hard she gripped the seat to steady herself.
“Oh fuck!” He moaned, thrusting his throbbing cock into her cunt, shooting his load deep into her. And then again, and again, filling her pussy up with all his cum before his arms gave out and he collapsed into her, breathless.
Her hands found their way under his shirt to caress him and she kissed his neck softly yet passionately, while he caught his breath, dick still inside her.
“We’re definitely going to be late.” she said
“Yeah. Pretty sure we were already going to be late.” He lifted himself off her, his dick sliding out still slightly hard. She climbed her way back over to her seat, and he adjusted himself and his seat back into place, before he lit up a cigarette. She had opened the glove box to find some napkins to soak up the jizz that would soon be dripping out of her.
“You know it would be really hot if you didn’t clean it up.” He winked at her as he put the car into drive.
“My dress is kind of short though, and what if it starts leaking down my legs? That would be so awkward.” She blushed with the thought of embarrassment but there was also a bit of her that liked the idea of it.
He pulled back onto the road, merging with the traffic. “I doubt it’s going to leak that much, but it would be extra hot if it did.” he chuckled a bit before taking a drag.
“I don’t know. And I don’t want to drip on the floor. I don’t think they’d appreciate that.” She was still sitting there, the glove box open, panties on the floor, undecided.
“I guess.” He shrugged, “I still think you should.”
“Hmm, maybe. Though I’m not going to let it drip down my legs.”
“Yeah, you can just leave it until if it starts dripping.”
“Before it starts dripping.” She closed the glove box and pulled up her underwear over her wet pussy. He glanced over at her with a smile.
“Fuck, your actually going to do it? Not complaining at all, of course, just surprised.”
“Well, I think so, but we’ll see how it goes.” She looked away blushing, a giddy excitement rushing through her.
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Unknown Things Lurking in the Water Part 3 [F18-19/M+ 18-55] [Alien][ScFi][Bondage][Exhib][Anal][mc]
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*1 and 2 in my post history...*
She stretched and yawned, the afternoon sun peeking through her curtains. A sudden wash of shame flooded over her, remembering intimately what she had done early that morning. Her wrists were marked from the coarse rope they had strung her up with. She wondered how she would explain that. She shrugged it off, reaching between her legs. She teased her clit while her other hand slid under her t-shirt and began to play with her breasts. She could never remember being this desperate or horny before. Her back arched, biting her lip as she tried to stay quiet. She didn’t know if her parents were around. Fuck she missed the dorms. Her eyes closed as she sunk her finger past her lips. The memories of the night before flooded her. The feeling of being strung up, so vulnerable and exposed. She had only offered herself to the three of them, hadn’t she? The first orgasm washed over as she contemplated the idea that she had been raped in some way, never truly agreeing or consenting to take that whole group. The whole crew? Fuck, what had he meant by that? She remembered how it felt, the feeling of two men inside her. One man cupping and groping her breasts with rough, dirty hands as the other held her legs apart. She could distinctly remember the larger ones, the feeling of the head of his cock driving into her cervix with each thrust. A mix of pain and pleasure that only seemed to enhance each orgasm. How many times had she cum last night? It was just an ebb and flow, no real break. Her breasts, her nipples and clit so sensitive and so easy to push her over the edge with the slightest touch. She remembered the one who had held her tight by the hair, grunting in her ear as he sodomized her, the smell of cheap cigarettes on his breath. Another orgasm washed over her. Why was this so easy? She had never felt compelled to keep going before.
When she finally finished, she rolled out of bed and tossed on some clothes. She didn’t bother to shower, knowing she looked and likely smelled like a common whore. She shrugged it off and grabbed her keys. She needed to hit the pharmacy for some Plan B. Walking through the pharmacy, she headed to the aisle and found what she was looking for. She picked up one box and turned before pausing. She went back and grabbed 3 more. What was coming over her, she thought? She headed to the counter. Another strange compulsion washed over her, her body aching. The cashier was a middle-aged man. Not totally unattractive but not Katie’s usual type. She let him ring her up; “$225” he said in a bored monotone. Katie made a show of digging through her purse, “Fuck…figures I’d forget my wallet.” She sighed, giving the man a coy smile as she reached for his hand. Seriously, what was going on with her, she wondered? He eyed the co-ed and shrugged. He leaned in close, not that anyone was around. “I’m off in 4 hours, meet me back here.” He said. She smiled, reaching for the boxes. He playfully smacked her hand away, “After, sweetheart…” he said with a grin. Katie nodded and headed back out to her car. Her gym bag was in the back seat. The Y was close by, and she headed off, figuring an hour on the treadmill might clear her head and knock some sense in her. If anything, spending an hour watching the parade of athletic men made her even more confused and even desperate. Frustrated, she headed off to the showers to clean up for her “date”. As the shower stall steamed up and she let the water wash over her, an idea came to mind. Kill two birds with one stone. She finished up, got dressed and headed up to the front desk. “You guys hiring part time? Just need something for the summer before I head back to State.” She said to the manager. Resume? She happened to have one saved and could email him quick. An hour later she walked back to her car with a new job. Her mom could get off her back now, Katie would be working the closing shift 3 days a week 5-10. Her mind was racing with horrid thoughts.
The time was getting close, so she headed back to the pharmacy. She pulled into a space and watched the clock, waiting for him to come out. Finally, she saw him, walking towards his car. She got out and went to him. He smiled and held a bag up. She smiled, not believing she was going through with this. Or really anything she had done recently. She hopped in the car and he drove her down the street towards an old shopping center. He pulled around back, where the loading dock was. He parked the car and looked over at her, “You better be worth $200, bitch.”. It was the contempt in his voice that drove her wild. This man, that likely lived in mom’s basement and had a collection of Star Wars toys, still found himself better than what he presumed was a street rat hooker down on her luck. She nodded, wasting no time to slide her panties off from under her skirt. She leaned over and unzipped him, freeing his cock. She started to suck him, his hand resting on her head holding her firm. His cock tasted stale and salty after his 8 hour shift in pressed khakis. Her nose wrinkled but she continued, listening to his moans get louder. She pulled away and climbed across the seat, straddling his lap as she lowered herself on him. He reached under her shirt, cupping her breasts awkwardly. Clearly, he had little experience for a man his age. She rolled her eyes and continued, rocking, and grinding her hips just right. The shame and guilt washing over her but arousing her in such delightful ways. She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around his neck. The first orgasm was building inside her. It had never been this easy for her before. She picked up her pace, the car rocking as her moans joined his. She was really riding him now, as best she could across the cramped seat. Her vaginal walls clenched tightly around his shaft, she could feel herself milking him as he finished her. After a brief pause, she leaned close and nibbled his ear, “Worth it?”. He was speechless for a minute and simply nodded. She rolled off and back across to the passenger seat. He reached back and handed her the bag. “Get out!” he barked. She hesitated; a bit taken aback. “But I need a ride ba…” he cut her off. “Out…I don’t need work seeing me drop off some whore. It’s only 15 blocks.” He clearly wasn’t in the mood for a debate. Katie reluctantly got out and started the long walk back.
It was late when she got home, her mom disappointed she had missed dinner. Katie cheered her up with the news of the job, which got her mom off her back for once. She really did miss State and the freedom she had there. Not that they controlled much here. It was just different. She headed upstairs after a quick bite to eat. She popped out one of the pills and downed it with some water. She grabbed her stuff and headed to the bathroom where she ran a nice, hot bubble bath. She lit some candles, blasted some music, and tried to lose herself in the nearly scalding water to wash away the filth of the past 24 hours. She had orientation the next two days for her new job and didn’t want to screw it up. She found her mind drifting, her hands wandering before she snapped up and willed herself to self-discipline. She climbed out and dried off, eager or a night’s rest and fresh start in the morning.
She woke the next morning with that same familiar headache, praying she could get through the next two days. She downed two cups of coffee, a few pieces of peanut butter toast and a fistful of aspirin before heading out for her orientation. The day was long, her pounding headache only making it worse. She kept the bottle of aspirin close by, but nothing touched it. She was miserable. Finally, the day ended. Her mother had dinner ready for her, which she was thankful for but only picked at her food. Her mother’s incessant questioning just made things worse. She tolerated it for a bit but finally headed up to bed, blaming the long day. She hoped it would be better in the morning.
The next day Katie woke with an even worse headache coupled with chills and horrible body aches. She knew she wasn’t sick – or at least that kind of sick – and knew what the cure was for the feelings that made her miserable. She pushed it out of her mind and planned on grinding through the day. She was so distracted she nearly lost her new job. She managed to convince her boss that it was just something she ate and would be good when she started back on her regular shift in a few days. He reluctantly allowed her to head home a few hours early, much to her relief. She again endured the droning of her mother, nibbling at her food before finally excusing herself to bed. She tossed and turned for hours, feeling worse with each passing hour. Finally, she sat up and looked at her clock. Just after midnight. She knew what she had to do.
She tiptoed out of the house, down the path and out to her pond. It was a full moon, and the meadow was bathed in pale moonlight. For the first time she realized that she had gone out of the house barefoot in panties and a crop top. She stripped quickly, feeling the goosebumps on her skin in the cool night air. She dove into the water, even colder at night and offered herself. It wasn’t long. She felt the creature beneath her. It took her wrists first, pulling them behind her back like she was cuffed. Rather than spreading her, this time a single thick tentacle or tendril snaked around both legs and bound them tight against each other. To her surprise it pulled, rather than pushed, and she found herself sinking as it pulled her under the water. A sense of calm and serenity washed over her, she wasn’t panicked at all as the thing wrapped around her neck and her head came under the water. She could breathe as if she was on the bank. Under the water she was deprived of all senses, pulled deep enough she couldn’t see the pale glow of the moon. It attached itself to her breasts as it normally did, and all the aches of the past two days vanished. The thing began to violate her, the small stalks entering her. She could feel the one go deep, until it pressed against her cervix. The rest of it began to swell as the first waves of pleasure washed over her. The sense of euphoria and the hazy, hypnotic fever dream began. Only this time it was beyond anything she had experienced before. The last few days played out, almost like watching a video of what she had done. The intense euphoria was like a stronger high, like buying better weed or getting the good Molly. She had a sense that this thing was almost rewarding her for what she had done. She bucked wildly in it’s grasp. Instead of the usual ebb and flow, the crescendo as she reached each peak of climax, this became one prolonged orgasm. She had no sense of time.
She entered the same fantasy world, Alice through the looking glass. She was suddenly warm, even hot, and could feel her skin bead with sweat despite being in the icy cold depths of her pond. She could smell the cedar and dry heat of the sauna at the Y. She was on her knees, looking up at three coal dark cocks that contrasted with her lily-white skin. She licked her lips, eyeing the men they belonged to. Her stomach knotted at the sight of their toned frames towering over her. She eagerly took the first in her mouth, offering herself as a gift. She could feel the pressure against her throat as he held her head firm. Katie was in a frenzy, knowing this wasn’t real but still feeling the slight panic as she was choked with the phallus. The man finally pulled away leaving her gasping and sputtering. Before she could catch her breath, he renewed his attentions on her throat, his friends joining him as Katie found herself pulled from shaft to shaft, never given a chance to fully recover. There was an angry hiss as she felt it get hotter, cold water hitting the sauna rocks with an angry burst of steam. One of them sat down on the bench and Katie was placed on his lap. She eagerly took his cock, lowering herself on him. The creature put more pressure on her cervix, making Katie convulse as she lost sight of what was real and what wasn’t. Her stomach bulged with the massive cock inside her as she began to ease herself up and down on him. His friend wasted no time, pressing his cock against her ass. The thing swelled inside her instantly, leaving her wild in its grasp as any sense of reality blurred in a haze. The third man sat on the upper bench of the sauna, just to the side of the friend she was riding. It put him in just the right position for Katie to suck his cock. She could taste him, could taste the precum on her tongue. Somehow, she took them with ease, finding no difficulty in being taken airtight by three hung bulls. She was completely lost in the dream state, allowing herself to submit to the moment and whatever came of this. She drifted in and out, unaware if she was conscious or not. Experiencing both reality and fantasy in a way that was indescribable. The men were using her hard, like she was used to it. At one point they repositioned her. One man lying on his back and having her lay on him facing the ceiling. She quickly found herself being sodomized again. He held her legs, pulling them obscenely towards her head as his cock stretched her. His friend stroked his shaft and pressed it against her ass as well. Her eyes were wide, and, in the moment, she had a distinct realization that the creature was doing the same to her. She could feel the familiar tickle of a small tendril. She felt as it began to swell and grow, despite the other already inside her. Her mind went blank, her body overwhelmed with the myriad of competing sensations.
She woke in the blazing midday sun, nestled amongst the pine needles next to her clothes. Her phone buzzed angerly in the pile. She reached for it, groggy and delirious. “Hello…” she said hoarsely. “You know we don’t make you pay rent on break or expect much. But just taking off for 2 days without a word is ridiculous Katie!” her mother was practically screaming on the phone. “I like Megan and I don’t care if you guys want to catch up over break, just let us know so we don’t get worried. Now when are you coming home? You have work tomorrow, remember?” Katie was trying to process everything, shocked when her mother had said 2 days. Katie stammered an apology and promised she’d be back after work, her and Megan where going to spend another day together and she’d go to work from her house. She hung and sighed, falling back on the soft grass. She scrolled through her phone, finding a dozen texts from Megan: “Hey, ur mom is pissed! Told her u r here…” … “where r u? I didn’t think we had to cover anymore.” … “Katie, seriously…I mean it’s no big deal if you’re out for a guy, just let me know so I can get the story straight.” “This better be a damn good story girl…” they continued just like that. Katie looked at her clothes. She certainly couldn’t go home in her PJs. She looked at her phone. She hit send and called Megan. It took her several minutes to get her best friend to shut up, telling her that she needed some clothes. She gave Megan directions and waited.
“Jesus Fucking Christ, Katie! You go wild in just a few semesters?” for the first time, Katie remembered she hadn’t bothered to dress. Megan had walked down the path and found her lying completely naked in the afternoon sun. She turned to her friend but before she could say a word, “Damn, let me know who the doc is that did those. Can’t even see the scars. They look great on you, just right.” She looked down, remembering only then the lingering effects the creature had on her, though apparently 2 whole days with it had a much more profound effect than the earlier times. Katie took a deep breath, not sure how to explain anything to her friend. “Look, don’t freak out. Everything is OK…but maybe it’s best to show you rather than describe it. Fuck I don’t even know if I can describe it…” she trailed off, leaving Megan with a confused look on her face. Katie got up and went to the water’s edge, she had no idea what this would be like since the effects from the last hadn’t worn off. She dove in the water and waited.
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*If you happened to take a lazy stroll down the secluded path at the right time and came across the open meadow, you would find Katie held high out of the water. Black things wrapping around her body, like thick ropes. Her legs splayed out obscenely, her heels touching her inner thighs as it bends her legs. Arms and wrists bound, completely at its mercy. If you are a bit kinky, you might recognize something resembling a complex Shibari tie. The thick, organic tendrils braiding and weaving around her fair, smooth skin. Something like a chest harness. You’d see it attach to her nipples, watching as her breasts gradually swell in its grasp. Her gorgeous, small, and perky breasts growing at least two sizes, still matching her petite frame perfectly. You’d watch her back arch, her body quivering without relief as it held her. The meadow is completely silent, despite what appears to be her obvious enjoyment. You see another one of the “ropes”, tenticles or whatever they are coming between her legs, splitting into two forks or branches. It begins to penetrate her, easing itself inside her. You can see the stalks just outside of her begin to swell. Then they begin to pull away, easing almost completely out before slowly sliding back into her. Your eyes are wide, seeing how large they’ve grown. Practically the size of softball bats, easing in and out of her with no difficulty. Taking her in tandem as it uses her vaginally and anally. Watching a second pair of things braid around the larger stalks and penetrate her as well. Those things begin to swell in their own way, though nowhere near as large. You can just make out how distended her stomach is from this thing, watching as her toes curl and her body bucks. You watch memorized as this thing continues to use her, losing all track of time. Looking at your watch you’re shocked that nearly 2 hours has gone by. Yet the thing continues, the girl’s back arched in the obscenest way as she continues to convulse in its grasp. It pulls completely out of her, the things shrinking in size. Wide eyed, you see the thing’s appendage swell into a massive phallus as it presses against her, easing into her again as it begins to sodomize the girl in its grasp. There’s no sense of pain or force, she appears to take the footlong appendage with no difficult. It begins to move and bend her in a depraved ballet as the grotesquely large shaft remains fully penetrated inside her. As the sun hangs low in the sky, it finally removes itself from her and begins lowering her back into the water. The rope like appendages unravelling and releasing her body as she gently floats in the crisp cool water. It cradles her, bringing her to the water’s edge and nestling her on the bank in a bed of pine needles. Her bubblegum pink nipples appear painfully erect, her breasts engorged and swollen. Her eyes are closed, as she lays there. Her body twitches and convulses with soft moans. Three inky black tendrils slither out of the water, barely the size of the girl’s smallest finger, they caress her body as they feel for their place. Latching onto her clitoris and nipples, her back again arches. Her moans fill the air as she bucks and writhes on the meadow floor. To your surprise, her body shows no evidence of being used and penetrated by the thing and its massive appendages. You would swear this girl had never been touched in her life. You walk away, taking a last glance at the creature's lover splayed out on the bank of the pond, her soft and breathy moans now filling the still air as her body quivers in its touch.*
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>*I'm happy you all are enjoying yourselves. Please feel free to reach out \[prefer women\] with any comments or thoughts you have. Always love exploring the idea and finding inspiration for further parts.*
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[B/S] [A/ne] My [M40] wife [F38] finds out about my past (and sometimes present) relationships with my sister [F45] and aunt [F60]
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This keeps getting deleted. Hopefully I get it right this time. Thanks for your hard work, mods!
Pretty much what the title says. She knew about my incest kink and actually enjoyed indulging in the kink with me, pretending to be my mother or sister or daughter. Then she found out that my sister and I actually fooled around when she was 23 and I was 18 and that I lost my virginity to my aunt. When confronted, I was so shocked I couldn't deny it. She started to cry and asked me if I was still fucking them. I told her just my sister (I hadn't had an encounter with my aunt in over two years). But the worst part is that she asked me if I would stop. I think she asked because she already knew the answer. She knew before me, because I had never even considered the question.
I told her no, I wouldn't stop. She asked me if I loved her, and I assured her that I did. That pissed her off and she threw me out of the house. My sister found out and had me stay over while her husband was away working (he would do months of work, then take months off). My niece had already moved out, so I took her old room. I was waiting to get served for divorce any day, and to my wife's credit, she kept everything to herself. She didn't tell a soul. My daughter knew something was up when I didn't show up, and she called me to see what the hell was going on. Of course, I couldn't tell her. I couldn't sleep for nights at a time.
My sister was mortified that our secret was out, even if it was just to my wife. Neither of us to this day knows how she found out.
My wife came to see me about a week after she found out. I dreaded the meeting. I am sure she did too. My sister welcomed her in the house and asked her to sit on the couch across from me. Everything was very civil though the mood was so tense. There was no real small talk. How could there be? I was exhausted from lack of sleep and I couldn’t think straight. My sister spent a couple nights crying because she knew her reputation was in my wife's hands.
Anyway, my wife opened with the first question: "Are you still fucking my husband?" She tried to sound strong, but struggled getting the words out.
"Yes," my sister replied softly, immediately beginning to weep. Tears began to flow down my wife's cheeks too.
"Have you fucked him since I kicked him out?"
"No," my sister replied solemnly. There was a minute of respite where no words were exchanged.
"Will you keep fucking him?" My wife asked, finally breaking the silence.
"I don't know!" My sister began ugly crying. That was all the information my wife needed. She got up and left. I tried to go comfort my sister, but she just pushed me away.
That was four months ago. Earlier this week, I got a call from my wife. She said she needed to see me at the house. I complied and prepared myself for the inevitable divorce papers.
I got there right after sunset, and she poured us each a glass of wine. We drank in silence. I finally broke and asked, "Are you going to divorce me?"
"No," she smiled. She was pleased that I broke the silence first. "No, I tried being mad at you. It didn't work." She poured more wine and again we drank in silence. "Everytime I thought about what you did with your own sister, instead of getting pissed, I got wet." She laughed out loud. The wine had hit her fast and hard.
"Did you have anything to eat at all today?" I asked her.
"I had a bagel," she said, "but I got so nervous I threw it up." Her cheeks were visibly red. "Mike," she said, "I want you to move back in." I was stunned. That was the last thing I expected to hear. "Please, Mike! I'll be your mother, your daughter, whoever you need me to be."
"Are you sure?" I asked in disbelief.
"Yeah. I will be whoever you want me to be."
"No," I said confused, "I mean about me moving back in."
"Honesty, I stopped being mad at you after a month. I spent the next three trying to figure out how to tell you to come back. I've made peace with the fact you will continue to fuck your sister." I about spit out my wine; she drank more. "Just don't do it behind my back. And don't ask for a threesome, because that is not happening. Just tell me about it when we fuck. Tell me all the details. And [daughter's name] better never find out. If she does, you and your sister take the fall completely." I agreed to all her terms.
Later that night I called my sister and told her everything. She was relieved, but equally stunned. Now my wife and I have the wildest sex. I know I'm an asshole, but it turned out well for me this time. Sorry to those of you waiting for me to get my comeuppance. Sonetimes the asshole wins.
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The day I [26F] got to fuck my first crush, the brother [29M] of my HS best friend [MF]
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This happened three years ago. It was summer and I was visiting my home country in the warm Mediterranean. It was my first summer back after a few years, so I was excited to go on a stall in the narrow street in a warm summer night in my sun dress.
And that I did. I had a friend visiting my country for the first time so I was his guide. For the first days, I took him to a small island close to the mainland where we had our basis. We spent the day going around and enjoying the beach. Of course, I had to share online a story of the beautiful view of the crystal blue sea. After only a few seconds I get a reaction from the brother of my high school friend, let's call him X, which I had not seen since my high school years and quite honestly even had forgotten that I followed. "You're back home?! I see you're enjoying yourself already. It's been years since we last talked. Hit me up when you're back to the city. I'd love to catch up". That was a pleasant surprise, and an even more pleasant surprise happened when I checked his profile....
X was a few years older than me, and my first ever crush. He had black curly hair, amber eyes, strong jaw and a strong body. He always teased me and made me laugh which made it so easy to fall for him...and I liked him enough to get the courage to start exploring my body. Fast forward to ten years later when I checked his profile. I saw that he had only grown to be even more handsome than I remembered. His body was now decorated with tattoos, he had a thick black beard, and his amber eyes were still stunning. After scrolling till the end of his photos, I decided to reply back. "X!! So nice to hear from you, yes I'm back and definitely in for a beer. I'm coming back to the city tonight. Can't wait to hear your news". I felt my heart instantly beating faster and my thoughts were focusing on how hot he grew up to become. Immediately my body started reacting to these thoughts, and my red bikini barely covered my aroused nipples.
While lost in my thoughts, I got a reply back. "Let's do it. I'll get us a table at a friends bar for tomorrow. Btw, you're in my favourite island and beach, send me a photo of the view to make me jealous. I'm stuck at work".
I walked a bit around to calm my thoughts and excitement. I almost fell silly of how excited his messages made me. "Get yourself together, R.", I told to myself. As I was walking next to the beach bar, I noticed a mirror by the bar with "I don't need a man, I need a tequila and a tan" on top.. Classic tactic to make a someone post on social media. But then I noticed how good I looked on that red bikini of mine and my horny brain took over. I snapped a photo of the beach, and on the corner you could catch a glimpse of me and that red bikini hugging my big hips. I hesitated to send the photo, but what the hell, why not?
"Wait that's you?! R. You are definitely not the teenage girl I remembered from our high school years...". The photo worked as expected but I still couldn't convince myself that he was seeing me that way. "Who's talking. I mean look at yourself. Time treated as well... Can't wait to meeting up tomorrow" I said. "Same here. Thanks for making my day at work better and giving mr something to look forward to". I went on with my day under the sun, while his photos where the only thing occupying my mind.
Next day, we indeed met at his friend's bar. I had put some extra effort, with a white sun dress that hugged my small waist and fell lightly on my wide hips. I had my long straight hair down and a red lipstick that I always wear. Once I entered, I saw this handsome Mediterranean man waiting for me. His smile had not changed at all, even if his face was now that of a man. I hugged him, smelling his nice cologne and noticing that he had put an effort as well. I felt that my heart was the loudest thing in the room and I did not know how to react. Suddenly I was this teenage girl again, shy to talk to her crush. Luckily I was old enough this time to get some beer and relax my nerves.
The first hours just flew by. We talked about our travels and lives abroad, how we've changed and remembered some funny moments from the past. Until then, everything felt quite friendly which had a calming effect but also disappointed me at the same time. "But you haven't told me yet, any lucky guy in your life? I saw you were with someone at the island" he asked out of nowhere. "Nahh, he's just a friend. No lucky guy yet, I'm just enjoying life for now. And you? Any lucky lady?". He nodded no with his head and said "not yet, I'm just enjoying life for now" making a bit fun of me and my previous response.
I then felt his energy changing and so did mine. I've been told before that alcohol gives me lustful eyes and I'm sure he had the same effect on me. My inhibitions were lowered time after time he said my name and smiled. The tension between us was becoming tangible, and my brain felt like it was an autopilot continuing the discussion while my body was just longing for his touch.
"Let's dance!" I interrupted him and got his hand and guided him to the dance floor. The dance floor was crowded which only made us come closer to each other.. Finally.
I felt his big hands touching my waist and bringing me closer to him. He traced the edge of my face with his fingers and gently run his fingers through my hair. Then following the rhythm he gave me a spin which he stopped mid way resulting to him hugging me from behind. At that moment I felt like melting in his arms, and all my senses felt heightened. My lace silk panties were also seeing the effects of him.
He turned me around again and I couldn't hold myself from leaning in for a much needed kiss which he reciprocated with much excitement. "R. You can't imagine how much I want you right now. Would you like to come home with me?" I nodded a naughty yes and went to grab my stuff.
We took a taxi and in 15 minutes or so, that felt like an eternity, we were at his place. He told me to make myself comfortable and that there's no rush, we have the whole night for us. And that we did. We started from the couch where he undressed me slowly and worshipped every part of my body. He had a gentle dominating essence that made me feel hypnotised and I was just following his orders. He asked me to remove his belt and pants and close my eyes. I did and once I was ordered to open my eyes I saw that he had the thickest dick I've ever seen.. He loved seeing the suprise in my eyes and the simultaneous "worry" about how I can handle this...challenge. We kept fucking the whole night, with his bite marks marking every part of my body.
Exhausted and satisfied we fell asleep only to wake up and continue this endless journey of pleasure. I stayed at his place for three consecutive days where we kept exploring each others bodies and weaknesses. The chemistry was unmatched. After that, we kept fucking each other every time we would be in the same country and also kept a friendly contact.
But most importantly, I got to satisfy my first ever fantasy...
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44yr old wife gets horny on a night out
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My date night Saturday with the wife went well.
We went for some craft cocktails at a swanky bar overlooking a ritzy beach with a gorgeous sunset and then ended up having dinner at a nice boutique restaurant not too far away…
Half way thru our dinner…I noticed she took off her bra as one of her nipples is staring right at me thru a pretty thick sweater….I pretended not to notice, but I couldn’t help to stare at them thru dinner knowing it’ll be in my mouth soon…the shape of her areola’s the size of her nipples…gets me horny…even though I’ve seen her breast a million times in our 25 years together…I still fantasize about them and she knows it.
We finished our dinner and on the way back to the car which is a block or two away, she tells me she is not wearing any panties & her she took her bra off before dinner. I opened her car door and our eyes met and our lust for each other was easy to see…I went to hug her and grabbed her ass and her tongue went almost down my throat. We peeled off of each other and I closed her door. She is fucking horny at this point and I’m hard as a rock.
On the way home she reaches over and fumbles by belt loose and pulls pants down and pulls my dick out and starts sucking me off as I drive thru the busiest part of town…she does this off and on for a few minutes…when she was done she pulled her sweater up asking me to grab her breasts…after grabbing them forcefully a few times…she pushed my hand into her jeans. As my hand went into her panty-less jeans I could feel her heat..I rubbed my way around her extra long bush she has grown out, it was like forging my way thru a new forest trail in the spring tome…I was taking my time, enjoying the bushy-ness, she started growing impatient and started moving her hips around in a way that my fingers reached her clit at the same time she was arching her hips up and I grazed her clit with my finger. At this point her clit was swollen, it felt like the size of a golf ball….both of us let out a lustfull moan at the same time…her clit was swollen and hard to ignore & my touch was instant relief for her, she was softly moaning & her body was telling me how much she liked it…I could feel her dampness, as my fingers ventured lower, at one point it was like I reached an ocean…I could not tell where the shores were and my fingers were swimming around a pool of wetness, suddenly as my fingers got closer….it felt like her pussy sucked them inside of her…it was like I reached the entrance of a drain during a storm…it was a drain leading to pleasure…it was the erotic….I’m driving slowly down the road, my hard dick is out and soaking wet from her, I’m fingering my wife’s pussy, and she is relaxed in the seat and the only words she was managing to get out were to “pull over or I’m gonna cum right now.”
As I pulled my now soaked fingers from her jeans they were wet…with no where to wipe them off, I put them my in my mouth and tasted her…it was Sweet, wet, and nothing much else but a slight aftertaste. It was delicious.
When we got home, I ate her pussy for a few minutes and she was screaming for heaven. I finished by putting my dick in her, a few pumps later I unloaded inside, as I stared at the bounce of her titties….and left her huge cream pie. As I walked away to get a towel to clean up, I looked back and her pussy was glistening & swollen…looking amazing. The best part was the huge stream of cum ozzing from her and the contrast with her darker hairy pussy and cum made for a great memory.
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The Soggy Biscuit [M/M 20s, Gay, First Time]
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It was a warm summer's day. The air-conditioning had broken down over at Jessie's place. Generally, this would be the recipe for a horrible day. But Jessie and Zack were not going to let it get their spirits down, as the only recipe they were concerned with, was their cookie recipe. They had woken up early, so they could make enough batches of cookies to have for breakfast and lunch.
They had always enjoyed doing this activity at least once a month. It was a way of bonding that was not commonplace among male friends, but Jessie and Zack never cared for that. Their cookies were amazing, and anyone who disagreed with their practice was just phobic and a fool.
However, the summer heat and the broken air-conditioning made things tough today. Despite waking up earlier than usual, it still got very hot, very early on in the day. The baking was only halfway done, and there was still plenty of work to be done.
Zack came up with an idea and took off his shirt. He had a rather muscular, fit build, and he was not at all ashamed of showing it off. At this point, all he was still wearing, was his loosely fitting three-quarter pants and his socks, as shoes were always taken off at the front door.
"Come on, bro," Zack said. "You can't convince me you're not feeling hot. I can see you're sweating! Just take off your shirt!"
Jessie hesitated. He was not as fit as Zack. It was not that he was chubby or overweight in any way. He was even rather skinny. But Jessie was the kind of skinny without the muscles. Jessie never felt very masculine about himself, but he also never felt pressured to prove others otherwise and work out to look more muscular. His skinny build, long hairstyle, and his androgynous name often lead to Jessie being misgendered. He had gotten used to it, but it still made him feel self-conscious.
Jessie knew that taking off his shirt shouldn't matter. He was a man, after all, just like Zack. But a voice in his head still told him it was indecent, and that Zack might take the wrong message if he took his shirt off too, despite him encouraging it.
"I don't feel comfortable without my shirt," Jessie said. "But I know another way to cool myself." He grabbed the bottom of his shirt, looped it through the front of the shirt's neck, and pulled it down to tighten it, exposing his midriff. He was proud of having learned this technique many years back, but Zack could only laugh in response.
"Dude, you totally just turned your t-shirt into a bra." Zack laughed. "That's hilarious." He needed a moment to recover while Jessie stared him down. "Alright, alright," Zack said when he managed to stop laughing. "It's your choice. I won't judge you for it. It just came a little unexpected, that's all."
Jessie shrugged it off and the duo continued baking cookies. The kitchen was not luxuriously big, though, and Zack's idea soon proved to be insufficient in battling the heat that was building up from both the sun and the oven.
"Ah, fuck it," Zack said, as he undid his belt and took off his pants. "It's not like we haven't seen each other in underwear before, changing into our gym clothing at school and all that." He picked up his pants from the floor and threw them toward the living room to land them on the couch, where he had placed his shirt earlier. Zack now stood nearly naked in the kitchen, apart from his socks and black boxer briefs.
Jessie hesitated to follow along, but Zack briefly remembered their childhood shenanigans, when they would pull down each other's pants for a quick laugh. Instinctively, Zack pulled down Jessie's pants. "Yo!" Zack shouted. "What in the world are you wearing?!" He could not contain his laughter and had to lean on the counter to stop himself from falling over.
"Shut up, dude!" Jessie replied ashamed. "They're just my briefs. As if you've never seen them before!"
"Your briefs were white!" Zack said, still laughing. "These are definitely pink!"
"I accidentally mixed them with new red clothing in the washing machine and the colors bled and turned my briefs pinkish," Jessie replied annoyed.
"Yeah, okay," Zack said and chuckled. "But these are totally riding up into your ass. It's like you're wearing women's underwear!"
"These are the same ones I wore when I was younger. I never got around to buying bigger ones because these still fit." Jessie said. "Yes, they are tight, but they fit, so why waste money?"
"You never change," Zack said with a chuckle, finally calming himself down. "Always stingy with money when it's about clothing."
"That's why I could afford this kick-ass oven and we're doing this at my place instead of yours, jerkwad," Jessie teased.
Zack returned his focus to mixing the cookie batter and shaping it up on the oven tray, while Jessie kept his position at the oven, placing and removing oven trays from the oven. The oven was not built into the wall or otherwise raised, so Jessie always bent over when interacting with the oven.
Zack had taken notice that, with Jessie's lack of pants, his tight, pink briefs, his shirt shaped like a bra, his long hair, and his general lack of body hair, he easily looked like a woman. This made Jessie's handling of the oven a lot more arousing to Zack than it did before.
"Uhm," Zack started. "Could you maybe put on some different underwear? You're starting to distract me." Zack's cheeks became red with shame.
"What's the matter?" Jessie teased. "Am I turning you on?" He laughed and turned to face Zack, only to find him standing somewhat crouched behind the counter, hiding the sight of his boxer briefs from him. "Dude, seriously?" He continued. "You're so gross. I'm a dude, man!" He turned back around and refocused his mind on the oven and the cookies inside of it.
Zack tried to fight his arousal, and fend off his horny thoughts, but it quickly proved to be of no avail. He soon found himself hyperfocused on Jessie's ass. How his briefs looked more like a pair of panties, how they tightly rode up his ass, and how tempted he felt to walk over and spank it, only to remind himself he was having lusty thoughts over his male friend, and that that was wrong.
By the time the last of the cookies left the oven, Zack and Jessie were both starving and craving cookies. Zack munched one down, giving it no second thought. Jessie, on the other hand, took his time to enjoy the cookie, even making audible soft moaning sounds as he seemed to thoroughly enjoy their baked cookies.
"Dude, stop," Zack said. "You're making it weird."
"Oh, so I can't even enjoy my cookies now?" Jessie replied, annoyed.
"You are literally giving me a boner," Zack said. "And you know I'm straight, so, yeah, it's making me uncomfortable."
"Maybe you're not so straight after all then," Jessie said and chuckled.
"So, it doesn't bother you that you're giving me a boner?" Zack asked, somewhat surprised.
"I mean, it's not my boner," Jessie answered teasingly and laughed. "I don't have to question my sexuality."
"It really bothers you that little?" Zack replied. He hummed in thought and followed up on his question, "I wonder when my arousal 'does' start bothering you..."
"When you can't bribe me enough to justify looking the other way," Jessie said laughingly and took another bite of his cookie. "Like, right now, I'm still enjoying our cookies. If it weren't for them, I'd probably be much more bothered by it." He shrugged.
"Okay, so if it weren't for the cookies, it'd take money for you to simply not care?" Zack asked intrigued.
"I guess," Jessie replied.
"I've got to put this to the test..." Zack said. He stood up from the chair at the counter and pulled out his 6-inch semi-erect dick and let it fall onto the counter.
"Ah, dude. Gross. At least offer me compensation first!" Jessie said aloud.
"Seems cookies didn't cut it there," Zack laughed. "Alright, fine, will $5 mend this inconvenience?"
"Fine," Jessie said. "Hand it over and I'll forget about it."
"And what if..." Zack started. He grabbed a cookie and held it next to his member. "Would you still eat this?"
"I mean, you made it look gross, but it's only touched your fingers..." Jessie said.
"Interesting," Zack said. He stroked his shaft a few times and touched the cookie with the same hand that was just on his dick. "What about now?" he asked.
"Now it's definitely gross," Jessie answered. "That would be another $5."
"Prove it," Zack said, handing the cookie over to Jessie. He pulled out another $5 bill and held it up high.
Jessie snatched the cookie out of Zack's hand and gave it a bite. "You were gross with it, but at least there was no direct contact. So it's really not that bad," he said. "That money was mostly just to compensate me for having to witness you stroking yourself."
Zack took the half-eaten cookie back. He then placed it over his shaft, filling the bite-sized hole Jessie had made into the cookie. "I think I can feel your saliva on my cock now," Zack teased, attempting to agonize Jessie.
"That's a super gross comment, but it doesn't change anything," Jessie replied.
"Well, how about this, then?" Zack asked. He pulled back his foreskin and gently pressed the cookie against his glans.
Jessie mimicked a puking motion and said with conviction, "Yeah, that thing is definitely not getting anywhere near my mouth."
"Not even for $50?" Zack teased.
"Fuck me, dude," Jessie replied. "Some people get full-on blowjobs for that kind of money. You're offering it for a cookie that only touched your glans." Jessie hesitated for a few seconds, but then agreed, saying, "You're practically refunding me the cost of all these cookies... If you really wish to spend your cash like that, be my guest."
Zack reached out to hand Jessie the cookie, but then reconsidered. "You're right. I'm being too generous," Zack said. "If I'm really giving you $50 just to eat a glans-cookie, I might as well make sure it really is a glans-cookie." He then rubbed his glans over the entire surface of the cookie, before handing it back to Jessie.
"NOT what I meant," Jessie said. "You're lucky I'm not a pussy like you and don't back out of deals as easily." He grabbed the cookie and quickly munched it down, trying to take as little time as possible, to have the experience behind him and forget about it. "$50, please," Jessie said, showing Zack his empty mouth.
Zack opened his wallet to take out the $50 bill for Jessie. And in doing so, Jessie noticed Zack's wallet was loaded with cash.
"What the hell, dude," Jessie said in disbelief. "I thought you were broke!"
"Nah, I'm just stingy as hell too," Zack laughed. "Birds of a feather..."
"Alright, well, what other stupid challenges do you have for me?" Jessie replied, now eager to earn more easy money.
"You want to take it further? Damn, bro," Zack said. "I wasn't actually planning on doing that!" Zack took a few seconds to think and eventually continued, "What if a glazed one of the cookies?"
"You mean, like, cum on it?" Jessie asked as he started to question how badly he wanted the money. "No less than $100," he eventually answered. "But I'll definitely brush my teeth straight afterward!"
"Bet," Zack said. "When I'm done, you won't even see the cookie anymore. I've been backed up for days, so I'm definitely gonna earn that money back now!" Zack felt like he just found a loophole to earn back all the money he lost on his earlier bets, simply by tricking Jessie into betting more, and then going overboard to make Jessie back down on his offer and lose the bet.
"Hey! That's not fair!" Jessie exclaimed. He crossed his arms and pouted. "I didn't say it was a bet!"
"Too bad. You named a value for an action, and I called you on it. Sounds like a bet to me!" Zack said smugly as he shrugged. "If you want to pussy out, you could just, pay up, you know?" He laughed.
"Ugh, fine," Jessie grunted. "Do it. Just please don't soak the entire thing, man. I don't want to touch that stuff."
"Oh, don't worry about that," Zack said as he started browsing his phone for porn to cum to. "If it's too much, I'll hold it for you." He laughed.
"I'll, uhm," Jessie said. His gaze had fixated upon Zack's dick. What was once a 6-inch semi-erect penis, had now become, what seemed like, 9 inches. Jessie thought of his own pecker and felt envious. Zack was at least double his size! "I'll head to the living room and give you some privacy," he said, turning his body away from Zack, hiding his own growing boner as he left the room.
"Don't worry. I save all my best porn right here on my phone. I'll be done in a jiffy," Zack said as he started jerking off, but Jessie had already left the room.
Jessie sat down and tried to collect his thoughts. Was he really going to eat a cookie soaked in his friend's cum? Was it really worth the $100? Was he somehow feeling attracted toward his friend's impressive member? Before Jessie could find the answers to his questions, Zack had already started moaning and shooting rope after rope of cum across one of the cookies.
After a little while, the moaning stopped and the room went quiet. Jessie started to debate if he should walk back into the kitchen, or if he should give his friend a little more time. Jessie chose the latter, not wanting to walk in on Zack with his dick still out.
"One specially made cookie, cumming right up," Zack said, carrying the cookie between his thumb and index finger.
Jessie took a single glance at the cookie and confirmed Zack was not lying about how badly he would coat the cookie. It looked nothing like Jessie's own cum. It would've taken him at least three orgasms to get even close to the amount Zack proudly presented to him.
"Uh, dude," Jessie began. "I'm not sure if I can still do this..."
"Alright, you ready to pay up then?" Zack replied.
"It's not like I have that kind of money on me right now," Jessie said. "I literally paid my rent and bills last week."
"Either you're not stingy enough, or you need a new job!" Zack laughed. "I'll tell you what. Just close your eyes, open your mouth, and imagine it's a regular lemon-glazed cookie. I'll even slowly put it in your mouth, so you won't even have to touch it."
Jessie complied hesitantly. "Just a lemon-glazed cookie, just a lemon-glazed cookie, I can do this," he told himself before finally just keeping his mouth open, quietly awaiting Zack's semen-glazed cookie.
Zack brought the cookie close to Jessie's mouth, but then lost his balance, smearing part of his 'donation' over Jessie's upper lip and the outside of his mouth. "Ah, bro, my bad," Zack said. "Deal's a deal, though. You gotta get it all... I would offer help with my finger, but then it would be like giving a blowjob to my finger..."
Jessie, having failed the lemon-glazing deception check, struggled to consume the cookie before feeling sick. He grunted annoyedly at Zack for purposefully losing his balance, but also realized that he's gone too far to back out now. So after finally being able to swallow the last of the cookie, Jessie used his tongue to quickly lick his lips and drag the remaining semen into his mouth and swallow that too. "At least I didn't have to dirty my fingers for it too..." Jessie said, claiming a small victory. "Now, pay up. I've got to drink something sweet to wash this down and brush my teeth."
