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My boss borrowed my wife [Cuckold]
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My wife and I first met at work. She was a temp secretary and was there for a few months while my bosses secretary was on maternity leave. Everyone thought they were fucking, but nobody knew for sure.
Fast forward a few years, and my boss (Frank) myself and another senior management member (Sasha) went to a conference. We were two days out from leaving when my bosses current secretary got quite sick and was unable to go. He had no idea what he was going to do as she was obviously important to him, when my wife offered to step in and come. They had a working history and she knew the business, so it was perfect.
Second night of the conference, and my wife is still in the hotels public office area working on a few things. I headed in and saw her standing behind him, rubbing his shoulders. ‘Don’t worry, she’s just helping me de-stress a bit he said’ ‘oh I’m not’ I reply as she winks at me. A few hours later, I get a text from her. They’re heading up to his room as a few more people went into the office space and they needed privacy (I wonder why)
I head off to sleep and suddenly my phone lights up. It’s a picture, from my boss, of my wife on her knees sucking his cock. No message just the picture. I don’t reply but I jerk off, cumming within minutes then going back to sleep. About half an hour later, phone lights up again. This time it’s a picture of my wife on her front, ass in the air, arms reaching back spreading her pussy. I jerk off again.
Sadly, no more pictures that night.
When I wake up, I check my phone and nothing. I jumped in the shower before I heard my phone buzz. I run over, no picture this time but a message.
“Thanks for letting her help me with my work last night, I needed that. I’m heading down for breakfast. My door is unlocked, meet me down here when you’ve cleaned up.”
I sprint out the door like a kid at Christmas, run to his room down the hall and find my wife on the bed, sleeping. The way she is laying I can perfectly see her pussy at what is oozing out of it.
No hesitation, I start licking and cleaning.
I head down for breakfast, frank doesn’t say a word about the night just gets straight into business talk until we are done eating. He then says ‘thanks again for last night, she told me you wouldn’t mind. I hope you know this means I can see her whenever I want know’
I just smile and say ‘Of course I know that. Now, back to that account…’
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I accidentally conditioned myself to get horny at my desk so now I can't study [F]
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I used to study from the desk in my room, but I can't anymore. I will sit at it and immediately there is a pavlov response where I get far too horny and want to touch myself. I get too unfocused and get no work done.
This issue started when I started touching myself during my online lectures. Everyone had their cameras off and was muted. Some live lectures can be so slow, the lecturers take so long to explain so my attention span can waver. I start daydreaming about more fun things like being gangbanged instead.
So I started masturbating to keep it entertaining! I did this sporadically at first but then I became pretty good at rubbing my cunt and cumming while simultaneously listening to lectures on topics such as simultaneity.
But this has become a problem now when revising for exams. I need to be focused now, but I try to revise and my hands waver and I get so distracted touching myself. I try resist but it's so difficult, my cunt still drips and calls to me.
I've moved to studying in the kitchen for now, I don't want to fail my exams because of this. As hot as it is that my study desk is now an auto-horny space.
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[B/s] My Final Post
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I know I always wind up doing this, making plans for writing these events going on in our lives and everything wouldn't be possible if not for this community's support but life always get in my way, and by the time I realized I promised to make the updates it's well beyond the due date I planned.
The number of things I could talk about from the last few years that my sister and I have experienced for the first time together could go on and on but I'll never be able to do justice to the beautiful woman that fell in love with me as hard as I fell for her with these posts. My passion for sharing my experiences has burned out for now and I've just been happily living in the moments with her, each night and day.
I'm sure switching my shift to match hers has given me less free time to relax but, surprisingly enough to myself, it hasn't bothered me as much as I had worried it would, actually I'm happier than I've ever been no longer on the night shift and spending my day with people. Hell, my sister is happier about it than I am which has helped keep our relationship strong. We're wrapped around each other's fingers and I feel like it's obvious to everyone but part of me doesn't care anymore if people know, I'll never stop loving her.
Secretly I want to propose to her but I think the rings would be a dead giveaway to everyone and it's not like we can just move to another state to be together, we both have a lot invested in our hometown so uprooting and starting over will never be an option, at least any time soon but none of that matters right now.
Sorry to everyone who thinks this post is a downer but I needed to be honest with everyone.
From my sister and I, thank you all once again for the advice to make this relationship a reality.
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[F/d] My Life 5 Years Later Dating My Dad
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Hey everyone. I never thought I'd post back on here but I thought I'd just get on and talk again. I think it's been 5 years since I posted before. Big warning first: I'm trans and have been since I was 12. It's who I am and have always been and it doesn't really impact me but I know people think it's upsetting to them. I never had male puberty and I no longer have testicles but I couldn't afford to go past that. I got a lot of threats and people yelling at me way back when and it's why I didn't post again. So if you don't like any of the stuff I just said, please don't bother harassing me again. (People accused me of some really bad things back then but I was only ever in a mutual loving relationship with my dad.)
Basically I guess in the time since I fell for my dad I grew up a lot. We dated for almost 3 years straight after the first time and it was a bit of an on again and off again relationship. I know I have a lot of mental blocks and instabilities that made it hard for me to date him, and it was hard for him because people actually knew him in town and so we had to hide it mostly.
It's not easy dating a family member and I think this sub forgets that. It's not normal to the rest of the world and I think some of the "advice" I got way back when made me jump into a lot of unhealthy and frustrating moments. I went through a circle of addiction with sex and some drugs and alcohol and had to move away from him for a while. It was almost entirely my doing but I needed space.
I tried to date people closer to my age and to have "normal" relationships. I never went back to school like I planned and I ended up just working for friends and doing retail jobs. I think I was hung up on a world versus me mindset.
I spent the last two years trying to assemble a real life and get things together but they never really came together. I ran out of money and instead of doing things I'd rather not do, I moved back home recently.
And what I walked into was love, again. My dad is always going to be my dad. I don't think I can stay upset at him and everything felt natural again. I think it's a type of love that I can't get rid of and I think even though my dad has dated other people on and off again like me, we always end up just more comfortable with each other.
Although I tried to stay strong, on my first night home, I ended up in his bed again. It just feels natural to us and I love being treated like, well, how I like to be treated. Most guys never understand that side of me and it was impossible to make a connection. It would feel weird to get explicit here but he makes me feel sexually unlike anyone in my life ever has or probably ever will.
I know this isn't a sexy story but I just logged in and everyone was asking me if I died. No, I didn't die. I didn't disappear but I needed a break. I don't know if my old posts are up or not, but I guess if you want to see a confused idiot rambling on, feel free.
Anyways I guess thank you for being here for me and supporting me. Thank you for not thinking I was crazy and thank you for having I think the only community where I can talk openly about this.
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Hot neighbor. The dog wants to play
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When I next visited Michelle, she was already wearing a collar. She decided to wear it every time we met. She considered the collar a symbol of devotion to me. Michelle considered me her master. The neighbor pulled off my panties and wanted to suck me right away. But I decided to play a little with my dog. I fastened the leash to the collar and tied the other end of the leash to the bed. Michelle stood in a dogi position with her mouth open and expected to receive my dick. I brought my dick to Michelle's lips. She licked her head. I moved back. Michelle followed, but the leash limited her movement. I again allowed to take the tip of the dick in my mouth and again stepped back. I teased Michelle for a long time. I got excited and saw how excited Michelle was. Juice from her pussy trickled down her thighs. She so wanted to get my dick in her mouth faster. She even whined like a little bitch.
\- Alain, let me enjoy you. I can no longer. Let your bitch give you an amazing blowjob.
Finally, I took pity and planted my dick up to the very tonsils. Michelle gave a fantastic blowjob. After a short time, I put Michelle in doggy style and fucked her in the pussy. Then I noticed that there was an anal hook on the nightstand next to the bed. Michelle followed my gaze and offered to use it. If a woman asks, why not. I put a hook in my slut's asshole. I passed the end of the rope into the ring on the collar, pulled it a little and tied it in a knot.
\- Alain, my boy, pull up more. My mouth should be higher.
I'll pull up another rope. The hook penetrated deeper, the head rose higher. Michelle looked like a dog with her head held high. Very graceful and seductive. I did not keep myself waiting and planted a dick in Michelle's pussy. After fucking her a little, he went in front and continued to fuck in her mouth and finished in her mouth. Michelle was very pleased.
We drank coffee with French rolls, chatted on various topics. Michelle said she found her old video archives. She wanted to sort them out and show me at the next meeting. I was intrigued. Having had sex with Michelle for so long, knowing her openness to any fantasy, I expected to see enchanting videos there.
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[F/D] I blew my dad after a concert
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I am 22 and my dad is 41. He is a single father and raised me by himself. He's always been heavy into alternative pop/punk and hardcore bands. I've gone to tons of shows with him throughout my life and the years. I saw lots of popular and not so popular alt bands throughout my life. We like the same kind of music and he is my dad but he is also a good friend. I respect him as my father but we hang out and joke together like friends. He raised me by himself and did a great job an I love him.
With the actual act of sex I don't really know how it happened. I'm not going to say when the concert was because I'm sure some weirdo will track the date and city. It happened a while ago and we haven't talked about it but I can't stop thinking about it. This band is both of our favorite bands and it was vey emotional to see them live. They haven't been together in a while and my dad even got teary eyed seeing them live. He held me up on his shoulders for like most of the show. I'm pretty short so I had a great view. My dad being there isn't what turned me on I just felt really fucking horny from the music. Maybe I'm just a weird fan but sometimes their music gets me horny. I'm definitely one of those fan girls with the singer and the guitarist posters. And like the whole show I was on my dad's shoulders and my pussy was pressed into his neck basically and every time he moved I would feel it and it was just turning me on.
When we were walking back to the car after the show there was just some intense connection. It wasn't just me because I could feel him looking at me. But I didn't want to be weird because it is my dad but my body was just craving it. I'd look at him and then he'd look away shyly. He drove us there so I did the driving to get back and I just kept looking over at him. Until I just couldn't take it and pulled off somewhere. We got out of the car and I just got on my knees and sucked his dick. I sucked my dad's dick after a show because wtf. Also I want to note that this was after a long concert. So he was sweaty and when I pulled down his pants it was like a strong musk of just sweaty fucking balls and dick lol. usually I would be turned off by that but god damn I loved it. He was hard as fuck and I gave him head. He kissed me after and touched my butt/boobs and fell asleep in the car as I drove him.
That's it. That's what happened. We haven't talked about it. We live a normal life now. I enjoyed sucking his dick but I'm not sure if I'd do it again. I've thought about sucking his dick and fantasized about it but I just don't know. That was a specific moment that built up to that. It's kind of like that one friend you'd never think about fucking but you have a special night and things happen. That's not to say my dad isn't good looking. All my friends say my dad is a hottie and he gets girls. I just don't think I want to carry on and incestuous relationship. I already feel fucking weird for having my dad's dick in my mouth and we kissed.
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[VANILLA, SOFT DOMMING] I (F21) had to strip naked in front of this cute geek guy (M20) so he'd understand I was into him
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I don’t understand Jason.
I know he’s not seeing anyone, so…
Either he:
A- Is not interested in me
B- Is *really* not interested in me
C- Is so utterly clueless about a woman hitting on him that he’ll miss hundreds of opportunities for sex in his life, bless him.
Any other woman, I’d say A or B, and “girl, move on”.
But (and I’m not trying to be a spoiled princess here) *I look good*.
There’s no point in being modest, it’s just you and me here: I’m hot. The long blond hair, the baby blue eyes, the gorgeous face, the fit body with some tasty curves in all the right places. I’d look good on a runway for Dior, I’d look good on a Playboy cover, I’d look *great* naked on Jason’s bed.
Unfortunately, Jason doesn’t seem to agree.
Or notice.
He’s the nerdy type, you know? I’m not sure if he doesn’t want me or if he is just too socially awkward to try.
He’s in my chemistry class in college, we sat next to each other on the first day and he kept muttering the answers to himself, like nothing the teacher was saying could ever be news to him. At one point the teacher heard his whispers and asked him to repeat it out loud, poor Jason went fifty shades of red, moving his hands around while trying to explain his logic, and me? *God…* I just though he looked so cute. Smart boy, fidgeting in his shirt cause he has all the brains but no desire for lots of attention.
*So cute*.
I watched him explain and gesture with his sweet smile, cheeks as red as apples and… *a thought occurred*.
*I wonder if his cheeks go red like this during a blowjob*.
Does he blush?
Does he get shy and nervous when a woman is down on her knees for him, opening her willing mouth to suck him dry?
Do his hands fidget in her hair while he grabs it?
I don’t know why exactly I though that. I wasn’t particularly horny that day. But there it was: an intrusive thought. Eating away at me.
And Jason was my type.
Tall and skinny with that beautiful dark hair and adorable dark eyes. And his smile! God, his smile! He has one of those good-boy-smiles that makes a girl like me curious: what would one have to do to turn that good boy bad?
I sat next to him many other days.
I asked him questions. Waited for him to teach me things.
I hated that class. I *really liked* seating next to him.
But something funny was happening: Jason was *never* nervous around me.
He was nervous around other girls, but never around me.
And again, ok? I don’t wanna sound like an arrogant bitch, but men get nervous around me. Dating is hell, cause guys hardly ever have the balls to approach me. Most of them assume I am out of their league, and the only ones confident enough to come over and say “hi” end up being those cocky gym dudes who are (90% of them, from my experience) jerks.
Most guys get nervous.
Jason was the exception.
It’s like he thought I was *so absolutely* out of his league, like a different galaxy out of his league, that he didn’t even care to feel anxiety. As if in his head there was not a chance in the world that I had just spent the entire class daydreaming of putting his cock in my mouth so desperately I got wet.
I was not a *missed opportunity* in his book, cause he never even saw me as an opportunity.
I was, however, an opportunity.
I was a done deal, really.
It was cute and funny at first, but a couple of months had gone by and I was thinking about riding this man way more than what would be considered healthy.
I couldn’t stop thinking about it.
He’d smile. He’d blush. He’d get a little shy.
And I’d picture myself riding him while he smiled, riding him while he blushed and riding him shy.
I loved his cheeks going pink so bad.
Also… He’d push his glasses up his nose anytime he was about to sound serious and I’d have to refrain myself from biting my lip.
*Which one is it, Jas?*
*How do you fuck a woman?*
*Do you blush when you go raw inside her?*
*Or do you go serious geek, sliding your glasses up your nose?*
*Do you get so shy you need instructions, honey? Or do you take a deep breath, make sure your glasses are in place and muster some confidence?*
I wondered all those things.
I wondered a lot.
Then there was that fucking article. Apparently someone, somewhere, made a study on how satisfied people of a certain age group (around mine) were with their sex partners. Turns out confident fit guys had the worst kind of sex. They were bad at listening, bad at trying new things and refused sex toys of any kind, as they thought toys meant they “weren’t enough” to please a partner. Their women were *not* happy.
And what do you know? Nerd and geeks made the best group.
Consumers were please, satisfied, five stars review, “10/10 would stay here again”.
These were the guys that *listened*. They *adapted*. The were up to trying new things and any toy under the sun. Hell, given the right incentive they’d be willing to *develop new toys* themselves.
That’s all great.
But now I’m sitting next to Jason thinking I never had a man who *listened*.
I had sex with three guys so far. I’m sure some people would expect more of a 21 year old woman in college. I honestly expected less. One of them was alright. The other two will forever be regrets.
I had more fun masturbating and part of me was starting to wonder how long it would take for sex to be *worth it*.
That article made me think I just needed the right partner.
A guy who, unlike the others, would actually make an effort to please me.
The five stars review 10/10 kind of guy, right?
Remember how I thought about giving Jason a blowjob on that first day and I wasn’t even horny?
Well, I got horny. And then the thoughts got worst.
I thought about taking his shirt off.
I thought about licking him.
I thought about all the things I’d do to him.
I thought about what parts of his body I wanted on which parts of my body.
It was great.
Yeah.
You know what would have made it better?
*If fucking Jason would cooperate!*
But no.
I would say “hey, you looking cute today” with a tender smile and homeboy would go “Thanks, I bought it at Zingx, they have a lot of gaming apparel if you’re looking”.
I accidentally brushed my breasts against his hands once and he jumped back so quickly you’d think I had electrocuted him.
At one point… I kid you not: we were in line waiting to use some equipment in class and he was trying to ask these girls in front of us how long they would take, but they were ignoring us. He shrugged, looking a little disappointed.
“So disrespectful” I whispered.
“Yeah, they should be done by now. I don’t know why they are taking so long”
“They didn’t even listen to you” we were leaning closer and closer together, to protect our gossip.
“Yeah, I don’t mind. I just wish they were done already” he smiled. *That sweet smile*. I think I may have been the one blushing.
*God!*
“Well I mind” I said, pushing him with a friendly shoulder.
“Don’t” he pushed me back with his shoulder in the same cute friendly way.
“I do. Cause I think” I measured my words and stared deep in his eyes “That a woman *should always* do what a man tells her to do. You know?” I whispered so softly any man would have heard it as a moan.
C’mon, Jas. Tell me what you want and I’ll do it.
Sit on your face, ride your cock, bend over so you can fuck my ass. I swear to God, I’ll do it.
Jason, sweet lovely Jason, however is more worried about the line than about the woman offering herself to him.
“Oh, they are done!” He jumps up moving towards the equipment.
He is not interested.
Has to be it.
And if I wasn’t this horny over him, I’d probably let it go and move on. *Learn how to take a no* and all that.
But because I am that horny, I decide on one last hurrah. If he’s not interested, I’ll stop it, of course. I just need to make sure this isn’t a case of a man being too oblivious.
We are leaving class when I attack “Jason? You think you could come over to my dorm room and help me with some homework? I’d *really* appreciate it”.
He checks his watch and (clearly missing the mark of what it is I want from him) says:
“Can we keep it under an hour? I’m busy this afternoon.”
*How could he not understand what I mean?*
I sound like I walk out of a porn straight into real life, no stops.
He is not interested in me.
And in ten minutes I’ll be sure.
But I need to be sure.
“Yeah, of course”
We get to my room.
He looks a bit bothered, like he is late and wasn’t planning on deviating from his schedule. But he comes in all the same.
“Have a sit” I say, pointing to my bed “You mind if I change into something more comfortable? Something in my bra is pinching me”
“Go for it” he shrugs.
And yes. I did go for the cliche “change into something” line, don’t judge me.
This guy is so oblivious, I’m one second away from touching his biceps and asking if he’s been working out. I am *that* desperate.
“You sure? You don’t mind?” I ask again.
“Not at all”
He gets his phone out of his pocket, probably to keep himself entertained while I change.
And change I do.
The door to the bathroom is wide open but I make no move for it. Instead I just unzip my dress and let it fall to the floor. I am wearing red lingerie chosen very carefully for this occasion. *I look good in it*. I look like I taste wonderful. I look like I moan gladly. I look like I can ride a man like a pro.
Jason stares at his phone for two seconds. It’s my lack of movement that draws his attention. His face wonders in my direction casually, as if he is about to ask what’s taking me so long. My almost naked body is enough to get him to do a double take.
His jaw drops. Not a lot though. He doesn’t give me that satisfaction.
It drops just a little.
But he does check me out.
Slowly.
Deeply.
My tits in the red bra. The curves of my tiny waist spreading a little wider to my hips and ass. And he does spend a lot of time staring at my small panties barely covering my pussy.
“I’m sorry” he stutters, snapping out of it. Takes him a second to look away.
“It’s ok” I smile.
*He might be interested after all*.
“I just really need to get out of this bra” I whine “Do you mind getting something for me on that dresser over there?”
“Y-yeah, sure” he gets up, like he can’t turn his back on me fast enough “This one?”
“Second drawer, please”
He opens it and freezes.
He was thankful to turn his back, so he could escape my nakedness. But the content of my second drawer is a new kind of hell.
Jason doesn’t say a word. I’m not entirely sure he is breathing.
“Could you get me a new bra and some panties?” I ask, knowing full well that’s what he’s staring at right now: every single piece of underwear I own.
This is the turning point.
He can sigh and say he is not interested. He’ll apologize, come up with an excuse to leave and I will have to move to another continent.
Or he could say:
“Which one do you want?” He gulps.
“You choose” I whisper like a sweet little kitten “Whichever one you like”
He stares at my underwear drawer for too long. The only reason I don’t go check on him is cause he seems to still be alive. He picks some panties and admires them for a moment before putting them back. It really looks like he is taking the homework seriously: he is putting *a lot* of thought into what he wants me to wear.
The black lace bra and matching thong seem to be the winners.
He stretches his arm in my direction, trying to avoid looking at me.
His eyes are on the floor and I make no effort to pick the lingerie he is offering.
“Jason?” I ask with a cautious giggle. Just to let him know I can’t reach his hand.
*He has to look at me*.
And he does.
So I strip.
*Teasing him*.
The bra goes first. It falls to the floor, exposing my heavy tits and my round pink nipples, already hard with anticipation. Then I bend a little to take off my panties. Slowly, careful not to break eye contact. I mean… not that he is looking at my eyes anyway, but still.
Soon I am *completely* naked. And Jason is *completely* hard. His breathing is irregular as he admires my body, maybe still not sure this is actually real. His cock isn’t as coy: it *knows* this is real.
*Show me. Show me what happens when a woman gets naked for you.*
*Will you blush?*
*Will you stutter?*
*Will you go shy?*
Jason walks towards me to hand me the underwear.
“Thank you” I smile and put it on.
If he is embarrassed about it, he is hiding it well.
There is not a sound in the room except for his hard breathing, watching me while I dress the lingerie he chose.
“Can you hand me back my dress, please?” I point to the dress on the floor, exactly where I dropped it.
He picks it up but gently throws it away.
“Can I have that?” I laugh a little. *Is he just being clumsy?*
“No” he says, and there is something dry in his eyes when he walks even closer to me. *This doesn’t feel clumsy.* Feels intentional.
“W-why not?” Why am I the one stuttering?
Something about him feels slightly different.
“Turn around” even his voice doesn’t sound the same. *His tone*.
“Excuse me?” I try to laugh it off.
“If you didn’t want me to watch, you’d have changed in the bathroom” he shrugs. But it’s not his nerdy-casual shrug anymore. It feels… *manly*. Feels like he set his mind to something and is not trying to hide it “You want me to watch, so I will watch. Turn around for me. I wanna see the thong I chose”.
Ok, I wasn’t expecting this.
I thought he’d blush and stutter. I’d have to sit him down and ask him to touch me. He’d get nervous and need even more instructions.
That’s how I pictured it anyway.
I pictured being in control.
I never imagined he’d be the one giving orders.
And it seems I am taking too long to answer, cause he lowers his eyes to mine like a carnivore.
“Well?”
“Oh” I snap back to reality “You want me to…”
“Turn. Around” he says carefully as if I was stupid “Right now”
I gulp and nod my head a bunch of times, captured by the way his eyes seem so vicious as opposed to his kind smile.
“Yes, sir”
I turn.
I give him the whole tour of my body.
“Can I touch?” He groans “Or do you just want me to look?”
*So odd*.
The kind and slightly awkward teddy-bear-geek is… gone? It’s like his brain flicked a switch. Like his body never expected this to happen, but since it did, he’ll go all in.
The greatest ‘*oh, well, fuck it’* anyone could ever say.
I put my hands lightly on his chest, rubbing him gently over his shirt, saying a *‘oh, well, fuck it’* of my own.
“You can do whatever you want to me”
Jason leans his head, brushing his nose on mine.
“*Whatever*?”
“Whatever”
“Get on your knees” he sounds hungry.
There is no hesitation on my part. I kneel before him, wearing nothing but the black lingerie he chose. My nipples are so sensitive, it feels like the lace is scratching them raw. From where he is standing, Jason has a *really* good view of my tits. I wet my hungry lips cause if he wants me to kneel, I know what’s coming next.
“*So pretty”* he caresses my cheek. I feel it burning so I might be blushing. He unbuckles his belt and I perk up, sliding my hands on his jeans. “This black bra looks so good” he plays with the straps of my bra “There was a blue one in the drawer there that looks almost as good. I was torn”
“I can change into the other one, if you wanna see it”
His smile is so sweet. He twirls a lock of my hair and pinches my chin “*So pretty*. And docile”
“I am” I moan, trying to be good. But my nails are so long I scratch him.
“Ouch” he holds my wrists “*And sharp*. Like a little kitten, you are”
I keep nodding, just agreeing to anything he says. Eyeing his erection, still hiding under the jeans.
I run my nails over his hard bulge and he unzips his jeans, dropping it and his underwear just enough to free his cock. And what a delicious treat that is.
I had pictured riding and sucking Jason many times but, for whatever reason, I never imagined his dick looking that good. It’s large and thick with this luscious red head, makes my mouth water.
“Open you mouth” he whispers.
I open it wide. Tongue sticking out.
He grabs his cock and taps the head on my tongue, like he is making sure I am real. I think that move was meant to arouse *himself*, but that little taste of Jason meat makes me so eager I reach out to hold him so I can eat him.
“All the way in” he tells me and I suck him “There. *There*” he closes his eyes “*Fuck, that’s a good kitten”*. I take him deep in my throat. So far in my lips touch his pubes. He growls, grabbing on to my furniture like he is about to faint. I feel his tense stomach with my fingers, my nails branding him with desire, leaving behind a red trail. Not that he seems to care. Not even another *ouch*.
It’s like there are two forces inside Jason. One wants to move his hips and fuck my throat to drown me with cum. The other wants him to slow down and pace himself.
I know which I want to win, so I grab the base of his cock and since he is not moving his hips, I will move my face. I suck him violently. Like he is being ridden by an experienced pussy. Out and in and out and in. Pressing into his shaft with tight lips, sucking every inch going in and every inch going out. Taking him deep on every turn, until I feel his head so deep down my throat I am about to gag.
That’s when Jason grabs me by the hair.
“Stop. Fuck, Alyse, stop or I’ll cum”
*Isn’t that the point?*
“Get up”
“W-why?” I want him in my mouth, why am I…
“Get the fuck up right now” he grabs my elbow like I’m a trinket he owns.
*I was definitely not expecting this*.
He is not blushing or stuttering.
He is owning me.
And that makes me even more wet.
“Go put the blue one on” he takes a step back, trying to control his breathing.
*He wants this to last longer.*
*He doesn’t want to cum too fast*.
I move away and Jason closes his fist around his cock to jerk it off. But he doesn’t fully wank it like a man looking for an orgasm. He just moves his hand up and down, slowly, keeping himself erect. And I wanna do that! I wanna put my fingers around him and feel that girth.
“Can I do that?” I ask, thirsty.
“You can do what I fucking told you to do” he snaps.
“Ok” I am so turned on right now I could light up a small town.
“*Ok?* What happened to the *yes, sir*?”
I turn to look at him and he is still treating his cock to those God forbidden slow caresses.
I don’t remember ever wanting a man in my throat that bad.
“Nothing, sir” I am out of breath so my words are barely a whisper “I meant, yes, sir”
I take off my black bra before looking for the blue one he wanted. But I think the sight of my naked tits bobbing is more than he can handle.
“Come here”
“You told me to put on the blue one”
“That was before, now I’m telling you to come here”
I have nothing but the black thong covering my body and if I didn’t already feel hot as fuck, the way he looks at me (filled with a raging lust) would make it so.
I kneel back at his feet cause I know what he wants, and I wanna give him *everything.*
“*Yes, sir”*
“Such a good kitten” he admires me for a moment. I think he is trying to decide what he wants to do with me first. “Lean back a little” *Back?* I think he’d want my mouth again but actually he… *it’s my tits*. He presses his lips like he is trying very hard to keep his mouth from watering. His cock is hard, pointing up like a solid piece of wood “Stand up” he finally decides.
“You wanna touch them?” I moan, getting up and he doesn’t even wait for confirmation. He grabs both my tits, one in each hand, as if he was fully prepared to rip them off.
“I wanna *bite* them” he is almost biting his own words. He squeezes hard and unkind, turning me on even deeper.
“These are a good handful” he groans. My tits are so sizeable and his grip is so tight that part of my flesh is trying to escape between his fingers. I’m gonna have his fingers printed to my skin for the next two days, no doubt.
Now, I didn’t know you could grab and pull someone by the tits like that. But you really can. Jason pulls me in using nothing but my tits, forcing me to step closer to him. Close enough for him to kiss me. I liked having his cock in my mouth cause I never had his tongue. Damn, this man is a good kisser.
I don’t know if he is experienced, but you can definitely feel his *desire* with every stroke of his tongue. Enough desire to make me melt and moan.
“Take it off” he commands me. I start removing my thong cause I know that’s what he means, but as soon as I bend my body a little he holds his cock between my legs.
His moan is hoarse and heavy. He is feeling my warm pussy and wishing for it to the point of insanity.
I bend a little more, rubbing myself against his hard shaft.
He aligns the tip with my slit as he holds my waist.
“Can I have it?” he whispers, his cock slighting moving to make his intentions clear.
He is already so perfectly aligned that all I have to do is push myself against him. And that’s exactly what I do before saying “Yes” in such a way that the word feels more like a moan than a reply.
He doesn’t blush.
He doesn’t stutter.
He doesn’t hesitate.
He doesn’t shy away.
He is in control.
Absolute control. Taking my pussy and making it his with large and powerful thrusts. I feel sweat dripping down my neck to the tits he is still grabbing and shaking as he fucks me.
He guides my hand to my clit so he can watch me please myself even more. It’s not an easy thing to rub yourself with nails as long as mine and I think I accidentally scratch him here and there. Just like last time, he cares not. He fucks me even harder. *Senseless*.
There is an urgency about him. Muttering things I can barely hear or make sense of. I think he is calling me beautiful. I think he is calling me a whore.
I start to cum on his cock, biting his lips instead of mine, drowning in the words I hardly hear him say.
I think this is when I realise I never had an orgasm with a man before. And the ones I had alone were nothing like this.
This is stronger. It’s *powerful*. Feels like a force of nature. Like a tidal wave. A hurricane of pleasure washing away your body and leaving nothing behind.
I try to scream while gasping for air. There is a moan trapped in my throat that never ends.
I think this is what heaven should be like. That one climatic moment, on top of the wave, when all else fades and you are overcome with a pleasure so pure it makes your body numb.
“On your knees” he commands through grinded teeth.
Such despair.
Such urgency.
I get down on my knees, Jason grabs my face and fucks my mouth.
He is grabbing my hair and using my throat as he pleases. I remember a few moments ago, when it felt like he was fighting two different forces… they have now blended into one: all he cares about is throat fucking me. *Hard*.
I am almost gagging, but I want him more than I want air.
His moans get louder as he gets closer. I can feel his hard cock swelling on my tongue. Throbbing. More and more until he cums, with tremors taking over his body, moaning my name softly. Jason unload his balls down my throat and I swallow all of it. Licking him clean while he catches his breath.
He falls on my bed, momentarily deprived of strengths, and pulls me with him.
I laugh and kiss him. Our naked bodies intertwined.
I grab his arm to check his watch.
“Hey, aren’t you gonna be late?”
“What?” his voice seems far away. He is still holding on to me, enjoying the feel of my body against his.
“Weren’t you busy in an hour? It’s been an hour”
“Hmm” is all he says. His eyes are closed and he is drifting off. Still holding me as I’m the only thing that matters right now.
I don’t think he remember anything else.
I don’t think he cares.
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My Trans maid fucked me - and I loved it - Part Eight
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Ever since I posted the last part, me and this girl have had three more dates. Each better than the other. On the second date, she invited me into her apartment. I spent the night and we fucked each other like rabbits all night long. There was no sleep. I read bred and right after I'd breed her. And then me again. And so on. The whole night. On the third date, she plowed me in the bathroom of the restaurant where we went. I'm pretty sure everyone could hear me moaning. I was very loud after all. And when we exited the toilet, everyone glanced at us. And then there was the fourth date, in which things got serious. We talked for hours about us and decided to really go into this relationship. I drove her home, we went to her bed and cuddled. Then we fucked. I got fucked. She plowed me hard and delicious and filled me with her milk. I begged for a facial and she gave it to me. Right after, she licked my face and we kissed, feeling her jizz inside each other's mouth. It was fantastic. But now that we were serious about each other, there was something I needed to take care of. I needed to talk to my maid's daughter about the baby. The next day, by morning I drove all the way to her house. I knocked on the door and my maid answered. She was naked, her soft cock hanging below her waist. I asked if I could go in and she nodded affirmatively. As soon as the door closed behind me, I saw her daughter come out of the kitchen. She wasn't visibly pregnant, of course (it had only been a month). I asked my maid to speak to her alone, and she left us. We sat on the table and I asked her if she wanted anything from me. I'd be willing to help with everything. But she just repeated what her mother had already told me. She didn't want me to help. Because she didn't need it. She was about to get up, when she turned around and sighed. And then said there was one thing I could do. I asked what it was and she said "fuck me". I was confused, as if I hadn't understood what she had just said. She took her clothes off and kneeled. Pulled my pants down and started sucking my cock. It felt so fucking good. Her blowjob was amazing. I relaxed in the chair and took off all my clothes too. I was holding on bravely not to cum yet, but all my efforts feel apart when she started fingering me. She fingered my boipussy while sucked my cock. And then gave me a rimjob, while stroke my dick. Not even 5 minutes more I lasted. I busted my jizz into her mouth and we kissed. She laid me on the bed and put my dick inside her. She rode me and I came inside her. It was really intense. And I loved it. Already ecstatic with all the pleasure, she got up, kissed me and left. As I got ready to get up, a hand pushed me down the bed. My maid. She stroked her lubed cock while looking at me with a grin. She lifted me up into doggy and fingered me. As I moaned she ordered me to beg for her cock. And that's what I did. I couldn't even think about the girl I met during that moment. I just wanted her thick black snake inside me. She penetrated me with her dick without removing her fingers. She plowed my boipussy for long in that position. I had orgasm after orgasm with her cock throbbing inside me. After more than an hour, she left me there, cum-filled and satisfied. While I recovered my energies, she sat on the table and her daughter kneeled. She gave her mom a blowjob. A very sloppy blowjob. Before she could cum into her mouth, my maid told her to sit on her lap. She sat and played around her cock, before putting it into her pussy. They fucked for some half an hour before my maid came. I had just watched some raw incest and couldn't think about anything else.
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High and Horny. : Me [F] 30 and my coworker, Jeff [M] 45 PART 1
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I’m high and thinking about Jeff. I’ve had a crush on Jeff for a while. He works in another department, but we work on projects together quite often. Whenever we are both leaning over the table to review a project, I can smell his manly strong cologne and it make me feel nervous and tingly. He is very good looking for an older man. He has great facial hair, a strong body, he is a little over 6’ tall and very very smart. I’m only 5’ tall so the thought of him picking me up and throwing me on the bed turns me on badly.
After a long week of work, Jeff asks if I want to grab drinks with him. I reply yes and we head downtown. We park at Jeff’s house since he lives close and then we walk downtown to a bar. We grab drinks and fund a corner booth to sit at. We sit at opposite ends but as the bar gets more crowded and louder, we move towards to middle next to each other so we can hear better. We talk about work and then hobbies and then he asks me all of a sudden “Are you dating anyone?” I almost spit out my drink because it catches me off guard. I nervously giggle and say “no, dating gives me anxiety hehe” and he asks me “aww well are you having fun at least?” And I feel myself turning red. I reply quietly “no not really.” And he gasps! He says “wow really? I’d thinks guys were all over you.” “Hahaahah” I laugh out loud and say “no what? Im not that cute hahha” and he smiles and says “well I think you are.” We just look at each other for a couple seconds and I have no idea what to say. I just slowly start to lean in and I give him a slow light kiss on his lips. He doesn’t move at all. I move back and look up at him to see his reaction and smoothly and swiftly he grabs the back of my neck and pulls me back in. He forces my lips open and his tongue is tickling mine. He lips are so soft and his tongue feels so good on mine. My breaths become faster and faster as we kiss passionately and my pussy is throbbing for attention at this point. I push him away for a second to ask him if he wants to go back to his place. He says lets go, leaves cash to cover both our bills, grabs my hand, and leads the way.
As we are heading to his house, he pulls me to the side of a building, picks me up so I am straddling him, and pushes me up against it.
I’m wearing a v-neck low cut mini dress, so my pussy is basically rubbing against him.
He kisses me more while pushing his pelvis into me and it is driving me wild. He moves down to kiss my neck and all I can do is moan. good thing we are in the shadows because I can’t believe we are in public right now doing this. I want to tell him to stop but i need him to rip my clothes off because my body is on fire.
He whispers in my ear “I want to taste all of you and I’ve wanted to the day that I saw you come into the office.” I giggle and tell him “yes please, let’s go.”
We get to his apartment and hop in the elevator. He hits floor 30, and we move to the back so other people can come in as well. As the elevator starts moving, he slides his hand behind me and goes under my dress and runs his fingers along my ass. I tense up and press my lips together so I don’t make any noises. He slooowly moves his fingers along one butt cheek to the other and then slowly grabs each cheek knowing it makes me squirm. I can feel my pussy tingling and my nipples are getting hard and visible under my dress.
“Why is this elevator moving so frekin slowly” I think to myself. I slowly move my hand to the front of his leg and make my way over to his crotch. He isn’t hard, but I can easily find his cock and I slowly and gently run my hands along it being careful to not make any noise. Being forced to stay quiet is driving me crazy and teasing me in a way I have never felt before. Finally we get to his floor. He grabs my hand and guides me to his apartment. As soon as we are inside, he grabs my face to kiss me. He makes me feel sexy and adorable and wanted and desired and like he wants to explore all of me and I want him to. He picks me up and pushes me against the wall while continuing to kiss me. My arms are around his head wanting more and more of him. His kisses and passion are driving me wild which he knows since I can’t seem to stop moaning. After a while, we both need to catch our breath so he puts me down and we take our shoes off and walk towards in the living room. He says he’ll get us some water and heads to the kitchen. I decide to take a look around.
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Miss Rebecca
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Miss Rebecca
Becky was a career woman who i met at a conference. She was there with her staff, giving orders and showing she was in charge.
She always had a coffee in hand and a phone nearby she was there to give a talk on dynamic decision making and while everyone else seemed caught up in what she was saying I couldn’t help but find myself staring at her legs and missing the words.
I sat in the front row and her eyes caught mine a few times, i wanted to see if she was really in control so when our eyes met i made sure she saw me gazing at her legs. She was wearing black high heals and a tight shortish skirt with stockings.
I know she saw me looking and i could feel the disapproval that i was not lapping up her presentation like the others were.
She finished to generous applause and i watched as she took it all in
I saw she went out the back of the hall so i followed as the next presenter was very boring and i saw an opportunity for some fun.
She was at the refreshment table getting a coffee, i walked over and said casually “nice presentation”
Thanks she replied….although i am not sure you were listening
Of course i was…lots of interesting points on there
Oh really name one she said!
Well the bit about dynamic decision making was great
She looked at me bemused, that was the title!
I saw you checking me out, extremely rude not to listen
Are you used to people listening to you and you being centre of attention? i asked
Yes i am….and with that she walked off
Later that evening i saw her and her group in the hotel
I went over and introduced myself to them
Her assistant was a pretty girl and i found myself flirting with her right in front of Miss Rebecca.
She was talking to someone and kept catching my eye, she seemed annoyed again and was clearly distracted by me talking to her colleague.
I went to get a drink and she followed me
So you are here hitting on everyone? she said
Me? No i am just networking
You are flirting with my assistant right in front of me
Mmmm does that make you jealous?
No she said abruptly
Mmmm i think it does, you are used to being the centre of attention and you are not right now
I am just saying you were staring at me during my speech and now you are flirting with her
Do you want me to flirt with you? I said firmly
It took her by surprise and she stumbled over her words
Do you want me to tell you i was staring at your legs, my eyes couldn't look away from them
Every time you moved across the stage i was gazing at your thighs imagining how soft they were and hoping your skirt would ride up a bit more
She was almost speechless…and i could see i had shocked her
I can see you are someone who is used to being in control….so am i
I thought i had been too forward as she had not spoken for a minute or two
She eventually whispered….no one has ever controlled me, men are usually weak in my presence
You confuse me and excite me
I pulled her in closer and said lets go up to my room, i want to play with you
She giggled and we made our way to the room
Once inside i kissed her slowly and tenderly she moaned as our tongues met. The kissing was getting heavier and she moved my hand onto her breast
I unzipped her dress and it fell to the floor
She undid my trousers and grabbed my cock from inside my boxer shorts
She began to stroke it and was moaning again
No….the control is mine i said
I stripped her naked and laid her down on the bed
My hands stroked her stomach and under her boobs and down her thigh
I continued to kiss her but didn't touch her nipples or pussy
I did this for 20 mins solid and she was trying to push my hand down in between her legs
The more she fought me the more i teased her
She was almost biting my face while kissing me she was getting so desperate for me to touch her
Stop teasing me….rub my pussy she barked
No i barked back grabbing her cheeks and squeezing her face
You are not in control here Rebecca…..she moaned
I am always in control she said
She tried to slide her hand down to her pussy but i caught it
I grabbed my tie and restrained her hands above her head to the bed
Then the teasing really began….i slowly kissed her from her cheek down her neck to her chest, carefully kissing around her nipples and down onto her stomach to her hips and thighs and feet
I did this a few times and she was writhing and wiggling moaning louder and comman
ding me to lick her pussy
I told her i was in charge but she was trying to wiggle free
Slap…..i fairly forcibly slapped her exposed pussy
She recoiled in pain
Now you do as i say i said
I slapped it again and again
She whimpered and responded Yes Sir
I had broken her….she did not try and escape again and her eyes never moved from mine as i was kissing her
Has anyone controlled you like this Rebecca
No Sir….
Has anyone ever spanked your pussy
No Sir…
Did you like it?
Yes Sir….
Why?
It stung but felt good….
I don't feel in control and i like it
Is your pussy wet?
Yes Sir…
Do you want me to kiss it better?
Yes Sir….Please Sir….you have teased me so much I can’t take it anymore
I started to kiss the outer part of her pussy and thighs
Spread your legs wider i commanded and she pushed them wide open
Her pussy was smooth and still red from the slap, i kissed slowly up her slit
It was so wet and her lips were beginning to open
I let my tongue slide right up the middle and she purred
Do you like that?
Mmmm….Yes i do
. Please do it again
I obliged and slowly licked it from the bottom to the top
She was whimpering now….even more desperate for me to please her
Suddenly her phone rang, it was her boss looking for an update
She jumped up hands still tied
I have to answer this she said, she is a tyrant
She answered Hello?
Becky where have you been i heard her boss say
Sorry i got caught up with something
Her boss began to talk about some new project
I grabbed the phone and put in speaker i threw her back on the bed and buried my head in her pussy
My tongue slide straight inside her with no warning and she let out a loud moan
What was that? said her boss
Nothing Rebecca replied trying to sound normal as i am tongue fucking her and sucking her clit
It only took a minute or so before had her hand over her mouth trying to stifle her moans and screams
I grabbed her hand and pulled them away as she came loudly and violently all over my face
Thankyou Sir.....Thankyou Sir she was screaming as she came
She threw her phone away trying to hide her orgasm from her boss
She tasted so good as she gushed
I moved up on top of her and kissed her
What do you say?
Thank you Sir that was amazing
No one has ever teased and controlled me like that
I am the dominant one
Suddenly the fact she has thrown her phone hit her and she scrambled to the floor to grab it
Not knowing how much her boss heard
Hello, hello she said taking it off loud speaker
The next 5 mins she was trying to convince her boss that everything was fine
I sat laughing on the bed
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[27F] We were all naked and then I got fucked in the woods at a college spring break house party
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Hey again!
This story dates back to when I was in college 6ish years ago. I went to college in a well known party university in Louisiana so there was always something going on. This particular spring break we went to a friends house for the weekend. It was a pretty large property so there was a lot space to do whatever. There were about 10-15 of us there.
I remember a lot of drinking led to some of the girls stripping naked or down to their thongs. We were mostly all topless just having a good time. I wasn’t involved but there was also a orgy that happened this weekend. I thought it was hot but of course I missed out.
This one guy kept checking me out every chance he could get while I paraded around in my thong. I loved the attention he was giving me. He normally wouldn’t have been my type. He was sort of a friend but we weren’t close. Next thing I know I ended up riding him in the woods where no one could see. Probably wouldn’t of cared if people did see but we were pretty hidden.
I remember him cumming so fast that I wanted more.
Eventually I went to bed with him and we fucked again in his room.
The same weekend I fucked another guy in the same group.
These days are long gone for me but I love thinking back of my days as everyone’s whore.
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The Palmer Legacy Chapter 12
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ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18 OR OLDER
I've written this story through chapter 40, including the finale. All chapters are available on my website. You can find the link in my Reddit profile if you're interested. If you prefer to wait, I'll post about a chapter a month here. All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older. Thanks for reading!
The stairway was pitch black. Noah could hear Eloise murmuring to herself. It sounded like she was thinking out a puzzle, but he only caught a few words here and there. “… salty … promised me … still in the rose … I’ll muster my …” Noah trailed one hand along the stone wall, the other held Samantha’s hand. Her heavy breathing was the only sound she made. They spun slowly down the spiral staircase. The faintest bit of light shone ahead. It was a warm, flickering golden light.
“Light ahead.” Samantha’s stomach flipped and her nerves buzzed with anxiety. She desperately needed to see what the Painted Lady would show them, but she suspected it would be bad news.
“Whose house do you think it’ll be?” Noah’s voice died away quickly. The stairway dampened all sound.
“I’m not ready for my house.” Samantha pressed her lips together. She wondered if she might vomit. “Anybody else’s house.” The window came into view. Samantha cringed.
“I was not expecting this.” Eloise stopped next to the window, making room for her teenage companions. “How odd.”
Noah stopped with his hip touching Eloise’s bustled dress. He stared into the room in front of him. There was a roaring fireplace. Victorian furniture filled the expansive room. The mounted heads of various snarling animals dotted the walls. Another version of Eloise Palmer sat on the sofa, reading a book, or at least pretending to. Her eyes were not on the pages, but instead stared up at the ceiling. Her mouth hung open. And there was clearly a man under her dress, the bulge of his head visible between her legs. “Who is that?”
“Why me, of course. Don’t be daft.” Eloise shook her head.
“I think he means … who’s that between your legs?” Samantha looked at the man’s trousers and shiny shoes. She had a feeling he wasn’t Eloise’s husband.
“That’s Thomas.” Eloise glanced at her companions like they were unbearably slow. “The real question is why are we seeing this? It happened long ago. It was a day without consequence.”
“You don’t … control the windows?” Noah ran his fingers through his hair. The expression on the other Eloise behind the glass was deeply erotic. He tried hard to suppress an erection.
“Your son!” Samantha’s free hand went to her mouth. “Wait … he’s … I mean … we all know what he’s doing.” She stared at a son eating out his mother. “Without fucking consequence?”
“Don’t take that tone with me, young lady.” Eloise turned away from them and continued her descent.
“Sorry.” Samantha pulled her eyes away from the strange room. “Not sorry,” she whispered in Noah’s ear. He nodded and followed Eloise. Samantha was grateful for the warm strength of his hand. She gave it a squeeze.
They moved back into darkness. Noah could hear Eloise murmuring with a faster cadence but didn’t pick up any of the words this time. What was she saying? He wondered if they would see Kathy next. Or maybe Paul and his mother. The first window might set up something horrible on the next one. He could sense a mind working in the stairwell. If it wasn’t Eloise’s doing, then it was someone equally perverse.
They reached the nadir of darkness and light gained again. This time the illumination was softer and silver. They turned the bend and a window came into view.
“Is that … Kathy?” Samantha could see her naked friend by the light of the full moon falling into the room. She was lying on a bed with a woman in her arms. “I … um … I …” She tried to process what she was seeing. Her friend’s olive skin and dark hair contrasted with the pale skin and blond hair of the woman in her arms. Kathy was also much larger than her naked companion. They both slept, the woman’s face buried in Kathy’s cleavage.
“That’s not her room.” Noah stared at the women through the window. The erection he’d been trying to fend off finally arrived. He needed to move it under his waistband, but he was afraid Eloise or Samantha would see him. He could turn his hips away from one of them to hide the maneuver, but the other would see. He decided he’d rather Samantha knew his dirty secret, so he turned his hips her way and quickly adjusted. She was so busy staring into the room, he didn’t think she noticed.
“It’s her parents’ … oh … my … God. It’s her parents’ room.” Samantha saw Noah shift his boner out of the corner of her eye. She might have judged him but for her own wet pussy. Shame seized her. She tried to look away and failed.
“She’s sleeping with her mom.” Noah didn’t mind stating the obvious. It needed to be said. “I mean … I think they did it. It looks like …” His voice trailed off. “Where’s Mr. Bly?”
“Mrs. Palmer?” Samantha rubbed her legs together.
“Mmmmmmm?” Eloise folded her arms and glanced at her eighteen-year-old companions.
“Are we seeing something that might happen if we don’t do something?” Samantha refused to believe that what they were witnessing was real. There had to be some way to reason it away. “Like … is this a warning? If we don’t act now, this will happen?”
“This is not Charles Dickens.” Eloise shook her head. “I am nooooot … the Ghooost … of Christmas Paaaaast,” she said in a mock spooky voice.
“Oh.” Samantha frowned. It did not seem like a moment for levity.
“Come along then. I grow tired watching them sleep.” Eloise yawned and descended the stairs again.
As they drew closer to the next window, Samantha could see a corner of her brother’s room. They edged nearer and nearer, and her worst fears were realized. “Oh … no …” A lump formed in her throat. She saw her brother first. He was on his knees, naked, slamming into a woman in front of him. His belly jiggled violently with each thrust. As they moved still closer, Samantha saw who belonged to the rippling, round bottom her brother was nailing. Her mother’s face was covered in cum and twisted nearly beyond recognition. She was screaming something, but the windows seemed to be soundproof. “I knew … they were doing it … but … seeing it …” Samantha stood next to her friend and stared at the horrid mating. “She looks so … tortured.”
“Incorrect, dearie. That is a woman’s bliss. Is this the first time you’ve seen such a thing?” Eloise’s tone flattened, like she was guarding her words against upsetting the girl.
“Not like that.” Samantha shook her head.
Noah stared at mother and son. He remembered why they were there. “So … how do we stop them?”
“That is a good question.” Eloise rubbed her chin. “When thorny situations cropped up in the past, there was a man I would consult. But I don’t trust him at the moment.” She watched the pair fuck with a thoughtful expression on her freckled face.
Samantha put her face on Noah’s shoulder, closing her eyes. “My mom’s not like this. It’s the painting.”
“I know.” Noah patted her back.
Eloise bit her tongue. She wanted to assure the young woman that her mother was exactly the ecstatic, fornicating woman before them. But it wasn’t the time. “Come along. There is one last window before the end.” She led them down the stairway.
“Are you okay?” Noah squeezed Samantha’s clammy hand in the darkness.
“No. I don’t think so.” Samantha shuddered. “The worst part is that I can’t stop thinking that I’m lucky my brother isn’t … doing that to me. My poor mom is … is …” She took a deep breath. “I’m selfish.”
“It’s a lot to take in. You’re an amazing person, Sam. We’re just trying to get through this.” He hoped his words were comforting. “If it was my mom, I don’t know what I’d do.”
“Yeah.” Samantha wanted to change the subject. “You think the Botti household will be next?”
“Maybe we’ll see Mrs. Botti praying the devil away.” It sounded stupid, but Noah said it as a way to manifest it into reality. He said a prayer as they approached the final window. But it wasn’t the Botti household they saw. It was his mother’s office.
“Oh … no.” Samantha’s voice fell. On the other side of the window, Jessica had her hands up on the wall. Her clothes were strewn on the floor. Thomas controlled her completely with his hands on her hips, and his monstrous cock stretched her pussy. She had the same expression on her face as Samantha’s mother. It was pure ecstasy. They had gone with Eloise to find out how to stop what was happening in Clover Falls before it was too late. It was already too late.
“Mom?” Noah watched his mother, his eyes darting. Her whole body shook, sometimes in different directions, and sometimes it would sync up. It was mesmerizing. He wasn’t sure, but her body seemed to have more dramatic curves than it should. He watched her dangling breasts bounce. Yes, she was different. “What did you do to her?”
“This is what she wants, Noah.” Eloise shrugged, thinking things through. “Your mother is now free of …”
“I know you brainwashed her, or something.” Bitterness entered Noah’s voice. “Not that. Her body. What did you do to her body?”
Samantha had been trying not to directly look at Jessica out of embarrassment for the poor woman. But now she let her gaze drift over her. Her body looked like it belonged to a fertility goddess. She thought back to what Jessica looked like a week ago wearing jeans and a sweater. She had changed. Samantha understood why Noah’s mom had been wearing an oversized dress all evening. She turned to Eloise, waiting for a reply.
“The bond, the pact, the contract made,” Eloise said. “She took the bargain of her own free will.” She turned to the teenagers. “And you should, too.” Her eyes brightened, a plan forming in her mind. She held her hand up to fend off Noah’s protests. “This is how we best the other paintings. I cannot leave this house. But you can. And with my power flowing through you, you will be protected from whatever else lies waiting for you.”
“You’re not planting your flag on us. Eff that!” Noah turned to Samantha. “She wants us to make a deal with the devil.”
“No, you would strike the bargain with me. Not him.” She spat out the last two words.
“I think … I think it’s too late for me anyway.” Samantha released Noah’s hand for the first time since they’d entered the stairwell and cupped her breasts. She hefted them for dramatic effect. “Whatever happened to your mom, Noah, is already happening to me.”
“You made the deal with your painting?” Noah pulled his eyes away from his mom’s shaking body and looked at Samantha’s bouncing boobs. “I thought … I mean …” He really wished his boner would disappear. He prayed the women didn’t notice.
“I didn’t make any deal.” She shook her head.
“It was some passive effect from the other painting. If you make the choice to join with me, that would be an active approbation. It would trump whatever the other painting did to you. I know it would.” Eloise wondered if she should make the full pitch. “I … um … you would … well …” She wasn’t used to feeling less than confident about anything. “My point is you would travel about with my protection around you. Like how the Nautilus protects Captain Nemo.”
“What would the deal do to me? Would I be myself? Would you brainwash me?” Samantha stared at Eloise. It was ridiculous that an earth-shattering event like Jessica Reader getting humped by a Painted Man was happening nearby, and none of them were watching.
“No, Sam. Don’t even think about it.” Noah remembered how powerless he’d been in the Botti’s tree house, and a sliver of doubt entered his mind.
“The deal only accentuates what you already possess. It primes you for the most honest and meaningful moments in your life. It does nothing to your mind.” Eloise had never made her pitch like this. She was like Captain Nemo herself, truly in uncharted waters.
“Are you lying to me?” Samantha put her hands on her hips. She studied Eloise’s face. “No, you’re not.”
“I’ll do it, too. But only if you don’t change my body.” Noah straightened himself to his full height. Eloise was still taller. “Give me your protective energy, but don’t do what you did to my mom.” He glanced through the window and his penis jumped in his pants. He told himself that he would respond to any woman who looked like that and was doing … that. It wasn’t his fault that it was his mom.
“This is all very unusual.” Eloise spread her hands palms up. “I’ve struck this deal dozens of times over the years. No one has asked for –”
“Give it to us without the changes.” Samantha nodded, backing up her friend.
After a long pause, Eloise forced a smile. “I cannot undo what the other painting did. I can only prevent it from doing more.” Maybe. Nothing was sure here, but it might work.
“Let’s make a deal.” Samantha gave Noah a grim glance.
He nodded back at her.
“The bond, the pact, the contract made.” Eloise frowned as she worked her way through how to word the second part. “I paid and received, and the Devil took his due. But you … owe the Devil nothing. I give my protection to you freely. All I need from you is your approbation.”
“I approve,” Samantha said.
“Yeah, do it.” Noah felt heat spread all over his body. It tingled at first, then it burned. He looked for flames, but saw only a red glow. It even shone through his clothes. The window fell away. The stairs disappeared. Eloise was gone. He fell through black nothingness next to Samantha. Their combined glow was the only light in the whole world. They screamed together. When she reached out her hand, he took it, and they tumbled into the void as one.
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“Am I … uh … uh … better than your … black bauble?” Thomas gripped folds of Jessica’s upper ass, slamming his full length into her.