Zack reached for his wallet, but hesitated with opening it. "Hmm," he hummed. "If you want something sweet first, I might know something..."
"Your cum was far from sweet," Jessie said, annoyed.
"No, no," Zack agreed. "I meant more, like, something like whipped cream."
"Dude, I don't want your cream, not freshly squeezed nor whipped," Jessie insisted.
"I actually meant real whipped cream, bro," Zack said. "You have a full can in the fridge. I saw it when we got the cookie ingredients earlier."
"No funny tricks?" Jessie asked with suspicion.
"Unless you want to earn more money," Zack replied.
"Ugh," Jessie groaned. "Well, I've come this far, might as well hear you out first..."
Zack laughed. "I knew you'd come around," he said. "So, I saw how you were staring at my dick earlier..."
"It was hard not to!" Jessie complained. "It was just so big, and so... out there. It's like big-breasted girls taking their bras off."
"Sure, and is that why you had to hide your boner from me?" Zack prodded. "I saw the signs, you know." His facial expression became smug. "You may not have liked the taste, and you may have been scared, but, deep inside, you wanted to swallow my cum. The sight of it was overwhelming, and you didn't want to seem too eager, I get that," Zack said. "But it's hard to hide a boner when I'm this close to you, and all you're wearing is just those tight panty briefs." He chuckled.
Jessie looked down and noticed that the bulge in his briefs was indeed horrible at hiding his erection. His face became flustered. "I swear, it's not what it looks like," he insisted.
"Maybe you're not so straight after all then," Zack quoted mockingly and laughed.
"Shut it," Jessie said and pouted.
"Alright," Zack said. "Here's the deal. I'll spray some whipped cream on the tip of my glans, and you suck it off. You don't have to suck my dick, just suck the whipped cream off. It's not gay if it's just a dare."
"I don't think that's how it works, bro," Jessie said. "But, alright... just the tip."
Zack walked to the fridge and grabbed the whipped cream. He came back to Jessie, but instead of stopping in front of him, he stopped 'just' a little too late, and gently brushed his dick, which was back in his boxer briefs, against Jessie's face.
To both their surprise, Jessie did not make an angry comment. Instead, he just sat there, flustered and frozen in place from embarrassment as he let out a soft moan.
"Did you just?" Zack asked.
Jessie remained quiet.
Zack shrugged. "Anyway," he said, elongating the word. "How much did you want for it?"
There was no response.
"Dude, Earth to Jessie," Zack said. He waved his hand in front of his face, but Jessie's eyes remained focused on the bulge in Zack's boxer briefs. "Well," Zack concluded. "Looks like it's going to be a free sample!" He chuckled, as he pulled out his dick. It was still rather big, as if it never had gone fully flaccid in the first place.
Zack shook the whipped cream, removed its cap, pulled back his foreskin, and sprayed a small amount of whipped cream on his glans. "Say 'Ah'," Zack said encouragingly.
Wordlessly, Jessie's mouth dropped open.
"Open sesame," Zack chuckled, as he slid the tip of his dick into Jessie's mouth. "Alright, now just close your lips and suck the whipped cream off," Zack suggested.
Jessie's lips closed around Zack's dick. But instead of limiting himself to the dare, Jessie found himself sliding his tongue all around Zack's glans, licking every bit as he gently sucked on it.
"Ah, dude," Zack moaned. "Fuck."
Jessie remained like that for nearly a full minute, neither of them felt like pulling away. Suddenly, Zack got an idea and reached for his pants that were draped over the couch, right next to Jessie. He grabbed it and removed the belt from the belt loops. "Don't get scared. It's just my belt," Zack warned Jessie, who had closed his eyes sucking Zack's glans.
Zack fastened the belt around Jessie's head and his own hips. Locking in the belt buckle, he presented Jessie with a tight fit, not tight enough to force Jessie's head closer to the base of his dick, but just tight enough to hold him in place, which was all Zack needed for his next step.
"Hey," Zack said, trying to get Jessie's attention.
Jessie opened his eyes and looked up at Zack. "Hm?" he moaned.
"Oh, yeah, that'll do," Zack said. The eye contact with Jessie was all he needed to regain his erection. The boy who was once so sure of his heterosexuality, now sucking on his dick, staring at him with longing, submissive eyes. It still felt strange how everything happened so fast, but Zack didn't want to question it. It simply felt too good.
Zack's semi-erect dick once again regained its thickness and length, forcing itself to expand. With the belt holding Jessie in place, Jessie felt he could not escape, and he felt Zack's shaft slowly but surely entering his mouth, stretching his mouth open just a little further open.
A moment of panic set in for Jessie, but it was quickly subdued by an overwhelming sense of arousal. Jessie was sucking the huge cock he was so envious of moments ago, and it just felt so right. Jessie's girliness and natural submission, Zack's masculinity and playful domination... It just, clicked, you know? It was simply always meant to be, and, given their past, it was a surprise it hadn't happened sooner.
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The Private Party For Bisexuals and My Buddies First Bisexual Party.
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$750 for entry to a party, another $300 on some really weird outfits that Anna said me and Max had to wear. Why the hell can't they make kinky gear that is comfortable. Let me explain, the outfits which were identical featured a pair of leather shorts, in the front was what can only be described as an industrial zip fly that could probably sever your cock if it fell on it, at the back was a press stud type flap. The shorts were tight, so tight I thought my circulation would be effected. A see through mesh top exposing the nipples, this was better for Max as he had his nipples pierced and to finish the outfit a collar and leash. Anna wore a really tight shortish dress and she looked good. I didn't get the collar and leash thing and then Anna explained. The party is more for women who want to watch their husbands be submissive and be fucked and forced to suck other men, but they are also submissive to any woman who wants to touch them. I looked over at Max who had a huge grin on his face "This sounds so fucking cool, so why isn't your mum coming, she's pretty dominant?" He had a point, Anna just laughed and said that although her mum enjoyed sex this sort of party was outside her comfort zone.
We arrived at the party, Anna leading me and Max on leashes, she was the only one to have two men owned by her. Remember that word (OWNED it will become clear later). One thing I noticed was that everyone going in and those inside were wearing masks except for us three. We were greeted by the couple hosting the party who showed us all the different areas, from punishment, abuse, and an area just for people to fuck guys. We began walking around ourselves and we were eventually stopped by a woman who had a guy with her, she gave Anna an envelope then said this one and pointed to Max, Anna handed the leash to the woman and she lead him away. We went over to the bar to get a drink while we were there another woman came along whispered something to Anna, gave her an envelope and Anna pushed me to my knees, the women then pulled out her partners cock and Anna ordered me to take him in my mouth. Now the woman who continued standing there was a big, big , big lady, not ugly by any means but huge, she stood by the side as I sucked her friend, she began playing with herself, her hand fully disappearing into her pussy as she fucked herself with her hand you could hear the squelching and then she squirted a fountain over me and her friend, which excited him and made him shoot a feeble load in my mouth. I was drenched, I looked up at Anna who was pissing herself laughing at me. She looked around the room then looked at me "Oh My God Johnny I am so sorry but I need you to do something and it may hurt a little" She dragged me over to this black guy, Anna gave his owner an envelope, looked at me again mouthed the word sorry and had me lean over a chair, I heard and felt the press studs being undone. When I had first looked at the guy he didn't look so big but close up and with him now sporting the muther of all erections this was not going to end well for me. With my ass fully lubed I waited, He tried and tried to push the head in but I was both very tight and shit scared he would tear me apart. "Relax yourself Johnny, I've just paid to watch this and it is going to happen" Anna was really getting into this. The last thing I remember seeing as the head finally entered me was Max having been returned, got push on his knees my Anna who then pulled his mouth onto her pussy. The guy behind me was I have to admit taking his time getting himself in me, He wouldn't get the full length in though, once he was inside me he began to fuck me however less than a minute and he had blown a wad in me, I think my tightness screwed him up.
Max was looking pleased with himself, he came back to Anna after being away for two hours, I asked him how he was doing "I don't think my ass can take anymore I have had 6 in me so far and I love it" I asked him how he got 6 loads in him, He explained that the woman who took him had her partner fuck him then she sold him on to someone else who sold him on to someone else until he was sold back to the original woman who brought him back to Anna. I looked at Anna who was laughing "I guess I should have explained I am pretty much your pimp tonight, women pay me to use you both, and if I want entertainment I pay someone to allow us to play with them.
At one point me and Max were both sold to a woman who wanted us to work on her partner and have sex with each other in front of her. Me and Max shared the guys cock alternating between each of us, Max was the first to be fucked by the guy, I noticed for the first time Max's ass had definitely been used well, The guy slipped right in all the way to the balls, Max didn't even flinch, I was then summoned to get on my knees alongside max and the guy then began alternating between both of our Asses, we were trying to keep a straight face because of the weird noises the guy was making and his constant "Can I cum now Mummy" which was doing nothing for me. The guy finished up in me and then we were passed back to Anna who at this point had realized she was not getting any action. We left, thankfully my lovely wife had packed something to change into.
We started the drive home, Anna was very quiet, I asked her what was wrong, she didn't answer instead she pulled into a parking lot, got out and walked around to the hood of the car placed her hands on the hood and yelled at us to get out and fuck her. Max was out before me, and was straight inside her, Anna looked over her shoulder and told me to get in Max, and there we were all three of us connected and fucking in a parking lot, I have to admit it was pretty hot, Max came first, I came a couple of minutes after, then it was back in the car and home.
It wasn't the best experience for me but Max loved it For the price we paid to enter we pretty much recouped that by what Max did. So I guess I shouldn't complain about the price. As for the clothes we wore for the party, they were destroyed.
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My first m/m experience
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I started trying on my moms panties, teddies and whatever else I could find at the age of 11. As I got older, I never acted on these urges and only dated females. The first time I had sex was at age 15, she was 28, I was very open about how much I wanted to explore anal play with her and myself. She was very willing and taught me the way. Every girlfriend after I voiced my sexual desires openly. At age 19, I had graduated high school and started working at a flooring store. I would have to make trips to distributors to pick up materials. At this distributor, I was fucking 2 females who worked there. They had a guy named Mark who worked in the warehouse and was friends with the girls. We went out as a group a few times, had drinks, and smoked a little. Mark tells me one day, I'm working on my massage therapist license, and I can give you a massage for free, anytime. I said thanks, I'll keep that in mind. I had no clue he was hitting on me; I was so naïve. A few weeks later, I see Mark and he asked if I wanted to go hit Bourbon on Friday. I said sure, let’s do it. I would use my older cousins’ driver’s license and could get in anywhere. Mark had been 22 at the time. We hit the street and went straight to my favorite spot. Immediately I hit the dance floor and start dancing with a group of girls. The shot girl comes around, beers are flowing, and I’m having a blast. It starts getting late, the club is shutting down and we had to call it a night. My car was at Mark’s place, and I asked if I could stay the night because I'd been drinking. Absolutely, you’re always welcome. I had never been to his apartment and when I walk In I see a huge bed and 4 walls. It’s a small studio with a king size bed right in the middle. After having a few more drinks, we get ready to crash and he said, you don’t have to sleep on the floor, there’s room in the bed. I still thought nothing of it and when I took my jeans off to get in bed I said don't worry I'm not gay lol. I'm laying there for a few minutes and Mark rolls over, grabs my dick and starts kissing me. I was in total shock, but my dick got hard as a rock from his touch. Before I could say anything, he went under the blanket and started kissing my stomach while stroking my cock and continued working his way down. I was so nervous that I could only laugh but once he took my cock in his mouth, my laughter turned to straight pleasure. He took my entire cock down his throat, gagging, then over and over. He proceeded to my balls, licking them, putting them in his mouth, never losing focus of my raging hard on. He then threw my legs up in the air and started eating my asshole. Holy shit!!! What an amazing feeling, he spoiled me, to this day i love being eaten out, I was moaning like a bitch in heat. His tongue would go from wide licking my entire hole to pointy then burying it deep inside me. I was spreading my legs farther for him and used my foot to caress his hard dick buried under his briefs. His mouth went back to my cock, I was a little disappointed lol, but I was so close to cumming.... then it hit me...that this was a man about to make me cum. My cock immediately went soft. He said, I almost had you hahahahaha. Mark got up to go to the restroom, I laid there and thought, fuck it, and started stroking my dick making it hard. Mark came out stood in front of me and I could see the outline of his cock through his underwear. My eyes locked on as I stroke my cock. Mark asks if I want to touch it, I wanted to do bad but didn’t answer. Mark took my hand, slowly guiding it to his cock. I was so nervous and didn’t know what to do. He said, it’s ok just touch it. My hand rubbing up and down his growing cock through his underwear. As he let my hand go free he pulls down his underwear exposing his beautiful cock. I was mesmerized, wrapped my hand around it, it was firm yet soft, so hot, every vein bulging as I examine every inch and gently stroked it. Thoughts of tasting it and having it inside of me filling my head. Reaching over to the nightstand I grab a condom and start to put on. Mark says, you want to fuck me. That's going to hurt. He stood in front of me, hard cock inches from my face but I didn't know what to do. After he said I couldn't fuck him, I thought maybe I went too far and started to feel uncomfortable. Panic set in and I jumped up and left to this day, my biggest regret in life is that I didn’t taste his cock and let him take my virginity
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An Anonymous Hookup / The Need to Breed. [vanilla] [college party] [20's] [Light, gentle femdom]
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Vivian arrived at the party with several of her sorority sisters, all of them unsurprisingly overdressed compared to the frat brothers hosting the event. She was wearing a skin-tight black dress that barely came to mid thigh and had enough cleavage to reveal the black unlined bra underneath. Although born and raised in the local area she was ethnically Japanese and had razor straight, long black hair that almost reached her ass and make up that accentuated her already striking features. It was never easy to find sexy bras at a 34G, but the way they filled out her dress and the confidence of knowing no one else could come close almost made it worth it... almost.
The frat bro turned bouncer crossed Vivian's name off the list and she walked towards the back of the enormous house where the music and majority of the party took place. It was loud, dark, and crowded a polarizing place where some thrive and others are repulsed but she was the former; the energy and opportunity was thrilling. She danced at the edge of the room, observing the party for a while and watching the interaction between people. The guys hitting on the girls, others clearly attempting to gather their confidence to do the same. Vivian herself had more than a few pairs of eyes on her and had already left several suitors empty handed, her swaying hips and gently bouncing chest still burned into their minds.
There was only one real reason she came to these things; she fantasized about being bred in a purely carnal way by someone she never met, and likely never would. Just a moment in time that would leave both parties wondering if it ever happened at all. She let her body decide who it wanted, waiting until she felt that little twitch in her uncovered slit. It took longer than she expected given how many people were here, but then she felt that tingle in her clit that set her mind on a singular task. He was by all accounts a normal looking guy- had clearly spent some effort in his appearance but not too polished, in shape but not built like other guys here either. It was not who she imagined being bred by tonight, but the more she watched him the more she needed it.
She walked over slowly and put her hand on his shoulder smiling, then turned around and began to casually dance to the music in front of him. He took the bait, albeit after a longer pause than she expected, pulling her close by the hips and matching her movements. She reached down and pulled his hands up to her chest and she could feel the confusion in his movements; his hands holding still and then slowly starting to explore her as if he wasn't sure what he was allowed to do. But dancing was just a means to an end for Vivian- it was only a couple songs later when she reached down and ran a finger against the bulge in his jeans. His eyes lit up as if to say "Oh shit she caught me" but before he could say anything she put a finger on his lips, then guided his hand to her pussy and ran a finger against her own wet lips. "I want you" she said simply, leaning close to his ear so he could hear over the intensely loud music.
The look of confusion in his face soften slightly but remained and she took his hand and led him off the dance floor, then upstairs. He began to talk but she quickly put her finger on his lips again and shook her head as they continued up into the labyrinth of rooms. She found someone's bedroom and closed the door behind them, then immediately reached down and unzipped his jeans, leaving his belt on, and pulled his cock out. It was longer than average but the thickness is what she appreciated most; it was already leaking precum and twitched from her touch. He began to speak again but she cut him off "Don't talk, just fuck me" she said pulling her short dress up to reveal the mastermind of this entire encounter; her need immediately obvious. As she leaned over the bed he could see the wetness of her pussy and her opening squeezing and relaxing in anticipation.
He didn't hesitate and stepped forward, grabbing her hip with his left hand, and sliding his cock against her with his right. She whimpered being so close now, then gasped as she felt the tip enter her. Vivian pushed herself back against him as he pushed into her and she gasped again as his bare cock filled her completely. His hands reached forward and held as much of her boob into each hand as he could, yet due to their size they spiled out of his grasp. He thrusted harder and her whole body rocked with each movement; she could feel herself getting close as her pussy felt electric. Vivian bit her lip and tensed up as he thrusted even harder, clearly moments away from losing control. Seconds later she felt a flood of warmth fill her accompanied by a moan from him and the combination sent her over the edge herself. The tension released in an instant and her pussy radiated pleasure through her whole body.
The thrusts slowed down and then stopped- he waited a second and then pulled out entirely. Vivian stood up and pulled her dress down, her pussy still pulsating and cum-filled. As he attempted to put his lucky cock away she headed for the door and turned out the light before he had a chance to say anything to her. By the time he put himself together again and walked into the hallway she was gone, leaving him with more questions than answers. Vivian was already on her way home by this point, her pussy doing its best to keep the warm cum inside her. As she made her way home there was only one thing on her mind- when she could do this again.
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Urban Erotica Book!
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[Encounter; A book of short stories](https://www.amazon.com/Encounters-Short-Stories-Syreeta-Carter/dp/B0B1J4BQFV/ref=sr_1_1?crid=11YT4OQT0JL5U&keywords=encounters+syreeta&qid=1673295622&sprefix=encounters+syreeta%2Caps%2C128&sr=8-1)
These short stories bring three ladies' different experiences together to explore how they navigate being sexually enticed. Whether it’s with an ex-boyfriend, a one-night stand, or a future hook-up they manage to enjoy themselves at the moment. It may have left some feeling regretful, confused, or optimistic. Sexual tension between two individuals can become so strong that you end up making irrational decisions in the moment.
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[M/S] I'm visiting my parents and things with mom got more intense in the hot tub.
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Hey folks. Haven’t talked to you in a while.
Something happened yesterday and I figured I would tell you right away in pro of having short updates.
Things felt a lot less tense after my conversation with my sister. So when my sister came out to have breakfast, I felt pretty comfortable inviting her to sit and eat with me. I don’t know, I just wanted to spend some time with her.
But the tone of the conversation reminded me that we’re not out of the woods just yet.
I thanked her for coming out bowling with me and for being willing to have a conversation. She apologized again for potentially being rude since I arrived and said she was interested in finding the balance in terms of how much time to spend together. And use it.
“As awkward as it is, I do have to say,” she added with a serious tone, “I don’t think we should spend much time alone. I just… I don’t want us to be in any sort of ‘situation’ or for circumstances to lend themselves to poor decision making. It’s not what either of us needs.”
I agreed. A shame, because poor decision making comes so naturally to me. But I guess that should be a “me” problem.
We went on to our days without much more to discuss. She left the house, I stayed home working.
In the evening, only mom and I were home to have dinner. Dad was working late and my sister was out for dinner with friends. But we all had an opportunity to watch a movie before bedtime. My sister went to bed first, then dad. Mom fell asleep on the couch.
Like I said before, I’m sleeping in the TV room. So mom had fallen asleep in my bed, basically. It’s not unusual for her to do this. Normally she’ll wake up shortly after and go to her room. So I figured I’d let her sleep and go read in the back yard. And because it was only me, I figured I would go into the hot tub. The weather was perfect for it.
I was out there for a good bit. Maybe close to an hour. The thought of getting out had barely crossed my mind by the time mom came out. She seemed so tired.
“Oh, hey,” she said, complaining of having a sore neck and back from ‘how uncomfortable the couch was.’ Opening this little cabinet and pulling a towel out, she said “I think I may just join you for a little bit.”
“Actually,” I responded, “it’s all yours. I was about to get out. My balls are 5 minutes away from dissolving.”
With a whiny tone she insisted I should stay, “keep me company for 10 minutes. I just feel like I could really use the warmth of the water but I don’t want to hang out here by myself. You won’t need your balls, I promise”
Finally, I agreed to stay, but only for a bit. Even though at this point I don’t know why it isn’t to be expected, I was still surprised when she simply took all her clothes off at once. Idk. It’s like I keep forgetting how weird we are as a family.
And to add to the irony, she was actually the one to be surprised by my wearing swimming shorts. “Oh! I thought you were naked here.” I asked why she mentioned it and she shrugged her shoulders to respond, “I don’t know. Do whatever is most comfortable for you.”
We talked for a few minutes. She apologize for leaving me without a bedroom. After I insisted it was ok, she asked me how I felt not having a bedroom to stay in. “If you want, we can spend some time this weekend clearing out your old bedroom. We’ll go rent a truck and put things in storage.”
“You don’t have to,” I responded, explaining that I wasn’t finding it too difficult to sleep on the coach. Then, I joked, “the shower has proven to be useful enough for jerking off.”
She laughed, made another small joke, then sighed and complained “yeah, there have definitely very few places for wanking around here lately.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, “you do have your own bedroom.” But she told me it still feels a little weird to do it next to my dad. He’s been completely submerged in life. And she feels like it would make him feel like her needs aren’t being met. Which, in the great scheme of things, isn’t true.
“Actually, I may do it here, before going to bed.” She said. I responded, “ok, I’ll leave you to it.” And when I was about to stand she said “don’t feel like you have to go on my account. I’m perfectly comfortable to do it here with you if you are. I mean..”
I definitely felt conflicted. What if my sister came out and saw us? I mean, she’s made it clear she doesn’t want anything to happen between us. But would it feel like I’m messing around behind her back? I really didn’t know what to do. The best thing was probably to simply go to bed then.
But then, again…
It’s not like mom and I were hiding around to do this. We were doing it in full understanding that if dad woke up, he could come and find us like this…
I hadn’t finished considering all the options by the time mom started playing with her pussy. My body was mostly frozen, with me staring at mom’s wet boobs and dry neck. Her eyes were closed, and she had tilted her head back. So I basically could just watch her without feeling like I was staring.
For about a minute and a half I simply watched her, when I noticed my hand was on top of my dick, over my swimsuit.
I stayed there, holding it. Mom was completely silent, breathing heavily. Her facial expression became a non-sexy one. It looked like she was trying to find something in there lol. She frowned and shifted herself a little. “Sorry,” she said, eventually, “The water isn’t helping here.”
Without saying anything more, she sat on the edge of the hot tub. Her pussy was right at eye level with me Her right hand played with it, wile the other hand sort of covered her breasts. It felt like she was covering them (barely) but also like she has holding them up.
At this point I couldn’t just sit and watch. Whatever dilemma I had going on before was completely on pause. I took my shorts off underwater and stroked myself pretty intensely. No teasing myself, not ramping up. Just straight up jerking off.
When mom noticed she just smiled at me and closed her eyes again. I tried closing mine and relaxing, but checking the back yard glass door had me too worried. The thought of my sister potentially catching us at any time felt a little scary. It kept my dick from fully getting into the rhythm of things.
Finally, mom started grinding her hips against her hand. Her weight shifted and she held herself up by the tip of her toes. One hand leaned back to hold her weight, the other one was pushed strongly against her clit.
At last, I’d been able to get into experiencing everything. My dick was rock hard. The only reason I didn’t cum was because the bottom half of my body was under water.
Mom made herself cum in front of me, softly moaning to herself. I gave her a minute to recover and simply said “dang” when she came back to Earth. Her body slowly came back into the hot tub, cold from the breeze.
“Are you going to finish?” she asked me. I knew exactly why she asked lol. No one wants cum in their hot tub. Without responding, I stood up, kneeled on the edge of the tub and pointed out, toward the grass. Mom had a super intense focus on my dick.
Ten strokes later, I was shooting cum onto the lawn.
We laughed in the aftermath of yet another dumb episode. It wasn’t until I made it to bed that this overwhelming, colde sense of concern and guilt came over me. It feels like I cheated on my sister. But did I?
I probably did lol.
I don’t know. I’m happy to hear what you have to say. But please remember to leave it in the comments, not my messages.
That’s it. I’ve been tossing and turning all night, so I should probably try to sleep in a bit.
Till next time.
Catch you on the flippity flop.
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Update: The hot nurse [MF]
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See previous story for more.
I broke my pelvis and hip on January 3rd. I finally got to have sex again yesterday. My nurse has been sucking and blowing me but I finally got the clear for more strenuous activities. The hot nurse was off Sunday so we made plans to go to brunch, get mimosas, and then fuck for the first time. “I want your big cock to cum in my pussy” she said at brunch.
She’s a year younger than me, curly blonde hair, curvy with a big booty and perfect tits. She insisted we go to her place despite mine being closer.
We fucked on her couch and in front of her loft windows as soon as we got inside. First pussy in almost 3 months was amazing. I felt like I was going to pop from doggy so we moved to her bedroom. She rode my cock until she came. Then she sucked her cum off my cock. Comments in previous story has more insight into how freaky this girl is. I was about to find out more.
I hit it from the back again and pounded her until she came again and I drained my balls inside her hot, wet pussy. She said my grunting made her cum so hard.
She pushed some cum out of her pussy and tasted it. She knows a bit about my history with cheating because it came up one night when we talked about our histories and body counts. I didn’t realize she had a slutty and devious plan for the night until it was over, but this is how it started. After we cleaned up, she was on her phone.
“Hey, my friend might come over and drop something off. She wants to meet you.”
“Okay. I guess I’ll be here.”
“I thought we were hanging out today… where else would you go.”
“I’m just messing with you.”
“I don’t think she believes me.”
“What?”
“That you are handsome and have a huge cock. Yeah… I told her when I was drunk one night.”
“Cool. So threesome?”
I was joking.
“That would be kinda weird for us and I’m not really into girls sexually.”
“I was joking” I said.
“Oh I know, but what if we tried something when she came over… if you are into her.”
“What?!”
The hot nurse went into a lot of backstory here so I’ll give you the points from what she said and some other points she didn’t explicitly say but I’m reading between the lines:
The hot nurse has a bit of a rivalry with her friend. The hot nurse wants to share me to her friend and apparently another girl too. Her friend complains about her husband and has cheated before.
“Let’s just see if she is down. I want you to bang the fuck out of her.”
This sounded crazy to me but I went with her plan to flirt with her friend.
We both took a shower together. She showed me how she gets herself off with the hand sprayer and then sucked my cock in the shower for just a few minutes until the water was getting cold.
Her friend came over about 20mins after we were dressed. She was kinda trashy hot with ink and bold makeup, tanned skin and dark hair. She was in a tight dress and her tits were probably B cups but her ass looked hot as fuck. Her side profile looked insane. Very slim thicc. She looked older than us by a few years but maybe not. She brought over a little bag for the hot nurse.
The hot nurse opened a bottle of Prosecco and gave me a glass. Her friend declined. We talked about my accident and then places we’ve been before. I forgot I was supposed to be flirting this whole time and I guess missed an opportunity to compliment her friend after she did because the hot nurse gave me a look.
Later, the hot nurse got her friend to drink and stay awhile. I said one thing about her dress and she gave me a warm smile but not much else was happening. It wasn’t until the hot nurse went to the bathroom that…
“She doesn’t keep guys very long and it sounds like you don’t keep girls very long so we should go out when you guys are done.”
“I thought you are married?”
“I am but it’s complicated.”
“I mean, we are just friends with benefits so I can do whatever, whenever.”
“I like the sound of that.”
A lightbulb went off in my head on how to play this.
“She’d let me fuck you in her bed right now if I wanted.”
“Haha. No she wouldn’t. Trust me. She’s really proud she’s getting good dick and she-
The hot nurse walked into the room.
“I can tell her if you want.”
Her friend, Dusty, by the way, just laughed but seemed nervous and excited when I got up.
I went to the kitchen where the hot nurse was offering to get beers. I whispered to her that her plan was working and I was going to fuck her friend.
I told her to act like you are shocked and don’t say too much.
I could see Dusty was standing up now while looking on.
“I didn’t have anything to do with this” Dusty laughed.
The hot nurse kissed me and told me to have fun. I went over to Dusty and led her to the bedroom.
Dusty asked the hot nurse if this was cool and we went into the room and closed the door.
“Should we see if she wants to join us? This seems weird but hot.”
I said “I just want to focus on you. You look amazing.”
She kissed me on the lips and passionately made out while I felt up her ass in that dress. We tore off our clothes and she was in lavender, lacy panties.
“You like my ass?”
“It’s so fucking hot and perfect.”
“I want you to to spank me. And I like it rough.”
I spanked and pulled her hair. She got down on her knees and pulled my boxer briefs down. My cock sprang up and she made almost too many comments before she started sucking and licking the shaft.
“You are so much bigger than my husband.”
“Your ass is so much hotter than this hot nurse I’m seeing.”
She laughed and said she needed my cock inside her now.
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Fantasy that I use to masturbate f19
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This is a very recurring fantasy while I masturbate, not to mention that it's the one I always use hahaha.
I like to touch myself imagining that I am lying on a table, with a strap that attaches to it around the waist. Around the table are several naked guys, just like me, all ready to masturbate. And the only thing I can do is touch myself for them.
I start to make it soft, they start masturbating, they say dirty things to me and I get more turned on. They rub their dicks on me. I moan so they can hear me because I know it turns them on. Some come closer to kiss me or suck my body, lick me and fill my face with precum. The one who comes the fastest gets between my legs that are open by the straps on the table and starts sucking me until I squirt all over his face.
At that moment I come super delicious.
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[S/b] My brother's living with me and I found out he's into incest
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[Repost, had technical issues]
Hi, you can call me Fiora. I'm an adult now and it's been a few years since I left my parents' house. I live by myself, I have a job, my life, my hookups, my problems, etcetera.
But I grew up being the older of [3+] children and since my parents both worked I had to take care of them in all the ways I could. This made me grow really attached to my siblings and I could never get this off me.
Nowadays, I live kinda far from my folks, but I always have my siblings come over and spend some time with me (except when I'm really busy with work). The one who usually comes by is my brother, we'll call him Marcus.
Marcus turned [18+] a few months ago and we had a big party at our parents' house; he told everyone that he's going to enrol in a college course that isn't available at the university of their region, so he was considering going to another state. I suggested that he could try to enrol in the university close to my place since I live in a more... Big city area.
Mom and dad were not fond of the idea of Marcus going to another state, so they just insisted that he accepted my suggestion. Since I now Marcus, i knew his motivations to make this announcement was because he's in need of some independence so to lighten some of his concerns about leaving his parent's house just to go to his big sister's house (almost like jumping off the pan and falling on the fire), I told him that he could spend some months at my place while he's studying for the entrance exams so he could have the feeling of how it would be to live with me, if we would get along, etc. He ended up accepting it.
Well, skipping about 4 months of serious attempts to adapt to each other, we had some trouble at the beginning, but our relationship got a lot better after the first conflicts passed.
Now we get to the second part of the title. First of all I need to make clear that I'm not a creep, but as a teenager I've been into a lot of stuff people might say it's "messed up". I mean, I never put my own siblings in my fantasies but I enjoyed reading or watching things with incest, even when I was basically their babysitter at home.
That said, about two weeks ago I was at home on a day off and I asked Marcus if he wanted to do something together at night. He told me he downloaded an episode of a show he was anxious to come back to and he wanted to introduce it to me. We were in the living room and he connected his computer to our TV. My eyes almost jumped out from my orbits when I saw a specific folder.
It happened in the blink of an eye, and at first I even tried to convince myself it was just in my head, but as he browsed through his files... I clearly saw a folder named "1nc3s7", and he didn't make any effort to hide it, like trying to browse faster or close the tab.
I tried to get this off my head but as the days passed I just couldn't stop thinking about what the hell he had in that folder
Turns out two days ago my vacation started and I told him now he'd have more time to go out since I would take care of the chores. I was for real, but I just wanted him to spend some time out so I would have a chance to be alone... Don't get me wrong, I love having my brother around but since he moved it my routine had to change a lot. So I took this as an opportunity to have my privacy and freedom at home
At first I was just enjoying my own company, but as the time passed I started to remember the name of that folder and something inside me started to burst. I was soon naked and getting myself off at the same place where I saw that folder, in the living room.
I started to browse some incest porn on Twitter and touched myself to it. As I did that, I started to finally realize my brother could actually be into incest... My reactions were not to get mad... I was rather intrigued. Very much intrigued to know if it was just something he had as a fantasy or something he had as a real kink.
When I noticed it was getting late and I had to make lunch cuz he was soon gonna get back, I finished getting myself off and went to do my stuff.
After getting everything done, I went to take a bath and heard him arriving. I'm afraid something clicked inside me at that moment, something old, something that I didn't revisit since I was a teenager. Anyway, regardless of what happened, I went downstairs to have lunch with him... And I was wearing nothing but my underwear and an oversized t-shirt.
I wasn't trying to be erotic, thinking back now... I was just trying to... See his reactions, trying to take a look at the way he looked at me... I dunno, I just felt like I had to make sure he was actually having those kind thoughts about me.
I noticed him checking on me twice during lunch... And it was enough to make horny enough to browse more incest porn at night and get myself off at least 3 times.
Now, here's my situation: since he's living with me I felt like I shouldn't book any trip for this vacation, so I'm stuck home with my younger brother, who I just found out is into Incest porn and might as well be into real incest... And he also might have made me get turned on by it again.
Thanks if you've read up until the end and I'd like your advice on how to proceed.
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Hello im looking for some tips / advice on writing nsfw stories if your willing to help?
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So for context im female and have several female friend with benefits and two male one's and I want to write and share the many stories about me and them over the last few years ( im 20 and my fwb range from 18 to 24 )
But im not the best when it comes to stuff like describing appearances of others, describing how there voice sounds / the emotion in there voice when they talk without being a bit to specific ( like saying "she spoke in a flirty, lustful, ready, a bit eager, and slight demanding voice" )
so i was wondering if anyone had any tips for getting better at those things and if you have any other general tips / advice for writing nsfw stories?
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The forbidden art of making friends and influencing people Ch1 (Pt2) ([F18/ M35], female POV, school uniform, MDom, bi, oral, orgasm denial, harem, asphyxiation)
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[Prev, hit character limit](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/10f352c/the_forbidden_art_of_making_friends_and/)
After what felt like eternity his pace slowed, allowing her to take gasping breaths and attempt to still her shaking limbs. She wasn't sure if that had been multiple orgasms or one big, long one, and she certainly didn't care.
She took another shuddering breath as she looked up at him, an extremely smug look plastered over his face at her disheveled state.
"So... I guess you liked that, huh?" he said lazily, though his chest was heaving from his exertions.
"No," she blurted out before she could stop it. "I mean... No, shut up," she muttered, and buried her burning face in the sheets as he laughed.
She was supposed to be playing a submissive role, but she couldn't help not wanting to give him the satisfaction. He didn't seem to mind, smiling as he ran fingers lightly over her thighs. The light touch after such intense pounding caused her skin to tremble, a delightfully sensual pleasure tingling through her thighs.
The teasing and denial had certainly made her eventual orgasm far more intense than she'd expected, though going through it had been agony.
As she caught her breath, she glanced down at his body to find his shaft still standing tall and proud. "You didn't cum?" she asked, confused. After all that fuss, he hadn't even taken her up on her 'promise' yet?
"Oh, I'm certainly going to," he said, leaning down to give her another deep kiss. "I just need to take a breather for some water. We've got plenty more fun ahead first, don't you worry."
She bit her lip as she watched his bare rump retreat, and her pleasure-hungry body shuddering in anticipation. For a being that lived on carnal pleasure, she was certainly feasting tonight.
Eros was thick in the air now, and she'd been unconsciously soaking it up as he fucked her thoroughly. It wasn't enough to make him fall in love, but she could certainly intensify their pleasures, or keep his erection going strong for longer now if she wanted to. Maybe once he blew his load, she'd make it spring back to life immediately and give him the Eros-enhanced blowjob of his life. That should be plenty to turn him into putty in her hands, desperate for another taste of pleasure.
At that thought, her hand drifted almost unconsciously between her thighs, brushing lightly over her clit. She shuddered at the sensation, remembering how the pleasure had almost felt painful earlier, causing her to try and push him away. In the Nether, she'd never had to deal with overstimulation before, but her body seemed to have recovered quickly.
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Her taller companion turned to her, sighing as she put her hand on the other's shoulder.
"I still think it's risky, but... You're right, it's probably just some old occultist looking to get his rocks off. And since *I* can't go, I'd rather *you* went than anyone else around here." She smiled down at her close friend, who jumped into her arms with an excited cry, pressing their lips together.
The taller woman wrapped her arms around the younger, pulling the smaller succubi close as she wrapped her thighs around her larger friend's waist. Their bare skin ground against each other, sensitive bodies tingling with each movement as their tongues dove into each other's mouths. They moaned with passion as they ground against each other, hands caressing over backs, up through their hair and over each other's horns as they kissed back and forth.
With reluctance and ragged breaths, they pulled apart slowly, glancing at the still-active circle pulsing gently in the gloom.
"Well, we don't know how long it will stay open," the taller figure said with apprehension as she lowered her companion to the ground. "Keep in mind, having a physical body for the first time can be an... intense experience." She shuddered with pleasure at the memory of her first time, her nipples growing thick and hard at the exciting thought of her young friend being overwhelmed by the physical world. "Just... be careful."
The younger figure smiled, reaching up to cup her experienced friend's face with affection.
"I will. For you, I will. Thank you." She leaned up and placed a tender kiss on her lover's cheek before turning toward the circle. Her hips swayed seductively with each step, tail swinging back and forth as she sent a smouldering smirk over her shoulder.
"And if you don't hear back from me soon, you'll know I'm having one *hell* of a time," she said wickedly as she strode into the circle, glowing brighter until she vanished from sight.
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She drank in the sight of him walking back in completely naked, glass in hand, throbbing erection still hard enough to sway back and forth with each step. She declined a drink, her thirst for something else entirely, and eagerly spread her legs wide as he set it down on the side table and climbed on top of the bed.
This time however it seemed he had something else in mind, as he tucked a hand under her hips to roll her over onto her side. "Huh?" she communicated eloquently as she went to push herself up, thinking he wanted doggy style. A thrill ran though her body at the thought of him using her horns as handlebars to forcefully ream her out.
He put his hand on her shoulder instead, holding her down onto the sheets, guiding her onto her side as he straddled her.
She let him pull and maneuver her body, sliding her lower leg straight down between his, and her upper leg bent up out of the way. They moved closer to the bedhead and the side table with the water on top. He kept her upper body on its side, though he angled her torso back a little to better show off her chest.
As he leaned down to kiss her once again, she could feel his sticky erection pressed against her ass, throbbing with heat and need. She moaned into his kiss as his dexterous fingers teased her petite breasts and tweaked at her nipples, sending spikes of pleasure through her chest.
She brushed her hair aside, watching with interest as he pulled back taking his cock in hand. This was a position she'd never tried before as most incubi were usually too focused on their own release to do anything that required more set-up and effort than double penetration.
He shuffled closer, her upper leg tucked over his as he guided his cockhead inside her, eliciting a murmur of pleasure from her. Even after being thoroughly overstimulated, the feeling of that initial penetration was still divine.
He pushed deeper inside her, shuffling his legs up further to get his hips even closer. Her eyebrows drew together as he pushed deeper and deeper still, her mouth agape as he seemed to drive in further than should be possible.
"Oh my *god*," she exclaimed. The angle of his shaft made it rub against parts that hadn't been so thoroughly abused earlier and were still surprisingly sensitive. He firmly grasped her hip as their bodies joined at the base, and pulled it against him as he ground his hip into her, causing her brows to crash together and her eyes to pop out at the extremely deep penetration for a human. "*Oh my god,*" she whimpered as it almost felt like she was being freshly fucked anew.
Grinning down at her, he began rocking back and forth, a gentle motion that nonetheless thoroughly stirred up her sensitive folds.
Within minutes, the pleasure radiating from her body was burning through her like a wildfire, and she buried her face in the crook of her arm as she whimpered and gasped. *I'm a subccubus! A demon of lust! Why am I letting myself get overwhelmed like this?*
He reached up to cup her petite breasts, gently stroking and teasing them. The tingling caused her to shudder helplessly as her limbs clutched and spasmed.
*Damn this physical form,* she raged, letting him guide her hips back and forth onto his shaft. *If only it didn't feel so damn* goood~!
She didn't need to pretend as she looked up at him helplessly, mouth agape as he firmly rode her. Between her new physical form and his experience, her mind was practically being washed away with pleasure. Her eyes hazy and unfocused, she felt rather than saw when he reached one hand down between their bodies, planting it firmly between her thighs and attacking her clit directly once more. Her body melted into the sheets as she groaned in delight. She was surprised when a second spit-soaked thumb worked its way between her cheeks.
"Uh? Wha'?" she mumbled between gasps as she craned her neck to see. He wasted no time in firmly grinding the soft pad of his thumb against her asshole, assaulting her from both sides with his hands as his cock attacked her directly.
*You have got to be kidding me!*
"Oh my god. Oh my *goooood*" she wailed, her pleasure skyrocketing. The triple stimulation was incredible, and she could already feel the beginnings of a colossal orgasm forming. If he kept up the pace, she was going to explode in record time.
"You like that, huh?" He grinned down at her, extremely self-satisfied.
She didn't even try to pretend any more, and nodded violently. "Mmm-hm! Mhm!" Her wordless, eager agreement spread his smug smile into a sly one.
"Gonna let me cum inside you, huh?" he asked, smirking. "'Cause I made you cum before?"
Her eyes were half rolled back as she felt the pleasure building up deep inside her, and there was no way she was going to disagree even if she wanted to. "Oh, *yes*, cum deep inside me, *please*," she moaned, the thought of a real, physical load shooting deep inside her almost tipping her over the edge immediately.
"What are you gonna give me for making you cum *this* time, though?"
"Huh?"
Deep in her haze, she didn't even understand the question at first. He seemed to like making her cum, wasn't that reward enough?
Instead, she was shocked when he buried his cock deep inside and stopped moving, leaning over to repeat himself slightly louder.
"What do I get for making you cum again?"
*No, nonono, not this now, please-* "Wh - I - I don't know!"
All the good feelings were instantly draining away. Her pussy throbbed around his cock, pressed against it but not getting the grinding pleasure she needed. She tried to rock her hips against him, but he firmly held her in place to control the rhythm.
"Aww, c'mon," he teased, and ground his cock around inside her before releasing her hip and putting his hands back down to stimulate her holes again.
"Surely you can think of *something*," he mocked, picking his pace back up, causing the pleasure to pour forth from her hips immediately. She whimpered again, but this time it was a desperate, distracted noise. If she couldn't think of something good enough, was he going to torture her again? It had been agony the first time, and now she was so close to an orgasm even greater than before.
She didn't want to suck out his soul any more, but that probably wasn't something he would see as a 'reward'. Perhaps if she made some kind of nonspecific promise, like a 'boon'? She didn't even have to follow through, it wasn't like a binding contract. She could just have her fun and leave without holding up her end of the bargain.
...Maybe burn through her Eros making him fuck her brains out until he was spent first. Yeah.
"W...what if-" she managed to squeeze out before he picked up the pace, slamming his hips against her sensitive lips and ramming himself deep inside her over and over. She cried out, her train of thought shattered as intense waves of pleasure momentarily overpowered her. She took a minute to catch her breath as his pace returned to normal, licking her lips before trying again.
"Mmmmaybe I c-"
This time she almost bit her tongue as his hands attacked her with even greater ferocity, her clit in particular mashed almost painfully as his other thumb teased and ground into her asshole.
*No fair!*
She tried to gather her wits again, but it was too much. It was hard enough to concentrate when it felt like her every nerve ending was awash with pleasure. The way he assaulted her whenever she tried to speak was cruel... and very close to driving her to orgasm. She stopped trying to speak, the bundle of sensations inside her building into that beautiful hook ready to pull her into bliss.
He seemed to notice, and she yelped as he slapped her ass and slowed right down. If anything, that was worse than stopping entirely; the long, slow strokes inside her sent delightful agonizing pleasure spiking through her brain, but it wasn't enough to get off on.
"C'mon," he teased. "Surely you can think of *something*."
*Just tell me what you want, you sadistic bastard!*
Desperate to cum, she grabbed his arm pleadingly. "Please," she groaned. "Please, I'll do *anything*! Anything you want!"
She couldn't even concentrate enough to manipulate his emotions, and the wicked grin on his face suggested an attempt could have unpredictable results.
"Oooh.... *Anything*, you say...?" He picked up the pace a little as he pretended to consider it. She nodded desperately, wanting to stay on his good side. "Yes, master," she whimpered, remembering her role. "Anything you want, just let me cum!"
"Hmm...." He nodded, and leaned over the bed to the nightstand. She squeaked as her body, still attached to him, contorted for a moment as he rummaged around in the drawer briefly before settling back down. His hips rocked back and forth inside her as he held out the thick black leather collar, adorned with a cold iron ring on the outside and intricate runes etched the inside.
"I want you to form a Pact with me." His now-serious gaze pierced through her, and she felt an icy stab of fear in her chest.
"H-hang on now," she said nervously. She'd only heard of them in old, vague stories, but she knew a few things. A Pact would put her in his power, binding her to him. They would share any Eros she absorbed, and grant him access to her powers. Most importantly, she would have to follow his instructions and wouldn't be allowed to harm him. How had *this* guy figured out a Pact ritual?!
He kept grinding away inside her, pulling her hip against him again with one hand as the other held out the collar. She nervously wet her lips, eyes flicking from the collar to his face. A Pact was bad news - she might be out of her depth here. But that hot rod buried in *her* depths was making it hard to think.
She held her arms up against her body defensively, trying not to pant as his motions stoked the fire deep inside her. Her flesh was desperate, eager to crash into an abyss of bliss again.
"Why do you want to...?" She squeezed out. Her need to cum was making it hard to concentrate, and his hips weren't helping.
"I want to form a partnership."
He pressed closer, screwing her more roughly as he spoke.
"You feed on lust, and want to play in the Physical Realm. *I* want to use your powers to attract women and form my own harem. We can help each other." His pace picked up, clearly excited by his plan. "I can give you guidance here, help keep you safe from divine agents. While you...." His rhythm changed, grinding in circles and swirling his cock around inside her. Despite herself, the feeling made her whole body shudder with delight. "I want to send you to school. You'll make friends, bring them back here, and make them fall in love with me. And you can feed on all the lust we make."
It seemed she'd misjudged the situation. This guy wasn't just playing at power - he wanted *real* power, and wanted to use her to get it. She should really make a break for it - hit him with a burst of Eros to make him blow his load, then while he was shuddering with pleasure scramble for the decaying summoning circle. If she pumped it full of her remaining power, she should be able to use it as an emergency exit back into the Netherrealm. But if she did that... Every fibre of her body was screaming out for release. There was no way anything she'd feel in the Netherrealm could possibly compare to what she'd miss out on if she left now. But there was no way she was willingly putting on that collar...
"Um, I dunno..." she said slowly, trying to think of a way out. "I don't... really wanna make a Pact."
"Oh!" His hips slowed to a stop, a look of surprise on his face. "So I should just... Send you back now?"
Her heart leapt in panic. "No! No, no, you don't need to do that! Maybe there's something.... else I could do?" An edge of desperation tinged her voice.
He seemed to ignore her, planting his hands either side of her and leaning in close. He started making long, slow thrusts in and out as he spoke, his voice a low, seductive drawl.
"Just think about it... Getting to play around in the Physical Realm. Going wherever you want, seducing anyone you want... I can help you."
Her eyes screwed shut, groaning lustily as his words stoked her lust even further. It *was* a tantalizing thought, and an opportunity she'd desired ever since she'd found the portal. But she was certain she wouldn't be nearly as free as he pretended.
He pressed his body against hers, rocking his hips into hers, whispering directly in her ear. "You could feel like this *every night*. When are you going to get pleasure like this again?"
As much as she tried to hide it, she whimpered as her body shuddered with anticipation. She was *so close...*
He straightened up, his pace beginning to slow again.
"If you say yes, I'll give you the greatest pleasure you've ever felt," he said, his free hand taking her leg and swinging it over. A moment's maneuvering and she was on her back, her legs spread wide as he thrust into her, one hand back on her clit. This time his touch was feather-light, somehow eliciting even more pleasure than before. She cried out desperately, unable to stand the teasing.
"If not... You can go back home and I'll find someone else." He stopped thrusting and took his thumb off her clit.
"I'll do it!" she shouted, the prospect of losing her pleasure absolutely unbearable. "I'll take the pact," she lied. "Just - you can't stop again, right? You gotta keep going, or - or I won't do it." She grabbed the hand holding the collar, staring daggers through him. She was desperate, but she was oh-so-close. She just had to stall a few minutes longer.
A pleased smile crossed his face, and he started grinding faster as he released the collar into her grip. She didn't know much about the spell, but all the stories said it needed her assent, and it wasn't complete until the collar was fastened around her neck. So, all she had to do was not put it on, and she'd be safe, right?
Licking her lips, she firmly held the strap in both hands, and held it close to but not touching her neck. The sight must have aroused or emboldened him because his thrusts got harder, more eager, causing waves of need to wash through her.
"W... What do I need to do?" she groaned, wanting to know what to avoid.
"I'll recite the incantation, and then when I ask, you need to agree to form a Pact with me. Okay?"
She nodded. Hopefully it was one of those really drawn out, complicated ones. "But you can't stop, remember? If you don't keep fucking me, I won't do it!"
He grinned and nodded. "Got it. But if you *don't* do it, I'll dismiss you immediately."
Her stomach dropped at just the thought of it. He took a deep breath, steadying himself, and began reciting in Latin. His pace slowed a little, but it was more than enough to get her off. She screwed her eyes shut, trying to concentrate on her orgasm.
She fixated on the sensation of his cock grinding deep inside her, pleasure spiraling out from her sensitive insides with every motion. She tried to squeeze her pussy tighter, intensifying the sensations. Her breath came in short gasps, all of her body straining with effort to cum as quickly as possible so she could escape.
Despite the effort, her stomach sank as the incantation wound to a close far sooner than she’d liked. Her orgasm felt tantalizingly close yet also impossibly distant. *No, no, no! Just a little longer!*
This time, though, his pace actually picked up. Her eyes popped open in shock as he began driving her to orgasm in earnest, his thumb grazing over her clit sending beautiful agony through her thighs. Her heart felt like it was going to jackhammer out of her chest, and her legs were trembling with anticipation. She was so close, but she was playing it *very* close.
"Do you accept my Pact?" His breath was heavy, punctuated with each thrust. "Will you bind yourself to me?"
She licked her lips, her body wracked with desire, a mountainous orgasm on the verge of collapsing over her. This was it. She just had to delay him moments longer, but she couldn't let him suspect what she was doing. Her lips trembled, and she held the collar away from her neck. The stories were all clear that the spell only completed when it closed and locked tight.
Though... did this collar even have a lock? She only noticed now that the runes etched into its inner surface were now glowing with a cool blue light. An icy trickle of fear started climbing its way up her spine... Was he looking at her more intensely? Did he suspect? Was he about to banish her, unsatisfied?!
"I accept! I accept the pact!" She cried out in panic, desperate to prevent him dismissing her before she came even as she pulled the collar away from her neck to stop it binding her, but it was too late. The runes flashed as it ripped itself out of her grasp. The leather came to life, slapping around her throat and slithering around her neck. He began pounding even harder, his thumb expertly working her clit as the collar snapped itself shut. Her shriek of terror was cut off as the collar tightened, cutting off her oxygen. Her fingers dug underneath it as she desperately tried to rip it off, but it held like steel. He pinned her down and pounded her spasming pussy even as she thrashed and bucked in panic.
She could feel her face grow hot as her blood supply was restricted, the collar tightening ever so slightly more around her grasping fingers. Her teeth clenched, lips drawn back as her vision began to blur.
The roaring in her ears grew as the room got dark and the only things she could feel were reduced to her pounding heart and the leather strap under her fingers until without warning, the collar loosened and she drew in a deep gasping breath. All her sensations came rushing back to her, and the sensation of his frantic pounding crashed down like a tidal wave, causing all the pent up desire and delayed orgasm to explode inside her all at once. Her screams of pleasure almost deafened her new Master, and if she were able to concentrate on anything other than the chain reaction of sensations overwhelming her, she would have seen the wide, self satisfied grin stretching over his face before he, too, shuddered blissfully with release inside her.
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Forever Hung (Part 10) [sci-fi] [slow burn] [all characters over 21] [MF]
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I began to take more chances with Maddie. As she stood gazing at the sound one morning, I opened the windows and let her lean against the sill as I reached between her legs from behind. I pulled her into the pantry one evening, knowing Madison could arrive any minute to make dinner, then buried my head beneath her skirt as Maddie grasped at shelves to steady herself. I even tried whisking Maddie into the walk-in freezer for a quickie while Madison was out for lunch, but we both found it too cold.
I realize now that I subconsciously wanted Madison to catch us, to learn the truth. Not out of some moral imperative or gnawing sense of guilt, but because a part of me thought she would be flattered. Or that she might see how well I pleased Maddie and take me for herself. Or, perhaps most rewarding of all, that seeing her double, her identical self, bent over the grand piano might trigger some kind of kink. That the two of them—twins!—would corner me in the shower and take turns soaping my lust-forgiven cock.
I became so enamored with the promise of this fantasy that I may have pushed things too far.
One night, after a long day of work, I was returning to my room when I noticed, through a hallway window, an unusual light out on the sound, not far from shore. It was a boat, I realized, and while I couldn’t be sure, it looked like the professor’s sailboat. I fetched a pair of binoculars from the library and, sure enough, peering from my bedroom window, I could just make out Madison in the last light of day, sipping champagne on the bow as Harry carried a tray of cheeses up from the cabin.
When Maddie came up behind me, wrapping her arms around me and slipping her hands into my front pockets, I turned to her. I looked her over. Black cotton panties and a red sweater hanging off one shoulder. She looked very enticing, but I decided it wasn’t quite right.
Madison’s room wasn’t locked. It looked as I expected from the mirror, but opening the door I could also smell the scent of Madison’s perfume, a girlish mix of cinnamon and lavender. I led Maddie in by the hand and asked her to have a seat in one of the wingback chairs.
Her underwear was in the top drawer. A layer of simple white and tan options was on the surface, but resting beneath was a dense collection of more playful lingerie. Matching sets in various pastel shades. Silk nighties. Lace stockings. Bright red straps barely connected to any fabric at all. Much of it I’d seen, much of it I’d not. I chose an outfit, set it on the bed, and told Maddie I’d wait in the bathroom while she tried it on.
When I emerged, she was admiring herself in the mirror. She wore a gray university t-shirt with a deep v and the tight blue jeans Madison often wore to work which so meticulously hugged her backside. I approached Maddie and cupped my hand against her ass, the curving mound of denim feeling just as I’d always imagined. I spun Maddie around, pulled her against me, and slipped my hands into her back pockets, squeezing each cheek the way I’d wanted to so many times in the lab. I spanked her lightly and she pressed against me; I spanked her harder and she leapt.
I ran my fingers around the inside of her waistband. I kissed Maddie, then looked down between our bodies as I undid the button of her jeans. Unzipped them. The hint of her underwear peeked through. I yanked the jeans down over her hips, and underneath, the frilly white panties with cherries, the ones Madison had worn on the day of our arrival. I got down on my knees and gently kissed the fabric between Maddie’s legs. Gently licked against the fabric. Wet, the panties adhered to the lips beneath, and I kissed Maddie there to taste her through the frills.
I stood. Maddie panted faintly, leaning back against the dresser. I ran my hands along her sides, ruffling the t-shirt against her skin. My hands rose higher along her back. Over her shoulders. I took each side of the v-neck in my hands and, glancing at the design on the cotton, the same university logo that had been on my sweatshirt, I ripped it open.
Maddie gasped, her chest heaving beneath a pastel orange bra, the same bra that had reminded me of a creamsicle.
I slid the torn shirt down her arms until, reaching the wrists, I used the remnants to tie Maddie’s hands behind her back. I stepped back. I admired her eager body. Then, realizing she needed one last thing, I reached around to dig through Madison’s jewelry box. I found a long silver necklace with a spherical amulet on the end. I clasped it around her neck. I held the amulet to my mouth, gave it a single kiss. Then I let the amulet roll against and into her cleavage.
And then I undressed.
When Madison opened her door, we were on top of her bed. Maddie on her knees, leaning forward with one shoulder against a bedpost. Me behind, holding the shirt tied around her wrists. And the white frilly panties pushed to one side, my pelvis thumping against Maddie’s ass.
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Madison’s reaction did not rise to the expectation of my fantasy. In the days that followed I overheard heated arguments between Madison and the professor in the study. She yelled at him about violations of trust, of her privacy. She said she understood a certain scientific impulse to push things as far as possible, to find new applications for technology, but said she could not understand the complete callousness displayed by the professor, that he could clone his lover —even his slut nymphet, she added—without asking her consent.
As for me, Madison threatened to call the police. She was deterred only by the professor’s pleas on my behalf, and by the sheer exhaustion at the idea of explaining the situation to the authorities. I tried claiming that I had not been trespassing, that I had thought Maddie was, in fact, Madison, but this only angered Maddie—a thing I didn’t think possible—and she told Madison that I knew damn well who was who.
“He goes or I go,” Madison told the professor, his true body, in his study, referring to me.
“You must blame me, dear. Not Charlie,” the professor said. “No man could have resisted.”
“I blame you both.”
“I understand your frustration, but truly I need you both,” the professor said. “Neither one of you can be replaced this late into the project.”
“What *is* the project?” Madison shouted.
The professor only bowed his head and held a finger to his lips.
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She refused to acknowledge me as we worked. I kept to myself on my side of the lab, running hypothetical brain wave patterns from our new DNA sample, then passed my data off to Harry. Madison seemed to be giving him the cold shoulder, as well. She gave him her datasets at lunchtime without the usual brush of his bicep or lingering gaze at his back, then he’d go synthesize the numbers on his own computer.
Her mirror was obviously covered—indeed, there seemed to be an entire armoire moved in front of the glass—but even without sight I could tell she and Harry were no longer engaged in their raucous, bacchanalian nights. No euphoric cries came through our wall or echoed down the hallways.
Nor had Maddie returned to me. The professor’s doing, I suspected, though it was certainly possible she was as irate as Madison.
Eventually—towards the professor, at least—I began to notice signs of forgiveness. Madison began taking coffee into the professor’s bedroom again; I saw her leaving in the morning, though she was always dressed much more conservatively. The same clothes she now wore in the lab. Long skirts that went down to her shins. Long-sleeve blouses. Turtlenecks.
She began to smile politely at Harry whenever they interacted at work. She even laughed slightly when he flicked water against her from the new hibernation bath, a definite breach of typical lab protocol, and thus, highly flirtatious.
In the evening I saw the two of them sharing the library together, albeit from different couches. At dinner time, Harry always brought a glass of red wine to her as she sat alone on the back porch, then left her to enjoy in peace. One night I saw her ask him to stay.
It wasn’t long before Madison and Harry seemed past their first big fight. I saw them through my window one night. She led him across the lawn, unzipping the side of one of her long skirts, and leaned against the same dogwood tree where Maddie had taken me.
Maddie—how I missed her. As I watched Madison drop to her knees in front of Harry, I thought about how much I missed Maddie.
“How was she?” Madison mumbled one day. I didn’t realize at first that she was speaking to me, and anyway every answer seemed like a trap, so I pretended not to hear.
“How was she?” she repeated more loudly. “Was she as…determined as Harry? Before he was synced?”
I considered my words carefully. “Just as steadfast, I’d say.”
And Madison went back to her work without saying anything more.
And then one morning, as Madison, Harry, and I silently drank coffee in the kitchen, Madison blurted out “ I want to see her.”
Harry glanced at me warily. “Maybe best to let what’s past—”
“Bring her to me if you ever want to do what I let you do last night again,” and she dropped her mug in the sink and stormed off.
Harry shrugged at me; his hands were tied.
Madison was waiting in the sunroom. I joined her, carrying my third cup of coffee, and sat on the loveseat. She glanced at me, fairly unpleasantly, then back out the window.
Harry led Maddie by the hand. She was essentially dressed for an interview—a brown skirt with panty hose underneath and a white button up blouse—but her hair was damp, and it was clear the professor had just woken her from her hibernation bath.
Madison circled her double. She studied various parts of Maddie’s body—her legs, her shoulder, her hair— and compared them with her own.
“She’s my exact double?” Madison asked. “No tweaks?”
“No tweaks needed,” Harry said.
Madison glanced at him to show she was unmoved.
She stood in front of Maddie, glanced at her chest to compare it with her own, then looked Maddie in the eyes.
“Did you sleep with him?” Madison asked, nodding toward Harry. “Touch him, play with him, do anything with him?”
Maddie looked back at Harry then shook her head.
“No, never.”
“What about the old man upstairs?” Madison asked. “Did you ever sleep with him?”
“No,” Maddie said, and in fact seemed a little perplexed by the question, as if she’d never met the professor in his original body.
Madison looked her over again, then glanced in my direction.
“How was he?” she asked.
Maddie frowned at me, her erstwhile and future swain, and gave a middling shrug. “Fine,” was all she said, and she and Madison shared a knowing—some might say insensitive—little laugh.
I saw Madison lead Harry into the Turkish bath that night, one strap of her bikini top already hanging from her shoulder.
Returning to my room, Maddie was waiting for me in a pair of linen pajamas.
“Maddie,” I said, so happy to see her. I hugged her to me and was relieved when she hugged back. “I’m sorry,” I said.
I kissed her, and just as our bodies began to respond to one another, she pushed me away.
“Not tonight,” she said.
I told her “of course,” and we spent the unusually cold night huddled together beneath the duvet.
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I [M] 21 fucked my friends little sister on a playground when I was supposed to be a sponsor for the church canoe trip.
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At the ripe young age of 21 I was asked by other members of the church I grew up in if I wanted to go on the canoe trip they had planned for late July and was told that if I did, then I'd be considered an adult and expected to keep my younger brother and his friends in line throughout the course of the trip. I didn't go very often at 21 and definitely wasn't a saint so the extra title/job was a surprise to me. We loaded up the bus and a few vans Sunday afternoon after service, took a group picture and ventured down the road, driving 4 of the roughly 5 hours required and were staying the night in a small town (an hour from the river) at a small church associated with ours.
After sweating my ass off in the bus most of the way there we arrived just in time for people from that particular church to all show up with their favorite dishes and before long we were ready to eat. As we began to mingle and meet members from the small town we heard all the stories. Grandma talking about her shit head grand kids that "only a grandma could love". Farmers talking about lack of rain..... Or too much rain. I can't really remember which.
Just about the time my eyes started rolling at my (younger) brother and annoying (also high school age) friend a group of girls my age or a few years younger walked in looking and smelling good and ready to be a part of the feast. One girl I recognized as the younger sister of a good friend who I had played college football with and lived in my dorm freshman year. She had also been the GF of another friend of my brother. BUT NOW SHE WAS A FULL GROWN HIGH SCHOOL GRADUATE (18), headed to college in the fall, and looked absolutely stunning. She was an absolute knockout and my having gotten in amazing shape a few years back must have been doing the trick for her as well. All of this was surprising to me still as I was never the fat kid growing up but always just big. I was told a lot "you know how good looking you'd be if you lost weight"? So I did, and I hit the weight room hard and here I was, talking to someone way out of my league. But apparently she wasn't cause there she was, talking to me.
We started talking and flirting very shortly after supper and we chose to follow some other people outside then an even smaller group decided that we'd walk to the park at the school down the street. On the way there I teased her a little, and due to how close she kept getting and then acting cold(in mid July) I could tell she was very interested in me showing her attention, I just didn't know how much she would be comfy with before she'd cut me off. When we got to the playground I finally popped my head up from my infatuation long enough to realize it was just me, her, and my brother and his friend. Her friends it appeared all had to be home by the time the street lights came on.
Soon after arriving at the park she slowly walked over to the monkey bars and gave a flirty look back in my direction as to say "are you gonna come chase this tail, cause it'll be worth it?" I obviously did and scurried up they monkey bars behind her. Once we got to the top we sat facing each other with our feet dangling and I couldn't help but stare in her gorgeous eyes but that didn't last long because no sooner than I sat down did she lean in to kiss me. Roughly 15 long seconds in I went to kiss her neck and she thought I was going lower and quickly reached down to her waist, only to pull her shirt right up to her neck and stick her breasts out as if to say put them in your mouth so I did. Pulling her bra up to expose the most perfect B cups I went right for the gold and put it in my mouth, still dazed and amazed at how quickly this was going down. Not to mention how unexpected it was.
As soon as this happened I noticed someone utter a loud "oooooh shit" in unison and spun around to see none other than my brother and his friend laughing while hiding behind playground equipment. Being the responsible person in charge I told them to "fuck off", but just that moment there was someone yelling in the distance that it was time to come back and get settled in......I looked at her...... She looked at me...... And we knew that this just wasn't going to do. She told me she could easily sneak out of her house and that I should do the same and meet back at the school in a couple hours.
Fast forward to 11:00pm in a small Midwest American town and it might was well be 3am. The street lights are old and dim and the only thing that lights up the playground, as I round the corner of the school and walk toward the equipment was one giant light that I feel they have behind every school that puts out orange light, and the numerous stars on a clear July night. I thought i was alone when I showed up but as I got closer I saw her figure rise up from where she was sitting and step in to the light. She had changed from her very conservative pants and t shirt she had been wearing into the tightest pair of jean shorts I'd ever seen and a shirt that showed off her entire belly and it was apparent that she wanted to show me she was 18 and full grown
It wasn't as if I had trouble getting laid at the time, so this should have been just like any other encounter but my heart was racing out of my chest as I walked towards her. As we finally got close enough to each other I, being nearly twice her size took my right arm grabbed her under her ass and pulled her in so that our lips locked while she wrapped both arms over my shoulders. We kissed for am while then I set her back down on the ground and used both of my hands to explore every inch of skin that wasnt covered with that tiny little shirt. Soon enough though her arms were lifted straight up and that was a clear signal to me that her shirt needed to come off. Once again I had her perfect little titties in my mouth while she stood there, frozen in place, with goose bumps popping up on her skin while I enjoyed what I had in my mouth.
After a couple minutes of exploring her body with my hands like I was reading braille, I paused for a moment looked around the playground and identified the perfect place for the deed to happen. On the other side of this playground set from where we were standing was a double wide, low angle, plastic slide that, except for the static electricity it generated served its purpose really well. With her still standing right in front of me I reached down grab her around the waist and motioned for her to jump, she wrapped her legs around my waist and I carried her around till I got to the slide and I set her down on her back.
***Now I don't know if I properly set up in my previous paragraph just how absolutely gorgeous this woman was. I mean in comparison to absolutely anyone I had ever been with previous she was a definite 12 on a scale of 1 to 10***.
As I stood there staring at her laying on her back, shirt off and undoing her belt I knew that I was in the middle of what was the greatest moment of my life up until that point. I asked if I needed to use a condom she said "no I'm on birth control" and as she sat up to untie my shorts which she did very quickly, she followed by yanking them down, grabbing my cock and slowly taking it as deep as she could fit it, in her mouth. As if to say I can handle this, and handle it she did.
I hardly remember this part and had to stop that pretty quickly or be willing to live with this being the shortest, best night of my life ever, so i pushed her off and I told her to lay down as I slowly took her shorts off. As I did she looked up at me and says those 3 little words every man wants to hear. FUCK ME NOW!!! I bent down grabbed her legs on each side of me, looked down with a deep breathe and buried my cock as deep as I possibly could. Throughout the next 10 to 60 minutes, (I honestly couldn't tell) her and I locked eyes, lips, and privates and rubbed against each other way more than I thought a human body was able to up until that point. We soon switched to her bent over the slide with me behind her but as fun as that was, she was on a mission, it seemed, to show me that she had matured. So she told me to lay down on the merry go round only a mere 10 ft from us. "So she could do some of the work."
She told me to lay down in the middle, she gave it a light spin, hopped up on to straddled me, and rode me as I laid there looking up at her silhouette surrounded by at least a couple thousand stars all spinning above me. It was all too much to take and I'm sure that I only probably lasted 2 minutes in this position but it felt like two days. I told her I was going to cum and all she moaned back was "yeah you are"!!! My eyes got wide like a couple saucers, then crossed and rolled back in my head and the second I started to cum she clamped down tight on my cock, greedy to take it all!
After I finished my "seizure" she leaned down to stare into my eyes while at the same time slowly raising up off me. The mess that came out felt like it wouldnt stop but when it did she climbed off. She secretly slipped her panties in my shorts cargo pocket when I was still in a daze and then threw on the rest of her clothes.It was official, I just fucked the baddest chick alive and filled her up on the playground while I was a sponsor on the church canoe trip. MIND BLOWN!!!
After we laid there for maybe another half hour I walked her home and walked back to where we were staying. Along the way, I went to pull out her phone number she had written down and I found her panties (more like an eye patch) in my pocket. I couldn't help but smile the entire way back. I snuck back in to the church and only ended up getting about 3 hours of sleep that night. I didn't mind. I would have done it 365 days a year if given the option. She gave me her number and told me to keep in touch but the reality was this was the day before cell phones, long distance was expensive, and she lived a long grueling 4 1/2 to 5 hours from where I did and I didn't have a reliable car at the time. With the exception of looking her up on social media( once or twice ten years later), her and I only spoke a few times shortly that summer. She went off to college, and soon after we lost touch. I have never seen her again face to face, the only time I ever see her is in my daydreams, but I still get that same smile on my face.
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Night hunt [29m/28f][Voyeurism, masturbation, doggystyle, blowjob]
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I wake up dry throat, as often with this air conditioning, I'll have to get up to go drink a large glass of water. I have to be careful not to wake you up sleeping in the next room, because here you are queen and I am just a guest. It's with a feline step that I leave the room, a beam of white light comes to break this darkness of this corridor, as usual you sleep with the door ajar and this light is surely your computer, Morpheus has forgotten this device. I walk down the hall in silence and when I get to your door I peek, lightning colors on your face, your sleep is not heavy, you seem to be fighting with demons, I see your feet contract and your breathing is not serene.
I continue my way in the dark, each of my steps is light, I think of what you dream of, a scene with me where we are one? I finally arrive in this kitchen that I know so well, where we are used to drinking glasses of wine and usually I observe each of your body movements to see signs of ambiguity. I pour myself a large glass of water, making myself discreet and in this silence a moan from the end of the corridor comes to disturb this heavy silence, just like me for that matter. Your imagination seems teasing, I will force myself to smile to return to my room.
During my nocturnal wanderings, my gaze allows itself to stop in this luminous fault! I see you, a sheet is placed on you, your legs are bent, thighs apart, funny position to sleep, but wait, you're not sleeping! I see movement at the birth of your pubis, I should leave you alone with your desires but I don't want to, time clings to me, the silence no longer has it is fractured by your discreet moans and the rubbing of those cursed textiles that hide your modesty. I feel predatory, it's bad, but if I'll listen to my impulses I'll already be inside you, my underwear is getting really tight, my gaze is fixed on its prey, my right hand slips into my underwear and my elbow hit the door! A noise resounds in all the house, I am paralyzed
Your eyes lit by this dance of light stare at me, a smile forms on your lips and you gently slide your sheet over your body, revealing your nudity drawn on this piece of fabric. Your gaze closes, and your hand resumes its fight against your desires. I'm sure I have to go, my left leg forces me to flee, after devouring your femininity with my eyes m, for it seems to me to be preparing a playground. you take your sleeping partner, bend it in two and astride you come to lodge it between your thighs. Your pelvis begins to dance, I see your round breasts follow the rhythm, while I imagine the spell you inflict on the object of my desire, your hands grabbing your pillow from side to side, so that the pressure is made stronger on your vulva, you accelerate, your discreet moans are noisy and your gaze comes to lodge in mine. I can no longer control my body, my right hand has long forgotten who was its master and caresses the tip of my member.
In a long sigh of pleasure, you stop and I see you naked, trembling, sparkling pearls all over your body lit by this digital window all over your body, you get up, leap from your bed like a feline. You walk towards me, I try to run away but, I feel like paralyzed prey, you are close and I see your hand, the one that made you feel good, rise and grab my neck. I feel like I'm going to have a bad time, as I think about how to justify my act of voyeurism, my mouth opens to apologize but, your lips silence me, you pull me into your room. I entered the lair of a predator.
Your face I know it by heart, but this expression that you approach, I have never seen it but, I dreamed of it in my most pleasant dreams. During our exchange, I grab you at the birth of your buttocks to lift you up, turn around to stick you against the wall, our kisses become more fiery, your smell of cherries, the tickles caused by your hair on my face, your Wet cravings leaning against me and the warmth of your body testing all my senses. My kisses become faster and travel your neck, time accelerates, to respond to my tenderness you lacerate my back with your claws. I am defenseless.
Our exchanges of saliva are no longer enough for me, I'm taking you to bed, the video your computer is playing gives me an idea of the fate I have in store for you. I put you on the bed and ask you 'turn around', you get on all fours directly, you have the same desire as me. My proudly erect manhood strips bare and comes to your lips, she kisses it longingly, a jolt comes to help our desires, my hand has just leaned on your neck so that you don't escape. Head resting against the mattress, your hands squeeze the sheets, the better to fight my left claw grabs your hip and my penetration is faster, the sound of our bodies colliding marks the tempo of our animal cries. Your femininity struggles and contracts, to give him respite, I slow the pace without letting go. You're dying for me to be a little more brutal because your rump tries to dominate my pace, after having deprived you of your desire for speed and to finish you off, a pat on the buttocks, I hear you scream happiness, accelerate my movement of my pelvis and each blow brings us closer to your end, but I want to make this moment last. Again I slow down this dance, so that you feel every millimeter of me inside you, everything tightens inside you like your hands on the mattress. I hear you, I won. This position that puts the whole back of your body in value, this warmth, the noises that come out of your mouth. I'm in ecstasy, I also want to forfeit!
An overflow of happiness is about to overflow, I withdraw and you understand directly. You sit down and you kiss my anatomy, then suck it, my left hand rests on your hair, maintains it and accompanies your movements. You don't fight, you want to finish your prey quickly, I understood it when you came with your hands to strangle it gently my base by going back and forth combining with circular movements. Between your fingers, you feel my swollen member, my breath becoming rapid, you put my tip on your tongue, your gaze pierces mine, your white skin is colored by our warmth and your expression of satisfaction dresses your face. Knowing that the victory is yours, you continue your movements until your prey begins to convulse and let out jets that hit your palate, my liquid overflows from your mouth and slowly runs through your body. While looking at me, the seed that remained in your mouth, as a sign of victory you swallow it. You wipe your mouth with that hand that's been playful, and you tell me 'Sleep, with me tonight! I'm going to wash up and I'll be back'. You head to the bathroom, your figure and your gait make me think of a felid.
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[MF] I call him daddy now
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I (19F) would often visit and stay in my boyfriend's home. His family is wealthy and the house was large enough for all of us and was comfortable for the most part.
However, as the time went on, and I stayed for longer, I started getting more and more comfortable. Less manners, more freedoms, etc. On numerous occasions, my boyfriend's dad would use the bathroom as I was in the shower. It did not bother me, but one time he came in as I was making myself cum in the shower. He must have known because he immediately apologized and left the bathroom. I quickly finished my shower and went to get dressed.
About a week later, he knocked and I told him to come in. He said he did not want to intrude like last time. I was humiliated but in some ways turned on by being exposed to him.
Some months later, I was in the basement, fully knowing nobody was home and I was hammering myself with my dildo. Really pounding on her! As I started to cum, I heard his voice upstairs….he asked if I was okay. My pussy was literally filled with my dildo, my pussy cumming like mad and I could not find the right words. All that came out was "fuck, I am…okay." He started to come down the steps….and there was nothing to stop him from seeing me masturbating. "No dad, don’t come down" is what I tried to say, but I was too late. By this time I was partially covered, but my dildo was on the floor.
Cocky and arrogantly he says "my son can’t keep his girlfriend satisfied?" I answered with "no, not really." And with that, he stood in front of me, pulled down his shorts and said "try this." I was powerless - I grabbed his semi hard cock, stroked it a couple of times and proceeded to go down on it with my mouth. He was the same size as my boyfriend, but this was different. He took over and basically told me what to do.
I still fuck and suck him on a regular basis. I am his slut, his pussy and nobody else knows.
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Hotwife Hooker - The Origin Story [F/F- 25-35] [Hotwife] [Masturbation] [Cheating] [Toys] [Hooker]
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“You can earn a lot of money doing these fuck gigs, Emma. Also, you may want to know that all of my girls absolutely love the sex. Some can’t get enough.”
“Do their husbands permit them to fuck other men for money?”
“Yup. Every one of my girls has a consenting hubby.”
“Are there no single girls, Tiffany?”
“My clients want to fuck married women, preferably ones who have had kids. I have a couple of girls who are lactating and they are in massive demand.”
“Steve loved that too after I gave birth. It was exhausting, but I found it fulfilling too.”
“Shall I sign you up, Em?”
“It seems almost too good to be true, but in my case there is no way Steve will agree to it.”
We hit the same impasse every time this conversation came up. Tiffany, one of my oldest friends, was also the manager of a prostitution ring specialising in providing hotwives to those clients with such proclivities.
The girls were drop dead gorgeous, extremely athletic, and most of them were my friends. They’d discreetly revealed to me that Tiffany was a great boss, and the work was enjoyable.
“The clients all pay well, Emma, because I provide the best and cleanest MILF Hotwife pussy. I’ve got to say that you’d be in high demand because none of the other girls come close.”
“It’s a lovely compliment. At least I think it is, Tiff.”
“Can I ask hun. What are you like in the sack?”
“Umm, well, err, fuck, that’s a difficult question. I’ve had no complaints.”
“Will you do other girls?”
“Yes.”
“What about multiple guys at the same time?”
“Yes.”
I blushed, averting my eyes because I’d never fucked around outside marriage and now, I mean right now, my pussy was gushing with a thin rivulet of shame trickling down my right thigh just thinking about it.
“Do you have any toys in the house?”
“What sort of toys, Tiff?”
“Clit and pussy fuck toys, babe. What did you think I meant?”
“Umm, I wasn’t sure. Yeah, I do have toys, but why do you ask?”
“Would you do a private show so I can get a feel for how good a fuck you are? I promise not to touch and I’ll sit discreetly, judging for myself at the end.”
“Fucking hell Tiff. That’s a bit weird don’t you think?”
“You need to decide babe. If you want to do this, I can’t take you on without a credible reference, trial fuck, or some tangible evidence that you aren’t frigid. I have a reputation to maintain.”
“Fucking me too Tiff.”
“Perhaps we should forget about it.”
I thought for a moment having embarked on this journey to raise some extra money to buy my husband an important gift. I wanted the sex too and craved Steve’s permission but was terrified to broach the subject.
“Follow me upstairs but hands off and no recording.”
“Of course.”
Upstairs, I rummaged through my panty drawer, fishing out the multi speed rabbit with clitoral tickler that had become my staple masturbation pal. Tiffany had the most lascivious expression when I presented it for her to see.
“Black and big, that’s promising.”
“I don’t discriminate babe. Any colour is fine by me… well, it, err, used to be before I met my husband, anyway. Oh god, let’s get on with this. I squirt a lot so stay far away.”
I stripped off, feeling a little conscious about being watched. I’d fucked women before and enjoyed it, but nothing organic other than mine or my husband’s fingers, his cock or tongue had passed betwixt my labia since we’d met.
To raise my ass high, I placed two pillows across the center of the bed, then crawled over the duvet, positioning myself on them.
“Can I inspect how well you shave your pussy, please, Em?”
“Umm okay, yeah I guess.”
Tiffany moved close until I felt her hot breath waft across my labia, eliciting more hormonal juicing that my swollen lips could just about hold back.
“That’s the most beautiful cunt on my books babe, and you’re fucking drenched. You also smell like love at first sight. This pussy is going to be popular.”
“I haven’t agreed to anything yet.”
“Okay, let’s see what you’ve got.”
I fucked myself into oblivion, thrashing around the bed to the extent it was wrecked and needed to be remade afterwards. Tiffany was wide eyed watching me and I thought she might need relief herself.
I screamed the place down just thinking of how my best friend may sell my cunt for cash and what that would mean to my marriage. I squirted, soaking my sheets, and I watched my best friend agog when my pussy clenched and unclenched the latex dildo, squeezing it hard as I crashed into a tsunami or orgasmic bliss.
When I descended from climax ridge, Tiffany took my slimy rabbit to the ensuite bathroom to clean it. Through my bedroom mirror I saw her greedily suck my juices off the black, creamy smeared dildo before running it under a tap. I didn’t mind because we were best friends and I had put on quite a show.
When she returned, I was dressed, and we went back downstairs where I made another coffee.
“Will you do it then, Em?”
“Yes, I will.”
“Okay babe. I have a gangbang booking if you’d like to take them on?”
“How many guys, Tiffany?”
“Four.”
“Will you be there?”
“Of course, Em. I’ll be handy with wipes, lube and anything else you need.”
“Lube?”
“Just in case, is all. They always ask ahead and pay more if they want anal and these guys haven’t.”
“Okay, let's do it.”
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[B/S] I want to hook up with my older sister that has a bf. Do you guys think there is a chance?
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I really want to have sex with my older sister. We didn't grow up together so I didn't see know her until a few years ago. She is 25 right now and I'm 18 and lives with her boyfriend. I live alone with my mom. They both work and I'm still in high school. She's hotter than the girls around me and I actually like her a lot more than most other people since we started hanging out more. She has made some physical contact like hugging me and kissing my cheeks.
When we're together, she seems extra nice so she must like me to a certain degree right? I don't know much about her experience with other guys. We sometimes talk about my crushes and what to do but I lied about them and who I really want is her. I don't think she has any idea about what I want to do. I never asked her about sexual things because I am too nervous or worried but I always think about it when we talk or text. She's also been texting me more lately and we talk more openly. She has sent me pictures of different outfits she wears and asks for my opinion. I don't know what that means but is there a way I can somehow convince her to hookup with me?
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Sequestrated [F28/M28] [DubiousCon, Abduction, Slowburn, Anal Play, Domination]
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“So, to confirm, you are asking me to abduct you?”
He spoke slowly and with a slight drawl, his voice was low and velvety. It was barely altered by the terrible quality of her cell phone speaker. Olivia had heard it only once before, when they drunkenly met at some seedy dive bar , months ago.
\-Yes, please. Her voice had cracked with excitement and fear.
He stayed silent as she gripped her phone until her knuckles whitened. She could feel her heart beating in her throat and she had a moment of doubt. What if he thought she was too broken, too fucked up now? Her spiralling thoughts were interrupted by him clearing his throat.
\-That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. I get to do whatever I want to you?
\-Everything except actually getting me pregnant. We can pretend, but you have to wear a condom every single time.
\-Do you want to discuss some safewords or whatever?
\-Red, I guess? But I don’t want to get out of character.
\-I can work with that. So you’ll fly here, you’ll be my free use sex-slave for a week, and then I drop you back at the airport and we most likely never see each other again.
\-Pretty much. She was more relaxed now, hearing the excitement in his voice. His voice, his beautiful voice. She barely knew the guy, but she was so taken by how he spoke that she felt ready to do anything to hear it again.
\-I’ll see you on Thursday, then. I'll be the guy with the duct tape.
Olivia chuckled and hung up the call. This was definitely the craziest, most reckless thing she ever did. He was basically a stranger, and she was an idiot. A horny, manic, stupid idiot. She couldn’t tell anybody, because her friends would never let her do it. And she desperately wanted to do it. They had met because he was visiting her city with some of his college friends. They ran into each other in a bar, right after she had taken a couple of shots. Emboldened by the tequila, she had started to flirt ostensibly with him with every intention of bringing him home. She managed to get his phone number but lost him in the crowd. As it turned out, he had to leave the next day. She was ready to chalk it off to a missed connection when he had messaged her out of the blue, asking her to visit him. He was too hot to pass on, and she had some airline credit to use due to some old cancelled flight. So she agreed.
The rest of her night was spent packing. It was a difficult task: how does one even pack for an abduction? She kept throwing things in and out of her small suitcase, laughing at herself the whole time. The rest of the week flew by with her carefully avoiding her coworkers’ questions on her upcoming “vacation”. She kept her answers vague, telling them she was going to visit friends, then told her friends she was to visit family, and finally told her family she was going on a business trip. If something were to go wrong, she would simply disappear and nobody would be able to find her. She should have cared, but she truthfully didn’t. She didn’t really like her jobs or her friends that much. Her life was pretty unfulfilling. If he ended up being a serial killer, oh well! Nothing she could do about it at this point.
Thursday morning, she showed up at the airport wearing her best jeans and a cute tank top. The fact that she was braless was concealed by her jacket. She made her way through security and grabbed a coffee. Her phone vibrated in her pocket. “are u still coming?”, the text read.