“Nnnnnnngggghhhhhhhh,” was all Jessica could say.
“Am I … better than … your silly husband?” When he got no reply, Thomas slapped her ass just as his mother had taught him. “Your husband … Mrs. Reader?”
“Eeeeegggghhhhhhhhhh.” Her response was something between a croak and a groan.
“I’ll take that … uh … uh … uh … as an … affirmative.” Thomas smiled. Even though he was working hard, his skin was dry. He hadn’t worked up a sweat in over a century. The only moisture on his person was the frothy mess covering his cock and splashing onto his hips, stomach, and thighs. “There is one other … and only one other … who could produce this feeling … inside you. Can you guess the man?”
“Uuuuggghhhhhhhh.” Jessica spasmed. The monstrous, icy thing stroked in her belly, sending sparks flying in front of her eyes. She was aware that he was asking her questions, but she was completely unable to answer.
“Would you … like a hint?”
“Too … good … it’s … uuuuugggghhhhhhhh … too …” Her body jerked and another orgasm swept through her. Her consciousness faded and faded until there was only the cool sound of the young man’s voice and the pleasure he imparted as he turned her inside out.
“He lives … in this very house. And once he accepts the deal … he will possess a body such as mine.” Thomas’s laugh was full of joy. “With me and him … uh … uh … uh … you need never go without … a life-changing cudgel.” He humped for a while, the only sounds in the room were her slurping pussy, her low wailing, and their slapping skin. “Three of us.” Thomas corrected himself. “You will have … ugh … the bauble … when Noah and I … are unavailable. Never a moment … without … cock.”
“Nnnnnnngggggggggggg.” Jessica’s teeth rattled together. Her brain may have been too compromised to process his words, but his message soaked into her subconscious. She wanted more … more … more …
“Enough … of this.” Thomas pulled out of her. He put his hand on her back to keep her bent against the wall and lowered his head behind her ass.
“Oh … goodness … oh … my …” Jessica panted. She trembled and let him inspect her.
“You gape, Mrs. Reader.” Thomas held her cheeks. It wasn’t necessary for the view, but he had a flair for the dramatic. “I’m afraid there’s no turning back now.”
“No … no …” Jessica shook her head. She wasn’t sure if she was agreeing that there was no turning back or disagreeing with such lewd statements. His fingers sent tendrils of chill through her nerves, spreading from her butt into her lower back. She continued to tremble.
Thomas inserted a finger in her vagina and moved it in a circle. “What a mess you’ve become.” He withdrew his finger. “Let’s continue to stretch your crinkum crankum. Have you ever ridden a horse?”
“No.” Jessica felt his absence acutely. She wanted him back inside her with fierce intensity. She straightened up and inspected her vagina with her fingers. He was right, she was a gaping mess. Her fingers came away covered in wet excitement. Ben Shapiro’s wife was a fool. She couldn’t have been more wrong about her own sex. Maybe … even … Ben Shapiro was foolish for believing her. Maybe … his wife had lied to him to preserve his manly self-worth. She was seeing everything about her old life differently now. When she looked behind her, she saw that Thomas was lying on his back. His long penis glistened in the low light.
“Well, I imagine you have observed a horse at a gallop.” Thomas waited for her to nod. When she did, he continued. “Imagine I’m your horse, and a gang of desperados are after you. Ride me like that.”
“Okay.” Jessica walked over to him, straddled him, and lowered herself slowly. Soon, she was squirming on him. His penis was back in her belly. Her hips undulated rhythmically. “Oooooohhhhhhhhhhhh.”
“No, no, no, Mrs. Reader. I did not say ‘writhe like a snake on me.’ There is a time and place for what you’re doing, and it is not now. I said ‘ride me.’ The desperadoes are after you.” He took handfuls of her ass and guided her up and down for several minutes. “Put your feet firmly on the floor. Yes … ugh … like that. Good. Now … ride … ride …”
“Oh … my … oh … my …” Jessica held her enlarged breasts to slow their bouncing. She thought they might smack her right in the face without restraint. She looked down at the beautiful young man. She didn’t know if he was twenty years old, or more than one hundred twenty. Either way, they weren’t the right age for one another. Or perhaps … they were perfectly matched. Swirling bliss spread from her core through her body. “I’ve never … uuugggghhhhhh … done it … like this … before.”
“That much … is obvious.” Thomas’s lips curved in a boyish smile. “You still need … practice. But one day … you will much surprise Noah … with all you’ve learned.”
“Noah?” Jessica thought of kissing her son’s strong, full lips. Then she thought of his penis. He wasn’t as large as the monster moving inside her. But he was big. She looked down at the grinning Thomas and imagined it was Noah’s happy face she saw there. In that moment, she had no doubt that her son would be awed by what his mother had learned. “Is this … what all boys … want? To see their … mothers … the way you see me … ah … ah … ah … now?”
Thomas nodded. “It is a joy … that I would sacrifice everything … for. That I did … sacrifice … uuuugggghhhhhhhh.” His face suddenly became serious. “I’m going to … release inside you.” He saw a look of concern pass over her face. “Fear not … I cannot impregnate you … I leave that pleasure to … another.”
“Okay … okay … do it then.” Jessica rode him faster. She didn’t expect to orgasm that moment, but when Thomas roared, and she felt his frozen stuff deep inside. Her screaming climax swiftly wiped her mind away. She shrieked and begged for more.
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Falling and falling. Samantha gripped Noah’s hand like it was her last anchor to sanity. The burning pain had lasted longer than she thought possible, and then it had scalded her some more. Finally, the pain and its accompanying glow faded. She tried to say something into the darkness, but the howling wind swallowed her words. They fell and fell.
Just when she thought they would tumble through the void forever, they landed on something soft and warm. Samantha had the odd sensation that she and Noah were tangled on top of a welcoming pair of boobs. She blinked her eyes and looked around. No boobs. They were on his bed, she was laying on top of him. They were perpendicular. “Holy … shit. We’re in your room.” She sucked in air, her mind slowing down to match the still room around her. Outside, it was still night. “You okay? That heat … hurt! Didn’t it?” She heard only gasping under her. He sounded like a fish out of water. “Noah?”
Panic surged through Noah. He didn’t know how long it had been since air filled his lungs. He tried desperately to breathe, clawing at his friend as she lay on top of him.
“Noah!” Samantha scrambled off him. She could see he was having an attack. It had been years since he’d had one. She tried to remember what the adults had done to help him. “Hold on.” She remembered what she had done. It had happened back in fifth grade and they were on the playground. She had gone for help. Samantha jumped off the bed. His parents would know what to do. She raced across the room, opened his door, and spotted Jessica down the hall. “Mrs. Reader!”
Jessica felt like she was floating back to her bedroom. She could add postcoital bliss to the list of things she finally understood. She heard their guest behind her and turned. “Oh … hello, Sam. Do you need something?”
“It’s Noah, he’s having one of his attacks.” Samantha gestured frantically for Jessica to join her in the room. She watched the woman’s dreamy face harden into motherly concern. Samantha got out of the way as Jessica ran down the hall, the front of her dress bouncing wildly. I saw the woman in front of me having sex with a character from a painting. Samantha watched her pass, staring at the woman’s rolling butt as she jogged to her son’s bed and knelt down.
“Another one?” Jessica pulled her son into her arms. She pressed his thin body against hers, forgetting to hide her changes from him. “I’m here. Everything’s okay. Mommy’s got you, Noah.” She rocked him slowly, rubbing his back. It took her a moment to realize that he was erect, and it was pressing into her hip. Vivid images of riding her son popped into her mind. She closed her eyes and focused on his need for her. “There we go … good work, honey. There’s a breath. And another one.” She felt his back rise and fall steadily.
Samantha stood in the doorway and watched mother and son rock together. Jessica was still on her knees, holding Noah close to her. It felt inappropriate witnessing such an intimate moment. But that seemed to be the theme of the night. Cognitive dissonance hit Samantha hard as she tried to square this loving mother with the woman they had seen getting plowed just minutes ago. She couldn’t make it work in her mind, so instead she committed to the present.
“Thanks … Mom.” Noah took several shuddering breaths. “I don’t know … what came … over me.” When she held him at arm’s length, he found that he couldn’t look her in the eyes. If the window told the truth, she had cheated on his father that night. He breathed in deeply. He could smell her sweat, and that briny, ocean smell that he’d caught from Hailey. Samantha had said it was sex. He supposed she was right. “I’m okay now … you can go back to bed.” He looked at her oversized dress. She clearly had not been in bed.
“I’m glad you’re feeling better.” She eased him back onto his bed and stood. “Goodnight, you two.” She patted his head and ruffled his hair. She turned and smiled at Samantha as she walked out.
Samantha smiled back. The dreamy look was still in Jessica’s eyes. Samantha wondered if they really were too late to save Clover Falls.
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Last night was crazy. Ella thought about what she had seen at the Botti’s house. She wondered what her friends thought. Surely, none of them had ever seen anything like it. She thought about texting them, but she was still mad at them for making her see Mrs. Botti do that stuff to Paul.
“Morning, muffin.” Mara walked into the dining room with a steaming mug of coffee and a big smile on her face. Her curly black hair was lustrous in the first warm rays of sunlight that cut through the room.
“Morning, Mom.” Ella cocked her head. “Why are you so chipper?”
“Well, your father and I had … um … a nice marital moment last night.” Her smile widened.
“Gross.”
“And I struck while the iron was hot, so to speak.” Mara was quite sure that her eighteen-year-old daughter was old enough for some harmless innuendo. The girl knew her mother wasn’t a nun.
“Grrrooooossssss.” Ella curved her lip in disgust.
“And your father promised me the painting I’ve been asking for.” Mara sipped her coffee. “What? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“Don’t get one of those paintings, Mom.” Ella’s heart beat like a drum in her chest. “Um … please … please … have him take you on a vacation instead. Somewhere nice.”
“Well, that would be pleasant.” Mara nodded like she was thinking about it. She was not. “But every woman but me seems to have one of The Belle Dame’s gorgeous paintings. You don’t want your poor mother left out, do you?”
Ella could see that arguing would only entrench her mother. She shifted tactics. “Let me come with you. I’ll help you pick one out.” She would make sure they got the most innocuous painting. Nothing that could do anything nefarious in a million years. If The Belle Dame had a portrait of a puppy parade, that’s the one they would get.
“Oh, lovely.” Mara clapped her hands. “Winter break starts after school today. Your father and I will pick you up, and we can celebrate the end of school with some shopping.”
“Great.” Ella plastered a smile on her face. “I can’t wait.”
I've written this story through chapter 40, including the finale. All chapters are available on my website. You can find the link in my Reddit profile if you're interested. If you prefer to wait, I'll post about a chapter a month here. All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older. Thanks for reading!
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[B/S] my brother and I together again.
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My brother and I recently moved in together. It’s nothing more than for financial reason. Yes, we have played around and fucked with each other before, but we had cut it off before moving in with each other. We wanted to be clear we were roommates and can do and be with whoever we want.
So I obviously invite men over because I’m constantly horny. Often times my brother is out when this happens so let’s just say I make use of the space, doors are left open, etc.
It was only a matter of time until my brother walked into our home and caught me bent over on the couch with a cock inside of me. My fuck buddy was close to coming, as was I, right as he walked in and caught us. I noticed my brother and my pussy instantly tightened and flooded with heat while getting railed. Which…caused the man to cum inside of me. My brother cleared his throat so the man would notice him and let’s just say it got awkward. The man left me there naked and walked right out of the door lmao.
I was still bent over leaking cum. My brother saw it as an opportunity. I could tell he was already rock hard as he came to shove his face in my used cunt and lick me clean.
It didn’t take me long until I was begging my big brother to fuck me. It had been so long since I felt him inside of me and I wanted it so badly. He caved and next thing I knew my brother was thrusting inside of me as I was begging him to cum in me.
He eventually came inside of me (yes, I am on BC), pulled out, slapped my ass and said “maybe next time go to your room like a good girl when you are using another man’s cock” and left me there just like the man that fucked me before.
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[FF] My dear cousin
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Last year I (19F) went to Florida on spring break visiting my aunt and uncle and my cousin Jenna. I hadn't seen them in a while and I was very excited to hit the beach. The first day there, Jenna and I were changing into our swimsuits and she remarked how much I had filled out.
She asked me what size I was up top and I proudly told her I had developed a nice D cup. Jenna (19F) was a little on the chunky side, she even had a few tattoos and a piercing. but when she popped off her bra she was very busty, probably a D cup as well.
Off to the beach we went, only about a 3 block stroll from their house. so we spent about 4 hours playing in the surf and soaking up the sun. She kept telling me to use some sunscreen and as I lay on my stomach, she started to rub my back and legs with lotion. I noticed as she continued, it was almost massage-like. Her hands slid up and down my legs and in between my thighs. It was kinda hot, I have to admit.
When we got back to the house, my aunt and uncle were out shopping for dinner. Jenna opened the window of her bedroom and lit up a joint and asked me if I wanted some. We both hit the joint a few times and stripped down to take a shower.
She started to wash my back and again started rubbing up and down my back and legs. I was really buzzing, I guess it was that Florida weed. She then slipped her fingers between my legs and I twitched as she ran her fingers in and out. She asked me if it felt good and I just nodded "yes".
She turned me around and as we were facing each other, she put my hands on her soapy breasts and told me to " Do her front". My head was spinning now and I wanted to touch her even though I had never been involved with any cousin. So we were standing face to face and were both rubbing each others soapy bodies, when she slips her hands between my legs and touches my clit. I trembled and shook with excitement and Jenna only laughed and said" it's ok, relax". She put my hand between her legs and I started to massage her hard clit.
This went on for a few more minutes, and I was so turned on, not only with her touching me, but I was doing something really naughty to her. She shut off the water and we got out and were toweling each other off. She told me she needed to rub some lotion on my sunburn and she pushed me back on the bed.
She didn't rub me with any lotion, but she spread my legs and lowered her head and started to lick my clit and pussy with her warm tongue. And in just a few minutes, I had a strong earth shaking orgasm.
She started to kiss my stomach, then my boobs and then kissed my neck and whispered in my ear, " Now you can do me". She slipped my hands between her legs and her pussy was wet. "Go Ahead' she encouraged me and I spread her legs and tasted her pussy for the first time. Jenna held the back of my head as she squirmed and orgasmed as I worked my tongue around her clit.
We lay there naked in each others arms for a long time. The whole experience was mind blowing. I mean I had fooled around with other girls before, but nothing like this. We continued to do this every night after a shower.
We've been texting and trading nude pictures ever since. God, I want to do this some more!
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[B/B] Brother (22M) caught me (20M) UPDATE 2 HE FINGERED ME
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So if you haven’t read my previous posts, check those out! After i wrote my previous post, a few hours later it was time to have some fun. My brother got into bed and i came over and got in his bed. He asked to talk to me and i said i wanted to talk to him too. He then explained that he really enjoys everything we’ve been doing, and i agree. I tell him “I want you to feel comfortable so i don’t want to ever make you feel like you have to do anything” He said “I appreciate that, i have to be honest, i never thought i would be masturbating with another guy, let alone helping him, and let alone him being you.” I laughed and said “i never thought so either, i never thought of you in the way i am now” He asked what i meant, and i realized that definitely needs more explaining. I told him “i don’t mean i’m like in love with you, i just mean i never thought of you as someone i’d want to have sex with before now.” He asked “You want to have sex with me? Like more than just blowjobs?” I said “Maybe, if you were ever interested.” He laughed and said “You’re such a pervert” and i got kinda embarrassed thinking i went too far. He noticed this and said “I like you being a pervert, i love making you cum. I’m not gay though.” I asked him “Why do you have to put labels on it? If you enjoy doing something, just enjoy it, don’t put labels on it if you don’t want to” He stopped like he was thinking about that. He then asked “I do really enjoy everything we’ve been doing, I enjoy our closeness now more than before even.”
I then decided to be bold, i asked “Do you enjoy this?” I then grabbed his head and kissed him. This was the first time i kissed him on the lips, he looked shocked. I waited for an answer and he said “I don’t know, i have to think, maybe we should chill for tonight” I thought i went too far so i apologized and went to my bed. It took forever but i finally drifted to sleep, but i was woken up in the morning as my brother was getting ready for class, he was shirtless and putting his jeans on, i asked if he was getting ready for class and he said “Yeah, did i wake you?” I said “Yeah but it’s okay” He then looked at me, and i could tell by the way he was looking that he was thinking something. He then came over to me, and got on my bed, he then kissed me. It was a slow passionate kiss. He then got on top of me and we made out. I told him i want him inside me, and he said he wasn’t sure about that. I told him that’s okay and he said he wanted something else. He then laid back and took off his jeans. It was so hot seeing him in daylight like this.
He then laid back and asked me if i still was down to give him that blowjob. I said of course. He asked that he helps me first, so i agreed. I told me to get on top of him, and i did. My ass was sitting on his pelvic area, with his hard dick riding up right on my ass but not in. He started stroking my dick, he then reaches back with his other hand and he wets it, and then begins to slowly enter my ass with his finger. I moan in pleasure and said “Fuuuck please… deeper.” He then proceeds to go deeper with his finger. I told him to go faster so he does on both my ass and stroking speed. I then slip and say “Yesss faster baby please” He then seems to get excited and goes even faster. Eventually i got close to cumming so he told me to cum on his dick. I did as instructed and got up and shot my cum on his dick. Then he told me to suck it. I was excited and got down at the end of the bed and began sucking his cock. Tasting my cum and his precum together was something magical. He was moaning so loud and excitedly as we were the only ones home. Finally he cums in my mouth, he then brings me back up and kisses me. He has me taste his finger that he fingered me with, i just sat there and told him how much i loved it. He tells me we will talk more when he gets back, he goes to class after i suck his cock, which just sounds so hot to me haha.
I texted him and said “I can’t wait for seconds” and he texted back and said “as soon as they go to bed;)” referring to my parents.
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I [F20] use to work as an escort, my craziest story
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About a year ago I worked as an escort for about 4 - 5 months. The money was great and most jobs were pretty normal, I would come across the odd fetish but nothing too crazy.
About 3 weeks before I quit, I had been booked for one client which turned out to be 5 guys in their 40’s & 50’s. They were business professionals and the job was actually at their office, so I won’t go into details as to what they did. When I arrived there was a table covered in some “special powder” and lots of money spread everywhere. I was dressed as a maid as requested, one of the men asked that I put on a strap-on and squat over a desk. I had 1 guy suck on the fake dick while another was eating my ass, this went on for a few minutes, the other 3 gentlemen just watched from chairs. I was then asked to fuck 1 guy in the ass while the other fucked me from behind, I had never done anything like this before but I just went for it. He ended up cumming on the desk and the other guy cums inside me. They then ask that I squat over the desk again and let the cum drip out of me and onto the cum already spray across the desk. I squatted for a couple minutes then was made to lick the desk clean.
They then all proceeded to cum on my face and paid me to just stay with them for 2 more hours. I had to just sit there with cum all over my face.
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[M/S] [B/S] My (M19) Adoptive and estranged Sister(F21) has nowhere else to go.
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So I recently made a post saying that my Adoptive Mom was pregnant with my child. What I haven't spoken about was my Sister. Mainly because I haven't talked to her in years. She came from an abusive family and she struggled being in a loving one but she eventually adjusted and we were very close. However when our dad went behind Mom's back and slept with our Aunt(Mom's sister) she must have felt like it was easier to just ruin things in the home than stick around and watch it burn. She went back into care until she was 18. We never talked after she left the home.
Yesterday I got a call from n unknown number which I declined a few times over the say but eventually I picked up.
At first I didn't recognise the voice but she said who she was and I was just like in shock. I asked how she was and although things ended horrible I was so happy to hear from her. She said she was leaving her abusive Ex and needed a place to stay. I didn't really think about it and said yeah she can stay here for as long as she needs too. She arrived 4 hours ago and she just hugged me and started crying. She said she'd had a miscarriage due to her boyfriend kicking her in the stomach and she sowed me the mark. Its faded but there. She's been to the police and he's been arrested. She was a mess. She asked how mum was and I said okay and I stupidly spouted out that she's Pregnant.
She had the same reaction I did, utter shock. She asked who's it was and I said I dunno although I'm not sure she bought it.
I'm going to call her Ariel since that was her favorite Disney Princess growing up.
The thing is growing up I always thought she was fit. Extremely good looking girl. And she still is even though she's a wreck right now.
I said she could take my room and I'd take the couch. (I'll be honest I've slept in Mom's room most nights for the past 4 months so it wasn't like I was losing much.
Not sure how she's gonna take knowing me and mom are together. I don't like like thought of lying to her so I think I'm going to tell mom to come clean.
What do you guys think? I really need some advice on this one.
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[MF] my sister in law's tits part 2
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After our adventure at the campground I was unsure of what to do next. I know what we had done was wrong but I couldn't shake the image of my cock squirting cum between her tits. I couldn't shake the image of the next morning where I could very clearly see the dried cumstains on her shirt.
We didn't speak of it and moved on with our lives. I was content with this one time moment. A few months later it's the week before Christmas and she's staying over at my house for 2 days to do a cookie/baking marathon. I didn't know if I could risk giving her another load.
The day after she arrives she goes to the store with my wife and it's just me doing my wfh. I didn't think anything of it until I brought some toys into the guest room for my niece...and then I saw it. The same luggage bag she brought camping. All of the memories came back and I couldn't help it I had to at least see what she brought. I gently opened the zipper and started to shift clothes out of the way and that's when I saw them. Several colored thongs and matching bras. I even found the dirty clothes from the night before. I found her panties from last night, lacy, see-through undies. I pulled them out of the bag and wrapped them around my cock and I went as hard as I could. I could feel myself getting ready to cum and without any tissues to cover up I panicked and tried to pull them off me but it was too late. I filled up her dirty panties with my cum. I took a bit of a risk and put a little bit of my cum in each clean thong. No matter what she would be wearing my cum tonight.
After dinner she went to shower before bed while we put the kids down to sleep. My wife went upstairs first while I stayed with my sister in law by the TV to watch another episode of whatever it was we were watching. After about 30 min she went to use the bathroom. She came back and handed me her panties. She said, I can smell the cum in them did you put cum in off of my underwear. I looked at the panties and back at her and just said, yeah...
She takes the panties back and tell me... the pair that you fill up earlier? I wore that pair sonykud have more material to feel on your cock. Thongs just don't have that much to feel. Also, you must have been holding that load in a while because it tasted THICK when i licked it out of my panties. If you keep Cumming on things that go on me, why not just try to cum IN me?
I wasn't sure what so say, it's been months since the camping trip and when we have the chance again, she's up for it?
She takes off her t-shirt and jammy pants and stand in front of me. Those amazing 38dds I had seen before but now I see a perfectly trimmed pussy for the first time. She strattles me and pushes her tits into my face. I can smell the perfume on her. She starts to pussy grind my cock and I can hear her moaning softly in ear. She grinds me for another minute then asks, do you want to feel me from the inside? Instead of answering I just grab her asscheeks and lift her up just enough that my cock rises up and I slowly lower her onto it. I am fully inside her now.
She starts to move her hips, riding me up and down, in and out. I rise to meet her rhythm and we get into synch. What seemed like forever she grabs my chest and just scratches me down. That feeling made me almost cum but I managed to pull back enough to gain a second wind. I grab her ass checks again and pump myself into her meeting every thrust either a squeeze from her pussy. I tell her to lay back, so she does and spreads her incredibly sexy legs wide. I enter her again and meet each thrust. We're in perfect rhythm, her tits are bouncing everywhere. Our eyes meet and stay locked as I quicken my pace. I can feel her pussy wall tighten up and she's let's out a quiet fuck fuck I'm Cumming oh fuck. I quicken again and I can feel I'm about to cum. I don't even get a chance to tell her I'm Cumming she wrapped her legs around me tells me to fill her up with my cum. I couldn't pull out if i wanted to her legs are so strong.
So I think to myself okay this is it. I keep my pace steady and just as my first shot of cum is launching her pussy lips tighten again. That was it can't fight it. I shot 4 thick loads into her pussy, only slightly slowing my pace but pushing in as deep as I could.
We lock eyes still, panting and sweaty. Her pussy filled with my cum. I pull my cock out and she moves up and puts it in her mouth. She licks off both my remaining cum and the juices from her pussy. I lay on the ground and she lays there next to me and continues to give a blow job. I'm starting to get hard again so she says, round 2. She gets on top and cowgirls me. My cum is still in side her and I'm back in again. I've cummed 2 times already today what else is left. We keep at it. Swapping positions every few minutes but eventually I am behing her doggy style and a other orgasm tightens around my cock and the perfect time and I can feel the build up so I quicken my pace and shoot another load into her.
This time she's had enough. She puts on her panties and clothes as I do as well. She tells me that she cant wait to sleep the night away with my cum in her. She gives me a long kiss so i grab her waste as we just make out for a few. As I am playing with her nipple we hear movement upstairs so we stop. It's me niece so she goes upstairs and says goodnight.
The next morning she goes on as if nothing had happened. They finish baking and they leave. NOw I'm just wondering when the next time will be.
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The Old Vacation Home [Paranormal] [Psychological] [F30's]
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The Old Vacation Home
Bethany felt a blend of nostalgia and sadness while pulling up at the old vacation home, hearing pebbles crackle while she parked her car. She loved her father dearly even though her personality was far less introverted than his. Introverted, a bit, yes. But he had lived like an eremite.
The news about his death had shaken her to the core and while she had recieved them quite some time ago and processed a lot of the grief, seeing the place where he loved to dig into his bookworm research the most brought so much of it back.
As the youngest, she was absolutely a daddy's girl and she stayed like this until now, in her thirties. As the most beloved and trusted daughter, she knew that his will would be stored in the small wooden drawer in the study room. Actually it was more like a library. Bethany switched on the dim lights and took a deep breath of the air that was saturated with the smell of wood and paper.
While she knew that he had an interest in collecting occult books, she was surprised to see one of those large things open on his desk, together with some notes of his own. Maybe he had hidden it because her mother was deeply catholic.
Bethany flipped the light switch of the green desk lamp and couldn't resist to deepen her investigation.
What attracted her attention the most was an old drawing that seemed to depict a screaming woman surrounded by dark demonic faces of some sort. Were those fangs in her mouth? Weird... But interesting. The text around the picture was hard to read because it had been written in elaborate gothic letters. While Bethany couldn't decipher everything, it became clear that this was a ritual instruction on how to have sex with the devil.
Why would he be interested in this?
Fueled by intoxicating curiosity, she went through multiple pages of her fathers notebook. And while the whole thing remained very much a mystery, Bethany began to see where he was coming from. A bit.
His take was that stuff like this is supposed to be beneficial, a psychological act of liberation. A transformative use of inner archetypes. To him, the „forces of the devil“ represented suppressed parts of a persons psyche and to activate them meant a helpful step in what psychologist Carl Jung calls individuation.
He had loved Jung and he had loved talking in such intellectual mumbo jumbo terms, Bethany remembered and chuckled. How her mood had changed! And in a strange but undeniable way, the findings excited her.
One thing lead to another and soon she was carrying a bowl of water from the kitchen to her fathers desk and put it to her left, as instructed by the old book. While she lit the candle she had placed to her right she wondered whether this was the way her dad would think it to be correctly done. Maybe he had a different view on it than this book. Was this in some way dangerous? Was she silly? Her mother surely would claim so.
Nahtz Fehr Ata Infernum Nera.
Nahtz Fehr Ata Infernum Nera.
Nahtz Fehr Ata Infernum Nera.
How many times would it be necess - what's this? Bethany clearly felt a sensation. A shiver. But stronger than a shiver. And... up her legs? Up the back of her legs, starting from her ankles. And it lingered, like it had opened a pleasurable, tingling pathway of some sort. Her eyes widened and after a short stop, she softly continued the incantation.
Was this psychological? Soon, she didn't care as much. Waves of bliss wriggled up to the top of her head, quieting her restless mind.
Was it her that had removed her top?
What began as small streams of energy became blasting rivers of lust, entering below her skirt, bursting out of her throat and chest. The incantation turned into strong moans as Bethany felt her elbows being grabbed by some outside force (or could it be a muscle spasm?) and pulled back. And now she felt it. the lips of her pussy were clearly pushed apart in a steady decisive motion. It felt cold but at the same time, it created an immense heat. The grip around her elbows tightened and Bethany was fucked with such a raw intensity that it bordered on pain. Just the right amount of dangerous force and not a bit more. A kind of perfection no lover had ever reached before. As she tried to recite the words of the spell but failed out of sheer passion, her juices gushed out of her in an uncontrollable orgasm before she sank down on the desk panting, covering the notebook with her breasts.
When Bethany drove home that evening she wrestled with the thought of never going back again and returning very soon. After all, her soul indeed felt much liberated and pleasurably invigorated.
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[MFF 20's] Threesome at the outdoor pool in the moonlight (Part 1/4) [Bi] [M-solo]
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*This is supposed to be a long story split into 4 parts. It starts slow, this first part is mainly the build-up of the story. [Part 2](https://reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/110gzeb/mff_20s_threesome_at_the_outdoor_pool_in_the/?) should be posted shortly for you to dive into the sexy stuff right away.*
*Fully fictional story. Resemblence to real experiences are coincidental and unintentional.*
It was a scorching hot Friday afternoon in mid-July. I had been working from home for the last week making sure I got everything done to call it a day early on Friday. I was looking forward to starting my summer vacation with a visit to the outdoor pool of my city. Finally, the time had come. The clock read 2:16 pm when I turned off my work laptop. About 30 minutes later I was sitting in a shallow pool enjoying the cool water and starting to relax from the work week.
As the time went by, I noticed the pool steadily filling up which didn’t really surprise me. More and more people had finished their work and were looking for a place to cool down. So, I decided to make my way into the larger and deeper swimmers’ pool to swim a few laps. I walked past the big stone stairs that people used to sit on when suddenly a woman waved at me. It was Cathy, a former classmate, accompanied by her best friend Megan. I most likely wouldn’t have recognized them if Cathy hadn’t waved at me. But now, looking more closely, I realized that they hadn’t changed all too much in the last ten years. I hadn’t made close friends with anyone in my grade so I wasn’t really interested in keeping in touch with my former classmates after I finished school. Cathy and Megan were no exception. But I remembered them being among the hotter girls of my grade. Now, in their late 20s, it looked to me like they had even improved somewhat on that front. Both of them were slightly above average in height and very attractive in their own ways.
Cathy had brown eyes and slightly curled brown hair that reached about halfway down her upper arms. The best way to describe her body in one word was – flawless. Her slim and athletic shape more than made up for what she maybe lacked in curvaceousness. Megan on the other hand had all the curves you could ask for. The most obvious eye catcher of her body was a pair of nice big breasts that were slightly saggy but just the right amount if you asked me. In addition, her butt was amazing both in terms of size and shape. The style of her hair was still the same as ten years ago. She had her long brown hair with blonde highlights tied back in a ponytail and a pair of big dark sunglasses covered her blue-green eyes. I remembered the two girls meeting the typical image of best friends who were doing everything together at school. Therefore, I was more surprised that they hadn’t moved somewhere else after school than about seeing them both together.
Even though we hadn’t been close friends during our time at school, all three of us were somewhat curious about how the other’s lives had developed over the past years. A little reluctantly I talked about my job as a materials science engineer. I used to spend most of my professional life hating it but I also knew having a respectable academic job hints that you can get at least something right in your life so I made sure to play that card. Generally, the atmosphere between us was very relaxed and pleasant right from the start. The conversation basically took care of itself since we had a lot to talk and also laugh about. From time to time, I casted some unobtrusive glances at the bodies of my two interlocutors. I wasn’t sure if they noticed. If so, they didn’t show any reaction. We also talked about other people from our grade. Cathy mentioned that some of their friends had already married and some even had children. “What about you two?” I casually asked, not knowing that their answer would suddenly change the context of our conversation, at least for myself. The two women looked at each other questioningly for a moment. Then they both nodded in agreement. Megan took off her sunglasses and started talking.
“We both had been in a serious long-term relationship with our respective boyfriend” she started. “But then, it all ended pretty miserably around the same time. During this difficult time, we were able to support each other, as we have been best friends since we met for the first time. Completely surprising to both of us, we found out that we could also have fun without men” she said with a slight grin spreading over her face. I noticed how my heart started beating faster. “So, … so you two are in a serious relationship now?” I stuttered. Now Cathy started to smile as well. “Not really” she replied. “We discovered our bisexuality but it’s more of a friends-with-benefits-relationship between us. We have some fun together but the main thing is that we are still best friends after all.”
Feverishly I was trying to come up with a somewhat reasonable response to what the two had just revealed to me. I’ve always had a soft spot for bisexual women but I had never been lucky enough to meet one. Now I had two hot former classmates sitting next to me telling me they would just casually fuck each other from time to time. “Yeah, well, umm … that’s great if it’s okay for both of you” was all I could come up with. My facade of pretended coolness had completely collapsed by now. Megan and Cathy couldn’t stop smiling. “Well, after so much talking, maybe this was a bit too much information for you to handle” Megan giggled. All of a sudden, I was afraid about the conversation to end. I didn’t even know what I was trying to achieve but I knew the first step had to be to keep the conversation going. I had thousands of thoughts going through my head, I just needed something to say that didn’t make me look like a complete and utter moron. “You know, every time I go to the outdoor pool, I think about what it would be like to sneak in at night and undisturbedly swim around in the dark. Have you ever thought of this?” As soon as I had expressed the thought, I could have slapped myself in the face multiple times. Instead, I tried to remain calm while waiting for their reactions.
“I have never thought about that but it sounds exciting to me” Cathy replied. “Yes, instead of wondering how it would be for your whole life why not just try and do it?” Megan added. “How about we give it a try tonight?” I was absolutely shocked. On the one hand, I never expected them to go along with this crazy idea. On the other hand, I was scared about having to put my plan into practice now. Thinking about it was one thing, really doing it was a completely different story. The two women seemed to have noticed my hesitation. “Hey, it wasn’t our idea, you came up with it. And now you want to abandon it because you’re scared or something?” Megan asked provocatively. I knew, there was no going back from this now. “No, it’s alright” I replied. “I would love you to join me tonight.” We then decided to head home to get some rest for our endeavor. Before entering our cars at the parking lot, we agreed to meet here again at 10 pm this night.
Driving home took me about ten minutes but it felt like an eternity. As soon as I got home, I rushed into the shower and got rid of my clothes. I couldn’t stop fantasizing about Cathy and Megan fucking themselves in every possible way which made my dick hard and throbbing. I barely needed any further stimulation. After just a few quick strokes I shot a big load against the glass wall of my shower. With shaky knees I finished my shower, grabbed a little snack and laid down on the couch. I had about three hours to rest up before heading back to the outdoor pool. I set up an alarm on my phone just to be safe and fell asleep shortly afterwards.
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The Assistant
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It was a normal Monday during the month of February. I had ready to prepare for a busy day of dental office visits to help out a few local doctors with previous cases. With my alarm reminding to get motivated I climbed out of bed and threw on some workout clothes to get in a heavy workout. Today's schedule was upper back and biceps. Starting in my warm up I began to run through my work day in my head. There was one office that I had been to before and as I remembered clearly there was a specific assistant that had caught my eye. I hadn't seen her before my last visit but she had the most beautiful brown eyes and redish tint hair.
Halfway through lifting, the room was hot and I was already drenched in sweat. With arms pumping weights, I had imagined seeing this girl again being a possibility. What's her story? I thought to myself as I continued to push through the reps. Loosing my shirt to cool down a bit I started in my last set of weights. I was looking forward to what the day was planning to bring.
After my session I walked down stairs kissing my wife as I passed walking to the shower. I love my wife, she's my rock and support network she also is very understanding of my flirtatious manner. You see I love to make women feel special and wanted. Theres nothing more meaning full than a raw smile from someone who feels seen and appreciated. You never know what someone's going through and a little flirting can help them perk right up.
With the hot water gliding down my naked body soothing my just worked muscles I started to loosen up. I reached for the soap and started to lather up. In walks my wife again, taking a glance as I locked eyes. She was beautiful and sexy and always manages to get my attention. The feeling of a teased erection started while spreading the soap throughout my body. Looking at her I gave a few short strokes. She responds, "You're going to be late for work dear." With a smile I responded," That's fine. Wait until I see that girl today. You'll be jealous." She walks away with a giggle. That's fine, you enjoy! She's always been a good tease when it came to me and other women and it just makes her even hotter.
As I get ready to leave I kissed her on the cheek. "I'll see you tonight. I hope you have a good day." With a quick side grab of her breast she responded with a lip bite. "Ouch" I replied as she smiled. "Have a good day," she returned. Out I went.
Pulling up to the office I grabbed my box of things. Walking in, it was a large office with several rooms and offices and one big break room. I had had the tour a while back and was always impressed with the layout. I walk back in the office where the doctors were. They were fairly busy today with most of the staff running around helping patients. I gave a look around as I waited to talk to the doctor but I hadn't seen the girl from a previous day. I thought to myself, maybe she was off today or maybe I dreamed the interaction. I began to chat with the doctor about today's case, my back facing the door. I heard a voice as a question and walked up. It was her, Stacy, her brown eyes locked with mine as my eyebrows perked up. She looked at me with a smile. "Well, hello again," she said pleasingly. I returned with Hi "good to see you again. The doctor looked up at us, puzzled. She then got her answer and walked out. As we finished talking, the doctor walked out as I went to find a place to set up.
Stacy walked around the corner. "Here, you can set up down here." She walked me to a corner cabinet. As I followed her I couldn't help but notice her nice ass in those sexy black scrubs walking down the hall. I've worked with alot of assistants but she was eye catching. Her tight waist and hourglass figure. Stopping at the cabinet I put my stuff down. Using small talk i mentioned, "You all are certainly busy today" she looked at me and rolled her eyes. "Yep shit show today" she explained. "Thank you so much for coming your a big help. Whatever you need ask me I'll take care of it for you."
As the patient came in I worked with the team in fixing a few issues with her case. There was some oven down time so I was standing out of the way. Stacy walked back over and leaned on the cabinet. "I'm so ready to be done", she said. I peered over and noticed the top of her scrubs were draped open revealing a teal decorative bra. I leaned in to talk as I continued peering into her shirt as hoping to catch a glimpse of a possible nip slip. she slid over to me to whisper. "Truth is I could really go for a good fuck right now." My eyes got big I looked up as she was staring me right in the eyes. "Like what you see? Don't think I don't notice." I know your kind" she said. I replied with hesitation. "Um, i can assure you I'm not like other guys." "So does that mean you don't want to fuck me?" She shot back without hesitation. My heart started to increase and my hands started to warm. I could feel the bulge in my jeans start to restrict.
She gets called out and leaves. Gathering my composure I grabbed the final piece and helped deliver the case. My mind racing with thoughts of what had transpired. I looked around but no sign of Stacy. I wonder if she's going to rat me out what happens next, I questioned. As I walk back to my box of things a hand reaches out from a room near by and jolts me in. The door, etched glass, quickly closes and a hand goes over my mouth as Stacy is standing in front of me pinneing me against the wall. "Shhh," she said as she takes her other hand and locks the room. She removes her hand and politely says. "Let's see what type of guy you are then." I Quietly say, "We can't do this here." She then turns around and walks toward a counter in the room. "Oh I see I'm not worth your time then." She bends slightly grabbing the top of her pants and pulls them down. My eyes widen as shes not wearing any panties. I'm almost shaking with nervousness but excitement at the same time. She taunted "I don't have all day you know, I'm a very important assistant."
Walking up to her I unbuckled my belt and my jeans dropped to my ankles. My throbbing cock restricted in my briefs. I quickly pulled them down exposing my now rock hard cock. Grabbing her waist with one hand I pulled her into me. She gasped a bit as she stepped back. "Fuck me" she said, "But don't make a sound." Grabbing my cock in my other hand I positioned it between her thighs. With a slight side to side I could feel her wet clit eager to be fucked. "That's it" she said "stick it in me let me feel that hard cock." I started to slide in just the tip. Her and I both let out a deep soft moan as I entered her. Placing her hand over her mouth to try to stay quiet I began to slide in and out of her tight wet pussy. Pumping her against the counter I flipped up her scrub top exposing her perfectly shaped breasts. I reached around with both hands gripping them as I thrusted harder. Her soft moaning quivers fill the room as we fuck in an office full of people. Harder and harder I could feel my body starting to tense. She's gripping the counter with the other hand. Her back begins to arch up as she's getting close to climaxing. A few more quick thrusts and a burst of energy and relief runs throughout my body as I cum inside her. She collapses on the counter breathing heavily as we finish. I pull out giving her a nice smack on the ass.
I stepped back pulled up my briefs and jeans while she pulls up her scrubs and straightens her hair. A noise by the door as a shadow walks by the frosted glass and stops. We feeeze. Another walks up. "Have you seen Stacy? "A no replied by the other. They both walk off. Stacy walks over gives me a kiss on the cheek and says, "you're welcome." Then walks to the door and unlocks it then walks out. Again gathering my composure I adjusted my shirt and stepped out of the room. Luckily Noone was around so stepped over to the cabinet to grab my things. Walking back to the office to tell everyone bye and the doctor walks up. Hey man what's that on your cheek? "What I," exclamation nervously. Oh that must have gotten something on my hands and smudged it. Wiping it off and turning for the door I saw Stacy watching me as I leave with a smirk.
"We appreciate all your help come anytime?" I plan on it I wittingly replied. ..
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The time I hooked up with my friend at a pool party
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So this story is about 2 years old but I still think it's hot and worth sharing!
I am 27 (was 25 at the time) and got invited to a pool party. I got there, we chilled, drank, and went swimming. There was about 10 people there and it went on pretty late. One of my old friends happened to be there - she was visiting home from out of state. We ended up chatting it up as the party went on. As people got out of the pool, there was still a group of 4 of us still chilling in the pool. We were all pretty tipsy and were still drinking a little. As time went on, the other 2 went inside with the others, so it was just me and my friend - I think she was 23/24 at the time by the way.
After like 10 minutes, we got out of the pool and started drying off a little in the backyard by the pool. My friend started feeling my upper arms, and saying how strong I felt. I grabbed her hips with my hands and complimented her back, and we ended up kissing, and it also lead to making out. This is when she told me she wants to see how well I eat out.We moved a lawn chair behind this tree to make sure nobody would see us. We both got on it and continued making out for a little. I ended up crawling on her, and started making my way down her body with kisses. Her bra ended up coming off as I made my way down. I ended up taking her bottom part of her bikini off and started eating her out.
She put her feet on my back and was gripping my head with her thighs, as well as her hands tugging my hair. She was getting really wet and was moaning a bit (not too loudly though). I ended up eating her out for like 20 minutes.
I made my way back up her body with kisses, and she started grabbing my dick over my shorts and I was pretty hard at this point. I suggested she take a turn, and she started kissing my chest and worked her way down with kisses like I did. She pulled my shorts off and started teasing me a little before getting to work.
She was slowly licking my dick like a popsicle. I am only 6 inches in the pants but it looked like a good size for her - she's a petite latina that's like 5'2ish. After, she decided to taste more by sucking me and stroking me with one hand. I started softly moaning and she told me I sound cute when I moan so I did it more. She gave me head for like 15 minutes before I told her I was gonna cum soon.
She took her hand away and started deep throating me. I placed one hand on her head and my other was holding her chin. I started moaning more and I eventually ended up cumming as she was giving me head. She was getting all of it in her mouth and continued sucking me until I got soft.
We got our swim wear back on and went back in. I am not sure if anyone knew what was up, but some people came off as suspicious.
Well there's that story, I hope you like :)
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[Cm/Cf] Fucked my female cousin!
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Title is exactly what it sounds like.
Basically, my two cousins were staying the night at my house (me- 20/ Girl- 19/ Her brother is 17 but he wasn't involved at all) and we had a blast early in the night. Playing jackbox, exploring around the woods, just stuff like that. It was a blast.
Tired as fuck after hanging out all day we finally come inside, eat, watch some YouTube in my room, and like 2 hours after that everyone is asleep. Except me.
I really had to pee. So i carefully and quietly make my way to the bathroom, hoping to not wake anyone up. I get to my bathroom and pull my pants down to piss. The nightlight i have in there is shining directly at the toilet and illuminats the room pretty well, so i could see just fine. I had a "pee boner" (guys will understand) so i was hard whilst filling up my commode. Then as i shake it a few times and turn around, i see my female cousin standing out of the bathroom looking in on me.
This is probably the part where you think im gonna say that i whipped out my cock and she dropped to her knees elegantly, but no. I fucking panicked.
It honestly scared the absolute shit out of me, i gasped pretty loudly and covered my cock.
Her face went from normal to a look of shock, and then she shushed me from gasping and went "Its just me calm down!" My heart was racing a mile a minute. I told her she scared the shi- i mean uh, 'Piss' out of me. She apologized and kinda looked down awkward.
Then she bit her lip and smiled a bit, and told me i was pretty big for my age. I think that scared me more than seeing her standing there. I was shocked, and told her she was crazy if she thought i was big. She then insisted she wasn't lying, and reached down to cup my shorts.
Her scaring me made me soft, but I can't explain how quickly i got hard again when she cupper her hand around my dick.
She then pressed against it, and said something like "See? That thing will barely fit my hands!" and before i could argue she was rubbing on it.
She kept rubbing my shorts for a good 20 seconds, i was too shocked to really do anything besides stare at her like a fool, and then she did the unthinkable and pulled my shorts down to reveal my cock, springing up to life pointing at her.
The rest was pretty hazy, but i remember her sucking me off for a good little bit on her knees. I of course, came in her mouth and she swallowed it all.
10/10 experience would recommend this uber to a friend. 5 star service.
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He's watching me masturbate..
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So here's what happened.
I was SO horny that night. I'm in the couch in the living room, watching some boring tv show and I was scrolling past twitter when I saw this NSFW contents and porn videos from alter accounts. I watched every video that I can see, including those crazy pussy licking which make me SUPER WET. LOL.
I was kinda rubbing my pussy while suddenly I heard someone walking somewhere near. But I was so horny that I continued rubbing my pussy 'til I was very wet and decided to finger-fuck myself.
I'm having a good time by myself when my cousin walked near the couch to get his charger. I was very nervous! I slowly pull away my fingers but he seems not to mind what I'm doing so I just ignored his entire presence and continued to masturbate while thinking about a big, long dick LOL.
I thought he already left and go back to his room but I was wrong, he was watching me while rubbing his dick. I saw the bulge on his pants which I wanna grab but I felt very nervous that I pretended I don't care if he saw me.
I already came and decided to lick my fingers, when he suddenly said "That was hot. If you need someone to do that you can message me anytime." And totally left.
Well, I think this pussy will get some dick tomorrow..
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F24 Tied up, blindfolded and naked in a forest [FM]
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We were on the way back to our vacation home with my boyfriend when I had sex. I told him I was horny and he said he could stop and fuck me. I laughed thinking he was joking but he added that he knew a perfect place for it and he even had something to play with. In our suitcase, there were sex toys and other bdsm objects.
We parked in a small parking lot at the edge of a forest. It's a place he knew where we've already been walking. There was no other car because it was late. He told me to take off my pants and start by sucking him so that he would be as excited. I got into a thong on my knees on my seat and took his big cock in my mouth. My ass in a thong had to be clearly visible from the outside and I couldn't see people passing by. He started caressing my pussy at the same time as I was sucking him. He shifted my thong to expose my pussy and my ass and spread my ass. I wondered if people were passing. The view must have been nice.
He told me he was hot to fuck me so we got out of the car, he grabbed something from our bag and we headed down a path that entered the forest. He had taken rope and a blindfold. We stopped a few steps away, he put his jacket on the ground and told me to take off my top, get on my knees and continue to suck it. I was in a thong and a tank top sucking him off. If someone passed on the way, he would have seen us for sure but no one passed. He then stood me up against a tree facing the path and tied me to the tree and then blindfolded me. I couldn't see anything and was totally exposed in public. I love it and it excites me more than anything. He started caressing me as he pulled my tank top up to my neck and lowered my bra to pull out my small breasts. My thong was starting to get wet but he quickly lowered it to my knees. He was rubbing my clit saying in my ear "You're a little slut" "How many people do you think are watching you" "Squirt if you want us to watch you" "Maybe I should let them fuck you "...
I was super horny and begged him to fuck me. He untied me, put me on all fours and fucked me well. I took off all my clothes and my blindfold and we fucked in all possible positions in the forest. There was no one around so I screamed in delight. He ended up telling me to go to the middle of the path to finish. I knelt completely naked in the middle of the path. We could be seen from the parking lot. He got in front of me and I took all his cum on my face and my tits. He took my things and told me to go back to the car to get dressed. I was naked covered in cum walking to the car. I felt very slutty. There was another empty car in the parking lot that wasn't there when we arrived. Maybe he saw us play...
My boyfriend then told me that he hadn't seen anyone but that this forest was known to be a place of voyeur and exhibition. Maybe it wasn't late enough. I'd like to go back there one evening and be seen, it would be very exciting but I'm afraid of coming across too enterprising people who will try to participate.
I hope you enjoyed my story. Looking forward to the next...
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Sample from 'June at Home' - couple chatting bed - [M42][F40][adultbreastfeeding][adultsex]
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“Yes, rekindling our relationship was a bit, well rekindling is wrong for a start, reigniting is a more accurately descriptive word, but even as horny teenagers I don't think we were ever this passionate.”
“I think we were, you were,” reflected June. “I think that we just didn't know enough to get the most out of each other. Your ultimate was for me to have an orgasm before you had yours. Neither of us imagined having several. I've changed through. I've changed since we got back together. Suddenly I've become multi-orgasmic.”
“You mean you weren't before.”
"Sweetie, suckle, please.”
I assumed the position and latched on. The milk flowed very quickly. June must have been waiting for me for hours.
“Yes, Sweetie, that's nice. I don't ever remember having more than one when we used to make love. I know sometimes you'd finger me and I cum, then we'd make love and normally I'd cum again. And all those twenty years, even when I used a vibrator, I'd use it until I came and then stop. No, I think the first time I came more than once on a single bonk was Day Two, at my house. How momentous was that, that I remember it. It was suddenly like blinkers had fallen from my eyes. Once I'd decided I wanted sex with you and that I was finished with Barry, well finished ever having sex with Barry, something inside me was released. And this is what I don't think I've ever told you, not in these past nine months. Well, after we made love at the farmhouse, that first time, I told myself I was never having sex with Barry again. Even if you and I didn't happen, even if I stayed with him, I'd be celibate rather than ever have him come near me again. The moment you pushed inside me, I thought that.
Actually, I thought, bloody hell, this is what I'm made for, not Barry's waste of time. You see, I'd settled for what I knew was inferior. Looking back, I have no idea why. Why didn't I leave him during the honeymoon? I could have just got a flight home the next morning. If anyone asked I could have said he was hopeless, I could have told my girlfriends that it turned out he'd got a tiny cock, I'd have got tea and sympathy. Mother, ah mother, what could I have told her? I don't know, I did try and she just said I'd made my bed, I had to lie in it. Makes me wonder what my father is like. But I didn't. I bottled out and put up with him, Barry, not my father! Twenty 'kin years. Twenty FUCKING years of my life, when my body was young and at its peak, I wasted it in misery and disappointment. No, don't stop. Keep feeding. I can't change that now, you are right, what is gone is gone, and the past is the past. I don't feel sorry for myself, I feel mad at myself. I know it gave you time to go and get all this experience that you bring back to this relationship, I can see that. And sometime, when you are not suckling, you must try and tell me how much you discovered and how much you were taught. I've taught you that you can be multi-orgasmic, which gives me a sense of pride and empowerment. Even though I've nearly damaged you by going too far, it means I, June, did that. Thirty-nine years I thought that sex and love-making were things I received. These nine months you've blown that preconception to smithereens. If I suddenly have an idea for something new to try, I know I can suggest it and you'll want to try it. Not, you'll go along with it. You'll want to try it just because it is new but also because I've suggested it. I really think you'll try anything I suggest. That's so liberating.”
I had finished suckling the first breast a few minutes before, but I'd let June keep talking. Now I swapped breasts.
From 'June at Home' - Book 3 in the June trilogy:
[https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1152303](https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1152303)
The trilogy: https://www.smashwords.com/books/byseries/54834
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[S/S] How incest made us closer us a family
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See my [last post](https://www.reddit.com/r/incest/comments/10pqxc2/ss_my_straight_sister_lets_me_eat_her_out/) for details. I talked about how the sexual relationship with my older sister started. In this I wanted to focus on how that has changed our relationship.
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As I said before I am not romantically interested in my sister. I've always been attracted to her looks and personality but I'm not into her. It's a different unique feeling that I can't compare it to. It's not romance but it's not not romance if that makes any sense. The only way to describe it is like having a sister that you are intimate with. I see her as my sister and we have always been close my whole life. I've never felt more comfortable with a person but I don't want to be with her. I date other people and so does she. I've had sex with other women in the time we've been intimate and she's been with other men.
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We've always been close and really enjoyed spending time together. But ever since we've been kissing and touching each other. Ever since she's let me eat her out we have been like best friends. It just feels really nice and right to greet my sister and if we're alone give her a long kiss with tongue and everything. We are sexual a lot but our normal times are enhanced. We've always been close and cuddly but now kisses are in the mix. She'll put her arms around me and squeeze my ass We'll just be cuddling and watching tv and her hand is down my pants. Not even fingering or rubbing. I mean she'll periodically make me cum but it's just intimate to have long physical contact with my pussy. I like to lay in her lap and kiss her thighs and she leans down and kisses me and giggles and it's nice. It just feels like our sister bond has only enhanced from all of this.
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We have had arguments and bicker like typical siblings but we're just more soft now. Like those moments always end with kisses and hugs. She holds my hand when we are walking around. We compliment each other's bodies and there is just so much love there. There was always love but it feels nice to just be able to fully love someone. It's not typical and wouldn't work for everyone. I'm not saying that everyone should fuck their family members but if it happens. It just naturally brings you closer. I feel like I knew her way more than I did before. I feel like I've seen vulnerable parts of her. I've seen her completely exposed emotionally and physically. I mean I've had my tongue in her ass so there is no reason to hold back. I feel like we as people always hold back a little bit. Even if you trust someone a lot you hold back a little bit. It's made better by the fact that it isn't romantic. I don't get all weak and full of butterflies over my sister. I don't feel the need to impress her. It's just full comfort around each other and the sex has solidified it.
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This is the only thing that has kept me from feeling terrible about all of this. No matter how you put it...I'm fucking my sister. I'm a person that commits incest and it'll never be normal to me. But the feelings are so nice. I haven't felt anything negative from this. The only downside is if we get caught because that would ruin our lives but I just don't see how something so wholesome feeling can be bad. She's my sister but her pussy is fire so who cares
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[F/D] Me [F18] and my dad [M56] had sex during New Years
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Last night was new years and I had one of the best experiences of my life.
I've been close to my dad my entire life, we always had great conversations and loved the same type of music. We just got along very well. A few years ago, when I was 15, my mother passed away due to cancer. That made me and my dad even closer, because now we were the only ones in the house.
I turned 18 in October 2022, and my dad asked me about my sex life. I told him I was a virgin, and since I don't have a boyfriend, he doesn't have to worry about me having sex. He said that he only wanted the best for me and that if I ever needed help with anything, I could just ask.
December 29th I asked my dad if he could explain sex to me, and we talked for about 5 hours, afterwards I went to bed (it was late) and masturbated. To my own surprise I was thinking about the times I've seen my dad naked while masturbating, and I felt embarrassed about it. I kept that to myself, but I felt like I should tell him
Yesterday, December 31st, I did tell him. He didn't seem to mind, and asked me how I felt thinking of him. I said that, because we're so close, it was a nice thought. And that it made the masturbation even better than it already was.
At about 10:00 PM, I took a shower, and when I got out I was on my way to my room to get my clothes when my dad stopped me. He told me that, if I was okay with it, he'd like to have a conversation with me. I told him I was only wearing a towel, and asked if it could wait. He said it was urgent, and that he didn't care if I was naked under there. (which made me blush).
I don't remember the conversation that followed, but I remember I kissed him on the lips for about half a minute, and that during that my towel fell, which set in motion about 2 hours of sex. It ended with my beloved dad finishing inside of me, and us falling asleep on the floor.