*“Yes”,* she replied
*“perfect. take a cab to the corner of the 4th and colonial. r u wearing something colorful like I asked?*
*“Black jeans, white shirt and bright red jacket”*
*“cool. wouldnt want to abduct the wrong girl lol. if u change ur mind just remove the jacket and i wont b weird ill just pick u up normally.”*
She laughed nervously and put her phone back in her pocket. Boarding was starting. The agent smiled at her as she presented her passport. She made her way to the small Embraer and took her window seat. The plane was almost empty. She took her book out and tried to bury herself in the dark fantasy story with little success.
*“in the plane. taking off soon”*
*“ill b there. waiting 4 you. lurking. lol”*
Olivia managed to nap during most of the four hour flight. When she landed, reality hit her harder than ever before. She was in a strange city, about to be kept captive by some man she met only once before, when she was drunk. She could book a cheap hotel or an Airbnb and ghost him until it was time to go back. She probably should. But she didn’t. She hopped in a cab and instructed the driver to drop her off at the corner of 4th avenue and Colonial street . He raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything.
The street corner was between some forest-y park and a quiet cul-de-sac. Being midday on a weekday, not a soul was to be seen. It was a smart choice, a good place to abduct someone.A few cars were parked on the side of the street, he could be in any of them, or perhaps in none. She crossed the street to get closer to the trees and watched the taxi drive away. Her heart was pounding and she almost ran after him. She turned her back to the road, pretending to fumble in her suitcase and look for something. Birds were singing. It was much warmer than in her hometown and the red jacket was sticking to her skin. She couldn’t remove it. She didn’t want to.
She heard a car slowly pull up behind her and refused to turn her head. The door opened. Two strong hands grabbed her by the neck and dragged her backwards towards the car. She was thrown on the backseat where she instinctively tried to break free. -None of that, babe. The low, threatening voice made all the hair on her body stand. It was him. He tied her hands together with some tie wraps and taped her ankles together. He then pushed her off the seat onto the floor of the car and covered her body with blankets and reusable grocery bags. She couldn't move at all and had no idea where they were going. The car smelled good and the carpets she was laying on were spotless. She smiled, guessing that he probably had the car detailed for that exact purpose. In a way, that was a very gentleman-y thing to do.
The car slowed down and she felt it go up a very slight hill before stopping. The sound of a garage door closing and the car door opening made her understand they were at their destination. He grabbed her by the elbow and covered her face with something soft before gently but firmly grabbing her waist and lifting her above his shoulder. The air was much cooler inside the house. She was aware of being brought up some stairs and into a room. He threw her on what felt like a bed. -What a good looking fuck doll, he whispered while caressing her hip. Now, I’ll untie your ankles. Don’t you dare move, or I’ll cut that pretty throat, do you understand me? She nodded under the shirt that he had tied around her head. -Good. I wouldn’t want to have to seriously mutilate you. The sound of scissors cutting through tape was followed by her sore ankles falling back on the bed. His hands hurried back to her waist as he undid the buttons of her jeans and slid them down her legs in one swift motion. A clicking noise resonated near her foot and she felt the cold weight of metal around her left ankle. The right one was quickly cuffed as well and she instinctively trashed against the restraint, with no success. -Fuck, watching you struggle is even hotter than I thought it would be. I can’t believe you’re crazy enough to be here. He leaned against her and she felt the warmth of his breath on her neck, sending shivers down her spine. I can’t wait to hurt you, he concluded, before handcuffing her to the bed frame.
His weight got off the bed and she heard the door open and close. -Hello? Are you still here? There was no answer. She was alone, immobilized on a strange man’s bed.
Olivia must have dozed off because she woke up feeling very sore and disoriented. She was cold, still tied to the bed, her eyes under a thick blindfold instead of the shirt. She wanted to yawn but soon realized that she was also gagged. She started to move, trying to rub the blindfold off her face. -Finally awake? A muffled sound is all that came out of Olivia. -Good, yes. Now, I want to establish some things with you before we start. First, you belong to me now. His hand brushed against her ass, before giving it a hard smack. She whimpered. Second, I’ll hurt you, but I’ll only hurt you badly if you disobey or disappoint me. Third, if you do exactly what I say, you’ll be rewarded. Am I being perfectly clear? Olivia nodded. -Good girl. She felt some movement in the room. His hands were warming up her cold legs, gently rubbing them. He propped her ass up, folding her legs under her in a doggy position. -This is too easy. I want to have to break you. He violently bit her ass cheek, causing her to scream in her gag, and stuck something cold and hard in her pussy. -You’re so wet, this isn’t even a challenge, he growled as he started fucking her with the foreign object. Olivia moaned, pushing her ass against his hand, trying to get more of whatever was inside her. He pulled it out and shoved it in her ass, making her scream in pain again. -Yes, that’s what I want to hear. The butt plug wasn’t cold enough to cool the burn in her torn ass. She wiggled uncomfortably, trying to relieve the pain. He pushed on it, making it move inside her. She whimpered again. -I know you said you didn’t really do anal. Consider this a little trial run, I’m sure you’ll learn to love it. Oh, and, one last thing. Good luck using your little safeword when you’re gagged, bitch.
He exited the room, letting the reality dawn on her. This wasn’t a game anymore.
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[38F] A girl kissed me! [wow]
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My hubby and I had been invited to a wonderful suberbowl party. It's the event of the year, lots of gambling, food and drink.
We'd been there about 20 minutes when I saw this beautiful woman walk in with our friend Jay. The was about may height around 5'4" with short, 2" heels. She had dark hair and eyes and sexy curves. She wasn't fat or even heavy, just build like a woman. I'd guess she weighed between 135-145 lbs. She had a black wrap around skirt and white blouse with a plunging neckline line. It left VERY little to the imagination. I'd guess she was in her late 20's or early 30's.
Jay saw me and waved. His girlfriends eyes and my eyes instantly locked. It was like I was drawn in. It wasn't just her beauty, but what I felt. I was attracted to her, and that had never happened before.
Jay brought her over and introduced her as Sara. She gave me a quick hug, pressing her breasts against mine. Clearly, she wasn't wearing a bra. Frankly, if I had her build, I wouldn't either. We started chatting it up and left Jay to find some drinks. My husband was with Jay when we returned, and soon, the topic turned to sex.
Sara asked me if I'd ever kissed a girl. Now I have kissed a number of girls but this was not what she was implying. " I said no!" And immediately, she leaned in to give me a peck.
I knew this was no ordinary kiss when I felt her tongue touch mine and then quickly explore my mouth. Her outside hand then subtly brushed across my right breast. She paused ever so slightly across my erect nipple. She knew I was excited.
As quickly as it started it was over. As she pulled away she whispered" I can't wait to fuck you". My heart nearly exploded and I Immediately was smitten.
We exchanged numbers and I look forward to when next we meet. WOW!!!!! I can hardly wait.
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S.O.L. Games Level 3: "Hide & Seek" (teachers and 18yo senior women sex games on remote island replica of their school. kinda 'choose your own adventure') [m18/f18][NC][Voyeur][Exhib]
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**Don't start here! Start at the Prologue! See the "Welcome" post pinned to the top of my profile for the reading order and links.**
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*Teachers and high school seniors enter sex games on a remote island replica of their school. Inspired by the anime "Euphoria", the book "Battle Royal", the show "Squid Games", and more.*
*Voyeur-heavy beginning. Slightly slower chapter.*
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**DISCLAIMERS:**
In this series, I write from the perspective of the VILLAIN. That means I don't agree with his choices, and you're not supposed to either. We're all acknowledging he is evil and wrong. Obviously nothing he does should ever be done in real life! Please be mature adults and separate fantasy from reality. This SHOULD evoke visceral, icky feelings. That's the POINT. This is HORROR.
This is more PORN than PLOT.
All characters are 18+.This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to events, locales, or persons living or dead is purely coincidental.
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**Hide & Seek Part 1/2**
They’ve made me a king. Wreathed me with indulgence in my own personal palace. I have no idea who runs this place or why they brought us all here, but this island is beginning to feel like home. This hotel-like building all to myself, with every comfort I could ever want. A swimming pool, workout equipment, delicious food made fresh each day. And the TV provides endless entertainment.
Early in the morning, I lie on my bed flipping through the channels. Camera angles from inside the replica high school next door. The gymnasium filled with women I’ve known for years. I can watch them in their sleep, and they don’t even know I’m looking! Even if they did, they can’t do anything about it. Ashley, my thin blonde former friend, shifts in her sleep. Such a cute girl, but there are better ones to observe. I pan around, switch to other angles. So many helpless beauties, all snuggled up, trying to sleep despite their hellish captivity. Lori, the lovely redheaded teacher, looks like she’s been up all night crying. I smile and talk out loud to myself, “Don’t worry Mrs. Wilson, I don’t think I’ll pick you today.”
Jesus, the power is going to my head. How long have I been here? I can only remember bits and pieces. I know I’ve done this before, done vile things to some of my classmates and teachers. And it’s… fun. I’ve enjoyed it, even though I know I shouldn't. These are real human beings! I would never dream of doing anything to these ladies in the real world. But here… The rules are different. They can’t stop me. There are no consequences.
Then another sleeping girl catches my eye. Julia Zoheri. A petite little thing with silky straight brunette hair and radiant tan skin. I think her dad is Iranian. Though somewhat fair-skinned for her ethnicity, she’s got a slightly darker complexion than most girls in our school, a creamy olive duskiness. She’s curled up in the fetal position, the shape of her sexy little body clearly defined beneath a thin blanket. She looks cold, and I find myself wishing I could run over there and warm her up. Such a sweet face, natural good-looks, high cheekbones. Her sharp features are a mix of maturity and youthful girliness. I watch her when she least expects it. Without makeup, grumbling in her sleep with her mouth open. She’s so fucking cute, and she has no idea someone is zoomed in on her right now.
I pan back out and watch all the women as they begin to wake from their bunks. They’re kept on a tight schedule. Sleep in the gym, freshen up in the locker rooms, mealtime in the cafeteria. And I have cameras for all of it. There’s nowhere they can hide. Some girls chat and comfort one another. But many stay silent most of the day, too terrified of standing out. They glance up at cameras occasionally, hoping whoever’s watching doesn’t notice them, doesn’t pick them. I love how scared they all look. They have no control over their fates. If I want them, I take them. Any time I want.
I hurry to switch cameras, following Julia as she heads to the locker room. She always looks a bit bitchy, like she’s judging you with those fierce brown eyes and sharp angry eyebrows. She’d always sit in the front of class, always the first to raise her hand, always tattling on her classmates. But I’ve always found her adorable. A cute little teacher’s pet, a perfect straight-A student who looks down on everyone. I’ve always had to sneak glances at her in class, just admire the back of her head as she sits at the front, untouchable. Now I can just grab at my stiffening cock as I lie in my bed, unabashedly watching the live footage of her as she sits down at a toilet! The stalls along the side of the locker room have had all their doors and walls removed. There’s no need for privacy in the School of Lust.
Julia’s nighttime sweatpants slide down her slender legs, followed by her violet panties. She sits down fast and covers herself as best she can, but I catch a glimpse of her little ass and smooth thighs. She nervously glances up at my camera, as if hoping no one is watching her. Little does she know… I chuckle and stroke myself, enjoying her pathetic vulnerable position on the toilet.
Her expression changes, and I can tell she’s started peeing. I can just barely hear the tinkling amid all the murmuring and noise of the other girls throughout the locker room. Unbelievable! I’m watching my classmate go to the bathroom! She discretely wipes herself and flushes, then heads to the showers.
Again, no privacy needed. The showers are in a big open area of the locker room. Julia finds a bench and begins to strip. Like the other women around her, she tries to undress quickly, hunched down, hands trying to hide herself from the looming gaze of the cameras above.
She slips out of her nighttime t-shirt and sweats. No bra! Her long dark hair sways over her back and shoulders, and I get a glimpse of her little bare tits bouncing slightly from her frantic movement. Sweet little dark brown nipples. Breasts pretty small, maybe a half-handful, but substantial enough to make me want to grope them. Julia really is gorgeous! She tries to hide herself from the cameras, but it’s as if her body was made to be enjoyed, almost begging to be viewed and touched. Her subtle glowing tan seems natural all over, no tan lines, nothing pale.
Her sweatpants drop next. Her panties ride up her butt crack a bit, her tanned little cheeks jiggling as she rushes. She’s thin and short, but her body seems so soft and fleshy, as if she doesn’t have much muscle, just feminine and squishy all over. Not the curviest girl, but her ass has enough cushion to make her incredibly enticing. God, I want to feel her!
I remember back in school when I would wonder about this girl. Wonder what she looked like underneath all her prissy, perfectly buttoned dress clothes. Never a hair out of place, not one wrinkle in her clothing. I never imagined I’d ever get to actually see underneath it all!
“Oh shit, look at that…” I mumble to myself, my hand casually stroking my dick as I watch Julia Zoheri drop her panties. Bending down, her butt cheeks splay open, and I get a fleeting look at her dusky-tinted ass crack and the dark brown little button in between. She moves again, so I switch to a better angle and get a nice view of the front. My cock twitches as I see my classmate’s little pussy for a moment! She’s completely smooth down there, and the skin of her pudenda is a bit darker than the rest of her body. A flushed, brownish skin-tone that serves as a fun reminder of how lewd an area this is. An area I’m not supposed to see, an area Julia would never want exposed like this.
The girl showers as quickly as she can, doing the bare minimum of what’s required. She’s not breaking any rules, but there’s no way she’s getting herself as clean as she could. Which makes me wonder what she smells like. What’s her natural scent? She washes her beautiful dark hair, then lathers her young body with sudsy soap. Her dusky skin all shiny and wet. She washes her face, her neck, then down between and around her little tits. She scrubs quickly under her cute little armpits. “Fuck, I wish I could get in there with you,” I whisper to myself as I watch.
Her hands move down to rapidly clean between her legs, then around the back between her cheeks. My mouth salivates as I watch my classmate shower! The prude in the front of class is washing her ass and cunt before my eyes! What would her parents think if they knew their little girl was being forced to do this while being watched by a guy from her class?
And then it’s over as quickly as it began. Julia dries herself and rushes to retain some modesty. She quickly pulls on a fresh new pair of blue panties, hiding herself from the cameras. Then a simple thin bralette, her boobs not exactly big enough to warrant a normal bra. Then a white button-down shirt and uniform skirt. Girls are all instructed to dress and prepare themselves exactly as they would in real life. Which includes cute white blouses and plaid Catholic skirts. Then knee-high white socks, then cute little black flats on her feet. And suddenly I’m staring at the proper little do-gooder I’m used to seeing in the front of class. But the mystery is gone now. I’ve seen everything she hides underneath. And I can’t wait to rip it all off and get her naked again! All that flimsy fabric probably tears apart with ease!
Julia moves to the sinks, pulling out her makeup and beginning to pamper herself exactly how she would in real life. Just like the other girls around her, she looks reluctant, as if worried that making herself look better will increase the chances of being chosen for the next sex game. But whenever a female fails to make herself look like she normally does, she’s punished with the metal shock collar around her neck. I vaguely remember seeing similar punishments before, and I find myself wishing I could see it again. Unfortunately, all the girls behave themselves today. No one gets electrocuted.
Julia is simple and modest, and her natural youthful beauty requires little help. She applies some subtle dark eyeliner, some girly products and sprays I barely understand, pampers herself like a little princess. I love watching girls when they don’t know I’m looking, when they can’t see me back. Even the mundane things like boring makeup and routine hygiene are exciting because of how creepy it is to watch them without consent.
That’s it, I can’t wait any longer. She doesn’t need mealtime. I raise my remote and press “Begin Game”, selecting the unsuspecting girl.
“Attention females. Attention females.” I get a shiver of excitement at the soothing sound of the Announcer’s voice. I don’t know who the woman is, but every time I hear her speak, it means something good is about to happen. Well, good for me at least.
All the teachers and senior girls squeak and mutter in terror. I watch them all line up down the center of the gym. Little Julia’s face not quite scared enough. She has no idea she’s about to be chosen.
To be continued.
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Forever Hung (Part 21) [sci-fi] [slow burn] all characters over 21] [MF MF]
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At Clara’s request, the five of us met for dinner on the back porch. Shrimp linguine alongside fresh, steamed oysters. The Bordeaux was delicious, but the company—only Clara was content. She sucked down oysters and kept trying to make conversation with Madison’s double—who she still thought to be a self-possessed Maddie—about gastropod mollusks. Madison, meanwhile, was busy sneaking furtive glances at Harry, who responded by busily twirling pasta around his fork. I frankly couldn’t look anyone in the eye.
“They’re left by predatory snails,” Clara said. “Isn’t that interesting?”
To which Madison’s double responded with an oddly breathy “incredible,” likely owing to the fact that Madison was too focused on Harry to concentrate on her delivery.
“Harry showed me one,” Clara said cheerfully.
“Yes, dear,” Harry said. He flashed a broad smile at her, but his response had seemed so divorced from the conversation that it clearly struck Clara as the second strange comment in as many minutes.
“Snails!” I shouted, trying to break the ice. But Clara took this as me mocking her topic of conversation, which, I suppose in some way I was.
We all hurried through our meal and left hungry.
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I was pouring a glass of whiskey after a shower when I heard a knock on my door. Clara stood on the other side, wearing the same little black dress she’d worn to dinner.
“Did he fuck one of them?” Clara asked.
“Did you fuck Harry?”
“Of course I fucked Harry, he’s my husband and he looks like a pirate!”
“ ‘Maybe I’m still deciding who will deflower me’ or whatever the fuck you said.”
“Are you in high school?”
“He fucked both of them.”
Clara was so angry at Harry that she slapped me on his behalf.
I kissed her, she wrapped her legs around my waist, and we fucked against the armoire.
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We laid together in my bed. Her head rested in the crook of my arm, a hand on my chest.
“Euglandina rosea,” Clara said. “They hunt by following mucus trails, partly of other species, but also their own species.”
“I see,” I said.
“Predatory, carnivorous, cannabalistic. Snails!”
“I think we may have used one of those to fill the gaps in your DNA.”
She hit my chest. She kissed me. “Stop discussing that. We don’t discuss that.”
I let myself enjoy the feel of her body against mine. A different kind of warmth, lying naked with a woman after sex. The shared secret of our vulnerable forms. Her skin against my skin. A mutual trust, beneath the sheets, in hiding together from the cold of an absent fireplace. I let my palm, my fingers, yield against the curve of her hip. She rested her thigh over mine, my loins, aware of her closeness, intrigued—always intrigued—but unhurried.
“I never let him do that one special thing,” Clara said. We smiled at each as I smoothed her hair.
A door suddenly slammed open. We both jumped, thinking ourselves caught, but quickly realized the door was actually Madison’s. We saw them through the mirror. A naked Harry, rugged as ever, held Madison with her legs around his waist. They kissed wildly, and she lifted herself up and down, riding his cock as he walked. He carried her double over his shoulder, occasionally slapping her ass as she giggled. Standing at the foot of Madison’s bed, he tossed the double onto the mattress; she rolled onto her stomach and back toward the edge of the bed. He wove his arms beneath Madison’s legs and lifted her higher, higher, until her legs draped over his shoulders. She ran her hands through his hair, his head bobbed between her legs, and the double slid forward to pull his cock between her lips.
“Harry,” Clara said softly, more in awe than anger.
He lowered Madison from his shoulders. He placed one arm around her back, the other beneath her knees, and held her sideways across his torso like a rescued damsel. He kissed her like a new bride. He lowered her onto his cock, her toes curling as he pushed between her sealed legs. Her double sat up on her knees. She kissed Harry over Madison, then wrapped her lips around Madison’s nipple.
Clara idly ran a finger along my cock beneath the sheets.
Without pulling out, Harry sat Madison vertically, her back along his torso. He held an arm beneath each of her spread legs. She reached her arm back to hold the back of his head as he began to bounce her slender body. She arched her back, opened her mouth. Her double began to kiss lower, freeing Madison’s breasts to bounce with each thrust. Her double bent to kiss across Madison’s stomach, then held her tongue against her clit as Harry plunged her down and up.
“I could do that to you” I whispered to Clara.
“We’d kill ourselves,” Clara said. She began to stroke me lightly.
I tossed back the covers and sat up. I took Clara’s hand and bid her to do the same. She sat on her knees, eyeing me as I moved around behind her, my erection dragging across her hip. I kissed her shoulders and leaned her forward against my bedpost.
Madison stretched both arms behind her head. She held the back of Harry’s neck, arching her back away from his torso as he bounced her. She moaned as her double licked, as her double reached back to touch between her own legs.
I slipped my cock inside as Clara watched, gripping the bedpost. “We have to be very quiet,” she whispered.
Harry held Madison’s legs together, bouncing her with one arm as he squeezed her breasts with the other. Her double stood, turned Harry and Madison so his back was against the bedpost, and began to fondle his balls.
“She has such a nice body,”Clara whispered as I moved slowly back and forth. “He's so strong.”
Harry set Madison down. He grabbed both girls around the waist and took turns kissing them. Madison’s double took his arms. She stretched them behind his back and tied them to the bedpost with a thong she took from the dresser. He grinned, struggling slightly, the veins in his biceps bulging as Madison and her double dropped to their knees. One sucked the tip, the other licked the shaft. They switched.
Clara held a hand over her mouth as I began to pound against her. Her ass rippled against my pelvis.
Harry kept thrusting his hips outward, desperate for one of them to take him deeper into their mouth, but they continued to tease. Unable to resist any longer, he ripped free of the thong in one go and held the double’s head, pushing slowly between her lips. Madison kissed him, pressing her heaving chest against his as he swayed his hips back and forth.
I spanked Clara. She gasped, then glanced over her shoulder with a finger held to her lips. I spanked her again, harder. I didn’t care if he heard. I didn’t care how much he knew. And as I moved faster, as the sound of Harry’s grunts echoed through the wall, Clara became less concerned about noise, as well. She began to moan, quietly at first, but louder as I began to thrust in long, slow circles. Louder still if she saw something enticing through the mirror. Harry pinning Madison’s double to the mattress, for instance. Madison bending backward, hands on the floor, as Harry’s hair fell over his face. I spanked Clara, she moaned “harder.” I spanked Clara, she moaned “harder.” I spanked Clara, and she braced herself against the post as Harry came down the center of Madison’s back, as Madison’s double came against Madison’s mouth.
Clara threw herself against me, her back against my chest. She ground against my lap, held my hands to her breasts, and screamed into my mouth as we both came. The four of us, secretly, together.
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Eating my partner while she’s being fucked [bi MMF]
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Back quite a few years ago we were on a holiday on the other side of the country.
We were horny one afternoon and decided to fire up the browser and check out our local swingers site and see who was available at short notice.
A guy messaged us fairly early on and said he was free that night to come and look after my Mrs. He looked handsome and I thought that his cock would be nice inside her.
After exchanging phone numbers (back then it was was acceptable!) and then giving him our hotel and address we got ourselves ready.
Just on dusk he calls and says he is out front. I head outside and walk him through - it was a resort with small units and it was fairly hot in my mind walking this guy past the other units and guests, little did they know why he was there!
After some wines and chats about what we are all looking for we decide to start with my partner on her knees while we stood next to her giving us alternate blowjobs while we removed our clothing. I was in heaven as it was one of the first times I saw her with another cock.
After getting fully naked we went off to the bedroom to test a lot of positions. In particular we enjoyed both doing doggy style with my Mrs taking us each for a decent amount of time. Eventually our guest went up to the end of the bed and just stood watching while I had a turn in missionary with my partner.
Something we hadn’t discussed is that I am bi, and I had indulged a few guys previously. While he was standing and watching his cock looked too good to be left out so I moved forward, put my finger over my lips and made a shhh sound before sliding his cock into my mouth. My partner didn’t notice at first but when she did she was a bit surprised but happily took it in her stride and came up to help me for a bit before going down to suck my cock while I continued to give his a good play.
Eventually he withdraws me from his mouth and positions my Mrs back into doggy with me laying underneath in a sixty-nine position. I was in heaven, it was the first time I’d been up close to both pussy and cock at the same time. I watched him just a few centimetres from my face slide into my Mrs pussy. He starts slow before building up some pace, his balls started slapping me across my eyes and nose while I was busily licking her clit. Wow I was so hard!
Eventually this guy who has claimed he was straight decides to withdraw from my Mrs pussy and use my mouth a bit before putting it back inside her. Alternating between pussy and mouth. Again I was amazed at this sight and sound and eagerly helped them both out.
We eventually took a short break to chat about things and rest, have another drink and prepare for another round.
My Mrs lays on her back and I slide back inside her, our guest stands next to her head and starts giving him head. We both get a little rougher and I fuck her hard and he uses her mouth harder. She seems to enjoy this new pace. A bit forceful but still respectful. Then he asked if he can use her pussy again (I remember this as she said it made her feel a bit like a toy for us)
We swap over and then while she is sucking me again I feel my balls start to tighten and I blow my cum all over her boobs. Our guest watches this while still fucking her and then pulls out to jerk his cock and unload over her boobs as well.
After sitting in the afterglow for a while my Mrs hops up and goes to shower, our guest also has a quick one as it’s a couples shower. Once he finishes he puts on his clothes and makes a call to his Flatmate to ask to be picked up - it turns out he had told his Flatmate where he was going haha! No, we didn’t invite the Flatmate in.
After I have my shower we both head to bed and replay the night together before both drifting off to sleep and having a great fuck the next morning!
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[B/S] I (m18) saw my sister (f21) topless and I cannot stop thinking about her tits - (Update - 13)
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She came downstairs to the living room after the shower and couldn’t stop smiling. She was now in her pj trousers and a shirt. I kept looking at her tits and ass whenever I got a chance and kept thinking of our call.
We all spent some time in the living room after dinner watching tv, scrolling through our phones and had a little chit chat. In about an hour, mum left to go to her bed.
She looked at me smiling. ‘’come upstairs in 10 minutes‘’ she said without wasting a minute. Mum hadn’t even made it to her room yet and she got up and went to our room. Hardly five minutes had passed and I got up and walked upstairs.
I entered the room and my sister was lying in her bed under the covers. Her side lamp was on. I walked to her bed and she said, ‘‘take your clothes off’’.
Her command turned me on so much. I took my pjs off and stood in front of her completely naked with my hard cock.
My sister was lying in bed on her side. She lifted the covers with her left arm and said, ‘’come next to me’’. She was completely naked under the covers. Not even panties. I got into bed next to her, we were both facing each other. She put the blanket on top of me and pulled me closer which felt very cozy.
I was going crazy at this point. I placed my arm on her waist. She squeezed her left boob and pointed it towards my mouth. She was offering her boob to me for my mouth in a motherly fashion. I moved myself down a little bringing my mouth to her boobs level and latched my mouth on my big sister’s nipple.
I moved my hand from her waist to her boob and grabbed it as I sucked on her nipple and she let her hand go. My hard cock was resting on her thigh during all this. It felt great to feel her skin with my cock.
She ran her fingers on my arm and moved it down. My cock twitched when I felt a gentle touch of the back of her fingers on my cock as she moved her hand away from me to rub herself. It was the first time I had felt my sister’s hand on my cock. Even though it felt like an accidental touch, it made me suck her tits even harder.
She then lifted her left leg and started to rub herself. I was rolling my tongue on her thick nipple, making it sloppy. I was sucking it so hard. It was almost like I was hoping that if I suck it hard enough a squirt of milk might come out. Obviously it wasn’t gonna happen but sucking her tits had sent me to a different world. Seeing her pussy earlier had made me so fucking horny.
She was rubbing her pussy as I sucked the life out of her nipples. Suddenly, a thought of tasting her crossed my mind and it actually made my cock twitch just thinking about it. She was rubbing herself quite fast by now. She was clearly extremely wet. So I took her hand away from her pussy and moved it up. she looked at me a bit confused but let her hand go free. I brought it close to my mouth and licked her finger. It felt so fucking amazing tasting her like this. I then slid all three fingers inside my mouth and licked them.
‘’Oohhh fuuuckkk,’’ she moaned as I licked her cum off her fingers. It felt like she was melting, the way her chest and legs moved inwards as she took a long breath moaning.
‘’Do you want to cum on my tits,’’ she asked me as she started to rub herself again.
‘’Yes, I do,’’ I said rubbing my cock with an increased pace. She moved her body down and got her face to my belly level. Her boobs were inches away from my cock. We were both lying on our sides facing each other. She was kissing my belly gently as I rubbed my cock.
The tip of my cock was touching her tits as I rubbed it. I couldn’t help myself and I pressed my cock against her tits. My fist holding my cock was pushing against her firm tits. Then I pulled my hand out of the way and just pressed my cock harder in. My cock was now firmly placed on her chest between her boobs and I kept moving my hips back and forth humping her chest. My sister grabbed both her boobs and pressed them together around my cock engulfing it.
I don’t have the words to describe the immense pleasure that I felt having my cock between her tits. I could pass out as I was struggling to breathe with all the horniness.
She had both her hands around her tits pressing them together on my cock and I was holding both her hands controlling the pressure. I was getting so close. I pressed them hard together making it extremely tight for my cock. I tried not to cum as much as I could. Kept going strong one stroke after another. Soon enough I knew it’s my last stroke so I pushed my hips as hard as I could into my sisters boobs. She pushed herself towards me too. After holding my breath for a last few seconds trying not to cum, I let it go and it happened. ‘’Fuuuuuck’’ I moaned as I felt my thick cum shooting between her tits. We were pressing her boobs together hard and it made my cum shoot so fucking hard, long ropes of think cum erupted between her tits. I groaned with my hips pressing firmly into her chest as I came and kept cumming.
Then I dropped back down on the bed trying to catch my breath. My sister moved back too and laid herself on her back. I looked down at her tits which were a complete mess. Her nipples and tits were completely covered with my thick hot cum. Some of the cum was dripping down to her neck. She was ignoring all that mess and kept rubbing herself, both her hands between her legs which were pushing her boobs up.
I started to play with my cum on her tits as she rubbed herself. I was rolling my cum on her nipples and watched her face. Her mouth was slightly open which was telling me she was getting closer and closer. I lifted my cum covered fingers and placed them on her lips and gently rubbed those fingers on them. She licked her lips that very second, increasing the pace of rubbing herself. I lifted some more thick cum off her tits and this time I dropped it in her open mouth. A big drop of thick cum landed on her tongue and slid into her throat. She closed her mouth tasting it and I saw her swallowing her spit. Just then she just exploded. Her whole body was twitching. I could hear the wetness in her pussy. She turned towards me and pressed her face into my belly. ‘’ahhh ahhhh ahhhhhh’’ I heard she came. I wrapped my hands around her head and my leg around her waist as she came so fucking hard. I held her down to try to keep her body close which was shaking non stop. My cock, thighs and her tits were all covered with my cum as we hugged together with her face buried in my belly. We had made a complete mess but we were both just lying there enjoying the post orgasmic bliss.
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Things you never want to hear after sex "I think you are my dad"
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I had a morning ritual well I had 2, one was to wake up and take care of my morning wood and the second was to go to my favorite coffee shop and sit and watch the world go by for an hour. I sat in the same place everyday. One day out of the blue a young woman came over and asked if she could share my table, there were lots of empty seats but after looking up and seeing her I figured it would be a shame to turn her away. Natural Blonde, a little chubby pretty face, and a soft accent in her voice. I said sure and she sat. We chatted about nothing really but for a month or so she became part of my morning routine, we would meet everyday and we were becoming closer. We were both flirting with each other, it was really pathetic. One day out of the blue, she just said "You are single, I am single and I think you find me attractive and I like older men" she stopped in mid sentence. As some people will know I am a little slow on the uptake which pissed her off so she just leaned across the table and kissed me. I grabbed her hand and we left the coffee shop.
During our conversations I learned that she came from Narvik in Norway and she had learned I had been in the Navy. She also learned I have been to Narvik several times.
We entered my house, and I walked through to the kitchen asking her if she fancied coffee. Her reply stopped me in my tracks "No I just want to fuck" I turned to look at her, already her top was off and her skirt around her ankles and she was standing there in the smallest piece of material covering her pussy. Now I maybe slow some times but I instantly know when a woman strips off within a couple of minutes of entering your house then she wants it there and then. I rushed back over to her grabbed her and carried her to the bedroom, she was in a rush to get my clothes off, she was scary in the aggressive way she went for it. We locked lips as my jeans fell to the floor and she lowered herself grabbed the waistband of my boxers and pulled them down, my cock almost blinding her as it hit her in the face, there was no soft kisses or licks she just took my full length in her mouth and began to suck me like and angry sex crazed animal. Damn she was good though, I found myself having to hold on to the end of the bed as she expertly suck the life out of me, I came so quickly and apologized. "Not a problem you will last longer when you are inside me." she said. I ripped the material off and threw her on the bed, and buried my head between her legs. In my bedroom were pictures of the ships I had served on. As I went to work on the sweetest tasting pussy she suddenly said "Wait, wait, were you on that ship (Not naming the ship) when you went to Narvik" I looked where she was pointing and said I was. She gave me the most amazing smile. I went back to the task in hand, she got moist but not as wet as some women, but the taste and smell of her pussy began to take effect on my cock and soon it was hard again. As soon as I was I pushed into her, unusually she had her first orgasm when the head of my cock went inside her. Once I started fucking her she was wild, screaming things in Norwegian that I didn't understand but it heightened the sex, making me fuck her harder. I felt her nails in my back, I lowered my hands and grabbed her two firm butt cheeks and pulled her tighter to me. Her language went from Norwegian to English and she was right I was going to last longer. For the first time in a long time my orgasm was perfectly timed, we hit the hot spot together, and as she bucked under me she ordered me not to stop, sweat was pouring from me but this woman was keeping me going.
I flipped over pulling her on top of me she rode me hard, I was feeling really proud of myself for staying hard even prouder when I felt myself almost to the point of cumming again, I grabbed her hips and pulled her down tight as I fired a second load into her, she carried on riding until she came, and when she did she came really hard screaming at the top of her lungs. She rolled off me straight away, I thought we would have had a cooling down period but instead she got up walked back to where her clothes were and got dressed. "I'll have that coffee now" I got up off the bed not bothering to dress.
As we sat at the table she looked at me and said that her dad was on the ship she had pointed out. I asked her if she knew his name, when she said John a cold sweat went through me. "I think you are my dad" I sprayed a mouthful of coffee all over the table. "My mum said my dad was called John, he was slim with blue eyes and was on that ship so I think you are him" I looked at her not knowing what to say. I asked her when she was born and she told me and sure enough I was on the ship at that time. I asked her if the guy had told her mum his nickname or anything else. She said no. I asked her why when she thought I might be her dad did she carry on. "Because I wasn't sure and I had you in my mouth so I thought I would wait until we had finished, Daddy" I was shaking I had my head in my hands.
She then got up to leave, "See you in the cafe tomorrow, don't be late". I didn't sleep that night at all.
I got to the cafe in the morning she was already sat at the table and had got the coffees. We talked as we always had. Eventually she said she wanted us to do what we did the day before again. I told her I couldn't all things considered. She started to laugh in fact she was in hysterics, "You are so easy, I just picked that ship out and it was a lucky guess, my dad is Norwegian, so we can do what we did yesterday, I think you are going to have to punish me............................. Daddy"
Punish her I did, for a whole day and night but she was so much fun, and everytime she called me daddy I spanked her. I always smile when I think of her, and I wonder if she has done the same to anyone else.
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I [33M] railed my ex [33F] really hard this weekend
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Recently, I [posted](https://www.reddit.com/r/sexstories/comments/10qp7p5/she_abused_me_and_i_used_her/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3) about how my ex had used me and then dumped me with some real life hard consequences.
Call it my stupidity or my Stockholm syndrome, things happened between us again and I wanted to just blurt them out here. Read below.
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I and my slutty ex have been separated for 3 years, and we are not on speaking terms after she falsely accused me of things I didn't do. Last month, we met in the court and she fought me in the court as well. When she came out, she treated me very nicely and whispered that she wants to get back with me. I was taken aback, but I told her to prove it to me.
As fucked up as it sounds, she asked me where I was staying ( I travel to her city for the court case) and she showed up next day in my hotel lobby and asked for me. I came down and she simply walked into the hotel room with me. She was looking hot as hell. Immediately, she pushed me on to the bed, took down my underwear and pajamas and started sucking me off. We have a history of dirty, freaky and kinky sex which explores boundaries of legality and she worked up all my desires from the past 3 years. I got so hard and hot because of anger, unresolved issues, desire to punish her for making my life hell and because I still love her, that I went to pound town with her. She showed up again next night. Between the two nights, we did unprotected sex six times and i came inside her every time.
I took a Monday off from work. I asked her to stay the whole day and the whole night. I sucked her tits and smooched her all day. Put a leash on her and made her walk around like a bitch in the room. Fed her food and drinks only after cumming on them. Then I took her to the bathroom and pissed on her.
We took a bath together. Evening we went out for a dinner at a lovely place. I whispered into her ears all that i planned to do in the night.
Night came, I walked her back to the room. As soon as she got inside, I grabbed her lovely dress and tore it apart. I tied her to the room sofa with the belt of the dress and took the other pieces to choke her around her neck. I fucked her mouth like a rabid dog. She fingered me and I shot a huge load down her throat. Then we went to the bed, i slapped her, choked her, spat and verbally abused her while ravaging her with my hard on. We started with missionary, then did doggy in which I went in so deep in her that she yelled for her life. Then she ate my ass. Then, I stuffed her panties in her mouth and let her ride me while I fingered her bum. I slapped her tits and her ass till they were red and sore. Then she rode me reverse cowgirl. In the last two rounds before the morning, I put her up on a counter and railed her with her legs on my shoulder and my hands around her neck choking her and slapping her till she begged me for my cum. Each time I shot a load at a new place, first on her face, then her lips and throat, then her tits and then her ass and her back. The last two times I came straight inside her and never used any protection.
After a pounding of seven or eight punishing rounds through the night, I gave her a shower. She confessed that she loved me and only left me in a temporary fit of rage. She said she won't do anything to help me though she wants me to continue railing her on every court date like this.
I know this is not smart, but I am too mad thinking with my dick to say no to this. I think we are both going to destroy each other, but so long as I get her mad pussy, I think I could take myself through the seven rungs of hell, if she wanted.
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[MF] I hooked up with a curvy Redditor in a London park and we made each other cum in public
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This is a story from just after lockdown in London. I had a different Reddit account at the time and had been messaging a girl called Charlotte.
She was petite but curvy, 5’2 and red hair. I was recently single and posted on RAOMD and she’d got in touch with me. We had a good connection and the sexting was amazing so decided to meet up.
Bars weren’t open at this point, but it was spring and unseasonably warm so we decided to get a bottle of wine and go for a drink in Victoria park.
She was wearing a cute summer dress that hugged her amazing curves and looked angelic. I have such a soft spot for ginger girls and she was exactly my type, with green eyes and lots of freckles that came out more in the sun.
We found a nice spot and cracked upon the bottle of wine. Thankfully there was no nervousness between us. I find it fun to meet someone after already seeing each naked and sexting a lot. It takes away some of the nerves when you know exactly what to expect.
Neither of us had met anyone in a while because of lockdown, so we both had a lot of built up tension and there was a flirty energy immediately in the conversation. Within fifteen minutes I’d asked her if it was okay to kiss her and within half an hour she was sat on my lap as we made out.
I was growing hard and she started grinding gently against me over my jeans. I moved my mouth to her neck and started to kiss and bite, glancing around the park to see if any one was watching.
“Can I feel how wet you are?” I whispered in her ear when I knew the coast was clear. “Mmm”, she nodded, biting her lip.
I quickly slipped my hand beneath her dress and stroked her over the lacy fabric of her underwear, before moving them to the side and sliding my fingers inside her.
I curved them upwards to brush her g spot and stroked slowly, getting as deep as possible as she covered my fingers. She gripped me tightly and stifled a moan as she quivered in my arms.
“Do you want to cum already?” I whispered as I stroked a little faster.
“Mmmm,” she nodded again.
“Cum for me Charlotte,” I whispered as I bit her neck and placed my thumb on her clit. She shook in my arms and bit my shoulder as I felt her cum all over my fingers.
When she’d stopped shaking I slipped my fingers out and sucked them dry before kissing her so she could taste herself off my lips.
She started tracing the outline of my cock with her hands and whispered in my ear, “I want to see it.”
Behind the pagoda in Victoria Park there’s a quieter area that’s pretty secluded, so I quickly grabbed her hand and led her there, hoping no one saw me.
She dropped to her knees as soon as we were on our own and hungrily undid my belt. As soon as my cock bounced free she took it deep in her mouth and I bit my lip and moaned as I looked down at her.
I was so turned on from the whole thing and this being the first new fuck in a while, it didn’t take her long to get me close. I grabbed a fistful of her pretty ginger hair and moaned as I came deep into the back of her throat. It can only have been an hour from our first saying hello in real life to her swallowing my cum.
We fucked a few more times after that, and thankfully could go to actual bars and do it in our beds aha but it’s always a fun memory whenever I go to Victoria Park.
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When I Was 30, I Was Seduced By A 50 Year Old Woman – Part 2 - [M 30] [F's 50's] [F 22] [Boy-toy] [Sex]
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Once a month when possible, my seductress would take me to a popular hot springs nudist resort, which was secluded in the woods about an hour's drive away. We would relax in the thermal baths and sauna and, after having become very aroused and stimulated by naked bodies of all shapes and sizes, we would retire to our room in the afternoon for much intense and satisfying carnal activity. Occasionally, she would see one of her girlfriends there and invite her to join us, which definitely boosted the level of passion and pleasure for everyone, as we all played together, and, as I came to discover, thanks to my seductress, mature women are Super Hot and appreciative, and they take very good care of their boy-toy in return. I found out later that bumping in to her girlfriend there was prearranged, no complaint from me. My seductress had a 22 year old daughter whom I seldom saw because the couple of times a week that we got together was in the afternoon and her daughter wasn't home. The few times she was home and answered the door, she would give me very unfriendly vibes and would never speak to me. One afternoon when my seductress and I were on her bed chatting, she told me that her daughter was jealous of me, which surprised me, and I told her that I just thought that she didn't like me because of our relationship. She said, “no, she is just jealous.Would you like to become friends with her?” I said that I would. She got up and left the room for about 10 minutes. When she returned, her daughter was with her wearing a transparent, pink Baby Doll negligee, and her mother introduced us. The daughter was nervous, but she said hi, and her negative vibes were gone. She was an adorable girl with a lovely body and looked very sexy. Her mother tenderly undressed her daughter, brought her to the bed and had her lay down between us. She laid on her side facing me and hungrily looked into my eyes. I caressed her hair and down her back, pulled her to me and softly kissed and caressed her until she relaxed. Her sighs and moans were so sweet. Her breasts were very cute and I could feel her hard nipples against my chest. As I started working my way down her body with my lips and tongue, her mother straddled her and placed her daughter's head upon her lap. I spread her legs and gave her inner thighs butterfly kisses, moving ever closer to her over-flowing honeypot. I kissed her lips and deeply lapped her sweet honey. Her moans were endless, and she was in that zone of sensual bliss, as I easily satisfied her several times. Like mother, like daughter, she had her mother's highly sexed libido. Her mother said to me, “ She is a virgin....Take her now.” I said to her daughter, “Is that what you want?” And she answered, “Yesss...please!” I raised her legs, resting them against my shoulders, and proceeded to enter her, gently but firmly pushing my way in. She was hyper-ventilating, and as I broke through, she let out a loud, long, scream that came from deep within. Her scream became loud, long moans of heavenly pleasure that soon became extremely intense squirting orgasms, one after another until she was exhausted. My motto has always been: “Once Is Never Enough!” We let her rest for a few minutes, and she just laid still with her eyes tightly closed and a angelic smile on her face, as she savored the feeling of warm endorphins racing around her body and brain. Her mother and I held her and caressed her for quite a while until she was back to 'normal.' It was a memorable, bonding experience for the three of us. Her mother told me later that her daughter had been very frustrated and had begged her to share me with her. I usually had sessions with my seductress twice a week, and she would allow her daughter to join us once a week, which made her a very happy, more self-assured young lady. After our very fun, messy sessions together, the three of us would get into the shower and wash each other with a few begged for deep, doggie strokes and shower orgasms, as the hot water rained down upon us, a fun way to end our day happily. If you have any comments, questions or are a woman in need, DM me. I would love to hear from you............ Please let me know if you might want Part 3.
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Guiding Principle 1/30 [F29/F24] [erotic massage] [sci-fi] [Star trek fan fiction]
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1.
“Captain's Log, Stardate 87429.2. The USS Horizon is en route to a distant part of the galaxy outside of Federation space on a mission of medical mercy. Several weeks ago the Federation received a distress signal from a newly discovered planet in a remote region of space far beyond where we have previously explored. A viral outbreak has devastated the population of an entire empire. Our mission is to provide aid and support to the affected populations and help contain the spread of the virus.”
The Horizon fell out of warp as it entered the Tribus system. As it approached the planet, medical teams onboard Starfleet’s flag medical starship prepared to deploy to the surface. Tribus one is an M class planet but its atmosphere is extremely hazardous. The crew will need to use bio suits and shielding to protect themselves and their equipment.
Captain Danny Bishop on the other hand has a much different mission. This is not only a medical mission, but it’s a first contact as well. The Federation has not yet made successful contact with anyone in this sector and this could be the foothold that the Federation has been waiting for. Captain Bishop has every confidence in his crew and their ability to carry out this mission with professionalism and compassion. He only hopes the Federation’s confidence in him is as strongly justified. This would be the Captain’s first, first contact mission.
Dr Moon, inside the main cargo bay surveyed a variety of medical supplies and equipment to be brought down to the surface. This included a prototype vaccine that she hoped would prove effective in combating the virus.
As the Horizon approached the planet, it slowly appeared onto the viewscreen. The planet was covered in a thick, green haze, and the terrain appeared rugged and inhospitable. In the cargo bay, the medical teams began their preparations, donning protective gear and packing their supplies as they waited for the orders from the bridge.
"Captain, we're ready to deploy," said the chief medical officer, Dr. Moon. "All teams are standing by."
"Very well," said Bishop. "Stand by to begin transport."
The Captain stood up from his seat on the bridge and pulled on his uniform ensuring every wrinkle was no longer visible. He looked over at his first officer, a Bolian named Tyna Narr. She gave her captain a slight nod and he turned back to face the view screen.
“Open a channel,” said the Captain.
“Channel open,” said Raul Carey, the ship’s tactical officer.
“This is Captain Danny Bishop of the USS Horizon,” he said. “We’ve traveled for months to reach you on behalf of the United Federation of Planets in response to your distress signal. We come on a mission of peace, friendship, and of new beginnings.”
Silence. There was no response. No acknowledgement. After a moment the Captain turned to face his tactical officer.
“Confirm that they are receiving us.” he said.
Carey checked his systems, “Confirmed captain. They’re receiving us alright.”
“Life signs?”
The Bajoran lieutenant at Ops, Chaar Naiel taped at her consol before responding.
“Six point nine billion humanoids on the planet. No apparent signs of distress.”
“Hail the Tribusian prime minister’s office,” said the Captain.
“No response Captain.”
“I suppose…” The captain threw up his hands in exasperation and again turned to his crew. “...we wait.”
2.
In her crew quarters, ensign Tamika Terrell loomed over the bed where her partner Rachel Angela laid with her face in a pillow, her body completely exposed to the warm starship air. It was their fifth anniversary and Tamika had waited all day to set in motion the plans she had been making for over a month. Rachel loved massages and Tamika had grown to be very good at giving them. She had been practicing in the holodeck since they found out the ship was going to be on extended duty away from Federation space. This meant duty would be light and there would be lots of time off until the work began.
Tamika picked up the massage oil. The long and thin glass bottle was warm in her hands and the contents inside were warmer still as she poured some onto her hands.
"I've been practicing,” she said with a seductive tone, allowing the oil to fall onto Angela’s lower back. She then lowered her hands to work the oil around in small circular motions.
Rachel let out a low moan as she felt the slick heat of her lover’s hands. She couldn’t help but gently push herself against Tamika’s oiled palms as soon as she felt them. Tamika smiled with confidence. She loved massaging Angela. It allowed her to just admire her body. It was porcelain pale with red freckles all over. She was rail thin with almost no hips but her butt lifted like two mounds of shapely snow. Her body was toned and strong. Her muscular shoulders were exposed now with an inviting oily sheen from the substance in the bottle. Usually they were hidden by Angela’s fiery red hair that hung in soft curls.
As Tamika worked, Angela reached out with her free arm and caressed her partner’s leg slightly. This made Tamika smile more as she worked her way over Angela’s ass and down to her thighs. She added more oil and then kneaded her supple skin like balls of dough. Angela parted her thighs slightly as she did this. Parting them more and more every time Tamika’s fingers slid close to her pussy. But Tamika never came close enough to touch her there. Soon she was working Angela’s calves and feet then working her way back up, past her ass and up to her shoulders, arms and then hands. Once every inch of her had received a thin layer of heated coconut oil, she went back to her lover's feet. Worked slowly until she was massaging Angela’s thighs.
She kneaded her body, slowly and methodically. By now Angela’s thighs were spread generously and Tamika had a perfect view in the dim ambient light. She worked higher and higher until her fingers just barely grazed her pussy then moved back down. She worked the opposite thigh and just as her fingers found purchase against her warm, wet folds, she retreated. Eventually she was working the upper thigh constantly touching and teasing her then moving away. Tamika never let her hands leave Angela. She always wanted her to know where they were and what direction they were headed. After long and delightfully frustrating grazes, Tamika dragged a single finger over the seam of her lover’s pussy lips. The finger was drenched in oil and never passed through the parted crease. Just gently caressed the line of flesh.
Tamika lowered her plump sexy lips to Angela’s ear and whispered,” flip over.
Angela did and smiled at Tamika who’s eyes were distracted by the young science officer's almost flat but perky breasts. Tamika caught her eye and smiled back to pour more lotion onto her strong dark hands.
“You know,” said Angela, “you haven’t kissed me once this whole time.”
“Not yet,” said Tamika. “We’ve got all night and I’m just–”
The entire ship rocked hard and the red alert indicator lights came on.
Over the intercom, the first officer’s voice boomed, ”red alert!”
They looked at each other then out the window at the planet outside. Duty came first–Always.
3.
The Captain, along with his first officer, waited in the transporter room for their guests to send the signal that they were ready for transport. All that the Captain could think was that he had wished they had sent someone else. He had never been part of a first contact. Nor had he ever wanted to be. He wasn't even sure what a bad first contact would be like but he was certain this had to be not just bad, but among the worst.
The transport officer looked at the Captain with a question sitting in his chest that he had been trying to find the right time to ask, and that time just never seemed to come. So he just let it fall out.
“I beg your pardon Captain,” he said. “Did I hear right? That the Tribusian delegation will be–that they’ll be–well–”
“Naked,” said Tyna Narr. “It’s not a completely uncommon trait. The female ferengi of ferenginar for example don’t wear clothing at all.
“But you don’t see a lot of them off planet now do you?” said the transporter.
“Does it make you uncomfortable?” asked the Captain.
“A little,” said the transport officer.
“Good,” he said, then turned to his first officer. “Then I won’t be the only one.”
She met the comment with an uncommon smile.
A chime came from the transport console.
“They’re ready sir.”
“Then by all means,” said the Captain. “Energize.”
The transporter pad came alive and three figures materialized. A brunette woman in the lead position, and two men flanking her. The Tribusians’ skin was a pale shade of green, smooth and glossy, with no visible pores or blemishes. The female’s face is striking, with high cheekbones, a small nose, and full dark lips. Her chest is flat, with no visible breasts, and her hips were wide and full with a tapered waist that had no belly button. Her dainty feet sat below long, shapely legs. The men are similarly nippleless, but they have penises which are small and retracted above large testicals.
The Captain takes a deep breath and steps forward. "Thank you for coming, Minister, and on behalf of the United Federation of Planets, welcome aboard the USS Horizon. My name is Captain Danny Bishop of Earth, and this is my first officer Tyna Narr of Bolarus IX.”
“Thank you Captain. Before I allow you to take me to your meeting room I wish to first apologize for the actions of my compatriots. Their choices, though brave and patriotic, were misguided. The attack upon your vessel was simply a case of misunderstanding. I hope you can understand.”
“Misunderstands can happen during a first meeting,” said the Captain. “That is why cooler heads must prevail.”
“Cooler heads?” asked the prime minister.
“Oh–um. It’s an expression from my planet. It means those of calm temperament.”
“I see. Cooler heads. That might explain the undignified temperature aboard your ship. Perhaps before you leave, you’ll find that warmer heads also have their advantages.”
“Leave?” asked the first officer.
“Yes, leave. That is why we are here. To reject your generous offer of assistance."
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My parents have no idea I’m fucking my best friend{ff} pt2-pool
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Immediately jolted from our daze, Jess gets interjected into the conversation. Panicked, her voice comes out a little shaky. She responds. My hand stays. Her grip on my leg gets tighter as she has to hold it together. She’s mid conversation as my finger flicks at her soaked pussy. She’s doing good. I press harder, teasing the opening of her pussy. Her jaw twitches but she covers it with a small cough. God damn she is so fucking wet, my fingers are sliding over her.
The conversation switches and we are back to being in our own world. I hear her sigh of relief. She barely is able to relax before I slip the tip of my finger inside of her. She squirms. Holding in the small moan that would’ve typically escaped her. I couldn’t help it, her pussy is begging for me. I move it back and forth slowly. I curve my finger slightly and can feel the roughness of her gspot. I play with it while I’m inside her. Watch her bite her lip and try to be ok. I can see her wanting me more with every single stroke of my mere finger tip. Just feeling her tightness around my finger and the wetness of her pussy makes me feral. And it’s just my finger tip.
Our waiter comes, holding food on the trays. I remove my hand and pretend nothing happened as we continue our dinner. That was just a trailer.
After dinner, it’s just a normal night. We explore a little and return back to the room later to get to bed. It’s pretty late and my parents are ready for bed. We decide we want to go to the pool. We get our swimsuits on quickly. We have a full length mirror in our room. both of us are in our swimsuits getting ready to leave, but she’s admiring herself in the mirror. I come up behind her, eyes locked on hers in the mirror. My hands go to her waist and feel up her perfect tits and feel every curve on her stunning body. I brush her hair to the side. I’m about 5 inches taller than her so perfect height to rest my chin on her shoulder. I smile at her in the mirror, her eyes going back and forth between mine and my hands on her body.
“You’re so gorgeous Jess, I love you so much”
I whisper under my breath. I meet her bare shoulders with my lips as I kiss on her exposed skin. Moving from her shoulder to her neck. I bite her ear and tug on her earring as I press my hips into her ass. I feel her push her ass back into me as she watches me in the mirror. I makeout with her neck, sure to suck hard enough for her to know but not hard enough to leave a hickey. She turns her head, jealous her neck is getting all the attention. Our lips lock slowly. Innocent at first but addicting. Her damp lips increasingly pressing harder into mine. Her hands start to grab my body harder. She twists to allow us to be face to face. My hand comes to up her throat. I hold her firmly and kiss her hard. Our tongues gliding across each others lips. The breathing starts to get heavier too. It feels so good, neither of us want to stop. Her lips feel so good on mine. Her hands feel like heaven on my skin. I want to lay her down right now. Her eyes are begging for me, begging for my pussy.
A knock at the door, we both jump, jolted from our moment. It’s my mom,
“If you guys are going to the pool go now! I don’t want you to be out there too late!”
I scoff and tell her we are going. We get out shoes on and head out the door.
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[CM/CF] I got a blow job from my cousin who lived with me for months. *Part 3* Sex
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So im back. Figured i would post about how things kept escalating with my cousin. At this point its been about 3 months.
3 months of getting sucked off by my cousin, i was having so much fun i didn't mind that i was single, as far as i was concerned i had my cousin. I still kept picking her up after work and the blowjobs continued, except on times when she worked day shift, or my little cousin came along to pick her up or when she was having bad days.
So 3 months of getting blowjobs, she must of swallowed at least a full gallon of my cum. I've gotten to see and touch her tits, fingered her a couple of times, dry humped her in the kitchen while my little cousin would take the trash out. My dick has never seen so much action. Sometimes i would get a bj from here at night and finger her in the morning from behind as she stood against the kitchen table as my little cousin slept in.
I really can't stress this enough the amount of cum that either went inside my cousin's mouth or her face is insane.
So here we are. We are getting to the point where i would greet her in my car with my dick already out and hard. Sometimes we wouldn't even talk to each other until after I've came in her mouth. The best part was like we were super cool with each other, if she wasn't my cousin i would be trying to propose to her but hey that's life.
So, about a month and half later my little cousin is out and about doing God knows what. Since we both knew my cousin was not home and would probs be back like in 1 hour, she would walk around with some booty shorts and her spaghetti strap t shirt with no bra. We have been in this scenario before and after dry humping for a bit it would always end with us using our hands to make ourselves cum or she giving me blow jobs and me fingering after.
In this occasion i knew my cousin was super horny, she had texted me if i wanted to watch a movie. It was like 2pm so there was alot of light in the living room but who cares, we were home alone. So, i come outta my room, and see my cousin on our love seat, she's got her lil blanket over her legs, her tits popping out.
Since there was more light than normal i could see her veins on her tits cast a small shadow. She had some light green veins on the top part of her tits that went down to the side of it. I loved them. Anyways i know what your thinking, we fucked on the sofa. But oddly enough no.
She gets up to check on some laundry she had in the dryer and saw she had a few minutes left on the cycle, so she decided to stand in front of our kitchen island and watch the movie waiting out the final few minutes.
I get up for some water and we weren't in "horny mode" yet but as i got my cup of water i took a glimpse of her white legs. What can i say it made me horny. When I was done with my cup of water I walk up behind her and give her a hug. I kiss her on the neck as my hands reach around her and grab on to her tits.
My cousin pushes her ass out slightly and grinds it slowly against my dick. I hold her by the neck and bring her face to mine and give her a kiss, while having one of my hands still firmly held on to her tit. It's the small things that count folks, on her own, she lifts her shirt up over her tits and gives me a good view and good access to her nipples. So, the fondling from behind continues for a few minutes. By now I'm at full mast. My cousin the pushes me back slightly using her ass and bends over the island.
It was a beautiful sight folks. Even tho she was wearing those shorts i could see a trace outline of her fine round ass. It wasn't huge or anything but nice and round. I place my hands on her hips and trust her into me. My cock is dying to get out of my shorts. I'm holding on to her hips as use them to guide her ass against my lap. Her head is pretty much on the countertop and her hands are spread out; ass firmly pointed at me.
Folks i couldn't take it anymore, i didn't want to bust a nut inside my shorts. With my hands on her hips i slide them under her waist band and slowly slide them down *slightly*. She stopped moving as if she was nervous about what i was doing. I was able to get her shorts down enough to where i could see her ass crack. After a few seconds of waiting to see if she objected, i kept sliding her shorts down. Once the waistband got past down her thighs, they just slide right off and landed on the floor.
Here i am, with my cousin bent over in the kitchen, with no shorts on her shirt lifted over her tits. I could see her sweet little pink pussy. It looked so fluffy and shiny, my cousin was wet. I press up behind her and lean down to her ear and tell her that im also going to take my shorts off as well. All that came out of my cousin's mouth was "ok". I knew my cousin was nervous. She turned her head to her side and looked at me as i took off my shorts.
I get back right up against her and slide my hand down her pussy, smearing her pussy with her own juices. So far she hasnt objected at all. I decide its time.
I grab my dick and aim it at her pussy and slowly side it in. My cousin doesnt moan, she grunts softly. I know she has never had anything as thick as a dick in side her pussy before. But she is taking it like a champ. Im really taking this in, im sliding it in halfway, then sliding it out and each time i slide it back in i would go slightly deeper. Each time it went back inside her, she would let off a soft grunt. My cousin still has her head sideways on the countertop, looking at me.
Her pussy felt so tight and warm. It honestly felt like it was hugging my dick. My hands were still on her hips, im looking down enjoying the sight, seeing my dick disappear into her pink pussy over and over again. I decide it was time to give it all to her. I slide back out slightly and gave her a good thrust. My entire dick was inside her and when i did this, i could see her face, she has this expression as if she was surprised. This time she let out a nice loud grunt.
At this point i just went into auto pilot mode. With my hands on her hips i pull her into my dick and start thrusting into her. Her pussy has become my sex toy and im going to use it. My cousins' grunts turned into moans. We are both breathing hard. I pretty much have her pinned against the island, she lifts herself up while im still fucking her from behind and this allows me to reach around and grab her big fat titty.
So here i am, fucking my cousin from behind as she leaned over the kitchen island while i hold on to her tits for dear life. I honestly could of died right then and there and been fine. Who wouldnt want to die fucking a tight puffy pussy while holding on to some nice tits? Well there was no way i was going to last forever here folks lets be real. After 2 minutes max i can feel im about to bust but lucky so is she, she's breathing hard and fast and has her eyes closed. Right as im about to bust i give her one last good hard thrust and nut inside her. I got a death grip on her tit i can feel my dick pumping cum inside her. She starts to cum now so i start thrusting into her again and shortly after she cums on my dick as well. We stand there out of breath, my dick still inside her. I turn her face around again and give her a big kiss as im fondling her tits.
After a few seconds i pull my dick out and its just soaked, her pussy is already leaking my cum, i know i filled her out.
Once again folks if my cousin wasn't my cousin i would of married her a long time ago. As im standing there just taking it all in, my cousin kneels down and begins sucking on the head of my dick. She legit cleaning me off with her mouth, she is using her mouth as a cum rag after i just got done fucking her.
TBH i feel in love with her, i knew she was doing this because she wanted to, but to me this felt like straight affection. She was willing to let me fuck her, then she was willing to clean me up with her tongue. I rest my hand on her head gently as she slowly sucking on the head. I move her bangs up and outta the way as she looks up at me with my dick in her mouth.
She was only sucking my dick for like 2 minutes, but she sucked whatever cum i had left in me out. She then stands up and asks for a paper towel and goes to the restroom and clean herself up. Here i am in the kitchen, with my dick going soft after fucking my cousin from behind. BEST DAY EVER. After this we went back to the sofa and we cuddled. Every so often she would lean in and kiss me. I honestly felt that my cousin also had a crush on me too. I didnt plan on getting emotionally involved but i felt nice. This was the first time i fucked my cousin, Not the last.
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Alice's Wonderland: Chapter 2: On Display [F/M 20s, femdom]
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I still couldn't believe it. I had gone out to buy a chastity cage with the thought of very gradually building up my caged time. And not only did I let myself get tricked into putting on a cage that is too small to be comfortable, but I also ended up completely keyless! I barely managed to sleep at all that night. The cage kept feeling so constricting that the slightest movement felt uncomfortable and it either kept me from falling asleep, or it would wake me back up if I moved in my sleep. If I ever wanted to get my chastity keys, I had no choice but to go back to Alice and abide by her 'training'...
It was a few minutes before 10 AM. I was standing outside of Wonderland, the sex store Alice worked at. The name would've made it seem like it was a generic toy store, which is probably why the 'Wo' in Wonderland was designed to look like one open and one closed handcuff linked together. The storefront didn't help either, as the window display was filled with, what looked like, life-sized dolls. They were sex dolls specifically designed to look realistically like humans, apart from their outfits. Their outfits consisted of a variety of fetish styles. There was age play with diapers, your typical scantily clad sexy schoolgirl, some leather/biker outfit, and a minimalistic lingerie outfit. All dolls were contained in huge doll boxes. The boxes described how all limbs were movable, meaning you could dress up the dolls in any style you'd like, as long as you had the outfit.
Alice was already inside the store. She had arrived early to make sure the store was ready to receive customers before it was time to open the doors. 10 AM hit. Church bells rang in the distance to announce the time. Alice appeared from the back of the store to unlock the doors and flip on the lights of the 'open' sign. With a brief look, she scouted to see if I was already there. I was standing some distance away, but Alice certainly noticed. With a gentle smile, she tugged on her necklace, revealing a single key that was formerly tucked underneath her shirt. Alice made sure I took note of the key before letting it fall and rest on top of her clothes, before walking to her cashier's desk, calmly waiting for me to walk in.
I took a deep breath. This is it, I thought. I wonder what she has in store for me today. Remembering all too well what she did to me yesterday, I already knew it was likely going to be a lot more fun for her than for me. I mustered up the courage and entered the store.
"There you are," Alice said, without even looking up at me, she sensed my unease. "No need to be afraid," she said, reassuringly. "The first part of your training is actually just a hygienic routine thing. It's not something guys usually do, but it is something I want you to do regularly from now on…."
"Oh?" I replied, attempting to bait out the answer to a question I couldn't answer.
"Shaving your body hair, you dummy!" Alice replied. "I told you, I don't like guys. So I'm going to turn you into a girl for me. At least... As close to one as you could possibly get."
I tried to reply, "But what about my girl-"
"Oh shush! Your girlfriend will love it too. It's called hygienic maintenance for a reason!" Alice interjected. "Removing all that yucky hair is going to make you more attractive and desirable. Trust me."
"Alright... But, I didn't know I was supposed to bring a shaving razor with me. Do I need to go and buy one?" I asked.
"A SHAVING RAZOR?!" Alice questioned angrily. "You'll end up with razor burns everywhere! That won't do. No, what you're going to do is simply sit down in the employees' room, while I wax that yucky hair right off. I will only do it once, though, so pay attention! From now on, once a week, you'll be expected to do this yourself, before I train you." Alice pointed me towards a black door at the back of the store and went to lock the store back up to prevent unannounced customers from entering, before escorting me through the black door into the employees' room.
As she sat me down, Alice quickly deduced from the look on my face that I was not motivated to start waxing my hair every week. "Failure to follow this simple maintenance rule will result in the disposal of one chastity key," Alice said, threateningly. "And I won't just throw them in the thrash. I will melt them, break them, flush them, or worse..."
I was scared. 'Or worse'? How much worse could it even get? I did not want to find out. Suddenly I was very motivated to keep up with my new maintenance rule.
Alice, the sadist she was, deeply enjoyed my squeals of pain as she ripped each strip of wax off my skin. Strip after strip, often reapplying the wax on areas that had already been gone over before. "I still see some hairs," Alice would say, as she'd reapply the wax, much to my dismay.
When Alice finally finished waxing my body, she ordered me to feel myself up. "See how smooth your legs are? Isn't that so much better?" Alice asked rhetorically. "Just wait until we put those smooth legs in some stockings! You'll be hooked!"
And I had to agree... my legs did feel very soft and smooth. It was a strange feeling to feel such smooth and feminine legs, knowing they were my own. The feeling was completely foreign to me. It felt strange... but in a good way. Maybe having to take better care of my skin and putting some effort into having a hairless body wasn't that bad after all.
"I knew you'd get to see things my way eventually," Alice said. "I'm not completely evil... just mostly!" She followed up with a wink.
"Okay, so... is that all for today? Could you please unlock my cage now?" I pled to no avail.
"Oh, you thought we were done? Haha!" Alice exclaimed, laughing. "Far from it, sweetie. This was just the necessary preparation for your real training!"
'Real training'? I gulped audibly. That couldn't be good...
"First, I'll put some nice and girly makeup on you. Make you look all sweet and innocent... like a schoolgirl!" Alice said excitedly. Her eyes sparkled as she mentioned 'schoolgirl'. She was feeling either very excited or very deviant. Presumably both. "After that, we'll take out that schoolgirl doll from behind the front window, and then we'll dress you up accordingly... I bet you would look very sexy in a short schoolgirl skirt," Alice added.
A short pause took place as Alice came to a realization. She giggled and a smirk appeared on her face.
"I wonder if your cute small little cage would poke out underneath it..." She teased. "I guess we'll play it safe for your first time and get you some cute yet naughty panties to wear underneath that skirt, huh?" Alice couldn't help but laugh again.
"Are you really going to make me replace a doll at the front window of the store for everybody to see?" I whimpered.
"Isn't that what I have just been saying? Jeez! Where's your head at?" Alice replied. "Actually... dolls don't think, so that only proves you're a great replacement," Alice followed up with, nodding in approval of her joke.
Alice spent nearly a full hour making me look just like the other dolls. Makeup, clothing, wigs... no expenses were spared. Then again, she practically ran the store. So she could do as she pleased.
"What am I supposed to learn from this training anyway?" I complained.
"You will learn not to complain and simply do as I say without question," Alice snarled. "And given how you haven't learned that lesson yet, I'll have to set an example." Alice walked up to me and pushed me into the box that was previously occupied by the schoolgirl doll. Alice was surprisingly strong as she moved me with ease.
As she pressed me against the back wall of the box, Alice punctured the back wall with multiple big zip ties, looped them around my arms and legs before puncturing the wall again and locking and tightening the ties from the back of the box, leaving just enough wiggle room to adjust myself slightly if I felt discomfort. After finishing off the last zip tie, Alice brought in a hand pallet truck, with which she lifted the box and rolled it in front of a big mirror.
I somewhat expected Alice to make a teasing remark about my predicament, but to my surprise, she remained quiet. Simply letting the lack of speech fill in the words for her. I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I saw the box surrounding me. The zip ties, the blonde wig on my head, my dollified face, the white blouse with its filled-up push-up bra inside, the tartan microskirt, the white laced panties Alice made me wear, the thinness of which making the panties nearly transparent, thus barely hiding my cage at all... and to top it all off, fishnet stockings and black Mary Jane platform pumps... I looked exactly like a pervert's rendition of a schoolgirl porn star! Even if I tried, I couldn't even recognize myself anymore. I was nothing more than a doll now.
After admiring her work through the mirror for some time, Alice turned back to me and said, "It's nearly noon now. Thankfully, nobody has called yet to complain about the store still being closed, but now it's really time to open up the doors. I have some online orders to catch up on, so you're going up on display, and then I'll take you back down after closing time. If you're a convincingly good doll and nobody catches on, I'll give you a special treat when you're done." Alice snickered.
I should have known that this was far from over. However, my thoughts were more focused on the implied treat, instead of on the 'if nobody catches on'. Would she finally let me out of my cage? Could that be my chance to just bolt out and leave it all behind? Whatever the treat was, I had already come this far... If there was a reward involved, I deserved to get it. So I decided to do my best to just play along for now.
As Alice resumed moving the doll box to the front window, she suddenly stopped. "Oh! Stupid me!" She cursed to herself. "I wasted all that time doing your makeup!" She sighed.
"How so?" I asked, puzzled.
"Hello? Earth to doll! You may look like a doll, but you still blink like a human! And I bet you'd blush and make facial expressions too. It would freak everyone out. No. We can't have that... well, at least you got to feel like a doll with that makeup on, but now it's time to become a real doll!" Alice said. She walked off. Being tied up, I couldn't see where she went. But it didn't take too long for her to return.
Alice returned with a mask closely resembling my dollified face. "Here. I'll put this over your face, so you can blush all you want. Nobody will notice if you move your mouth or whatever else you can't control your face doing," she explained. "This mask has one-way mirrors as eyes. You can look out, but nobody can see your eyes moving and looking back at them. Breathing holes are in the back of the mask, to not ruin the illusion by having breathing holes in the nose of a doll. The mask is rigid, so don't worry about inhaling the mask either when you breathe. It won't budge. It's a good thing you are at least able to control your breathing reasonably well, otherwise, we'd have to find a way to hide that too!"
Alice finished moving me up to the front window. Placing the box down and moving the hand pallet truck away again. When she came back, she unlocked the doors of the store again, opening the store to the public. "Have fun, dolly! And remember to behave!" Alice mischievously said.
I thought she was going to leave me alone now, but her teasing was far from over. As Alice promptly returned with a sign. "Limited time! Discount! 50% off! Ask our staff for more information," the sign read. Alice made sure I read it before sticking the sign to the plastic panel of my doll box.
"Don't worry, dolly. That is just to drive up the interest in you. I wouldn't actually sell you off..." Alice said, smiling mischievously. The reassurance dimmed quickly as she added, "You haven't had the proper training for that part yet!"
My mask hid my embarrassed face, my chastity cage denied my dick from getting erect... And instead, I was surprised by a different response. I started leaking from my cage... Not much, but enough for Alice to notice.
"Oh. You like that idea?" She responded. "I'll make sure to turn that fantasy into a reality sometime then." Alice laughed, like a villain who had trapped the hero. Except in my case, there was no heroic escape. I was helplessly trapped until Alice would decide to release me...
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[Half][B/S]
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Honest question: has anyone carried on a sexual relationship with an adult, consenting sibling and had it work? My half sister and I met as adults (my parents divorced and I never saw our mutual parent again). She was aware of me though and tracked me down when we were both adults. We hit it off smashingly. Hung out all the time. Have so much in common. Somehow one evening while watching a movie we ended up kissing briefly. Neither of us mentioned it after. A few weeks later the topic came up on a phone call. We both admitted we liked it and wanted to try again. We both said we weren’t attracted to the other, it was simply a bonding experience. Kissing turned into making out one evening at her place. I wanted to sleep with her then but didn’t have the guts to ask. Finally it came up again on another phone call and we both hinted at “well what if we were doing this and ended up sleeping together?” We kind of hinted back and forth and finally both admitted that we wanted to have sex with one another but again just as a bonding thing, no attraction. I admittedly was very attracted to her though. We finally slept together and it was amazing. This was several years ago now……At first we said it was a one time thing and we just wanted to see what it was like. Never the less whenever we got together at her place one thing would lead to another and we’d have sex. We have both since admitted that we are attracted to one another and have feelings for one another. Anytime we visit one another we have sex. The problem is, for a dew says after I feel guilty because I know deep down it’s not probably right. But those feelings subside, we get together again, and we have sex. We’ve been having sex regularly for several years. I highly doubt anyone suspects anything but I always get the nagging feeling that somehow someone will find out, and that’s part of why I feel guilty after I think. Honestly, I’d love to just continue on as we are but somehow get past those feelings of guilt.
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The Steakhouse 2 [FM]
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**The ride home Part 2**
[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/11dkme3/the_steakhouse_fm/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)
We were getting ready to leave the restaurant so my husband called for an Uber. We always get an Uber black car because they’re not that much more expensive and the drivers and vehicles always seem to be on time and much more professional.
We said good night to the owners and thanked Pam our waitress again as we walked out.
I said to Rick, that was close, regarding almost getting caught by our waitress.
Rick said well hun you keep telling yourself that if it makes you feel better, but you were caught red-handed or a better expression would be pink-handed, as he laughed.
Nonsense I told Rick, she lost her train of thought at our table, It was nothing more than that when she showed up with our salads, okay, Rick laughed.
Our Uber driver tonight was a younger Latin woman named Lucia and she was driving a newer large black SUV. Some black car drivers do their best to make your riding experience just like you are in a professional car service. Some have blackened windows others have small coolers with beer and wine, and some go out of their way so we always leave them a good tip, and i'm sure they have figured this out.
Lucia had a mesh privacy screen across the front portion and the back seats, which blocked her view of the backseat but gave her riders a sense of more privacy. She obviously could hear us but would have to work pretty hard to see us.
We lived in a complex that wasn’t completely GPS mapped yet, so I programmed the drop-off location as the first residence in the complex.
When we got into the car, I told Lucia that we need to go about a mile further than what I had requested but it wasn't, on a map yet. I said don't worry though we would tip her accordingly and I would direct her to our house as soon as we got to our street.
We had about a 20-minute drive from the steakhouse to our home so I decided to fuck with Rick the entire way.
I sent him a text - seems like we have lots of privacy back here. What do you think?
Ding - He looked at his phone and just started laughing.
Really he said, we’re 3 feet away and you’re gonna start texting me as he laughed.
I texted back, no, only the things that she can’t hear.
I pulled my dress up a bit as he watched. Then a bit more as I sat opposite of him.
Did I tell you I love my earrings, I said as pulled my dress up to my waist. Oh, I said, I forgot to give you something after dinner. I opened up my clutch and grabbed my wet thongs and tossed them at him.
So Rick now had the hang of this, and said --Oh, I was missing these…..
I’m glad you remembered to bring them. He then unfolded them, and looked at me as he licked them.
I'm glad you remembered to bring these he said for a moment I thought we had forgotten our dessert.
This game went on for the next 5 minutes until I started to play with my pussy in front of him. I pulled the shoulder straps off my dress, and was nearly naked in the backseat across from him.
I rubbed and pinched and licked my nipples while slowly rubbing my pussy.
I grabbed the phone and sent him another text.
I bet you I can get you off before we got home -Send
Rick said out loud, oh you think so, I kind of doubt it.
For the next two minutes I just finger fucked myself and licked my nipples.
Rick watched me like I was on a tightrope juggling knives.
I only stopped to have him watch me lick my fingers and told him, so good I said.
If I know anything, I knew him, and watching me get myself off was on his top three list.
Something I didn’t think would ever happen was Rick undid his belt, undid his pants, and was starting to rub his cock in the backseat of the Uber.
I grabbed my phone and sent him a text. Do you like my wet pussy? Would you like to lick it?
Rick said out loud, actually yes!
My next text said I bet, I could make you cum before we got home and we’re only 10 minutes away.
I said to him are you ready?
He grabbed his phone and texted, fuck yes, I’m ready.
I leaned over and started, sucking his cock, trying not to make too much noise, but I had him within three or four minutes when he shot his load into the back of my throat.
I was getting myself together in the backseat, and Rick was zipping up as fly as we pulled up to our home.
Rick came around opened my door and I walked towards the house.
Rick went to the passenger side glass as it came down he said to Lucia, I’ll send you a tip through the app, I don’t have cash on me.
Lucia said no problem Mr Anderson that's great.
When Rick came in the house, he told me, I don’t think our ride was as private as you think.
Why I said, so when I was telling Lucia I would send her a tip through Uber. I noticed the screen on her dashboard.
It said, Family cam and you could see every angle of the car. So pretty much Lucia had a front-row seat to what was going on behind her in her back and third-row.
I said to Rick, she’s a young girl and probably not from this area. We probably made her night so don’t worry about it.
We went into the study, Rick turn on the gas fireplace and poured us each two fingers of scotch, his top and the pinky.
As we sat there, sipping scotch, Rick said to me. Now that I’m thinking, I find a couple of things strange. We never gave Lucia our address but yet she drove us right to our home and she said thank you Mr. Anderson.
How did she know my last name Rick said, Uber doesn’t give out last names.
Rick open the Uber app and sent a $40 tip to Lucia.
Within a minute he received a text message.
Thank you so much that was so nice.
Rick then texted her back. - I didn’t remember giving you the exact address but you drove us right to our driveway.
Bubbles bubbles bubbles bubbles
I asked Rick what she said and he said nothing but bubbles she was typing.
Lucia replied, my mom, cleans your house and like seven others in your neighborhood. When she gets behind I help her, that’s how I knew you.
I asked Rick again did she answer?
He just looked at me and said, yes, and we need a new housekeeper.
The End
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[M/S] I am very attracted to my sons. Update 392. Strong hands touching Mommy's smooth mocha skin.
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I had just dropped Ana off and was pulling into my driveway. My mind was filled with the vision of my beautiful and young girlfriend dancing as I sat and watched. There were at least one hundred people dancing to the live band, but my eyes were glued to her, and she put on quite the show.
As the orange sun set behind her, she swayed her hips and shook her ass in her form fitting dress and her black hair flowed down her back. Seductively moving, she sucked hard on her little vape and tilted her head skyward to exhale. Her tiny hands squeezed her tits, and I became wetter as I watched my girl.
After torturing myself long enough, I got up and began to dance with her. We grinded together and our tits pressed hard against the other's as we smiled tantalizing one another. She kissed me and sucked on my bottom lip as her face withdrew from mine.
The alarm on her smartwatch sounded. We had to stop, and she had to go home. As she is an Au Pair, I knew she would have to get home to take care of her charges, but I ached for more. We laughed as we drove and made plans for the weekend. Far too soon, I was walking into my home and desperately missing my girlfriend.
As I set my purse down, I saw both of my sons being unproductive and lounging. Sliding my black panties off, I tossed them between the boys and walked past them saying "One of you had better lick your horned-up Mom. Now."
Without turning on the hall light or the light in my bedroom, I yanked my dress from my body and flopped hard onto the bed. Seconds later, one of the boys entered the room and took my hips in his hands. His mouth aggressively kissed and sucked my scorching womanhood, and I became lost in a moment of euphoric pleasure.
The powerful hands squeezed my ass and the tongue provided gentle bliss. One moment, I was sure it was Patrick, then it seemed more like Michael. Quickly I realized, it was one of my offspring and that was all that mattered.
By the time I came, I was already drifting off to sleep and I could hear my bedroom door closing. I still don't understand why more mothers don't enjoy life in the way I do.
**My sons are 22 and 27. If you do not know how to talk to women, sending dick pics is only going to make it worse.**
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Left my wife with the neighbor
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It’s been getting warmer so my wife and I have been taking evening walks through our neighborhood. As we passed our neighbors Ron’s house we started to talk about the few play sessions we have had with him, he is a little older but still in good shape since he was a mason and carpenter his whole life. My wife really had fun with him each time since he was strong and had a long thick cock. To be honest it was the most perfect looking dick we have seen on anyone, over 8 inches very clean and big. We continued our walk laughing and talking as we made the same laps around the block. The next lap around we noticed Ron’s garage open and he looked to be moving things around, we waved hello and kept walking. Our conversation turned back to our time in his pool and hot tub. (You can read that story on our page) I could see my wife was blushing a little and getting turned on. I asked if she would like to see if he is interested in playing on our next lap, she excitedly said yes. As we approached his house again he was now at the mailbox, it looked as if he was pretending to fix it, so we stopped and talked to him. He told us he broke up with his girlfriend so he is just trying to stay busy. Without hesitation I asked if he would like for my wife to take up some time, he immediately answered he would. I told them that I wanted to make another lap but they should go get started, neither hesitated as they headed towards the house.
That next lap I walked slow to give them some time, I was so hard thinking about him pummeling my wife’s pussy. I got back to his about 15 minutes later and let myself in. I could hear screams and moans coming from upstairs. It is a huge turn on the listen to your wife be fucked like a porn star. I slowly made my way upstairs so they didn’t know I was there. The screams were louder, I could hear her, “oh god fuck me harder” “fuck me with that huge Dick” and “don’t stop fucking”. I peaked around the door and saw Ron impaling my wife with his rock hard cock, his balls making a loud sound as the bounced off my wife’s ass. Her huge round tits were also slamming back and forth in rhythm with his strokes.
I watched for a few more minutes and then slowly went back down stairs so they wouldn’t hear me. As I could hear them finish I went onto the front porch and waited it was only a minute or 2 before she came out with a huge smile on her face. We started walking back to our house and I asked how it went. She apologized for me not being there to see it( she knows I love watching) but she said it was great sex. She gave details of how they started by her sucking his big dick, the he ripped her clothes off and started to lick her clit but she was so wet and wanted just to be fucked. She said that she rode him for a while but then needed it hard so he flipped her over and absolutely destroyed her from behind. It was so hot to hear her talk like this, she said that she moved to the edge of the bed and he gave long hard strokes and came deep in her. She showed me a huge wet spot on her shorts, she told me that she still has him in her and she wants me to fuck her with his cum still in her. We made it into our garage with the door barely shut before I pulled her shorts down and plunged deep into her. It was hot, sticky, and swollen and the feel was amazing, she was rubbing her clit as I fucked but then she asked for me to put it in her ass. Now my wife is not a huge fan unless she is very turned on or drunk and I know she was not drinking. I pulled out my cum covered cock and slid slowly into her ass. The cum from her and him have enough lube to make it work. She let out a little wincing moan and then it was off to the races. I slammed her so hard as she rubbed her clit, we both came extremely hard at the same time. It had to be the biggest load I shot in her ass. We actually collapsed onto a small futon to catch out breathe, she was exhausted but had a beautiful post orgasm glow to her. I asked if she would like to take more walks like that, she smiled and said she will get into great shape this way.
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Stay at my side Ch.30 [18M/18F][Friends to lovers][Planning a date (little stressful)[mentions of: Sickness and minor reluctance]
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Chapter 30: Preparations
"Matt you still owe us an explanation!" I've been able to flee from this for now almost four days but I guess that was now over. Cornered in the gymnastics hall, I sighed and looked into the faces of my friends. Curious wasn't even close to what they were. They would probably torture and kill me if I didn't tell them about what happened between me and Casey.
"Okay guys, I give up." I wouldn't tell them everything but I couldn't deny that something happened." "I began by summing up what has happened before they caught me through voice chat but left out the part where we kissed. None of them knew that I had a guest room so I gave that as a reason why we shared a bed. "And with sharing a bed I mean only sharing and nothing more."
I didn't say anything about Casey being thrown out. I mentioned something along the lines of her having a difficult situation. My boys didn't expect that and had just thought that we'd been messing around with each other. Luckily this led to them not asking more about the weekend. After some silent seconds, Daniel asked: "And now?" I thought for a moment. They would probably find out sooner or later and we really had no reason to keep our relationship a secret. I sighed and then spoke it out. "We have a date this evening. If everything works as planned we will be officially together at your Party, Dan."
I probably wouldn't have said that if this wouldn't have been the last lesson of the day. It wasn't even twelve but most of my teachers were currently sick and I could drive home.
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"That's my boy!" My Mother was often described as an older female version of me. While warming up the leftovers of the food I made yesterday she added stuff to my date plan.