I couldn't have imagined a better start to the new year
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[S/S] Bra shopping and sex with my [trans] sister!!!!!
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BIG GIANT IMPORTANT NEWS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My sister has moved up to a C cup bra!!!!!!!! And she says she wants Ds!!!!!!!!!!!!
Last night we went to a store that rhymes with holes to go bra shopping. She can't wear my big ole bras yet but her perky, sexalicious yummy yummy tits are growing!!!!!!!!! No, you may not see pics. She bought a bunch of them and most of them are sexy AF!!!!!!!!!!!! She also bought sports bras and some other stuff!!!
She was a little tired from shopping but I was Little Miss Crazed Sex Monkey, so we GOT IT ON!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I know we have sex a lot but I get a teeny bit excited about it.
Her dick got seriously hard and she fucked me with it until she came while Jeff was watching! In case you don't know, Jeff is our ahhhhhhhh-mazing boyfriend!!!!! And then he banged me silly with his ginormous man-meat while my sister rested!!!
Let me answer a few quick questions.
-My sister has a penis.
-Jeff, my sister and I are a throuple.
-I am trying to have Jeff's babies. My sister cannot make babies.
-We will all raise the babies.
-My sister and I are black.
-Jeff is white.
-I don't measure anyone's parts.
-My sister is beautiful!!!!!
Bye
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[M/S] [A/ne] I am very attracted to my sons. Update 349. An Auntie's brutal and sadistic ways of giving her nephew pleasure.
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As I drove to my sister's home my mind was focused and my loins burned, ready to enjoy some special time with my innocent nephew. He opened the door, naked and erect, just as I had instructed. A long kiss seemed to calm his nerves a bit and I removed my clothes.
Sitting nude on the sofa, I had him bring me a gin and tonic along with one of his mother's long cigarettes. He fell to his knees and gave his Auntie pleasure with his mouth. Tommy is becoming quite skilled at making me feel good. I came twice by the time I had finished the stiff drink.
I stood him up and placed his wrists in handcuffs behind his back. Naked and helpless, I led him by his hard dick to the kitchen table and bent him over it. Retrieving a framed photograph of his mother, I placed it in front of his face.
"Tonight, I expect you to call me Mommy. Do you understand?" I hissed authoritatively.
Without hesitation he responded, "Yes Mommy."
While standing behind my hapless nephew, I put on my thick 20cm strap-on and admired my reflection in a nearby mirror. As I lubed it up liberally, I giggled, "I hope you're ready Tommy."
With that, I began slowly working it inside him. My nephew's cock stayed hard, even when he whimpered, and I relished every second that it slid further into his innocent body. Warming him up always takes more time than I prefer but I don't want to hurt the poor boy.
Once he was loose and ready, I unleashed a hellish barrage on his ass as I fucked it harder and harder. My nails dug into his ass-cheeks as I cackled "Does that feel good, Baby?"
Tommy squeaked out the words "Yes Mommy."
My unrelenting pummel of his tender ass became more aggressive and soon I fucked him harder than ever. I didn't even notice my sister's picture falling as I fucked him into submission. No matter how hard I gave it to him, he took it and his veiny cock stayed nice and hard for me.
I wanted sex. I desired his cock and needed it inside me. After telling him to stay still, I removed the harness from my body and allowed it to hand freely from the dildo still inside Tommy. I told him not to move. He stayed still and did not make a sound.
I found a towel and placed it on the sofa. From across the room, I said sternly "Tommy, do not let that come out of you. Come over here with it and sit down."
He shuffled to the sofa slowly, still bent forward and with his hands still restrained behind his back. Tommy grunted as he sat down, my entire contraption inside and under him. It must have hurt but his erection was unyielding, and I straddled him and took it inside me.
His grunts and whimpers were combined with moans of intense pleasure as I bounced on his cock and kissed his salty neck. I felt like a queen, and he felt like my loyal sex servant. It did not take long for him to cum inside me and I even squirted for him. Rarely is a fuck so potent and fierce.
Once I caught my breath, I got off of him and returned with one of his mom's cigarettes, my special smoking mask and another drink. Upon placing the little oxygen mask on his face, I had him lay his head on my lap, the toy still inside his tight little ass.
I played with his hair and spoke softly to him as I blew smoke into the tube and forced him to inhale it. He looked relaxed and at peace.
My nephew is a very good boy, and it seems, I own him.
Tonight, I have a date with Ana, and I could not be more excited!
**My nephew is 19 and my sons are 22 and 27. If I was looking for a boyfriend, it would not be you.**
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[S/B] A quick update on showering with my twin
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Hi all!
I [posted once](https://www.reddit.com/r/incest/comments/wynjhw/sb_is_it_really_that_weird_to_shower_with_your/) a few months ago after finding out (to my legitimate surprise) that apparently showering with your sibling of the opposite sex in your 20s is not a common thing and kinda freaks your friends out when you tell them that you do it.
I got a lot of very supportive comments in return, which I really needed! Then I went silent because I didn't have too much to add to the story at that point and a few other life events caught up with me. Still, I wanted to offer a quick update as a show of appreciation for your kind words.
I talked to my brother shortly after my last post about letting our "secret" (that I didn't really think of as a secret) slip to my friend, and while he was a little upset we talked it over and set some mutually established guidelines over what aspects of our relationship we discuss and where, and I think we're in a better place for it. And yes: I made sure that talking anonymously about it like this is fine with him.
Still on good terms with the friend in question, though I'll also admit to backpedaling a bit and minimizing the extent of my brother and I's "intimate contact".
Also, I was kinda hung up in the last post on whether or not things were "sexual" or "incestuous" between us. Like, we don't "have sex", but we're not shy about touching or playing with each other either. To me it's always been something I viewed as being "playful" and "silly", but after talking about it a bit it's clear to me that to most outsiders looking in, our behavior would likely seem more explicitly sexual. For may part, though, I've decided that I'm not going to give a shit what other people want to call it, because what matters is how I perceive our relationship.
I did ask my brother his thoughts on the matter and was a bit surprised to hear that he'd always thought of that aspect of our relationship as a sexual one, just a much more casual one than one might have with a romantic partner. This lead to more discussion about our boundaries with one another, and I'm really glad that we talked about it more directly. It's led us to experiment a bit more with things that we wouldn't have thought the other would be open to in the past, since we now have a much clearer-cut idea where the other's comfort zone is.
So thanks for the kind words and encouragement, everyone! It's helped what I originally viewed as a fuck up strengthen my relationship with my twin brother even further!
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Free use Sunday Morning.
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I was leaning against the island that morning waitng for him to wake up. I know he wouldn’t miss Sunday. Free Use Sunday morning meant that anyone one that was home had to come downstairs at 10 on Sundays for free use hour. I had actually planned to be here when it was just the three of us for this reason. I know that other guys wearn’t going to be there that weekend, but also that my Step- Aunt would be.
I was wearing only a pair or running shorts and a tank top. Leaning on the island looking at pictures of girls on my phone and biting my lip. Then looking over at my Aunt who was on her laptop. In her yoga pants and a tank top as well. I heard his door open and I stuck my ass out a little more. Hoping that he would do me first.
I didn’t even have to wait. He came up behind me and pushed his semi against my ass and reached down to check if I was wet. “Mmm.” He moaned and pushed my head down, as he pulled my shorts down with the other hand. Then he worked it in. Filling me up with his 7 in as he stretched my opening. MY eyes rolled, my mouth dropped open. Looking at my Aunts face who was looking at me and smiling. I watched as she reached down and pulled her G cups out.
He pumped me fast, then slow. Then told me how much he loves it when my Aunt watched me get fucked. He pulled my hair and rode the waved of my ass telling me over and over again not to come until he says. Looking at my Aunt who was now fingering herself and watching. I was moaning uncontrollably. My Aunt was moaning too. Then it happened.
My legs started to shake, my eyes rolled way back, I was pulling my tit with one hand, holding my ass open with the other. He told me not to cum as he fucked me harder. I started leaking piss, then pushed him out of me. Moaning and shaking uncontrolably, I squirted all over his cock. He left it in the stream fully erect. I couldn’t move, except shake, and leak more piss.
Then he went over to my Aunt, pushed her face into mine, but pulled her hair back, then fucked her from behind as she said “Blow your load in my fat ass, omg I need a load in my fat ass so fucking back. Mmm yeah. Fuckit it yesomg. Yeah. “
Then they both locked up in the extasy of orgasm. “Omg are your still coming, there is so much.” MY Aunt said as, he pumped a few more hard times still emptying he balls inside her.
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[A/Ne] I made some major progress with my aunt - kind of
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All people involved are 18+
I got some updates regarding my aunt and I think (or at least hope) that my chances to begin a relationship with her increased over New Year. But I don't know what to do from now on and really need some advice. (Update starts at the second paragraph). Also, excuse me if my english isn't that good, I'm from Europe.
If you're not familiar with my story you find my previous posts on my profile. The short story is that I moved to my aunt because I study in the city where she lives. We were never really close, but over the years I developed a crush on her. Over the last few months though we got really close (like a lot of cuddling, hugging, exercising together etc)...there was some sort of tension.
Ok so on new year's eve we were going out. When she was dressing up she asked me what she should wear and I told her what some of my favourite outfits of her's were. I didn't want her to be too revealing but let's just say...she looked really great on that evening and I think she was really happy with that outfit.
So we were going out, having a few drinks, walking through the city, having another drink...the whole evening was basically just us talking and drinking. In the two bars that we were at, she wanted me to go over to some girls and talk to them, which I rejected. The first time she was okay with it, the second time though she was laughing and asking what's wrong with me (which I understand because the girls from the second bar were admittedly really hot). I referred to a coversation from a few weeks ago (I hinted that I was more into more mature women and women that looked like her) and I told her that's not really my type and she laughingly asked if I was gay which I tried to make 100% clear that I'm not, but I laughed along her.
We stayed outside for a little after 12pm to look at some of the fireworks and then went home to have a few more drinks. By now we were getting pretty drunk obviously. She suggested to go home and open a bottle of wine, which we did. We talked a lot and some of it didn't make sense at all and some of it was actually deep (just the typical drunk talk).
At some point we got back to our sexlives. She kept asking me about why I wasn't going to those girls. Then I tried to distract from it and asked her what about her and why she didn't do anything. She self-confidentally answered she isn't interested anymore as if her libido is pretty low and she's happy with it. But after some more asking I got her to talk about her trust issues due to her asshole exhusband. And even though she knows that she looks good for her age she's worried that she doesn't look good enough, which I obviously disagreed with for what she said kiss ass but then she called me cute. But she elaborated and and said that even if she's good enough she's afraid that she'll only attract people who aren't interested in a romantic relationship.
After some attempts to cheer her up I came back to her question about the girls and said that have problems with my self-confidence in order to sympathize with her. I said that I feel
like I'm not good with women even though I already had a relationship (which is partly true actually). She asked me how exactly and said I'm insecure in terms of how to talk to them and how to make body contact etc. And then she complemented me and said that she found me pretty charming. I smiled and thanked her.
Then she asked me to come closer and I sat right next to her on the couch. She asked me how I approach women when making body contact. I got a bit nervous and said I would try to put my arm behind her and maybe at some point put it around her waist. She said I can start much earlier with small stuff like touching her legs or her arms when laughing or stuff like that.
She asked me how I kiss and my heart stopped. I trying to explain it and she stopped me and said "show me". I
was really not sure about it and she said "just show me I wanna help you". I
approached her lips and the moment we made contact my heart exploded. It felt fucking great. After a few seconds we stopped and she told me how to do it better. She also asked me to put her arm around her waist and we kissed again. The second time was a bit longer and much better. She moved my hand down near her butt and I couldn't believe what was happening. She stopped and told me to do it like that and it'll work out. I thanked her a lot and was a bit speechless.
She smiled and told me we would clean up tomorrow because she's too drunk and tired. She gave me a good night kiss (on my forehead though) and went to bed. I went to my room as well, closed the door and had to jerk off because I had a boner the whole time that I tried to hide and it felt AMAZING.
The days after that nothing really happened, it kinda went back to normal. I recently tried to talk to her about new year's eve (not in an obvious way, I just mentioned it kind of casually when I we were talking about our favourite times of being drunk). But she kind of seemed embarrassed by that and tried to talk about something else really quickly. And don't know if it's just me, but I kind of feel like her flirtation (if there was ever flirtation) went back a little. When we're watching a movie she doesn't really lean on me as much as before. And the hugs and kisses (on the cheek) sometimes don't last long as before.
I thought maybe I should pretend that I was going on a date and pretend that I need some more advice and ask her to help me again. What do you think?
I also thought about getting drunk again with her and try to get her to be more touchy and flirtatious again. But obviously I don't wanna use her drunk state and since I want a relationship and genuinely love her romantically I'd like to get her around when she's sober.
I'm really worried that I fucked up and didn't use my chance when I had it.
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Intern Internment - Ch. 1-3
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**Chapter 1**
Haylie stepped into the front entrance of Juniper Marketing, LLC, thankful for the relief of good air conditioning rescuing her from the early morning South Carolina summer sun and humidity. Bringing the coffee tumbler to her lips, she took a long sip of the hot liquid, its bitter flavor mixing with the sweetness of the honey bun still on her tongue. Passing by the front desk, Haylie flashed her ID badge before making a sharp turn for the elevator.
“Good morning Miss Juniper!” the receptionist called after her.
Haylie gave her a half-hearted hand wave as she turned the volume up in her Airpods, not interested in conversing with her co-workers this morning. Nearing the elevators, two men in business attire stepped around her as they exited. Stepping inside, she pressed the button for the fourth floor much harder than was necessary, then pressed the close door button.
*Oh, lovely! I get an elevator all to myself this morning!*
Just as the door started to close, a hand reached in, interrupting the travel of the doors as a man stepped in.
*Or not…*
The man said nothing but just gave her a curt nod and a courteous smile. It took Haylie a minute to recognize him, but she remembered him as Pete from the IT Department. He was a nice enough guy, and cute too, but she never could get used to the smell of his aftershave. It wasn’t an unpleasant smell, but it wasn’t a good smell, and she never could bring herself to care enough to ask about it. Although, if rumors she had heard were to be true, Pete was apparently pretty well endowed downstairs. Well endowed enough that the last receptionist the company had was fired after slapping and scratching one of the delivery girls for flirting with him.
*They say good dick can make a woman do crazy things, things they wouldn’t normally do,* Haylie shook her head as she thought to herself, *or maybe they were just crazy to begin with. Maybe one of these days, I’ll find out.*
Pete exited the elevator at floor three as Haylie breathed a sigh of relief. The air was no longer fouled with the scent of his aftershave, and she could finally breathe again. The elevator jerked upwards as the door closed, and with a ding, the doors swung open again as she arrived on her floor. The sounds of Five Finger Death Punch filled her AirPods as she stepped towards her windowed office at the back of the floor. The scent of freshly brewed coffee lingered in the air. The marketing and design team worked in the same space, and the running joke was that the whole floor ran on caffeine, nicotine, and any other form of “-ine” they could get their hands on. As she finished the last of her coffee, it was a running joke she knew was all too true.
Opening the door to her office, she was greeted by a view of the Charleston cityscape and coastline as bright sunlight illuminated her office, an office she had worked her ass off to get. She was also greeted by a new face, a tall, dark-haired man. At first glance, she noted his clean-shaven appearance and well-formed muscles beneath his long sleeve dress shirt, with a hint of grey at his temples.
“Who the fuck are you?” Haylie said with a hint of hostility in her voice.
The man stood up from where he had been seated, “Good morning! My name is Will, and I am…”
He was interrupted by a voice from behind Haylie, a voice she was all too familiar with.
“He is your new intern,” her boss’s voice spoke in his normal deep tone, a product of years of smoking a pack a day.
She turned to the old man, grey and white hair trimmed short with a white beard that rounded his jawline.
“Mr. Juniper, I thought I made it clear that I didn’t need or want an intern,” Haylie said loud enough for Will to hear and made her irritation well known.
“Well, you got one now.”
Her jaw set as her anger started to flare.
“Dad… You and I both know I don’t play well with others. I work alone, and I don’t have the time or patience to hold the hands of some wet-behind-the-ears intern.”
The old man crossed his arms and stared at her sternly, “Too fucking bad, Haylie. You’re getting an intern, and that’s the end of it. He needs this internship for the last credit he needs for his degree. He’s got a 3.98 GPA, and frankly, I don’t trust any of our other marketing specialists to show him the ropes.”
“But Dad….”
“BUT NOTHING, HAYLIE!” Mr. Juniper snapped, “Dammit, you’re my daughter, and I love you, but sometimes you are too much like your mother for your own damned good.”
*Ouch, Dad. That was a bit harsh.*
Haylie looked back at Will before turning back to her father, “What the hell do I do with him? Do I have to take him for walks twice a day? How often do a water him? What do I feed him?”
Mr. Juniper pinched the bridge of his nose and let out an audible groan, “For Christ’s sake, Haylie, he’s not a damned pet. I don’t know what you do with him. Hell, have him go get you a coffee from across the office or something. He’s here to learn from you, after all.”
She turned, examining Will for a moment, noting how he was standing at what seemed to be some kind of military stance, “Uhh… go get me a coffee, I guess?”
“How would you like it, ma’am?” Will asked as politely as he could manage.
“Black,” she waited for Will to exit the office before turning back to her father.
“By the way, how was your trip?” Mr. Juniper asked as Haylie walked around to sit at her desk.
“Disappointing,” she said with an exasperated sigh as she typed in the password to her computer.
“I know, kiddo. You can’t win them all,” her father reassured her.
“I know, I know,” Haylie absentmindedly clicked her pen as she pulled up her email, “I’m sorry. I just… I worked my ass off on that presentation, ya know? And that was going to be a huge contract for the company. I was up for hours the night before running through everything and…”
“Haylie,” her father cut her short, “I get it, kiddo. I’ve been there more times than I can count. No apology is needed. Now, that said, I need you focused on this meeting you have here in about five minutes.”
“Meeting?”
“Yes, a meeting! Today, in five minutes! With the Gridsquare Foundation. Is any of this ringing a bell?”
Haylie’s eyes went wide, “Gridsquare Found… OH! The veterans' group! Shit! That’s today?!?”
Her father’s eyes filled with concern, “Please tell me you’re ready for this meeting.”
“I was ready for this before I left to get on the plane to make last week’s presentation,” Haylie gathered a series of folders and her laptop from the table opposite from her as Will walked back into the office holding a new cup of coffee for her, “You! Intern guy, person, whatever your name is! Grab those presentation boards leaning against the wall behind the table, would you?”
Her father let out another audible groan, “I worry about you sometimes.”
Haylie kissed him on the cheek as she exited her office for the conference room, “I know, but someone’s gotta keep you on your toes, old man.”
**Chapter 2**
“In closing, I feel that if we use 22 A Day as a basis for our marketing platform for your foundation, it will not only inspire other people to support your foundation, but it will gain you more traction and visibility within the veteran communities. This is especially true when it comes to social media and online marketing,” Haylie stood in front of the large screen with the last slide of her Powerpoint presentation.
She watched as the three men with the foundation spoke amongst themselves for a moment. One of them, who seemed to be the leader of the three, arose from his chair and paced around the room, examining the presentation boards with various designs for apparel and products on them. He turned slowly, looking not completely satisfied.
“Miss Juniper, please thank your design team for me. These are way beyond anything I or anyone else within the Foundation could have come up with. And thank you for the time you put into this project as well,” the man’s eyes scanned the room and stopped on Will, “Tell me, what are your thoughts on this?”
“Oh, he’s just an intern, his opinion doesn’t matter,” Haylie spoke sharply.
The man watched as Will’s eye twitched, but there was no other reaction.
“Miss Juniper, I understand he’s just an intern. However, he has been standing at ease against that wall for the past hour, with a stance that can only be honed through military service,” the man turned to Haylie, “If we are trying to market to veterans, don’t you think it would be wise to get the opinion of a veteran outside of the foundation?”
Haylie turned to glance at Will, “Of course, Mr. Graham.”
“Will is it?” Graham asked politely, “Where did you serve?”
“Fallujia, with the 1st Infantry Division as an 11B,” Will said flatly.
“Rah,” Graham nodded to Will as they shook hands, “I was there as well with the First Marine Expeditionary Force. Glad to see you made it home, brother. Now, I would be honored if you would share your thoughts on this presentation that Miss Juniper has prepared for us.”
Will looked from Haylie to Graham, to Mr. Juniper, “Permission to speak freely?”
Mr. Juniper nodded his head and waved a hand, “Of course, Will.”
“If I am being completely honest, I am disgusted,” Will said as he refused to look at Haylie.
“Excuse me!?” Haylie barked at him.
“Haylie…,” her father’s voice stern as he arose from his seat, holding out an arm to still his daughter, “Will, would you please explain your meaning?”
Will walked up to the presentation images and motioned around with his hands, “It disgusts me that companies use 22 A Day to market to veterans. You take the worst and ugliest aspect of the veteran culture and use it as a platform to market to veterans with. You wouldn’t create a marketing campaign for California based on their homeless citizen sleeping in tents under overpasses, would you? You wouldn’t market a new form of candy on the fact that sugar makes people fat and ruins their teeth, would you? You wouldn’t make create an ad for the NFL that focuses on dog fighting or domestic violence, would you? Of course not! So why has it become socially acceptable for companies to market to veterans through the worst aspect of the community? Yes, 22 A Day is something that we as a community struggle with every day, but it should not be the pillar upon which a marketing campaign is built on. There are other aspects of military service that could be used, such as patriotism, freedom, or even the small, silly shit that we had to deal with on a daily basis while serving on active duty. That is what we should be focusing on for the Gridsquare Foundation.”
Mr. Juniper nodded, giving his now red-faced daughter a glare of caution.
“I completely agree,” Graham spoke up, “While I still want to keep the 22 A Day products, I don’t want that to be the main focus of our apparel line either. I want other aspects of service across all branches to be the focus of our products.”
Haylie closed the laptop roughly as she glared sharply at Will.
“Perhaps we could learn a little bit more about your Foundation,” Mr. Juniper stood between Will and his daughter, “Haylie is the best marketing person I have, hands down. Will, albeit an intern, has a unique perspective on the marketing community, process, and the veteran community. If it is okay with you, Mr. Graham, I would like to fly them down to Tampa to tour your facilities and learn more about your foundation before we revisit this marketing platform.”
Graham couldn’t help but smile, “That sounds like a great idea, Mr. Juniper.”
Mr. Juniper bowed his head, “Then, if that will be all, I thank you for this opportunity, and I wish you gentlemen a safe trip home.”
Graham and the two other men with the foundation thanked them as well and exited the conference room. Haylie, eyes locked on Will, gathered up her laptop and documents before giving him a disgusted look and walking away.
Mr. Juniper stood up, grabbing his favorite pen off the table, “Will…”
“Yes, sir?”
With an amused chuckle, he shook his head, “All I can say is good luck when you walk back into that office.”
Haylie was waiting for him as he carried the presentation boards into the office. Her face was red as she leaned over the desk and gave him a look that could kill. Will said nothing, just returned the boards to where they had been. When he turned back towards her, she let loose on him.
“What the fuck was that?! Who the fuck do you think you are? I spent a month researching and preparing that presentation for them, and you came in on your first day and pissed all over it! I fucking hate you so fucking much right now. This is why I hate interns! I don’t know what ass-kissing you did with my Dad to get you stuck with me, but my Dad is gonna get an earful for this!”
“He didn’t assign me, I requested it.”
“Why the fuck would you do that?” she raged, not caring if the whole office could hear her.
“Because I was told you were the best,” Will stood defiantly in front of her desk, “I was also told you’re a bit of a lone wolf and don’t play well with others, but I still requested it.”
“Well, clearly there is something wrong with you,” she sneered, “Only an idiot would attempt to pet a dog after being told that dog will bite him. And now, after your little speech in there, I am stuck with an idiot intern for the foreseeable future. What do you have to say for yourself?”
“Nothing,” he gave her a little smirk, “Just wondering if you’re done throwing a tantrum like a spoiled little brat.”
*This mother fucker… Ugh… and murder is still illegal.*
Haylie screamed, storming out of her office as she slammed the door behind her. Every face in the office was staring at her as every inch of her body teethed with anger.
“What the fuck are you all looking at?” she barked, watching everyone snap their heads back to what they were working on.
Taking the elevator down to the second floor, she entered the human resources department, found the office she was looking for, and slammed the door behind her.
Janice, a greying woman in her early 50s, watched as Haylie flopped herself down in a chair.
“Please,” Janice motioned to Haylie's chair, “have a seat. How can I help you today, Miss Juniper.”
“Cut the shit, Janice. I’m not here in a professional setting,” Haylie grumped, “Although I should be after the shit my new intern pulled.”
“Oh?” Janice turned in her seat, intrigued, “Do tell!”
“I spent a shit ton of time preparing that presentation, the company it was for hated it, and that fucking moron intern pissed all over my hard work! Now, my Dad has us flying together to Tampa to tour the Foundation and learn more about them. So, I am stuck with this pain in the ass for the foreseeable future.”
“You? An intern?” Janice chuckled, “This is more interesting than I thought it would be. I mean, did he at least make some valid points when critiquing your presentation?”
“Maybe…” Haylie huffed, “In his own destructive kind of way that makes me feel like an idiot.”
“My, my,” Janice leaned back in her chair, “Has the mighty Haylie Juniper finally met her match?”
“NO!” she yelled out, “I just… he’s so damned irritating!”
“Mmmmhmmm,” Janice nodded, “Tell me more.”
“Later, when I have time,” Haylie looked up at her with pleading eyes, “Please tell me you are hosting another party soon. It’s been like two months, and I need a release.”
“Oh! Why yes! Tonight actually. Consider yourself invited. And remember…”
“Yeah, yeah…I know,” Haylie waved a hand as she reached for the door, “Cash only, always wear a mask to cover my eyes, and cover up any recognizable markings.”
**Chapter 3**
Haylie was greeted at the door of Janice’s home by her husband, who, aside from Janice herself, was the only one who didn’t wear a mask.
“A pleasure to see you again, Miss Juniper,” he said as he grabbed the collar of her coat.
“Good to see you too, Frank!” Haylie stepped out of the coat, her naked form hugged by the slightly warmer temperature of the room. “How is the knee? Doing better?”
“Much better. I haven’t used the cane in almost a month now.”
She retrieved her wallet and her mask from the coat, “Glad to hear it!”
“Have a good time, Miss Haylie,” he nodded as he opened the closet and stored her coat with the rest.
Haylie opened the door into the house's main room, closing it behind her as the room swirled with naked bodies of various ages, builds, shapes, and sizes. She remembered her first time attending one of Janice’s parties, trembling uncontrollably with nervousness until three glasses of wine calmed her nerves enough to converse with the other guests. Now, it was one of the few places she truly felt comfortable. Before she could even reach for a glass of wine being carried around by one of the naked waitresses, a glass was shoved in her face.
“There you are,” Janice handed her the glass of wine, “I do believe I found you a good one for tonight.”
“Oh?” Haylie sipped from the glass.
Janice pointed across the room, where a tall man was serving sandwiches to other guests. Tattoos on his chest and a full sleeve on each arm, despite him trying to cover some of them for the party, decorated a smooth stomach, sizeable arms, and a toned chest. His face was completely covered with some kind of skeleton mask. Just the sight of him made Haylie tingle with excitement in more ways than one.
“Yes, Janice, I think you did.”
“Well, I hope you brought plenty of cash because some of the other ladies have had their eye on him all evening,” Janice gently patted her friend’s bare shoulder as she looked at her watch, “Ah! It is time to start bidding!”
Janice’s parties were… different. Some called it a breeding party. Some called it a BDSM party. Those who took part in both called it a B&B party.b Either way, it was a place for people of similar tastes and interests to gather and not be judged by the rest of society. It was also a place for successful women specifically to express themselves sexually, without the prying eyes of others upon them. Some women brought their husbands along, and together they would bid on a woman or a man to accompany them for the evening. A clean bill of health from all involved was a requirement, and Janice would not allow anyone into the party without it. The recipients of the funds varied from party to party. At the last party Halyie had attended, the original recipient had been some kind of cancer research fund. At this party, all of the money made from the bidding was going to be donated to the local hospital, specifically the burn unit.
Haylie was looking to be dominated and bred at the party. She was what they considered to be a B&B guest. It was completely up to the guest if they were on protection or not, and consent forms were signed prior to the party and kept on file, both physically and digitally, on a separate, offline server to prevent tampering from hackers. Haylie preferred not to use any form of protection. The pill messed up her hormones, IUDs were uncomfortable, and she was allergic to latex, so no condoms. The fact of the matter is she preferred to be fucked raw and have her pussy filled without protection. The risk was the biggest thrill, and nothing made her orgasm harder than a thick cock twitching a thick load deep inside of her, especially if she was ovulating. At least until the next morning when she would take Plan B. Every woman who wanted to be dominated had a business card of sorts for the person they bid on, a pleasure card, as the attendees called it. It listed their red activities, yellow activities, and green activities. Red activities were BDSM activities that they would have no part of, and reserved the right to walk out and get a full refund for their bid. Yellow were activities that the submissive could request to be performed, assuming the bid-on dominant was comfortable with them. Green was an activity that they were completely fine with.
One by one, the guests bid on their respective parties. As they disappeared into the guest rooms, it didn’t take long before the sounds of lust and love emanated from down the hallway. Finally, Haylie’s tattooed mystery man stood up next to Janice in the front. Haylie’s eyes dropped to his erect manhood. Not that she blamed him, as there were a number of considerably attractive people at the party. His length wasn’t huge, six, maybe seven inches, but his girth was nothing to scoff at. Haylie knew by the reaction of other women in the room and the size of his cock, this was going to cost her extra. At a second glance, she spotted an old scar that sat across the width of his cock, and another that ran across the width of his left thigh.
*I wonder what the story behind that is. Scorned lover? Some kind of accident?*
“Okay, ladies, let’s start the bidding off at five hundred,” Janice motioned toward the mystery man.
“One thousand!” The couple called out in unison, the wife bouncing with excitement.
Haylie recognized the masks and remembered an exceptionally fun night she had with them one time. The husband wasn’t all that blessed downstairs, but he lasted nearly an hour before finally exploding inside of her, three orgasms later. That and it felt like he’d pumped a bucket’s worth of cum inside of her that night. As if that wasn’t enough, the wife had a tongue that made Haylie orgasm four more times before she was satisfied she’d licked up the last of her husband’s cum out of Haylie’s pussy.
“Fifteen-hundred!” Another couple called out.
“Fifteen-Hundred, going once…” Janice announced.
Silence.
“Going twice…”
Haylie held up a hand, “Seventeen hundred.”
The wife of the couple looked over at Haylie, her body language displaying a clear message of ‘How dare you.’
“Two Thousand,” an older woman behind Haylie placed a bid.
*Oh, hell no. I am not about to let that old hag outbid me.*
“Twenty-Two hundred!” Haylie declared.
“Twenty-Two hundred going once…” Janice looked at Haylie with a smile.
The first couple between themselves for a moment.
“Going twice…”
“Twenty-Five hundred!” the first couple shouted out.
The second couple looked disappointed as they tossed their wallets into the seat next to them.
“Twenty-Five hundred going once…”
Haylie listened to the old hag behind her cursing under her breath.
“Going twice…”
She watched as the mystery man’s cock twitched, and strong arms and strong hands at his side as he awaited his fate. Haylie’s mind played an image in her head of those strong hands around her throat as he drained himself inside of her.
“Going three times…”
“THREE THOUSAND!” Haylie screamed out.
“I have three thousand! Going once… Going twice… Going three times… Sold to the pretty lady in the fairy mask!”
She stood up from her chair, retrieving her pleasure card from her purse.
As she walked by, Janice she heard her whisper, “Have fun!”
Handing the mystery man her pleasure card, she held him by the cock as she found an empty room down the hallway. Her pleasure card was a little different. It listed specifically what she wanted to be done to her. She was there for her pleasure, not his. The first rule on the card: No talking. Second rule on the card: Do not announce when you are about to cum, just do it. Announcing it ruins the moment and the climax. The rest of the card read as such:
*Step 1: Cuff my hands behind my back.*
*Step 2: Lay me on the bed, play with my nipples, clit, and finger me.*
*Step 3: Flip me over, ass up, face down, and spank me until I am so wet that I am dripping down my leg.*
*Step 4: Uncuff me, put me on my back, and hold my legs in the air.*
*Step 5: Fuck me hard and deep, and cum inside of me.*
*Optional: Choke me while fucking me.*
*Note: Positions are optional, but stimulation areas are not.*
It was practically a roadmap to her orgasm, yet, she’d had a handful of men in the past two years of attending these parties still fuck it up. She closed the door behind her and watched as the man read the card. Tossing the card onto the bed, he retrieved a pair of handcuffs off the bed. Turning, she put her hands behind her back and waited for the kiss of the cold steel on her wrists. One wrist and then the next, and she was ready to go. She turned, feeling the heat of his erection brush across her thigh. Before she could react, he reached between her thighs with both hands lifting her up and pinning her to the wall. Haylie didn’t mind, she liked it rough, and this was no exception. Though this was the first time in a while that a man had the raw strength enough to toss her five-foot frame around like a rag doll, and it turned her on even more. She bit down on her bottom lip as the mass of his cock pressed against her clit. His lips pressed to her neck as he sucked and nibbled. His cock moved to her opening as he teased her, twitching the tip back and forth across her clit.
“Fucking tease…” Haylie moaned softly as she wrapped her legs around him, sinking him into her.
*Fuck! It feels even thicker than it looks!*
She moaned out loudly as she felt him fill her, feeling his girth stretch her apart as he slowly leaned his weight into her.
*I’ll be damned, a guy who knows how and when to be rough and when to be gentle.*
Instinctively, her legs wrapped around him as she felt his hips press to hers, the tip of his cock pressed up against her cervix. She expected him to just start thrusting, but to her surprise, he used his weight and cock to pin her to the wall as his hands found her neck and nipples. Firm, strong fingers pressed against her neck, yet not applying pressure to her throat so she could breathe still. Fingers flicked, pinched, and tugged at her nipples as she felt him twitch and throb inside of her. Apparently, the pleasure card had been a list of suggestions that this tattooed man used to his advantage. And it was working. Haylie guided his hand from her neck to her clit. Taking the hint, his thumb worked her clit expertly, as his fingers teased her nipple while she played with her other nipple herself. All the while, she could still feel him twitching inside of her, his cock pressing against her G-spot. It didn’t take long before her whole body started to tingle with ecstasy as she screamed out in her first orgasm. The tattooed man did not give her time to recover as he carried her over and tossed her onto the bed. She rolled over onto her face as she stuck her ass in the air, her pussy suddenly feeling very empty.
“Fuck the spankings,” she moaned out softly, “Put it back in… I miss it!”
Haylie had her fair share of dick in the past, from college, and from Janice’s parties. She’d had long dicks, short dicks, fat dicks, and skinny dicks, but this one… this one hit all the right spots in all of the right ways. As if to taunt her, he slapped her ass a few times as he pressed himself back at her opening, but not in her.
“Put it back in!” Haylie ordered, “I want it!”
She felt the man tug at her hair, his cock pressed at her opening.
Jerking her head up, his voice was muffled and distorted by the mask, but she could still hear what he said, “You didn’t say please.”
*He just broke rule one. I could walk out of here and get my money back. But that dick, though… Fuck it, just this once.*
“Please,” she begged, “Please put it back in!”
“That’s a good girl,” he muttered through the mask as he grasped her hips, sinking his length back inside of her, damn near sending Haylie into another orgasm.
*Did he just call me a good girl? No one has ever called me that before. And why do I like it?*
Grasping her hips roughly, she felt him ease in and out of her slowly at first, but then he picked up the pace, driving hard and deep into her. He was manhandling her as he fucked her raw, fast, and hard as if she was his own lifesize fleshlight, and she loved how damned good it felt. Screaming into the mattress, her second and third orgasms came and went as her leg started to feel like jello, lacking the strength to hold her upright. He must have noticed the strength leaving her legs as strong arms flipped her onto her back, hugging her legs as he sank back into her. One big hand held her ankles together as his other hand wrapped around her neck again, his cock and hips driving her into the springs of the mattress. She screamed out as her fourth orgasm rippled through her, the tattooed man seemingly not losing an ounce of steam as he relentlessly slammed into her pussy, over and over again.
*Fuck the card. That dick, this man… Oh, he can do whatever he wants to me. I don’t care.*
He pressed her legs to her chest as he folded Haylie up. His cock was already rubbing her G-spot, but with her legs back against her chest, the head of his cock pressed against her G-spot with every intense thrust. She gasped in pleasure as she pulled at the bed sheets, her whole body screaming with euphoria as he drilled into her. A fifth orgasm erupted as she squeezed and dug her nails into the forearm of the hand around her neck.
*Fuck he is good! I have to talk to Janice. I don’t care who this is. I want him for myself!*
Strong arms scooped her up off the bed as she felt suspended in the air, save for the cock that was impaled inside of her.
“What are you doing… Oh, fuck!” Haylie moaned out as she felt him release inside of her.
Some guys just have a quick little burst, and that’s it. Some guys have a few twitches with a large load. Some guys have big twitches with a little load. Her tattooed mystery man was more of an explosion. Haylie moaned out loud as she felt the first explosion of his seed detonate against her cervix, as every twitch of his cock felt like it was lifting her up. Even through the intensity of her own orgasm, she could feel him flood her. Every twitch of his cock was another gush of his seed inside of her, not just a squirt, a full-on gush. It was more than she could bare as she felt a strange sensation between her thighs as she squirted onto his cock and stomach.
*I DIDN’T KNOW I COULD DO THAT! What the hell has this man done to me?!*
She could feel his cum seeping out of her pussy and running down her thigh already, and he hadn’t even grown soft yet. Haylie was suddenly disappointed she was handcuffed because she had the unfamiliar urge to want to taste his cum as it dripped down her leg. Haylie thought he was done as he lowered him down to the floor onto her knees. She could feel his seed leaking out of her, forming a puddle on the floor beneath her. She might have been done and satisfied, but he was not done with her as he lifted her chin up, shoving his cum and pussy soaked cock into her mouth.
*What sorcery is this? He’s not even soft!*
Roughly, he held her hair as he fucked her mouth. Haylie had never been big on blowjobs, but strangely enough, she found herself up to the challenge, curious as to what it would feel and taste like to have him explode into her mouth. She closed her eyes, concentrating on the feeling of his cock throbbing in her mouth, pressing against the back of her throat. After several moments passed, she was a bit surprised with herself when she realized she was sucking him rather than him fucking her mouth. Her surprise was short-lived as she felt him swell inside of her mouth as he groaned out, spilling his seed against the back of her throat and tongue as his sweet and salty flavor filled his mouth.
“That’s a good girl,” his muffled voice came through the mask, “Now swallow it…”
Haylie felt herself tingle with excitement as she heard him call her a good girl again. She smiled up at him as she felt the heat of his seed travel down her throat.
*What just happened? This was supposed to be about my pleasure! How the hell am I on my knees, sucking him off? And why did I just swallow his cum? I’ve never swallowed cum before! What the hell is happening?*
Grasping her chin, he lifted his mask just enough to kiss her creamy, cum soaked lips. Reaching onto the bed, he retrieved the keys and unlocked the cuffs.
“Farewell, my Good Girl,” he muttered through the mask as he turned towards the door.
The taste of him lingered in her mouth, the heat of his seed leaking down her thigh, leaving her cum-filled body feeling more satisfied and sated than she ever had before.
“Wait!” Haylie reached out for him, her body too weak to stand, “Does your Good Girl at least get to know your name?”
The tattooed man opened the door and paused as he looked back at her, “Maybe one day. When you’ve earned it.”
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[B/s] Sister has been getting comfortable (CRAZY update)
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My sister and I flew back home later Friday evening, and my older sister (25) who stayed back home (we’ll call her Sarah) picked us up from the airport. As we were driving home we were talking about the trip. Sarah asked us how the trip was, we told her it was good and we bitched to her about how hot our brother kept the house (its well known in our family that my brother likes warm houses/rooms). In return we asked her if she enjoyed the peace and quiet at home, she said something like “Yeah, it was nice for a bit, it got lonely after a little while, *but at least I didn’t have to worry about putting clothes on.*”
When she said that last line Vanessa and I snapped our necks to look at each other and we just started laughing. Sarah was puzzled as to what we were laughing at, and I guess she thought we were laughing at her, so she asked us “What’s so funny about that?” Vanessa just said “You too?” And Sarah was all like “What do you mean me too?”
Vanessa then told Sarah kind of what happened on the trip and about how she discovered that her and I both sleep naked and chill in the nude because we shared a room during the trip. Vanessa went on to tell Sarah “We spent the whole morning naked.” (She exaggerated, it was only like 5-10 minutes that morning) Sarah was like “Together?” And Vanessa said “Yep.” Then Sarah said “So what are y’all gonna be walking around all naked now?” Vanessa said “I just might”, and then Sarah turned to me and said “What about you?” I just said “I might if I feel like it.” Sarah just seemed kind of surprised at us and said “I didn’t know y’all liked doing that too.” And then she said something like “It must run in the family.” And we all chuckled at that. When we got home and walked up to the door to go inside, Sarah turned to us as she put the key in the door and jokingly said “Time to go in and strip down.” Once we got in though, we all just went to our rooms and didn’t see each other for the rest of the night because it was so late.
This morning when I woke up I heard Vanessa taking a shower because neither of us took a shower the night before, so I went downstairs (clothed) and saw Sarah in the kitchen in a bra and pajama shorts (I was halfway expecting her to be nude). We exchanged good mornings and then I went to make myself a quick breakfast while Sarah also made something to eat (I was taking in the sight of Sarah’s butt in those pajama shorts while she walked around the kitchen). About 10 minutes later Vanessa came downstairs naked and walked past the kitchen to take clothes down to the laundry. Vanessa came back upstairs and walked into the kitchen to say good morning to Sarah and I. Sarah saw Vanessa standing there naked and said something like “Is this what we’re doing now?” And then Vanessa said “I was dead serious.” Then Sarah said something like “Now you’re making me wanna join you.” Vanessa shook her boobs at Sarah and said “Join me then!” And they started laughing (I had to position myself behind the kitchen island to hide my erection after that lol)
After that, Vanessa went back upstairs and then Sarah turned and asked me if I was “gonna join in.” I told her maybe after my shower, and then Sarah just smirked and chucked and said “OK” then went back to her room in the basement. I was getting kinda nervous at this point, because I was remembering how strange it felt to be naked in front of Vanessa just for those few minutes yesterday and how my heart was pounding. So the thought of being naked in front of both of my sisters was exciting, but kind of nerve-wrecking tbh. I did want to do it because I actually do like chilling in the nude, but I had never really considered the thought of doing that with any of my sisters, let alone both of them. When actually being presented with the opportunity to be naked with them, I was a lot more hesitant than I thought I’d be. I wasn’t quite feeling as bold as I was the other night.
I was humming and hawing about it all the way back up to my room from the kitchen, but when I got to room I just told myself to walk to the bathroom without my towel and see how you feel, so that’s what I did. When I was drying off after my shower, I could hear Vanessa and Sarah talking to each other in the hallway. I started to wrap the towel around my waist, but I decided not to chicken out cause my room is only a few steps from the bathroom, so I just hung my towel up in the bathroom and then stepped out the bathroom door into the hallway.
As I opened the door, I immediately saw nude Vanessa standing in her room by her bed and talking across the hallway. (Vanessa gave my body another up and down look like she did a few nights ago) I took two steps into the hallway and looked to my left to see Sarah standing at the top of the steps. Sarah was still wearing the same clothes she had on earlier, but she just said something like “Ahh, you guys!” and all I could let out was a nervous chuckle, but Vanessa responded by saying “I told you!” to Sarah. I continued into my room and shut the door behind me (I could hear my heart pounding), then Sarah sarcastically yelled out “Why is everybody naked!” and Vanessa responded back in the same tone of voice with “Cause we like it!” Then Sarah said “Well let *me* go get comfortable then since everyone else is.” and Vanessa said “Yeah, you go do that.”
My mind was racing at that point because I was about to see both of my sisters naked so I was really excited, but I also kind of felt like they expected me to be naked with them so I was almost shaking with nerves (but I was trying to maintaining a calm appearance), which was not how I’d imagined I would have felt. I mentally committed myself to do it, but it was really difficult to get myself to actually do it. Sarah and Vanessa were giggly about everything and they blushed a little, but they seemed a lot more comfortable than I would’ve thought. (More comfortable than me for sure lol)
I put lotion on in my room, and as I did that I heard Vanessa leave her room and head downstairs. I had a big 34 oz. empty water bottle in my room that I needed to go and fill up in the kitchen, but I had to hype myself up to leave out of my bedroom. Once I got my courage up, I stepped out of my room and started to head down the stairs. Before I got downstairs, I could her Vanessa and Sarah laughing and talking in the kitchen. I wanted to turn around, but I didn’t. I got to the bottom of the stairs and I saw Sarah and Vanessa both naked, standing at the kitchen island chatting. They both looked at me and smirked/smiled as I walked towards the refrigerator to fill my bottle up at the water dispenser, but they didn’t stop their conversation or anything.
I stood sideways relative to them as I filled my bottle up, and we all were kind of stealing glances at one another like Vanessa and I did yesterday morning. Sarah had a slightly darker complexion than Vanessa and I, but she had bigger boobs than Vanessa. The kitchen island was covering up her lower-half at that point. I was afraid that I would get an erection in front of them, but I only got like a half-erection because I was so nervous (fortunately).
I finished filling my bottle, then I took a few gulps and went to top it off. When I went to top it off, Vanessa and Sarah left the from kitchen island. Vanessa went to go downstairs and check her laundry, and Sarah walked into the living room. I watched Sarah walk into the living room and I took in the sight of her bare naked ass walking into the living room. (I’ve always liked her butt too) She grabbed the TV remote and turned the TV on. She then turned around and looked at me and said “This is so weird! All of us walking around butt naked!” I said something dumb like “We’re all family.” And she just said “I know, that’s why it's so weird!” She then turned back around to the TV. Sarah had more pubic hair than Vanessa, but neither of them were bald down there.
I finished filling my bottle and started back upstairs right when Vanessa was coming back upstairs. I let her go in front of me (so I could watch her butt as she went up the steps and into her room).
I came into my room and immediately started typing this thing up before I forgot anything. So as of now (Saturday late-afternoon - evening) all 3 of us have seen each other naked, and it looks like that might be the case through the weekend idk. I’m a little in shock rn at what’s happening, but I imagine I’ll have a couple more updates to this situation.
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...down a peg [M|M|M|F|mid-to-late-20s][rough draft][open-ended]
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John felt a lump swelling in his throat as he stared down at his phone. He was beginning to worry for Steven. Bet aside, Steven may have been genuinely depressed.
*I’m here for you, bud. I think some time to grow would be good for both of you.*
It was the last message he sent him. The little status indicator said: *read,* but Steven hadn’t replied.
John backed out of the screen, scrolled up, and then tapped open his conversion with Maddy.
*I’m popping that ass-cherry tonight!!!*
Maddy had been teasing him like that since they agreed on the bet two weeks ago. Maybe it served him right. It was more than a little insensitive to make a bet, about their friends' hapless love lives. Though to be fair Tricia and Steven had been on again, and off again for the past four years and even they made jokes about it.
His guts were tied in knots. He had to be stupid to agree to this bet. Tricia and Steven simply had to decide they weren’t breaking up after all, at least not today. Then, Maddy would have him grabbing his ankles and his asshole would be filled to the brim with silicone cock in the next hour or so.
There were three heavy taps on the door in quick secession. She was here. After a brief pause, there were several quick thunks each one more impatient than the last, though it had only been a few seconds.
John shoved his phone into his pocket, took a deep breath, and hurried to the door to let her inside.
“Hey, Bud!” Madeline greeted him cheerfully, as the door swung open. She pulled him in for an aggressive peck on the cheek. It was a recent development that he wasn’t quite used to. Her lips felt soft, and the heat of the kiss seemed to linger on his cheek.
She looked like she had just left the gym. Which wasn’t all that surprising. She practically lived there.
She was fresh-faced. Her chestnut-colored hair was still matted in spots from a recent shower. It looked glossy and thick, draped over her shoulder in a damp spool. She was wearing a loose-fitting sleeveless Tapout hoodie. The strap of a Vintage JanSport backpack hugged her shoulder. He could see the ruffled end of some olive green cargo shorts beneath the edge of her hoodie.
“Hey yourself,” John answered, “what’s with the backpack?”
Maddy smiled as she flung the backpack in front of her. She carefully pulled the drawstring open. She was dramatically slow about pulling the strappy leather device free from the bag. A single strap was curled around her index finger as she dangled it halfway out of the bag. It looked like some kind of fancy leather jock-strap, with a bunch of buckles and a circular-shaped pouch cut in front.
Her strap-on harness. He recognized from the video she texted him. She was pretty insufferable when she wanted to be. She had apparently already decided she was winning before either of them knew whether Steven and Tricia were back together or not.
While the video she sent him did turn him on. He was way more focused on Maddy’s perfect, plump ass framed in the leather straps, bouncing away as she plowed into some beefy dude’s backside.
His head and shoulders were cropped from the frame, but he could hear him grunting as she flashed the camera a bright and shining smile.
She was smiling at him now. A small but welcoming and come hither smile.
“It’s like 4 in the afternoon,” he chided, glancing back towards the living room to see if anyone else had seen.
“So, what?” she countered, “Steven text you back yet?”
“No,” he answered, “Matt and Trevor are here though.”
Maddy turned into the kitchen and helped herself to a bottle of Sam Adams from the fridge before they made their way to the living room.
Matt and Trevor we’re sitting across from each other. Their legs crossed with two bottles of beer and several different tabletop games between them.
Game night had been a weekly occurrence for the last two or three years. Lately, it had more or less devolved into sitting in front of our game of choice, while they had passionate political debates, or gossiped about some workplace drama, really anything but playing the game.
Both guys cheered, “Maddy!” As she came inside to take up her usual spot on the couch. It was a level of enthusiasm that was exclusively reserved for her.
Despite being a bit obnoxious, Maddy had an easy spirit. She also happened to be naturally stunning. Like gazing across the Colorado Mountain range at sunset. If she wasn’t so open and honest about her love for sodomizing her male partners she probably could’ve torn through their little friend group like tissue paper.
“Have either of you heard from Steven?” Maddy asked before taking a sip of beer.
“Nope,” Trevor sighed, “He and Tricia broke up again …so they won’t be joining us.”
“Yeah, last I heard Tricia was packing her things, and she was moving back in with her parents,” Matt agreed.
"I can’t believe this…" Maddy groaned.
“Believe it?” Matt questioned, “They break up like once every six months.”
“I know, but it’s been like two weeks, are you guys sure they haven’t made up?”
John was surprised she was openly pleading for answers. Up until now, they both had been pretty tight-lipped about their bet.
“I mean, Tricia is packing her stuff… that’s pretty serious,” Trevor chimed in.
Matt waved his hands dismissively, “Yeah, I guess… but you know Steven is going to get all mopey and depressed, and then he’ll be begging for her to come back.”
John noticed Maddy looked nervous for the first time in weeks. There was a chance that Matt was right, but the established end of their two-week bet was yesterday. Upon Maddy's insistence, they had to confirm their friends’ were in fact 'still broken up.'
John nervously peeked at his phone. There were still no new messages.
“When did you guys hear from Steven last?” Maddy asked before taking a large swallow of beer.
“Dunno, like yesterday?” Trevor said, as he thoughtfully examined a box containing a knock-off version of Catan.
Maddy winced, wrinkling her nose, “I’m going to go ahead and call it.”
John felt the knot in his guts come undone. He couldn’t believe she conceded. He had actually won.
As expected, Matt and Trevor both looked back at her confused.
“Calling what?” Matt asked after not receiving an explanation.
“John and I placed a small bet as to whether or not Steven and Tricia we’re going to get back together for the thousandth time… I just lost…” she admitted.
John could feel panic clawing its way up to his throat like a scurrying rat. He wondered why she just admitted to their unscrupulous bet and he wondered how much he’d have to explain.
“That’s fucked up,” Trevor said rather causally before continuing to compare and contrast two different boxes of novelty card games.
“What were the stakes?” Matt wondered aloud.
John felt his cheeks begin to burn, “it was just a stupid bet,” he answered, but Maddy chose to speak over him, “the loser is the winner’s personal hmmm, let's say *attendant* for the next 24 hours.”
John narrowed his eyes at Maddy, but he couldn't really understand the purpose of divulging every little detail regarding their bet. His first instinct was she was trying to guilt him into calling the whole thing off.
Matt laughed, “Jesus bro, that was a gamble. Maddy would’ve definitely butt-fucked you outta your soul.”
“I know…” John admitted shamefully.
“No,” Maddy insisted, “he would’ve loved it.”
“You guys were seriously gonna fuck each other because of a bet?” Trevor asked, now fully invested in the conversation.
“I mean why not?” Maddy admitted, “…but I suppose you could just make me rub your feet or do the dishes, or whatever?” Maddy clarified aloud while glancing back at John.
He was so relieved he had won, he had completely forgotten that winning made Maddy his personal plaything for the next 24 hours.
He could feel heat rush to his crotch, pitching a tent in his jeans. He couldn’t deny that he had fantasized about her before. His fantasies were mostly vague and intangible.
The options overwhelmed him, but more than anything he knew he wanted to fuck her ass. Maddy’s ass was round, and undeniably thick. It was a combination of good genetics, coupled with vigorous squats, butt crunches, and all the weight training she did in the gym. It was the kind of ass that would satisfy even the most discerning assoholics. Her gorgeous butt aside. Maddy was a proud sodomizer herself. If anything, she had put the idea in his head.
“John?” Maddy called out pulling him away from his thoughts, “So, what’s the deal? Bet’s done. How may I be of service?”
“I don’t know,” John said, not willing to admit anything in front of Matt and Trevor, “let me think on it.”
“You’ve been so cagey about it!” Maddy teased, “if you’re having trouble deciding… just so you know, I've taken…” Maddy took a moment and began idly counting her fingers, cycling through a mental portfolio.
“...The anal virginity of like seven guys, not to toot my own horn, but that’s a ton of experience." She continued briefly holding up the seven digits, "I promise you’ll have a great time. We'll just try it once, and then we'll do whatever you want for the rest of the 24 hours.”
“Maddy, that was what you wanted… not what I wanted,” John countered.
“Fuck... You wanna fuck me up the ass, don't you?”
“W-WHAT?” John stammered, “I haven’t said anything like that.”
“Yep, there it is,” Maddy sighed, “It’s the first thing all guys ask for… Do you know how many times I've heard: Oh, if you’re gonna do mine, I should get to do yours?” Maddy scoffed, “—still have virgin butthole until this day. Everyone one of them came their brains out on my strap-on and begged for another round. I'm just saying you'd have a much better time. You have a prostate.”
This felt like a tactic, she was trying to embarrass him into absolving her from the loss. Still, if she wanted out that badly, it felt wrong to force her.
“You know we don't have to go through with this. It was a stupid bet,” John conceded.
“Well, wait a second,” Matt interrupted, “if he doesn’t want to take the win, I’ll take it.”
“You weren’t a part of the bet,” Maddy pointed out, “why would you win anything?”
“...I mean you guys said that the stakes were; the loser, Maddy,” he said gesturing to a smirking Maddy on the couch.
“Now here me out, the loser,” Matt repeated, “has to do whatever the winner wants for 24 hours, basically, so, according to the rules of said bet: John can just bestow his win to me, right? As long as it's something he wants to do, like a command, right?” Matt deliberated with all the bravado of a made-for-television lawyer making his closing statement.
Maddy raised a straight brow, and gave Matt a coy little smirk, “I mean… sure I suppose those are the rules. But, only if Johnny-boi were to say so... but out of curiosity, what would be in store for me?”
“Nice try Matthew, but no,” John replied before Maddy got an answer.
“Okay, John… what about since there's three of us. She's got three holes. What if we all went at once?”
Maddy playfully rolled her eyes, “alright, nevermind, Matthew is being completely indignant.”