"... Oh, maybe you should bring a flashlight. And maybe something hot to drink... you got blankets?!" "Mom, you know that it's still my date right?" I knew she only wanted to help me but I was stressed enough even though I was already overprepared. I had a flashlight. And something to drink...and of course blankets.
"Alright alright but don't mess anything up. If she doesn't end up as my daughter-in-law, you end up disinherited." I forgot to mention that she decided that I should marry Casey. Not because she wanted me to have a good wife but rather because she liked Casey so much.
"Mom, chill out! Have you seen them? Not even he could fuck that up." This voice that came from somewhere in the living room was my sister's. She has silently been listening to us the entire time.
"Okay okay, I'll let Mathew do what he thinks is right. Dad is gonna be really surprised when he comes home. He bet that it would take you two until 2024 before someone made a move. After all, I won that one." A bet? And my dad participated in it? My mom would do something like this, without a doubt but my father was the polar opposite of her. "You bet on that?!" "Of course, the winner gets to decide the color of our bedroom." My mother didn't seem to see a problem with betting on such things and I knew it wouldn't be beneficial for anyone to start this discussion now. Instead, I asked her when they made that bet. "After you came home from this weekend trip with your class." I thought for a second and then it dawned on me... This bet has been made over four years ago.
Not wanting to elaborate on that topic further I hushed in my room and shut the door behind me. I tried to concentrate on my homework but stopped after one minute. Not because I decided to do them on the bus but rather because I couldn't concentrate. I already had planned everything and logically nothing could go wrong. We would most likely just laugh if something dumb were to happen. But still... It was probably just excitement and not that much nervousness.
Leaning back in my chair and trying to relax, I noticed how someone opened my door. Expecting to see my sister, I turned around. It was Casey. She wasn't looking at me but instead into my wardrobe. Well, actually mostly hers as I gave her one-half of mine. She seemed to just be looking. "What shall I wear this evening?" This question was directed to me. "I dunno, nothing too fancy and in no case heels. That wouldn't be practical for... something."
I obviously couldn't tell her what I had planned. It would be a surprise. "But I wanna look good on our first date." She was pouting a little. "You look good anyway and I've seen you at your worst so don't worry." This was followed by the usual response: "I don't look good anyway and when was this 'worst'?" the last part had a worrying undertone.
I thought about it. "Well, you looked pretty funny after you got your wisdom teeth removed but you didn't look bad but rather cute during that. It probably was after that class trip where you couldn't sleep because of the house."
"This hostel was scary! We were lucky we weren't killed in there!" I had to admit that she was kinda right with that one. She hadn't been the only one who had had problems sleeping, and when we were on our way back she was fast asleep. She had also gotten a little sick during the trip. When she got the chills on the ride back I willingly gave her my hoodie as I got warmed by her using me as a pillow. "I basically had to carry you out of that bus. Did you now my parents made a bet after that day, how long it would take us to get together?"
Casey laughed. She seemed to like the remembrance even though she had been in a bad condition during it. "Sounds like something your parents would do." She diidn't seem to mind them doing something like that. "I think they saw something we didn't." She seemed a little nostalgic while saying it. I remembered how we must have looked when we got out of the bus. A little clingy and shivering Casey couldn't leave my side while we said goodbye to our classmates. It was probably more than obvious that something like the last days would have happened sooner or later. The question just has been when.
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[F] 45 - Surprise while traveling
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Not quite as crazy as some of the stories on here, but thought I’d share anyways.
I had to travel out of state for work for a few days. Hubby and I didn’t get a chance for a good goodbye session before I left due to crazy kid sports schedules. This left both of us a little horny, but we knew we’d have to wait 3 days before being able to be together.
Well hubby woke up early with me and loaded my suitcase into the car and saw me off to the airport. When I finally get to my room after some afternoon meetings I decided to start the bath and unpack my suitcase.
Much to my surprise as I was taking my clothes out I see my 8” dildo and a small bottle of lube. Hubby had surprised me, I usually never take any of my toys with me on my solo work trips. Needless to say I decided to take my friend into the bathroom with me and put on a show for hubby.
I setup my phone in a perfect spot and hit record. I teased and played with my nice hard friend before pounding my pussy with it. Hubby and I don’t share me, but we like to role-play that scenario sometimes so I turned up the dirty talk during the video. I told hubby how I picked this guy up at the hotel bar and I hoped he didn’t mind if I blew him and let him fuck me for hours. I sucked my big dildo while staring at the camera and talking dirty to him. Then I spread my thick thighs open and took that you hard and deep until I had a huge orgasm.
I ended up making 2 videos with my friend for hubby which ended up in me getting a video from him talking dirty to me and shooting his hot cum for me.
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[s/B] my brother walked in on me UPDATE
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I just wanted to say thank you for all the comments and advice on the original post and if you haven't read it please read that one first for context.
Its been about 2 days since My original post and the best part of a week since he walked in on me and I have grown a huge crush on him and would love for it to become intimate. I seem to have gotten over the feeling of it being wrong or taboo so to speak. In the time since my original post, I've taken some of your advice. I've begun to wear tight revealing clothing when it's just us around which has conveniently happened a lot in the past few days due to my dad being away for work. I've tried to let him catch me in compromising positions like bent over picking things up etc and try to brush against his as much as possible.
He seems to be speaking to me like normal again after we had a brief conversation about it last night. To summarise, I confronted him asking if anything was wrong between us and he assured me there wasn't. I do hope though that he replays the image of me fingers deep in myself spread out on the bed in his head.
Earlier today, I did a small yoga session in the middle of the living room which I do occasionally anyway, however today I wore my shortest and tightest gym shorts and bra. He was in and out of the room throughout my session and I caught his glance a few times. Towards the end, he came in and sat down on his phone whilst I finished up and I ensured he was able to see all my curves in the most flattering positions I could.
Once I had finished and rolled my mat up etc, I sat next to him for a few minutes and noticed what appeared to be a boner. I didnt mention it or acknowledge it but this feels like really good news and i hope over the next few days or weeks we get more intimate
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can i quit femdom?
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am 23 years old and i have been into Femdom for more than 12 years or more. am into Femdom and i wish i can quit, i tried to stay away from that , i even stopped watching porn for a year and every time i return back again to the same exact point . Most of the people who has the same kink just says that its normal and thats how you feel but its not normal.its not normal to like being humiliated, its not normal being treated badly , its not okay to like those things. its not just something between me and the one who i will love its a life style. just search Femdom or Findom on twitter or youtube.its not normal being humiliated in public or be treated as a dog or a slave , its not normal to pay a dom just to humiliate you and let her drain you and spend all of your life paying girls and be broke 24/7. just imagine if a member of your family is like that for example your father or brother would it be okay seeing your father on his knees in public and kissing girls feet? or licking shoes and giving them his money? most of the people who will see us will just laugh and they have a good point tbh. 100% of beta males don't like themselves and most of them work hard to change and become the best version of themselves but imaging if you like being a beta? is it normal !!!? yes i understand that men should respect women but it should go both ways not just being treated as a slave. am not in a relationship rn and i didn't try Femdom in real life before just talking to girls online. but its really bad to humiliate myself in someones dm or even to bark or act as a dog for girls online or on camera or being humiliated and treated as a slave. am sorry if i just wrote this in an inaccurate way i even didn't use reddit before am just vending out and need help. i just want to be normal again i want to watch normal porn i want to be like any other man have a normal relationship. not to just get off to girls humiliating men and let them kiss there feet. if you know anyone who actually quit Femdom and if you know any way to stop this addiction please help me.
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[M] Lucky teacher’s adventures (2)
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Hey it’s your friendly teacher again, here to tell you more fun stories.
You probably want to read my previous post for some background but this standalone is fun to read too.
Disclaimer: all my students in these stories are 18+.
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So there’s this one time when I sort of have this intellectual click with this girl in my class. She always sits in the front, though she’s not your typical teacher’s pet that is always attentive and answers all your questions. On the contrary, she reads her own book in my class, and just half pays attention. She can answer things fluently though if I ask her on the spot.
Outside our lesson she would often ask me questions about the course matters and we would engage in clever debates that almost always amounted to something substantial. That’s when I started to find her attractive.
Many say that teachers want to fuck students because of their bodies: no. Teachers love students’ brains too. Only that sometimes we also want to fuck their brains out.
So this girl started coming to my office often and usually if a conversation goes long or if it gets serious I close the office door and no one minds. This one time she came in and just closed the door without even asking me. That already was a weird beginning.
“Is there something you need from me?”
She sat down, looking a bit uneasy. “Well, sir,” she began, “I don’t know how to say this, but I think I’m attracted to you and I think it’s wrong but it’s also not. I just thought you should know that.”
We looked at each other for what must have been a whole minute, and I felt we were both waiting for the other one to speak.
Finally I broke the silence. “Okay… Let’s explore this together.” By this time of my career I had already gotten my way with several of my students so the prospect of actually doing things with her was not far from me.
We talked for a long time: on a fairly philosophical level, nothing too seductive… about our relationship and how we valued each other. We talked about the things we liked about each other, and if the universe were a bit different maybe we would actually be boyfriend girlfriend. But she knew I was married and she wouldn’t want to be in the middle of it.
After that honest conversation the two of us kept texting each other. She loves to work on studies and assignments late at night so I ended up discussing many intellectual things with her after my wife was asleep. I’m between she would raise breaks from using her head muscle and we would chat about things from life to love and eventually to sex. We would exchange sex tips (she had a partner then) and report to each other our results.
Fast forward a few months later: she was about to graduate and she came in my office on almost the last day of the semester and we talked again. At this stage our conversations had turned so flirty that we might as well just fuck. And so one thing led to another, she ended up sitting on my cock while I’m on my chair.
We must have fucked like three times in my office and I came in her twice. It was phenomenal.
I guess we put our sex tips to practice too.
Some time later it was graduation ceremony and I met her again in person. We talked, exchanged our respects for each other, and she went on overseas for something else.
And that was the last time I’ve seen her in person. We still text now and the passion between us kind of died down because of distance, but I will always treasure the time we had together.
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Picking Daisies: Part II [34M / 20F] (Dub Con / Fetishization) (Drugging)
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And after I made sure to lock the door, so as not to arouse any suspicion from those coworkers of mine who lurk incessantly, I retreated slowly to my desk, having shown my sweet Sam tenderly into her seat. And when I (in such a professional manner) guided her down, I took special care to let my hand fall snugly around her shoulder, sending me into an ambitious giddiness, such as are dominoes when toppled.
And how defenseless I was when some strands of hair, doubtlessly having gone unaccounted for by my thoughtless princess in tying her hair up – in a rush to visit your humble narrator, brushed against my unworthy skin, delivering unexpected tingles through my arm! Oh, the drunkenness one feels in the presence of nature’s innocent creations, especially as the holder of the knowledge that those petals shall soon be plucked in ecstatic relishing.
Now having to think so devilishly through a dizzying head high brought on by my sweet flower, I did what came naturally – in order to afford myself some precious time to deliberate on my darling’s deflowering.
“Miss Samantha, might I offer you a cup of fresh coffee? I’ve just put some on for the afternoon.” And what manners this young daisy has been taught, for she obliged herself in perfect submission to her good host’s request.
Having only sat for a moment at my desk, I reached into the bottom cabinet to fetch a pair of mugs. This bottom drawer is home to several miscellaneous items not withholding the coffee cups – stray sugar and cream, a brush and paste for late nights, a sprawling collection of pens in varying condition, and – yes! My collection of medicine. Dear reader, that brain of mine is constantly finding new ways to surprise me!
I procured two mugs and then sent my beguiled hand slithering amongst cold and flu medicines, and antihistamines, directly to my prescribed bottle of alprazolam (known colloquially as Xanax), given to me by a concerned doctor when hearing of my spells of anxiety prior to giving useless but necessary presentations at our quarterly meetings.
And so, I did what any passable actor would do in my situation – I feigned some sense of confusion and crafted some less-than-clever excuses for me to remain intimately engaged with the bottom shelf, my daisy (bless her soul) blissfully unaware and still just as eager to fulfill my request of accepting an afternoon coffee. I tactfully spun the lid from the bottle and poured two – no, three – into the mug of my unbenounced lover.
And with a relieved smile, I made my way over to the far side of my office where the coffee carafe rested in the corner. I could not wipe my smile away as I poured the piping brown liquid onto the delicate white tablets, already imagining them dissolved and passing over the tongue of my fated flower girl. Without asking, I added a fair amount of sugar to hers, as it is a general trend of delightful beauties to prefer all things that enter them to have a tinge of sweetness. I could not deny its doubled effect of masking any incidental taste that was left by my insidious concoction. I took mine black.
Having set the stage for my sweet daisy to open her petals in the face of my morning sun, I had only to distract her precious and simple mind long enough for the inevitable to commence without too much fear or surprise. In fact, in all my excitement, I did not even return to the chair behind my desk, but rather elected to casually slouch against the front edge of my desk and carry on with our conversation; for I longed to have her voice ring in my ear as long as possible before she became too encumbered to do more than coo and moan at my devilish stimulations.
As often as I pressed her for silly and useless information (such as the names and contact information of a myriad of coordinators, managers, and secretaries) did I also press her to sip her potion, constructed so brilliantly by yours truly. It wasn’t long before I began picking up on the clues of her gradual intoxication. Her focus became fuzzy and wavered in its clarity, and how adorable were her misplaced words and drawn-out pronunciations! Her melting into formless putty in my fiendish hands imbued me with a sense of confidence unknown to me.
For one, I helped her over to the old leather loveseat tucked in the front corner of my office. It occasionally served as a bed during late nights, but now my drooping daisy needed a safe place to rest her head. I encouraged her to keep sipping her coffee and would help her raise it to her mouth as her eyes flickered with saccadic movement and her words revealed her thoughts slipping from their normally intact (although juvenile) fluency. Bringing her to the loveseat had afforded me to hold my daisy by her slim and relatively straight waist, and I took certain liberties with her than a man of my age should be mocked or slapped for committing.
Oh, my darling! You might be deflowered by this rotten man, but perhaps spared of your conscious purity! It could be that you might think this all to be a very confusing, stimulating, pleasure-drenched dream attached to the mug of this unworthy tormenter. Your head hung limp back against the loveseat and I let my fingers gently trace the outline of your delicate features, across your tanned skin and plush lips. My fingers trembled in pure joy. I placed my nose into the crux of your jaw and neck and just breathed you in for what could have been all of recorded history. I placed my first gentle kiss along the nape of your neck and spoke your name only in whispers, for fear of what those demonic coworkers of mine might be trying to overhear from their lifeless cubicles.
I kissed all the way down your neck and onto your relatively flat chest. Oh, I could feel some hard beast whirring its big head from my nether region. My fingertips greedily traced their way around every square inch of your neck and arms and now chest. My sweet daisy could not have been more adorable! Like a child in imaginative play, you moaned along with my touches and reaffirmed me with some gentle laughter, especially when my sweet kisses found their way over your firm and fleshy nipples.
*Dear reader, I could drown you in a sea of words describing what has commenced henceforth – and rest assured, I will. I know that I have carried you on for so long at this point and shall release you with this abrupt but surely welcomed close for this episode. Let this dutiful author enjoy his crafted fantasy for a while before I move along to the next scene, which is among my favorite to recount – the joyous deflowering ceremony carried out by yours truly, a despicably desire-ridden wretch. Until next time.*
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[F/d] [UPDATE] I told my dad it was me at the club
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So a few months ago I posted here about running into my dad at a sex club and only realizing it when he was already balls deep, haha
Well, a few weeks ago i decided to finally tell him. I started my holiday break and with less commitments to think about I felt a little more secure in figuring it out with him.
I asked him for dinner at his house to catch up, and as we had opened another (2nd) bottle of wine after the meal I told him I wanted to talk to him about something. I asked him about sex clubs.
He definitely double took, but held himself together as he poured for himself. He said he did visit a few. I asked him about the name of the place that it had happened at. He said yes. I told him that last time I was there I think he had had sex with me.
I could tell the pressure skyrocketed for him. He stared at me and took a sip of the wine but just said, "Oh?" I told him I didn't realize until we were already doing it. But I remember him saying my name. I asked him if he had wanted to fuck me before.
He took another sip of wine, thinking, put it down and looked back at me. I think he wasn't sure exactly where this could all be going, and was definitely worried, but seemed like he decided not to lie, since things had already come this far.
He told me he did.
I dunno why, but the answer still surprised me. Hearing it from him directly. My clothes felt a bit tighter, my body more exposed. I had worn slim fitting clothes and there had been a part of me that was excited by the idea of turning my dad on that way. Now that part was getting really excited.
I took another sip of wine but we were both quiet for a moment. I was buzzed enough that somehow I felt alright blaming my next actions on the alcohol.
I asked him if he wanted to do it again.
He asked how I felt about it the first time.
I was completely honest. I told him the second I realized it was his cock inside me I came so hard. Realizing that he was thinking about me already while fucking someone he thought wouldn't know turned me on so much. I told him ive masturbated the last 2 months knowing my own father made me cum on his cock.
I told him I wanted to be his little slut. That the idea that he could use his own daughter to get off made me want to get fucked by him even more.
He looked completely mixed up in emotions of disbelief, surprise, and lust all covered over by an attempt at keeping calm. I asked him what position he'd like to see me in. He said... turned around and bent over.
I stood up and went to the couch. I hiked up the skirt of my dress over my hips and bent over, wiggling my ass in his direction. I really didn't care that I was being so open in that moment. The wine allowed me me to let go of the part of me that knew it was all very wrong, and just keep the part that was so horny i could feel a visible wet spot through my panties. It's hard to describe - I knew it was wrong but that felt *good* and so I just really didn't care. All I wanted was to get fucked by my dad again.
I heard him step over to me, and then his hand pressed up against my pussy and rubbed. I moaned, and thrust back against him. He rubbed me, pressing his fingers into my hole over my soaking panties and I couldn't help but grind on him. He let go and I reached around and spread myself for him. The humiliation of my dad seeing me like that made my insides twitch and I felt him press something new up against me.
I moaned out, "daddyy" and felt as he pushed his completely engorged cock into me. My body spasmed and I came immediately. I had been thinking about it so much I just wanted it bad. He grabbed my hips and began thrusting against me, moaning my name as he fucked me. I squeezed all around him and didn't try to hide how loud he was making me.
As he was fucking me, I tried to think about why I was enjoying it so much. All I could think about was how much my daddy liked me and wanted me, how he had looked past what was supposed to be and just stuck his cock in his daughter. How she was now moaning for him, and he knew that was wrong too, but he did it anyway.
I thought about how close we were when I was a lot younger, and then how I didn't get to see him for a while. And how we've gotten to re-connect since I was a teenager and now adult and to know that at some point he started wanting me like this.. and now he was getting it.
I came over and over. I came for my daddy and I don't regret it. I felt weird when it first happened but now it feels like it was meant to be. He was fucking me so vigorously, I was completely in a daze by the end of it when he pumped his load deep inside me. I have an IUD and so feeling my own dad's cum flood my insides as he pulled my ass into his pelvis as hard as he could was incredible.
Panting, with a few more jolts, he stayed inside me for a while before pulling out and cuddling up on the couch together. We talked for a long time. About stuff before, and now.
I've gone over to his house 6 times in the last 2 weeks to get fucked by him. One day I went I just wanted to be his sex slave and so I did an edible to make me really limp and out of it so that he could fuck me with no inhibitions. Might write more about that one another time. But this week his side of the family's christmas dinner is coming up so I'll be with him in front of the whole family and it's definitely gonna feel weird but will probably just make me extra horny afterwards, so I'm looking forward to it.
Thanks again for all the support and feedback on my last post. I'm definitely glad it all turned out this way, and I don't mind discussing more
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Dry Spell Pt. 02: The Handyman [F/M 20s-40s] [public] [fantasy creature] [blowjob]
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Short introduction:
Cherry is a perky witch with voluptuous figure and intensely red hair. Some years ago another witch drunkenly cast a dry spell on poor Cherry, and she hasn’t had any dick ever since. Luckily, Cherry and her best friend Jane found a magical amulet from a fair, and encouraged by the prospect of finally getting laid, Cherry has already matched with a few promising gentlemen on the dating app Ember.
Her first date was Mark, who was all he promised and after the sun set upon the satisfied couple, even more.
Cherry’s second date with new Ember match, Simon, takes place on a popular park near Cherry’s place. As they get to know each other little by little, Simon turns out to be quite extraordinary fellow.
All characters are adults.
In the morning I laid down on the bed, exhausted and sore in the best kind of way. The sheets were spotty and wet with all the cum- Mark had fucked me for a good while before he left, kissing me goodbye with an enormous, wolfish grin on his lips. Everything in the bedroom- including me- seemed to have turned out to be a complete, utter mess. I touched my pussy and winced. It was swollen, tender and wet as the ocean. Some cum dribbled out to my fingers and I gasped. How can I still feel turned on after being fucked since dusk? I dipped my fingers in my cunt, took them out and licked them a little. Sooooo good. I repeated the dipping and this time spread the cum to my tits and lips. With the last night in my mind and Mark’s cum all over me I masturbated until one of the most intense orgasms of my life crashed through me.
I showered without any haste, letting the warm water follow the lush curves of my body. My tits were perky despite being size DD- something that I just might have helped with a spell or two. Slowly and longingly I washed all the cum off my body, used my favorite mango-scented shower gel and closed my eyes as the sweet, fruity scent filled the small bathroom. Finally I turned the shower off, grabbed a soft, plush towel and dried my body. I had just stepped out of the bathroom followed by a cloud of steam, as somewhere in the living room my phone rang. I had a faint memory of dropping it to a sofa when Mark carried me to the bedroom, and- oh yes, there it was. Somehow it had managed to end up between the sofa pillows, and I ended up dropping the towel altogether, and using my both hands to find the phone. The weather outside was sunny and the sunshine reflected to my apartment from the windows across the street. I stood stark naked by the sofa, my skin soft and warm from the shower and answered the phone.
“Hi Jane, what’s up?”
“Well apparently you are, finally. I’ve called you twice already and was just about to send for a search and rescue.” I smiled- Jane can be a bit over the top at times but she exacerbates the things she worries about it on purpose, to make them sound more ridiculous.
“Oh honey, I was just in the shower and didn’t hear my phone.”
“Alright then. Listen, I’m absolutely starving for breakfast and news on Mark. Meet me at the Oak and Ivy?” My stomach growls so loudly that before I can say anything Jane begins to laugh.
“I take that as a yes then. I’ll be there at twenty, see you soon!” She hung up and I begun gathering up something I could wear. I quickly decided on a breezy, yellow summer dress with a generous neckline, and nice white panties with a matching bra to go with the dress. I quickly put some make up on, grabbed my handbag and added a cute pair of kitten heels.
Soon I met my friend Jane at Oak and Ivy, my favorite café.
“So how was your date?” She asked as we sat down- she a bit easier than me.
“Straight to business huh?”
“Well my best friend has been living like a nun for years and now she might have had a chance of action, so obviously I’m interested.”
“It was..” I say and feel a stupid smile spread across my face. My cheeks blush as I think of Mark’s both sides and obviously, the dicks of those sides. Jane new something about my witchy side, but she had no idea that I was the real deal and not just in the craft for some candle burning and aesthetics, so I couldn’t tell her about Mark’s transformation.
“It was quite nice.”
Jane grinned.
“Quite nice eh? You’re whole face tells a different story. Was he good? Will you see him again?”
“He was really good. Like, r e a l l y good. But I doubt I’ll see him again, he travels quite a lot. But that’s okay, I have another guy I’ve been chatting with and we are meeting on the weekend.”
“Look at you, back on the saddle! I’m really glad the amulet works.”
We talked and laughed for an hour before Shelly had to get going.
The days flew by and I texted with Simon through them. He seemed like a normal, witty guy and even though Mark gave me a lot- of both action and girth- I was really looking forward to meeting Simon. As we met at a park near my place the weather was warm and I was wearing the same outfit I had when I met Jane the other day, and Simon had a t-shirt and cargo shorts and a very lovely smile. We bought ice cream (passion fruit for me, chocolate for Simon) and wandered aimlessly around park, the conversation flowing like we’d known each other forever. As the dusk fell we sat on a bench without a backrest but with a view over the city, watching as the sun set behind mountains and the light dimmed.
As the full moon shone brightly I shiver, as the thought of my last date’s special feature crosses my mind. Simon misreads my shivers and uses them as a perfect opportunity to wrap his arm across my shoulders.
“No need to get cold, let me warm you up” he says and squeezes me close to him. I smile and cuddle happily to him. He starts stroking my arm and it sends tingles down my spine.
“Looks like we’re alone. Is the park often so quiet in the night time?” He asks, peering to the area behind us.
“There’s usually more people around, but there’s a music festival going on downtown and it clearly takes it’s toll. I guess most of the usual park dwellers opted for some partying instead.”
He nods and moves his hand to the side of my neck, caressing lightly. The tension in my body melts away and I feel the lust raising. He places his hand gently to my jaw and kisses me- tentatively at first, then more intensely. I’m doing my part as eagerly and feel his hand wandering to my waist and hips. And then to my breasts. And my thighs. All at the same time. My eyes widen as I pull away trying to grasp what’s happening.
“What- how-”
“Steady now my little witch, everything’s fine” Simon answers in a velvety voice.
“Witch? What are you talking about?” I haven’t told him anything about being a witch- I never tell.
“You don’t have to hide with me Cherry, I’ve know from the start what you are. And your secret is safe with me, I have no intention of telling anyone.”
“But how- and what’s with the hands?”
“I’m a magical creature just like you. And these hands are- if you don’t mind- quite handy” Simon grins and I feel one of the hands mentioned dive between my tighs. I gasp- the audacity on this one! And then I gasp again- audacity AND the skill, apparently. His fingers move slowly on top of my pants teasing my clitoris. One of his hands (how many are there?) moves from my waist towards my left breast, caressing it. A third arm joins in and fondles my right breast as Simon moves closer to me. Fourth arm draws circles to my inner tight, fifth arm follows my jawline with it’s fingers, sixth arm tangles itself to my hair and Simon’s kisses turn my doubts into muffled moans.
His fingers work swiftly and marvelously and before I know it I’ve soaked through my panties.
“What are you?” I pant as I take a small break.
As a reply he kisses me again and I suddenly I feel the cool evening breeze on my breasts. I pull free from the kiss whispering
“But what if someone sees us?”
“Would you like that?” Simon asks and stares into my eyes with a glimmer in his eyes. His fingers choose that particular moment to slip underneath my panties and I feel my concentration slipping.
“Hmm? I think you would like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Mmmmno, of course not” I moan my eyes closed, as his fingers play with my right nipple, one hand gropes my left breast, and two hands explore my pussy inserting finger or two on their turn. He laughs.
“You’re such a terrible liar. You’d love to be exposed like this and you know it. I think you’re just the kind of slutty witch I prefer” he says and inserts his tongue on my mouth and four fingers to my cunt. After a while he pulls his head back and murmurs to my mouth:
“You’re soaked. Your pretty dress is soaked. Your lips are puffed, cheeks are flushed and the lust just floats around you. Even if you’d leave now everyone on your way would see what a slut you are.”
One more finger joins the party downstairs.
“You’re clearly enjoying yourself. So why don’t you just give in to the hunger and embrace it?”
I can’t think clearly with his fingers slowly penetrating my pussy and then retreating, only to repeat it again and again. My legs are spread, my breathing is heavy and my boobs are completely exposed.
“Now I’m going to stand up and when I do, you’ll lay down, open your mouth and suck my cock as it would be the sweetest thing you’ve ever tasted.”
I bit my lip, smile and nod. Obediently I lay down on my back, lick my lips, open my mouth and push my tongue out.
Simon positions himself over me and penetrates my mouth. This position is a massive turn-on for me and as he focuses on fucking my mouth I slowly hike my hems higher. The shear thrill of being exposed like this in a park where anyone could see me, yet alone being facefucked by a guy who seems to know my kinks and uses them very skillfully is almost enough to make me cum.
“No you won’t”, says Simon and stops mid-thrust. He pinches my nipple.
“You are not allowed to cum until I give you permission. Do I make myself clear?” He pinches again. I answer as clearly as one can with a cock in their mouth and Simon thrusts his whole dick in my mouth and smiles.
“Now that’s a good little slut. If you behave nicely you’ll get your orgasm tonight, I can guarantee that.”
My eyes roll backwards and I force myself to grab the sides of the bench so intensely that my nails sink into it’s wooden surface. I pace my breathing to Simon’s pushes, let my mouth relax and just enjoy the ride. Simon holds my head with two hands, my chin with one as he plays with my nipples and gropes my breasts with another pair. I blissfully drift into the blowjob and focus on being a very fuckable hole meant just for Simon. As he penetrates my mouth over and over again my jaw relaxes and he can push his entire length to my throat. The whole concept of deep-throating has intrigued me ever since I heard about it, but never before have I been able to take in the whole thing without violently gagging- until now. Simon’s dick slides deep down and my nose sinks into his pubic hair as I slip into a state where everything else looses meaning and there is only this wonderful, amazing cock in my welcoming mouth. I forget all about our surroundings, and common decency vanishes entirely from my vocabulary. Somewhere outside my happy little blowjob-bubble I hear Simon’s heavy breathing and feel his hands work their magic on my boobs.
I have completely lost track of time when Simon picks up the pace. His dick gets even harder and his breathing becomes rapid, and then finally he grunts, pushes his whole length into my mouth and loads an impressive amount of cum to my throat. I swallow it all. Simon withdraws his dick just enough to give me room to breathe but leaves most of it in my mouth. I lick and suck it as it pumps the last of his load and slowly starts to soften.
I come to realize the situation- I lay there on the bench, with my tits and pussy all bare and available, with a dick in my mouth, and I feel reckless, horny and oddly powerful. Simon’s breath settles as his dick softens. He plays with my boobs gently, slowly, occasionally pinching my nipples.
“You’re such a good little slut. That was an amazing blowjob, truly a work of art”, Simon says. I give his limp dick a gentle suck in response and he moans quietly.
“It’s almost a shame you haven’t turned this into a highly profitable career. Imagine, you could just suck dicks as much as you’d like and men would fight over the privilege of paying you for it.”
My eyes roll backwards and my pussy pulses just for someone suggesting something like that. Simon laughs.
“Oh that turns you on doesn’t it? You like the thought of sucking random dicks and getting paid for it too? Like a good little slut does?”
I wriggle underneath him and suck and lick his soft cock with passion. He laughs again with this low voice of his and says
“Oh you’re a treasure aren’t you. And so keen on pleasing too. Suck me hard again and I might just fuck you somewhere before I allow you to cum.”
I give a muffled, eager moan and focus on the dick in my mouth. It stays limp for a while and then I feel it slowly stiffen again. There’s nothing else that feels like this- a lovely erection forming inside my mouth, reaching all the way to my throat. Simon stays still and enjoys the moment and I move my tongue along his shaft as well as I can under the circumstances. Just when it’s getting a bit uncomfortable to breathe with the whole, immobile length of his cock he pulls it out. I gasp for air, already missing the feeling of just succumbing to his needs.
Simon stands up and stretches his body. His dick glistens in the moonlight and stand up nice and tall in front of him. He grins and helps me up with a few of his hands. My legs are all wobbly, lips feel swollen and my pussy’s practically dripping with lust.
“Of dear, you seem absolutely spent. I think it’s best if we just take things slow and sit down for a bit to admire the view”, says Simon and sits on the bench.
Before I have time to go through all the confused and frustrated feelings about the turn of events- I mean he DID just fuck my face vigorously and compliment my skills and apparently NOW it’s time for chilling out- he grabs my hips and nonchalantly places me on his lap. On to his dick. Which slides effortlessly in my soaking pussy, on a one, determined push. It takes me by surprise- I did NOT see that coming. I let out a small sound, a combination of a gasp and sharp inhalation. Simon cuddles me like there’s nothing odd about this situation. He adjusts himself a bit, holding a pair of hands on my hips so I won’t fall.
“There. Much better. We can enjoy the view and you can just rest for a while.” Simon says and brushes my hair from the right side of my neck.
“Are you- are you serious?” I stutter.
“Shhh. Just enjoy the view.” He answers.
I taste his cum in my mouth. I feel how sore my lips are. I have his dick inside me and now, apparently, we are enjoying the view.
I start moving my hips tentatively. Simon tuts.
“Oh my, what are we going to do with you? Such impatience. You’re not going to get a permit of cumming tonight if you misbehave.”
I groan with frustration- it’s easy for him to talk, I just sucked him a lovely orgasm. I could stand up and walk home to my trusted army of dildos and play with myself.
“And yet you stay.”
My eyes widen.
“Are you reading my mind?”
“Shhh. Enjoy the view.”
He brushes my hair with one hand. I sigh and steady my breath. The soft summer wind blows by my nipples and leaves them yearning for touch. One of Simon’s hands starts stroking my inner thigh. Two of them claim my tits, groping them gently. One hand finds my labia and trails it’s moist folds. And everything happens in an agonizingly slow, gentle and frustrating pace, with Simon completely in control of things. I’m giving in and letting myself to be his plaything, just as I did before when he was fucking my orally. His hands get a bit more demanding, groping harder, moving faster, giving a bit more pressure on the touch. But still, his dick remains still, like I’d be sitting on a dildo mounted on a bench. As he adds more strength to his moves his fingers sink into my thigh and boobs with force. They grope and pinch and are bound to leave marks. They grab my hair, holding my head still. They move from my labia to my clitoris and when my pussy tightens around his dick he stops all movement and mutters to my ear
“Oh no little witch. You have no permission to cum yet. Tonight you are mine to play with, aren’t you?”
I whimper and nod.
“Say it.”
I close my eyes. I’m probably going to regret this but what the hell.
“I’m yours to play with tonight.”
“And you’re not allowed to cum until I say so.”
I bite my lip and force my pussy to relax. I’m so going to regret this.
“I’m not allowed to cum until you say so.”
“Wonderful. I knew you’d behave eventually”, he says and I can hear the smile in his voice. His hands start moving again and this time when one of them reaches my clitoris I’m prepared and instead of following my urges I sink into some sort of subspace where good little sluts get played with. And he surely does. I’m going crazy with lust and just want to beg him to fuck me but instead I sit still, floating in my heat and be his plaything.
As I embrace my role he starts lifting me up and down slowly. I stare in the city lights without registering any of them. His hands are strong and they’re everywhere. He penetrates me with force until he stops promptly. He places one finger in front of my mouth to tell me to be quiet. Then I hear it too.
People talking.
“Come on mister Buttons, you don’t need to sniff every tree in this park.”
Oh holy fuck. I know that voice. It’s my neighbor with his annoying tiny dog. Of course they just happen to pass this particular spot in the whole park. I feel Simon grinning against my neck.
“Just play along”, he whispers to my ear.
He turns me a little sideways on his lap so it looks like we’re just a regular couple having a sweet moment in the summer evening.
Mister Buttons growls. Simon makes tiny movements with his dick and I’m on the verge of not giving a single fuck about who sees me being screwed in public. Simon gently presses my head to his shoulder.
“Oh mister Buttons, there’s a young couple there, we are imposing their privacy. Come along now. How wonderful that the romance isn’t dead in this modern world..”
He babbles on and as they walk further his voice eventually drifts away.
“You did well there”, compliments Simon as he rocks me in his lap, his dick sliding in and out of my pussy without resistance.
“It seems that the park isn’t that secluded as we thought. Might be a good idea to keep a better eye on the possible intruders, don’t you think?” He says, grabs me tightly, raises up, walks to the other side of the bench and sits down.
“That’s better. Now we can see if anyone comes.”
And now anyone can also see me, cheeks flushed and being fucked.
At this point I just don’t care. Simon continues to fuck me slowly and the subspace swallows me. When he lifts me up and positions my willing body as he wishes, I end up with my belly on the bench, knees hanging on the air wide apart and tits flowing over the other side. Simon kneels behind me and pushes four fingers in my pussy.
“You are delightfully wet. Very good.”
He adds a fifth fingers. I have no idea how that’s possible but in they go.
“And very welcoming too.”
He fucks me with his fingers for a while and then switches to his dick. My gasps pace with his pushes and the only thing I focus in is not cumming.
Then the haze of being a plaything is pierced by another human voice. A male, adult, talking on a phone.
“So how about it? Would you like me to come over now that I’m in town?”
A booty call. He’s making a booty call. And then he sees us.
“- hold on. I have to call you back in a minute.”
He ends to call and stares at us. Then he takes a tentative step towards us. And another, until he stands quite close. Simon has fucked me all this time.
“Is.. is everything alright?”
The stranger ask, his voice more hoarse than before.
“Superb, thanks mate”
Answers Simon between thrusts. The whole situation is completely absurd.
“Miss?”
“Mm-hm” is the only thing I can muster.
The stranger adjusts his dick that just went full boner. Simon notices and asks him
“She’s wonderful isn’t she?”
“Mm-hm” says the stranger, unable to remove his eyes from me.
“Would you like to sample those breasts while you’re at it?”
“Could I? Miss?”
“Oh she’s ok with it aren’t you love.”
“Mm-hm” I answer, which is apparently the only sound I know.
The stranger sits awkwardly on the ground and touches my boob shyly. Simon slows his pace a bit to give the newcomer some workspace. The man in question grows bolder and starts groping. He lays on the ground so he’s right underneath my tits and I see him open his zipper and pulling his cock out. He starts stroking his cock and pinching my nipples. The sense of humiliation overwhelms me- how could a promising date turn into this? And more over- why am I enjoying this so immensely? Simon leans over and whispers in my ear;
“Because you’re such a good and obedient girl.”
And yet again I melt into a puddle of lust freely at his use.
“Good work mate. How did you like them?”
“Perfect. Just perfect” the stranger answers with breathy voice. “Could I, you know, could she-” he tries to ask, pointing at his erection and my mouth.
“Sorry mate, not this time. Go and make that phone call and save your hard-on to that lucky lady” Simon says to my surprise. I was certain he’d allow full use of my body but instead he chose otherwise.
“Oh man, not even a tip?”
The thought of a guy masturbating into my mouth while another fucks me from behind is unbearably hot. I open my mouth instantaneously.
“No can do. Maybe some other time.”
The stranger groans and gropes my boobs for the last time before getting up. He looks longingly at me when he struggles his dick back into his pants, zips up and walks away. I hear as he repeats his booty call, now with a more commanding and rough manner:
“I want you and I want you now. I’m going over, get undressed.”
Simon laughs, reaches down to my clitoris, starts toying with it and picks up the pace. His breath quickens and soon I feel him unloading his cum inside me for the second time. He pants and holds me close, all sweaty and hot. Slowly he pulls his dick out of my pussy, a bit of his cum leaking out to my inner thighs.
“Now is your turn. Lay on the bench and use your fingers. You can clean me up at the same time.”
I obey his instructions. Soon I’m in the position, my mouth eagerly open and my fingers ready. Simon leans over me, pushes his softening dick in my mouth and says
“You have my permission to cum.”
His cock tastes like cum and my pussy and I lick it like my life depends on it. My fingers start rubbing my clitoris and all the bottled up lust turns into a mind-melting orgasm. I let out an animalistic yawl which is luckily muffled by Simon’s dick. He laughs and says
“Such a good little slut.”
Later on we cuddle on the bench, his fingers idly playing with my nipples and sinking into my pussy now and then. A thought arises in my mind and I ask
“Did the stranger see your hands?”
“Only two of them. I can hide them from sight quite easily.”
He inserts three fingers in my pussy and pulls them away. I continue
“Why didn’t you let him fuck my mouth? I’m just confused- you had just told me how it’s a shame that I don’t give blow jobs to some randos and then you deny it.”
“I told you before- you’re mine tonight to do as I please. You can go around and suck cocks any other night if you wish but tonight you’re all mine.” Simon says an inserts four fingers. I gasp and mutter
“What are you Simon”
“I’m someone with a wonderful plaything” he says and gently leads my head towards his dick.
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[FM] 19F Anal beginnings
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I had my first real anal experience with my now ex bf from my college. We started as just sex friends, then began dating more. We had sex often, even in public.
One night I gave him a bj in the parking garage before our classes started. I can be pretty kinky lol. Swallowed his cum then we walked to class holding hands.
Then Monday we both had off.
I’ve tried anal twice before that, but the guy never finished in me as I had him stop because it hurt and I wasn’t big into anal then. Well that all changed Monday.
Monday I slept at his place. So we decided to have sex all day. As he was fucking me, he asked if I had ever done anal. I guess in the heat of the moment I said yes but I didn’t explain that I’ve only tried it. Then I asked him if he had lube. He didn't, so I had him spit in my asshole to lube it up, and stick a few fingers in to losen it up for his thick cock.
So I’m in doggy style taking his dick in my ass. And it actually felt amazing. I was rubbing my clit at the same time which added so much pleasure to it. And he kept saying how sexy I was and how good it felt to be in my butt.
I orgasmed really hard. And a few minutes later he came in my butt. I could feel his dick swell up and pulsate as his big load was emptied into my butt. Then he slowly pulled out.
In my post orgasm state it didn’t dawn on me that my ass would probably be sore afterwards. Well a few hours later, I had a study sesh with some girlfriends and I realized my butthole was quite sore! And my thong rubbing it didn’t help lol. Plus cum started to leak out of my butt!
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The days I caught my sister and her friend. FF/MF
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The first time it happened I guess I just didn't understand what they were doing. Mum and Dad had gone away, my sister was looking after me and she had her friend Lyndsay over for the night. Before I go on this is nothing about family love, sorry to disappoint but it is a true story.
I had got up in the night and went downstairs to get a drink, I remember when I got to the door to the living room I could hear noises, I quietly opened the door and poked my head round. I remember seeing Lyndsay topless, sitting on my sister's knee. They were kissing. I can't say it was hot because I had no clue at that time what they were doing. I walked into the room and they both covered up quickly. My sister yelled at me but Lyndsay was pissing her pants laughing. My sister would later come to my room and swear me to secrecy.
Wind the clock forward a lot of years, my sister was happily married, Lyndsay was happily divorced and I was happily a horn dog. Lyndsay was throwing a party to celebrate her divorce and my sister had asked if I could go along as I was on leave from the Navy. Lyndsay said yes straight away.
In the early days Lyndsay was fairly plain, beautiful red hair, and a gorgeous slim body. The years had been kind to her, the more mature version added sexy mom bod into the mix. She had also become very touchy feely as I would find out that night and she was definitely into sex and exhibitionism. My sister too had a mom bod, I have never looked at her as sexy but there was no denying she was very attractive, with rather large breasts thanks to having two kids. Both women had looked after themselves. Now back to the party.