“Jokes, on you I don’t know what *indignant* means,” Matt countered, “besides this is John’s decision. You lost, remember? John, bro, hear me out, all three holes at once. Air-tight, bro. AIR-TIGHT. That is literally on my bucket list.”
“Guys, I don’t think Michelle would approve,” Trevor cut in.
Matt let out a deep sigh, “You’ve been dating her for like what, 2 maybe 3 months? We’re talking about a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.”
Maddy laughed, “Seriously, guys. I’m still here.”
“Maddy would’ve let John off the hook,” Trevor suggested.
All three men turned her, expectantly.
Maddy gave them all a pained and pensive look, “Look, see that’s not fair,” she protested, “I know John would’ve had a good time. Every guy I’ve done it with was apprehensive at first.”
Trevor let out a tickled groan, “Jesus, Maddy… alright you guys can talk it out… I love you all but this is a little weird.”
Matt had a smug look on his face, “Alright, obviously Maddy was totally down with wrecking your butthole, bro…”
“HEY, I wouldn't have wrecked it!” Maddy interrupted.
Matt continued ignoring her protests, “you totally would’ve been a man about it." He said turning to John. "I get that it’s weird, but it’s not THAT weird. We’ve been friends awhile… but if you think a little gangbang among friends is too weird, what if we just took turns?”
“I don’t know,” John answered looking back at Maddy, “I honestly value our friendship, more than this stupid little game. I think we should pretend none of this happened.”
Maddy looked back at him with misty eyes, “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but that isn’t fair. I would’ve been pretty salty if you lost, and then tried to weasel out of it… but if I were you, I would just take me for yourself. It WAS our bet. Matt and Trevor can’t be mad about it… and I promise I’ll do whatever you want. You can be the FIRST guy in my butt. Seriously; certifiable virgin butthole. Unless you count tongues and butt plugs, otherwise, nothing else has been up there, all yours,” Maddy said proudly.
“TURNS?” Matt suggested again, “Come on bro, you would go first, obviously. You know I would give you at least a turn with her asshole. She’s been porking dudes up the ass for years, if we all get a turn that’s like poetic justice or whatever, think of your fellow men, mah-guy?”
Maddy laughed, “Jesus Christ, Matthew, you fucking horndog. You can’t be serious?!”
“Please, you’re loving this, otherwise, you wouldn’t have said anything about the bet!” Matt countered.
Maddy gasped, “Matt, I do rather enjoy being the center of attention, but if I knew you were going suggest running a train on my ass, I would’ve shut up about it.”
“She doesn’t seem into it Matt,” Trevor pointed out.
Matt looked sullen but undeterred, “I’m sure tons of women are apprehensive at first…”
Maddy’s mouth went agape, but she was smiling, “Touché… BUT, it’s still John’s choice, within reason, remember we agreed: nothing permanent, no pictures, no tattoos, nothing that’s going to cause any long-term aches and pains.”
“Well, you told us you fucked that one dude in the ass for hours, and he didn’t complain!” Matt teased, “I’ll probably last ten minutes tops…”
“Hmmm, right. *The Pickleball guy,*” Maddy said wistfully, “he had a fucking fantastic ass, it was just meaty. You just wanted to rub your face in it. Sweet cock too. I had him folded up like a pretzel. Face between his knees. Numbing cream slathered on his cock. My nine incher buried in his ass. He had like five prostate orgasms... in like, the span of an hour. Made him swallow every load, too. It was fucking phenomenal. AND he could eat my ass like a champ…”
Maddy sighed, “I did I tell you guys ...he's a teacher now? He got married —probably has sex in the missionary position twice a week. It's sad, man. Gentlemen, that man was a King. I can only aspire to be so freaky.”
Maddy extended her hand gripping her beer and she and Matt clinked the necks of their bottles together before they each took a swig.
“You guys are hilarious,” John laughed.
“What? I can respect a fellow pervert,” Maddy answered with a smile.
“So, we're doing this right?” Matt asked, clearly feeling vindicated.
“Should I text Michelle?” Trevor asked a little unsure.
“NO,” Matt and Maddy shouted in unison.
Matt and Trevor continued to argue whether it made sense to potentially break off his relationship or to ask about *opening up* their relationship via a text message.
While their friends were distracted Maddy scooted in close to John whispering low enough so only he could hear, “Now, you chose to do whatever you want, but I think you should keep me to yourself… We can do ALL things you’re too embarrassed to ask about in front of the guys.”
Her warm breath tickled his neck. She clung to his arm and began to peck at his jawline. “No pressure,” she whispered between tight-lipped little kisses.
It was her subtle way of suggesting that maybe he *wanted* to be pegged.
“Why make this whole thing a spectacle?” John whispered back.
Maddy shrugged, “I thought it would be kind of exciting if they knew.”
Trevor conceded that, “it would be better to break it off with Michelle in person if anything happened tonight,” and both he and Matt turned their attention to John and Maddy.
“Well?” Matt asked expectantly.
“Johnny-boi won fair and square. I’ll honor our bet, I’ll do *whatever,* he wants,” Maddy said with cocksure conviction.
“Whatever, YOU want…” She repeated with a whisper into his ear.
John felt dizzy. His cock was buzzing.
“Down on your knees," John commanded, though his voice was soft and wavering.
Maddy looked surprised, but she said nothing, no curse or smart quip, she only complied. Obediently slipping from the couch to the floor, kneeling between his legs. Her elbows gently rested on his thighs. Her fingers bridged beneath her chin.
“Now what?” She looked up at him, her straight brows raised, a small but welcoming smile on her lips.
Matt and Trevor were dead quiet, everyone was hanging by his next word.
Then John felt his phone buzz in his pocket.
John's heart seemed to stall as he reached for his phone, he glanced down at the message and smiled.
"Turns…" John announced, "but, I think it's only fair we invite Steven too."
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A Vegas trip to remember [mmf]
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A group of friends and I took a trip to Vegas…it has been quite the weekend with gambling and drinking. Last night in town, a buddy and I are sitting at one of the tables having a good time enjoying our last night. Another guy and a girl eventually join us as well, thinking nothing of it figuring they are together. We are talking to them, eventually realizing they are not together and just friends and she has become very flirty. Drinks are flowing, the flirting is becoming heavy.
She is now running her hand on my thigh and I start to do the same to her, rubbing her bare leg that is showing under her dress. I say we should go to the room but neither of us have our own room. She says that she didn’t care if my friend watched. I cash out and tell my buddy that I’m headed to the room and when he got done she didn’t care if you watched.
We make it to the room and immediately start ripping each others clothes off, I have her tits in my mouth, tongue swirling her nipples, as I work my way down her body. I start licking and sucking on her clit until she says she can’t wait anymore and needed my cock. I wrap her legs around me and slide my hard cock in her, slow at first then picking up speed with each thrust.
I have been so into it, I didn’t even notice or here my friend had walked in and was stroking his cock in the bed next to us just staring at her. Apparently she hadn’t either, she sees him for the first time and smiles at me. I continue to fuck her harder, I then flip her over and slide in her from behind, really pounding her. She then motions to my friend to come to her and she begins to suck his cock as I’m fucking her from behind. I feel her tighten around me and start to cum. Her moans are muffled because of the cock in her mouth. That pushes me to the edge as I pull out and cum all over her ass and collapse. She finishes him off with her mouth and passes out next to me.
She left early the next morning, and we had a flight to catch. Definitely a story worth remembering.
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My amazing night out [F26][affair]
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Saturday evening, my bf and I are chilling on the couch. We watch some random trash tv series and have chips in front of us. Everything looks like a normal chill night. With one exception. The hand between my thighs and the open chat on my phone. For over an hour now, he holds me on the edge of cumming. Not my bf. My affair. We found each other on social media and started chatting.
My boyfriend suspects nothing, he is to involved in the movie to even acknowledge me or what I am doing. The last time we had good sex is... dependent on what you call good. If "good" is that he fucks you after work without any foreplay, cums and then watches football, while you finish it by yourself with toys, then it's not that long ago, but else.. you get me.
But this guy is different. Normal texts moved to flirty ones and then to full on sexting. He knows what I want. And he will give it to me, this night. Every message I get from him turns me on even more. He tells me what he is going to do with me, what I will do to him and how much fun this is going to be.
Then, finally, after hours of waiting, my bf gets up and tells me he is going to sleep. My mind begins to race, I was far far away from any fatigue. The moment he closes the door to our bedroom I jump up and begin to dress. All my clothes are prepared and placed in the bathroom. This night I am not going to leave anything to chance. A black lace thong, simple but effective. Paired of course with the matching push-up bra with some playful straps over my decolleté and my back. I do not remember the last time I wore anything like this. This all gets covered up by a red, slim dress, that stops an inch above my knee but also shows the straps on my back. Lipstick, make-up, hair, all done and I was ready.
One last view in the mirror, I look elegant and beautiful, but deep down i know, not so long in the future, this lady will be kneeling in front of a guy and begging him to fuck her.
15 minutes later I am standing in front of his door, it opens and for the first time I see the man, that is going to give me one of the best nights of my life. He looks exactly like I imagined him, thanks to all the pictures we already exchanged, with and without clothes. I look deeply into his blue eyes and he does the same. "Hi" is all I could say before our lips melted together and they would not separate until I was laying on his couch with him over me.
I feel how much he wants me, I could see it in his eyes, the look he gave me. His one hand holds my neck so that I won't go too far away from his beautiful, big lips, as if I would want that. The other one starts to explore my body. He follows my slim figure, down to the side, over my hip, my ass, until he reaches the blank skin on my thigh. His hand feels cold, but not too cold. Just that bit of a difference to make this small touch even more intense. His fingertips wander below the edge of my dress. He is not rough, or fast, he just wants to work himself up to the present I have for him.
While he is on his way, I am not shy myself. My eyes are closed, so my hands have to do the work of exploring his body. I let them slide all over him, as if I want to memorize every inch of his skin. I can feel the muscles on his arm relaxing and tightening when he moves it. His well trained shoulders now feel even bigger than they looked before. My hands move down on his side, between all the muscles I can guess the outline of his ribs. Further down I feel his abs. I have seen them on many pictures, but feeling them, counting them, is something completely different. My next stop is his ass, even in the jeans he is wearing I can feel it tighten when my fingers start to grab him.
This goes on for a few minutes, I have totally lost any sense of time. He then helps me up so that I can stand in front of him, and this time he takes his time to admire my dress. After I think he has watched me enough, I slowly start to roll it up, I can see that he is enjoying the show I give him. His eyes widen when he first sees my thong and even more after I let my dress fall down next to me. He cant decide where to look at and I love this feeling. He takes a step closer but I stop him and just say "No, no, you too" and point at his shirt. Seconds later he is standing there in just his boxers. That body looks exactly like the one I touched for the last half an hour. I also see the package in his pants, my lingerie seems to have their effect on him. I can spot the outline and I like what I see. I want his dick in me, as fast as possible. If I just knew, what he had in mind for me.
We start to make out again and he slowly pushes me into his bedroom. His warm skin touches mine and with every step I feel how wet i am. He throws me onto his bed, admires his view for a last time until he falls over me like an animal over its prey. His lips kiss my neck, moving down and he starts to play with the straps of my bra. Meanwhile his hands grab my boobs and begin to massage them. Then he takes out my nipples and begin to lick them. Gently at the beginning but then more intense, until his teeth begin to help. I could feel a slight amount of pain, not the bad one, and let out a moan. He likes what he hears and goes on.
After a while, he moves down on me while kissing my belly. His lips feel so soft, but so intense simultaneously. Every time he lifts his head just to place them a few inches further away, my body twiches. A kind of tickling, starting where his soft skin touches mine and then expanding over my whole body until it reaches even the furthest point.
When he reached my thong I see one last view up from him and then he dives into it. His tongue starts to slowly circle around my pussy lips and clit. he takes his time and I can feel every breath of him. Flowing over my skin, creating a cold sensation in combination with the wetness between my thighs. Carefully he moves closer to the center. This is torture, the only thing I want at this point is the sensation of his soft tongue on my clit. But he knows this and also that it drives me crazy to not get it.
Finally I feel the sensation of his tongue on my center of lust. I moan even louder and throw my head back. Not because I have seen this in porn, but because my body could not do otherwise. I had lost every control over what I do or what I say. All my body parts are on their own way and I could just lay there and let it happen. What then follows is the most intense session I ever had. It feels like his tongue has the ability to be at all the places at the same time. He licks, gently, with just the tip, then with a bit more force and with his full width. He starts to suck it a bit and then plays with my clit in his mouth. He does all those different things to me in exactly the way I need it now. While his mouth is buried deep into my crotch his hands are not useless. At first they just grabbed my thighs and pulled them apart, but know they crawl up my body again. His tigh grip ony my side let me remember how much control he has over me at this point. I would do anything he could want from me, just to have him finish what he has started down there.
Then they move even further up, until they reach my breasts. At first they just cup them, hold them tight, but then he starts to pinch my nipples again. I knew that he was going to do this, but the moment it happend a flash races through my whole body. The slight pain of my nipples between his fingers and the soft play of his tongue on my clit are the perfect combination. I can feel how the tingling is expanding, starting where his face is right now, slowly moving up and down from there. I know what is going to happen but the feeling of this orgasm building up is maybe even better than the one itself.
My abs start to tense up, as well as my neck, as well as every other part of my body. Without any controll of my side I push my hip up to have him even closer,my legs move together to instinctively hold him in his place. My body wants this so bad, I want this so bad! On last, loud moan and my hands claw into his pillow while the first orgasm rushes trough me. My whole body is like electrified, my legs are twitching and I have to fight to breath enough to not pass out.
This was amazing. He was a god down there. After some time, don't ask how much, he puts himself on his knees and ,with closed eyes, I feel his hand on my thigh. Going further until he reached my pussy lips. I was so wet he just slid over them. After a bit of foreplay and impatient moaning from my side he finally starts to finger me, one finger at first but then more. I don't know how much in the end but that doesn't even matter. What matters is, what they do in me. He searches the spot and finds it. Or to be honest, I think he didn't even searched, he just went straight for it.
I think he did not lie beforehand when he told me he has some experience with this. If his tongue did not already put me into heaven, those fingers would now do it. I haven't take a full breath since my last orgasm and he was on his way to my next round. My clit is so sensible, even the slightest touch starts to shoot flashes trough my whole body. My breathing gets faster and instinctively I bite my lip. Alk the time I am lying there with my eyes closed and just concentrate on every action he is doing with me. But for a short moment, I open them and take a look at him. He looks directly back at me, deep into my skull and his expression just reinforces the power he has over me at this point. While he massages my g spot his thumb begins to play with my clit again. This is to much, all those sensations unload in another huge orgasm.
My whole body cramps and my hands sink into his bed sheets. My legs starts to twitch and I can not do a thing against it. I need a minute to gather my breath again and look at him. He has this smile on his face that show he knew exactly what he just did. And I am so grateful for this. Now it is my time to revaunch me. I throw him around so that he is lying below me. With a quick move I pull down his boxer and my mouth went instinctively for his best member. I give my best and use all the tricks I have. There is never to much spit. My hands help my tongue and lips fulfill their mission. His heavy breathing shows me that I am doing it right.
After I think thats enough, I position myself above him and his dick on my entry. I want to slowly move myself down, but he has other plans. He wants me now and could not wait a second longer. He places his hands on my hips and pushes me down, I feel his dick slide into me and this spark running trough my whole body. He just wants it, and I am going to give it to him. I ride him, up and down, front and back. His dick is exactly like his fingers, the perfect size and directly positioned at my g-spot. While he does those wonders in my my clit get its part on the outside. While riding him, every move just slides it a bit over his skin and that's already enough. I do al this to give him the pleasure back that he gave me before, but I can already feel that this one is also going on my side. The heat rushes to my head, my breath gets more and more intense and without even noticing it, my hand move to my breasts and I start to play with my nipples, pulling them more and more.
Then it happens. I let out one last intense breath and my whole body explodes in thousands parts. It feels like every inch of my skin now has thousand times more nerves than before. His dick inside of me, and my clit on his crotch but there was more. I was wet yeah, but not THIS wet. With every thrust of my orgasm, with every tightening of my pussy I can feel how I squirt more and more over his dick. And it makes it even more intense. At first I try to hold it because I am a bit embarrassed but the orgsams that is flowing trough my body let me forget everything else and I just let it go. I can feel how wet his and my thighs get but at this point I dont even care if I would flood his whole bedroom. I am just living in this moment.
When i can finally open my eyes again I see on his face that he is as surprised as me, but he loves it. I can't move anymore but now it is him that is doing the work, I see, and feel that he is getting close. I watch his chest tightening, I can even se single muscle fibers.
When I think he is close enough in only ask "Where?". He pulls out, stands up in front of me and after just a few strokes on his side he shoot his load all over me. I feel so slutty in this moment. The man that gave me all those amazing orgasm can now just use me as thanks for his awesome work. His warm cum is all over my body, my face, my boobs and even in my hair. After he is finished I start to play a bit with it. Put it between my fingers and finally lick it lustfully. Judging by the look on his face, he likes this slutty side of me.
We clean ourselfs up a bit and I thank him like a thousand more times for this great experience. I give him a last goodbye kiss in his doorway and just say "Can't wait for next time".
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Forever Hung (Part 6) [sci-fi] [slow burn] [all characters over 21] [MF] [consensual non consent]
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The three of us managed to calm him down—though the professor and I had to calm Madison’s appetite, as well. Then, wrapped in a bedsheet, she lured him slowly toward the lab as the professor and I held each of his arms. The temptations she used to motivate him—a quick flash of leg, a slow suck of her thumb, a tight hug of the sheet against her backside—it was a wonder we managed to control not only the double, but ourselves.
“It is absolutely imperative that the transistor become operational,” the professor said as we set the double to sleep in the hibernation bath. “Charlie?”
“A couple days,” I said. “It’s close.”
“One day,” the professor barked, but then, uncomfortable with his stern tone, he added “as soon as you can.”
“As for you, Miss Lounds, I cannot stress enough how vital it is to resist any and all temptations.”
“Me?” Madison said. “I didn’t have much say in the matter!”
“Orgasms can have wild effects on the brain waves of these clones, to say nothing of the ethical implications.”
“Did you see me rip my own clothes off, Charlie?”
“Well you raise a good point, Miss Lounds, and I’m sorry, but until the transistor is up and running I must insist that you sleep in my room.”
Madison laughed.
“With all due respect, sir,” I said, “I’m not sure that you’d be much protection. It might be better if Miss Lounds bunks with me.”
“Are you the one with a doctorate in biochemical cybertronics? Neoconscious psychology?”
“We’ve shared a bed before, I just think she might be more comfortable.”
“Excuse me,” Madison said. “I will not be sleeping with either of you. I may have let myself get caught up before, but if he comes back I will calmly, firmly tell him no.” She crossed her arms, crossed her legs, and that was that.
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I had a difficult time falling asleep that night. I touched myself beneath the covers, but I was careful not to finish, half expecting Madison to sneak in to satisfy her unspent urges.
I glanced at the mirror in the early morning, but Madison’s bed was empty.
I was worried that I’d find her in the lab, pinned against a cathode or on her knees beneath the decontamination shower. But, peering around the edge of a grandfather clock at this very early hour, I caught her leaving the professor’s bedroom, no coffee tray in hand, wearing one of his white button up shirts.
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“Today,” the professor told me in his study. “I want the transistor done today.”
I entered the lab that morning curious to see who’s clothes Madison would be wearing, but it was her own. A short brown skirt and white blouse. The double was awake, curling weights with only a towel tied around his waist, as Madison circled him. She pressed a stethoscope to his chest periodically, measured various parts of his body with a tape measure, and jotted notes onto her clipboard.
“Already taking chances?” I said.
Madison ignored me, holding the tape measurer over his bicep and letting it stretch as his muscle flexed.
“You’re in charge of the computer, I’m in charge of the body,” she said. “His muscles need exercise and they need to stretch.”
“Maybe I should be the one -“
“I’m in complete control here,” she said. “We already had a couple of…flare ups this morning, but he respects my boundaries.”
“Respecting your own boundaries, as well?”
She took a deep breath as his chest rose beneath her stethoscope and bit a corner of her mouth as she watched it fall.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said.
I sat at my computer and began pouring over the data. I had an idea to plug in some kind of transitionary algorithms, something to simulate a degradation of brain cells so that the double’s brain waves could recognize the professor’s. A kind of artificial bridge linking the old and the new. My early tests seemed promising; I kept getting positive readouts when I asked the computer for recognition reports.
But there was still something interfering with a complete sync, something confusing the algorithm. I pulled up a live readout of the double’s brain waves and saw that the activity was spiking too busily for a new task.
“He’s going to have to stop exercising for a minute,” I called to Madison. “Wouldn’t hurt if you got out of sight, either.”
She ignored me again; I got no response. I tried another sync, but same problem.
“Madison, I think I’ve got this figured out, if you’ll just keep him calm.”
No answer.
One last attempt, but with his brain waves still spiking, it was no use.
“Madison!” I spun in my chair, but neither she nor the double were anywhere in sight. The dumbbells sat on the floor by the hibernation bath, the towel draped over them.
I started to march toward her room when I heard a muffled slapping sound across the lab. By the cisterns? The server towers? No. I noticed the door to the walk-in freezer slightly ajar, and, jerking it open, I saw the double behind Madison, her skirt hiked up, her blouse and bra yanked down, such that her entire outfit was bunched around her waist. Their goose-pimpled skin, she held her legs tightly together to fight the cold. She hugged herself, her breasts squeezed pertly between her arms, her nipples taut. The double held her ring of clothes for leverage, some part of his body smacking some part of hers with each thrust. Madison shivered, but I don’t think it was from the cold.
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She buttoned her blouse, though a couple of buttons were missing. She sat in my computer chair, avoiding eye contact as I leaned against the desk. The double stood nearby.
“There was no orgasm,” she said.
“Only because I stopped you.”
“No, I told you, I was in complete control.” The button gone, Madison held the top of her blouse shut with her hand. “I wasn’t going to let him cum.”
The lab door burst open, the metal bashing against the brick, and in shuffled the professor. Madison got to her feet, held her hands behind her back.
“Miss Lounds!” he shouted from across the room. “If you're going to behave like an absolute harlot, unable to keep your hands off my future body, I’m going to have to ask you to pack your things.”
“Harry,” she said, a little taken aback.
“Traipsing about, teasing every cock in the house, fucking the one cock you aren’t allowed to fuck.”
“There was no orgasm,” I said on her behalf. “For him, at least.”
“I won’t have my experiment, my life’s work, ruined by the whims of some undersexed slut nymphette. By this siren of science.”
Madison stared straight ahead, back straight, seemingly unmoved by the professor’s tirade.
“I may have solved it,” I said, after a moment.
“You? Got your balls out of your ears?” He glanced over Madison, suddenly noticing her low-cut blouse, her pastel orange bra peeking through where the shirt button should have been. “Are all your clothes broken?” He asked.
“That is I think I’ve solved your problem, sir,” I said sternly.
This seemed to shock the professor out of his ire somewhat. With success potentially in sight, his rage turned to shame. Looking at Madison, the quiet seething beneath her stolid demeanor, the professor realized he may have sacrificed one goal in pursuit of another.
“Weeks?” he asked.
“Minutes, I’d say.” I programmed the algorithm to take any carnal spikes into account; the important part was the deterioration bridge.
“You mean now?” The professor asked.
“If you’re ready.”
He looked at Madison, a blank, angry look in her eyes, and he looked at his naked double, his emotionless stare. Then the professor looked at me and nodded.
I hurried over to a terminal by the hibernation bath. Two bodies controlled as one, just as one brain controls two arms, four limbs, ten fingers. The professor’s great breakthrough, now offering life-long youth.
I was mostly preoccupied with the terminal, running numbers and monitoring the synchronization process, so I only caught snippets of what transpired 15 meters away, my view partially obscured by my desk and a shelf of spare parts. But I heard Madison, her first spoken words since the professor’s outburst.
“Slut nymphet?” she said to him. “Undersexed slut nymphet?”
“Regrettable words,” he said. “Unworthy of my character.”
I saw her turn to the double. She held his right arm and glanced over his body.
“Soon this will be you? You’ll feel everything he feels?” she asked. “Any second now?”
The professor nodded, shifting on his cane.
Madison leaned toward the double and blew a gentle breath against his neck.
“Can you feel that?” she asked. The professor shook his head
Madison took the doubles hand. She raised it to her mouth and kissed slowly across his knuckles, looking up at the professor. When he didn’t react, she rested the hand against her breast, her cotton blouse.
The double was becoming aroused. I could see the spikes on the monitor, so I adjusted the inputs.
“Can you feel that?” Madison asked, and the professor shook his head, watching her intently.
“How’s it going, Charlie,” he called over to me, and I gave him my assurances - synchronization any second now.
Madison, eyeing the doubles growing erection, began inching her tight skirt higher. She ran her fingers up her thighs, felt beneath the skirt, then pulled down her white silk panties. A creamsicle, I thought from behind my computer, that pure shade of white with the orange bra beneath her blouse. I swallowed hard and wished I’d watched her get dressed that morning.
She brushed her panties against the double’s abs. Then lower. She draped them over his stiffening cock—my monitor spiked wildly—then, taking the dangling fabric in her hand, Madison began to slide her panties up and down the length of his shaft.
“Can you feel that?” she asked innocently.
“Charlie!” the professor shouted.
I watched her place herself between the professor and his double. Her back to the professor, I saw him ogle her ass through her skirt as She ran her hands across the double’s torso. She glanced over her shoulder, then crouched down onto her knees. I’m certain the professor could see down her blouse. Madison took hold of her panties and used them to pull the double’s cock to one side, then the other, up, then down, studying each inch very seriously.
Then, “what about this, professor?” and she used her panties to draw the double’s cock toward her mouth. She puckered her lips around the tip. She held it to the inside of her cheek. She slid her panties up and down, up and down. All while glancing up and back at the professor, waiting for a reaction.
“Charlie, for the love of god,” he shouted, and suddenly I had it. The brain waves recognized one another, the patterns overlapped, and I heard the professor’s cane kick out from underneath him. He fell back into a chair and let out a cry which echoed across the lab, the groan of a great pleasure denied, finally released. He sat silently for a moment, catching his breath.
I watched Madison get to her feet. She straightened her skirt, tried, unsuccessfully again, to close the top of her blouse, then held herself against the double and stroked his heaving chest.
“Congratulations, professor,” she said.
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[Cm/Cf] I fuck my cousin. A LOT.
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Just to get this out of the way: I'm 30, my cousin is 24. We'll just say my name is Bernard and hers is Kim so we have something to refer to us by.
My cousin and I have not always been super close. She lived in a different part of the state from me and she's 6 years younger than I am, so we missed out on a lot of what my other cousins/younger siblings did for bonding like playing with action figures or going to the beach or whatever. I was just older enough that those things didn't interest me. I'm actually one of the elder generation, so almost all the other kids are younger than me
Two months ago she moved to my city to finish college and I had a nice apartment just a quick bus ride from there, so my aunt and mother pressured me to let her move in with me. I had a spare bedroom, but it was my art and gaming space so I was very reluctant to let her take it. After some negotiation my aunt agreed to pay me a little in rent, and Kim would pay for half of the utilities and some food. It seemed like a decent deal for me.
She moved in on a long holiday weekend in the spring. Like I said, we weren't actually that close before, so I hadn't seen her in a while. I think most people would not find her traditionally hot. She's short, maybe about 5' 2"? She has a small belly, small boobs, but THICC thighs and wide hips, and her arms are thicc chubby too. Her face is... her face. I don't think she's "hot" but she's not ugly at all. Just normal, I suppose. When she walked up to the apartment I didn't realize she had gained weight. I remembered her as an average sorta skinny 18yr old the last time I saw her, tho she was probably actually in her early 20s.
Immediately I thought "daaaamn", but it was more of a appreciation than a horny thing. She immediately ruined it by being pretty rude. I think the drive was a bit much, and it was a lot hotter in my city than where she was, so she was overdressed for the heat. She rushed past me with a quick wave hello, let herself in and helped herself to some of my soda in the fridge without asking, then grabbed a slice of pizza from the box on the counter like it was nothing, and walked back out to start moving in. I was just standing there like sorta stunned.
We got her all moved in. It was fine. She didn't want to start unpacking so she took a quick shower and then plopped down on the couch. I got a brief glimpse of her moving from the bathroom to her bedroom in her towel but I wasn't really looking at her. I was looking at all the damn boxes everywhere. She was gonna have to put this shit SOMEWHERE but I didn't have that much room.
We talked a bit on the couch and my eyes kept wandering to her thick thighs. Like... damn. I always liked thighs but these were like eye-popping nice. She was wearing yoga pants and after sitting for a while and moving around she started to get a camel toe. Again, I was not, at that time, sexually interested in my cousin. At least not at the conscious level.
After a bit of time I went to my room, locked the door, got on my computer and put my headphones on, and went straight to looking at thicc porn. I was deep in the middle of a nice good edging session when I heard her knocking at my door. I stopped, pulled my pants up, minimized the window of what I was watching, and walked to the door. LIKE AN IDIOT I forgot I wasn't wearing wireless headphones so by the time I got to the door the cord yanked out of the computer and **blared** the sound of some bbw honey getting her ass absolutely wrecked with all the slapping and moaning at full volume.
I dashed back over and turned off the speakers, but obviously the damage was done. I opened the door, totally embarrassed, and she just laughed at me. All she wanted was the damn wifi password. She kept laughing and then said "Well, I guess you should get back to that!" as she closed her door.
I know my family and I was certain she would hound me relentlessly about it.
The next morning she was being pretty damn coy, just a little teasing with a "So, I hope you had a nice long, deep sleep last night" or some such thing. I just gave her a sarcastic smirk and got ready for work. She still didn't have a job so she was alone the whole day while I was working. When I got home she was gone, so I decided to enjoy some games while I had the tv to myself.
She got home shortly after with a bunch of groceries and sighed sorta as she walked in because she saw I was gaming.
"You gonna help me or...?" she said, sorta rudely just like her mom does.
I paused my game and got up to help unload from her car. As I was waiting to get a few bags she was bent over her trunk in front of me and I couldn't help but look. Her ass looked great. Suddenly she backed up and her ass rammed right into my crotch.
"Pfff EXCUSE YOU!" she said and then gave me the heavier bags and shooed me off, annoyed, like I was a damn servant. I know her inner family is just kinda like this. It's sorta playful, but also sometimes it's not. If it was going to be like this I was not interested in her living there much longer. I can't stand rude people.
We unloaded the car and she went to take a shower. She was in and out of her room and into the shower in a matter of seconds. After the shower she rushed into the room and I didn't hear anything from her for about two hours.
I felt my phone buzz and she had texted me. I was in the middle of an intense match so I didn't check it for a minute. Then I got three more texts in rapid fire.
"I just had myself a little 'nap'". Then "I have no idea why I just told you that", followed by "I'm in such a weird mood", and finally "just forget I said anything"
I mentally shrugged but also I couldn't stop thinking about her big juicy ass and I wondered what her pussy looked like. I suddenly felt way too horny so I stopped the game and went to my room. I locked the door, made damn sure the speakers were turned off, plugged in my headphones and started to crank out a quick nut.
Buzz. Buzz buzz. More texting. "Yo, you jerkin it?" then "You are, aren't you?" and "haha perv"
I ignored it and kept jerking. I was trying so hard not to imagine her but I couldn't help it. She slipped into my mind and I went into overload. I was rock hard and getting so close to cumming.
Buzz. "Send me a link to what you're watching".
My mind froze. I read the text again. I could see she was texting more and my heart was pounding wondering what the hell was going on.
Bloop. "JK." Bloop. "Nah for realz tho I wanna watch some" and then finally "cmon dude I'm strugglin". She really is a "zoomer" with the way she texts so damn fast.
I thought for a second. Then started to text back. She was already starting to type as I responded "Can't. It's on my computer, not my phone"
"just send" and then quickly "nvm I'll come watch it with u"
I was shocked. What the fuck was happening? I heard her door open, then a knock at my door. At this point my face was bright red, my heart was pounding, and i was starting to lose my hard on. I pulled up my pants and walked to the door as she kept knocking, but I remembered to take off the headphones this time.
She was standing there, clothed, and smiling. She laughed as I opened the door and pushed past me.
"Oooh I wanna seeeee! What kinda stuff do you jerk it to? Hahaha!" she was teasing, but as she bent over to look at my monitor I could see the telltale shape of her pussy through her leggings.
I stammered for a moment trying to say something but she just kept kinda laughing and watching the video.
"Damn! She getting that ass slammed, yo! That dude has a big dick and she's taking it like a pro! Oh damn haha!"
I was pretty embarrassed, turned on, confused, and super damn horny. As I was about to say something I saw her hands reach between her legs and start rubbing. "Daaaaamn..." she said, focusing on the screen. I was mesmerized by her hand rubbing a firm circle around her pussy through the thin legging cloth. She was still muttering a little like "damn" and "so hot" and stuff like that. She seemed totally lost in the moment, too.
Then I finally said something. "Uhhh, do you mind?" I had to force the words out. I was partially terrified and also very confused.
She turned her head back and looked me in the eye, still rubbing herself, and then down at my crotch.
She rolled her eyes and made a disgusted "ugh" sound and then said "Fine. Here." and pulled down her leggings so I could see her ass and *very* wet pussy. Now she started focusing on her clit while her other hand went to the mouse and scanned through the video. Again, I was totally transfixed on what was happening.
She said "Oh there we go. This looks like a good part." Then she looked back at me again with that same sorta irritated look. "Well? You gonna jerk off or what?"
Finally I just went with it. I pulled down my pants and exposed my cock. I had regained my hard on as I watched her so it was fully firm. She watched me as I pulled it out and made a quick sorta smile while her eyes registered shock and then she quickly regained her annoyed face. "Nice cock, dude. Pretty thick. Not S tier or anything, but I guess it'll do."
And then, without another word, she turned her head back to the video, backed up toward me, grabbed my cock with her free hand, and slid it inside her.
I about nutted instantly. I had never had sex without a condom before and holy shit. Plus it was with my cousin? What? What the fuck was happening?! I started to pull away and she didn't even take her eyes off the screen, she just used her hand to pull me closer while saying "Ah ah! Nooo! Fuck me like you wanna fuck this chick."
My animal mind took over. I put my hands on her hips above her PERFECT ass and started slamming. She stopped rubbing her clit and used both arms to brace herself against my computer chair, all the while watching the video.
It felt so damn good. She was so wet and her ass clapped loudly with each thrust. I was in heaven as long as I didn't think too much about he being my cousin who I barely knew. She started gasping and moaning, saying little things under her breath like "Oh shit, yeah fuck me" or "gimme dat dick".
I was so close to cumming. I saw her drop her head down toward the floor away from the screen, her arms outstretched pushing against my chair against my furious pounding, her hands gripping the soft fake leather back cushioning, lost in her feeling. I could feel her pussy starting to clamp down and I knew I was about to blow. I started to moan and my grip on her hips got harder and I started pounding much harder into her.
"Oh shit. Oh fuck... I'm gonna-- I'm gonna cum!" she blurted.
Right then her head snapped back and her back tensed and her pussy gripped so hard I thought my dick would snap off. She convulsed a little and let out short grunting "ah ah" sounds to the rhythm of her pussy contracting around me. I pulled her tight against my waist and just moved a little, grinding while the full length of me was inside her. I couldn't hold on longer so I shouted "I'm gonna cum!" and pulled out.
As I did it was like she knew exactly what was about to happen and she swept into action. She turned around, got on her knees and jammed my dick in her mouth. I exploded into her mouth as she moaned and I gasped for air. She was twisting and jerking my shaft as she bobbed her head down on me. I staggered back against the bed, my head swimming and my body tensing up as I pumped a big load into her soft hot mouth.
I flopped back fully onto the bed as soon as she released me from her mouth. I was completely out of breath and was starting to slip into that post-nut clarity. What did I just do?
I felt her flop down next to me, panting also. We were silent for like thirty seconds while my mind whirled with a million awful feelings, but also feeling like that was so hot and I wanted it so much more than I could have imagined.
She let out a long sigh and I opened my eyes and looked at her. She had a smile on her face, which seemed to be impossibly rare. She propped her head up on her elbow and laughed.
"Holy shit, dude. I have wanted to fuck you for like... years! Fuuuuck." she said as she laughed and flopped back on the bed. "Years, dude. I can't believe it just fell into place like that."
I started to reply and she spoke over top of me, completely in character for her, apparently. "You kinda gave me an open with that porn you were blasting haha! Fuck dude. We gotta do that again."
I choked out a quick sorta questioning sound and she jerked back up and rolled over top of me, her arms to either side of my head, looking down at me. "Dude, you know that was hot. We gotta do that again. Don't tell me you didn't like it."
"I uhh..." I hesitated. "Yeah that might be the best sex I've ever had." I managed to get out before her smile came back and she laughed and collapsed down on top of me. He small boobs were so soft her her skin was so warm and smooth. Instinctually, I wrapped my arms around her as she rested her head next to my neck and just made gentle pleased sounds.
And that, friends, is how I began fucking my cousin.
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I had the best sex of my life and then got ghosted after! [MF]
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I could kind of tell that this guy was full of shit from the beginning- very braggy and self centered, not asking me very many questions. We went out for drinks, but he was decently good looking and a dominant personality so I decided to follow along and enjoy the ride. We bar hopped through 3 bars, he started telling me some wild stories of his sexcapades, and I was definitely intrigued.
By the time we got to the last bar, it was much sexier, we decided to get cozy, and we started making out. Good kisser, he basically invited himself back to my place and I wanted to see if he was as good as he said he was. We go back to my apartment and he instantly knows what to do without me having to tell him anything. We make out some more, he’s obsessed with my tits, and then he starts eating me out and fingering me at the same time which was 10/10 incredible.
When we get to the point of needing a condom, I open up my sex drawer, and he sees my magic wand laying there as well. So he flips me onto my knees and starts fingering me from behind while using the magic wand on me, which feels amazing. He’s doing the perfect amount of choking, hair pulling, spanking, I was so overwhelmed with pleasure and I squirt all over my bed.
He gives me a little break and then starts fucking me and giving me a real pounding, but when he wants to cum he tells me to suck his dick, and I happily oblige. I don’t love the taste of a post-condom penis, so I spit all over it and get it sloppy wet while he tells me exactly how he likes it and guides my head and hands around his cock. He came in my mouth and I guzzled it down- I haven’t swallowed a load from anyone in years but it was so hot, and I had already came so hard I felt like he certainly deserved it. When we both finished, exhausted, we stopped for a cuddle and kept talking and I was really blown away because no one has made me cum that hard in years. It’s about 2am and I have to wake up at 6:30 for work in the morning, but he keeps sucking my tits and I’m in such a dick-drunk, happy little sub space I would do anything this man told me to. He suggests another round, but this time he starts plowing me and then pulls out the magic wand again to use on my clit while he’s fucking me, and I am again overwhelmed with pleasure. The combination of his nice thick cock, his dominating attitude, his attention to my body, and the vibrator was too much. I’m moaning and unable to control myself from squirting all over my bed again. He then puts the vibrator away and keeps fucking me- missionary, my legs on his shoulders, then he throws me on top of him so he can suck my tits at the same time. I am in total heaven. He cums, we cuddle for a while, and he finally leaves at 3am.
I message him on the app the next morning to make sure he got home okay, and he says he did. I realize he never asked for my number and we had stayed in the app the whole time. The sex was so good, i was ready to risk it all for this man. I was ready to be his slave for as long as he wanted. Apparently he just wanted it once, because then he unmatched me. But it felt like a gift from the universe to have sex that good, since everyone else has been disappointing me lately. Still a win in my book.
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[M/S] [F/S] My mom enjoys sharing photos in our group chat (Update 8)
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Hey guys, sorry for not typing out an update yesterday but I'll explain myself why so no worries. Also a little spoiler, This post is not that sexual as previous ones and there is no pumpkin involved this time (haha).
So as I mentioned in previous posts, my parents and I agreed that I would visit them so I arrived in the afternoon unsure what would happen. Pretty much as soon as they opened the door all nervousness was gone. They were clothed in normal attire so nothing weird and after a few hugs we immediately went and sat down at the dining room table. My mom served cake and coffee and we chatted about normal stuff like my dad remodeling some rooms while my mom was in charge of decorating them to make things a bit more modern. Overall it was just like before we started our fun time which took the tension I had completely away.
We talked for a while and my parents showed me the rooms they redecorated and I have to admit it did look great. Eventually my mom said she wanted to adress the elephant in the room and wanted to talk about our arrangement. I agreed and said I was gonna talk about that as well and asked if they still had fun or if they had gotten second thoughts about it. They assured me that they didn't have that much fun in a long time but if the recent pictures were a bit too much all of a sudden they could dial it down a bit to accomodate my pace. I said that I enjoy every picture and message I get from them but also that I wanted to make sure that we are still family so not everything has to turn sexual.
They agreed and said that sex would be a hard limmit for them as well not only as family but also as a couple. I was really relieved as that was a limit for me as well and they said they were glad they brought it up so we all know what's going on and could talk if anyone feels uncomfortable. I said that's pretty much all I had in my mind so we all know where the limits are as most people still would think it's pretty weird.
With that the conversation changed to normal topics again and my parents asked if I wanted to stay for dinner to which I happily agreed. My mom makes a mean Curry so it tasted great. After dinner and some more talking I said it would be time for me to drive back home as it was already 9 PM and my drive would take about 1.5 hours. (Just to clarify, I visited them because they are my parents and not solely for the chance of something sexual in case you wanna berate me on that)
My parents invited me to stay the night so I wouldn't have to drive in the dark and tbh I was too lazy for it as well so I agreed but said that I didn't have a spare set of clothes with me. My mom told me not to worry as I had some old clothes in the guest rooms wardrobe. I looked through them and found a ratty shirt and some shorts which would do. My mom extended the sofa in the meantime and said that even if I wouldn't have sound something, there would be some of her underwear in there as well I could use otherwise clothing would be optional anyway with a chuckle. I threw the clothes on the now bed and joked that I remember the bed from yesterday. She assured me that they cleaned up their mess and I wouldn't find any stains. (You could tell that by now everyone was starting to get a little more bold with my dad throwing me a pack of tissues in case I needed them)
They also told me I was free to shower if I wanted and I should just help myself. I thanked them for their hospitality and they said not to worry about it. With that they said they'd go to their room but would be up for a whle in case I needed anything else or just couldn't sleep. I thanked them and said I would message them in case "something" comes up. With that they left and I undressed down to my underwear pondering if I should put clothes on. I thought they were pretty clear that they'd have sex so I wanted to test it by asking if my mom was serious about the clothing optional rule and they immediately responded that they'd practice it themselves atm. They also proved it wit a selfie of them cuddling naked in bed. My mom had one hand already close to my dads boner and one leg draped over his so noone was shy anymore. It's also worth mentioning that my mom donned the glasses and dark lipstick I complimented so much in a previous post.
I responded with a naked selfie on the bed with my hand aleady grabbing my dick saying "your house, your rules". They corrected me that it would still be my house as well so I could do or use whatever I felt like. I responded that I already had an idea what I felt like and asked if the underwear part was a joke. They responded with a "nope" and that they are old anyway so I could either throw them in the laundry or keep them. I immediately went to the wardrobe and looked through some sets and chose the black one of which I sent a picture to them earning me a "great choice".
I wrapped the bra around my dick and it didn't take long until I could hear moaning just like old times and messaged that to them. They asked if they were really that loud as they haven't even started yet. I asked them if they wanted me to prove it and they said I could try. I tok a video of the room but my cock was in frame as I rubbed it and in the background you could clearly hear them moan and clap away. I sent it and they responded with "Oh dear, we would have suggested ear plugs but you obviously don't mind haha" and with that they sent a short video with my mom riding my dad saying they can barely hear me. I would have never guessed I would see them like that with my moms big tits jiggling as she jumped up and down so I turned up a bit moaning a bit heavier myself so they could hear me too.
This went on for a while until I couldn't hold it anymore and took a video of me cumming in her bra and sent it to them. "My god honey, you really enjoyed it didn't you?" and that she for sure enjoys seeing a big cock spray his load and that I earned her underwear. Shortly after they sent another video with my dad fucking my moms tits until she jerked him off to completion begging "Cum for me honey" over and over again until she was blaset in thick ropes of cum. I told them this was the hottest video i had ever seen and that she looks beautiful covered in cum like that.
My mom thanked me and said there have been photoshoots like that before as well which she could upload when she has time. I waited a while after I heard the shower turn off and went to the bathroom still fully nude. When I opened the door I suddenly stood in front of my nude mom. We looked each other up and down for a second before I could apologize. She said not to worry as I had seen her like that anyway so I could either shower or keep staring as both is fine with her. I snapped out of it and went in the shower while my mom dried off and she sure was thurough. We had some chit chat and she said that dad already fell asleep as she tired him out fairly well. I said I saw and heard it while still taking glances at her. When I was done showering she handed me a towel and sat down on the toilet lid again thanking me for being that open about everything and that she's glad all of us enjoy what we ahve going on. I said we're all consenting adults so as long as everyone is okay with it there is no harm done having some fun. I also asked what dads opinion on it was and she said that he is equally enthusiastic as her but as I know him he is a man of few words.
She stood up and hugged me which which felt both nice and hot as she pressed her whole body onto me as she gave me a peck on the cheek. With that she said good night and pranced off to her room. I went to the guest room and laid down without dressing up again. The next morning I was greeted with the smell of coffe so I dressed back up to see my parents already at the dining table. When they noticed me they started smiling and my dad asked if I had an equally good night as he did. I responded that maybe not as well as him but still very stimulating. We had some breakfast and after that I needed to drive back home as my parents had to get ready for their shift so there was nothing sexual today.
My mom handed me a little plastic bag in case I wanna keep some souvenirs pointing at the little pile of her underwear on the floor and I put them in ti and folded up the bed again assuring my mom I didn't leave any stains either. After that I thanked them for everthing both food and entertainment and hugged them before leaving and assured them that I'd message them once I'm home so they know I got there safe.
At home I messaged them and they said they had a wonderful time and we should repeat that soon and until then she had updated the dropbox and we could always chat. I offered hosting them the next time so I'd check when I ahve time available for them. We agreed on that and after checking the dropbox I could see that she now added the full nudes as well as some pictures and videos of them having sex which I will thuroughly examine and give them feedback the next time the conversation turns sexual.
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[f] That time a married man sneaked me into his house
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Caveat that this happened a few years ago...but it was an extremely memorable experience since it was the only time a married man sneaked me into his house.
I was working late and this guy I had been talking to online (let's call him K) asked if I wanted to come hang out at his place and offered to pick me up. I needed to de-stress from work so I agreed. He picked me up from my office and drove us back to his house while we made small talk.
I had no idea K was married until we got to his place and I saw pictures of his wife and kids all around the living room...I asked where they were and he said they were overseas so he was living alone for a couple of weeks. I was so turned on after I realized that he had sneaked me into his marital home...
K then led me to the bedroom where we fucked on the bed that he shared with his wife. It was incredibly hot to get fucked on their shared marital bed and get my juices all over it, all the while thinking about how K's wife was happily on holiday with their kids and oblivious to how her husband's married cock was in my much younger and tighter pussy.
My favourite part of the night was when K made me get on all fours in front of a full-length mirror in their bedroom. He fucked me doggy style while telling me to look in the mirror to see how I was getting used by him. I felt so slutty being fucked like that by a married man in his bedroom and came to thoughts of how his wife would be none the wiser by the time she came back home.
Does any other married or taken guy want to sneak me into his house?
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Giving my shift leader [F] leader a massage led to cum on her from [M]e
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This took place in the early 2000's. She was my shift leader where I had been working for a couple of months. This girl had massive tits, small frame, a small ass a really cute girl. The store manager had been bragging about how he had been messing around with her. It didn't even occur to me that she was flirting with me, I thought that was her personality since she was the same with most of the guys. Plus my girlfriend at the time worked with us.
One night we're closing up and it's just her and I walking out. She asked if I had any plans or if I was going straight home for the night? I told her " I have none, why what's up?" She mentioned something about not having keys to get in her house and was going to wait for her brother to get home and let her in, and just wanted to kill some time. I told her I would shot the shit with her for a bit.
We jump in her car and she starts to rant about our GM about how's he's so possessive of her. "I don't know why he gets all jealous, he has a wife to go home to anyways." She asks if I'm the jealous type i answer fuck no. She pointed out that my gf was very jealous. She then continued about complaining about her back hurting and said hey your gf said you give great massages would you mind rubbing my back. Without missing a beat i replied "yes but everytime I give her one i end up inside her" She laughed it off and then said "ok' but here in the back of the car?" I said yes jumped to the back seat and asked her to take of her shirt. She jumped to the back of the seat turns around to take off her shirt and bra because she didn't want me to see her breast. She lays face down in the back of this little car seat. I awkwardly mount her, just below her ass and rub her back.
I'm instantly getting a boner from this and I'm not even trying to hide it. I ask her to turn around and say that I need to rub her breast too, she obliged. Boom 2 huge breasts with very small hard nipples. I lose my shit strat to grab them. I go in to suck them and this girl is fucking moaning hard. We make out and our hands are everywhere. I remove her pants and she has no panties on, just a bald pussy ready to be fucked. I remove my pants and I'm just fucking her missionary as im sucking on the huge tits. The more she moans the harder I'm trying to shove my cock down her sweet tight pussy. I'm about to explode i pull out and try to avoid a mess on her cunt. I shot the hardest load I've ever done, straight to her tits. It's's a fucking mess, there's cum all over her tits and part of her smooth stomach.
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[M/S] Visiting Mom for Thanksgiving
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Let me just start by saying throughout my adolescent years I had never really viewed my mother as anything but my mother. I moved away at 18 and have only visited her a couple of dozen times over the last 25 years. I am now 44 and she is 66. She looks great at least 10 years younger, kinda chubby, large breasts and ass. This is going to be rather lengthy but I will update as fast as possible.
She picked me up at the airport on Tuesday afternoon, we live in different parts of the country, and treated me with a huge hug and a quick kiss like normal. She asked if I minded driving to the store near her house so we could grab what we needed for the holiday meal. As I was driving we we’re catching up on her life now that my father had passed on. During the conversation she reached out and held my hand. We reached the store and completed our shopping, then continued to her new house.
Arriving at her new home I was surprised at how small it was. She gave me the nickel tour and that’s when I discovered there was only 1 bedroom. She told me I could either sleep on the couch or share a bed with her. I told her I would take the couch, I haven’t slept with my mother in almost 40 years. We made a quick dinner and had a few drinks and sat on the couch updating each other on our lives. About midnight we decided to call it a night. I hugged her and told her I loved her, she kissed me goodnight only this time she lingered a second longer than her normal quick peck. She went to her room and I stripped to a tshirt and my boxer briefs, and stretched out on the couch. I drifted off to sleep fairly quickly due to the travel and cocktails.
I woke the next morning to the sounds of my mom making coffee, while it was brewing she came to check if I was awake. She walked in the room wearing one of my dad’s old tshirts as a nightgown and that’s it. I couldn’t help but notice her large boobs, which now sag a bit due to age, with her nipples rock hard. The tshirt barely covering her big ass with the bottom of her cheeks just barely visible. I felt my dick starting to grow as I watched her walk in. She sat down in the chair opposite the couch I was on and I was eye level with her slightly hairy pussy peeking from between her chubby thighs. I snapped out of my trance thinking she’s going to catch me ogling my own mother. I looked at her face as she was informing me the coffee was ready, her eyes were glued to the tent in my boxers from my now raging erection. Embarrassed I sat up and pulled my shirt down leaning forward trying to hide as much as I could. She just laughed and said “ I know how men are in the morning, no need to be embarrassed”. I laughed, but was battling the confusion in my mind, “Did I just get turned on looking at my mom?”. My mom stood up and headed to the kitchen to get us coffee, I took the opportunity to grab my pants and dashed to the restroom.
Upon returning to the living room, after calming myself in the bathroom, I sat down on the couch. My mom returned with coffee. As she walked in I could see her enormous boobs and plump ass shakes with each step. She walked over handed me my coffee and sat down next to me, showing my half of her naked ass as she sat. Sitting there drinking our coffee she put her hand on my knee, rubbing the material of my pants and said “the view was better before” and started laughing.
More to come soon.
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[M/S] I am very attracted to my sons. Update 345. Michael wants to watch Ana and I fuck.
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My younger son never fails to surprise me. Not long ago, he was a virgin who had only kissed one girl in his life. Now, my boy has turned into my personal sex machine who is constantly exploring and thinking of new forms of debauchery. I must admit, I am quite proud of him as his mother and his lover.
This morning, as I rode his leviathan of a cock, he told me he desperately wants to watch Ana and I, now that he has heard us fucking and had a front row seat to our phone sex.
Ethically, I could not say yes as Ana would have to be unaware he was watching. He looked discontented to be told no, but I had an idea.
The next time I bring Ana home and take her to my bed, I will leave my bedroom door open. If Michael happens to quietly walk by and catch a glimpse of his mother and her girlfriend naked and ravaging one another, it can't be helped. I also plan to be loud and vocal as she and I play.
I wish there was a way to have Michael join us, but she is not attracted to men, and I can't disclose my secrets. Still, she and I will put on a show for him that he never forgets.
**My sons are 22 and 27. I will not ever roleplay with you. Please go outside and find a girlfriend.**
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Outside the Bar [30f/40m] [fantasy] [seduction]
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I see you from across the room but you are not alone. I sit near you but I can’t see your face. My whole body aches wanting you to come over and embrace me in a strong hug. The kind of hug where my breasts are pressed against you and I can feel you breathing on my neck. I sit there a little longer trying to figure out how to get you away from the girl you are with. She is attractive and sweet but does she have what it takes to calm the sexual beast inside of you. I get up to get a drink and walk past you. I am wearing the tightest dress I have and it outlines every curve of my body. The bra I choose is unpadded and allows for my breasts to naturally jiggle with every step I take. On my way back to my seat I make eye contact with you and give you a look that says I want to fuck you right now. Instead of going to my seat I head towards the door. I look over my shoulder at you and make a slight nod with my head to let you know to come with me. I wait on the side of the building and grab your hand as you turn the corner. I give you a deep passionate kiss and let out a small moan. I guide your hand in between my legs so you can feel how wet I am. My juices are dripping off your fingers and I put them to my lips to taste. Without saying any words you know what I want. You flip me around and pull my dress up. You are breathing heavy in my ear as you have one hand on my neck and one on my pussy. You are feeling my wetness drip down my legs and I beg for you to be inside me……
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[s/b] My Twin Takes Nudes of Me Update.
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My bf had my twin brother take more photos of me. I saw he was aroused and he got out of there fast. I thought maybe it was true he was aroused and going to masturbate.
After my boyfriend and I finished having a video call we talked about it. He had a plan. I went to his room and sat down on his bed with him. I said “Did you jerk off to me?
He replied “No, of course not” I asked if he got aroused. And he also denied it. I then said “show me your dick, I want to see” he denied me but I think he already finished.
The next day I had my brother take photos of me. Then I had him make a video of me bending over and taking off my sexy red thong. Then I looked him in the eyes and said “Show me your cock”
He replied “Are you sure?”
Yes
“what about your bf?”
“This is his idea, we are not going to touch each other.”
He pulled down his pants. His cock was very large. He started stroking it. I showed him my pussy. I took photos for my BF. I took my red thong off the floor and told him he can smell them. He buried his face in them. He was smelling me. My heart was pounding so loud I could not hear my thoughts. He said “your BF is very lucky. I am very lucky. No one can resist this. You’re so sexy” then he shot his cum across the floor. I made a video of this and sent it to my bf.
Then we had a video call me and him where I sent him all the sexy stuff I made for him.
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The Box [M|F|mid-20s][masturbation][anal][perhaps some magic]
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Katelyn found herself sitting up in her bed and staring at her bedroom closet door. She stashed *the box* atop a few shoe boxes in the back of her closet and she found that she had been thinking about it more and more every time she used it. Her limbs felt heavy. Her bedroom was inked in grey shadow. The light of the streetlamps outside seeped in through her blinds casting faded horizontal slits across her room. She reached over to her bedside table and checked her phone. She stared at the screen, blinking slowly. It was 2:44 in the morning. She let her phone slide from her fingers, and it fell back down the bedside table with a dull thud.
The box in her closet was a plain wooden crate, old, battered, and covered in countless faded shipping stamps. It was, for the most part, an unassuming box. It was the contents of that box that kept her up at night.
Her nightshirt was bundled up, twisted around her waist, and the fabric clung uncomfortably to her skin.
She was restless. She found herself in want and need of the thing, again. It would have been the fourth time in the span of one evening, though technically speaking it was now early morning.
It had been weeks since the box arrived at the front of her apartment door, and she hadn’t had a restful night of sleep since.
It was a dildo. *JUST a dildo,* Katelyn, told herself over and over again. Still, the thing was strangely realistic. Impossibly realistic. So realistic, that the first time she opened the box she nearly had a heart attack. If it wasn’t for the sudden beveled edge at its base she probably would’ve called the police.
It was probably six-and-a-half or seven inches long, circumcised, with a slightly curved shape, and a tapered but rounded head. It had a fleshy pinkish coloring, and pale blue veins running down the shaft. It was squishy, but firm to the touch, much closer to a real man’s erection than any dildo ought to be. She could even see the pale after-glow her fingers left around the shaft when she squeezed as if the object was somehow coursing with blood.
Even the thing’s heavy testicles seemed to float inside the squishy scrotum. Stranger still, it seemed to react to her touch, twitching and pulsing slightly as her fingers caressed the shaft. Once or twice when she had it buried in her throat she swore it was cumming, she could even taste its spunk.
It was as if some man popped it off his crotch, boxed it up, and left it on her welcome mat. There was more to it than that, it was a strangely compelling cock. Not the most impressive she had seen, but it made her want to do things. Strange things. Before it arrived, she didn’t have much interest in giving blowjobs. She could barely brush her teeth without gagging, but something about the strange phallus made her want to suck it, and after a few practice sessions, she found she could deepthroat it with no problem. Despite herself, she was starting to enjoy it.
Katelyn never considered herself a prude, she simply had always known what she wanted sexually. At least before her special dildo arrived. Touching, and sucking the thing made her mind-numbingly horny. Still, she hadn’t considered sliding the disembodied dick into her pussy, not once in weeks.
Though she did work up the courage to slip it somewhere else. It was strange and thrilling. She had never had anal sex with any of her previous boyfriends. Yet, something about this thing made her willing to experiment. When it was up there she knew that was where this cock belonged. The first time it happened, she could scarcely remember putting it in there herself. She only remembered once the feeling she might defecate subsided it was utter bliss.
That’s what she wanted. She wanted to feel it stretch her open again. To plunder the dirty spaces within her so she could feel exceptionally slutty in the privacy of her own bedroom. She wanted to ride it until she was screaming. Sleep was hours away anyway; if she could sleep at all.
Katelyn kicked off her sheets and planted her feet on the floor. Her limbs felt heavy. She was tired. Physically exhausted, but her mind was racing, her pulse was quickening, and there was heat pouring into her core.
She drifted towards the box. The hidden shame she kept stacked atop so many shoeboxes. The haze of her neediness made the short walk to her closet feel like a great distance. Every second without seemed like minutes, an ache crept into her and she needed to be filled.
A quiet relief slipped in the moment she had her hands on the lid, her fingers rapping at the top to wake the thing up. The hinges creaked as her fingers slowly pulled the lid open.
“Katie? Again?” the words seemed to evaporate in her ears.
Her box was a doorway. It had always been a doorway. She remembered. The man on the other side was eerily familiar though she couldn't recall a single thing about him. She thought he was perhaps a client from the spa, or someone she saw from time to time during her commute to work. Her thoughts were too hazy to fully grasp the stranger’s significance, though she knew he was somehow very significant.
Katelyn looked around and saw dark, she was soaked. Goosebumps had broken out on her skin, rain had soaked into her shoes. Her eyelids felt heavy, “Can I come in?”
“Katie,” The stranger whispered seemingly uncertain, “Katie,” he sighed, “it’s really late… I am absolutely drained… I'm not sure I could go again...”
Katelyn's chest felt heavy, the world around her rippled and her eyes refused to adjust, “I just wanna ride you with my ass again…” she answered.
She swore she could feel it throbbing in her hands.
The stranger sighed, a smug smile brightened his face and he motioned her inside.
*Was there lube in her box?* She couldn’t remember. It was ready and wet for her, she could remember that. The girth of it stretched her open as it eased into her. Squatting over it and riding until her thighs burned. Her legs splayed apart, her fingers buried in her hot little pussy. Riding this absolutely perfect cock with her ass was what she lived for.
She rode it until she came and came again. Until her legs were wobbling, and her delicate little ring began to sting. It hurt, but it was a good hurt. The kind of hurt she could learn to savor. She was panting and dizzy, heat pouring from the thing into her when a sudden gale of wind took her from warmth and happiness and tossed her spinning back into her bed.
Her early morning exploits were already fading into a distant dream. She couldn’t remember even falling asleep. She decided she was still too tired to think.
Her muscles ached when she reached to scoop her phone from atop her bedside table. The gentle blue-tinted glow made her wince. The screen read 5:13. She was sore, but dreams were only dreams, and there was a particular itch she needed to scratch. The box with that unnaturally realistic toy was only a few steps away. One more session before work couldn’t hurt.
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[Half] [B/S] Connecting with half sister. Christmas Update 1
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Tl;dr: flirting intensifies, lots of physical contact, wholesome family christmas
This update is getting longer than I expected, so I had to break it into pieces. I’m going to write the next part in a couple of days.
Christmas is over and I’m back home, so I finally have time to write an update. The last three days flew by in no time.
I arrived at my dad's place on the 24th. Most of the guests were already there, so the house was quite packed. I made my round of greeting people. S gave me a long hug to welcome me and whispered in my ear that she really missed me. It really sent shivers down my spine.
The rest of the afternoon was spent with typical Christmas stuff. We had to prepare dinner and prep cook for the next day, drink some mulled wine, wrap presents, decorate the tree and drink some more mulled wine.
S and I kept sharing tasks, which enabled us to spend more time together. Boring tasks (like peeling 4kg of potatoes) are a lot more fun, if you share them with a wonderful person. We both tried to not flirt too openly (as there were constantly other people around) but we goofed around a lot and there was loads of physical contact.
At some point I had to get a bowl from a shelf and she was standing in front of it, so I just stepped behind her and reached over her. As we were alone in the kitchen at this moment, she turned her head towards me, bit her lip and slightly pushed her ass into me.
It only lasted for a second and shortly after, there were people in the kitchen again and both of us were pretty flustered. I saw her blushing, but we made eye contact and exchanged a smile.
In the evening, we had dinner and exchanged gifts. I got S. a perfume that she really liked and instantly put on. I also got her another gift (nsfw) that I wanted to give her later, so she could open it when she was by herself (more about that later).
While everybody else was unwrapping their presents, I sent her a quick message telling her that I got another gift for her later. She gave me a quick glance, which I responded to with a smile and a wink.
After hanging out around the christmas tree for an hour or so, we did a quick clean up run. Little side story: My dad is really into sharing tasks equally, so everyone is supposed to help. My step?uncle in law (husband of MILs sister) thought he could just sit back with a beer and do nothing. Not on my dad's watch. He put him to work straight away. The good thing about that is, that cleaning up only took a really short time and we were all free afterwards.
One part of the group decided to play card games and the rest wanted to watch a movie. S. joined the movie group while I went to play cards. The game didn’t take long and I decided to not play another round and join the movie group instead. When S. saw me coming, she instantly scooted on the couch, so I could sit next to her. The couch wasn’t that big and we had to sit pretty close together. I joined her and she threw the blanket she was using over me and cuddled up.
At some point, she took my hand under the blanket and started to stroke it with her thumb. It reciprocated and it felt really romantic. I think both of us were super aware about our family being all around us, so nothing more happened. After a little while, she yawned, leaned into me a bit more and fell asleep, while still holding my hand. Super cute.
She woke up when the movie was over and rubbed her neck. I guess the position she fell asleep in wasn’t too comfortable, so I offered a neck massage to her. She happily agreed and I massaged her neck, shoulders and head for a while. It was really nice feeling her melt into my hands.
At this point everyone was pretty tired and most people were getting ready to go to bed. While Sister2 and our Cousin chilled on a couch, S. and I cleaned up the last leftovers. I used this alone time to give her the “special” present and told her to open it, when she was alone. I bought her a small battery operated magic wand. I also put a little card inside: “For the next bad date, or a really good one”.
She gave me a long hug and kissed my cheek as she told me that she’s looking forward to opening it. I could still smell the perfume on her that I gave her as a present and I commented how good it smelled on her. She offered me her neck, so I buried my face in it and made a point of smelling her, which made her giggle. The whole time we also had our arms wrapped around each other, letting our hands roam over our backs and hips. There was a super strong sexual tension.
We got interrupted when we heard someone coming down the hallway to the kitchen, so we broke our hug. It was S2 asking S. if she would come to bed soon. They shared a room and S2 didn’t want to be woken up, as she is a super light sleeper.
S. agreed but made an annoyed face and rolled her eyes after S2 turned around. After a last hug and a kiss on the cheek, S. went upstairs to go to bed.
When I was in bed, S. sent me a message telling me how happy she is with my special gift and that she can’t wait to try it out. She also told me that she has never used a magic wand before and would really like to have someone show her how to use it properly. I replied that I’m happy to talk about it, if we get some uninterrupted alone time.
Going to sleep afterwards was pretty… hard (pun intended).
tbc…
[How it started](https://www.reddit.com/r/incest/comments/zd7vnu/half_bs_connecting_with_half_sister_leaves_me/)
[Update 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/incest/comments/ztisav/half_bs_connecting_with_half_sister_short_update/)
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Me and my Mom
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Ever since I was a teenager I had thought my mom was hot but I thought nothing of it I lived a dead normal life with her up until this past year. But over the past few months my parents have been divorced and my mom (f55) has been visiting me (m22) every week or so. At first she was same as always but during some of the more recent visits she has been dropping sly little hints, like bending over in front of me with intent or falling asleep on my chest whilst we watch a film. She has also been wearing more revealing clothes, her tits are a bit saggy nowadays but shes 55 what do u expect, but it meant nothing to me she was still just as hot in my eyes, anyway her tits are always really clearly outlined in the small tight shirts she wears. One day whilst she was round my apartment we were making some food in the kitchen, and she was cutting some avocado on the opposite side of the kitchen island to me, and she would not take her eyes off me, she would lean over giving me a clear view of her tits and look up at me then back down. At that time that is all that happened.
Later that day we arrived home after a meal out and she went for a shower as I went and watched some tv. I was still confused over the clear hints she was dropping earlier that day, but as she came out the shower she walked through to the kitchen to grab a snack, when reaching up to the cupboard she definitely on purpose drops her towel revealing her wet, milf body infront of me. I instinctively looked away but did glance back which she clocked, she sort of slowly looked down and picked up the towel and walked towards, not knowing what to say I asked “are u ok?” To which she said”yes all good” but then she politely asked “would you like to fuck me?” I was speechless but harder than ever before which she could definitely see. The only word I could think to say was “yes”. With that she threw the towel away and hastily pulled down my joggers and began to blow me. I’m not gonna lie, i almost came in the first minute of that blowjob, so to avoid that I got up quickly and bent her over in doggy, I must have got about 20-30 pumps in before my mum milked my balls. I’ll let you know if it happens again.
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Breaking Up [F21][M21][F21][Threesome]
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During our second year of college Anne and I broke up. The stress of school and work, plus trying to move in together proved too much. We had a lot of acrimonious fights and finally called it quits.
But we couldn't stop being around each other. It was never really planned, but we just always ended up at the same places at the same times.
So, when we both ended up at party together, it was no surprise. Anne came with a new friend, a girl named Lindsay. Lindsay was tall, blond and buxom. She had spent the last four years in Japan. She was nice, but really out of touch, socially. She didn't have any of the same cultural references and her reactions to things always seemed...just different. As a result she was very shy. Coming to the party was Anne's attempt to socialize Lindsay.
Despite our breakup Anne seemed really happy. I was not. I put on a brave face, talked to Anne, even flirted with Lindsay to make Anne happy, and drank myself stupid.
Anne, Lindsay and a group of guys started playing a truth or dare, sexy flirty type game and I started to feel nauseous. I slipped away, went upstairs and lay on the floor of the master bedroom, praying for the world to stop spinning.
As I was starting to feel better I heard a stampede of noise coming up the stairs. I weakly lifted my head in time to watch Anne and Lindsay run through the bedroom door, followed by the guys they'd been with. The girls slammed the door shut behind them and locked it, then fell beside me on the floor, laughing. The guys pounded on the door and begged to be let in. I turned my head to Anne and asked what was going on. In reply she grabbed my head and kissed me.
It was the last thing I expected. I kissed her back passionately. I instantly forgot everything we'd fought about and just wanted to be with her. She was warm in my arms and the world stopped spinning.
We kissed for a minute before she pushed me away. I panicked for a moment, worried that she was having second thoughts. But she pushed me firmly on to my back. She ran her hand down my chest, undid the fly of my pants and grasped my cock. I was instantly rock hard. Anne sat up beside me, pulled my pants down, and started to stroke me.
In the flurry of activity I had completely forgotten about Lindsay until she snuggled up, on the opposite side to Anne, and started to kiss me. I was hesitant, I didn't want jeopardize whatever was happening with Anne, but Anne just smiled. I melted into Lindsay's kiss. We made out as Anne slowly jacked me off.
Lindsay broke away from the kiss and helped me pull off my shirt. She and Anne undressed at the same time. Lindsay's breasts were large and soft, a marked contrast to Anne's, which were high and firm. Lindsay's pubic hair was wild and bushy while Anne always kept hers shaved into a tight little landing strip. The differences between the two women was exciting.
I lay back an on the floor and Lindsay slowly kissed her way down my chest. When she reached my cock Anne stopped stroking me. She gently caressed Lindsay's face as she kissed the length on my shaft. Anne lay down beside me and together they kissed and licked my cock. Finally Anne entangled her tongue with Lindsay and then started to kiss her passionately.
I had been with Anne for a very long time and I've known that she was bisexual for most of that time. But she had little chance to explore that side of herself. She kissed Lindsay with unbridled enthusiasm.
Anne broke away and looked at me with a huge smile. Lindsay grabbed my cock at the base and started licking again. Anne lowered her mouth over the head of my cock and took me in deeply. The sensation of the two women, after having just watched them kiss, was too much. It pushed me over the edge and my cock began to twitch. Lindsay pulled back, but Anne sucked at me all the harder. Lindsay pulled Anne's hair back and angled herself so that she could watch my cock disappear into Anne's mouth.
"Will you swallow his cum?" Lindsay asked. Anne nodded. She always swallowed.
"I've heard that it's good for your complexion." Lindsay commented. It was the last thing I remember clearly before I exploded into Anne's mouth. I came hard, pushing into her throat. It was an amazing release. I fell back to the carpet.
Anne sat back on her heels and swallowed, Lindsay watching her closely. When Anne recovered she leaned over and practically attacked Lindsay, pushing into her lips and almost devouring her.
The two women made out while I watched. I was quickly forgotten. They were passionately in to each other, with their hands roaming at will across their bodies. Anne kissed down Lindsay’s chin, then her neck. Finally she leaned into Lindsay large breasts. One of the greatest memories of my life is looking up at the two women while Anne suckled at Lindsay's nipples and Lindsay held on to the back of Anne's head.
Anne pushed Lindsay back until she slid to the floor. Anne kissed her way slowly downwards and I rolled over to watch. First she kissed the top of Lindsay’s ribcage, then licked down her belly, then kissed the top of her thighs. Lindsay's eyes were closed tightly and her hand were clenched into fists. Her body was as rigid as board. When Anne kissed the top of her pussy Lindsay's eyes flew open. Her legs closed tightly, pushing Anne away. Then she sighed and opened her legs wide, inviting Anne in.
Anne took her time, wanting to see everything, to explore everything. She spread Lindsay's lips and watched as the girl’s muscles clenched. She slowly ran her fingers up and down Lindsay's cleft, getting her wetter and wetter. She stopped occasionally to play with Lindsay's clit, but moved on whenever Lindsay's hips began to buck. Finally Anne lowered her face towards her friend’s pussy. She slowly licked the girl, tasting her with delight. She moved her tongue everywhere. Outer and inner lips, along her clit, then deep into her vagina. Lindsay moved her hand to Anne's head, pulling her in. Then her hands moved around and she pulled her pussy open, as wide as she could go, inviting Anne to lick everything.
Finally Anne circled around Lindsay's clit, small and smaller circles until Lindsay was bucking again Anne's face. Her body became tense, her hips lifted off the ground. She clutched frantically at Anne's hair, pulling her in. Then she exploded. Her shout seemed to echo in the room, her thighs convulsed and she pushed upward even higher. Her orgasm was a thing of beauty. She fell back to the floor. Anne grinned at me. She came over and kissed me, tasting of Lindsay. She was delicious.
Lindsay reached over weakly and ran her hands down my side. Anne look over and noticed. She urged me towards Lindsay and I began to kiss her. She responded enthusiastically. I climbed above her.
And then something happened. Lindsay panicked. She pushed her hands against my chest and said no. I backed off. She shook her head and repeated no. She gathered her clothes and ran out of the room. The guys they had been flirting with were still there. They had listened to the whole thing and applauded as a naked Lindsay ran passed them.
Anne and I were baffled. We got dressed, cleaned up and followed after Lindsay. We found her alone downstairs. She had gotten dressed. She looked up sadly as we came in.
"I'm sorry guys. I didn't mean to ruin it." We assured her that she hadn't ruined anything. We just wanted to be sure she was OK. She hesitated then told us what was going on. She was straight. A hundred percent completely straight. She'd never anticipated being with a woman, and certainly never expected to have such an earth shattering orgasm with one. When I lay on her the contrast shocked her, made her realize what had happened and she panicked. That's why she ran. She repeated that she was sorry.
We assured her that there was nothing to be sorry for. We wanted her to be happy and would never intentionally push her to do something she didn't want to do. Now it was Anne's turn to apologize, but Lindsay cut her off quickly.
"Never apologize for it. It was amazing and I loved every second. It's just not for me." She pulled Anne in for a hug. After a heartbeat they both reached out to me and the three of us hugged tightly together.
[The Chronology of Anne](https://old.reddit.com/user/LordUnderTheMountain/comments/10hbtpd/the_chronology_of_anne/)
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[s/M] How it continued with my Mum.
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Was gonna wait to post this but it seems people want part 2... and you've got to give the people what they want
So after the first time of Mum giving me a HJ and making me cum, this continued for the coming 6 weeks of my recovery... every couple of days I'd say I need help and she'd just take my bottoms down and do it... we hardly said a word whilst doing it and tbh that just added to the atmosphere.
But alas I recovered, had full motion of my arms, wrists and hands. Couple of days went past and I decided I need to say something, i plucked up the courage and said "Thanks so much for helping me out like that, I feel bad tho, so if u ever want me to repay the favour then I'm down." Literally on the spot she took me up on the offer. She layed back on the sofa and I took her leggings off, started kissing all down her thighs, teasing her for as long as I could stand it myself. Until finally I started locking her clit slowly but with a lot of pressure, while using my middle 2 fingers to stimulate her inside. After about 8 mins or so she'd cum all on my fingers. I couldn't help but pull them out and taste them.
"Get up here and fuck the life out of me." I'll.never forget her saying that. She didn't need to ask me twice...
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Working in Real Estate part 8 [M35/F30/F34] [long] [oral] [penetration] [fiction]
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The next morning, me and Jennifer woke up, snuggling in bed together, later then we had wanted to wake up. We quickly showered together, got dressed, and ran down to the elevator, meeting Kayli and Tara in the hotels lobby. While the real estate conference that we were attending was at the hotel we were staying at, we had decided the night before to get some breakfast at a nearby diner, and sat of for it as Tara asked, "so, how late were you two up last night?"
Me and Jennifer laughed before I said, "was it one? Or one thirty?" Jennifer said she couldn't remember, before Tara said, "I fell asleep at 11 but could still hear the bed rocking." Kayli, taking my hand in hers, said, "I finally had to get myself off around midnight listening to you two moaning."
I looked at them and said, "y'all should have just came and joined us," causing Kayli to laugh as she said, "the thought did cross my mind."
The rest of the morning was spent running around the conference, the girls meeting and making new connections in their industry. While I did learn some things, I found it mostly boring. But, I perked up when I received a text from Kayli that said, "help! Guy I'm talking to won't stop flirting with me, come save me!" Along with her location.
I quickly found her, some guy towering over her 5 foot frame, with Kayli trying to keep her back to him. I walked up, grabbed Kayli's arm, turning her towards the elevators, and said, "walk that way, I'll catch up in a second." Kayli took off as the guy said, "who are you?" I told him, "I'm the guy you wish you were, because I get what you can only dream about." When he said huh, I said, "let's just say, by the time you figure it out, I'm going to have her bent over her bed, fucking her lights out."
I turned to catch up with Kayli, wrapping my arm around her waist, my hand resting on her ass and giving it a little squeeze as she said, "I can't tell if he's pissed or confused. What did you say to him?"
I leaned down to whisper in her ear, "I told him I'm taking you upstairs, bending you over, and fucking you raw."
Kayli blushed before reaching up, kissing my cheek, and said, "my hero."
Once we reached Kayli's room, after a brief make out session in the elevator, I wasted no time in stripping off her shirt, bra, leggings, and panties, my hands running all over her body, my mouth sucking and licking her nipples, my fingers rubbing her pussy as I turned her on. When she was wet enough to slip a finger inside, I took off my pants, my hard cock coming free, as Kayli wrapped her hand around her, jacking me off as I fingered her.
I walked us towards the bed, turning Kayli around, and pushing her onto the bed, her feet still on the floor. I spread her legs as I stepped behind her, positioned my cock at her entrance, and pushed inside as Kayli moaned into a pillow she had grabbed. I had a hold of her hips as I thrusted in and out of her, my balls slapping against her. I raised my hand up, bringing it down sharply on her butt cheeks, causing Kayli to gulp and moan. After I spanked her ass a few more times, leaving my hand print on her right cheek, I said, "hey, Kayli, what do you think that guy would do if we walked down there and you should him your ass, with my hand print on it?"
She moaned deeper as I pounded into her. "Actually," I said, "I should cover your face with my cum, then send you down there to find him."
"Oh God!" Kayli moaned as she orgasmed, sending shockwaves throughout her body. As she arched up off the bed, I reached up, grabbing her black hair that was in a pony tail, and yanked back on it, as I jackhammered my cock in and out of her, faster and faster, and harder and harder until I felt my self building up, pushed in deep, and came inside Kayli, filling her pussy with my cum. I let go of her hair, as she fell back on the bed, pumping the last little bit out of me and into her.
As I stood up from her, she grabbed her phone that had been going off, and said, "shit, I was supposed to meet up with Tara five minutes ago. We gotta go!" We quickly got dressed, running to the elevator.
We found Tara a short time later, sitting in a conference room, listening to some lady drone on about raising interest rates. Tara asked where we were, a knowing look in her face. Kayli just said, "upstairs." I grabbed Tara's thigh as I sat next to her, leaning over to whisper in her ear, "its your turn tonight." She surprised me when she whispered back, "damn right, just wait until you see what I have planned for you."
That night, after we ate dinner as a group, I was told to grab my stuff from Jennifer's room, and wait for Tara to tell me it was OK to come to her room. While I waited, I asked Jennifer if she knew what Tara had in store for me, but she played it off, like she had no idea. Taking Jennifer in my arms, I playfully kissed her neck, begging her to tell me when there was a knock at the door. I opened it up to see Kayli, who handed me a room key to Tara's room and said, "have fun tonight. See you in the morning," while licking her lips.
I watched as Kayli walked to her room, shaking her ass at me, then turned to Jennifer and said, "was she just licking cum off her face?" Jennifer shrugged her shoulders, pushed me out of the room, and said, "see you tomorrow!"
I walked over to Tara's room, quickly opened the door and walked in. Walking the short hall way from the door to the bedroom, I saw Tara, laying on her bed, spread eagle, her arms tied above her head to the bed, her legs spread open and tied to the base of the bed, and naked. She smiled at me and said, "I'm all yours. Kayli got me all ready for you."
I dropped my bag on the floor in shock and said, "was she just in here?" Being interrupted by Tara who said, "eating me out? I'm surprised you didn't hear me moan when I came."
As I stripped off my clothes, I said, "I was not expecting this." Tara, looking at my semi-hard cock, said, "it was Kayli's idea. We actually all came up with ideas for this weekend for each other. The double blowjob in the car was Jennifer's idea. This was Kayli's." I asked her, "what is your idea?" But she just smiled and said, "you have to wait. Come fuck me now."
Taking my cock in my hand as I climbed on the bed, I said, "I'm going to do more then just fuck you."
With Tara's six foot tall, skinny, fit and toned body, her A cup breasts with beautiful nipples, her pussy wet, under me, I scooted over her until I was kneeling in front of her face. I asked her, "you ever been tied up before?" She said, "been handcuffed and fucked before, but nothing like this." I grabbed her head in my hands and said, "open," as I pressed the tip of my cock against her lips. I grew to my full six inch length and thickness as I slide past her lips, over her tongue, and down her throat.
I held her head in place as I started to buck my hips back and forth, my cock sliding in and out of her mouth. With her gagging on my cock, I kept pushing deeper and deeper, holding her in place. I pulled out for a second, and asked, as I held my wet cock on her cheek, "you OK to keep going?" She looked at me and said, "yes." I quickly went back into her mouth, thrusting my hips faster and harder until my legs started to cramp up.
I laid down on Tara, my cock sliding itself into her wet and waiting pussy. I started to rock my body, fucking her slowly as I kissed her neck, her chest, her breasts, licking her nipples before sucking them into my mouth. I pushed myself up, fucking her harder and faster as she moaned beneath me, her eyes closed, pleasure filling her body. I asked her, "you like this?" She opened her eyes and said, "fuck yes, but I want to touch you so bad." I said, "later. For now, you're mine. And I'm going to cover you with my cum." She moaned out, "do it," as I bucked my hips faster and harder, making the bed shake, hitting it against the wall.
"Oh fuck," I started to moan out as I pulled out of her pussy. I kneeled on the bed, still leaning over Tara, grabbed my cock, and started to pump with my hand as rope after rope of cum shot out, landing on her face, her tits, and her stomach.
I grabbed my phone and took a picture of her, sending it off to Kayli and Jennifer. I then said, "so, should I leave you tied up the rest of the night? Or let you go?"
Tara said, "as much as I like being covered in your cum, I also would be OK to be untied, so I can ride you when you're ready again."
I untied Tara from the bed, handing her a towel to get the cum off her. She asked me, "so, how long until you're ready again?" I said, "it depends. How fast do you want it? Usually when I'm with Kayli or Jennifer, if they stay naked, I'm usually ready to go again pretty quick."
I watched as Tara reached into her bag, pulled out a pink thong, and slipped it up her long, tan, toned legs. She then pulled out a pink, see-through teddy, and pulled it over her head. She pulled her strawberry blonde hair back into a ponytail, using an elastic she found in her bag to tie it. She she was done, she walked towards me, sitting on the bed, and said, "what if I dress like this? And put on a show for you? Oh, and if you checked your phone, something on there might help you too."
I grabbed my phone, saw a few missed messages from Kayli, and went to open them up as Tara climbed onto the bed. The first was a picture of Kayli and Jennifer, laying in Kayli's hotel bed, completely naked, their lips touching as they kissed. The picture was just naked down enough that I could see their breasts touching. Tara put her legs on either side of me, lowering her groin down on mine as I looked at the second message.
It was video, starting by showing Kayli's face, her eyes rolled back, small moans escaping her mouth. She flipped the camera around, panning down her naked body, over her naked breasts, until I could see Jennifer, laying between Kayli's legs, licking at Kayli's shaved pussy. Jennifer had her knees on the bed, her ass up, making eye contact with the phone as she ate Kayli out.
Tara started to kiss around my neck, sucking on my ear lobe, her lace covered body rubbing against mine. Her hands rubbing my chest and my stomach, she breathed in my ear how good I made her feel, how much she wanted me, how much I stretched her out.
The third message was also a video, taken by Jennifer this time. It showed Kayli, laying on Jennifer's side, sucking on Jennifer's nipples. It panned down to show Kayli sliding a dildo in and out of Jennifer's shaved pussy, over and over. Before the video ended, Jennifer moaned out, "oh fuck, I'm coming!" Her body shaking as Kayli giggled before Jennifer ending the video.
I sat my phone down, wrapping my arms around Tara as I said, "fuck, that's hot." Tara, still kissing and rubbing all over me, said, "we thought you would like that. And from what I can feel is growing between your legs, we were right." Tara was right, I was starting to grow hard again. I leaned forward, pulling Tara's teddy down enough to expose her nipples as our groins rocked back and forth together. I placed my hand on her left breast, covering it completely, and started to squeeze it over and over. With her right breast, I kissed around the nipple, sticking my tongue out to flick it, before sucking it into my mouth. Tara started to rub her fingers over my head as I switch my mouth and hand, repeating the same process.
I reached down to the bottom of her teddy, pulling it up and over her head, momentarily stopping my playing with her breasts. As I continued licking and sucking her nipples, Tara said, "fuck, you're so close. I want you in me so bad. What else can I do?" I told her, "suck my cock." Tara smiled as she slide down my body, until she was facing my semi-hard cock. She took it in her hands, pointing it straight up in the air, and starting to lick the underside of it. I told her, "suck on my balls." I watched as Tara softly sucked my balls, one by one, into her mouth, gently sucking on them, as her hand started to jack me off. When I was almost fully grown, I said, "now, use your mouth on my shaft." Tara spit my balls out, lined up her mouth at the tip of my cock, opened up wide, and slide my cock deep into her mouth. She held herself in place, running her tongue in her mouth up and down my shaft.
Tara started to bob her head up and down my cock, taking me down her throat before going back up to my tip. As I finished growing to my full six inches in Tara's mouth, I told her, "get your panties off and ride me." She eagerly licked my shaft and tip one last time before standing up enough on the bed to slip her panties off, tossing them to the ground, grabbed onto my cock, pointed it straight up, and lowered herself down on it. We both moaned together as Tara, placing her hands on my chest, started to rock her hips back and forth, causing my cock to slide in and out of her.
I grabbed onto the fit girls hips, and started to bounce her up and down, Tara moaning as my thick cock stretched her out. I moved my hands around to her ass, squeezing her cheeks as Tara leaned down over me, her hands going to the bed next to my head, and started to furiously kiss me as her hips continued to bounce, my hips thrusting up to fuck her deeper. I spanked her ass, then moved my hands up her back, wrapping them together and pulling her down on me, her nipples grazing my chest as she rode me. Breaking our kiss, our mouth went by my ear, moaning in it, as I took over, holding her in place as I furiously bucked my hips up and down, jackhammering my cock in and out of her.
"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck! Yes! Oh my God! Fuck!" Tara screamed out as she came, covering my cock with her juices. "Keep going...don't stop...fuck me harder!" Tara moaned out as she tried to catch her breath. I rolled us over, briefly slipping out of her, sliding myself back into as I grabbed her hands, holding them above her head, slamming my cock into her wet pussy over and over and over. I adjusted again, letting go of her hands, pushing myself up to kneel in front of her, grabbed her legs, and put them on my shoulders, slamming into her harder and harder as she moaned and came again.
I released her legs, falling on top of her as I continued to slide in and out, Tara moaning and rocking her body under me. When she wrapped her legs around me and whispered in my ear, "fuck, fill me with your cum, I need it," I pushed as deep as my thick cock would go in her tight pussy, and started cumming inside her, her pussy clinching around my cock, milking out all my cum.
When I was finished, I roll off Tara as we caught our breath. Leaning over to kiss me, Tara said, "so, when will you be ready again?"
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[F/D][M/S][S/S][S/B]I started having sex with my dad three years ago
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We are NOT an "incest friendly family." We were not raised in this. I imagine it would be the same situation if a group of friends with benefits all lived in one house.
For the sake of anonymity I'm not going to put everyone's specific age. But I am the youngest in my family and I am 27. Obviously everything that happened started when we were all 18+. I have two sisters and three brothers. One of my sister's and two of my brothers are married. And yes, we all live in the same estate. Both my parents are independently well off. I had a very normal upbringing. I went to school and did average things. During high school and until maybe a year before our family sexual relationship started, my parents had issues. They would argue a lot and even separated and lived in different houses
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Eventually they got back together and started rekindling their love for each other. I wasn't aware of this when I saw them get back together but now that I am fully involved in their sex life, I know. They saw a therapist, saw a sex therapist. They experimented with each other's kinks. They attended orgies and swinging events together. All of this got them back in sync with each other and I think today they are more in love than they have ever been.
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I apologize if this post is long but there is a lot of ground to cover. I can only speak for my experience and what I got from conversations with other family members. We weren't all living together at the time. I was living in my own apartment. My brothers were living with their wives. My sister was living with her boyfriend(now husband) and my other sister was living alone as well. I got into a really bad slump with my depression and mental health and decided to move back in with my parents. And it just naturally started with me and my dad. I guess as natural as incest could be. It's normal to me now but at the time I was freaking out over it. I can't explain because there was nothing really special or different about it. I was looking at my dad and he was looking at me. We'd flirt with each other and my mom was even picking up on it. She would make comments like "are you flirting with my husband?" and laugh. It just developed into more. Dad would walk by and grab my ass. I was having weird/strong feelings toward him. Not like boyfriend/girlfriend feelings. I still looked at him like a dad but I just was into whatever was happening. It got more apparent over time and when I was alone with my mom I asked her if she was okay with this. That was when she told me about their kind "sexual awakening" and how they are more than okay with this. Her and I had a long discussion. We directly walked about the incest topic. She said she has an incest kink so she'd been enjoying the sexual chemistry between us. I am bi but my mom is straight(sadly) but this conversation made me want to do some things with her. It's never happened and I don't push for it.
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The first time with my dad happened and it was great. It was all very professional like we set a date for it. My mom gave me a massage and oiled me up before. My mom isn't into girls but she is VERY into watching me sleep with my dad. The sex was great and it just became a thing we did for a couple of months. We did all the things two people in a sexual relationship would do. Kiss, oral sex, sex, cuddle, and flirt. It was honestly the happiest "relationship" I'd ever been in. I never felt like I was just being fucked for my body and looks. I always felt good and appreciated. I still feel that way but it was evolved since then.
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This post probably feels long but rushed at the same time. I have a lot of ground to cover and I'm abridging like crazy. A couple of months later I put something meant for just my dad in the family GC. And it wasn't just a nude. When we'd have sex I would sometimes set my phone up and record clips of us in the act just to watch later. I was really geeked at the time and would constantly in my head go "wow I'm fucking my dad I'm fucking my dad." And I would watch it and feel overwhelmed by seeing myself actually fucking my dad. I would touch myself and it was just such a good taboo feeling. One of those clips got in the family gc and it sparked immediate questions. We had a family talk at home. I was kind of looked at like a "victim" for a while even thought it wasn't like that. It was just super awkward for months. My brothers and sisters would talk to me like they were talking to a victim. And I didn't want to sound weird and bring it up. When I told them what was happening they tried to wrap their head around it but it took a bit for them to come around. I wanted to normalize it and just be a normal family again like before. I sleep with dad, so what? We can still grill and go fishing and do whatever we did before. I told them all the time that if it makes them uncomfortable we would never have to talk about it. We didn't show PDA around them but eventually conversations would always lead there. They'd ask me details and if I feel gross. To give them credit they never judged me for it.
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This next part would take wayyy too long to explain but over the next few months everyone got on board with it. I think the discussion about it. It just started happening. My brother started sleeping with my mom. I started sleeping with my sister. My other sister started sleeping with dad too. Etc etc. None of it was done behind anyone's back and it felt natural and loving. A year ago my parents bought a large estate and we all moved in together. But I've been fucking my brothers and sisters for longer than that. It doesn't feel like incest is the driving factor here. Because I feel just as satisfied fucking my sister's husband. It just feels like a nice safe place to experience good healthy sex. And I say Healthy because it is healthy. My dating life has greatly improved ever since I started sleeping with my dad consistently. I don't have anymore moments of weakness where I will put up with shitty guys or bad male behavior. I don't see dating as like doing it because I am desperate for love and affection anymore. I date guys or girls because I want to date them. It has honestly raised my standards. If a guy isn't treating me right or seems off then I am fine. I have all the sex and affection I need from my whole family
We all live on one estate and it's great. We are all in a sexual relationship with each other so it feels like I know them all on a deeper level. I always knew my siblings well but the conversations you have after eating your sister's pussy and cuddling all night are just different. It's like I know different sides of them. I have been just walking down the hall and my brother asks for a bj so I get on my knees and do it for him. It's just a very kind, free, and loving environment.
To answer the next logical question I assume you'd have, no we don't have orgies. I've never been into orgies and group sex. I don't want a penis in all my holes at once. I love sleeping with all of them one at a time. I mean I have been in the room while others were having sex or we have had sex in the same room while others were having sex. But never a full orgy. The closest to "orgy" activity would be like if I am laying on my dad's lap and one of my sisters starts sucking him off or fucking him.
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I'm currently with a guy actually and he is aware of my lifestyle and accepts it. I'm not expecting him to start fucking my sisters but if it gets there, it gets there. Everyone has their own way and we all respect boundaries. I would LOVE to bang my mom but she isn't into girls. Most she does is kiss me on the lips sometimes or push on my hips while I'm sleeping with someone else.
I felt like I should share here. I will never share photos of any kind. I'm glad there is a community for people like us.
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[Cm/Cm] My cousin jorge. PT 4 +18 with the house all to ourselves.
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He hadn't even finished telling me he was gonna keep on fucking, when i got close to his ear and said to him. Don't the threaten me with a good time! Not wasting any time jorge started licking my neck, behind my ears and last but not least chest, all while he still finger fucked my still tender ass. I dropped the blanket and stood naked, Jorge was all hands, groping my testicles, buttcheeks and biting my niples, i was starting to get an erection when he just stopped, just like that and walked out. That mother fucker! Next day, we went to the arcades and it was packed and were there most of the afternoon and evening. He would pass next to me and grab my ass, at first since i didn't know what was going on, he caught me off guard. I would turn around and there he was grinning. The ambiance, noise and of course urge got me all worked up and i know he was too, he asked me that if given the chance, i would be up to mess around in a place like this? I said no, but in reality i would have done it right then and there given the circumstances, he then proceeded to call me a pussy. I was like, really? Well fuck you too... And went back home, he went after me a few minutes later, i got home and surprise surprise, grandma had gone to church and i was like, i hope jorge gets here fast, i went in the shower really quick, got out went in my room, i heard him go in the rest room then come out, he went straight to my room and knocked, i tried to play it like i was upset, what do you want i said, he was like, hey im sorry didn't mean to make you mad, it's OK i replied, what are you doing? He asked, by then i was so nervous, i was like nothing, can i come in? Asked jorge, what do you want? I replied. To make it up to you! In a tone that i knew what he meant. It's open i said, he walked in and i was sitting in my bed with just a towel around my waist, i was waiting for you, what took you this long? Jorge then said, i had to go wash my cock because i know how much you like to suck it. He was right, i then told him, ok and why are you still standing in the doorway? Make sure to lock it, as he was getting closer i instinctively got on my knees pulled his zipper down dug inside his pants and pulled out jorge's penis wich grew more and more with every move i did, first i held it with one hand and gave it small jerks i then got closer, enough to caress it with my lips, used my tongue and licked it all, it still tasted a little bit like soap but his smell was making me all dizzy. He then asked me if i was ready, with no answer i just stared sucking him, i worked myself as far as i could and he never tried to be to rough, not that i would have minded. He stopped me and said my turn, he then helped me get up and pushed me on to the bed i was still wearing the towel he knelt down lifted my legs and just started sucking me, one sloppy blowjob drool all over the place my balls wet and it was going down my asshole wich he now started caressing and once again penetrating with his finger, at first it kinda hurt but with all the saliva that didn't last long, i held my legs up to let jorge have his way, i moaned and it didn't mattered, we were alone. I started squirming i was at my limit and then i just exploded in his mouth instead of bobbing up and down he just finished me by jerking me off. Jorge was quiet as he stood up, i didn't know what to make out of it, he then proceeded to take off his pants and underwear his cock still hard bigger than earlier, my legs still spreaded, grabbing his dick by the base he started to slap mine then my balls and my asshole, pulled up his hand and spat on it, rubbed it on his throbbing member and my butthole, it then came to me, that's my cum! With my asshole ready to be penetrated my cousin proceeded enter me. He started slow, little by little i couldn't help but to move myself to assist him so he can pound me like a bitch in heat, jorge then told me, it's already half way in can i now fuck the shit out of you? What's taking you so long? I replied. Without mercy jorge went all the way in, making me moan like a slut, he would go almost all the way out and just drive it in just pumping in and out of me, he spat to keep it lubricated and continued to fuck me silly. With his cock still inside me he switched me to the side and continued enter me gripping my buttcheeks and waist to keep pulling me to him so he could just push me back, we then did it doggie style and i once again loved it. Every so often he would reach around to play with my dick or squeeze my chest, but the highlight was when he would spank me, i kidd you not, if jorge would have kept spanking my ass while he fucked me i would've came, but he said he wanted to see my face when he came on me, so once again i was on my back but my legs were on his shoulders as he just ravaged my hole and suddenly i Just came... again. Jorge moaned as he saw my dick spraying watery cum, he pushed my legs off his shoulders pulled out and started cumming the first and biggest load landed on my face this was all new to me, so i instinctively closed my mouth when i shouldn't have, the next one landed on my lips and neck and i guess just to finish off he came on my dick. While whipping off what landed on my face and using it to rub our dicks together. He got up got dressed and left to go shower, i thought to myself, maybe i should go with him there's still time.
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Wonders of Gaslighting 4 (MMM/F 30+/50+ NC, Mind Control, BDSM, Humiliation, prostitution, Superheroine)
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Wonderland Birthday Present
Diana (Wonder Woman) POV
Diana didn’t know what it was. She had hated coming to Wonderland before. She had an informant named G who admitted to once having served Maxwell Lord. Even the Justice League had been fooled by that rogue telepath into thinking he was a good guy, so Diana tried not to hold it against him, any more than G held it against her that she killed Maxwell Lord. G had given her insight into what was going on in organized crime. She had been able to save thousands of lives by getting fentanyl off the streets, cutting the cities overdose deaths from something that looked like a bad day in the war Afghanistan or Iraq, to a statistical oddity. Then he began to help her root out the human trafficers, the child pornographers. With his information she reached places and stopped evils that the Justice League and even Batman couldn’t. He somehow did it without violence. He did it simply through his club Wonderland.
She should have hated going there. It was a strip club. A club where women took off their clothes for money. A club that objectified women, in which women visibly enjoyed being objectified and degraded for the pleasure of men. Yet, every day she could not wait to come back here and tell G the wonderful things she had done with his information, to get his approval, to please him. Oh god how she wanted to please him. He took no reward. He took no fame, he had made her promise not to tell anyone of his aid. Yet she saw both police and high profile criminals come into this club, all eager to earn G’s favour, not one of them ever mentioning that they had seen her there. Seen Wonder Woman sitting with G in his private booth.
Diana grew wet, her breath coming faster. They didn’t mention the other thing. G explained it as the sort of thing that football players, and baseball players did to congratulate team mates on their success. Indeed he pointed to the TV running between the dancing stages to show men slapping each other on the ass as they rounded the bases after a home run, or made a good catch or tackle. The first time he had smacked her on the ass she turned ready to break his arm, until he reminded her that she loved it when he spanked her.
Now, every time she stopped a super villain, or freed some exploited underage sex workers from slavers, she rushed to the club to get him to give her that spank of approval.
Soon it became a game. He would tease her, fake a swing a few times until she stuck out her star spangled bum and begged him to spank her. It drew a crowd, all the men of the club would gather around to see her beg to get spanked by G. She would have never guessed this wouldn’t bother her, but G reminded her that she loved when men watched her please him. That helped make it clear in her mind. The next time he reminded her how turned on she got by pleasing him. Honestly, he didn’t really have to remind her, she knew that one already, but once he said it, she could admit it. It was a week later that he finally gave in and began to give her a spank per girl she rescued, a spank per bad guy she captured. That was when the trouble started.
G reminded her how much being spanked by men turned her on. Now, it was all she could do to finish her business and get out of sight to drop her fingers down her star spangled bootie shorts to frig her Amazonian goddess gift until she came so hard she had to fly home because she couldn’t walk. It had been days since she was able to go farther than the next roof over before dropping her panties and diving fingers into herself, even tearing her top off to suck on her own nipples thinking about being spanked by G in front of all those cops, criminals, and business leaders. It was okay. Everything about wonderland was safe. G reminded her of that. G was always good at reminding her of things she had always known were true but sometimes forgotten.
G had sent her a message, he was skipping out a birthday party set for him by the Chamber of Commerce because he had some hot information about a new plan by Cyborgirl to take delivery of a shipment of trafficked girls, some of Maxwell Lord’s mind control and conditioning hardware and programs, and her own cyber enhancement knowledge stolen from Star Labs to make a little mind controlled kill squad of enhanced and enslaved girls. Diana had to stop Cyborgirl from getting her hands on those girls and she had to make sure that mind controlled tech never reached her hands, or Wonder Woman would have the blood of countless innocents on her hands as Cyborgirl continued her pointless vendetta through mind controlled pawns. She would do anything for that information.
Gaslighter POV
Happy Birthday to me. Happy Birthday to me. Happy Birthday dear Gaslighter now Wonder Whore will be! I laughed as I sang to myself. Today was the day. The day I got my revenge. Well, the first, most delicious taste of it. Today was the day that Wonder Woman, the Defender of All Women, the living goddess, begged to whore for me. She didn’t know it yet, but I did.
I had been Maxwell Lord’s apprentice. To become his apprentice, I accepted his training seal upon my powers. Sure it later turned out he was siphoning off most of it for himself, but since I was getting trained by him in return, I can’t really complain. I don’t know for sure if he ever would have released me as promised, nor if there weren’t some other little compulsions he buried in there. I choose to accept my mentor’s benevolence, since when Wonder Woman snapped his neck like a Thanksgiving turkey, my hope of having the lock on my powers removed died. She emasculated me. She gelded my godlike potential. She broke me and didn’t even notice.
Now all I could do was make one suggestion every ten minutes. Five if I pushed it and didn’t worry about possible nose bleeds and potential brain bleeds, but ten was safest. Ah but Maxwell’s training wasn’t a joke. He took my power away so I would learn to be subtle. Where his power, and what should have been mine, could reach out and make Superman my puppet, all I could do was make a single suggestion. His attacks were like a taser to the brain, disrupting it, shattering all coherent thought and forcing your own to replace it. It was brute force, it was noticeable. Hell, it was so obvious the muscle heads of the League spotted it and they usually needed someone to send up the Bat signal or nuke the Daily Planet. Maxwell Lord was a two handed sledge hammer to the skull, I was the finest thin needle inserted into the very deepest part of the brain, injecting one little suggestion so deep inside that whoever I implanted it in would accept it unquestioningly.
Not much right? I wasn’t a mind devouring titan, I wasn’t going to stand in the middle of the city and scream “Kneel before me!” and expect anything but arrest under the mental health act. No, I was just a gaslighter. Just a maker of nasty little suggestions that got down deep inside you and got accepted as unquestioning truth. Given time and exposure, I could layer them on top of each other.
The funny thing about strong intelligent people is that they will find a way to make it make sense. They will make the connections between the accepted truths (that I supplied) and use it to restructure their own beliefs to remove any inconsistencies. Layer enough of them, and the mind will begin to extrapolate. After all, a truly intelligent person will not simply accept a thing is true without extending what they know and trust absolutely to derive what should naturally follow. They reprogram themselves after a while. When I suggest how something makes them feel good, or makes them feel safe, makes them feel scared, makes them feel excited, their own brains start to supply the stimulus to reward their behaviour changes. The strong ones have the willpower to push the farthest, after all, they know its right, they will follow it to the end. Heroes are the strongest of all, and Wonder Woman is the strongest even among them.
Victor Treblinka was in the club, with a dozen of his hardcases. He ran the smuggling on the docks. He worked for every outfit that needed something moved on the quiet through the docks. Not one of the supervillains or major crime lords wanted to go up against him, because he was the only one to keep their goods moving beneath the notice of the superheroes and government spooks. He was a little pissed that two of his brothers were doing federal time right now, as Wonder Woman had taken one down for running dirty drugs, and fed the second to Batman for the Gotham end of the pipeline. He was willing to pay any price to get a bit of his own back on Wonder Woman. I set a price. He didn’t believe me, but he brought the bonds and securities just in case.
Happy Birthday to me, time for my present to unwrap itself. The door just buzzed me. Wonder Woman was here. The Star of Wonderland was about to go on the main stage.
She came into the club, and it had changed. As I layered the suggestions in her brain, I changed the club bit by bit, to adjust her new normal. Where once she passed a proud senior executive woman stripping on stage, lording it over her minions like a queen teasing her toys, now that same woman was finishing a lap dance by getting her nipples gnawed on by her flunkies, her tushy spanked red and tight holes fingered as they stuffed small bills in her garters. Where once she passed policewomen and police men chatting idly at the tables watching the sports screens between the stages, now she saw police women in uniform being brought into the club and then going up on stage to strip for the male cops and half the same perps they booked during the last shift.
She “KNEW” Wonderland was a safe place for women to express their true needs, where a strong woman was free to show her soft side. After months of suggestions I had trained these worthy women, everyone from DA’s to detectives, CEO’s to Grammy nominee singers that what they really wanted more than anything was to please men on the stage, and if they were lucky, for special dances in the back room, usually performed on their knees or back. Wonder Woman passed all of this with a smile, and smiled fondly when men would spank her ass as she passed, each time looking at me to see my approval.
She blushed like a virgin in a whorehouse, which was oddly appropriate, for the moment. She was excited, almost bouncing as she came over.
“I am so sorry that you had to miss your birthday party for this G, I know helping me has cost you so much. I just wish there was something I could do for you. Anything I could do for you to make it right.” Wonder Woman was regal, even now. A Queen among the commoners, a goddess among mortals, lowering her purity to be sullied by my hand as I took her hands in mine and wrapped her lasso of truth around my own hands.
“Having you here today is worth more to me than a thousand honours from the Chamber of Commerce, the Governor, or even the President. I know where we can get the information to stop Cyborgirl from hurting all those girls, and endangering your life, but the man who can help want’s something I can’t give him. Something only you can give him.”
I unwrapped the lasso from my arm, which is what I always did when I was done giving her the information she used to save people. Everything I said to that point was true. You can’t lie to the lasso, so I used my power on myself to make sure I never tried. I can’t lie to Wonder Woman at all. That is what makes the game a fair fight. It will be my mind against hers. I will own her, mind, body, and soul, where my dear departed master, Maxwell Lord, could not.
I looked away. “I am sorry. If I wasn’t too embarrassed to ask, then you could get the information from him tonight. I mean, I couldn’t ask any of my girls to do it, because they might get hurt. You are bullet proof, heck, you punched out Superman. You wouldn’t be hurt at all, but it is too much to ask you to do just to save a few dozen girls you never met.” I turned to her and told her, “If I had a girl that was invulnerable as you, then I could get the information you need right now to save those girls.” Not a lie. Victor wanted Wonder Woman, if I gave him Wonder Woman on the main stage, I was getting five million cash, and both of us were getting our revenge. Wonder Woman would also get the information to save a bunch of girls and stop a cyborg with serious anger issues, because some stuff gives a bad name to crime, but that was more like the icing than the actual cake.
Wonder Woman was the cake.
She reached out a hand and touched my face gently. “What is it that you are afraid to ask me?”
It was time to run down all the suggestions I had given her so far, to key them in sequence so that the next one fit.
“You know you can trust me. You know that nothing that happens in Wonderland will ever get out. You know that you love to please me. You know that you like to excite men. You know how being spanked makes you excited. You know it takes a strong woman to admit she wants to be sexy. You know you are the strongest woman on earth.”
I smiled as she blushed, I mean right down to her breasts blushed. If that chest armour of hers wasn’t strong enough to stop a .50 sniper round, I bet her nipples would be sticking through it right now.
I grinned and offered her an aside. “You know today is my birthday, and I was going to suggest giving you my birthday bumps.” I smacked her ass. “Generally, it is the one having the birthday that gets the birthday bumps, but we both know both of us get more excited when you are the one being spanked. This would just be like you taking my birthday bumps for me, only in a way only a strong woman could do, only a strong courageous woman who was willing to do anything to save those poor innocent girls.”
Sure I was laying it on thick, and a few months ago, she wouldn’t have bought it, but right now I could smell how turned on she was. She was practically wiggling in the seat like a puppy trying to wag its tail.
“What do I need to do, G. I will do anything.” She asked me seriously.
I gestured to Victor, he and his goons came over.
“This is Victor. He knows where the girls and the tech is coming in, and he can give you what you need to stop them both. Victor has some tastes which are a little hard on mortal women. You see, he wants to give you the Birthday Bumps, but he wants to do it will bull whips, and cattle prods. Now they would hurt a normal woman, but they could no more hurt Wonder Woman than tickling with a feather.” I said.
I could see her thinking about it, the idea of being whipped for men’s pleasure was a natural outgrowth of her being turned on by being spanked by men. This wasn’t even really for her, this was for those poor suffering girls!
“I will do it!”
Victor looked at her slowly up and down.
“If this is real Wonder Woman, how do I know she won’t snap me in half for whipping her? I am paying you in good coin, and information that could get me killed, I am not looking to get hurt for playing the good guy for once.” Victor asked, his accent coming out under stress.
I assured him calmly. “Victor, if it will make you feel better, we can bind her arms above her head with her own lasso. Even she can’t break that.”
I took her to the main stage and bound her hands to the steel ring that hung down for some of the girls who liked to do silk rope arial work in their acts. I whispered in her ear the truth.
“The knot is in your hands, if you want to be free at any time, just tug the loop at your wrist and you will be free.” The trap wasn’t that she couldn’t be free, the trap was that the lasso compelled the truth.
Victor looked at her again, panting like a racehorse at the starting gate, legs trembling, face flushed, and he snered.
“How do I know she is real Wonder Woman. She looks more like Wonder Whore?” Victor sneered.
I walked to the stage and stroked Wonder Woman’s face, looked deep into her eyes and hit her with the strongest suggestion yet.
“If she is Wonder Woman, Defender of All Women, Princess of Themyscira, mightiest of all the Amazons, then she will stand unbowed, proudly with hands raised high, as you ply your whips and your cattle prods because she is the Goddess of Truth. Then to her you will give the information to stop Cyborgirl and save those smuggled girls. If she gets so turned on by being whipped and shamed by the hands of men that she can’t help but touch herself, that she can’t help but finger that hot little pussy, then I guess she is Wonder Whore and will need to find some other way to please you and your men to EARN that information and save those poor girls.”
I had to back away and sit down before I fell down. Putting that long a suggestion into her head was pushing my limits. Luckily, in her currently aroused state, she wasn’t thinking clearly enough to notice anything wrong.
Victor had a bull whip in his hand, as did two of his thugs, a few more had cattle prods, cruel sparks flashed from the tips as they dragged them over metal chair backs as they eyed her.
“So, miss Princess Wonder Woman Amazon slut. How old are you?” Victor asked as he cracked the whip behind her a few times, smiling as she danced away from it, even though they could have hosed her down with submachine guns and not hurt her. A whip worked on something other than the flesh though, a whip trained animals and slaves to obey.
“Over a hundred. I never really counted until I came to your world, before the first of your World Wars. Why do you ask.” Wonder woman asked, confused.
With a crack, he brought the whip down across her star spangled ass and she shrieked in shock.
“Because bitch, you get one ‘birthday bump’ per year. Now, don’t lose track or we have to start again.”
They played with her, sometimes striking her ass, sometimes tits, sometimes right on her virgin pussy, at least half the strikes were fake, cracking the air before or behind her to make her jump. They loved watching the proud look on her face dissolve into a mix of fear and lust as time and again she lost track of the number, and had to start over.