Lyndsay, my sister and me spent a lot of the party together. I couldn't keep my eyes off her, the more I looked the more turned on I got. However the party was really boring. At some point I went outside for a smoke, and was at the bottom of the garden when Lyndsay came up behind me. We chatted for a minute or so then she grabbed me and began to kiss me. (I had wanted this for a long time) Her kiss was one of those you never forget, as we kissed i moved her closer to the garden shed until we were out of sight of the house, I moved her legs apart and slid my hand under her skirt. Her kisses became more passionate and my finger eventually met with her pussy, She would be the first woman I had known with no hair on her pussy. She was wet, so wet my fingers slid inside her easily, she kept saying what about your sister, I never knew why, I undid my jeans and took hold of my cock and rubbed it against her, I looked into her eyes and pushed deep into her. I started to fuck her, my hands grabbed her top freeing her tits and I began to savage them, biting her nipples and pulling at them, she came pretty quick biting my neck to stop herself from screaming. The pain from that took me over the edge and I shot a load inside her. We quickly sorted ourselves out, kissed one more time and went back to the party.
I was surprised to see my sister making out with a couple, she had the woman's nipples in her mouth and the guy was fingering her, Lyndsay watched for a minute then whispered in my ear "Hey you pervert, give me 5 mins then come up to the second room on the landing" I did as she asked and when I got to the room there she was lying naked on the bed, her legs spread, her pussy still wet from our earlier fuck. "I don't want foreplay, just get back inside me" she said as she stroked herself, I wasted no time, I fucked her hard, just hearing the noises she was making was making it hard for me to keep it together. I flipped her over, brought up on her hands and knees and fucked her this time pulling her back on to my cock, I was almost there, she had been cumming pretty much non stop then just as my cock began to unload in her there was a shriek from the door. I looked over my shoulder to see my sister in a state of shock. I couldn't say anything, Lyndsay got up and went after her, I went to the room I had been given for the night.
Deja vu time. I got up in the night to go get a drink, I walked past the living room to the kitchen, I got my glass of water but could hear something in the living room, I poked my head around the door, and there was Lyndsay and my sister eating each other's pussies, both naked, Lyndsay raised her head saw me and smiled, I quietly moved toward her, and as she used her fingers on my sister she took me in her mouth, not for long just long enough to send me away happy. I let them carry one and went to bed.
Breakfast in the morning I got to the kitchen, my sister and Lyndsay were topless and making out again, I kissed them both good morning then sat at the kitchen table and watched them both. Lyndsay suddenly burst out laughing, "I can't believe I have had both of you in one night" I looked at my sister and she smiled, we looked over to Lyndsay who had tears rolling down her face, she looked at my sister "You do realize when you ate my pussy it was full of your brother's cum" my sister just smiled "Yes I did and mixed with you it tasted so good" needless to say I had another erection at this point, left the kitchen and jerked off.
My sister and me talked about this incident many times, we really enjoyed the night and have never had any urges toward each other but I do think that incident brought us closer together over the years.
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A naughty Valentine’s date with Daddy and Dom. [M30]M33]F37] [MDom MSwitch FSwitch] [exhibitionist] [humiliation] [vibrator] [creampie]
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Part 1
“I want you to wear that little black dress of yours on our date tonight. The one with the slit all the way up the leg.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
L smiled and resumed getting dressed. She hadn’t had a date with her partners Adam and Dom for over a month due to their busy schedules not lining up. But tonight they were meeting at a private speakeasy to celebrate Valentine’s Day: the kind of place that only sends the address and password a few hours before. Daddy had called in some favors to get the three of them on the list.
It was a reward for her being a very good girl. Rare, for a brat like her. But she HAD been good. Well, good enough, anyhow.
L applied her makeup, a smokey cat eye and red lipstick, and took the hot curlers out of her hair, sculpting it into Old Hollywood waves. It was a classy affair tonight and she needed to look the part.
“Daddy, a little help?” she asked coyly, gesturing to the strap of her red patent leather stilettos.
“Of course, kitten” said Adam obligingly, getting down to affix the buckle of the shoe. After doing so, he ran his hand up her fishnet covered thigh, while looking up at her slyly.
“Daddy” she said in faux protest.
“Baby girl, I want you to put one more thing on before you go.”
L felt her heart start to race as he opened the toy drawer and took out a remote controlled vibrator. They had only played with it a few times, but never in public.
“Oooh Daddy that is very naughty! I love it.”
She went into the bathroom and affixed the vibrator to lie against her clit, under her panties. As she was positioning it, it turned on, and she jumped a little at the buzzing sensation.
“Daddy! Not funny!”
“I was just making sure it was charged” he yelled from the other side of the door.
She rolled her eyes. Doms really were the biggest brats.
She knew tonight was going to be…memorable.
Part 2: remember the password
“Shipwreck.”
The sliding window closed, and the heavy metal door opened. A bouncer in a suit gestured for the three of them to enter.
Candles lined the dimly lit hallway. The brick walls were adorned with paintings and ornate mirrors hanging from chains. L quickly checked her makeup as she walked by, smiling at how classic she’d managed to make herself look.
Not even a hint of what a slut she truly was, other than maybe the red stilettos.
And, of course, the vibrator in her panties.
Dom was in a charcoal two piece suit and Daddy was in his three piece black pinstripes. L’s black cocktail dress dipped just low enough to show the top of her ample cleavage, and clung tightly to her curvy frame.
As they emerged into the first cavernous brick room, all eyes in the room turned to be on them. It was hard not to stare – each of them were head turners in their own right, and together their appearance and the way they touched, flirted, and looked at each other almost invited onlookers to imagine them in bed together.
The bar was antique, made of carved wood, and took up an entire wall. A dozen or so patrons, all dressed in cocktail attire, dotted the room.
“I’ll get us some drinks” said Adam.
Dom and L made their way to a cocktail table. L saw Adam glance in their direction, grinning conspiratorially.
“Adam told me that he had you wear your vibe tonight” said Dom, leaning in.
“Yes and I have a feeling he’s about to – OH!” said L, her thought interrupted by the buzzing sensation in her pussy.
“He turned it on?”
She could only nod and cross her legs, while trying to control her breath.
This was going to be harder than she thought.
And just like that, the buzzing stopped.
“Fuck it’s hot just watching your face when he does that” said Dom.
“He told me I’m not allowed to cum until my second drink. I don’t know how I’m going to make it.”
“If it were up to me I’d make you cum as many times as possible, until you were screaming.”
“Well that’s why you’re not in charge of these decisions, Dom. You’re lucky we haven’t been kicked out of anywhere yet. You get me so fucking horny and riled up.”
“Excuse me, you’re the one who made me cum my pants at Adam’s work holiday party.”
L just grinned at him. He was never going to let her live that down.
Adam returned with their cocktails, each one garnished with a different herb. He explained the flavor profiles to them, ever the cocktail connoisseur, and then they toasted.
“To being fabulous. And slutty” said L.
“Here, here” said Dom.
Adam just rolled his eyes at them and smirked his signature smirk.
L took a sip of her drink and then immediately almost spit it back out. Adam had turned the vibe back on, turning it all the way up this time.
“Adam, Jesus! Go easy on me please” she said, starting to sweat a little.
“I can let Dom be in charge of it if you want.”
“No! That will be even worse. You know how he loves to torture me.”
The two of them watched her as she crossed and uncrossed her legs. She let her hair fall forward to mask her face from the patrons sitting just 10 feet away from them. She was concentrating, trying to hold back the orgasm she could feel building. She could tell her wetness had saturated her panties and was making its way down her legs.
“Good girl” Adam said, and turned the vibrator off.
L sighed and took a gulp of her drink.
Part 3
They finished their first round of drinks, and were beckoned into the next room by the sound of a jazz quartet.
As they entered the second, larger room, the band was on a stage to their left, the dance floor and tables to their right. A chandelier with actual lit candles was the stunning centerpiece to the dark, cavernous room. Couples swirled around the dance floor.
Adam led L and Dom to a dim corner of the room.
“Come here, baby girl” he said.
L obliged, and he tipped her chin up with his hand and kissed her sensually.
“Love you, my pet. I’m so glad we all get to have a proper date night.”
“Love you too Daddy. But this doesn’t feel proper, at all.”
Adam just smiled.
Dom came behind her and put his hands on her hips. He pulled her hair to the side and kissed her on the neck.
She turned around to face him and they kissed, slowly and sensually, and then began to dance together, swaying to the slow song the band was playing.
As they were enjoying this romantic moment, Adam took out his phone, and opened the app.
L felt the buzzing start again, on the lowest setting this time.
“Fuck. He turned it on again” she whispered in Dom’s ear.
“Jesus that’s so hot, you’re making me hard” he replied.
She pressed her body against him, wanting to grind against his erection like an animal in heat, but restraining herself.
He looked around before running his hand up between the slit in her dress, up her thigh, until he felt the wetness that had begun to drip down her legs.
“Mmm such a good slut for us. Nice and wet.”
She clutched onto him harder and moaned against his shoulder. She was really close. Her legs squirmed together and Dom had to partially hold her up as she leaned on him.
She felt Adam come up behind her.
“Not. Yet.” he said, firmly.
“She’s close” said Dom.
“I know. But I want to test her obedience” replied Adam.
L was moaning and almost squealing against Dom’s body, writhing in pleasure, fighting the orgasm but losing the battle.
“Ten more seconds, baby girl, and then I’ll get you another drink.”
She could only produce another stifled moan.
As she felt her pussy contract as the orgasm neared, Daddy finally turned the vibrator off. She felt the lurch in her chest from being edged. She pulled back from Dom. Her face was flushed red.
“Such a good girl” said Adam, in a low growl. Pleased with her performance.
“Mmmm, our good little slut” said Dom, reaching his hand between her legs again.
“Ahem. Excuse me. Baby girl whose pussy is it?”
“It’s yours, Daddy. Dom, Daddy said no.” she said, pushing Dom’s hand away.
“Ugh, fine. I’ll go get us another round then” said Dom.
Part 4
“No no, you’re going to sip your drink slowly. I don’t want you tipsy tonight, my dear.”
L was trying to fast forward to being allowed to cum, but Adam was not having it.
She sipped her Manhattan, smiling a little at how ladylike she must appear with her legs crossed, hair and makeup perfect. No one had noticed their little game, just yet.
She looked around at the other patrons, mostly in their 20s and 30s, all of them dressed up to meet the strict dress code of the venue. It was an unlicensed speakeasy, but not a fly by night seedy operation – this was a portal to another world.
“Let’s go to the roof bar for a little stargazing.”
They climbed the metal spiral staircase and emerged onto the roof, which was decorated with ornate lanterns strung up on strings.
“It’s so beautiful.”
“Not as beautiful as you, baby girl. And Dom, you are looking incredibly sharp tonight. I know the focus is on her tonight, but I’m so glad we could go out the three of us.” With that Adam leaned in to kiss Dom.
L felt her pussy throb watching them enjoy each other.
Adam pulled away from Dom, and then whispered something in his ear, and Dom nodded, smiling.
“What are you two up to?” she asked.
“Absolutely nothing.” But Adam’s smile suggested otherwise.
She walked over to the edge of the roof and leaned her hands on the edge, looking at the lights of the city below. A thin layer of fog blanketed the buildings It was a beautiful night, warm enough to not need a jacket. As she was taking it all in, she felt a familiar sensation in her pussy as the vibrator turned on.
She took a deep breath. There were half a dozen other people up on the roof, including a couple enjoying the view just a few yards from her.
Dom came up behind her and put his arms around her waist.
“How’s that slutty, wet pussy of yours doing?” he whispered into her ear.
She could only moan in response.
“Shhh baby. If you’re good and stay quiet this will be the first of many for you tonight. Adam and I came to a little compromise about tonight’s…festivities.”
She nodded, biting her lip, eyes closed. Her pussy pulsed, her swollen clit throbbing. She squirmed her legs tightly to get better contact with the toy.
She barely got any warning before the first wave of the orgasm hit her. Her legs buckled and Dom quickly steadied her. A moan escaped her lips, and he inserted his fingers in her mouth to quiet her and for her to bite on.
The couple nearby began to look over curiously. Adam noticed and swept in between them, striking up conversation about the view, while dialing the vibrator to its highest setting.
With the voyeurs distracted, Dom did his best to manage L’s convulsing body as she bit down on his fingers and moaned desperately, animalistically, through the orgasm. Her eyes rolled back as her pussy convulsed and the waves of pleasure spread though her entire body as she came, hard.
When the pleasure finally began to recede, she looked around, panting. Adam looked over at her and winked, and turned the vibrator off.
“It’s ok baby, Adam distracted them, nobody saw. You were a very good girl.”
She turned and looked up at Dom. She was so glad he was there to help her. She leaned against him, panting slightly.
“But you’re not done yet.”
He took out his phone and she gasped as the vibrator turned back on.
“My turn.” Dom said devilishly.
“Oh fuck” said L, feeling her pussy that was still contracting and throbbing from the first orgasm, crest towards the second.
“Shh baby. Be good for us.” Adam had come over to supervise this one.
They stood in front of her, like bodyguards, obscuring the view of her from the other patrons, as L’s face scrunched together in a look of ecstasy and concentration.
“Oh!” she exclaimed, as she began to cum again, eyes closed and mouth agape, steadying herself on the ledge as Adam and Dom smiled and nudged each other watching her. Dom’s suit jacket mostly hid his growing erection.
She slid down onto the bench behind her, and put her head in her lap between her legs as she rode out the second orgasm, squirming but this time trying to get away from the toy that was now torturing her oversensitive pussy with its incessant buzzing.
“Excuse me, is the lady ok?” A concerned staff member had come over.
“Yes, just a little low blood sugar. We’re going to take her downstairs to the bathroom to splash some cold water on her face, and then we’ll get her some food.” Adam’s authoritative tone made everything sound under control, not giving away that he was the cause of L making a scene.
“I’m glad to hear she’s being taken care of. Please let us know if you need anything, gentlemen.”
“We will, thank you so much for checking in on us” said Dom.
L looked up at them in a daze. She was embarrassed that she’d drawn attention but it had also made her even hornier. She could feel the slickness between her legs.
“Let’s go back downstairs and get you cleaned up, my sweet.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Part 5
Dom held L’s hand as she descended the spiral staircase. She didn’t trust her legs in stilettos after two back to back orgasms.
They made their way to the bathroom, and she felt a bit of relief at the chance to get herself together. But as she went to close the door, a hand in the doorway stopped her.
Dom came inside and then shut and locked the door.
“I have been rock hard and throbbing for you since we got here. Please, please let me fuck that slutty little pussy of yours.”
She looked at him, the animalistic lust in his eyes for her, and forgot all about the fatigue and overstimulation.
She loved it when he begged her.
She pulled up her dress, pulled down her fishnets and panties, and bent over, over the sink.
Dom unbuckled his pants and was pressing his girthy cock against her in a matter of seconds.
He grunted as he entered her and began to thrust aggressively. She was soaked, dripping, but tight, gripping around him.
His cock felt so good inside her, a totally different sensation than just the vibrator, as he thrust against her cervix over and over.
“Yes that’s my good girl, take my cock baby, I know you love it.”
“I fucking love it, you feel so good, I want you to cum in me” she said, insistently, throwing her hips back harder.
“Yes baby but first I want another one from you.” Dom paused, still inside her, and pulled the phone from his pocket.
She felt the vibrator buzz once again, as Dom resumed fucking her.
“Fuck that feels good” he said, the vibrations intensifying the sensation of him sliding in and out of her slick, wet pussy.
They fucked faster and harder, her lust overriding her senses, until finally:
“I’m gonna cum so hard baby, cum with me, please” said Dom, needy and insistent.
“Mmmm” she moaned, feeling his dick pulse inside her, giving in as her third orgasm began, the vibrations pairing perfectly with the sensation of his thick cock thrusting hard into her.
“Fuuuuuccckkk I’m…I’m….I’m cumming” Dom barely managed to get the words out as he bucked forward, spurting cum deep inside L, as her pussy contracted through her own orgasm. The sensation was so intense it almost hurt.
They stayed in that position, panting, for a few moments, until L finally raised her head up and began to giggle at the sight of her running mascara and messy hair. So much for fixing her “low blood sugar.”
“Jesus, Dom. You really love a good bathroom fuck, huh.” That had been how they “met,” after all.
“I couldn’t resist. Watching you cum like that on the roof…I don’t even have words for how hot that was. I wanted to just keep getting you off a dozen times until you passed out.”
“Well I came pretty close to it just now. But I need to get myself together! I look a mess.”
“Mmm you actually look delicious with your makeup smeared, and pussy ruined by me, leaking my cum….
I’ll let you get fixed up. But don’t be surprised if we want to spit roast you later and I ruin your makeup all over again.”
She just shook her head and rolled her eyes. Dom was never satisfied with just one round, and he knew what an eager cum slut she was.
He left her alone to clean up. She stared at herself in the mirror and smiled. There were no boring dates with these two, only tests of her self control and sexual stamina.
Good thing L was a star student.
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M24 - Loads of cum stored - 5 days of edging and my balls are paining. - thinking if kinky ways to unload
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Have been edging for 5-6 days now and my balls feels so heavy and I even tie my balls so tight while edging. Thinking to unload today and want different ideas to finish off. Pretty sure I time jerk off will be enough to unload everything. Will have to go multiple rounds. So want kinky ways to unloads like like naked in balcony and jerk, wear my female friends dress and jerk, jerk online, etc. would love to hear ideas of you guys. I can feel the load and can’t wait to unload. I even love going live and people watching me 🥵.
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A ménage à trois part one [FFM]
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This is a story I thought I had already told. It is from a few years ago so I hope I can tell it right.
I was talking with my bf about sex and our likes and dislikes and we came to the conclusion that we both would like a threesome consisting of my bf, me and another woman. And so began the search. We talked about the things we like in other women and what we would like for our threesome. We ended with the conclusion that there was a coworker of mine that lived up to our expectations. I also knew that she is kinky and up for this kind of thing. So I sent her a text explaining the situation and asked if she was free that saterday night. I got a text back almost immediately agreeing and she said she couldn't wait.
We had some days that we had to work together before that saturday. Those days were filled with naughty smiles and flirting. One day we were in our storageroom alone and you could feel the sexual tention. We looked at each other, a sneaky smile appeared on her face. She came closer, whispered in my ear that she couldn't wait to see me out of my clothes, then took a step back, turned on her heels and walked away.
The next day, almost the same story. We were alone in the breakroom and this time I decided to take initiative. I sat down next to her and pulled my chair right next to hers. I leaned in as if I wanted to say something. While leaning in I put my hand on her leg and slowly moved it up. She looked at me with big eyes. I went up even further, putting my hand between her legs and whispered to her: if you plan to tease me like yesterday, be ready for some payback. I then pulled my hand back, slid my chair back and stood up. As I walked out I looked back at her. She was still looking at me but there were no big eyes anymore. She was looking at me like she wanted me right then and there. This was the last day we worked together before that saturday.
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Sorority- The hazing of Jessica (FFF18-22) D/S, CFNF, humiliation part 5
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I'm awake.
My eyes squint while they adjust to the sunlight seeping through my blinds. I take a look at my phone and see it’s 11:30am.
I slept about 12 hours and I still feel exhausted. I sit up hands on my knees as the reality of last night starts to creep in. I look down at the marker still written on my chest.
I was hoping that it was just all a dream. That it was something my sick mind conjured. The damp towel on my floor removes any doubt from my mind. Last night happened, things will never be the same.
“Good morning.”
My heart nearly flies out of my chest as I jump out of my bed. My head snaps I’m the direction of the voice.
“Sam? Jesus fucking Christ you almost gave me a heart attack!”
“Aww did I scare you?” Sam says with a giggle. “Everyone else went to run some errands, so I though I would stay behind and keep you company.”
“Umm….Thanks?” I say trying to be polite as possible. Confused as to what the fuck she is doing in here. Was she watching me sleep?
“Mhmm, no problem” she looks at the floor
I just stand there awkwardly. Not sure what to do. What does she want?
“So did you sleep well?” She asks.
“Yeah. I slept ok I guess.”
“Good”
“Yup”
Well this is awkward. Could be worse though. At least she isn’t bringing up last nigh…
“Like to sleep comfortable huh?” She asks as her eyes move up and down my body.
“What?” I ask as I look down. Realizing that I’m standing here in just my underwear. The bra I was wearing as a hat last night sitting in my hamper. I quickly cover myself with my arms.
Sam walks over and places her hands on my arms. “It’s ok. Let me see.”
I slowly and reluctantly let my arms fall as she guides them to my sides. Revealing my naked breasts. Sam leans back to get a good look. I can feel her gaze on my skin.
“Kate doesn’t know what she is talking about they look perfect to me.”
“Uhh.. thank yo….”
Sam steps forward, grabbing my hips and pulling me into her. She leans in and presses her lips to mine. Shocked I pull away eyes wide.
“It’s ok Jessica. You want it. I know you do.” She says. I swallow hard as I just look at her. She pulls me back in before pushing me up against the wall. Doesn’t matter if I want it or not. I really shouldn’t.
She grabs my wrists as I try to fight her advance. She pins them to the wall. My breathing increases as she looks into my eyes. She leans in, and this time I meet her. I need her. Her tongue slips in rolling dancing with mine. She pulls her lips from mine before making her way down my neck. Planting a kiss every inch as she moves down. My nipples could cut diamonds right now.
A small moan leaves my lips.
She lets go of my wrists and reaches down, grabbing the waist of my panties. Pulling them to guide me. She leads me to her bedroom. Pushing me onto her bed before locking the door. I sit there waiting. Thinking about what she wants to do to me. What I want her to do to me.
She goes to her closet. Grabbing a box and sets it on her dresser.
“Hmmm let’s see.” She says as she rummages through the contents of her box.
Finally turning to give me a devilish grin as she shows me what she found.
Rope?
“Lay back. And pull your knees up.”
I obey, laying back looking at the ceiling. Sam grabs my left wrist and loops the rope around it before moving to loop it around my knee. Tying them together. She then extends the rope, pulling it up and around, wrapping it around the bars of her metal headboard. She pulls it tight. Forcing my knee, and now trapped hand, to lift up toward my chest. She then repeats the process for my left side. leaving my legs spread wide, knees pulled up, exposing everything if I wasn't still wearing panties.
"Mmmm almost ready. Just one last thing."
She walks over to her standing mirror that it hanging on her closet door. She lifts it off the door and brings it over to the bed. propping it up and angling it to where I can see myself. See myself exposed, helpless, At her mercy. Light panic starts to seep in. What is she going to do to me? My pussy wet in anticipation.
"I'm going to make you watch. I want you to see what you look like when you cum. The faces you make, They're adorable."
She walks back over to her box, reaching inside.
"lets get started."
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[B/B] I (18) Got railed by my brother (19) while I was dolled up
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It was after school and I had seen my older brother in the halls. He was 19 and I was 18. I just started college and we somehow ended up in the same school. A part of me was glad because him and I were so close.
I always had been a feminine boy by nature. Secretly dressing in miniskirts and thigh highs and staying up late trying to learn to do my makeup. But I had to hide that part of me because of fear.
I knew no one would say anything but, it was a hurdle I had to overcome eventually.
My brother waved his hands wildly as he caught up to me. “Hey! I was gonna pick up some pizza for everyone… Mom asked me to. And I’m hungry as hell… What about you?”. He said.
My mind wandered to other things. Hunger.
“Well?”. He said, looking unamused of my lack of response. I was a quiet guy after all.
“Oh uh, yeah. Sure.”. I replied.
My brother shrugged and took me to his car and we headed off to pick the pizza up. He turned up the radio and blared his music— punk. Something I never really listened to so, it was definitely… Something. My brother was tall and lanky and the stereotypical punk guy. Meanwhile me? I was the opposite. Well, inside at least. On the outside, I just wore black hoodies with loose pants and kept my short hair kinda messy.
Nothing special.
We got the pizza and headed home and ate with our parents and talked about school and all that. My brother and I didn’t share a room so, I had freedom to myself like jerking off whenever I wanted without someone coming in. Well, my brother walked in on me once but he laughed. So there’s that.
I went to my bedroom after to get dressed up because it was just something that was like an itch sometimes. I had to do it. Can you blame me?
I closed me bedroom door and headed to my dresser and got my hidden skirts and tops out. And then the thongs.
I then went to my closet and picked out a light long blonde wig I somehow hid well. No one came into my room so I was fine.
I set everything on my bed and got undressed from my school clothes and stepped into my other clothes to feel like me. I never felt like…. Being an actual woman. I was just a boy who liked to express his feminine side.
I lastly put on my wig and looked at myself in the mirror. I felt like me.
Some hours passed as I was looking up different makeup styles at my desk and mirror. I found a style and had been working on my winged eyeliner I love the most. After I got that down, I got my red lipstick and put it on my lips. I got a lot better too.
I heard my brother walking around and thought nothing of it, really. Until he bursted right through the door with a pizza box in hand. “Hey! Want some leftove-“ he paused and stared at me in my little getup. Thigh highs and all, the femboy statement.
“Uh… It’s not what you think…”. I spat out.
My brother’s shocked face turned soft and warm. Which was not very like him. He came into my room and closed the door, then put the pizza box on my bed.
“Are you a femboy? I never knew…. You should have told me sooner. I wouldn’t have gotten mad.”. He said as he stood in front of me.
My face grew red, a darker shade than my blush I had on.
“You’re a very pretty boy…”. My brother said.
Was this platonic? Or not?
What was this feeling?
Did I have feelings for my own brother?
But that’s incest! What the hell?
I felt something down there rising.
Fuck.
I looked down and saw it standing up tall and proud.
My brother scanned my body and looked directly at my erection. “Don’t get too excited, now..”. He joked around. I playfully pushed him away.
He came back to me and reached out and rubbed my dick. I never asked him to. Maybe I was asking for it. Was that how he saw it? Either way, I don’t know.
My breath hitched delicately from the pleasure taking over. His eyes met mine as he continued to rub me. “What are you…. Doing to me? We’re brothers…”. I mumbled.
“I know… but…. I wanted to help..”. He said. I got up and turned around to show him my ass in my black thong. I had backed up a little bit too far and rubbed up against his crotch, seemingly he had the same exact problem I had as he was also hard.
He immediately pulled down his pants and I felt his dick near my ass. He pulled down my thong but left my little skirt on. I was a mess. I wanted him. Sure, it was wrong but… I’ve never done this before and wanted it bad.
He immediately shoved himself inside of me and thrusted deeply, in and out as I squirmed and cried out in pain and pleasure. He had to hold my mouth closed with my hand to get me to be quiet.
Which I’m glad he did.
He pounded me even harder, feeling him in my prostate as he went quickly in and out of my once tight ass. I swear, I was going to scream! To make sure I never did, my brother grabbed a slice of pizza and shoved it in my mouth. What the heck?
I hungrily ate it because, why not? Pizza is good…
He came inside of me, I never would have thought he would have done that.
He slapped my ass as he came. I squealed in pleasure as I took him in.
I even came too!
I quickly swallowed up my pizza and we laid on the bed together, cuddling. He played with my hair as we cuddled.
“Don’t tell mom or dad…. Got it?”. He said.
I nodded in response, cuddling into his warm body.
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[M/S] I am very attracted to my sons. Update 463. Part 2. Alone at last with Lynn.
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Time had come to a smooth stop and the world around us ceased to exist as we became a lustful entanglement of bodies. The air became heavy, thick and hot as the room filled with the sweet musky scent of two women at peak arousal. Our bodies were covered with a fine sheen of sweat and the only sounds were primitive grunts, growls and moans.
I did not expect her to be the alpha she-wolf, but she certainly was, and I was not complaining. When something I did felt good, she brayed "That's my good girl."
Even typing that statement made me wet.
The afternoon was a blur of us rolling around, kissing, licking, fingering, loving and touching. Many years of sexual tension had built up and was now fulminating with every moment.
We look even more alike while naked. I would definitely say my brother has a type.
The alarm on her phone went off. We had spent more than five hours making secret and passionate love and fucking with an energy that would not quit. She didn't even have time for a shower, she got dressed, we kissed long and deep and then she left.
I drove home feeling satisfied but sad that it was over.
Last night I found the boys playing cards on the patio. I wanted to be mischievous. Walking outside naked I declared "The high card gets your mother."
They cut the deck and Michael drew a ten. Patrick looked at me and then took his card. It was a queen. That seemed fitting. With that, I took him to my bed for some mother son bonding of the highest caliber.
**My sons are 27 and 22. I am not your mother and never will be.**
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[FM] Exhibionist dare
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A few days ago I create a little exhibitionist challenge for someone here on Reddit. When I designed it I didn't expect to be dared doing it myself. And how could I give others tasks I wouldn't do myself? So just the next day I already asked my Bf if he would be interested into some public play and when he was like hell yes I pitched the full idea. I basically could see how he was working on "this is hot" and "this is risky" but eventually agreed to it.
So tonight I started preparing a playlist, it contained 10 song that had a total of 31:46 minutes \~ So that will be the time of my challenge. Then we got everything together, first my tail plug, he loved pushing it in - he told me he had one ex who would have done that and since then never touched a plug - that made me feel a little special :D then we packed the bag of toys - two dildos, one vibe I tied my rope harness, gagged myself and put a coat over together with a mask.
It wasn't mentioned in my task, but he also locked my collar on me \~ it's like a little plaything of me and my bf where whenever it's locked I have to "earn" my way out. So this little gesture made it all much more serious for meThe park is about 15 minutes away, so we walked, he talked a bit but I was unable to response, so after the initial 5 minutes thing went silent. We arrived without problems in the park, sure we walked past a few people. But no one noticed - the most obvious thing was probably me blushing and trying to avoid looking at them.
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It took us a few minutes to find the restroom, and then we went silent, just listening. To make things more fun, we let him wait outside before I approached the male section and went in. I took the last stall and entered, closing the door but not locking. I started but removing the coat and mask before laying out my toys on the ground and sit myself on the toilet. Then I pulled out my blindfold and headphones and put both on. I got quite good ones with noise-canceling, so the silent before I started the music was very frightening. My hearth was pounding so fast, knowing I will stay like this for the next 30 minutes. I went so horny i started to play a little bit with myself, the total darkness almost made me forget where i was. But still i always tried to keep it silent and slow..
The only thing i was concentrating on was the songs, counting how much ended, trying to think where i am in the song.. How much time i will have to stay. Finally, the last song started to play it was both a feeling of relieve and being restrained, knowing it will be over soon made it just even harder to endure, but finally after over half an hour the music went blank and i was removing the blindfold and headphones.
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My eyes needed some time to get used to the light. And i used the time to hear if someone is around before walking outside the stall. My legs were shaking as i stand there in the middle of the men's restroom, completely nude and one dildo in my hand. i carefully started to play with myself , it started to feel very good, but while is was trying to make myself cum i noticed someone enter the room. My first reacting was that my legs just gave in.But i realized in relief it was just my boyfriend.. Who just panic-struck grabbed my arm and pushed me back into the stall.. just seconds later i started hearing voices getting louder as two guys entered the restroom and while is still was concentrating on their voices i already felt my bf shoving his hard dick into me.
Honestly that was enough to make me cum in an instant but he just started to fuck me from behind, and even tho i was still gagged, he held his hand in front of my mouth.. i think that was one of the hottest situation in public i had. He didn't take long to finish either, and we collected our stuff, I got dressed and we left.
On the way back we cheated a little as he removed my gag too \~ telling me how he stayed outside for the half hour even tho someone entered but when he saw that the time was up, and he saw these two guys approach he couldn't stay. And I think that was so awesome -even tho he didn't have to turn it into THAT kind of situation xDBut I'm also not complainingAnd even tho we removed the gag, the cum running down my leg under the coat made it much more risky and embarrassing than the gag would ever have\~
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Monster office: Slime. [m23xf999][monster girl][slime girl][slimy sex][body transformation][creampie][blowjob][multiple orgasms][footjob][tonguejob][bent over desk][doggy style][boobjob]
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I walked into the office today to the weirdest sight. There were two Danicas talking to each other.
Two of the well-dressed short stacked goblin ladies were having a conversation and laughing. I walked up to them to find out what was going on.
“Hey Michael, meet Ali.” she gestured to the other Danica. “She's a friend of mone.”
I put out a hand. “Nice to meet you.”
She put her hand into mine. Then her skin started to bubble and morph into a whirlwind of multicolored gel until she turned into her normal form. She was a cute short woman made of sheen purple slime. While she lacked colors, her facial definition was clear enough to see her big cute eyes and soft smile.
Her naked form was soft, and curvy, with big breasts that jiggled with every movement. She was a bigger girl but that just made her cuter, with soft curves and a delicious-looking body.
“So what do you do Miss Ali?”
She tilted her head and opened her mouth. What came out was a weird liquid sound, like slow rain falling on sand.
I blinked in confusion.
“She's here for you, can we go to the office for a moment?”
I agreed and we made our way to Danica’s office. She closed the door behind us. She locked it with a click.
She turned around and gave a nod to Ali.
“So Michael, what do you know about slimes?”
“Not much if I'm being honest, Ali’s really the first slime I've met.”
“Well there's a reason, they tend to stay in the countryside to avoid people. But some do find themselves among us. A lot of them are scared of people, back during the unification, people would capture them for personal use.” she sounded disgusted.
“So why is she here then?” I asked.
“Well, Ali is a special kind of slime. Most of them can feed on moisture, water, sugar, stuff like that. But she's a rare breed, she needs sexual fluids to feed.”
“Oh.”
“Right, and well, normally she comes to me once a month. But I'm not able to do it right now, and I think you could help her.”
“Is that an order ma'am?”
She laughed. “You'd be doing me a huge favor.”
“Well, I think I can do that.”
She ran over and hugged me. “Thank you so much! This takes a huge load off my shoulders. Just be gentle with her.”
I ruffled my boss's hair. “You got it boss.”
She ran to her desk and grabbed her suitcase. “Thank you Micheal, I'll be back tomorrow, take care of my girl.”
She headed out of the office, leaving me and Ali alone.
I turned to her and gave her a smile. “So, what do you want to do?”
She sloshed her way over. From the front, in her true form, you could see a tiny glowing red crystal floating in the middle of her chest.
She smiled before falling down to her knees and opening her mouth. I obliged her by shedding my clothes until I was completely naked. She jiggled in anticipation before taking the base of my cock on her cool slimy hand.
Her slime felt weird, but a good type of weird. She began running her slimy fingers against my shaft, coaxing it to full mast. She smiled before opening her mouth. A long, slimy tongue began wrapping itself around my cock, three, four, times around until it coiled my entire shaft.
Her tongue wriggled and writhed around my shaft, pumping it up and down. The side-to-side motion mixed with the up-and-down pumping was amazing. Her eyes stayed locked to mine as she worked against my turgid flesh.
I could feel my orgasm begin to churn within me. She could sense it and over her head down onto my cock. I was completely enveloped by her cool slimy insides swirled around me, coaxing my cum out.
I moaned deeply as I shot a huge load of my white essence into her. The pure white liquid swirled inside her down to her glowing red heart. She popped off my cock and gave me a smile.
My cock was still rock hard. She noticed. She pushed me over to a nearby chair and made me sit. She put her breasts on my legs and gave me a look.
“Bigger?” I said, warily.
She smiled and her body began to shift. More slime went into her breast, expanding them from nice palm sized orbs to massive melons.
“Perfect,” I said.
She pressed her breasts against the sides of my cock. She began pumping them up and down against my flesh. Each pass sent waves of jiggle through her slimy flesh.
It felt really good. Her jiggly orbs enveloped my cock entirely. Drowning me in a sea of pleasurable flesh.
I bucked my hips in time with her pumping. Her breasts sent out wet slaps into the air around us. It felt good, too good.
My cock began twitching within her slimy prison. I bucked even harder into her, trying to feel as much of her soft pillows as possible.
I groaned as I began to shoot another massive load into the air. Droplets of my cum dropped down into her pillows, onto her hair, even onto her face. The white fluid soaked into her skin and made its way to her core.
I was breathing heavily, feeling drained.
She swirled herself to a standing position, she looked brighter in color. Her definitions are more defined. Her curves are sexier.
She smiled before lifting up a leg, and morphing the end to a rather well-defined foot.
I think her slime was keeping my erection strong. She slammed her foot down. I flinched, thinking she was trying to kick me, but instead my cock penetrated into the bottom of her sole.
I moaned. Her slime swirled around my cock as she pumped her foot up and down my shaft. Why was her slime so wonderfully pleasant? It felt immaculate. Seeing my cock inside of her leg, pumping me as she went was odd, but worth every second.
Another orgasm blasted inside her. More white cream into her beating heart.
She released me from her gooey prison and sloshed over to Danica's desk. Presenting her curvy ass to me. She shook it while looking back toward me.
I think I could do one more.
I stood up and stalked my way to her supple ass. I didn't waste time, I took my cock in hand and pushed it where a pussy would be.
I pushed myself as deep into her as I could, allowing her fantastic slime to envelope me fully. I began stroking myself inside her, pushing deep into her false womb.
It gripped me harder and more pleasurably than anything else she's done. Feelers seemed to stroke me as I pumped into her. Fuck she felt good, I could do this all day.
And I tried to. For what felt like hours I slammed my hips against her soft slimy nethers. I could see my cock inside her. With every pass into her I could see her heart glow brighter and dimming as I pulled out.
My orgasm was fast and hard. I began feverishly slamming my hips against hers. Her hearts glowing became much more erratic.
I let out a roar as I shot a gigantic load deep into her. Her heart crystal glowed a brilliant crimson as I did. Ripples shot through her jiggly flesh.
After a moment I collapsed on my ass, gasping for air.
I looked up to see a strange sight. Ali’s purple skin was slowly turning white.
She sloshed over, knocking me over and holding me in a cuddle. She felt warm.
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A new drinking game? [F22]
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It was the middle of summer in Melbourne and I was at a party with my friends. The night had been going great, we had been drinking and dancing and having a good time.
Around midnight, the party started to get a bit wilder. People started to do crazy things and I was starting to feel a bit uncomfortable.
Then, one of the guys I had been talking to earlier in the evening came up to me and asked if I wanted to do something a bit different. He told me that he wanted to stand behind me while I was on my knees and pull my cheeks apart with his fingers, while other guys took turns standing across from me and fucking my mouth.
I was taken aback by the suggestion and felt a bit scared. I didn't know what to do and I didn't want to make a scene. But then I thought about it for a moment and decided that I wanted to do it. I wanted to push my boundaries and experience something new.
So, I got down on my knees and the guy behind me grabbed my cheeks and pulled them apart. I could feel the other guys standing in front of me, their hard cocks pressing against my lips. I felt a strange sense of power and excitement as I opened my mouth and let them take turns fucking my mouth.
I felt a rush of pleasure as they thrust their cocks in and out of my mouth. I was in a trance, my mind and body completely taken over by the pleasure of the experience. I felt a deep connection with the guys in front of me, as if we were all one, sharing this intimate moment together.
When it was over, I felt a strange sense of accomplishment. I had done something that I never thought I would do and I felt empowered by it. I felt like I had pushed my boundaries and taken a risk, and it had paid off.
The experience was intense and overwhelming, but I was glad that I had done it. It was a moment that I will never forget and it taught me a lot about myself. It showed me that I am capable of doing things that I never thought I could do and that I can push my boundaries and take risks in order to experience something new.
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[S/B] Getting caught led to amazing sex and real conversation
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I posted a couple days ago and that post was also the less sexy side of our relationship, this post is the sexy side. I explained that my brother and I’s relationship is no longer a secret, at least to our parents. Most of the day was pretty painful and we couldn’t get ourselves to be intimate.
The following morning on the other hand, I instinctively started rubbing my ass against him once I was awake enough to know I was horny.
I felt him get hard between my ass, I was basically trying to slide him inside me even though I still had panties on. I felt him start to move, his hands on my hips, rolling my panties down until I kicked them off.
I pushed back and he pushed into me. I fucking love morning sex btw. We kept a slow and soft pace, both of us moaning ourselves awake. I love to moan his name, it turns him on and reminds me exactly who I’m fucking, my loving brother.
He grabs me and moves me on top, reverse cowgirl, awake enough now I start grinding on him. Moving my hips back and forth taking each inch of his cock in my pussy. I hear him moaning more and more. Grinding deeper on him, I feel him cum inside me.
I get up and start getting ready for work, he tells me to stop and that we should both call out today. Which ultimately was a smart idea. We spent about an hour just being together, then dad texts us with an update saying mom is furious last night and wants to cut off contact until we stop.
Which sends my brother into rant about her being difficult. I kind of felt a little emotionless, I was spent after the previous day. We get out of bed and just get ready for the day.
Fast forward to the afternoon. He comes to lay with me on the couch. We start kissing. He’s already topless and I’m sweats, I know what he wants.
I get on my knees in front of him sitting on the couch, his cock is already out and hard. I quickly lean in and start licking up the length of his cock. I love to look in his eyes while he feels my tongue slide against him.
He wraps his hand around my head and pushes me forward, making me suck him instead of slowly licking. I wasn’t expecting a more rough mood but I was into it. He knows how much pressure on my head while sucking him is the sweet spot and he kept it there but encouraged me to suck him faster.
My hands on his legs while I’m bobbing my head up and down pretty quickly on him, feeling my chin get wet from my own spit. He starts dirty talking and I folded, my pussy got tingly and I tried to look him in the eye but I was still getting face fucked.
One of my favorite parts of our relationship is the taboo nature, so when he says I love you sis, or little sister or references it in anyway - I basically melt.
He started off by saying I was a good girl, sucking her brothers cock. Then he bent me over the arm of the chair and starting to spank me then fuck me hard. It’s not always the best but the chair was hitting my clit almost perfectly, that mixed with him constantly telling me I’m a slutty sister for him. I came really fucking hard and he quickly followed, again inside me.
We went back to the bedroom to cuddle. He told me that it was just getting his frustration out, I completely understood and that’s what led us to talking about what a lot of you had mentioned in response to my last post.
We do believe in our love as boyfriend/girlfriend as well as siblings. We said it’s a more elevated version of dating.
We are frustrated with our parents but also when applying rational logic, they’re opinion makes sense.
We are planning to include our parents in our lives and not cut them out if possible.
We would like to have children eventually, yes.
We are not planning to ever post nudes or videos of ourselves.
I do love all the interest in our relationship, I want to share how fun and amazing it is as well as the down sides.
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I (19) [F] spent the weekend topless
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Basically my bf bought this big timed lock box thing that’s made to like put your electronics in for a certain period of time. We did this a week ago where he locked all my bottoms in it but it’s a lot harder to do that with tops, so we only did it for a weekend
So basically on Friday night he took all of my shirts, dresses, jackets, hoodies, and bras and locked them all in the box, and set the timer for 2 days. We can’t really go shopping or in a lot of public places, but we still had to make it fun.