When she was starting to lunge towards the whip to take strikes not on her thigh but on her, visibly soaked star spangled spankies, Victor knew she was getting too turned on to think. That is when the cattle prods came out. First he jabbed one in her breast, right above the nipple, letting the gold and steel of her armour arc it across both her breasts. She arched her back and screamed “YES” at the top of her lungs.
Then Victor led her around, causing her to spin to face whichever man had the prod as whoever was left would whip her ass to distract her.
Prod to the pussy, whip, whip, faked whip, faked whip, prod to the breast. Whip, whip, whip, then a touch of the cattle prod to her pussy one last time when Wonder Woman lunged out, arching her back, desperate to finally climax with one more cruel shock, only to find Victor smirking and saying coldly.
“No. You want to cum Princess, go fuck yourself.” Victor laughed, throwing the shut off cattle prod aside, as each of his men tossed down their prods and whips, and each of them stroked their hardening cocks through their pants.
She had been edged for hours on the main stage, now there were a hundred men looking at her, staring at her, chanting at her to fuck herself. Fuck herself. Fuck herself.
She looked at me, I smiled and pushed that last little bit, to seal the deal. “If you would rather be a whore, go ahead, fuck yourself.”
“I am Wonder Whore!” She screamed, as she tugged the knot, to free herself from the Lasso of Truth that had already caused her to admit that she wanted in that very moment, to be Wonder Whore, and satisfy the needs of her superhuman body, more than she wanted to be the Princess of Power, the Defender of All Women, Wonder Woman.
She pulled her star spangled pants down to her knees, and fell forward. Diving her fingers down, raising her ass in the air, she frigged herself to a squirting climax towards the cheering crowd.
Victor unzipped, and pulled out his cock. A dozen of his men did the same.
“Well Wonder Whore, how are you going to earn that information and save those poor little girls now. Wonder Whores are only good for one thing, so how about you earn your money for old G there?” Victor smirked.
This was it, this was my moment of victory. Wonder Woman, killer of Maxwell Lord, destroyer of my future and power looked over at me for permission to whore for me in front of my entire club. I nodded like a noble to a lowly bar slut, because that was now our relationship.
Victor had his goons bind her hands behind her back with her lasso while they stripped her top off, and removed her soaked little blue pants. They left her tiara and boots, to remind everyone who they were using.
Victor grabbed her by the hair and began to face rape her. She made such faces as he turned the most powerful woman on earth into his cock sleeve. You could see is nine inches pushing the sides of her throat as she fought down her gag reflex. He held her nostrils shut as he face raped her.
“She must be the real Wonder Woman, what a perfect whore, she doesn’t even need to breathe at all when she sucks cock!”
She sucked cock too well, and soon he collapsed to the floor, and she was on him like a striking snake, diving on his cock like it was her only hope of salvation. Well, his minions were done pulling pud, because one of them lined up on her pussy and drove her onto Victor’s cock by burying himself in her pussy.
“Holy shit boss, this is tighter than any woman alive. This is like the pussy of the gods. Like the pussy all pussy was meant to be.” His minion stated as Victor screamed, almost losing his soul as the Defender of All Women sucked every last drop of his load out of his balls, and maybe half his soul with it. While Victor crawled off to watch and recover, his men ran a train on the Princess of Power.
The cattle prods came out again, and as she rode one of the goons, two more of them gnawed on her nipples, sucking and biting hard enough to make her scream, before shocking the soaked and conductive nipples to drive her into shattering orgasms on the cock of the thug below.
Victor got his second wind and grabbed Wonder Woman by the hair, pushed her face into the ground, and shoved his foot on her cheek. Pushing her into the ground, he rasped out his promise.
“Alright Wonder Whore, I am going to fuck you up that Amazon ass, and if you can make me cum up your bum, I will give you all the information you need to save them little girls and stop that cyborg psycho. If you don’t make me cum with that tight little ass, then I guess all those poor little innocents are just going to die.”
Taking the cum that was dripping from her pussy, he fingered her tight little asshole until it started to open. You can’t force a woman who could crush a crowbar in her back door if she wanted, she had to want to be ass raped. She had to want to whore out her Amazon ass in front of the whole club.
He pushed in, and her ass clamped on him like a velvet vice. He hammered her. No gentleness, he pounded her ass with all the fury of a man forced to watch his brothers go down for federal time because some do gooder was too tough to kill, too smart to fool, and too righteous to bribe. She fucked his family right up the ass, so now he was fucking her ass for revenge.
“Ah fuck, I can’t stand it. This is the best ass I ever had. You were made to fuck. You really are a Wonder Whore!” Victor panted, he took the cattle prod, and jammed it up her cunt, triggering a final bolt that caused her whole body to convulse, and nearly tore his cock off. He came so hard, but so did she. Like two dogs fucking, he was trapped in her ass, unable to pull out until she stopped cumming.
She came, and came and came, crying out. “I am WONDER WHORE!”
Victor felt his poor cock spasming again and again, as if in its death throws, unable to stop cumming as his balls threatened to implode pumping into her ass. Finally, he withdrew.
It took two of his men to hold him upright, as he could not stand.
“Good whores clean up their mess. Are you a good whore?” Victor asked.
Wonder Woman, Princess of Themyscira cleaned her ass and his cum off Victor’s cock.
He staggered back, picked up a thumb drive and went to his wallet and pulled out five crisp 100$ bills.
“There is your information. You can play superheroine again. Save some girls, make the press think you aren’t really just G’s latest whore, turning super powered tricks for cash and information. Here is your tip. You can keep it, or give it to your pimp.”
Wonder Woman pushed the thumb drive into her boot, then with eyes down, and five one hundred dollar bills, crawled to my table.
She knelt, naked save for her tiara and boots, and offered the five hundred dollars on upraised palms.
“Happy Birthday master.” She offered.
I stroked her hair. “Good Girl. Wonder Whore is my best girl.”
I folded my money and put it in my breast pocket. I felt fingers on my belt, then my zipper. The woman that destroyed my life, the superheroine that killed Maxwell Lord and freed Superman had just freed my cock, and was doing her best to show me that she gave her pimp more pleasure than even her customers. Tomorrow, and outside she would be Wonder Woman, and save the world. Here in Wonderland, right now and forever, she would be Wonder Whore, and be the best girl any pimp could have.
I am Gaslighter. This is my story.
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[M/S] I am very attracted to my sons. Update 354. A wanton mother's call for love.
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I was in my bedroom putting clothes away when I read a text from my Ana. It simply said, "Missing you Mami."
Those three words triggered the erotic parts of my mind and set my loins afire with an instant hunger to be touched. Without a second thought, I removed my robe and bra and panties. On the television, I turned on a delightful girl on girl porn that I have watched many times and grabbed my small egg-shaped vibrator.
On my back, on top of my pink satin sheets, I began to give myself pleasure. The door to my bedroom was wide open and both boys were in the living room. Writhing and squeezing my big, motherly tits with my free hand, I moaned louder and louder. Before I knew it, I was braying like a whore in want. They had to hear me. I needed one of them to hear me.
Rolling onto my stomach, I pressed hard against the toy and continued my carnal roaring. All I could think about was animalistic and aggressive incestuous sex. Mommy needs what she needs.
A shadow crossed the room and I rolled onto my back, continuing to use the toy on my clit. Michael stood naked hard and with a primal look in his eyes. I turned off the vibrator and spread my legs, inviting him like an unrefined primeval sex slave. No words needed to be spoken.
Michael took me by the hair and kissed me deeply before shoving his substantial man-meat inside his own mother. The sound of our skin slapping together made incredible noise as he unleashed his love on my pussy. Yelling his name made him fuck me even harder and could not get enough of him.
His eyes focused and his straight, white teeth shown in the low light. Every so often he would growl "Mom" and I would become even more wet for him.
When he came, he roared like a lion as I moaned like strumpet. His manly seed filled my womb and he looked satisfied. We kissed before he withdrew his dick from me and left the room. I didn't need my vibrator anymore. Closing my eyes, I went to sleep early and slept beautifully.
**My sons are 22 and 27. I do not owe you anything.**
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[F/D] Advice for a Dad (update 2)
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Hi Everyone. It's been a little bit since Skylar and I talked. The last time was when she and I were discussing my profile on a dating app. Feel free to catch up. 😊 A couple of nights ago she called about her plans to come home for Thanksgiving. She also wanted to know when she and her sister were going to their mom's house. I didn't know since my ex and I don't talk much anymore since the girls are in their 20's.
We talked for about 10 minutes about just regular stuff and she switched gears and asked me if I had had any dates. I told her I had one last weekend and it went well. She immediately asked me how old the woman was. I told her she was a 24 year old grad student.
She was like, "What the fuck, Dad!"
I laughed and said, "Are you jealous? And what's up with the language young lady?" I started to smile. We curse all the time at home so it wasn't a big deal.
Skylar paused for a couple of seconds and responded, "I just don't understand why you like woman so close to my age."
My heart was racing so fast because I had to be careful not to tell her the full truth and yet see if she was interested.
However, I just went for it. 😬 I said, " they look better, smell better and taste better. Plus it's hard to find someone my age to keep up with my sex drive."
I was expecting her to be grossed out and say something like, "ugh or Jesus Christ!" But she quietly asked me if I slept with my date that night. Not expecting that at all!!!
I regained composure and plainly said, "yes and it was fun!"
Next move I made was perfect (in my opinion). There is a new sushi restaurant in town and I asked her if she wanted to go with me when she was down for Thanksgiving. Just us two. Dad and daughter date.
She was so excited about the sushi and said something that made my dick stand straight up!
She said, "I'm actually looking forward to seeing what you've got."
I was like, "what?"
She said, "you know, your new dating "energy"!"
Picking my jaw off the floor I responded, "I'm down."
We finished the conversation telling each other our "love you's" and talk later.
I'm not sure what the future holds for the holiday but all I know is this Dad is incredibly excited about his baby girl coming home. I'm still hard thinking about it. I'll keep all of you posted with what happens. Thanks again for all of the advice. It has helped me get this far.
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Meeting Lisa! #2 [FF] and more.....
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**The dilemma**
[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/11cnbt9/meeting_lisa_ff_and_more/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)
[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/11comql/meeting_lisa_2_ff_and_more/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)
[Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/11co8p9/meeting_lisa_3_ff_and_more/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)
To say I was getting nothing done at work the next day would be a fucking understatement. We had meetings all morning, but in my head, I was barely there for them. Thank God I have a great team, I couldn’t stop replaying last night in my head and how quickly things could’ve gotten out of hand. That was of course before the pictures got out of hand. Oh my God, the pictures, when I re-looked at what I sent Lisa I couldn’t fucking believe it, like 25 of them in total like a few every minutes of various stages of me getting myself undressed, and then getting myself off.
So, the dilemma all morning was what the fuck was I going to tell my husband, equally weighing on me. What do I say to Lisa? I clearly could tell her I was trying to send those pictures to my husband and when I got her text, I didn’t realize I was replying to her, instead of him that would be an easy explanation and after all, we just spent two hours at the table talking about sex. The second dilemma, I could have pulled off that excuse had I just said that as soon as I realized what I had done. But dummy me just sat there frozen looking at the typing bubbles waiting to see what she was going to reply. Had I just acted sooner and then deliver it, we will have both been laughing about this tonight over a drink. For today what else can I do?
I just buried myself in the project and was going to make the best of this and deal with straightening everything else out afterward. By noon time 50 emails and 25 texts later the project was back on track. There were two texts, that I had not responded to one for my husband and one from Lisa. They brought in food for us at lunch and instead of eating I took a walk set on a bench outside.
Focus I said as typed what was too long of a text to my husband. His text said how was your date with Lisa? Lol. So, this was my reply. I decided to change my entire message and see how it played out. There’s no chance I wouldn’t admit everything to him, but I just thought maybe I can take him into this slowly, and it might be better than ripping the Band-Aid off. Next, I read the text from Lisa. She told me that she and her girlfriend Nancy got tickets to the matinee because the later show was sold out. Are you free to grab dinner or are you going out with your company? This was an easy reply, not sure yet but I’ll get back to you as soon as I know. I replied to Rick, well honey the date with Lisa got a little complicated… Was she crazy? Rick asked she looked hot so I started to think maybe she was crazy he texted. I replied back, NO, and Not anything like that but I’d rather talk at some point about it in person.
I have to get some work done today and I can’t without telling you she kissed me, well, that’s not exactly fair we kissed. messaging bubbles for about 10 seconds and I was biting my lip then the message from Rick said Well that’s fucking hot lol. Rick then said when it was 11 o’clock and I didn’t get my photos you promised I figured you two were having fun. So, you’re not pissed at me for kissing her? Taking responsibility for it. Are you sure? Rick typed back SURE in capital letters, but this isn’t what we agreed to, I typed, and we DO NOT have an open marriage. I just kind of got caught up in it.
Rick typed my God baby don’t worry about it I know who you are. About a minute had passed and I typed there’s a little bit more I need to tell you… Rick typed the three pictures I got of you two last night we’re fucking hot so if what you’re going to tell me is going to leave with me with my hand around my cock, please tell me now and I’ll go upstairs. He was joking of course; he knows I would never let things go that far. It’s not like that I typed. Dammit! Rick typed lol, the truth is you were supposed to get pictures last night, 25 of them except I was texting with Lisa and you but accidentally sent them to her, three pictures at a time from beginning to end. I will send them to you in a minute but they were bad, I mean you know what I mean. I’ll send them all to you, the last one said baby I just came. I hope you did too. It was a picture of my wet pussy. Rick typed back, that’s awkward lol.
Did you freak Lisa out? No, I said not by a long shot. This is what she sent me back. I sent Rick the picture of Lisa in the caption, and so did I. Wow Rick typed, WHAT A FUCKING BODY, next text said you could be twins. Nice save, I said, or attempt at one I wrote. I hit call and he answered 1st ring, you can’t believe how relieved I am that you find this all entertaining and are amused. I’m a little annoyed actually because I’ve been completely tied in knots since this happened. I slept about 4 hours I’ve got next to nothing accomplished this morning. I finally took a break and laughed a bit. I dreaded telling you this all morning. It’s really okay baby you make great decisions and you keep yourself safe, you always have. I’m not worried about you, Rick said. It’s not looking like I can come out tomorrow night but I wish I could, I’d love to meet your twin, yes you would, I said to myself… I told Rick that Lisa wants me to go to dinner with her tonight, but I haven’t answered her yet. I promise you, if I do, I will make it clear to her beforehand that yesterday we got a little carried away, but it can’t happen again and you know what, if I do, she might not be interested in dinner anymore. Rick had several questions for me about Lisa but ultimately, he just said, Hun look, just be careful, but I’m OK with whatever you decide. Rick said If it were another couple, I wouldn’t be okay with it unless I was there, do you agree, he asked. You already know the answer to that, I said. I told him about the bar and how she got rid of Dan and he laughed and said, that could have gone badly. I'll call you later but I need to get back and make up for my nonproductive morning. Love you I said and thank you for loving me so much. Forever he said bye.
As I walked back I replayed in my head what Rick said to me. He said, if I was with another couple he would want to be there, was he saying he wanted to try that, or and I just reading into his every word? I might ask him at some point when I get home.
Before walking into the building texted Lisa, we're on for dinner you still available? If you are, talk about where and when later…. Great, she replied, I have some ideas. I thought to myself, I bet you do. Walking back to the conference room I said to myself, very nice job putting the no-sex rule out there to Lisa, I see that just went out the fucking window.
So, from everything I gathered I just was given the hall pass from my husband to fuck Lisa if I wanted to and if we had just texted, I wouldn’t be sure of it but I could tell by his voice, he was good. I might text him again later today to see if he changed his mind. I remember telling myself I would not be okay with this if the situation was reversed not even close. It didn’t bother me to watch my husband with other women but it was sex and we all know that going into it, like an agreement.
My day just got 1000% better so back to work without the guilt and craziness in my head every 15 seconds I said to myself, now I can get shit done.
At about 6 o’clock Lisa texted me and said I hope we are still on for dinner I said yes but sorry I’m still 45 minutes out and I still have to shower and change. I called her and said, Hey maybe we should just eat in the Hotel. They have an awesome sushi and steak place and I’m good with either I have eaten at both before, but also, depending on where we go, I might need to borrow a top. Lisa said I’ll take care of it just text me when you are in your room and ill have it figured out.
Just as a side note: Driving in Boston is fucked up! NYC makes complete logic but this is a fucked mess. It feels like it was designed by kids that struggled in math and became engineers anyway.
Back at the hotel, I’m ready to get in the shower so I text Lisa. I’m here, getting into the shower… where are we going and what am I wearing because seriously depending on what you found, I might need to borrow clothes from you.
Lisa said you had a long day so you don’t need to worry, we are having dinner catered here. Wow, I said great, Lisa said to wear whatever you want although I’m disappointed I don’t get to see your husband's favorite dress you told me about Maybe another time she laughed. Just come up when you’re ready, push 29 and it will ask you for a code, hit 29310 and just come in. I feel guilty not bringing anything I said can I send up some wine? I have everything we need here Lisa said just bring you.
As I got out of the shower Ding! Text from Lisa, I’m sorry I forgot to ask, was your husband upset about our date night? I know you share everything. I know we got a bit carried away. If you want, we can call him later tonight and I’ll tell him it was my fault and blame my actions on the booze and your tits if it helps LOL.
Suffice it to say, I think I was safe because of the photos of us I sent earlier in the evening. He said we look like sisters and god only knows but I’m sure that’s another one of the bizarre fantasies he has in his head. I laughed and said, see you in 45. Lisa said If you want, you could bring your little selfie stand we could take a couple of photos and tease him a bit. I will, I said, just in case, see you in a bit.
Lisa didn’t have a suite like mine, she had a penthouse apartment with a waiter. Oh my god, I said, as I walked in, are we staying in the same hotel? The place was beautiful and if I was paying $800 a night this had to be 5 K. We kissed hello and immediately she said, how was that? Not out of line this time, she laughed. Lisa had on skin-tight jeans and a tan Crocheted top without a bra. I thought to myself does she own anything that I can’t see her nipples through? I knew what I was going to be looking at during dinner. I thought I’d really taken more of an interest in women’s bodies since I had some.
This is Sam Lisa said, she is helping us tonight. I thought it was cool that she didn’t call her a waiter, or butler or reduce her for her position in any way, in fact, she just made her feel like we were lucky to be spending time with her tonight. I just liked Lisa more…. We had a wonderful meal that was brought up in courses from the different hotel restaurants and served to us as we sat in the living room. We tried different wines from all over the world so it was really a magical night. I told Lisa my god this must have cost a fortune and I really felt a bit guilty you should let me pay for something I said. Lisa laughed and said, this is a business expense for my asshole husband it almost sucks but I’m doing him a favor as we both laughed. There were black Iron spiral stairs leading up to a rooftop deck so we took our drinks and went up to the deck. It was almost completely private and had seating and a hot tub. I say it was almost private only because there were taller buildings in Boston that could clearly see the hot tub.
We sat drank wine and looked out over Boston. After about an hour and two more glasses of wine, Lisa pointed to the tub and said what do you think? Wonderful I said, also it would make a great selfie to send my husband. WISH YOU WERE HERE…. Lol. Oh my god, it would kill him she said. Great, she said let’s get in. There was a little changing room with white robes hanging and we both walked in, we both started to disrobe and Lisa said to me if you feel uncomfortable, we can wear our underwear but I have none on she said laughing. I’m pretty sure with the photos I sent we both know what we look like naked, already so that ship has sailed. Watching her undress and try to wiggle out of her jeans I said we have identical bodies, yours is just ten years younger and way tighter, as I laughed. We both put on robes and headed to the tub with towels. The view was spectacular as we walked up the stairs to the hot tub. We both disrobed and stepped in.
The rooftop was dimly lit but definitely light enough if someone was trying to see us with binoculars or a good camera from another build they could. We could have Sam get your phone and take a couple or bring up your phone holder. Will you really do that I asked her, Lisa said I already told you I’m good with it. Lisa pushed the intercom and said, Sam at some point can you grab Janes's phone on the coffee table and bring it up with more wine? Be up in a bit Sam said do you want the same wine or something different Lisa down at me and I said surprise me, Sam said OKAY. We were once again like old friends talking about everything marriage children family sex lives everything and then some. Lisa finally offered that her college friend was actually someone who she had sex with in college and she has seen every year and it ultimately ends up with them in bed again. Her friend was an extremely prominent figure and successful and could never come out. Instead, she lived her life as a secret lesbian woman. Lisa told me she could never have told her husband because he was a prude but she loved her weekends with her. Lisa then said it’s one of the reasons I know I’d love your husband. He clearly doesn’t control you and trusts you and from what you have told me you both have no hang-ups.
Sam was watering plants on the lower deck and Lisa said to Sam can you take our photo she said of course. We raised our wine glasses sitting next to each other like it was a cheer to you photo. We were both completely covered with bubbles and steam. Okay one more I said, I told Lisa to get in front of me, Lisa was up against my breast with her back and our heads next to each other and we were smiling. I think he will like that one better I said. Click click click Sam took several.
Sam handed me the phone and asked if these were ok and trust me, they were more than okay I said. Lisa looked at the photos and said this one is good to send it to him. I never text while I’m out with others so I just put the phone down but Lisa picked it up and handed it to me. I looked at the photos and showed them again to Lisa and asked if this one was okay to send. It's better of both of us but you can see a little of your nipple. Lisa looked and then said, Jane, everyone has nipples, do you think he thinks we're in bathing suits in here? I said, last chance before I send this, are you sure you are okay with this because it's pretty clear we're not wearing suits in the picture? Lisa a bit drunk started laughing and said it’s the least I can do for Rick, after all, I tried to jump his wife last night. Is that what you were doing, I said laughing. We were in the tub for about 5 more minutes and Sam came up with more wine for us just what we needed.
Ding within 15 seconds. Rick said are you fucking kidding me, was dinner served outdoors in a hot tub. On second look with his glasses, he said it look more like dessert. Omg, I have to ask though who took the photo? It was Sam, Lisa apparently has a butler of sorts, typed. I looked at Lisa who was now sitting on the edge of the tub to cool down and as I studied, her body and it was flawless. Rick said I could be Lisa’s butler, after all, I only work a few days a week. Sam is a woman, I texted to Rick so you couldn’t, you might be missing parts. I showed Lisa his text and she laughed.
I told Lisa I’m pretty sure my husband is in bed with a kickstand at the moment. Can I take one of just you I asked. Because you look …oh forget it, can I take it I asked. She was laughing and covered her nipples with her hands, she said to take it, now he won’t know we are naked in here laughing at me. I sent the photo and Ding. looks like you guys are doing fine is that Lisa's place? Yes, I typed Ding what a dump. Lisa was next to me reading and laughing. Call him I want to talk to him. I laughed and was also a little drunk and said oh my god where will this go. Possibly the 5 glasses of wine or the hot tub but I just said Sri call Rick and handed her the phone.
So, Rick is how Lisa started the call. I’d like to introduce myself, I’m Lisa Davenport and I’m on a rooftop deck in Boston in a tub with your gorgeous wife. So your wife is wonderful but you already know that. I'm telling you this be I want you to know, I annoyed her for more than two hours on our flight yesterday. So, I am repaying her by having dinner brought in tonight for us. I know possibly, no probably, she told you I was a bit crazy but I’m not, I just hate flying. Also, full disclosure, we had drinks last night and because your wife is fucking hot, I might have tried to hit on her.
Okay well, I did hit on her. Lisa and I were both laughing at this point and we both agreed, Lisa was hilarious. Anyway, last night was a complete failure for me she told Rick, at the hotel room I tried to put a move on her and I ended up walking away with a lame kiss. Lame I yelled? So anyway, Rick I’d love to barter with you if we could….. Lisa put it on speaker now and shut off the bubbles. What I was thinking was if you give your wife a pass tonight, then the three of us could meet sometime in Boston in the next six months and go out. Rick finally spoke, you’re going to fly again he asked, yes that’s part of the bargain. I was shaking my head at this point. Lisa said so what do you think about that Rick, we could do a do-over. Your wife and I could redo our sad attempt to have sex without you. Lisa hit mute and looked at the phone and we were both wondering what would happen. A pause, and then Rick said, Lisa, you’re barter sounds wonderful and obviously, you already know we have somewhat of an alternative lifestyle. What is most important to me is my wife is completely comfortable and you are both on the same page. I’ve told my wife to trust her judgment and you look and sound wonderful. Lisa was silent for a few moments and said I can’t wait to meet you and your wife is beautiful beyond words. Rick said, yes beyond words. Have fun girls as he dropped the call.
Lisa said Oh my god your fucking husband is awesome. Two more things, I’m going to fuck your brains out and he is getting pictures of everything.
Lisa started kissing me and asking me if I was sure this is what I wanted. Small bites on my neck are what had me saying YES oh my god yes. I started thinking, my husband had given me more than a pass and because of that, I was ready for whatever happened next. We both spent the next 15 minutes both being the aggressor back and forth. I stopped only when Sam popped up to check on us, and I would ask Lisa if this was okay. Obviously, it was because she took over at that point and was not only kissing me but had me out of the water on the deck licking and sucking my nipples. Sam without a step poured us wine and disappeared periodically. The amazing thing was Lisa never seemed to be phased when Sam walked into several different acts of sex every 10 minutes. Lisa said Sam could you take a few more photos for me? If you are uncomfortable, I’ll understand. Sam just said no my goodness Lisa anything you need. Lisa had her take several shots of her licking my tits and me licking and sucking her identical nipples.
Lisa then had me get up and lay on my back. Lisa got between my legs and started licking my bare pussy almost getting me off several times but stopping just short and she knew it. I was so turned on. First, my husband was going to see these photos, second, Sam who was a cute 22-year-old hottie was taking photos of us and seemed to enjoy it and lastly, and possibly the most I felt we were being watched by several other buildings. As Lisa was sucking my clit and pinching my nipples Sam walked into the dressing room and grabbed some towels and put them under my head. She was clearly unphased by this and possibly had just seen it all, working as a butler for this high-end place.
At some point, we moved over to the couch and our bodies were intertwined as we kissed. Lisa reached over pushed the intercom and said Sam can you bring me the lubricant and the purple vibrator out of my drawer. Purple I said smiling, Lisa said I have a couple, I have not lived your life she said, as we both laughed. I had Lisa on her back now and I was sucking and biting her nipples my right hand was rubbing her clit. Sam opened the door and I stopped quickly like she had not seen everything already. Seen it I thought, she took photos of IT….. Sam asked if we needed anything else and Lisa said no but check on us in a bit. Would you like more pictures she asked and Lisa said several. Lisa looked at me and said I am getting a copy of all of these right? I told her after I do some editing my body isn’t as good as yours. I sat up a bit grabbed the lube and with some, in my hand, I put two fingers into Lisa. Her pussy was fucking beautiful and I just kept working at hitting her g spot. I was lost in everything going on and had forgotten that Sam was still moving around the deck still taking photos. She must have silenced the phone as I couldn’t hear it clicking. I was kissing Lisa's neck when I asked her, how do you want to cum baby? Lisa whispered we may have to use the vibrator I’m a tough nut to crack as she grinned. Want me to suck on your little clit I whispered to her. God YES, she said.
As I kissed and made my way down to her pink clit, I thought about a couple of years back during our first threesome and how scared I was. I was so nervous then about another woman getting me off never mind me licking another woman. A lot has changed since then and I couldn’t wait to taste her but wanted her to beg me for it first. I loved this newfound power I have over women, knowing I can get them off in minutes. I thought to myself vibrator my ass I’ll get you off. I licked her lips and slowly brushed my tongue from side to side. I continued to reach in a cupping motion towards her g spot with two fingers. Lisa was squirming whenever I swirled my tongue so I kept doing it. Lisa started to lift her hips after a couple of minutes and she lightly put her hand on my head. Lisa was moaning loudly at this point and if the other rooftop was occupied, they could definitely hear us over the music. The wall between the deck was for privacy but with the slates, it wasn't too private. Lisa kept pushing her hips higher to me so I slipped my fingers out of her pussy.
I put my thumb in her soaking pussy and slipped my wet middle finger in her ass. I started pressing my fingers together rubbing back and forth when Lisa pulled my mouth onto her clit hard within five seconds of me sucking her clit she was screaming oh my god I’m cumming. 30 seconds later she released me and collapsed on the couch covered in towels. I kissed my way back up to her, I started kissing her and whispered Vibrator huh really you sure you need it as I smiled at her. Lisa just smiled and said you're next and if Sam pops up at the right time I might have her help me.
**To Be continued ……**
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Request
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Just a request for someone to write a story about two people who meet in front of a painting in an art museum.
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Bad Decisions: Part Three 21+ [F36/M44] [Straight Sex] [Cleavage] [Busty] [Huge Boobs] [Oral Sex] [Cleavage] [Curvy Woman]
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Chapter Three: Down the fox hole
“Are you okay?” Charles asked as he came into my office.
“Yeah,” I responded.
“Just that you gave me this report twice,” Charles said, dropping a yellow folder on my desk.
“Shit,” I said as I got the correct report and handed it to him.
“What’s going on?” Charles asked.
“I hate that everyone thinks this is a small town,” I said, shaking my head. “Always in everyone else’s business. When they should stay in their own fucking lanes!”
Charles nodded as he sat down across from me.
“It might not be a small town, but most of us, hang out at the same bar, our kids go to some of the same schools, and the same mall, it’s only natural that some people form a tight knit community.”
“Well, they can go join another community, and stay the hell out of mine,” I said.
“Hank, huh?” Charles asked.
“You heard,” I said.
“Hard not to, the guy is a walking time bomb,” Charles shook his head.
Hank was just that. No one knew when he would blow up on someone or do something stupid. One day in high school, he climbed to the roof to write that he loved Jessica Tolban in dark black on the white wall.
Another time he jumped off the water tower into the river on a dare. He had broken more bones than anyone I know for the dumbest reasons.
“You keep clear of him,” Charles said as he stood up. “I know you both have a history, but some people were born trouble, and he is one of them.”
I nodded as he left my office. I knew everyone was right, but Hank always was the person that wasn’t easy to stay away from, he had ways of getting under my skin, and as much as I didn’t want to scratch it, I just had to do it.
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“So, this is where you live?” Hank asked as I pulled up to my house.
I moved out of the other house as soon as we divorced. I had moved so that I was closer to Clayton.
“What do you want?” I asked as I got out of my car. “I have had a long day at work, and I just want to soak in a bath,” I said as I walked toward my house.
Hank got off his large bike and walked toward me. “Not going to invite me in?” he asked.
“No,” I shook my head. “The other night was just that, a quick fuck and now I am over it.”
“Really?” Hank smiled.
He had more gray in his long beard than black, and his head showed signs of him balding in the middle. Hank had always been reckless, which showed in his face, arms and hands. He had scars everywhere.
From bar fights to reckless stunts, he had done it all. All it took was someone to dare him to do something, and he would do it.
“Yes, really,” I said as I turned to face him. “Look I am going to say this one more time, and maybe you will get it through that thick head,” I said as I stood my ground. “Whatever we had in high school and everything that followed was in the past, and that’s where it is going to stay, do I make myself clear?”
“Your mouth says that,” Hank smiled as he walked closer to me.
“No, all of me says that, the other night, was just that a night, it will not happen again,” I shook my head.
I put my hand behind me to grip my pistol. Hank stopped in his tracks.
“You know how good a shot I am,” I nodded. “Now kindly leave.”
Hank smiled and nodded. “We will talk again,” he said as he walked towards his bike.
The loud bike started and then took off down the road.
I watched to make sure he was genuinely gone before entering the house. I made sure everything was locked and then armed the alarm.
Hank never liked taking no for an answer, and it would be like him to return.
I soaked in the tub and relaxed.
“What are you going to do?” Kate asked.
“Nothing,” I replied.
I was sipping on my sweet tea, something I had started after that night. I pretended it had more than just tea in it. I didn’t even drink at home, just in case I went too far and decided to call someone or go somewhere I shouldn’t. I was trying to make better decisions for myself.
‘Where was that thought, the other night?’ I thought to myself.
“What if he comes back around?” Kate asked.
I was sitting on my couch and talking to Kate on the phone. She continuously checked on me and ensured I was where I was supposed to be. She was like a sister to me.
“I will have a surprise waiting for him,” I said as I eyed my gun sitting on the table. I had more than one. There were a few laying around in strategic positions.
“Good,” Kate replied.
“The alarm is on, and I am sure he is at the bar, damaging his kidneys even more,” I said.
“Well, if you need anything, call me, or text me,” Kate said.
“You too, just in case,” I said.
“He isn’t that stupid,” Kate said.
I shook my head, Hank was a pain in the ass, but he knew who not to mess with, and Kate was one of them. I thought I had more than enough protection for my house.
Kate’s house was a fortress. She lived out in the boonies, away from all of us. It was a good thirty-minute drive to her house, most of it through back roads.
She had trip wire, barbed wire and all kinds of things around her house. No one was that stupid. It all stemmed from her last boyfriend. The guy turned into a total stalker, after they broke up. She found him standing in her bedroom, staring down at her one night.
How he got in was a total mystery, as the alarm was set, and he hadn’t broken anything. The cop’s going theory was that he had snuck in when the alarm was off and stayed quiet in another room or in the attic.
After that night, Kate went total commando, looking up things she could make or buy that would fortify the house.
Luckily Darold wasn’t home, or she would have killed him. She had beaten him pretty severely, she hadn’t seen him since, but once in a while, she would look around as if she caught a glimpse of him.
Darold’s father was a sperm donor, as we called him. It was a one-night fling that resulted in Kate being pregnant. Of course, when she came and told him about it, he acted like it was the best thing that could happen to them, but less than a week later, he was gone, packed up his house, left his job and was nowhere to be found.
Kate could have gone after him legally for support, but she was an independent woman. She always said it took two to make a baby, and she was just as fault as he was. As Katie said, she spread her legs and invited him in. Even though they used protection, the result was Darold.
I was his godmother, and I loved the kid. He was shy at times, which made me smile as he hardly looked people in the eye, always holding his head down.
Clayton was the one that got them into trouble, doing things they shouldn’t. After an incident at the gas station, I had to talk with Clayton and told him there were certain things he could do that Darold would get in serious trouble for; at first, he didn’t understand; Darold was his best friend, but Clayton didn’t see the color difference. Darold was half white and half black. While he was lightly colored, many people only saw the black in him.
One day Clayton came home and said he understood what I had said. He told me they were at a store buying clothes with Alyssa, and the lady at the store kept looking at Darold rudely as Clayton said, and she asked Alyssa for Darold to keep his hands out of his pockets and take down the hoodie.
Alyssa was furious as Clayton was wearing the same exact hoodie and had it up and had his hands in his pockets, just like Darold. From that day forward, Clayton always looked after his friend.
“Well,” I said.
I got up from the couch and went upstairs. It was another night, and I was sure I would have that same dream again.
I went online to chat with some of my faraway friends, we talked for a bit, and after a while, I got bored and was about to close my laptop.
Then I decided to read a few stories. I loved reading erotic stories before going to bed. It was something I had picked up after the divorce.
I logged in and found a new story by one of the authors I followed. Reading the story got me all hot, and as usual, I went down to leave her a comment.
I sighed as I saw the usual anonymous comments.
“Fucking keyboard warriors,” I sighed as I typed a response to one of them.
My author loved writing stories that pushed the boundaries. This story was about a female having sex with her boss behind her husband’s back at the company’s party.
Of course, some saw fit to call her out on it. Wishing death on the cheating woman or worse. When the author wrote a story about a man cheating on his wife, none of them said anything. Not one single word about how it was terrible for him to cheat, on his wife. Not a single comment that he should die or catch something.
These people were the same ones that went into the interracial section and downvoted or plagued the comments with racial slurs or comments. The worst thing was they hit the little coward button, making sure to make their comment under an anonymous name, to shield themselves from reprisal.
‘Fucking cowards!’ I thought.
If they didn’t like the story, why didn’t they just stay away? It was like going into a Mexican restaurant, knowing you don’t like Mexican food.
After a few rounds of going back and forth, I decided it was a lost cause and settled into my bed.
“Dammit,” I said as I knew I couldn’t sleep.
I reached under my bed and grabbed my huge toy chest. Jacob always laughed when I went for it.
“Why does it have to be so big?” he asked the first night.
Then I opened it. His eyes went huge. I had bought a lot of toys for myself during the years. More than any sane woman should have, I always thought.
I got down on my knees and looked through the various toys. I had everything anyone would need and more. There was another one like it in the walk-in closet.
“Ah!” I said, reaching for the one I wanted to use tonight.
It was a mold of Jacob’s cock. I had sent it to my favorite website, and they made it so that I could press the button and fake liquid cum would shoot out the tip.
I pushed the chest back under my bed and looked online for my favorite porn. I found it and slid the large dildo into me.
I slowly worked it into me until it was deep inside of me, and then I pushed the laptop away. I imagined it was Jacob. He always went slow at first. Sometimes he would go slow throughout, and then there were times he would fuck me so hard it felt like he would break the bed.
I was going for the slow and steady. I loved it when Jacob did that. He would look down at me like I was the only woman on earth.
I could feel the tension building in my stomach, and I started to arch my back. I stopped going slow and started fucking myself with it, furiously pushing it in and out of me. It was building inside of me. That’s when I pushed the button.
Jacob loved cumming inside of me, from when I got pregnant to the last time. He loved cumming inside, calling me his cum dumpster or cum slut. I had to beg him a couple of times to cum on my tits or my face. Even when he tit fucked me, he would grab my head and push his cock into my mouth.
“I don’t want to waste it,” Jacob would often say.
“Cum inside me, Jacob,” I yelled as I felt the liquid shoot into me.
After I came down and my breathing stopped, I knew that would never happen again. Jacob and his colossal cock belonged to someone else.
He was cumming inside her now, calling her his cum slut and whore.
I dropped the toy to the floor and then turned on my side as I fell asleep alone.
***Author's Note: The rest of this story as well as many others of my stories are on my other pages, the links to which can be found*** [***here***](https://www.reddit.com/user/Shadowforce2/comments/w4aumo/self_promo_time/)
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[MF] first creampie with Andrea
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It was the summer of 2009, and I was in a heated relationship with a married woman in a trial separation from her husband. To this day, even though it only lasted 3 months, that relationship was one of the most intense of my life.
At the time of this story, we had already been fucking, but always with condoms. We weren't exclusive, and part of her separation agreement was to always wear a condom if sleeping with someone.
She was brunette with dark eyes, about 5'9 and slim, long lean legs, tight core, and amazing fake breasts. The first and only I've ever seen or touched. She also had a beautiful shaved innie pussy with two cute little moles on one side, and tasted absolutely fantastic.
We were at my best friend's house alone, stopping by to water the plants and what not well he's out of town. We were trying to "be good" this weekend and prove to ourselves that we could spend time together without fucking like rabbits.
Somehow it started with me going down on her on the living room couch. After that she tried to return the favor, but I've always had difficulty staying hard while receiving a bj. It's a curse. She paused and said "I know what you need" before straddling me and started grinding her wet pussy against me to get me hard again. It didn't take long.
When she moved her pussy to the tip of my cock and let it rub between her lips, I was in shock. Frozen as she slowly slipped me inside her, and sank down to the base. I think my eyes rolled back in my head. I was not expecting this.
She rode slowly and deliberately. I could feel every bit of her sliding up and down the full length of me.
In new territory here, unsure what the rules were, as I got closer I asked her if I could come inside her. I don't think she said a word, just held me closer and increased the pace a little more. I should also mention she had an amazing skill of coming with me as I came inside her. Which we did as she rocked her hips into mine, clinging to me as I filled her with cum for the first of many times.
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An Elevated Encounter [M38/F35] [cum on tits] [quickie]
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"Ouch!"
I froze on the spot as the lift doors closed behind me.
*Thinking I would not bump into another soul in the wee hours of morning, I had shuffled out of my apartment in my night slip, carefully balancing three oversized boxes in my small arms. I yawned, most unglamorously, while I waited for the lift to arrive at the 48th level.*
*So, imagine my horror, when I peered past the boxes stacked tall in my arms, you popped into my view, adjusting your spectacles.*
"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" Panicking, I tried to turn, but for some reason, my brain-to-arm coordination became glitchy, and the boxes smacked you in the face again, just as you huddled over to the empty space beside me.
I cringed in apology, and you chuckled as you adjust your spectacles again.
You brought your phone up from your side to pause the video you were watching—Devilman Crybaby.
"Here, let me...", you paused to remove your earphones and tuck your phone into your back pocket, before grabbing the top two boxes, "... help you with that."
I half-wished there was muzak as we stood in awkward silence with our backs facing the lift doors. I suddenly realise how naked I felt, and I subconsciously hugged the boxes closer to my chest, squishing my ample boobs nearly out of its flimsy refuge.
"So uhh, 2am a magic time for you to move these boxes?"
I chortled and my face flushed pink.
"I just moved in earlier this week. I've finally got some time to do some unpacking this weekend."
You nodded in acknowledgement before adding, "Welcome! I hope you like it here."
I nodded back shyly. Just then, the bell alerted us of the lift doors opening. We backed out of the elevator slowly, and then headed to the bin to dispose of the boxes.
I could have a good look at you now that my view was unblocked. You had a crew cut with a neat fade down the sides which complimented your strong jawline and dimples. Your sweatpants hung dangerously low on your hips. And you were... topless, save for the earphones laying on your toned chest.
You grinned at my belated realisation. "I came down for a breather. Care to accompany me for a bit?"
*The gentle breeze caressed my face as we sat side-by-side at the bench overlooking a small butterfly garden. The quiet of the night was calming, and it made me appreciate the peace. From the corner of my eye, I notice you looking at me. I turned to look at you, and when my eyes met yours, it was as if there was an unspoken agreement.*
*My hands instinctively tried to cover the betrayal of my excited nipples.*
"Looks like you're feeling cold. Let's get you home." you said, as you stood up and offered your hand.
You walked me to the lobby where the lift stood waiting with its doors open, inviting. I leaned against the back of the lift as you pressed the buttons for my floor. As soon as the doors closed, you turned and pressed your lips into mine.
The lift ascended silently, the level flashing slowly, seemingly conspiring with us to prolong the moment. I gasped as you released your choke hold, and your kiss, and your hungry lips travelled down my neck as you groped my tender breasts. You lightly pushed down on my shoulder, and I felt myself sinking down to my knees, landing face-to-face with the bulge in your shapeless sweatpants. Your hot rod sprung free when I yanked your pants down, and you grunt in response, one hand holding the lift wall for support.
Your long fingers curl around your hardness, and you start stroking yourself swiftly. Your moans gave away your delight when my hands cupped your balls and gently massaged them. I swished my tongue around your red and swollen head, and you rolled your head back in surrender.
Your breath grew increasingly heavier with each flash of the rising level. The bell signalled our arrival, and I tore my lips away to offer the booby cup. The lift doors opened in synchrony with your intense cum.
You held out your hand weakly to pull me up, and walk me to my door.
"Wanna come over to Netflix & Chill, sometime? I wanna know what happens in Episode 3."
You burst into a hearty laugh, and nodded back enthusiastically. We miscalculated when we awkwardly leaned in for a kiss, and your nose bumped into mine.
*Ouch.*
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19F Sisters who tease
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My sister (19F) and I (19F) are almost a year apart in age. Apparently my parents couldn't wait to breed right after my sister was born and had me 9 months later. Guess I can say that's why my sister and I have such high sex drives that we can't keep our hands and tongues off of each other! My sister and I have been playing together since very early. We've always done everything together and have the same interests. We have even shared boyfriends.
I am a dancer and have the dancer look, pretty face, physically fit, bubbly personality. I like to seduce guys and pick them up and take them to our apartment where my sister and I would have sex with each other and make the guy watch. Almost always, whether they wanted to or not, they jerked off. Just for looking, not for touching.
Now, we are being invited on a trip. A cruise. We would like to repeat our game, pick up a man and take him to our room, have my sister make love to me and let him jerk off.
We love having men look at us and know that they can never have us, it's never been above us to show some public displays of affection and lure guys into our thirst trap. My sister and I have our best fuck sessions when we know we are being watched by horny men.
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Girlfriend's Drunk Mom
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This is part of my real-life non-fiction things that have happened to me series I'm writing. I wrote this one early because it is fresh in my mind after a recent encounter. Hope you guys enjoy it publishing more soon hopefully.
Ok let me start this off by saying this happens everytime we go back to her hometown to visit. But her mom is a drunk. It’s a sad thing if I’m being honest. But it’s not my place but I’m indifferent to it. I always have a good time when we go see them but the problems start at night. Her mom starts drinking, it starts getting late, she falls asleep on the couch everyone goes to bed. But remember she's sleeping on the couch.
Now sex isn’t taboo, as a conversational topic, at all in their household. So that night me and my girlfriend stayed up later and scroll through social media and just do couple things you know ;). After we got done with all of that my gf passed out already asleep for the night. I stayed up a little later and had to use the restroom. I got to the bathroom, still a little high I might add, I pulled out my cock and was ready to start my piss. Instead, to my surprise, I felt a mouth around my cock. In that brief moment I had so many emotions. I didn’t know what to do and what was actually happening or WHO was sucking my dick. I looked down to see that it was her mom. I pulled my hardening cock out of her mouth. I realized in that moment what had happened. Her mom must’ve fallen asleep on the toilet and still being drunk just reacted to the dick in front of her. I decided to just let her continue. I wasn’t going to stop her. Her daughter barely sucks my dick anyways and when she does it’s mediocre at best. And this blowjob that I was getting from my future mother in law was fucking awesome. I even wondered if they were even related.
It’s well documented that I don’t cum from just head and that stood true here too. But while I was getting a blowjob she took off her top revealing her mom tits and started playing with herself all while still sitting on the toilet. After she got fed up with just giving a blowjob she pushed me away and went and got on all fours and asked me to fuck her. I complied sliding my dick into her dripping wet pussy. It was loose overall ok but it was pussy nonetheless and it was soaking wet. After only five or six minutes fucking I felt her start shaking and her pussy quivering around my cock and I couldn’t hold it anymore. I came deep inside of her while still thrusting for what seemed like close to two minutes. One of the longest orgasms I’ve ever had. But after that was all over I got the strongest post nut claritys that I’ve ever gotten. I pulled out so quickly that cum went everywhere. I lightly pushed her into the pile of towels in front of her and left the bathroom still pulling my pants up.
I recomposed myself before I went back to bed with my gf. When I looked at the time it was almost 3:30. I had been in that bathroom for almost two hours. That was insane but I didn’t know how to feel about it. We saw her parents a few times and her mom seemed to have no recollection of the encounter. Until it happened again. Literally the same way it happened the first time but this time she didn’t spend to much time with the blowjob. She “wanted to ride me” and “wanted a real man’s dick.” She was so drunk almost belligerently. She rode me for what seemed like ever, even squirted on me but I’m pretty sure she just started pissing and couldn’t stop. I came inside her again and she rode me a little while longer until she practically fell off of me and I scampered back to bed with my gf. Except this time I didn’t have post nut clarity. I felt fine about what just happened. So much so that the next time we stay with them I tried to make it happen.
I “fell” asleep on the bean bag in the living room right after I saw her mom pass out drunk on the couch. And like clockwork I woke up to my cock being sucked by my future mother in law. Again I let it happen and we ended up in the bathroom. I gave her another creampie and that’s kinda like our thing I guess. It has happened many times since and I look forward to it now but two things will probably never change. The fact that she will always want dick when she’s drunk and the fact that she will never remember in the morning. I don’t believe that last part is true because she hints at it a little now and I’m fine with that i’m confident it will never get out.
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Hi reddit, this is my first post on my account and it's to tell y’all what's going one. So first and foremost I (21m) am a junior in college at my local state college. I am a very sexual person in the prime of my life and in college. One of my biggest kinks is just being open about my sex life kinda like exhibitionism (also I don’t believe in monogamy, I see sex as a form of entertainment not as love. This is important). I am an open book and that's why I am here on reddit. As you scroll through my page it will be in chronological order starting with this post. I will update weekly until I get caught up to the current point of my life. But until then enjoy the stories and the rides ;)
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gave white girl her first big dick earlier tonight m20
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(posted in another community posting it here now) throughout high school there was this blonde girl who used to date this baseball player at my school and everyone thought she was crazy for doing so because she was way out of his league but anywho we recently started getting closer as she transferred to my university and even tho at first they were still together i respected my boundaries n didn’t try to get her to cheat or anything but about 3 weeks ago they broke up and her and i have been talking a lot more and that is on the fact that she’s on her phone more cause of her being single but we decided to hang out earlier and after getting food and chilling for a bit i was fucking her in doggy on her couch till we moved to her bedroom after we finished she admitted i was the first guy with a big dick that she fucked. dm to see a ss from the video not showing her face tho
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[FF] Teasing Her to Desperation
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We have all kinds of sex, sometimes vanilla quickies, sometimes intense scenes, sometimes so hot and passionate that we lose track of time. This one however is a special instance I’ll never forget, it may get intense for some readers, just know it was done fully consensually and that she has the strength to easily throw me across a room if she felt like it. Enjoy.
I wake up next to her, her arm loosely holding me and softly snoring. As I wake up more I start to notice that her nipple is hard poking against my face, I’m nuzzled in her shoulder facing her. I instantly feel myself get wet, and quietly pull the bullet vibe out of the nightstand. A couple days before we were talking about sleep play, and we both agreed we definitely want to try it. Now is the perfect time, right? I carefully move her legs open the tiniest bit and gently put the vibe on her clit. She sleeps naked sometimes. I watch her face so I don’t accidentally wake her yet. I rub around the area without turning it on yet and she’s dead asleep. I put it on low and she starts to stir, I feel her hips start to slowly move and she wakes up with a quiet moan. She puts her hand on my arm and starts grinding on the bullet. I softly tell her good morning, and describe her nipples betraying her in her sleep. She’s definitely awake now so I carefully put the vibe just out of reach from her clit making her plead with me. “Who said you’re going to enjoy this? Did you earn it?” I tell her. She reaches over to play with my nipples, but she’s going to have to work harder than that, and that’s what I say to her. I can see she’s frustrated, she’s pulling on my arm holding the vibe and hoping to move it closer. After she starts to try this, I push a fist on her stomach, making her groan in pain.
She does this two more times before deciding to retaliate. She swiftly straddles over me and grabs my neck, squeezing hard. I turn off the vibe and try to pull her off, my body starts to go weak and tingly, my arms drop. She lets go and takes the vibe, pressing it on my clit, knowing I’m still awake. She asks if I’m okay as I start to move again feeling every sensation hit me at once. “Look how desperate you are. Such a whore” she says as she slaps me. I can only moan in response, my whole body is on a high. After a few minutes, she starts to tease me the same way and move the vibe from my clit. I try to push her off and get control again but she holds me back down with ease. I reach up and start to play with her nipples. I start sucking on them and twist them in my fingers. I feel her sides and move down to her thighs, squeezing them with need, she closes her eyes and softly moans.
I take advantage and grab her neck and pull her down to her back again, holding her tight. “You better make me cum before you pass out” I say. She tries to push me off and I squeeze tighter. She takes the vibe and presses it on my clit, her face is turning red. I moan and start to move my hips against her hand. I feel her grip on my arm grow weaker, so I release some of the pressure making her gasp for air. I still hold a slight squeeze on her neck, causing her to moan. I’m so close, she can feel it too. She starts to pull the vibe away and I tighten my grip, making her gasp and hold it on my clit. I feel my legs shaking, and I I feel the orgasm, “I’m cumming!” I say as I lose control of myself, all I feel is my orgasm. I let go of her neck involuntarily and ride it out. It’s nearly a minute before I can think again. She’s been mostly good this time so I might as well reward her.
“Sit up” I say, taking the vibe from her. I push her gently into the wall and tug on her hair, making her stretch upwards. I kiss her neck and along her jaw, taking my time to bite and lick here and there. She puts her arms around my waist, moaning with each sensation I make. I work my way down her chest and take one of her nipples in my mouth, softly licking and sucking on it, while gently teasing the other. I feel up towards her neck and gently squeeze, just enough to make her feel that rush of endorphins. The sounds she makes when she’s being choked is out of this world, I can’t ever get enough of it. With my free hand I put the vibe on on her clit at medium. She’s so wet, there’s a puddle underneath her. I gently rub up and down on her clit, knowing this makes her finish faster, after a few minutes of this she tells me she’s close.
I then put the vibe on low and start to rub slower, she groans and starts begging me to make her cum. I hold her like this until she says she’s close again. “I’m about to cum!” She says and I turn it off ruining her orgasm. “No! I’m please! I need it!” She starts crying out. “Why should I?” I ask her in amusement. She begs that she’s been good, and she made me finish, so I turn it back on but I put it on high. She yelps and starts to move with it. She asks me to choke her harder, she’s close. I squeeze her harder and she starts cumming immediately, letting out a low moan, this is her really intense orgasm moan. I let go of her and she gasps for air. I turn the vibe off. I lower my head down and start to clean her up. Shocked by the sudden warmth on my mouth she jumps slightly. My face is soaked with her cum. I can feel how swollen she is from our session. I start licking her until I get to her clit, I feel it and remember to be gentle with it. After a good 30 seconds, it starts to hurt her so we stop but we had a good time cleaning up after and putting on a movie.
If you enjoyed feel free to view my other stories and PM me! I write a post every day.
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But I think he's losing interest now...
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Maybe the finest sex I've ever had was with the guy I've been seeing for the past two months, in my opinion. We both intended to have really open sexual relationships in the future, so we got off to a good start by having plenty of nice, unrestricted chats about what we like and trying new things.
He's the only guy I've been able to climax with while being vaginally penetrated, and I don't know what he does differently from every other guy to make him feel so amazing within me.
I climbed up on top of him and rode his butt for the longest time I can remember. I didn't need to stop and take a break; I just continued moving forward. It was much simpler for me to grind on him because we were both wet in sweat. So, as I was on top of him, I squirted for the first time. Since then, I've learned that while I can always tell when it's actually happening, it's easy for me to identify the angle at which he needs to strike me in order for me to squirt.
But it goes further than that. In terms of foreplay, we are a perfect match. The kissing is fantastic and enjoyable for both of us because we have the same kissing style. Also, he excels at making both the experience and me feel extremely sexual.
I regret to say that I have a bad feeling he may be growing disinterested in me and will soon let me know he doesn't want to see me.
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[F] I was tied up and fucked (BSDM)
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It had been weeks since she first told him that she wanted to try something new. Late one night, after having finished making love, she turned to him and asked what he would think of her if she wanted to be tied up.
His arousal grew instantly in that moment.
In the following weeks, as they would lie next to each other naked and fondling themselves, she would beg for him to tell her how rough he would be with her. As he spoke she imagined his hands tying her down with rope, exploring her as he wished. All the while, she would show no interest in resisting. The thoughts alone were enough to send her into a frenzy.
One afternoon he decided that imagining these acts no longer sufficed. He needed to fulfill her fantasy and bring the images they had been discussing to life. He gathered everything he thought he might need – a blindfold, soft rope, various sex toys they had, plus some new ones. After picking her up from work that afternoon, he set his plan in motion once they arrived home.
“I have a surprise for you,” he says as they walk through the front door. Standing in the entryway of their condo he approaches her from behind and places a blindfold over her eyes.
“Ooo, I like surprises,” she playfully remarks. Unaware that this surprise will leave her sprawled on the floor naked, and covered in sweat and cum.
“I want you to kneel down on the floor and place your hands behind your back,” he instructs her. She nervously complies with his request.
From a nearby drawer he removes a bundle of soft black rope and loosely secures her hands behind her back.
“What kind of surprise is this, exactly?” She awaits his response while excitement swells inside her.
Disregarding her inquiry, he softly tugs the hem of her blouse out from the skirt it is tucked into. Her movements halt and her breath hitches as he undoes each button and slides the garment down her arms to her bound wrists.
He unhooks the front clasp of her bra and then steps back to admire her half naked body. Her chest steadily rises and falls with each trembling breath. He reaches out to hold and caress one of her breasts, realizing in this moment just how helpless and defenseless her current position has made her. She realizes it too and yearns for his flesh upon hers.
He takes her left arm and assists her up to her feet. As she is guided into their bedroom her anticipation intensifies, adrenaline courses through her. Once they near the bed he sends her crashing down on the mattress with a slight shove. For a moment she loses her breath. It calms shortly after, though her temperature rises as she feels the cool touch of silk sheets spread out beneath her.
“All you have to do is behave, and I promise, you will get through this,” he whispers into her ear. He hunches over her, so close that she can pick up his masculine scent. She shutters, her heart pounding in her chest.
His mouth opens and closes over one of her breasts. Her nipple hardens while clenched between his teeth. As he lets go, it glistens with his saliva.
Her hips move in a way to suggest something coming to life inside of her. Something in need of being released.
He unzips the side of her skirt, and soon has her lying in nothing but a pink lace panty. Using his shoulders, he pries apart her legs, and rests his head on her pelvis. With his eyes closed, he breathes in her aroma.
She wriggles under his weight with desire, then sighs, relinquishing all control of her body.
Using a finger, he brushes aside the lace covering her pubic mound. With her panties stretched clear, he uses his other hand to smooth her wetness over her outer lips. He takes a quick sample, lapping his tongue over her clit and sending shivers throughout her body.
With a forceful tug he clutches her panties in his fist, pulling and tugging the undergarment away from her body. One last twist and the panties are reduced to a shredded mess on the floor. His right hand clutches her left ankle. Abruptly, he raises her leg into the air and takes her cunt into his mouth.
Her back arches as his tongue enters her. Amidst the tussling, she manages to free her hands from behind her. She grips his head, holding him between her thighs.
He heeds her gesture, remaining in place. His tongue flicks around her clit, every so often releasing the hardened bud to lap across the rest of her vulva. She pulls him in even closer. He presses his thumb inside of her pussy and brings her to climax.
She loosens her hold of him just enough that he manages to back away from her. While admiring her in this post-orgasmic state, he hopes that he hasn’t worn her out too quickly.
Her chest rises and her hips gyrate. Her entire body brought to life by his tongue.
“That was a freebie. The others won’t be given so easily,” he says, circling the foot of the bed. She rolls to her stomach, doing her best to follow the sound of him removing his clothes.
His cock bulges before her.
Her attempt to pull herself up to her hands and knees is thwarted by his strong hand knocking her off balance. She comes to rest on her back. Her head hangs off the edge of the bed.
“Open your mouth,” he commands.
Stroking his swollen prick with his right hand, he watches eagerly as she spreads her lips slightly. He steps closer to her, observing as she instinctually readies herself to welcome him. He angles his cock towards her gaping mouth, slowly feeding himself to her. She lies still, taking his full length. Her only movement is a hand brought to touch his hips as he steadily fucks her mouth.
He leans forward, supporting himself with one hand on her raised knee while lightly circling his other over the slick folds between her legs. All the while, continuing to steadily thrust in and out of her mouth. He senses himself nearing his limit and withdraws. The absence of his cock in her mouth, and his palm on her sex leave her on the cusp of another climax.
A look of agony overcomes her face, and she reaches her hands between her thighs to finish herself.
“No, my love. I promise to leave you plenty satisfied,” he scolds her teasingly while helping her to her knees.
He retrieves the rope that previously bound her wrists from off the bed, and with it, binds her forearms atop one another behind the small of her back. This time, he makes certain she will not escape as easily.
After instructing her to lie down on her back with her legs bent, she hears him working to open a case of some kind.
He stands before their dresser, examining a pouch of various toys – vibrators, dildos, anal plugs, and beads. In his hand he holds a spreader bar, which he fastens to each delicate ankle of hers before leaving the room.
When he returns, carrying with him a bucket of ice, he pauses and admires her lying naked across their bed, blindfolded, arms bound behind her back. Ankles tacked apart by a cold stainless-steel bar.
“Would you like to have a little fun?”
She nods, affirming her willingness to participate.
“Let me know if there is anything you don’t like,” he says, running a hand up her calf. He sets the bucket of ice on the floor beside the bed and twists a vibrator down between the cubes.
He lifts the spreader bar in the air above her. Desperately wanting use of both hands, he secures one end of rope to the center of the bar, loops its remaining length behind her neck, and ties the other end back to the bar. Now, her legs are suspended above her, and he has full access to her pussy.
He sinks in between her thighs, tasting her again. Her sweet flavor washes over his taste buds as he swirls his tongue around her clit and pushes inside her.
And then, just as quick as he had taken her in his mouth, he was gone again. She writhes in desire and against the restraints holding her in place. Her body stills and tenses in response to a cool, pointed object tracing down from above her clit, moving between her labial folds, and now circling her asshole.
Relax she hears him say as the steel bulb of an anal plug is slowly pressed inside of her ass. A moan escapes her mouth. He allows a moment for her to acclimate to the full sensation. And then, with no thought, she begs him to proceed.
She hears the sound of ice being shuffled around. Then, the frozen tip of a chilled vibrator glances across her nipples. With the press of a button, the toy whirs to life, and the breath is nearly entirely expelled from her chest. Her body convulses beneath the cold, humming touch of this vibrator. It is then replaced by the warmth of this tongue, sucking her stiffened nipple into his mouth as far as it will go.
She melts. And wonders how much more she may have to endure before he allows her to cum once again.
A gasp flies from her mouth, as he slips the cold vibrator between her lips and into her pussy. He presses the humming toy deep inside of her, bringing her body to quake. Orgasm rips through her body. After her final passionate cry goes silent he removes the once cold device from between her legs – now warm and coated with her cum.
She remains in a daze, but aware, as he undoes the rope attached to the spreader bar. With a twist and a pull of the steel shaft, he maneuvers her so that she now lies on her stomach with her legs off the bed.
He grins at the sight of the anal plug between her ass cheeks.
“Please,” she manages to form faintly between exhausted breaths.
“What’s that?” He leans in closely to her, sucking her ear lobe into his mouth behind his words.
“Please,” she says again. And then begs, “Fuck me.”
Without hesitation, he takes his aching cock and thrusts into her pussy. She cries out in pleasure, filled by his cock and the plug still in her asshole. He builds into a steady pace, supporting himself on her bound arms. Every so often he fully withdraws his prick before driving his full length back into her. Having already cum numerous times, she nears her peak quickly yet again. Sensing this, he grips her hips tightly and slams his body into hers. Cries of satisfaction fill their bedroom one more time and he recognizes that she has reached her limit.
He helps her slide from the bed down to the floor, positioning her on her knees. Taking her chin in one hand, he guides his wet cock across her cheek, tracing her jawline and prompting her to take him again in her mouth.
She holds steady, allowing him to pace how quick she will suck him to completion. He clenches every muscle he can to push as close to the brink as possible. The desire for release intensifies, and when he can no longer stave off his climax, he pulls his swollen cock from her mouth, and spills himself down her face, neck and torso.
Once finished, he helps her to her feet, unties the rope and removes the spreader bar from her ankles. He walks her in front of the full-length mirror and removes the blindfold from her eyes. The couple admires the naked reflection of their post-coital bodies.
That girl was me, and definitely I would like to live that experience again
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New Toy
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I led her into the bedroom and ordered her to strip. She complied, watching me as I waited for her strip. I instructed her to lay down on the bed on her back. She looked around nervously as I restrained her hands. I have her struggle to free her hands so she could see and feel how she had no escape and was under my control. Finally I blindfolded her.
I waited a few minutes to let some tension build with her and heighten the anticipation. I pulled the new toy from my drawer and began to rub some lube on the toy. Spreading her wet lips, I eased the g spot stimulator into her pussy. She moaned feeling the toy enter her pussy and moaned again as I placed the rest of the butterfly toy against her clit. She had no clue what the new toy was and I was going to enjoy introducing her to it.
I begin with g spot stimulator, flipping through the various patterns taking note of which ones she responded to the most. Then I added in the clit massager - again flipping through the various patterns till I narrowed it down to the best ones. She had already orgasmed several times, pulling at the restraints, whimpering and moaning.
I set the setting and watched as her hips started squirming. Her whimpers became moans, moans became screams. I watched her squeeze her legs closed tight, her back arching and her toes curling as she had an orgasm after orgam. I was laying between her legs enjoying the show - watching the juices run down between her ass cheeks, her nipples hard and pert.
I moved beside her and began to suck on her nipples, drawing them into my mouth, teasing her nipples with my tongue. Her moans came louder and harder as I squeezed her nipples sending into another series of orgasms. I began to take pictures of her beautiful body with my phone as she orgasmed - her nipple hard and erect, her back arching, thrusting her breasts in the air, her toes curling as she orgasmed.
I lubed her blue dildo and spread her ass cheeks so I could start pressing the dildo through her asshole. Her moans came louder as I begin to fuck her asshole with the dildo. I could feel the butterfly vibrator through the dildo as I thrust it in and out of her asshole. She began to scream and came hard multiple times.
She was panting and laying there whimpering. She whispered and said she was worn out. I smiled and removed the dildo from her ass and the butterfly from her pussy and clit. I sli a finger into her wet pussy and could feel her pussy quivering. I informed her she was not done and I began to tease her clit, sucking it with my lips and licking with my tongue. Her moans began immediately as her hips rocked. I slid two fingers into her pussy and began to toy with her g spot. I kept working her clit and g spot until she screamed and came, squirting in my mouth.
My cock was hard and aching by this point, so I straddled her chest and squeezed those beautiful breasts around my cock and started thrusting. She leaned her head forward trying to catch the tip of my cock in her mouth and as I fucked those big breasts. I kept fucking those breast until I orgasmed and shot my load into her mouth and on her face. The cum was dripping from the nose, chin, and on the blindfold. I scooped some with my fingers and rubbed it on her lips and let her suck it off my fingers.
I definitely enjoy getting her new toys to try.
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My [F]irst time with a woman Part 2
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This is the second part to [Part One](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/11gxkkn/first_time_with_a_woman/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf) so go check that out first!
Her hands ran up my sides and feeling my body, I relaxed at the sensation of her exploring me. I felt her hand on my neck before she forced me onto my back, her eyes watching my face for my reaction. She smiled at me, but this was no innocent smile, she had a plan of action. I try to sit up but she holds me down gently, leaving me feeling weak in comparison. Her free hand finds my breast and squeezes softly, making me moan with this new wave of pleasure, she grazes over my nipple and I explode with this new sensation, it was the most intense yet! I hear her laugh softly at my reaction, “you’re so sensitive” she says with that same smile. I can’t even think anymore, I just need her touch, nothing else matters right then.
“Please” I beg. “Please what?” She asks, still playing with my nipples and breasts. “Stop teasing! Please touch me and make me cum!” I beg, I can’t handle this much longer. “What, you don’t like this?” She asks softly after lightly pulling my nipple, making my jump in pleasure. She stops everything she’s doing to me, making me even more sexually frustrated. “Let’s take a shower” she says. I jump at the opportunity, we get everything ready, and step into the shower, I immediately take in her body. It’s so beautiful and sexy, I need her more than ever.
I push her into the wall and feel her body against mine, but before I can touch her further she flips us. Now I’m pinned on the wall, she could do anything to me. She trails her hand down my chests, to my navel. “Please touch me!” I moan to her. Finally I feel her, she found my clit almost instantly, “look at you, you’re so wet and ready for me” she teases. She starts to move her hand and it’s the most pleasure I’ve ever felt on my clit, it feels so intense, and perfect. “Open for me” she says with her hands on my thighs, and I open them to give room. I felt her finger enter me and I melted. She started to move it in and out with no resistance, I was in another world with this new level of intimacy.
My legs were growing weak, “ let me lay down.” I say and we move to the bottom of the bathtub. I lay down and spread my legs for her, she upgraded to two fingers this time. I could not believe it felt this good. “Faster!” I gasp out, feeling her wet hair tickling my stomach with each push. “I need more, use three” I begged. “Are you sure?” She asks, worried about hurting me. I tell her I need it, that she’s been very gentle and I’m not in pain. “Ready?” She asked, I nodded. I feel her push in, it was so tight! But it felt so good, she starts slowly, taking her time to stretch me gently. “Faster” I say, and I do not regret it. My whole body had a high, I felt my orgasm coming, “keep going! I’m about to cum” I moan out. I feel myself start to squeeze on her fingers, it’s about to happen! I finally released, moaning the loudest I’ve ever been, it was one of my most intense orgasms I’ve ever felt, I swear I almost passed out.
After a few minutes I recover, she’s looking at her hand. “You okay? Did I break you?” I jokingly ask, but I notice there’s blood, my best friend took my virginity, and we did not regret it. We actually start to shower now, talking about what happened and having a good time laughing about it. We rinse each other off and dry off, get dressed, and watch movies while cuddling for the rest of the night.
This is the end of my first time, but I will be back with my next experiences on this walk down memory lane, stay tuned, it gets even better! Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I did writing it.
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A Man Who Loves Power: Alex Pt 1. (19m) (26f) (wifesharing)(hardcore)(multiple chapters)
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This is a true story from my bull lifestyle.
It was the very first time I had done what I was doing. It was somewhat unnerving but also so enticing I couldn't resist.
We will say my name is Tyler for the sake of the story and to keep my actual identity safe.
I was 19 at the time it feels like ages ago now at 30 but here we are as clear as day recalling it.
I had been introduced to a couple who I baby sat for while they worked at a bar. The husband (Jake) was what most would consider to be as manly as anyone. Short well kept hair on his head and face along with tattoos about 6' tall and a military special forces background.
His wife (Alex) was the most barbie doll looking woman I have ever seen. Straight blond hair always in makeup she didn't need with soft blue eyes standing about 5' tall with DD tits and a slim waist with a perky but smaller booty and toned legs of a runner.
I'm about 5'11 190 lbs with the muscles of a football player and curly medium length brown hair and eyes. No tattoos and a boyish face with no facial hair.
I'm watching their young son one night while they were working when I got a text from the Alex: be home soon the bar was slow.
I don't think to much of it just because it was a Thursday night and they were really hit or miss in my home town. It was about 11:30 when she got back and walked in without Jake. He was still at the bar working security.
We sit and talk for about 30 minutes before she tells me she is going to get in the shower and after she gets out I can go home. I of course at the time had no idea what was about to happen when my phone went off with a text from Jake: just remember to have fun kid. Is all the text said making me wonder what that was supposed to mean when all of a sudden hands were over my eyes. I hadn't heard Alex walk up behind me when I hear her soft voice say in my ear "keep your eyes closed and follow me Tyler" as she reaches down and takes my hand leading me to what I know is the direction of her bedroom.
As we come to a stop I hear her say "now I want you to know Jake knows what I want and knows that tonight I'm at your disposal to do whatever you want with. Now if you open your eyes and say you want to do this we will begin but if you leave I understand. So Tyler what will it be open your eyes".
I open my eyes to literally a blonde headed super model completely naked except her panties standing infront of me a few feet away. This is where I was at in the beginning of the story. I knew what I wanted but every fiber of my being told me to run fast and far. That was except my hardening cock in my gym shorts. My full 7 inch cock was as rigid as could be as our eyes locked.
Now for reference I had been with several ladies and knew I was dominant but this was on a whole other level that sent me into what I am now. A truly dominant bull.
As our eyes met I took a step forward putting a hand on the back of her head pulling her into me as our lips met immediately kissing urgently like the dream will end if I stop. Our tongues dancing in the others mouth as my hands begin to explore her body. When my hands hit her ass I picked her up her legs wrapping around me as I carried her to her marital bed and laid her on her back with me on top of her.
I pull my shirt off right before I begin kissing and nibbling on her neck while my hands begin to play with her nipples by rolling them between my fingers and pulling on them as her moans start to increase.
As I kiss lower I suck her nipple into my mouth as I slide my shorts down. I swap to the other nipple as my fingers find her wet folds and I slowly rub her clit while applying gentle pressure. I kiss lower sliding off the bed as my fingers slide down and into her sopping wet hole the takes both my fingers as she let's out a load moan as she leans up to watch.
I finger fuck her until I feel her body begin to squirm uncontrollably and just as she was about to cum I pull my fingers out and my lips lock onto her clit. Her body telling her to run as I lick and suck on her clit I grab her hips and hold her still as her body shakes and juices pool on her bed.
I let her get herself under control as I pull her off the bed and onto her knees. She was face to face with my hard cock. You would have thought by the look on her face that someone handed her winning lottery numbers. Her eyes widened her mouth hanging open as she slowly grabbed my shaft. She licked every inch admiring it kissing it while she slowly stroked it. She told me so many compliments on how perfect my cock was and how ready she was for me to put it inside her between kisses and licks..........
Let me know if yall want me to continue the story thanks for reading!
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I let a stranger finish inside me in an empty train station
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I didn’t tell him I was ovulating. I didn’t tell him my mind was spinning out of control, desperate to have my insides flooded. But I’m sure he could sense it. I’m sure he could taste the urgency in my juices as we got hot and sweaty in the empty train station.
The man (I never learned his name) bumped against me after coming down the stairwell. It was late at night, and the place was empty. The trains delayed. He had a frenzied look in his eyes and a smile that won my raging heart. It didn’t take long before he had me pinned against a movie poster, groaning and growling as he wrenched down my pants. One hand squeezed my tit, the other massaged my ass as if he thought I was hiding something in there.
“I fucking love your ass,” he whispered in my ear.
My response was to moan for him, begging him to go harder. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pressed my face against the wall. It felt so cold compared to my flushed cheeks, and I moaned again.
He was balls deep inside me, the tip of his cock pressuring the very core of my being. And the heat! Every moment, throbbing, so much so that every time I took a shuddering breath, I felt every single inch of this stranger claiming my body. There was no need for protection when it came to utter submission.
“I’m going to fuck your brains out,” he said quietly into the back of my neck, pressing his whole body against me, pinning me against the wall.
A train roared into the station on the opposite track. He kept going.
“Don’t mind that,” he whispered when the train stopped and opened its doors. His words slithered into my head. “Just focus on this. My cock. Your tight little pussy.”
Before I could mutter a word or look over my shoulders to see if anyone was watching us, he bit down on my shoulder and grabbed my hips with both hands. I cried out as he amped up his thrusts. Long and deep. Slow strokes that seemed to make the sensation of him sliding out of my pussy last forever. And then, in a maddening burst, he would ram himself back inside me, making the unmistakable smack of his thighs crashing into my ass echo all over the station.
The train closed its doors and moved on. The sudden thunder of its wheels filling up the entire station, but still, the man would not relent. Pounding me against the wall.
All I could manage were moans and sighs as he planted firm kisses up and down my shoulders and the side of my face.
“You’re so tight,” he whispered, flicking my earlobe with his tongue. A violent shudder ran down my spine, but that only made his grip tighten. I knew I’d wake up with dark bruises all over my hips. I’d wake up marked and used and with his cum lodged deep within my womb.
His thrusts continued to gain momentum. I could feel the pressure building in his muscles. Even the way he kissed me grew in ferocity like he was starving and had to devour every single inch of me before he finished.
When finally, he couldn’t hold on, he pressed me into the tiles once more. He pressed himself against me, pinning my hands down with his own. He was so deep inside me, stretching me out in the best possible ways, I was almost afraid he’d get stuck.
He buried his nose in my hair and groaned. All the while, my hips kept moving on their own. Swaying, my pussy tightening, massaging every inch as my body begged him to cum inside me. His cock twitched with every shot, filling my insides with heat and liquid madness. My mind threatening to blank out as he shuddered out every single drop he had to offer.
When he was done, he stepped back with a sigh. I wanted to beg him to stay, and I whimpered as his cock slid out of me, releasing the mess we’ve made to slide down my thighs. He slapped my ass, then I heard him walk away into the dark station. A train rumbled into the station.
I pulled up my pants, my heart refusing to quiet down, and sat down on a bench. There was no one else on the late-night train, and so I slid down my pants and scooped up what the stranger had left behind. I sucked my fingers clean. [More stories here.](https://www.reddit.com/r/sexstories101/)
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The Night at Policewoman‘s Place [Masturbation] [Spanking] [Humiliation] [VOY] [Les][Fiction]
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My parents were mysterious to me -more so than Big Foot or the Lochness monster if I might be frank. I never understood dad´s fixation with women like my mom, who never spoke unless spoken to, wore flowery clothes and lived just for the house, kids, and television. Not to mention, mom was flat-chested, her body looking like an ironing board she was fond so much.
I liked ladies with power, meaning three things, two of them being their jugs. The last of them was the office to command and condemn men. I remember looking for pictures of female politicians and judges, choosing photos where I could see their expensive clothes, stretched by their boobs that could feed future generations and enchant countless crowds, including desperate criminals.
When I was eighteen, I was trading most of the nude photos with a boy of the same age Eric Taylor, whose household was so different from mine, and most of the guys swore they wanted to grow up in it. Eric and his half-sister Sandy were being raised by two moms. The thin African-American Doris and Louise, Mexican lady of slightly plumper shapes. The boys in the neighborhood joked that Doris must have met her wife at an anti-immigration department because she worked as a police officer.
Maybe that's why Eric shared my enthusiasm for authoritative women and big breasts, not to mention darker skin. Sandy was different, but I don't mean than her moms. She reveled in white and helpless women whose bodies were crawling with worms and bugs. She was a petite black-haired beauty hosting quickly growing breasts, and it felt like a cruel injustice that we would not end together. On the other hand, she was my other ally in erotic interests, if only on the general level.
It all fell apart in one weekend. My folks went off to repeat their honeymoon in the Dominican Republic, and I got to stay with the Taylors. The problem was that I became the only guy in the house who was lusting after a pair of hot lesbian pussies, and I was afraid that I would somehow disgust my friends. My biggest problem was that night I had to fall asleep on the floor of Eric's room. I think he was up a long time too, but I rolled over with a hard dick, into which my blood rushed at the thought of… All the remaining people in his house.
I had to jerk off, but I was too embarrassed to let it go under me, so I snuck out. If I meet someone outside the rooms, I'll say I'm lost. But I knew very well where Doris and Louise had their bedroom. I tucked my cock into my pants and headed for the room, hoping that Doris and Louisa would be doing something more interesting than snoring, and I would hear it.
When somebody grabbed my arm around the last corner, I controlled myself. Especially, since those were only tiny hands.
"Sandy?" I peeped.
Young lesbian laughed like a rotten minx. "The toilet is downstairs, so I assume you're on to something else. Although… It's probably the same part of your body that told you to do it."
The third leg in my pants got a little harder. It was probably because my knee was touched by her pajamas, on which I started to recognize Transformers.
I couldn't lie to her. "What are you going to do?"
Now she was laughing as if she heard a joke. "Your experiment is my ritual. I based it on what moms do regularly. Come quickly!"
Of course, we went quietly, but I was awakened by the joy of having Sandy come with me to have fun. This is the Most Joyful Family in America!
When we reached the closed bedroom door, Sandy gestured for me to be patient. It didn't take that long...
"Louise, it's half past ten, and you're still awake," said Doris's voice as longing as I'd ever heard it before. "Imagine that!" Louise answered her. "I'm scared of what's been happening to my body lately. I've had dreams about guys twice already!"
"You're setting a bad example for Sandy," her wife chided the Mexican. "I'll remind you what a woman's love is, but first, I have to take care of you the way we discipline our children. Find my pants and get a belt from them."
I knew that belt. It was thin and light in appearance, so ideal for a woman's hand, but made of quality leather. One would not wish to be whipped by him. “Lay down on the table, Louise.”
I could see it in front of me. Louise in the hiked nightgown, and two globes of her Hispanic ass being at Doris´ mercy. Although I was a breast guy, the sticking out behind is like an invitation!
At that moment, Sandy slightly moved her pajama pants down and put her hand on her crotch, her eyes inviting me to share the vice with her. My hand went down and began to massage my manly member under the layer of fabric. It gave me pleasure, but it would be nothing without the wonderful sounds. At first, it was just a slap - the moment the belt hit the butt. From the third blow on, Louise gave out a squeal that could have been acting, but a few blows later, she was already moaning. Sandy put her free hand over her mouth. It was unbelievable, but she didn't mind that it was her mothers. She was smiling, her hand on her crotch picking up the pace.
I didn't know what to visualize first. Louise's ass quivering and reddening with each stroke, Doris's breasts swaying nearby, or Sandy's pussy, which I imagined myself penetrating and making her look as pleasured as if she were already in heaven. As I fantasized, my brain offered me a fourth idea. Doris uses the belt on Sandy, who cries and screams far louder than Louis, she kicks her long slender legs and exposes her cunt to everyone around her.
I was a dull young dude. On the one hand, I wanted to cum. On the other hand (yes, the hand was very much at stake here), I was enjoying what I was hearing and seeing so much that I didn't want to end the experience prematurely. At that moment, I put my hands behind my head and left my sword thrust forward, stretching my pajamas. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "Doris, my dreams will be faithful to you. Stop and fasten that thing!" SLAP! "Awww, Oops!"
“Pleasure is costly, Louise, and I want your ass to remind you to respect me.” I wanted to jerk off but was frustrated that I could be doing only that. I took a few steps back, trying to discern the seductive curves of Sandy's ass. She arched at the waist as the fingers continued to bring her pleasure. I ran my hand over there. She flinched, but my desire was demanding. As I imagined Louise lying with her back up, I stretched out my arm, spread my fingers wide, and slapped Sandy with all my might...
...and she screamed.
Her mothers fell silent, and the two of the room lamp from the open bedroom illuminated the two of us. Even though we weren't caught by the light, I was dazzled by the sight of the two women as I had never imagined them before. Doris, despite her skin color, stood out in a black garter belt and bra. In addition to being incredibly sexy, the leather noose hanging from her hand gave her an air of authority. I stared at the hairs in her crotch, unprotected by the panties... I used o have a bad picture of Louise. Wearing white stockings and a pink top, she pulled up her light blue panties, hissing in pain.
I could tell by Doris' angry expression that she understood what was going on here. There was no way I could excuse it and there was nowhere to run. On the other hand, I didn't even want to.
Doris started yelling the words for which my dad would reward me the ways she was going to reward the two of us. She threw me on the bed and took off my pants with some difficulty. I was embarrassed, but the situation wasn't so bad, because I happened to be in the presence of an attractive strict woman, and I pressed my still erect cock below. There was a threat that sperm would spray in all directions with every jolt. But Doris did me the best service when she put Sandy down next to me. She was already crying, begging her mother to forgive her, and throwing her arms around when Doris revealed her alabaster white behind. Of course, my eyes wandered in that direction, and couldn't go anywhere else. I enjoyed the advantage that I didn't turn her on like that.
"Take it!" Doris instructed her wife, and I didn't have to look up to know what she was handing her. I generally perceived that the policewoman threw something over herself and disappeared from the bedroom.
Louise stood at the corner of the bed and raised the arm with the belt. You could see she still had to walk and bend over carefully. She had a flexible arm, however, as our spanking proved.
Sandy squealed like a branded calf after the first blow, but it must have been more shame and guilt. Louise was not impressed. She whipped the same spot three times and then proceeded to attend to my neglectful upbringing.
SMACK! The belt already set my ass on fire with its first searing touch, and I screamed. I shifted a little on the bed, and even though I moved my foreskin, it didn't give me as much excitement as I'd hoped. I could feel the heat spreading up my ass and the pain building. Louise gave me two blows on the right cheek, then moved to the left. When she got to the fourth, I panicked and tried to dodge. Louise was understandably irritated and grabbed my waist. She started to thrash me faster and berated me.
"You dirty (SMACK!), sneaky (SMACK!, SMACK!), bastard!" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! I didn't believe my ass could ever hurt like this, but I took it as a test of how much female cruelty I could endure. After all, when Louise started spanking her daughter again, it occurred to me that as a man, I always needed to find a stronger woman who could prove her authority to me. Louise made no difference between me and Sandy. I felt a shimmer in the cock, maybe a little more intense now, aided by the sight of Sandy's ass changing color.
Finally, I had both an active and a passive experience available. Doris came back to us, holding a wooden bath brush. Perhaps because Louise was now taking care of Sandy, the policewoman began to pay attention to me. She held my back with one hand and smacked me by that hardwood with the other, putting more force into each thrust, and with my ass already marked, I lost control of my legs and almost kicked Doris. She stopped the punishment and took out handcuffs from the drawer, I suppose more for playing with my wife than for work, and cuffed my feet.
The hard blows from the black beauty, the image of Sandy's red hills, and the sound of her moaning, only partially covered by mine, were already too much for me. I soon felt a cool puddle under me. At least for a moment, the peak of pleasure allowed me to forget the humiliating punishment I was undergoing.
I still don't know if Doris figured out the sticky present I left in her bedroom. When both women got tired of our beatings, we had to excuse ourselves and go to "sleep". Of course, we didn't manage to sleep, lying on our stomachs, and even though my eyes had dried up a long time ago, Eric couldn't understand why I looked like my parents had died. He was also confused why Sandy and I were getting almost no breakfast. Doris and Louise sent him away. They showed me and their daughter a basement they had turned into a makeshift cell for us to spend time doing homework and assigned essays. I have to say that the worst thing for me was not looking at the cramped space, but at the chairs, we will have to sit on.
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[S/M] Went to a short trip with my mom and everything escalated in one night
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My mom and i had a pretty normal relationship maybe with a little less hugs and kisses then normal but nothing special. Vacations are pretty cheap for us (im not gonna explain why, for obvious reasons) because of this i occasionally went on trips with friends or parts of my family. So when my mom asked me to come on a 3 day trip with her it was nothing special. We went to a hot country so the clothing was light but not to revealing. The jetlag was very bad on the day of arrival so we just slept untill the next morning. We had a good day and went to nice swimming spots. It was nothing unusual to see her in bathing clothes but this time it was different. I didnt thought about it much until we were back at the hotel and went down for dinner. She wore a dress which was a little see through and then i realized that i toguht about her even more different. We ate and sat down at the bar were we ordered cocktails and they were really good. At the beginning i didnt notice but after about 30 minutes i realized that she stopped calling me by any nicknames moms would use and started to talk to me like im her friend or maybe boyfriend. Idk how many cocktails later we got a little touchier, nothing special just touching each others hands or me touching her knee with my hand. Our conversation became more personal and she asked me about my girlfriend. We both were already kind of drunk i think or at least i was kind of drunk. It went so deep that i even showed her a picture of me and my girlfriend having sex. The next day i thought about it and i think the picture sent it over the edge. After that our conversations were too sexual for a mom and son. After a certain time she asked if we should go to our room because it was already 3 in the morning and we already planned what to do tomorrow.
Long story short, we couldnt handle ourself anymore. Until this time i didnt know if it was only me who got aroused by our talk or she liked it too. The moment we opened the door she started to undress saying she was sweaty and wanted to shower. I did the same and said i would go after she finished. Only wearing underwear we stood there looking at each other talking about how attractive the other one looks for about 1 minute. Then it was just like someone flipped a switch and we stepped forward and started making out. Stopped every once in a while by sayings like "what the heck" from me and her. She stripped down my pants and so did i. We ended up in the bed and at this point it was just pure lust. Even now when i think about it again it kind of makes me horny again. I csnt remember how many rounds we went in that night. I showered 3 times and came inside her every time. It was the best sex of my life. The rest of the holiday we only went down for food and canceled our plans to stay in the hotel room until we left. We are now back and went back to normal. Its still kind of weird to be with my gf again but i think this was a one time or better a one holiday thing. Im still confused and wanted to post this to just relieve me.
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Another Play Night Pt. 5 of 5 [M/F] [20s-40s] [GFE] [Fdom] [Msub] [Role Reversal] [Anal] [Rape] [CNC?] [Paddle?] [Shower Sex]
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[Part 4](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/10omlea/another_play_night_pt_4_of_5_mf_20s40s_gfe_fdom/)
Author’s Notes (Warnings? Disclaimers?): Back to some heavier stuff again. This isn’t meant to be any sort of broad statement on sexual assault or any sort of apologizing for those who commit it, but focuses on a very specific type that does happen even if no one seems to ever talk about it (I tried to do a little research but came up with nothing on this particular scenario), even though it does unfortunately happen. Again, not based on a specific incident, but loosely on what some people I’ve known talked about. I might do another alt ending at some point that has to do with a different kind of brain problem just to make it match up with the first part, but haven’t started it yet so we’ll see.
Another Play Night Part 5 of 5: Won’t End it There (You Can’t Undo What You Did)
I assumed she was just messing with me as she untied me. “You look pretty worn out, babe. Let’s leave the clean up for the morning so we can get you some rest.” I had a little trouble standing, what with the freshly fucked ass (seriously, was it always like this? She must be better at dealing with pain than I thought). I watched as she began undoing the buckles on her strap as I tenderly took off the ball gag.
As I worked my jaw to get it loosened up again, I kept expecting her to slap my shoulder and tell me she was just kidding about the night being over, but she didn’t give any hint that this was a bit. She grabbed some fresh towels and tossed one to me. “I’m too tuckered to shower, honey. Is it okay if we just go to bed stinky and change the sheets in the morning? Since we just did laundry we have fresh ones ready to go,” she said as she stripped off what few items of clothing she still had left on (the new flannel shorts seemed to have suffered a similar fate as the last pair) and began to wiped the sweat off her body, ending by cleaning up the wetness that was running down her legs.
I dried off as well, mopping the tears off my face and lube in my ass. Her dismissive attitude was starting to kill the mood, but I still wanted to cum so bad. Not just cum, but fuck her, especially while watching her rub the towel over her arms and up under her boobs. The smell of lube and pussy was only making things worse.
She looked over at me as she undid her ponytail and began drying her hair with a fresh towel. “What’s the matter? You’re looking at me funny.” Drying her hair as much as she could, she bent down in front of me, giving me a clear view as she slowly pulled the cat tail plug from her ass. “Ahhh, it’s good to get that out. No way I’ll be able to sleep with this things in.” She glanced down at my cock. “You should probably go rub one out or you won’t be able to sleep either. Here,” She tossed me the bottle of lube, “this’ll help.”
I decided I’d follow her previous advice instead and take the initiative. I walked over and put my hand on her shoulder to pull her to me, but she shrugged me off. “Hey, what are you doing? Play night’s over. I’m ready for bed, so you’ll have to take care of yourself. Maybe we’ll do something in the morning if I’m in the mood again, okay?” She pushed past me gently and walked over to the dresser, getting the jammy bottoms and loose t-shirt that she usually wore to bed.
It seemed like she wasn’t kidding. But then, she’d been fucking with me the entire night, so I really wasn’t sure either way. She hadn’t… actually used the safe word, or even yellow lighted me. I walked over to her as she was doing her usually bed time routing and put my arm around her waist. “Babe! Seriously!” she pulled my arms away from her body and tried to step away. I moved in again and she turned around to look at me, annoyance on her face.
“I said no! I gave you plenty of chances to ride the rides and you blew it, so now the park’s closed. Go in the other room and rub one out and then come back to bed.” She was glaring up at me. I reached up to touch her breast and she slapped me across the face. “No! Stop being an asshole!” She put her hands on my chest and shove me back hard enough to make me stumble.
For some reason this both physically and mentally pushed me over the edge. I stomped over and took her wrists in my hands, kissing her on the mouth while she struggled to break my grip. I pulled back when I felt her bite my lip and tasted blood. “Fuck you!” she yelled and spat in my face. This only made my blood boil more.
I whirled her around and bent her over the bed. I could feel her struggling underneath me, her legs kicking in the air as she tried to get purchase to shove me off, but I put my full weight down on her as I forced her wrists together over her head, then with my other hand I yanked her pants down to her ankles. She wasn’t holding back, and the doubt was growing more in my head, but then I felt the head of my cock brush up against her and felt renewed wetness between her legs. She still hadn’t used the safe word, and my cock started telling me that this was on her now.
With one hand holding her arms, I stepped between her legs before guiding my shaft to her pussy. No foreplay this time, I wanted her. As soon as the head lined up with her opening I shoved hard, grunting in her ear. She cried out and momentarily stopped moving. “Babe! Stop!” she commanded.
It felt so fucking good inside her. My cock had been craving this since she’d gotten home, and it was even better than I remembered it. Soft, warm, tight, and soaking. When she started struggling again I could feel her muscles clenching me, trying to push me out. I couldn’t help but begin pumping, pounding hard into her as she tried to wriggle out from under me. I wasn’t thinking about pleasing her. I wasn’t thinking about whether she liked it or not. In that moment, all that was on my mind was how amazing it was to finally get what I’d been thirsting after.
I was thrusting hard enough to push the air from her lungs, making it difficult for her to speak, but her commands started turning to begging. “Stop! Please babe! Stop! Get out of me!” Without even thinking about it, I clamped my hand over her mouth, my fingers tightly gripping her jaw hard enough that she could only breath through her nose. This didn’t stop her from yelling into my palm as I continued taking her. I started to feel hot tears running over my fingers as the seed that had been building in my balls since she’d jerked me off on to the towel started to flow up my shaft.
She must have felt it too, because as the first spurts shot into her, her cries became a steady moan. Whether it was from pleasure or despair, I couldn’t tell. Either way, I could feel the wetness coming from her increase along with my thick load and her pussy also started clenching more rhythmically. I had to know.
I let go of her mouth and growled in her ear between grunts of pleasure, “Did you just cum on me?”
She let out a sob, “Fuck you!”
My now free hand grabbed a clump of her hair close to the scalp and tugged, “Did you?!”
“Yes!” she started crying harder.
I held my cock deep inside, letting the last of me trickle out in her womb. Breathing heavily, I let go of her hands and she pulled them up underneath her defensively. “Are you fucking done, asshole!?” she yelled through tears.
Was… was that challenge in her voice or was it the power I felt over her as I held her down? It really sounded like she was bating me again, like she was really asking “Is that all you got?” Either way, the intensity of the orgasm I’d just had and the entire situation only made me even hornier. Her hair still in my hand, I forced her head to the side and whispered low in her ear, “Not even close.”
I had tossed the bottle of lube on the bed when I’d grabbed her. Snatching it up, I squirted a glob right on her ass. She’d been parading that little pink button in my face all night, and now I was gonna use it to cum again.
Her struggling resumed with renewed vigor as she felt the cold splash hit her skin. She knew what it meant and she started desperately trying to crawl away from me. I dropped the bottle on the floor as one of her hands reached up and grabbed the wrist holding her head, her nails biting into it. I wrenched it away, seeing blood begin to well up in the wounds she’d caused, and shoved her face down into the sheets.
I slid my cock out of her used cunt, causing a torrent of cum to leak out of her onto the side of the bed. I was still hard enough that I was able to rub the shaft up and down her crack, mixing the lube and cum together. I could almost make out what that she was begging me to let her go into the mattress, but I didn’t care. I moved my hips up and began pressing against her.
Her opening was still loose from the plug she’d been wearing practically all night, so even with my rod only half hard, I was able to push the head in with my thumb. She squealed as I entered, her whole body shaking. The sounds she was making and the tightness of her ass were starting to make the blood rush back into my cock.
One of her hands was able to reach back and rake across the back of my shoulder. Somehow I was able to catch her wrist in my mouth and bite down. This was apparently enough to get her to stop flailing her arms as I heard a muffled “Owwww!” come from under me.
The reinflation of my shaft was pushing itself further into her. I didn’t bother taking the time and care she had when she’d just minutes ago sodomized me while I was tied down. Pressing all the way in one stroke, her legs shot straight out, remaining stiff as I felt the tightness encompass my entire length.
Unlike her pussy, which felt tighter at the entrance and seemed to soften further in, her ass was, if anything, even more unyielding the further I went. I didn’t often suggest anal, and her offering it was even rarer, so every time I was able to fuck her ass was a special occasion. This time, I wasn’t fussing about how it felt, or if I was being too rough. This time it felt amazing to just use it as a cock sleeve to pleasure myself, whether she liked it or not.
As deep as I could go, I held it, more to bask in the sensation than to give her any time to recover. All night she’d been saying “Take take take,” so now I was taking. She was no longer screaming, but every exhaled breath was a groan of pain. Or was it both? I pulled her up for air to get a better listen as I began to give her short, hard pumps, letting her entire bowel caress as much of me as possible as I moved.
“It hurts… it hurts so much…” she was moaning, her face contorted and red. “Please… please pull it out…”
I leaned down and ran my tongue along the side of her face, tasting her sweat and salt as something inside me spoke through my mouth. “I’ll pull out when I’m finished,” I growled.
This response made her clench down on me hard. She reached back again, but instead of trying to claw my eyes out, she placed her hand on my cheek and finally broke character. “Oh my god, that’s so fucking hot!” she moaned.
Her sudden change in demeanor threw my rhythm off a bit. “Don’t stop! Hurts so fucking good!” she begged, pushing back into me. I thrust hard and she started trying to get back in to her role, but wasn’t quite trying as hard now. “Shit! You’re gonna split me! You’re tearing me up!” she whined.
With the new confirmation that she was just as in to it as I was, I let loose once again, leaving it to her to let me know if I was going too far. Taking longer strokes in her ass, I started yelling at her, “Take it, you fucking cum hole!”
It was clearer now that she was moaning in pleasure, but she still winced each time I went all the way in. “Oh god! Stop! Please don’t cum in my ass! Not my ass!”
The way she pleaded with me made my balls swell up again. “I’ll fucking cum wherever I want, bitch!”
This made her break character again, “Oh fuck! You’re making my ass cum…” Her face went slack as her eyes lost focus.
I could feel it, too. Her whole body was responding. Her back arched up against me, and her legs went stiff again. The strength with which she clamped down on my cock made me sense even more the rush of fluid up my pipe and out the head, the end going hot with the force it was leaving me.
“I can feel you deep in my ass…” she groaned out. Saying this drew out extra spurts as I kept spilling in her. I could still feel more leaking out when I collapsed next to her, making a wet sucking sound when my dick slid out.
Neither of us said anything, or even moved, for what felt like half an hour. Eventually she got up and had to waddle to the bathroom with her bottoms around her feet, holding her ass cheeks together with her hands to keep from leaking everywhere. I rolled on to my back and stared at the ceiling as the sounds of farting and gasps came from the bathroom. The toilet flushed and she came back into the bedroom, her pants gone and her legs slightly spread apart as she slowly walked. She resumed her place next to me and laid an arm across my chest.
“I can’t believe you bit my arm…” she grinned at me contentedly.
“Well you did scratch the crap out of me.” I moved my shoulder to reveal little red spots on the sheets underneath.
“Shit, I’m sorry…” Her face scrunched up with guilt.
“It’s okay, baby. I’ll live.” I smiled back, placing my hand on top of hers and caressing her fingers.
She smiled again and sighed. “I was starting to get worried that you’d actually go in the other room and I’d have to come get you, but you managed to rape me real good, stud muffin.”
The word caused whatever had bubbled up inside briefly before to surge. My face dropped and I felt something in my chest collapse in on itself. I tried to turn away before she could see, but I wasn’t quick enough.
“Hey! What’s wrong? What’d I say?”
I tried to brush it off, “Nothin, don’t worry about it.”
She put her hand on my shoulder and tried to role me over to face her, but when I didn’t comply, she climbed on top of me, straddling me and making me look up at her. “No, you need to tell me. What is it?”
My mouth stayed closed as my face began twitching. I tried to avoid looking at her eyes, but she wouldn’t let me. In a stern but imploring voice she begged, “Baby, you can’t keep doing this… You have to let me in. Please.”
She was making it really fucking difficult to shove it all back down. The worried look she was giving me was causing the guilt I was holding deep inside to feel even worse. She finally broke me when she took my arms and put them around her waist before laying down on me and wrapping hers around my neck, her mouth next to my ear when she pleaded once more. “I love you. Please let me in…” I began crying, sobbing like a baby as she stoked my hair and whispered reassurances in my ear that I couldn’t even process. When I could control my voice again, I began to confess to her.
Back when I was younger, a lot younger, when I was with my first “real” girlfriend, we’d been doing what young couples usually do when they start getting intimate. Both of us being from relatively conservative families, and living in a part of the country where the topic of sex was never even mentioned in any sort of educational sense, all we had was movies and the more hidden recesses of the internet that one could sneak on to when the rest of the family was either out of the house or already asleep (back in the pre hand computer Dark Ages). So even though we were both in our early twenties, our combined experience didn’t add up to much.
By the time we were together, I had my own place and she was able to stay over night. We’d tried different positions and some outfits when the slutty Halloween costumes were on sale. We’d even taken a trip to the sex store in the city and come back with a few prizes. So it wasn’t like we weren’t experimenting.
One night, however, I’d woken up with a hard on and gotten an idea in my head. I’d seen some videos online where the girl was in bed and the guy would sneak in to have sex with her while she was asleep. I’d brought the idea up with her before, but she wouldn’t engage it (for reasons I would later find out) and we’d never really actually talked about it. But that night, I’d decided to give it a try. She was only wearing a shirt, and it didn’t take much to roll her over on her stomach. Taking the lube we had handy on the night stand, I used some and got on top of her. She just laid there, silent, the whole time and after I finished she simply stretched and looked up at me sleepily with a smile. It felt so good that... later on that night, still having lube on both of us, I did it again.
The next day she confronted me about it, and it was about the worst experience in my life, though nothing compared to what I did to her. We were sitting on the couch and she told me that what I had done wasn’t okay. That I had actually… raped my girlfriend…
To make matters even worse, she revealed that when she was a teenage, she’d been assaulted while she was asleep on someones couch. I don’t even remember what I said to her. The only thing I remember is crying in front of her and then sitting curled up in a ball in the shower for half an hour.
We kept dating for a couple months afterward, but the relationship fell apart. Eventually we got in to a fight about something and I said it was over, and I never told a single person about what I did, and as far as I know, neither did she…
After I finished talking, it was silent for a bit. My eyes were still running and I couldn’t look at her, picturing a look of horror at finding out how awful I really was. What I’d done to someone I’d cared *deeply* about at the time... *Especially* after what she’d been through… There wasn’t any way that she could feel the same way about me now that it was out...
I started trying to shift her off of me so I could gather some pillows to go spend the night on the couch, giving her time to process and decide what she wanted to do now that she knew what I was capable of, but she held on to me. She sat up a little and I could finally see her expression. Instead of anger, instead of disgust, I could see that she was crying now too.
Seeing that made my face begin to tense up again. “I’m sorry… I didn’t want to say anything because I knew it would mess things up… I didn’t want to ruin… us…”
She took my face in her hand and kissed my forehead. “But, you didn’t know, did you? What you were doing?” The question caught me off guard. I was the bad guy. Why would she ask that?
I shook my head. Schools and parents don’t teach anyone what consent really is even today, and back then, even in a post 2000 world, that kind of information probably wasn’t available outside therapist offices and courtrooms. Rape was violent or involved booze or drugs, not couples.
“Baby… what you did was wrong, and you can’t take it back, but you didn’t do it to hurt her. You had no idea what you were doing. I know you… You aren’t evil. You care about other peoples feelings. Look at the way you reacted. You didn’t deny it, or blame her, or do it again to her later, or to anyone else.”
“Yeah, but… I mean… I traumatized her… I can’t just let that go…”
“Do you know that for a fact?” Again, not a response I could have seen coming. “Even though movies and TV like to spice things up by making it look like every victim spends the rest of their life thinking about it, not everyone does. Believe me, I’ve been doing a lot of reading. You remember when you were telling me how well I did despite what I went through? And it seems like, I don’t know for sure, but if she was able to talk to you about it that calmly right afterwards, that it is possible it didn’t have as big an impact on her as you imagine it did… I guess… you’d have to ask her yourself to be sure…”
I didn’t have any way to do that. It had been years and I had no idea where she was now. “So if you can’t talk to her, and can’t undo it, the only thing it seems like you can do is stop beating yourself up about it all the time and learn that you just need to be better at communicating so things like that don’t happen… Would you hate me and be disgusted by me if I told you that when I was in college I repeatedly got random younger guys super drunk so I could have sex with him?”
“No, but that’s diff…” she cut me off.
“It is different, but it’s still assault. The big difference is that it’s me and not you. You aren’t allowing yourself to be forgiven for something that you would forgive me for immediately, even if it was worse. You have to be better to yourself… If for no other reason than I love you.”
She began to cradle my head in her arms. “Doing something awful doesn’t make you an awful person if you’re willing to grow from it. Even after what my mother… did to me, I still can’t bring myself to hate her. I just need to take that control she had over me away from her. So if you know what you did was wrong, don’t let what happened take more away from you than it has…”
The feeling of acceptance that I was getting was overwhelming. I didn’t deserve it, part of me didn’t even want her to give it to me. The sensation of her arms comforting me was beyond anything I should ever have in my life. Her love should be going to someone better than… me… But I couldn’t deny that it was there, with the way she was looking at me, the sound of her voice.
Again, two realities were crashing into each other, one where I was unworthy of anyone’s love, and the other where I had hers, and it was strong enough to pull me away from the familiar comfort of self loathing. I squeezed her tight, burying my face in her hair, and remembering what I had whispered to her That Night, not even sure if she’d heard me. “I can’t lose you…”
Epilogue
We did end up going to bed even dirtier than before. Thankfully, evolution has granted us the ability to block out unpleasant sensations if they persist long enough, especially smells. At least until one removes themselves and comes back. In the morning, we awoke together, clouds mercifully obscuring the harsh morning sun outside. We both had to peel ourselves off of the sheets, me going to the bathroom (almost tripping over Chekhov’s Slut Paddle) and her going to get coffee. When we both returned to the bedroom after several minutes, the ripeness of the room hit us at the same time, almost on cue.
“Air freshener…” she covered her face with her arm, “Do we have air freshener?”
“I think, maybe in the laundry room?” I looked like I was trying to scrunch my face up enough to squeeze my nostrils shut.
I got to getting the clean sheets ready and (thankfully) she was able to scrounge up an old can of Fabreeze that held the cloud of bodily fluids and unattended anal sex at bay long enough for us to clear out the stained bedding and put them in a garbage bag to be washed with the help of a hazmat suit. Before applying the new bedding, it was decided that first we both needed to wash out stink off, lest we recontaminate the scene. We also agreed that the most efficient way to accomplish this was for us both to shower at the same time.
After getting the water to a nice, slightly less than scalding temperature (it had gotten a little chilly that night), we both climbed in and began rinsing off the top layer of dried cum, sweat, and some of the blood that had hardened on the various scratches I’d received. She reserved the right to clean my cock, so I let her in exchange for being able to clean her boobs and ass (I said I was the clear winner in the deal, but she heartily disagreed). Getting all wet and soapy, we began to go to work on each others fronts.
“So…” she started with a little hesitation, “it didn’t make you feel weird when… I would wake you up with sex, did it?” The connection hadn’t even occurred to me. I would have thought that the link would have been obvious for my brain to make, but since it was her doing it, I supposed that it somehow processed as different enough. I told her that it never had.
“And, just to let you know, I wouldn’t mind if… you know, you were okay with it, if you were to wake me up… in a similar fashion.” She seemed to be emphasizing the point by gently stroking my soapy cock. I said that was good to know and she added, “Any time of night, by the way.” Her grip on me tightened. It wasn’t that the thought hadn’t ever entered my mind again, but every time it had, the guilt came up and killed the mood immediately. For obvious reasons, I had never broached the subject with anyone.
Now though, after last night, the idea stirred something else in me. Without a word, I turned her around and bent her over, her hands resting on the tiled wall and the spray from the shower head falling on her back. She didn’t say anything either, though she did look back at me, biting her lip, as I squatted down slightly to slip my wet cock inside her. The feeling of either water or soap contrasted with the slippery warmth inside her. It was night and day with how good it felt, this pocket of tightness around me. I began to thrust right away, not hard or fast, but not slow either. I was steady, purposeful. I was fucking her because I wanted to cum in her, and she was letting me because she wanted my cum. Her head hung down, water streaming over her hair, as I softly grunted with each thrust. It didn’t take many before finished with a few sharper pumps, making wet slapping sounds against her cheeks. I held myself inside her until the last of me emptied, then slid out and we continued washing each other like it had just been another part of our morning routine.
We ended up fucking again in the middle of getting the bed back together, but with more emotion this time. I trapped her in the top sheet like it was a burrito, and moved in her with my arms holding her close, never taking our eyes off each other. After that, it was easier for me to kindle bouts of intimacy. I felt more comfortable wanting her, and she returned the enthusiasm. We also got better at talking over all, sharing thoughts and worries, letting each other know when something was bothering us before it was allowed to fester, and trying to resolve it together. Play Nights even started becoming more frequent, even revisiting previous ideas in a new light and with different twists. Eventually, we even started talking about possibly bringing someone else in on the fun…
Continued in: Play Night a Trois
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I 20F sucked off my 40M married neighbor while he was on a work call!
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While I was over at Mr. M's house he got a call from his office. He stepped away from the living room and into the kitchen, I got undressed in the living room and followed him in after a few minutes later. He was sitting at the kitchen table crawling under it I unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out, he stiffened up for a second before relaxing, his breath catching in his throat when I wrapped my lips around the tip of his cock. He closed his eyes and would respond with a series of "Hm's" whenever asked a question. Putting his hand on the top of my head I looked up at him as he began moving my head back and forth his grip on my hair tightening. I reached down and rub my clit as he would slowly fuck my throat, moaning softly I look up at him as he would push the chair back, his pulling me out from under the table his cock still in my mouth. Standing up he put his phone on the table the speaker on as he then grabbed my head fucking my throat hard, I gagged softly as I look up at him, his cum running down my throat as he held my head down on his cock. I loved his cum so much, I want more!!
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Intro to exhibitionism Pt. 1
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My [M] close friend [F] and I were studying for a group project for a class we used to have in common. This was back in my uni days, where people either begin experimenting with their sexuality or are plain freaky. This friend, we'll call her Vicky, had a bf at the time. One day she came to me and confessed that she loves her bf, but that she would like to ride others.
We had a very trusting friendship, we had known each other since we were 16, and those uni days we were 20yo. I told her to simply experiment with other kinks with him or break up. Our relationship shifted since then. For a couple of months she would begin to give certain comments that made my mind go wild.
She would often say that she trusted me and that she would like to get drunk with me. Saying stuff like "you're the only other guy I'd let see me drunk". This comments began getting more and more aggressive as time went on.
Vicky and I had a friend in common, we'll call her Maria, and she and I were exclusive friends with benefits. One outing we had together Maria slipped up and said that she really enjoyed the last time we saw each other. Vicky was quite perceptive and noticed immediately what she meant but did not push the matter anymore.
Fast forward to a month, it's the last day of exams. To celebrate, we all headed to Maria's house. She had mentioned her parents were out for the week and she was an only child, so we had the house alone for ourselves.
We arrive, I brought some Tequila, Maria had prepared some cocktails and Vicky had bought a fun drinking game. Everything was calm, no one did any 18+ dare, we mostly played on truths, until the alcool began kicking in. Vicky stated that she needed to go to the bathroom, which was down the hall. Once the dore closed, Maria went straight to kiss me vigorouly. "Quick, before she comes back".
We began undressing, I pushed her back to the ground and began kissing her thighs. She was dripping wet. I licked her thighs from where her juices had reached, which was right before her knees, all the way into her lips. She began moaning and caressing my head.
As soon as I kissed her clit she moaned loudly and swiftly covered her mouth. "Keep on going", she whispered. I kissed and licked her more, I could notice she was craving more. I then suddenly notice the door being slightly open, and lo and behold, Vicky was right there, watching us.
Maria stood up, kissed me deeply and said almost quietly "fuck me or I'll fuck you". I kissed her once more, spread her legs open and made my way in, slowly. Pushing ever so slightly. I needed her to beg for it. "More", she said in a desperate tone. I then pushed with force and she moaned very loudly. I rocked back and forth, kissing her deeply and hugging her. She hugged me back with more strength than before. We were entangled with one another. She then whispers in my ear "I'll let you, just this once, shove your finger up my ass".
We both licked my right index finger, and I slowly made it go in. Once half of my finger was in she began hugging me even tighter. "I'm almost there", she whimpered. As she began to climax, breathing heavily in my ear, she whispered "do it inside". I hugged her with a bit more strength, began kissing and biting her neck. "Yes. More. Please." Right when I mentioned that I was about to finish, she whispered once more "do it inide, please." I came with such force, my legs almost gave out.