Saturday:
It’s feels pretty strange to not have any tops to wear whatsoever. Like I’ve been naked outside before but when wearing bottoms it makes my boobs feel so much more exposed. First thing we did was we went to get lunch at a drive through. I have long enough hair that I draped it over my boobs while we were driving there to hide them, and when we got to the window I put all my hair on the left side of my body and covered enough that they couldn’t see my boobs. There’s a very high chance they could see I was shirtless but they wouldn’t be able to know for sure I was topless.
We went on a walk late late at night. Like 2 am. At this time of night nobody is around so we walked basically throughout the whole neighborhood. And just to be safe, I walked next to the road so if we walked by any houses with cameras they wouldn’t see my boobs past my boyfriend.
Sunday (today):
We woke up later than we wanted to today, but we still got to what we wanted to do on time. We got up, made both of us an egg sandwich, grabbed my vibrator, and then drove to eat in the church parking lot as everyone was in church. We specifically did it at a time where church was already in session, specifically because I’m less likely to be seen. And we parked far out of the way where nobody would be able to surprise us.
Before I start eating though I decided that this is safe enough, so I took off my pants and panties, and chucked them into the back seat so they weren’t easily accessible. And then I pulled my vibrator out and held it between my legs so it wouldn’t move. So I’m sitting in the church parking lot, completely naked, eating my breakfast, with a vibrator. It’s such a weirdly amazing feeling. It was kinda hard to eat and keep the vibe in place so when my bf finished his he held it in place while I ate.
Here’s the thing, we thought we had another hour to sit here until church got out, but daylight savings happened last night and we forgot to change the clock on the car. So right before I cum we see people starting to walk out of the building. We’re safe enough where we are that I slid my chair back and ducked down beneath the dash and put the vibrator back up against my pussy.
My bf then drove us out of the parking lot, but I was already cumming before we got out of the parking lot. It felt so goddamn good. I stayed curled up on the floor of the car holding the vibrator to my pussy as we drove home.
That was a few hours ago and I’ve been naked since I took them off In the car. My tops won’t be available until tomorrow morning so I just decided fuck it I’ll stay naked for the rest of the time the box has left.
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[FM] My best friend's dad
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I was 18 when we got a new girl in class. she (18F) was from the rich part of the city. We became best friends and I was quickly invited to their house. They had a pool and soon I would be there at least once a week enjoying the pool with her and her family. We always went to her room to change into our bikinis. Our bodies were nicely developed and when he was around, her dad would always compliment us with our bikinis and nice bodies. To her it was a bit weird, but I always enjoyed the compliments.
A few months later her dad changed jobs and was home more often during the day time. At the same time my friend got more into sports and would be gone for a match during the day or in the weekend. I can remember we were in their kitchen having a snack and a drink, when I said I missed swimming, as her and I did see each other less time. Her dad's hand moved on my leg as he said I was welcome to swim even if my friend wasn't around. I was happy to hear that, so I did.
Once or twice a week I went there, swimming, with just the dad around, he would invite me into the kitchen for snack and drink. While we talked, his hand would slide over my legs, which became his hands on my back, my ass and then between my legs, on the wet spot of my bikini bottom. Things changed, I wanted to be around him, feeling his hand play with my privates.
The time he removed the fabric, the moment he pushed his finger inside me, when he set me on the kitchen table and kissed me down there. The time we both went swimming, his hands all over my body, our first time nude swimming, when I saw his dick for the first time. The first time I jerked him, seeing his juice shoot out, our first french kiss, our first 69, my first deep throat, my first real fuck with a real daddy. God, I loved him, I started hating his wife for being married to him. Things got messed up when his wife and my friend got home, the match had been canceled, and he was fucking me in my friend's bed.
I still miss them both.
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Vacation - ch.6 - Full Circle
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Because of what I can assume is character limits, I am adding the links to the parts of the final chapter that are posted on my profile
Enjoy!
https://www.reddit.com/user/DrkDrms/comments/11oo6vt/vacation_ch_6_full_circle_pt1/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf
https://www.reddit.com/user/DrkDrms/comments/11oo8gm/vacation_ch_6_full_circle_pt2/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf
https://www.reddit.com/user/DrkDrms/comments/11oo9qe/vacation_ch6_full_circle_pt3/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf
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[M/S] I am very attracted to my sons. Update 373. Sweet, spicy and sexually impulsive.
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Quickly and carefully, I sliced mangos and chilis as I listened to music. My phone was on the opposite side of the kitchen, and it began to ring. Not wanting to stop what I was doing, I called for my younger son to tell me who was calling.
He picked it up and said, "Mom, it's Andrea."
As if a switch had flipped, I became wet and randy. "Answer it, Baby."
He did as he was told and I yelled, "Tell her I will be there in a moment."
Michael did as I asked, and the two started politely conversing. My spontaneous plan came to fruition quite quickly. Walking into the living room, I placed my index finger to my lips and then knelt before my handsome son.
He was telling Andrea about his classes, and I pulled out his big and satisfying cock. Our eyes locked and I took it in my mouth. In that moment, I did not feel like his mom or even his lover; I felt like his whore, and I was going to please him.
My hands were still covered in the sweet mango juice and the spicy juices of the chilis as I wrapped them around his sturdy dick. Michael squirmed and tried desperately to converse normally as he received a motherly sucking and the juices soaked into the thin skin of his cock and his balls.
These moments feel maternal and loving, as well as sexual and arousing. Cupping and caressing his heavy balls, I licked the head and took the shaft to my throat. My nails pressed against his ass, and he struggled to sound normal on the phone.
Michael knew his wicked mother was not going to stop until he burst forth his hot reward. He rubbed his foot on the rug and his breathing increased. Momentarily, I paused and looked at him before flicking my tongue. As soon as I sucked it into my mouth, I knew he would cum.
"Uh huh, yeah...yeah...uh yeah..." Is all he seemed to be capable of saying.
His hips lifted, driving his powerful cock deeper into his mom's loving mouth and he began to cum for me. I took it all into my mouth and then swallowed his hot masculinity.
Seconds later, I was on the phone chatting with Andrea and doing more prep work for dinner.
**My sons are 22 and 27. I cannot help you seduce your mother.**
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Cum while sleeping
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Usually I don’t have sexual dreams. When it happens, it still doesn't end with anything. But not this night…
I was on some adventures, trying to escape from my stalkers, who was following me during a dream. Anyway somehow I could get away from them and ended up in some luxurious palazzo. With all baroque furniture, paints, statues and muffled light. I saw a girl in one of the living room. She was topples and warming up by the fireplace. I felt a bit embarrassed to spy on her, but this beautiful breast with strong nipples don’t let me go. So, I tried to come a bit closer, but suddenly felt somebody behind touching my shoulder. It was another girl with long black hair, her body was even hotter! Beautiful rounded hips, tiny waist and really big boobs. I scared that they undercovered me, so probably now I suppose to feel so embarrassed. But they didn’t tell me anything. Seemed like they even were happy to welcome someone new in their place. I freeze. But not those girls. they surrounded me and started taking off my thin blouse, short skirt. one remained on top, the brunette sank down. she lowered my already wet panties, and began to leak my pussy. I started moaning slowly. Meanwhile Another girl was playing with my tits. She squeezed them, and rubbed and after sucked my nipples. I started moaning louder and my body moved very sensually. Gushh how I wanted to be fucked that moment. brunette girl heard my thoughts and started fingering me with her tender, long and good manicured fingers. I couldn’t already restrain myself. I moaned very loud, I shouted oh god how this is good please more. Upper girl continued to suck the nipples and bite them, a lower one started faster and more and more deeper fingering me. We’ve been morning together in that ecstasy moment. I told them, I’m cumming , cumming! They answered yees girl, yes cum for us! And I started to cum so hard, than i even woke up and realized I still cumming in the real live. All my body trembled, but I didn’t even touch myself. It was so amazing! when i got up from the bad it was completely soaked by my excitement. Newer knew that it possible. Can’t wait for the next dream
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Ending up in the wrong shower [Str8] [MF20's] [Oral] [Public]
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*Context: Completely new here, first time posting just had this idea come to my mind, not native English-speaker Bit of a slow burn story, most interesting part marked further down*
*FULLY FICTIONAL STORY*
I was a regular at the indoor swimming pool of my town, so I knew my way around and was aware of the usual schedule of the place. Normally I would visit the pool in the evening or at the weekend. But this time, I had decided to go on a Tuesday morning, as I had the week off and didn't have anything else to do. The indoor pool is very close to a large hospital, so people who work there – particularly nurses – often visit it to relax before or after work. Therefore, the pool often has more female than male visitors. I took the bus at around nine-thirty in the morning, got off at the bus stop named after the hospital and walked towards the entrance.
As I approached the pool, I noticed some construction vehicles parked outside and some workers milling about. I assumed that there were some renovations going on, but the pool was open nevertheless. I walked in and saw a sign at the entrance which explained that due to the construction work, the ladies' shower room was closed and men were supposed to use a temporary shower container to make room for the women who could use the men’s showers instead. I didn't pay much attention to it, as I was focused on getting to the pool and starting my laps. I greeted the cashier, a woman in her mid-40s that I knew well from my previous visits and showed her my annual pass. She had a pretty curvy shape and was quite attractive. I often wondered what she would have looked like being my age. She asked me how I was and we chatted a bit about the construction work going on in the pool, but she didn't mention anything about the shower situation which I didn’t bother to think about. I then headed to the locker rooms to get changed into my swimming shorts.
Entering the swimming area, I noticed there were very few people around, as to be expected for a Tuesday morning. I caught a glimpse or two of some attractive women but didn't let it distract me from my routine of swimming about 10 laps. As I was finishing my third lap, I couldn't help but notice a woman sitting by the edge of the pool, her feet splashing in the water. She was sitting pretty close to where I would finish my lap and begin the next one. She was striking, with shoulder-length, blond-dyed hair, brown eyes, and a toned and athletic body. Her dark green bikini, which seemed to be a little small for her considerable bust, immediately caught my attention. I guessed she must be around my age, maybe a bit younger, in her early or mid-20s. Each time I came back to her after a lap, she seemed to be smiling and looking in my direction. I smiled back, but decided to finish my laps before maybe striking up a conversation. Once I was done swimming, standing basically next to her feet in the pool, I took a moment to catch my breath before talking to her. "Hey, it looks like you've been watching me," I said. "I can't keep up with your pace, I have a long shift at the hospital ahead of me," she replied.
We introduced ourselves, her name was Linda and she worked as a nurse at the hospital. She told me that her job was very demanding but she enjoyed coming to the pool to relax. We talked a bit about our regular life and she mentioned she hadn't been in a relationship for a while due to the demanding nature of her job. I told her that I also came to the pool quite often and that I had the week off. I mentioned that I was single as well, not particularly interested in a relationship but surely interested in women in general.
Linda then made a comment about how the proximity of the pool to the hospital meant that there were a lot of female visitors, and that I must like that. I grinned innocently and said that I didn't mind. I suggested we grab a snack or something to drink as I usually do after I was done swimming, but she declined and said she had to get to work soon. As I ate a snack at the pool's restaurant, I couldn't stop thinking about Linda. Having finished my snack, I headed to the restrooms located in the shower area of the pool. I noticed a male symbol on the door to the shower area, the construction workers, the management of the pool or who else was responsible must had forgotten to take it down or mark it. Without realizing that the men’s showers were supposed to be used by the women due to the construction I walked in and found the shower room empty. I went past the empty showers, locked the toilet door, but could not pee right away. I heard someone enter the shower and turn on the water. With the sound of the shower, I began to empty my bladder.
**JUICY PART BEGINS HERE**
Still lost in thought, I left the toilet, washed my hands and intended to go through the showers back to the swimming area. But under one of the showers, where I fully expected to see an unknown man, I suddenly noticed Linda, standing naked in front of me, her back turned my way, with both parts of her bikini lying on a shower shelf next to her. Her head was tilted back, she had her hands running through her wet hair and she really seemed to be enjoying the water pattering on her slim, hot body. I caught a glimpse of her shapely butt, involuntarily letting out a sound of astonishment at the unexpected and beguiling sight.
Linda heard me and quickly turned around, startled at first, but when she saw me, the brief shock on her face quickly gave way to the mischievous smile she gave me while swimming. Visibly shocked I couldn’t help but staring at her stammering for an excuse that this was the men's shower and what she was doing here. Linda calmly explained the situation to me. Now I finally realized my mistake. I blushed in embarrassment and feverishly wondered how I could resolve this situation when I realized that my blood seemed to be finding its way not only into my now red-colored face but also to another organ which slowly but surely began to grow in size. Linda seemed to enjoy my helplessness, taking a few steps towards me and beginning to shake her body more tantalizingly in the process of approaching me. She then grabbed the waistband of my swim shorts and said "hey, that's unfair, you snuck in here and saw me naked, now I have to see you without your swimwear too so we are equal. Come on, it's not busy here, no one will be coming in." As if in a trance, I obeyed and things started to take their course.
I pulled my swimming shorts down, stepped out of them and wanted to lift them off the ground when Linda already grabbed them out of my hand putting them on top of her bikini onto the shower shelf. She took my arm and dragged me towards her so that we both had the water of the shower raining down on us. The water felt nice and cool on my body which was getting hotter with every second. Linda put a nice portion of shower gel into her palm and pushed it on my dick which was close to reaching its full size. “I don’t have a lot of time. Is it okay if I just get you off?” she asked. Unable to speak I just nodded in response. I reached for her bottle of shower gel wanting to rub it on her beautiful tits while she started to work my cock with her hands. While being quite average in size it comes with a proper circumference which Linda acknowledged with a brief compliment. I started to cover her tits in shower gel noticing her nipples growing hard. “You seem to like them, huh” she said to me with that irresistible smile on her face. Before I could manage to reply she was down on her knees wrapping her breasts around my shaft. It felt so good gliding between her firm tits covered in shower gel. Linda picked up the pace while constantly looking up to me. Soon I started to breathe heavier trying to avoid any loud noises. The thought that someone could come into the shower at any time gave me a feeling of fear and excitement at the same time. After fucking her tits for about two minutes I was already close. She must have known. “You can cum in my throat” she said as she fumbled my dick into her mouth. “I’m already close” I whispered and with only a few decisive movements of her head she had me shooting a big load down her throat while letting out a big moan of relief. She swallowed it down like it was everyday-business.
As I was still wondering how no one walked into the shower during her performance, Linda quickly washed the rests of the shower gel off her body, straightened her hair, put on her bikini and left the shower area for the changing rooms. "I have to go to work, and because of you I'm late now," she called out as she exited the shower area and left me standing there, completely taken aback. After a few moments I managed to gather my thoughts again. I put on my shorts, snuck back into the swimming area hoping nobody would ask what I was doing in the women's shower. Then I started swimming a few laps, trying to process what just had happened.
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Getting to know my roommate - Update 4
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[Previous part](https://www.reddit.com/r/sexstories/comments/11na154/getting_to_know_my_roommate_update_3/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)
So today, to the request of a couple readers, I'm redoing the hand bra thing. I got up this morning, kissed sleepy Maya on the cheek and left our room with just panties on. I covered my tits with my hands and casually walked towards the bathroom. Jared, who was in the kitchen, saw me and said good morning. We had a bit of small talk, then he asked where I was going "dressed" like that. I told him I wanted to take a shower, and I shit you not, he answered "without me?". I was fucking stunned, I couldn't have planned that in a million years, and Jared seemed to notice because he clarified he only meant to ask if he could brush his teeth at the same time. It was a perfectly reasonable request, our shower curtain is transparent but a bit blurry so I'm sure any normal woman (that's not Maya) would've said yes. So I did. We both got in, I turned the water on and he kept his eyes on the mirror as I took my panties off. I knew the mirror was too high up to reflect my *bottom half* so I didn't bother covering my pussy while waiting for the water to warm up. But Jared was done quickly and probably expected me to be covering myself, so he turned around to leave and got an eyeful of puss. He rushed out of the bathroom while I laughed my ass off, probably scared of being assaulted by an unclothed female again.
That night, knowing he was clearly with me being topless-ish, I just put on panties and took a blanket to cover myself with before joining Maya on the couch. He later sat with us and I occasionally let the blanket slip a tiny bit, sometimes letting a nipple peek out.
With all that, I think I'll soon move on to being casually fully topless.
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Lust for the Warrior [fantasy][M20s, F40s][blowjob][light bondage][light domination][cheating]
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Even from my box seat, high above the dry, dusty arena floor, I could see the sweat gleaming on the toned bodies of the warriors below. It made their skin glimmer in the sunlight as their muscles rippled; each thrust and parry sent a shiver of excitement through my body. I haven’t been touched in so long, I thought with a frustrated groan. My husband had been abroad for almost a year, away at Court, and I was yearning for satisfaction.
I wondered what he would have thought of this, of these men with their powerful bodies and primitive weapons attacking each other like animals. He would have found it barbaric - and while, yes, it was crude and savage, there was something oddly arousing to the spectacle. The gladiators were skilled and fleet of foot, their attacks an intricate dance. I found my thoughts drifting to speculation of their talents in...less violent arenas.
I shifted my weight, squeezing my legs together to grind into my seat, and bit my lip. Thank the Gods for the private box! I had no interest in company right now, not when I had discovered the tantalizing appeal of oiled warriors. I signaled for a refill of wine and sat back to enjoy the show.
The fighters were from every corner of the region, eager to seek their fortune in our provincial capital, and their bravado and boasts before battle were half the fun. I cheered for the victors and vanquished alike, my focus not on the bloodshed but on the men and their graceful movements…and all the while, I ached, excitement growing. A passing breeze stiffened my nipples through my lightweight gown, while a stray lock of hair against my neck elicited goosebumps.
One fighter outshone the rest, his speed, agility and strength giving me shivers of anticipation. He was brutal and crafty; thoughts of how he would use me suddenly flooded my brain and I gasped at the vulgar daydream, shocked with myself.
Still...the more I tried to dismiss the mental images, the more I saw him: toned, naked, pinning me down. I bit my lip, stunned with my own lust. I was a proper noble lady, not some common wench to be used!
A common wench to be used… I echoed the phrase in my mind, savoring the words and the delicious reaction they had on me, as I watched the man closely.
The Conqueror, they called him, and conquer he did, dominating an entire mock battle to emerge the victor.
The thought of him inside me lingered and grew as the fights continued until I could take it no longer. I finally stood and made my way towards the depths of the arena, towards the entrance to the preparation area down below and the guest apartments beyond, then groaned in frustration as the crowd swelled, slowing progress to a painful crawl. Let me through! I mentally screamed. After endless minutes of slowly shuffling along, consumed by mounting tension, I finally managed to get past the main bulk of the crowd to the smaller tunnels used by the fighters.
I knew it was forbidden to be there as a woman, especially alone, but the overwhelming and sudden need clouded my thoughts. I had to meet him. I kept to the shadows, wrapping my scarf over my head as I avoided stares, until I found myself face to face with the guards manning the entrance to the warrior quarters.
"I am here to see the Conqueror ," I said confidently, drawing my dress closer around me. "I can pay." I extended my arm, a small leather coin purse dangling from my fingers.
The guards looked at me and then down at my purse and then finally at my chest, my stiffened nipples betraying me. A slow grin spread across their faces. "Finding a stallion?" one teased, while the other just smiled lasciviously.
I felt a thrill of danger both at my own boldness and at the men's crudeness. They each stepped closer, heavy scents of wine and sweat filling my nose. They were burly, much taller than me, and clad in leather armor. Repulsive, crude men, but I discovered I enjoyed their attention, a fire blooming in my belly as their gazes presumptuously roved my body.
"There's a tip needed on top of that," the second man finally chimed in, his grin widening. He stepped closer and reached out, hand sliding down towards my bodice. At first, I stepped back.
I am a noble lady! my mind insisted.
You are a wench to be used, some other part of me replied.
I grasped his hand and guided it to my breast. His eyebrows raised in surprise and then, hungrily, he savored the gift I offered, rough fingers pinching hard at my nipple. My eyes flared and my heart raced at the indignity, but a flood of excitement stilled my hands. The shame turned me on even more.
My breath became ragged and I bit back a moan as the other guard groped me as well - part of me yearned to press my body back into their grasp, but some sanity remained and I managed to simply hold myself still, maintaining some shreds of decorum. The air thickened with the musk of their excitement and I flushed, mind racing like a rabbit as I wondered if I had gone crazy. And then, I pulled my gown up my thighs, just enough to invite more.
The guard groaned in lust and pressed himself against me, his broad palm flattening between my legs. His calloused fingers sought purchase and dug into the sensitive crevice, rubbing my wet lips and slick entrance in rhythm. The stench of wine and dirt filled my nostrils, my nipples throbbing harder.
"This one's already wet!" he growled in approval, and shameful lust flooded me at being used like this by such coarse men. Finally, they stopped the pawing and gave me a soft push through the door to the gladiator cells, slapping my rear and chuckling to themselves as I left.
I felt filthy, but more turned on than I ever had before in my life. My husband was nothing like them, his love making refined, genteel and dutiful. These men, however, these common louts and their casual use of my body had awakened something fiery in my loins.
My legs trembled as I ventured deeper into the preparation pit, skin aflame as I gazed at each specimen of a man. Some lay prostrate on mats and blankets, sleeping; others walked along practicing weapon swings, faces tight with concentration. Their skins shone bronze, well muscled and taut, so different from my slender, slight husband, and all were nude or clad only in simple loincloths.
It was overwhelming, but my body craved the sight, tension building as I looked for the one gladiator who had caught my eye: the Conqueror. As I passed each man, my heart thundered and breath quickened, thinking of what would happen if I simply dropped my dress and offered my body to them. Lust burned bright in my veins. I couldn't help imagining sinking down amongst the fighters, letting them use me, savoring their hot, spilt essence.
I rounded a corner and froze, overcome with what I saw. This was the warrior from before; up close, he was even more breathtaking. With every movement, his bared chest rippled with muscles that shone golden under the sunlight filtering in from overhead. His blond hair was unbound and flowed over his shoulders, framing his chiseled face. One fist clenched at his side, and I found myself gazing hungrily at it, imagining him pressing it deep into me, and how my body ached for such treatment.
All I wanted to do was touch him, to feel those taut muscles beneath my fingers, but fear overwhelmed my arousal. He was so strong, so powerful...and I had risked so much just to be here. To use him - to have him use me - could lead to danger, especially if my husband found out.
The Court was an awfully long way away, though…
My thoughts were interrupted by a roar, followed by shrieks and yells. Two gladiators had entered the arena above and begun to fight. The Conquerer laughed at my surprise, the first sign he had made that he knew I was there.
"That's what we do, Lady," he said in a deep voice which sent excited shivers down my spine. "We fight."
There was challenge in his curtness, a sharpness to his stare, daring me to voice my desires aloud. Just once, to be spoken to in such a manner, with passion laid bare... Just once, I wanted to be used, an object for primal sexual need. My body flushed as I gathered my strength and willpower, forcing my lips to form the words:
"And do you fuck?"
I found myself stepping forward, curving a finger under his chin and pulling his gaze to mine. I was astonished by my own boldness and almost drew away, but then my breath caught at the feral hunger reflected in his blue eyes. How would he respond? What might he say?
Slowly, slowly, I leaned closer, until we were almost touching. My nipples tightened and I felt an instant rush of heat at his closeness. I glanced down at his chest, watching the pulse beating rapidly at his neck, then he met his lips with mine.
His kiss was everything I had hoped for: the strength of his mouth pushed me back, pushed my senses towards overload. I let my tongue slide against his, lost in a moment of exhilaration. When he reached out to cup the curve of my breast, I gasped into his mouth, unable to stifle a moan.
Finally, I stepped back, overwhelmed by his sudden lust. It was intimidating and intoxicating. He stepped closer. I wanted more. So did he.
I moaned faintly as growing urgency built between my legs and suddenly he was scooping me up, slinging me over his shoulder with a slap on my ass. As he carried me along the hall towards his private quarters, his hands explored my thighs, stretching my gown tight against my swollen, sodden pussy. I groaned at the teasing touch.
His apartment was small, but adequate and cleaner than I had anticipated. A small bed took up one wall, while an armor rack dominated the other, arrayed with his gleaming helm and chestplate. The fighter crossed his arms and watched me impassively, one eyebrow raising in silent, expectant command.
I sunk to my knees.
As I stared up at him, my vision blurred and I swallowed convulsively. From this angle, his burgeoning erection looked gigantic. No longer did I see smooth muscle and defined lines. I saw flesh, pulsing, erect, and my mind went blank with desire.
Slowly, inexorably, he drew aside his loincloth and approached me. His pace was unhurried, his smile ravenous, and I began to worry I had made an idiotic mistake coming here. But as the beat of my racing heart echoed in my temples, I could think of nothing beyond his cock and how it would feel to be speared by it.
He stepped closer until the tip of his cock was against my lips, its enormous length poised between us, slick from excitement. My head fell back as I opened my mouth, desperate to take him in. Instead, he slipped off his loincloth and tied it around my wrists, binding my hands together. I panted for breath as he secured me, realizing I was at his complete mercy. Was this safe? Did I care?
My hips rose as he stroked himself, releasing a few more glistening drops to drip into my mouth. He pulled my arms up with one hand and my dress with another, breaking the fragile chain of my ornate belt. Forget it, my mind screamed, you can buy another. I had more urgent matters on my mind. The rough cloth of his loincloth scraped against my wrists, the light pain curiously stimulating, while my garments fluttered to the straw-covered floor. Then he pushed forward and thrust his entire cock into my mouth.
“Suck,” he said, a single word in a commanding tone which sent shivers down my spine.
For a moment, my jaw worked desperately to take him, while I gasped in shocked surprise, but soon my eagerness overwhelmed me. Only the wrappings around my wrists prevented me from burying my face into his muscular thighs and sucking him in completely. He held me there as I groaned loudly, the taste of him fanning my desire. I pushed my tongue forward to explore, swirling around the length of his shaft and across the tip as he released a harsh gasp of pleasure. He smelled like leather and musk and battle. I wanted to swallow him whole.
My breaths came fast and shallow, my nerves tingling as the fighter’s cock disappeared again and again into my mouth. A bead of precum dripped onto my cheek, another splashed onto my chest, and my body ached for more. Despite my restraints, I sucked tight around his length, struggling to draw him deep into my throat, my head bobbing hungrily as he withdrew slightly only to thrust back in.
Over and over again he used my mouth, and over and over again I welcomed it, both of us driven wild by lust and wanton need. If he moved just a little faster, held me just a little tighter, I would be able to bear it no longer, but he seemed to know, keeping me dancing on the edge of excitement. Hot desire burst into flames between my thighs. I cried out around his cock, desperate to touch myself, but he merely chuckled, using my restraints to guide me to the bed.
“Down,” he ordered, twisting the bindings around the bedpost. I felt ashamed by how hot it made me, at how much his barked commands turned me on. I was like a bitch in heat, on fire from his terse words.
As he stepped back, I struggled, my hands bound tightly behind my back, lust warring with reason. I should leave! I told myself over and over. Allowing myself to be used by him was stupid and dangerous, yet it was too late. I could feel myself weakening, bending to his will. All I wanted was to surrender. It was written across my flushed chest, heaving bosom, my soaking pussy, and the warrior knew it.
“More-” I begged, panting.
Slowly, he spread my legs open. The movement took my breath away and my heart pounded wildly. Fear battled with lust, panic fighting desire. Before me stood the undefeated gladiator, the Conqueror. I was an object, nothing more, something to be used for his own carnal pleasures. He had won the games three times now, dominating the competition - and, suddenly, I realized I was giving him the opportunity to conquer a new realm.
My nipples hardened at the thought and I bit my lip to keep from crying out. I strained against the bindings holding me, but if I was honest, I didn’t really want them to break. The restraint was delicious, the lack of control driving me mad with excitement. And then he kneeled between my legs.
My chest heaved from ragged breaths as I stared down at him. I had never seen a cock quite like this one. There was a precise beauty to my husband's penis, slight and slender, but what the warrior had was terrifying and tantalizing. Thick, long and veiny, it suggested something primal and animalistic about its use. Would it even fit? Was he aware of its size? Or was he simply reveling in my helplessness, thinking me worthy of nothing more than being used? The thought made me wetter and I spread my legs apart more, whimpering, begging him to enter me, and then he did, with a slowness that was surprisingly tender and teasing. He held my hips firmly, stilling my yearning struggles for his cock, and my body screamed in need as I pleaded for more.
"Look at me, lady," he sternly commanded, and his lips touched mine.
I froze, consumed by shock. For a moment, I couldn't speak, could hardly breathe - how dare he speak to me so? But there was a magnetic tone to his voice that I couldn't help but obey, and I raised my eyes to meet his. His gaze was electric and I gasped as he slowly began to thrust in and out. I could feel him filling me, stretching me with each slow thrust and I arched my back, shifting my own hips to meet him. Slowly, ever so gently, he penetrated deeper and deeper, holding me close with his muscular arms while his head bent to my breast. I gasped with blissful shock when he sucked hard on one nipple, dragging his teeth along the hardened peak, sending ripples of pleasure through my body.
“Gods-”
My mouth dropped open and I choked back a cry of need. Pleasure surged through me, melting into waves of heat and ecstasy. I moaned, throwing my head back to expose my throat. He circled my swollen nipple with his tongue and then nipped at it, in time with a sudden, slamming thrust. One arm wound around my waist to hold me securely in place, keeping me close and pressed against his body, while the other fisted in my hair and tugged roughly, drawing my head even further back. His lips traced a fiery trail upwards to kiss at my neck and then he let out a low, guttural moan as he buried his face in my hair. He bit my ear. The pain was delightful.
I shivered as a shudder of rapture shot through me. Sweat beaded my brow and my back arched. Moaning quietly, I squeezed my eyes shut as he thrust hard, stretching me wide. Finally, his hand grazed down my side to tease my inner thighs before slipping between our bodies to stroke at my clit. Soon, I writhed beneath him, fingers digging into the bedsheets, thighs trembling, body rising and falling, all thought of self gone in need. My toes curled and I cried out softly, rocking my hips against him as he plunged into me again and again.
"Look at me, lady," he growled again, his voice a command my body could do nothing but obey.
So I did, lifting my eyes to his. The set of his broad shoulders was rigid, muscles bunching and bulging, eyes fierce and determined, and his strong arms encircled me possessively. In that moment, he wasn't a man at all, but some primordial force of nature dominating and destroying me, breaking down my inhibitions in a sexual frenzy. I lifted my chin higher, my breathless whimpers only encouraging him to go harder and he responded hungrily. He used me.
“Look at me, wench,” he demanded.
I liked that name for me on his lips. I like how filthy it made me feel. I dutifully met his gaze, my earlier reluctance nearly gone now. I was a wench, his wench, my body made for his pleasure.
He twisted his body, pressing his face to my breasts, slamming into me, breathing harshly through clenched teeth. Faster and faster he fucked me, plunging deeply, barely restraining himself from taking me whole or allowing me a moment to breathe. I was his object in that moment, there to be filled by his passion, and the thought enflamed me. I was quivering with anticipation as he flipped me over and gripped my waist. The new angle was deeper and I moaned, unable to believe my body could take his massive cock, yet eager to try. He pulled my hips back with each thrust, plunging deeper and deeper inside me.
“Come-”
I gasped.
“For-”
I moaned.
“Me-”
I came…
My teeth sank into my bottom lip as I writhed helplessly under him. Over and over, a waterfall of sensation, punctuated with loud cries of ecstasy as his fingers continued to rub at my sensitive clit.
“Wench,” he concluded in a satisfied growl.
My spine tensed as he held me tightly, using me to release his own passions in mindless dominance. I gasped and trembled beneath him as he held me firmly and finally, in wet, hot pumps, unleashed his seed to spill into me. I lost track of where we were, of who we were. All that mattered was his firm grasp and the urgent demand of his cock inside me. He groaned, the sound a primal roar of pleasure.
“Good wench,” he murmured, caressing my body as he slowly lowered himself to the bed beside me, spent. I felt giddy at his reaction. My body had done that to him. I had given him that pleasure and driven him mindless, not as a lady, but as a wench.
I lay sated on the bed, limbs weak, and for a long time neither of us spoke or moved. Finally, he rolled over and, with surprising tenderness, unbound my hands from their restraints. I was speechless, mind still reeling from the strength of my orgasms, but I eventually managed to form words, giving in to my newly unlocked, shameful pleasure:
“Shall we meet again after tomorrow’s arena games?”
He chuckled, cradling my breasts in his hands as he pulled me into a tight embrace. “Why wait so long, wench?” And with that, I felt a stirring at my back as another erection began to grow. I wriggled my hips, grinding my ass into his groin encouragingly. It seems I liked being his wench… and I had nowhere in particular to be…
My husband, and the Court, were an awfully long way away, afterall.
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Bethany's Confession [F23/MM29][rape, cons nc , threesome, dp, anal]
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Bethany decides to finally admit her feelings to her crush Alex. It was the day before the holidays so if he reacted poorly she wouldn’t have to deal with the consequences for at least a week. To her surprise he not only reciprocates but he wants to show her the extent to which he does right there in the office. They make their way to an empty meeting room for what is supposed to be a private intimate affair. Unfortunately for Bethany, Alex is a little too willing to share.
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**The Confession**
It was the last day before Bethany’s office closed for the holidays. As soon as the clock struck five she would not have to think about work for a full week of paid vacation. Of course that meant the day edged by. Every few minutes she would glance at the clock waiting for its hands to read 5:00.
The vacation wasn’t the only thing that made her anticipate the end of the work day. She had finally gotten the courage to confess her feelings to her office crush Alex. Tall and handsome- the dark haired man had caught her attention from orientation. They had a strictly platonic relationship but Bethany couldn’t help but fancy him. She wanted him to take her on dates to the park, beach walks. Treat her like a real lady. As a virgin her imagination rarely went farther than a makeout session in the park or drive-in movies.
Bethany was a stunning girl with blonde curls that framed her almost cherubic face. Despite her youthful beauty her body was well defined. Her large breasts pressed lewdly against any shirt she wore. This often pulled her male coworkers’ attention away from whatever she was trying to discuss with them. Due to her naivety she never took any notice which only made them stare more openly.
After sending out the last few emails on her schedule she looked at the clock and saw it read 5:01. Finally, she thought, relieved to be able to finally go find Alex. She left her things at her desk and went straight to the elevator to visit his office.
Alex’s position was only a level above Bethany in the company. Still, he got a private office and she was stuck with three other women in a shared space. She knew it was because he was a man. The only woman with her own office was the CFO and that was solely because she was the owner’s wife. Bethany never made a fuss about the arrangement but it didn’t bode well for the company’s opinions on women.
The elevator dinged and slowed to a stop at the fourth floor. Bethany stepped out and began walking down a hallway lined with doors to various private offices. Each one had the name of its occupant and their company position. She had memorized the location’s of Alex’s and would have been able to find it irregardless of the titles stamped on the doors. His office was the eleventh door down on the right.
As she approached the door her nerves finally started to kick in. She felt a growing pit in her stomach but pushed herself to ignore it. Doubts darted around her mind. He didn’t know she was coming- what if he was busy? The last thing she wanted to do was bother him. Pushing the doubts away she raised her fist and softly knocked on the door. Tap Tap Tap.
“Bethy, is that you?” Alex's deep voice echoed from inside.
The pet name made her heart skip a beat. It was a silly and childish name but it was the one he had picked out just for her. So she loved it.
“Hey Alex!”, she responded through the still closed door.“Well are you going to stand out there all day? Come in.”
A little embarrassed, Bethany opened the door. With her face still flushed with embarrassment she looked up to see Alex. He was still sitting behind his desk with his eyes glued to something on his computer.
“Excited for the holidays Bethy?”Alex asked.
Not averting his eyes from the screen.
“Yeah, I was actually about to head out but I wanted to talk to you first.”
At that his eyes left the screen and she was met with the deep pools of blue. Her cheeks started growing hot and she could feel herself redden at the eye contact. It felt like he was staring directly in her soul as he gave her his undivided attention.
“I really need to tell you this- it’s ok if you don’t feel the same way but I just need to tell you…” She trailed off as she saw a slow smile creeping across Alex’s face.
He stood up and quickly crossed the room to embrace her. She was so relieved. For one thing her crush liked her back! That and his embrace saved her from finishing the humiliating story.
“Oh Bethy. Sweet girl. I feel the same way and I am so happy you finally told me how you feel!”
Bethany was still speechless. She had expected rejection not acceptance and even reciprocation. “I really like you.” She finally sputtered out.
“I really like you too.” He said, smiling back at her.
“Now we have to do something to celebrate!”
“Celebrate? We could stop by the bar on our way home.”
“For what I have in mind we won’t even have to leave the office.”
Alex was still holding her and he leaned down and kissed her gently. Her lips stayed motionless for a minute before she excitedly moved her lips in response. Her heart was beating so hard she was worried that he would feel it. He deepened the kiss, running his tongue along the bottom of her lip. A pressure was starting to build between her thighs. Alex’s hands were running freely up and down her body. She took notice of the extra time he spent stroking her ass. He didn’t squeeze it, just stroked it with his hands. Nevertheless it still made her wet. Alex stopped kissing her and she let out a small squeak of dismay.
“Don’t be greedy Bethy, you're gonna get everything you want. Now I need you to bend over my desk”
“But wh-.” She began to respond but was interrupted by his finger covering her lips. “
"I’m going to show you how adults show their love. Now bend over and I’m going to make you feel really good.” Bethany took one more look at his ocean blue eyes and decided to comply. She bent across his desk. The gray pencil skirt she wore clung to her ass, proudly outlining the curves of her ass. She felt Alex’s hand rubbing across her ass slowly rubbing closer to her already wet mound.
“Alex, we shouldn't do things like this in the office.”
“Hush baby, you’ll like this.”
She heard the clinking sound of the waist of his slacks being undone. He pulled her skirt up so it sat bunched around her waist. Then a pressure rubbed against her mound still covered by her panties. It was larger than a finger and she realized with a horrified arousal that his cock was rubbing against her pussy. Before she could object he pulled her panties to the side and started rubbing his cock against her wet hole. The pleasure from the tip of his cock sent any objections she had to the back of her mind.
“You’re so wet for me Bethy.”
She couldn’t form the words to respond so her only response was a soft mhmm. Her predicament was humiliating. She had her coworkers cock rubbing up and down her pussy while at work. That was definitely wrong but the arousal between her thighs made her feel otherwise.
Alex placed his hands on her hips and pressed himself further into her. She cried out in pain as his cock penetrated her virgin pussy. His member stretching out her pussy to accommodate its length. Through the burning pain of her broken hymen a deep pleasure was building as he worked his way in deeper.
She did her best to stay quiet as his deep strokes turned to pounding but it was of little use. Loud moans were erupting from her throat completely despite herself. The pain had completely subsided as she fully let herself succumb to the pleasure of his cock. Admitting her feelings to her crush was the best decision she had ever made!
**The Betrayal**
The knocking continued as Alex pounded away at her pussy. His balls slapped against her clit as he gripped her thighs so hard she was worried they would bruise. To her horror he called out to the mystery person on the other side of the door.
“Who is it?” Alex shouted. His strokes never slowed.
“Matt from accounting!” the voice echoed back.
“I’m a bit busy right now but come in!”
Panic shot through Bethany and she tried to get up. Alex placed a firm hand around the back of her neck. Pressing her tits further into his desk and leaving her completely helpless as he pounded her in front of the stranger.
She opted to not look at the man as she heard the door shut behind him. The humiliation of the whole situation was too much for her. Not only was a random stranger watching her have sex, it was happening at her place of work.
“It looks like you are busy.” She heard the stranger say. Only after laughing at what should have been an alarming sight.
“We’re just consummating Bethany’s feelings for me! She told me she liked me and one thing led to another.”
“Look at that ass bounce. Girl is a natural born slut.”
Bethany blushed at the statement but it was true. Alex’s cock was making a wet slapping sound each time it entered her due to how wet she had gotten. Her wriggling had stopped and she was mewling softly despite her best efforts to keep quiet. This made Alex feel certain enough she wouldn’t try and run away again. He put his hand back on her hip gripping both of them tightly and used the leverage to pound her in front of the stranger. This broke any restraint Bethany had left as her soft whines turned to full blown moans. She heard the stranger laugh at her slutty sounds but she was experiencing too much pleasure to care.
“I think your whore might like it” The man said.
Bethany gasped at the harsh words. Alex noticed and turned his attention towards her.
“Don’t be offended Bethy. Whore is a compliment to the sexually liberated woman.”
Bethany thought about it for a moment. She thought about what she knew about whores. They slept around with men and showed off their voluptuous bodies. Right now, she was doing both and what was so wrong about that? Being a whore felt amazing. Alex was right, it was a compliment. Suddenly, Alex’s strokes came to a stop. Bethany let out a sad moan which he only returned with a chuckle.
“Don’t worry slut. I’m not quite done with you yet. Get up and come over here” Alex commanded. This time when she was called a slut she found it made her pussy wetter.
He sat down in his office chair and motioned for her to get on top of him. Completely driven by her desperate cunt, she obliged. She straddled his hips before slowly lowering herself onto his cock. They started off at a slow rhythm but things sped up quickly and before long Alex was ramming Bethany from below. In her cock-hungry state she didn’t notice how he had spread her ass cheeks open, making her asshole wink at Matt still standing by the door.
Matt didn’t need any further invitation to use the defenseless woman’s asshole. His pants were down in an instance. Bethany felt the tip of his cock rubbing against her tiny hole. With no lube it took a few rough thrusts to get his cock inside of her.
“Please don’t”, Bethany whimpered.
“Oh baby, it’s ok we’re gonna feel really good”, was all Matt said before his strokes became merciless.
Both men finished around the same time. As the hot ropes of Matt’s cum filled her asshole, Alex’s fingers worked at her clit. Through all of the sweat and grunting Bethany found her own climax.
The tears that fell from her face as soon as she dismounted were completely involuntary. She tried to hide the streams cascading from her eyes so the men would not notice. They heard the soft sobs and saw the glisten in her eyes but after using her so thoroughly they just did not care. Bethany gathered the last of her dignity and turned to Alex. She had come here because she wanted him to know how he felt and after it all was said and done, she didn’t have an answer.
“Alex, do you still think you would want to go out sometime?”
“Bethy I’m gonna be honest, you were an absolute slut just now. You let us use your body in ways no self-respecting girl ever would. I couldn’t stoop low enough to date you but I think you’d make a nice cocksleeve for the holidays. Just to keep things interesting while we’re out of work. I’ll text you my address later.”
With that his attention was off of her and onto Matt. The two men started talking shop like she didn’t even exist. It was clearly a cue for her to leave. Completely humiliated, she gathered her ragged clothes. The answer was disappointing but Bethany still found a sliver of hope in her heart. It made sense that he wouldn’t want her after seeing how depraved she became. If she spent the holidays with him it would be like a second chance. Maybe, if she pleased him enough he would actually love her back.
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