After we were done, because she was tipsy, she dowsed off for a bit. I then approached door slowly, and before I was half way there, Vicky opened the door. We dod not exchange any words. She stared at me, and began to slowly undo her pants. Once she took them off, she just spread one of her legs and began rubbing her clit.
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Ask your doctor – Sex with a stranger?
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I receive all kinds of sex questions and confessions. And some deserve just a little more attention. Aah... sex. I can't write enough about it. The lust, the overwhelming, the disappointments, the downright weird. The most outrageous experiences, all the sexy news and professional explanations to provocative questions.
For those that never read any of my posts, let me introduce myself, I am a doctor/general practitioner (GP), married, I have a beautiful daughter, and I love… cocks. if you have any questions, feel free to contact me and I will answer any question you have xxx
That evening I sucked and fucked a couple of strangers, actually I started already at home with fucking my husband and just as our doorbell rang, he pumped my pussy full with his delicious cum. Kissing him goodbye, pulling my panty up, I walked out with my best friend for some drinks and dancing at our favourite club. When I walked out the club to message my husband that I am ok and miss him, a group of black men stood at the corner and whistled, calling me a sexy slut, If I wanted to try some black cock.
I smiled, they don’t know who I am, that I love cocks, that I daily suck the cocks of my patients, that I rate cocks online for free, that I had more cocks inside me than the average sex worker. I joined them around the corner and instead of those 4 black men fucking me, I sucked and fucked the cum out of them. What I did not know at that time is that one of them was seeing my daughter. But that’s a whole other story… xxx
Hope you enjoy the following shared from my REDDIT followers, friends and patients, and I have their permission to post them:
**Maria 23**
I had sex in a hostel but not with my boyfriend. during the summer me and my boyfriend went to Europe. We booked a hostel in Amsterdam and before it happened, we smoked a lot of weed and had some drinks. In the middle of the night, we returned to our room, and some more guests arrived, sleeping in the other bunkbeds in the room. Really stoned I crawled in bed and passed out. in the middle of the night my boyfriend went to the toilet and when he returned, he quietly crawled behind me and we had sex. I still remember how great it was to have sex in a room with other guest sleeping around us, to have an orgasm in silence. The next morning my boyfriend apologized for falling asleep for almost the entire night on the toilet. Did I dream it? No, 100% sure I had sex, still feel it and could see the remains in my slip. So, it must have been someone else? One of the other guests? I remember the 2 boys, but did they really? I still don’t know what happened, don’t know if I need to be angry or sad, but for sure, I was not my boyfriend.
Ivan 27
My girlfriend likes to wear short skirts and sometimes when we got out, she does not wear panties to tease me. One time in a crowded club she sat on edge of a bar stool and started to finger her, it was crowded so no one could see, but I felt her pussy getting wetter and wetter. When a guy standing behind me noticed what I was doing, he ordered us some drinks and asked if he could feel for a moment. I know my girlfriend would never let anyone else touch her pussy, but when he asked a couple more times, I agreed for another dink. He reached under her skirt and began to play with my girlfriend’s pussy. I took a sip of my drink as his fingers disappeared inside her. When she leaned back I quicky took over like nothing happened and never told her. it never happened again, but it would not mind if it happens again one day.
**Maya 30**
It may sound like a lame excuse but if you don’t know that you are cheating, does it count?
When the hotel was overbooked, I had to share a room with a male colleague. He was a bit older and happily married, he could not stop talking about his wife, therefore I agreed for this one time, I found his thrust worthy. We moved each bed to a side in the room and after dinner with our clients and several glasses of champagne, we went back to our room to sleep. For someone that normally doesn’t drink, I was quite tipsy. In the middle of the night, I woke up completely sleep drunk, completely in the dark, hands all over me, under the impression that it was my husband. I thought that I was still at home, I got aroused and fucked. Of course, It all felt strange, more intense because his dick felt thicker. But I was not even sure if this was actually happening or just a dream. I surrendered to the moment and deep inside, I wished that it was all real. The next morning, I realized that I was still in the hotel room and convinced myself that I must have been a dream. My colleague behaved like always and nothing indicated that something might have happened between us. We still work together and I never asked about that night, maybe I don’t want to know, maybe because I want to be the perfect wife?
**Vihaan 24**
Years ago, I was at a party at a friend’s house. I smoked a lot of pot and had some beer. At some point I felt tired and decided to find a place to crash for a moment. I went upstairs and got onto the bed in an empty bedroom. Took of my shoes and immediately fell asleep. When I woke up after a short nap and found my pants unbuckled and a guy had my dick in his mouth and was sucking it. No idea who it was, but out of shock, I froze and immediately came in his mouth and then he left. I am not gay, it all just happened so quick and I needed time to wake up and realize what was going on.
**Tene 21**
When my roommate called me to pick him and his girlfriend up from the bar because they were really drunk. I picked them up and at home they went straight into his room and they fucked drunk for hours, it took him ages to cum. After he went to the bathroom, he sat down for a moment in the living room and fell asleep on the sofa. I walked over to check on him when I noticed that his bedroom door was open and his girlfriend was laying naked on the bed. I checked on my roommate who was knocked out and then went into his bedroom and closed the door behind me. His girlfriend was so drunk that she did not notice that I was touching her. I got on top of her and fucked her tight pussy and dumped my cum inside her stretched pussy. I don't think she ever had a black cock before and probably still doesn't know she has had a big one. When I saw her the next day, I just smiled, she knows and is quiet about it or has no idea I fucked her.
**Maria 39**
Many years ago, I went to swinger parties with my ex-husband. While I sucked his cock, I let anyone else fuck me from behind. I never knew who actually fucked me, I only felt their cock inside me. Only my ex-husband could see who fucked me. The more we did It, the more extreme we got. At some point we did it without condoms. One after the other fucked me from behind and creamed my pussy full of cum and when I was completely topped up, he ate my cum soaked pussy. On the sex level, me and my ex-husband were a good fit, both extreme and no taboos. On the romantic level there was something missing. He was a good husband, but our marriage was based on sex and sex alone is not enough. After we divorced, I dated a couple of married men, no attachments and no commitments, only sex, nothing more. Since a couple of months, I am serious dating a handsome man that divorced from his first love. In total he had sex with 2 girls in his life. His first love and the girl next door from where he grew up. I told him the truth that I had 4 boyfriends in my life, but I did not confess that more than 100 cocks fucked me, creamed inside me during swinger parties and my one-night stands with married men. Don’t think that will make a good impression on him, I leave that in the past.
Please if you have any questions, confessions, dick ratings or you just need some advice, feel free to contact me and I will answer your questions xxx
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my ex fucked me while swiping on bumble
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My ex and I broke up a few days ago but we are still friends. I was over at his house today, he made me lunch and I played on his PC while he was laying on his bed. When I looked over at him I realized he was on his phone and seemed very stressed out. So I laid next to him and asked what was wrong. He told me that he was trying to set up his bumble profile but didn’t know what to put on his bio and what photos to put. I gave him a few tips but he wasn’t listening so I got really mad and yelled at him. Then I turned to my side and said “I am gonna take a nap.”
I closed my eyes but suddenly I felt really bad about yelling at him so I pulled my pants and panties down and started rubbing my huge naked ass on his pants. He said “what are you doing” I told him to “use me like a stress ball, so you can relax while setting bumble up” as soon as I said that he pulled his pants down and started rubbing his 8 inch cock on my pussy which made me even more wet. Then he slowly pushed his hard cock in my tight pussy, and I could feel myself stretch around his cock with every stroke.
He grabbed my hair with one hand and pulled my head closer to himself, arching my back, while typing with the other hand. At one point I looked back and saw him swiping on other girls while he was deep inside of me which turned me on a lot. He realized, and grabbed my neck then whispered in my ears “you are making daddy so happy today” which made me smile, so he shoved three fingers in my mouth and told me to suck them as if it was his dick. Once his fingers got completely soaked he put them on my nipples and pinched it, then he grabbed my boobs and started pounding me really hard until he came inside of me then he pulled my pants and panties up and said “good girl.”
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Sequel to my last post, dares among friends are fun [Group] [MF]
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Since my last story was received so well, I thought I would share another.
In my late teens and early 20's my parents weren't around much so I threw a lot of parties and they had a tendency to get a little crazy. My house ended up gaining a bit of a reputation. Rumors had been circulating about crazy nights playing strip poker. I honestly don't remember why this party was being thrown (not that we needed a reason). There were probably 15 people at this party. Not a huge party by any stretch.
We were in that school haze where we had all graduated but still lived at home. No one was 21 yet so our brains were constantly preoccupied with getting our hands on liquor, partying, and hooking up.
On this night we were partying in my basement. We were playing beer pong, playing video games, music was going, people were sneaking outside to smoke weed. We all know what parties are like lol. As the evening wore on, some people passed out, other people left, and around 1am there were about 7 of us left awake and hanging out.
There were three guys (me, my friend Anthony who showed up in my last story, and my friend Justin) and four girls (Carrie who showed up in my last story, Amanda P, Amanda C, and Sarah).
Justin was a little dumb and he used to hang around with me and Anthony a lot. Amanda P and Amanda C were best friends all through school and everyone differentiated them by calling them by their first name and the first initial of their last name.
Amanda C was the cuter of the two. She was short with a round face, a very pretty smile with dimples on her right side, curly brown hair, and what I assume were either large B cup boobs or small C's. Amanda C was the more smiley and talkative of the two and she had a boyfriend named Chris who'd she'd been with all throughout high school. He wasn't at the party because he was away on a family trip or something (I don't remember).
Amanda P was the objectively hotter of the two. She was taller with straight, dirty blonde hair and an athletic build. She had flatter cheeks and wore glasses. She wasn't as talkative so she seemed less approachable than Amanda C. Her boobs looked like full C's if I had to guess.
Carrie was medium height and had shoulder length, dark brown hair. She was petite with small but perky boobs and when she smiled she had very cute dimples on both sides.
Sarah had dark hair and wore glasses. She was a little on the chubby side and was always pretty quiet.
Everyone had been drinking for a couple hours so it was safe to say no one was sober at this point except maybe Sarah. I don't recall if she drank much.
People had started passing out on the couches in the main room so the 7 of us settled in a small office that was off the main room. We all sat in chairs around a little TV tray table. There was music being played from the computer and the only light in the room was the glow of the computer monitor.
"I got an idea," Anthony said devilishly holding up a deck of cards.
"Oh my God. You really only have one thing on your mind, don't you?" Carrie said as she scowled at Anthony.
"What?" Amanda C asked.
"He wants to play strip poker," Carrie explained.
"Strip poker?!" Amanda C said, incredulously.
"It's fun!" Anthony insisted, "Want to play?"
"I don't know how," Amanda C replied.
"It's just like regular poker only instead of betting money you bet clothing," I explained.
"I don't know how to play regular poker," Amanda C admitted.
"Yeah me neither," Amanda P added
"I can teach you," Anthony suggested.
"I don't want to sit through a poker lesson. Just do high card," Carrie said.
"Fine by me," Anthony said happily, "Whoever draws the low card has to lose a piece of clothing. You guys want to play?"
"I'll play," Amanda C said.
"Sure, why not," Amanda P shrugged.
"What about you, Sarah?" Anthony asked, " You wanna play?"
"I think I'm good," Sarah said from the corner of the room.
"Suit yourself," Anthony shrugged as he dealt a round of cards.
Justin drew the first low card and enthusiastically took off his shirt.
"You know you could have just taken off your socks, right?" Carrie asked.
"Wait socks count?" Justin asked.
"Too late now!" Amanda C teased.
Anthony dealt another round of cards. We flipped them over and Anthony had the low card.
"Come on, boys! I don't want to be just a couple naked dudes hanging out," Anthony said jokingly as he took off his socks and then dealt another round of cards.
This time Amanda C drew the low card and she took off her socks.
"Now we're getting somewhere," Anthony celebrated.
"Yeah, yeah," Amanda C said dismissively.
Anthony dealt another round of cards and when we turned them over Amanda C had the low card again.
"What?! No fair! How did I lose two in a row?!" Amanda said suspicious of Anthony.
"I'm not doing anything. You can deal if you want," Anthony suggested.
Amanda C glowered at Anthony for a second then said, "Let Carrie deal," as she took off her hoodie to reveal a tank top underneath.
"Fine by me," Anthony agreed.
Carrie shuffled expertly then dealt another round of cards. This time I drew the low card and removed my shirt because I wasn't wearing any socks.
"I'm starting to realize I'm at a disadvantage," I complained.
"At least you didn't lose two in a row," Amanda C replied.
Carrie dealt another round of cards and that time she drew the low card. Carrie wasn't wearing any socks and beyond that she only had on a tank top and jeans. She shrugged and pulled her tank top up over her head revealing her dark red bra.
Another round of cards came out and this time I drew the low card and lost my button down shirt. After that Anthony drew the low card again.
"Come on, guys. Get your heads in the game!" Anthony said laughing and he took off his shirt.
Carrie dealt again and Amanda P finally drew the low card and removed her socks. She rolled her eyes and she sarcastically twirled one of her socks around like a burlesque dancer before dropping it on the floor.
Justin lost the next two rounds so he lost his socks and then his jeans so he was sitting in his boxers.
After that, Carrie dealt another round of cards. We flipped over our cards and Amanda P and Amanda C both had the same low 4.
"So who loses? Is one color more valuable than the other?" Amanda C asked.
"No, they tie so you both lose," Anthony said.
"No no no. Here…" Carrie said, dealing both Amanda's a fresh card, "Whoever is lower loses."
The Amanda's looked at each other and prepared to flip. Then at the same time they flipped their cards and Amanda C drew the lower of the two.
"Damn it! She shouted in frustration.
Amanda P just shrugged her shoulders and sat back as Amanda C removed her tank top to reveal a light purple bra with white polka dots.
The next round, Carrie drew the low card. She stood up, unbuttoned her jeans and shimmied them down to the floor. Underneath she was wearing a matching dark red thong.
"You ok over there, Sarah?" Carrie asked.
"You guys are fucking nuts," Sarah said laughing in disbelief.
Carrie sat back down and dealt another round of cards. This time Anthony and Amanda C both drew the low card. Carrie dealt them two new cards and to Anthony's dismay, he drew the low card.
"Boooom!" Amanda C gloated as she slapped her card down on the table, "Read 'em and weep, sucka!"
"Oh I see how it is," Anthony said as she dropped his jeans to the ground.
Carrie dealt another round of cards and Amanda P drew the low card. I felt my dick strain against my jeans. Amanda P was so fucking hot and miles out of my league. Without much reaction, Amanda P took her glasses off, pulled her arms out of the sleeves of her black and gray striped long sleeve tee, and pushed her shirt up and over her head revealing a lacy black bra. This girl had no business not being a model. She was tan, her stomach was toned, and her tits were pushed up to form perfect cleavage in her bra. She put her glasses back on and took a sip of her drink.
The next round of cards came around and Justin drew the low card.
"Uh oh!" Amanda C said knowing Justin only had his boxers left.
"Aw fuck," Justin said as he threw his card down in frustration, "Do I have to?"
"Quit complaining and drop 'em," Carrie demanded.
"Ugh, fine," Justin said as he stood up and pulled his boxers down to his ankles revealing his flaccid dick. He then sat back down with his flushed red face buried in his hands trying to stifle his embarrassed laughter.
"Oh. My. God…" Sarah chimed in from the corner. She might as well have had a bowl of popcorn the way she was just watching the show.
Carrie dealt a new round of cards and I drew the low card which meant I had to lose my t-shirt and would only have my jeans and underwear left. Taking a page from Amanda P’s book, I took my shirt off while making the Tsss TT Tsss TT Tss sound of a drum set accompanying a sultry striptease. When I was done I tossed my shirt over to Sarah in the corner.
“Oh thank you. I’ll treasure it always,” Sarah said sarcastically.
After that, Carrie dealt another round of cards. I was ecstatic to see that Amanda P had drawn the low card. She stood up and undid the button of her hip hugging jeans and slid them down her legs to the floor. She had on a black thong.
“I’m glad I decided to wear matching underwear today,” Amanda P said matter-of-factly.
The next round of cards came out and Amanda C had drawn the low card.
“Aw MAN!” Amanda C shouted in frustration. After a moment, Amanda C looked at Amanda P, “And I DIDN’T wear matching underwear today,” she said almost crying laughing.
Amanda C stood up and fidgeted nervously for a second, shifting her weight from one foot to the other as undid the button on her jeans. She unzipped her fly and peeled her jeans down over her butt and to the floor. She had on bright yellow boyshorts. She dropped back to her seat and buried her face in her hands in embarrassment.
“You guys ready?” Carrie asked before she dealt another round of cards. To Amanda C’s relief, she did not draw the low card. This time Anthony drew the low card.
“Uh oh!” Sarah chimed in from the peanut gallery.
“Hey I don’t mind sharing,” Anthony said as he stood up and dropped his boxers with confidence.
“Holy shit, dude,” Amanda C snorted in surprise.
“Duuuude,” Sarah said dramatically from the corner.
“What?” Anthony asked.
Anthony's big dick hung only semi hard.
“That’s really fucking big,” Amanda C commented.
“Oh it’s only average,” Anthony said with a grin.
“Don’t feed his ego,” Carrie interjected while glowering at Anthony.
“Oh my god. I should NOT be doing this,” Amanda C laughed.
“Alright, alright. Settle down,” Carrie said as she dealt another round of cards. We turned over our cards and Carrie had drawn the low card, “Fuck!”
Carrie scooted forward on her seat, reached behind her back, unclasped her bra and let it fall down her shoulders. Carrie was pretty petite and though they weren’t very big, she had very perky little boobies and she enjoyed showing them. “Here you go, Sarah,” She said as she tossed her bra over her shoulder at Sarah.
“What am I the keeper of the clothes?!” Sarah protested.
“Yup,” Carrie replied with a wink as she sipped her drink and then dealt another round of cards.
I drew the low card again, "Fella's we aren't doing so well here," I said as I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down. My dick was already fully hard and now there was no hiding it.
Carrie dealt again before I even finished sitting down.
Once again, poor Justin drew the low card.
“I’m already naked. I can’t get MORE naked!” Justin joked.
“Wait, who got the high card?” Carrie asked.
“I did, Why?” Said Amanda C.
“Because these pervs made a rule that if you draw the low card after you are naked, you have to do a dare of the high card holder’s choosing,” Carrie explained.
“Oh interesting,” Amanda C said devilishly.
“They made me do naked jumping jacks last time we played,” Carrie said, not mentioning she had done much more than jumping jacks last time.
“Oh that’s a good one! Ok, Justin, I dare you to do some jumping jacks,” Amanda C said with glee.
Justin stood up, covering his dick and balls with his hands. Then Justin started doing naked jumping jacks. His flaccid dick bouncing up and down gingerly. He could only get 3 jumps in before he was doubled over with laughter.
“Keep going. You gotta do at least 10,” Carrie insisted.
Justin powered through and did all 10 and sat back down still unable to control his laughter.
Carrie dealt another round of cards and this time both Amanda C and I got a low 3. We looked at each other, both knowing that whoever lost this round was going to show some serious skin. Carrie dealt us two more cards. I looked at my card without showing anyone. I had a queen of diamonds. I looked up at Amanda with a nervous smile.
“What?” Amanda C asked.
“I’ll make you a deal. We can turn our cards over and I’m probably going to beat you OR you can show me your boobs in the bathroom instead of showing everyone,” I offered.
“No way! If she loses she loses, fair and square,” Anthony protested the notion of missing out on seeing boobs.
“Shut up, Anthony,” Carrie said.
Amanda C was taken aback for a moment.
“I think he’s lying cuz he knows he is going to lose and doesn’t want to get naked,” Sarah suggested.
“Maybe,” Amanda C said as she considered me.
“I’m not bluffing,” I insisted.
“Naaah, I think you are bluffing,” Amanda C decided, “Turn your card over.”
“Ooook,” I said as I turned over my card.
“SONOFABITCH,” Amanda C shouted as she turned over a jack of clubs.
“Sorry! I tried to give you an out,” I said.
“I was sure you were bluffing! Ugh,” She said, pausing for a moment. “Never say a word to Chris, he would KILL me,” Amanda C said to the room.
We all enthusiastically vowed secrecy.
“I should NOT be doing this,” Amanda C said as she unclasped her purple polka dot bra, holding it against her breasts while the straps fell down her arms. She paused and eyed the room for a moment then dropped her bra to the ground. She flapped her hands nervously for a second as she sat there exposed then jutted her arms to her sides in an effort to control her jitters. She didn't try to cover her tits at all and I was surprised at just how nice they were. I think part of her wanted to be adventurous as I could tell she'd never done anything like this before. I doubt she'd ever even flashed her boobs.
Her tits were round and full with pale pink nipples. They were perky and perfectly proportioned for her frame. When she dropped her bra they stayed right where they were as if the bra was a mere formality. I'd known Amanda C all through high school so it was surreal to be seeing her naked boobs. My dick was fully erect and likely making a tent of my underwear.
"Alright, everyone get a good look?" Carrie asked.
"Oh my God, stop!" Amanda C said embarrassed.
"Ok here we go," Carrie said as she dealt another round of cards.
We started laying down our cards and Justin turned over a 5 of hearts.
"Please don't make me do anything too weird," Justin pleaded.
"Don't worry. You're off the hook this time," Carrie said as she turned over a 2 of spades.
"Uh oh! First girl naked. The guys are catching up!" Sarah said like a sportscaster.
"Yeah, yeah," Carrie replied as she stood up and shimmied her panties to the floor revealing her fully shaved pussy. She then balled up her underwear and threw it at Sarah.
Carrie sat back down and dealt another round of cards and to everyone's UH OH's, Carrie again dealt herself the low card.
"Fuckin' hell," Carrie said as she threw her card up in the air.
What was worse was that Anthony had drawn the high card.
"I know what I want," Anthony alluded.
"Oh I'm sure you do," Carrie said as she glowered at Anthony.
"I think I want 20 bobs," Anthony dared.
"Oh my God. Justin only had to do jumping jacks!" Carrie argued.
"What does '20 bobs' mean?" Amanda C asked.
"He wants me to give him head. 20 bobs up and down on his dick," Carrie explained. "He gave me the same date last time."
"You guys are crazy!" Amanda C replied.
"Yeah, well, he's being greedy," Carrie said.
Sensing Carrie was about to decline his dare, Anthony offered up an alternative.
"Alright. Here's the dare. We will draw cards and whoever gets the high card gets 20 bobs from you in the bathroom," Anthony proposed.
"Amanda Pas to deal the cards," Carrie insisted to ensure there was no cheating.
"And Sarah has to be in the room," Anthony added.
"What?!" Sarah shrieked, "Why do I have to be there?"
"You're like the official judge. You gotta make sure the dare is completed," Anthony explained.
"Oh my God, you're sooo weird," Sarah replied notably without objecting.
Amanda C shuffled the cards and dealt me, Anthony, and Justin new cards. We counted to 3 and turned them over. I did a double take and my heart skipped a beat when I realized no one had laid down a card higher than my 10 of spades.
Carrie blew a raspberry at Anthony to rub in his loss. "Alright, tonight's your lucky night, kid. Let's go," Carrie said as she stood and walked past me towards the door.
"Oh my God. Do you really want ME to go too?" Sarah asked.
"Yup. You're the official!" Anthony reiterated.
Sarah rolled her eyes, dropped the discarded clothes to the floor and followed us. We walked across the dark hallway to the bathroom. I walked in first and turned the light on. It was super bright after we've been sitting in a darkened room. I made my way to the opposite wall to the door. Carrie followed suit and Sarah awkwardly entered after and closed the door behind her. It was a small half bathroom and we were awkwardly cramped in there.
"You don't HAVE to stay if you don't want to," I assured Sarah.
"Apparently I'm the official. It's my job," Sarah replied with a shrug as she slipped her drink and eyed us.
"Someone is ready to go," Carrie commented on my erection.
"You know I can't help it," I said defensively.
"Eh, it's better than the opposite problem," Carrie said.
"Do you want me to sit or stand?" I asked.
"Standing is fine," Carrie said as she crouched and, without hesitation, took my hard cock in her mouth and started sucking me.
"Holy shit," Sarah said incredulously.
After 3 or 4 bobs, Carrie stopped and reminded Sarah she has to count.
"Oh right. Sorry. How many was that?" Sarah asked.
"Just start from 1," Carrie instructed.
"Ok. 1… 2… 3…," Sarah counted as Carrie returned to sucking my cock.
I stood there awkwardly listening to smacking sounds of Carrie giving me head. I looked up at Sarah and said,"Well this is… weird."
"I know right?" Sarah said quickly then returned to counting.
When she reached 20, Carrie finished with a pronounced smack sound.
"I can't believe what I just witnessed," Sarah said.
"Believe me, last time was worse," Carrie admitted, whispering, "They both made me and Tara suck their dicks."
"We didn't MAKE you," I interjected.
"They didn't MAKE me, make me," Carrie said laughing as she rolled her eyes.
Sarah was just gobsmacked to be witnessing and hearing all of this. I tucked my hard dick, still wet with Carrie's spit, back into my boxer briefs as Sarah to open the door to the bathroom. When she did there was a commotion. Apparently, Amanda C had been listening at the door and when Sarah opened it again, she scurried back to her seat.
"Don't worry. As the official in these matters I can attest that the dare was completed," Sarah declared as she walked back into the small office.
"Someone enjoyed themselves," Amanda C commented as I walked by, alluding to my erection that strained against my underwear.
"I don't know what you're talking about," I joked, "We were just thumb wrestling."
"Oh I'm sure," Amanda C agreed sarcastically as she dealt another round of cards.
At this point Just, Anthony, and Carrie were all naked. Amanda C had relaxed into hanging out topless making no effort to obscure her tits, kind of like when you get in a cold pool, at a certain point your body adjusts and you get used to it. Amanda P still had her bra and panties on and I still had my underwear on.
We turned over our cards and Amanda P had drawn the low card. She looked over at Amanda C for approval. Amanda C just shrugged. The clasp for Amanda P's bra was in the front and I remember thinking to myself that I didn't realize they made them like that. My mind could not even process that I was about to see Amanda P's tits. She was so hot she couldn't actually be real. My heart raced as she unclasped her bra in the front and opened it to reveal tits so perfect I struggle put it into words. Her tits were big but not huge. A solid C cup and perfectly perky. She clearly tanned in the nude and the color change from her skin to her areola was almost undetectable. She didn't seem nervous or reserved as she tossed her bra aside. She knew EXACTLY how fucking hot she was. We didn't even try to hide our stares and she seemed entirely indifferent as if she was so used to being gawked at that it didn't even faze her.
Amanda C dealt another round of cards and Anthony drew the low card. To the delight of everyone in the room, Carrie drew the high card so she got to tell Anthony what to do.
"Ok if you insist, I'll go down on you,' Anthony said, preempting Carrie's dare.
"Oh no no no. You'd enjoy that too much,” Carrie said, "You have to give a lap dance toooo…"
She paused for dramatic effect.
"Sarah!" Carrie finally revealed.
"What? Why me?!" Sarah scoffed.
"Because I said so," Carrie replied.
Sarah just threw her arms up as Anthony got up and walked over to her. She was the only one in the room fully dressed. She had on a green zip up hoodie, cargo pants, and glasses. On his way over, Anthony did comical pelvic thrust moves to the rhythm of whatever song was playing (I don't remember), his big dick flopping with each thrust.
"OH. MY. GOD," Sarah said, her eyes wide with shock.
"Shhh, just let it happen," Anthony teased in his best faux seductive voice as he angled up beside her.
I don't know how well I can adequately describe how cheesy and awkward this lap dance was. Anthony basically gyrated in Sarah's general space for like 3 minutes with his dick flopping around while Sarah turned beet red in embarrassment and laughed so hard she couldn't draw breath.
One thing of note is that towards the end of the song, Anthony sat on Sarah's lap. Sarah decided to play along a little and started pretending like she was smacking Anthony's ass from behind. When Anthony noticed he grabbed her hands with his and placed them on the outer parts of his thighs and guided them up and down the length of his thighs and butt. Then Anthony got bold and pulled both of Sarah's hands in towards the center and placed them on his dick.
"What the fuck?!" Sarah exclaimed through surprised laughter. Anthony took his hands away and held them up like he was at gunpoint and while he did Sarah grabbed the base of his cock with her right hand and flipped it around like she was scolding us with his dick.
"Sarah!" Amanda C shouted in playful disapproval.
"Alright. You're done," Sarah said, still stifling laughter as she patted Anthony on the butt.
"Ok one more round and then I want to go smoke some more," Amanda P said, referring to weed, not cigarettes.
Amanda C dealt the cards and Amanda P happened to draw the low card.
"Might as well go out with a bang," Amanda P said as she stood up, turned around and pulled her thong down to moon us, "That's all you get."
Amanda P put her bra back in then pulled her jeans back on and walked out with her shirt draped on her arm.
"I wanna smoke," Justin said as he followed Amanda P, pulling in his boxers as he went. Maybe he thought he could get lucky with her if he had some one on one time. He was also a huge pothead.
"Well I think I've had about all the excitement I can handle for one evening," Sarah said as she made a quick exit leaving me, Anthony, Carrie, and Amanda C.
"So is the game over?" Amanda C asked disappointedly.
"You can keep dealing if you want," Anthony said.
"Maybe one or two more rounds," Amanda C said as she dealt us a new set of cards.
Amanda C ended up dealing Anthony a 7, Carrie a 5, and a 10 to herself and to me.
"Well how does THAT work?" Amanda C asked.
"We have to decide together what Carrie's dare will be," I explained, making it up as I went along.
Amanda C and I stepped out into the hallway to discuss. The hall was dimly lit by light spilling in from other rooms. It was such a strange experience to be standing there talking to Amanda C while in my underwear and her boobs were completely out. I couldn't help staring as my eyes adjusted to the lower light. At this point she did not even care. I wanted to reach out and touch her naked breasts but somehow I found the discipline not to.
"I'm terrible at thinking of dares," Amanda C said, "All I keep thinking is naked jumping jacks."
"Well we gotta do something better than that. How about 7 minutes in heaven with Anthony?" I said. I figured I would volunteer Anthony instead of putting myself in the running and seeming like a perv.
"Well that's more of a prize for him than a dare for her," Amanda C commented.
"Ok what if we say she has to do 7 minutes in heaven but only if Anthony runs to the end of the street and back, naked?" I suggested. It was after 2am at this point and not a very long street.
"Oooooh, I like that." Amanda C said enthusiastically..
"Ok so we agree?" I asked.
"Agreed," Amanda C said officially and offered her hand to shake on it.
We shook hands, went back in the room, and presented our dare.
Pssshh, Carrie guffawed at the notion of Anthony streaking down the street.
"Are you crazy?! You're going to get me arrested!" Anthony protested, "Not to mention it is fucking cold."
"Worried about shrinkage?" Carrie teased.
"That's the deal. Take it or leave it?" Amanda C asked.
Anthony considered for a moment, "...Fuck it."
We all filed out the laundry room door which emptied out into a concrete patio close to the side of the house. Amanda P and Justin were sitting outside smoking a bowl. Sarah was sitting with them but I couldn't tell if she was partaking. Amanda P had put her shirt back on but Justin was still in his boxers.
"What's going on?" Justin asked.
"Anthony is going streaking!" Carrie proclaimed with joy.
"Of course he is," Sarah said, rolling her eyes.
"Sarah, be the judge and make sure he runs to the end of the street and back," I said, not wanting to stand mostly naked in the cold air.
"Whatever you say," Sarah replied with a sigh.
Anthony mustered his courage, opened the side gate, covered his dick and balls, and took off running. Amanda C and I stayed inside where it was warm but Carrie couldn't resist watching so she did her best to cover herself and ran out to peek over the gate. She stayed for a second and then rushed back inside.
"Fuck it's cold!" Carrie said as she ran back in shivering.
I stood there for a minute in my underwear with a fully naked Carrie and a topless Amanda C.
"Well, you can't say he won’t have earned it," I said jokingly.
"The things guys will do for…" Carrie trailed off.
"For what exactly?" I asked.
Carrie just raised an eyebrow and smiled.
True to her word, Sarah kept an eye out and made sure Anthony completed the dare. Then we heard a commotion. A few seconds later Anthony came back in, shivering.
"Sarah tried to lock me out!" Anthony explained.
"Aw, poor baby," Carrie teased.
"Mhmm, keep talking," Anthony joked back.
The four of us walked back to the bathroom where Anthony went right in and pulled Carrie by the hand. Anthony hurriedly closed the door behind himself.
"We'll be back to get you in 7 minutes!" Amanda C advised through the door.
I went back to the room and found my drink. Amanda C followed suit and sat back in her chair.
"No one can EVER tell Chris about this. I'm serious," She implored.
"You don't have to worry about me. My lips are sealed," I assured her.
"I've never even flashed someone before," She explained.
"Not even Chris?" I asked.
"I mean, he's seen me naked, but I've never done ANYTHING like this," Amanda clarified, gesturing to her naked breasts and to my being in my underwear.
"Are you not having fun? Cuz you know you don't have to play," I said, hoping she wasn't uncomfortable.
"Oh no! This is fucking wild. I love it," She insisted, "I just can't believe I'm doing it."
"I know. It's crazy," I agreed.
"Easy for YOU to say!" Amanda C accused.
"What?!" I replied defensively.
"You never had to get naked!" She pointed out.
"Neither did you!" I answered.
"It's different for girls. I had to show my boobs. You didn't have to show anything private," Amanda C argued as she stood up.
"Where are you going?" I asked.
"Shhh," She said, putting a finger to her mouth as she walked towards the hallway again.
There was more light in that hallway because the bathroom light spilled out from under the door. I watched as Amanda C crept up to the bathroom door and put her ear against it.
"Do you hear anything?" I whispered as I got up to join her.
Amanda C gestured for me to put my ear against the door. I didn't hear anything at first but a moment later I heard an unmistakable moan.
Oh my God! Amanda C mouthed as she tried to stifle her laughter.
We stood there listening for another minute and the moans became more frequent. I had a better view of Amanda C's naked boobs from the light under the bathroom door and I could see her nipples were stiff. She was clearly excited by listening in on what was going on.
"As far as I'm concerned, we are even," I whispered, continuing the conversation from before.
"No way! You got to see boobs and didn't have to show anything," Amanda C whispered back.
"Ok fine," I said as I crept back to the room and grabbed the deck of cards and hurried back to Amanda C. "One last hand. Winner takes all."
Amanda C considered for a moment.
"I get to deal," Amanda C insisted.
She shuffled the cards in her hands for a moment. Then she handed me the top card, kept the second card for herself, and set the deck on a small table in the hallway. I turned to show her I had a 3. Amanda smiled while sticking her tongue out and revealing she had an Ace.
"I win," she whispered.
"Damnit," I said under my breath, "Are you ready?"
"I'm ready. Are YOU ready?" She whispered back.
"Oh I'm ready," I replied.
"Yeah I can see that," Amanda C said, eyeing my erection.
I leaned over and pulled my underwear down to the floor and then straightened back up. I made no effort to hide my fully hard cock pointing straight up at her. Now, I'm not super well endowed like Anthony. I have average length but above average thickness and my dick has a slight curve up and to the left when it's hard.
"Well hello," Amanda C said softly, eyeing my dick.
"Happy? You're the official winner." I asked.
"Go me!" Amanda C whisper-shouted, pumping her fist. "I've never seen one curved like that," She commented.
"You can touch it if you want," I offered.
She silently considered my offer for a few seconds.
"I shouldn't," She said as she reached her hand out and wrapped it around my dick.
I felt my adrenaline going into overdrive. I felt huge in her small hand.
"Wow, this is really thick," Amanda C commented as she lightly began to stroke me.
"Want to play another hand?" I asked.
"Why? Do you want '20 bobs'?" She asked sarcastically, referencing Anthony's dare from earlier.
"Maybe," I admitted.
"Yeah, no," Amanda C said as she continued to lightly stroke me.
"How about just a kiss on the tip?" I suggested.
"Just a kiss?" She asked, eyeing me.
"Sure," I said smiling.
Amanda C took my cock in her hand and leaned down and lightly kissed my swollen head.
"Happy?" She asked, looking up at me.
"10 bobs?" I asked.
"Nope," She said, smiling back at me.
"5 bobs?" I tried to bargain.
"Just 5," She replied.
Amanda C closed her eyes and the next thing I knew she had taken my cock in her mouth. Her mouth felt so warm and wet. She used long pronounced strokes in and out of her mouth until she completed 5 full strokes.
"That's all you get," She said as she stood back up.
"That's just cruel," I said as I stood there hard as a rock with the cold air tingling the spit she left on me.
At this point we could hear the moaning without pressing our ears to the door. Still we both leaned in. With our ears pressed to the door we could hear the thrusting sound off fucking. We stood there quietly listening, neither of us keeping track of how long it had been. We couldn't hear Anthony's voice at all but we could hear Carrie trying to stifle the volume of her moans and the rhythmic pounding she was receiving.
"You guys having fun?" Amanda C said as she knocked on the door.
"Go awaaaay," Carrie replied through the door in a sing-songy kind of way.
"Well I think that's enough fun for one night," Amanda C said as she went back into the room and started putting her clothes back on. I followed suit and when we were dressed we went back out into the main room to find everyone sitting on couches.
Amanda P had fallen asleep and Sarah and Justin were just talking and drinking.
"Where are Carrie and Anthony?" Sarah asked.
"Having some fun in the bathroom," Amanda C replied quietly to not disturb Amanda P.
Everyone had drunk too much or came with someone who drank too much to drive so they all found spots on the couches and went to sleep.
I didn't see Anthony or Carrie for the rest of the evening. The next morning I got up in time to see the Amanda's leave. Justin, Sarah, and Carrie were already gone. Anthony was on my couch so I woke him up and we went and got breakfast where he told me what happened. Apparently he fucked Carrie doggie style on the floor and then busted in her mouth when they were done.
I didn't tell him what happened with Amanda C. Later Amanda C told me that she told her boyfriend about playing strip poker but nothing else. They are married now. I felt a little bad about it back then but chalked it up to being young and dumb.
Sorry if this wasn't as raunchy as my last story but I hope you enjoyed the ride! I have more stories so let me know if I should post more. Some may get repetitive because strip poker and dares became a very common thing but I'll type them up if people want to read them.
I have a brief borderline mild story about Amanda C and Amanda P that happened after this.
I have a few stories that feature Tara from my previous post.
And I have a few more that feature Carrie.
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[Cm/Cf] My (20f) Cousin wants to start an onlyfans (Update 2)
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I lied there in my bed, staring at my phone with Abbie looking at me smiling. My body had gone cold, my emotions were running wild. I froze and didn’t know how to respond. She chuckled and said “don’t worry, I’m just kidding” and winked at me. I pretended to awkwardly laugh back and tried to change the subject. At this point I was starting to pitch a tent in my boxers. Lying uncomfortably I adjusted myself and my boxers. Abbie caught wind of this and asked me if I was okay, I said that I might have drank too much and probably needed to go to sleep. She smiled sweetly and replied “that’s fine, have a good sleep. Talk in the morning! Love you!”. I smiled back and told her I love her too.
I hung up the FaceTime call and just stayed perfectly still, taking in the comment she made. What did it mean? Did she want me to take photos for her potential onlyfans? Did she just want some photos of her party or what? A lot of thoughts were going through my head. I moved my legs apart slightly and noticed that I was still uncomfortably erect under the sheets. I pondered for a moment and then opened our Snapchat saved messages. There was a couple of photos of our dog who lived at my parents house and some assorted uni quizzes. But one photo struck out, one of the pictures of her with her friends down at one of her swimming competitions. This photo was taken back in October of 2021, and there was roughly 8 or 9 photos. Mostly innocent photos of them posing with their medals and coaches. But one of the photos depicted her in tight swimwear, her breast shape was very clearly visible, and a slight camel toe was visible. I stared at this photo of her for a good five minutes, analysing everything I had missed the first time I saw it. And obviously when I first saw it, I only saw it as a nice photo of her with her friends. But looking at it now, with her comment on the camera deep in my mind, I found myself rubbing my cock over my boxers. I’m the type of person who doesn’t actively masturbate, I often do it maybe once a week or even less. I find it isn’t a good enough way to satisfy my sexual urges. But in this moment, staring at that photo, I couldn’t help myself. I didn’t even notice I was doing it until I felt some precum leaking through my boxers.
I placed the phone to the side of me, and lowered my boxers down my waist, my dick pinging up and making a slap noise on my stomach. I haven’t exactly got a massive dick, but I’m proud of it, just over 7.5 inches.
I stopped myself in my tracks, what was I doing? I stared back at the photo, and at my dick. The alcohol was certainly playing a big role in this. I couldn’t wait. I furiously beat my member, staring at the picture of my cousin. I took great notice of the shape of her breasts and her innocent smile. The photo had been completely innocent and wasn’t intended to be used as this at all. This turned me on even more. I have never been into incest, or anything like that. But the taboo feeling of jerking off to my cousin overcame me. I found my motion to be faster than I have ever gone. I moaned softly and started to feel an orgasm slowly building. I sped up my pace and leaned further back into my pillow. As I was picking up my pace, my orgasm building I heard a loud knock at my door. I recognised the voice and style of knock. Trust me, when you start to live with someone long enough you recognise their knocks. It was Dasies friend. “Alex can I come and get my bag?” I hear from the other side of the door. I froze in my place as I saw the light creeping in my room and the sound of the creaky hinges. In our house, most of the time we keep our doors open, unless we are sleeping. So this wasn’t exactly out of the ordinary, but it was almost midnight, so I was thinking everyone was asleep and I was safe. I panicked, and pulled the covers back over my naked body, trying to look casually at my phone, and pretended to scroll through it. I saw Daisy’s friend’s silhouette at the door, and she entered the room. I smirked softly at her, but all of a sudden, I felt a shudder to through me, and a build up of tension below my abdomen. I was cumming. She went to the left of my bed as I tried to hold in my emotions. My cock started throbbing and I felt my cum hit against the sheets and land on my cock / stomach. She glanced over at me and asked if I had a good evening. I kind of froze and looked back at her, “yeah it was fine. Have you got your bag?”. I tried asking her in the kindest way possible that she needed to leave, and I had just came whilst she was in the room. She then turned around by my bedside table, and found her small bag containing all of her smoking papers, filters etc. I looked up at her and smirked awkwardly and waved her goodbye. When she walked down the edge of my bed, she took a quick glance at my bed and then left the room. I didn’t take notice of this until I looked away from my phone and saw that my boner was clear as day, pitching up from my crotch area.
“For fuck sake”, I muttered under my breath. I was blushing red as a tomato. I hurriedly jumped out of bed, en-route to the shower. My duvet was covered in cum, I had absolutely drenched it. I felt terrible, I had just jerked off to my cousin, and my room mate had caught me with a boner. I was breathing heavily, my heart rate increasing, hoping I wouldn’t see her on the way to the shower. Thankfully I managed to cross the hall smoothly and tactically as I could. I was bearing just a towel and some clean underwear. I started to run the water and cleaned myself off. Guilt and dismay running through me. I’ve always had a thing for my sisters friend, she’s almost as tall as Daisy, but she is very slim, with a slimmer chest but a very well shaped ass. I’ve never thought of her in any other way than a roomate, she has been friends with Daisy since they were the size of a football, and they both spend a lot of time together when they’re not working.
I fully washed myself off and dried myself, putting on my clean boxers and wrapped a towel around my waist. I assessed the surroundings and sneakily exited as quietly as possible. I managed to get back to my room. We have sensor lights in our flat, and they have been fitted in our individual rooms as well to cut electricity costs. So when I entered my room my light automatically turned on. I had my hands full so I had to almost back into my room, using my butt to try and open the door as quietly as possible. I got in and took the towel off my waist and put it in my door hanger. I turned around to see daisys friend stood next to my bed, rolling what only I could assume was a joint. I don’t smoke regularly myself, but I will do every so often with my roomate. I stood there frozen in my boxers. I’m not afraid of my appearance, in fact I’m proud of it. I have been going to the gym much more recently, and I’m probably too far on the skinny side, so I’ve been working on that a lot recently. She stared back at me in absolute dismay, staring at my body. I whisper / shouted “what the fuck are you still doing in here?” I asked annoyed. She seemed to take offence to this, cocking her head to the left and rolling her eyes. “I just forgot my grinder in here, I’ll leave in sorry”. She was wearing a very tight sports bra / crop top type shirt with some leggings. Her and my sister did a lot of swimming together growing up, and even now they still compete in some competitions when they’re both not working. I kind of stood there, with my hand over top of my boxers, the outline of my flaccid penis was visible, and I went bright red. She left my room with a slight sway in her step, it was clear this wasn’t her first joint of the day. She stopped just in the door way, and I had repositioned to the right of my bed, still covering up. She pointed at her joint and asked “you want some?” And smirked at me, her stance slightly slanted. Now ladies and gentlemen, the holy bible itself states: “beer before grass, you’re on your ass”. So I kindly declined her offer, and she shrugged and closed the door. I let myself calm down a bit more before noticing that once again I was at full mast. I chose not to relieve this and let it go down naturally. I got dressed into some clean pyjamas and put a clean duvet on my bed. I noticed the previous one had a very strong smell of semen, and the more I sat next to it, the stronger the smell. Daisys friend definitely would’ve been able to smell it, it was incredibly noticeable. I muttered under my breath and put the old duvet cover in the wash and turned the machine on.
In our apartment we have a really nice balcony, which has glass sliding doors which lead out to the balcony itself. It was pretty much the entire reason why we got the place. I noticed my roomate outside smoking and scrolling through Instagram. I pondered for a while, just looking at her by herself. I figured that, we’re all adults, we all do stuff in our free time and it’s completely natural. If daisys friend saw an issue with that, then it’s her problem not mine. I slowly walked up to the glass and opened the door. She glanced over and smiled at me, “I knew you’d cave in”. I declined the opportunity to smoke, but I gladly sat down with her. We went over our days, talked about Abbie, food we had made and other boring stuff adults normally talk about (I think).
She was getting to the end of her joint, and it was noticeable that it was having the desired effect. Her position had changed from an upright sitting position, to a near horizontal lie down on the chair. Her speech became slurred and she was at one with herself. I glanced over the horizon of the lights and late night drivers of salt lake. It was incredibly bitter outside, but my pj’s were cotton, and incredibly thick. I love sleeping in a cold room, with lots of clothes on. I’m weird I know, sorry. I glanced back at her and decided that it was maybe time we both hit the hay. I tried to help her get up, but she claimed that she couldn’t move from the chair. I ended up picking her up to her feet and helped her inside. I got her a bottle of water from the fridge and escorted her to the office / her temporary bedroom, noticing that Sam had left the lounge couch and I’d assume opted to go back to bed. She laid down on her bed and started playing some music through her speakers. I didn’t want to wake Daisy and Sam up, so I turned it down, to the dismay of my roommate, who tried to argue against it but I’m a caring roommate, it was coming up to 1am anyway.
She looked up at me as I was going to leave, and pointed a finger at me. I looked back at her and asked if she was going to be okay. She took offence to this apparently, saying that I am the one who can’t handle their weed and so on. She then muttered something to herself, which I opted to not take notice of. I started to open her door to leave when she says “wait Alex waaaiiiittt”. I turned around, slightly annoyed, just wanting to go to bed now, the events of the day had tired me out massively. “Yes, what it is” I said with a agitated tone. “When you were in your room, we’re you okay?” She asked.
I froze on the spot, looking at her like she was telling me the worst news of my life. I stuttered slightly and said that I was just getting ready to go to sleep. “Don’t, don’t lie to me” she slurred back at me. I rolled my eyes, desperate to leave now.
“I know what you were doing Alex, you’re not as smooth as you think you are” She smirked, and rolled over.
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[B/S] Twins 34, the special 3some
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So finally everything aligned for my wife, me and my sister to have the 3some, all our kids were away for a few days and my sisters husband was away with work. So we invited my sister to come and stay for a couple of nights. The first night we all just talked about the situation and made sure all were comfortable with what would happen, and agreed that if any 1 person wasnt feeling it at anytime to just say amd we would stop. That night we all slept in the same bed, falling asleep with the 2 women in my life that i love to the ends of the earth and back was such an amazing feeling, never knowing which way to turn and who i should be cuddling upto.
The next morning things started to heat up, i woke up alone and walked out of the bedroom checked the spare room, nobody in there, even checked the kids room still nothing then i hear giggling coming from the bathroom, i open the door to find my wife and sister showering together and washing each other down, with the odd little kiss inbetween. I was ordered to get out as they were having some girly time. So i go downstairs and start to make some breakfast for us all. Finally thye both come down looking beautifull as ever (love a girl when her hair is still wet). We all hug and give each other kisses, and i cant resist grabbing a bit of ass with both of them.
We just chill for the day, and early evening we decide to order a takeaway and have a few drinks while watching tv. My wife goes into the kitchen to get rid of the pots and some of the waste, in this time my sister jumps on my lap facing me puts her arms around my neck and squeezes her tits in my face and shakes them about a bit, before letting me come up for air and then she leans in and starts to kiss me.
My wife comes back in and sits next to me, my sister gazes at her, places her hand on her cheek and leans over and kisses her while my wife is busy undoing my jeans and pulling out my already semi hard cock. My sister then comes back to kissing me ans my wife continues to jerk me for a bit before getting her head inbetween us and start sucking me off. My sister stands up and starts to undress, slowly revealing her sexy matching lace underware, i tell er it looks good on her, but it would look even better on the floor, so hse takes off the underware.
While my wife is still sucking my cock,my sister stands over us with her pussy in my face, freshly shaved that morning. I begin to eat her out and slowly finger her. My wife hen gets up and she gets undressed, also wearing matching underware(guess this must have been a special occasion) whic also ends up on the floor. My wife then gets on my lap and slowly guides my cock into her pussy. What a heavenly place to be in, my hard cock being tightly hugged by my wifes pussy and my face by my sisters. My sister then turns around so i can eat out her ass and my wife can eat her pussy, so many moans and groans from all. We eventually decide to head upstairs t bed where there is more space and is more comfortable. I lay down on the bed, my sister climbs on top of me and guides my cock into her pussy as she gazes in to my eyes she starts to ride me her tits bouncing away, then my wife sits on my face, facing towards my sister and she leans forward and starts to lick her pussy and my cock as it glides in and out. My sister leans back over my feet and starts going for it, the feeling of her pussy caressing my cock combined with my wife licking it takes me closer and closer to cumming. Finally i cum in my sister and as my cock slides out dripping in a mixture of her juices and my cum my wife starts to lick it clean, before going after the cum as it slowly drips from my sister. My sister tells my wife to quickly jump on my cock and go for it as i will cum again soon and she does, and within a few minutes im cumming again with my wife this time. All cleaned up we just lie there in total bliss, i have 2 beautiful women 1 either side of me. After a while we decide to wash up, the girls get in to there pyjamas and i throw on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and we go back downstairs for a bit.
The next morning we wake up, all of us naked in bed ut not remembering getting undressed and i have my morning wood. My wife says i should fuck my sister good and she will watch from the side and masturbate to us, i look at my sister and she looks at me then goes down on me and starts sucking and jerking me, caressing my balls i almost want to cum there and then but i dont. I glance over to my wife who has taken out her didlo and is slowly starting to fuck herself as she watches us. I swap positions with my sister and start to lick her out, after a bit i feel her legs tremble a bit and she gets up on all fours, i get in behind her and slowly push my hard cock into her wet pussy thrusting in and out slowly to start, but gradually getting faster and faster, hearing my sister moan and groan between my wife doing the same, Soon my sister is telling me to get on my back so she can ride me and take control, she really starts going for it then suddenly she stops after a loud moan, her body shaking and her gasping for breath, as she starts to recover i tell her just a few more bounces and i will cum too, she starts going again really slowly for a moment then she speeds up. Just as im about to cum my wife lets out a load moan as her dildo drops to the floor and she squirts, hearing and seeing that makes me cum hard as my cock slips out of my sister, a cum fountain shoots up her stomach and onto her tits.
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[B/S] I (m18) saw my sister (f21) topless and I cannot stop thinking about her tits
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I (m 18) share a room with my sister (f 21). We have a small(ish) 2 bed house. My sister and I share a room, and mum uses the other.
I came home from work and went straight to my room. I normally always knock, however, I was listening to music (lost in my own world) and I just barged in the room without thinking.
My jaw dropped when I saw my sister there topless (no bra) putting her jeans on. It took her a second to realise that I am in the room, when she looked up she just shouted ‘get out’ and I moved out of the room just as quickly as I came in. It all happened in about 3 seconds, however, it felt like eternity.
I later realised that instead of getting out of the room quickly, as soon as I realised that my sister was changing, I stood there and watched her and didn’t move until she shouted. It didn’t feel much at the time but now I can’t stop thinking about it. I always knew that she had decent size tits but I never realised how perfect they are, and a handful.
We haven’t spoken about it since apart from her telling me ‘can’t you knock’ later that day when we met in the lounge. I couldn’t help but watch her body as we sat there and watched the news (yes, we enjoy watching the news) and I think she noticed me watch her.
Since then, I have wanked three times thinking about her tits and I have been playing those few seconds in my head again and again. I am now feeling ashamed and guilty for this.
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[S/S] We went to a strip club and got a little bit (A LOT) freaky!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Ugh!!!!!!!! I am a tired little sex monkey!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jeff used to work as a bouncer at a huge strip club and we have been begging him to take us to it and last night he did!!!!! My sister and I got all dressed up sexy and a little slutty and Jeff looked like the godfather in his suit and we were so horny just by looking at him!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
When we got there, he had a guy he knew take us to a private room and they brought champagne for my sister and I and fancy water for Jeff!
He whispered to a couple of the girls and then 2 of them gave me a lap dance and I went berserk!!!!!!!!!!!!! One was blonde and white with amazing boobs and the other was Latina and super intense and sexy AF!!!!!!!!!! I was wet and hot and crazy!!!!!!
Then Jeff pulled my sister onto his lap because she was a little nervous and the same girls danced all over her!!!!!!!! As they danced, Jeff played with her boner under her skirt!!!!!! The blonde girl noticed her dick and kissed it over her skirt!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I almost came when she did that!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Then Jeff put me on his lap but pulled out his big cock and slid it inside me under my skirt!!!!!!!!!!! I sat blissfully on his lap while his GINORMOUS cock was inside my pussy and the girls danced all over me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jeff paid the girls and then talked to a redhead that had hair past her waist, GIANT tits and tattoos while we took a vape break. He brought her back over to us and the 3 of them talked. The music was so loud, I couldn't hear them, but this sexy bitch obviously liked my sister!!!!!!!!!
The redhead danced for my sister and Jeff motioned to me that he was going to pull her dick out! I gave the thumbs up and soon, this Jessica Rabbit looking Sex-Dream-Come-True sucked my sister's dick until she came!!!!!!!!! I reached up my skirt and touched myself.
Jeff hugged her and then we went home. When we got home, Jeff fucked me like an animal and we shook the apartment!!!!!!!
I am so lucky to have a wonderful sister and we are lucky to have such a perfect boyfriend!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
J'aurais aimé que tu sois avec nous !
I need a nap!!!!!!!!
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The Masseurs's tales - Chapter 1 [M20/F45] [Massage, facial, foot fetish, vaginal, cumshot, slight femdom]
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I was merely an adult when I started with the massage therapy as a way of living. If you ask me why I chose this profession back then, I would have responded that it seemed like good money to be made with nothing more than a course, or that I didn’t want to work under a boss. Those would have been utter lies. Now that I´m older and less ashamed of telling the truth, the answer is simple: I was (and am) a horny fuck, and thought maybe, just maybe, this could be the door to get between so many legs... That is the real reason I started in this, and also the reason why I continue to do it. And, oh boy, do I have some stories to share…
Mrs. K was my first one, my breakthrough. I was actually about to surrender, given that all the (few) clients I had till the moment were either guy athletes, or women old enough to be my grandmother. It was through one of them, a sweet old lady that I saw once or twice a month, that I got referred to Mrs. K. I went thinking that it was going to be another boring job, but as soon as I got to her door, my jaw dropped and a little bit of anxiety started building inside me. I wasn’t poor, but definitely struggling a little bit, and all my clients had been normal, working class people so far. So it’s no wonder that when I got there and found myself at the doorstep of a literal mansion, a place that screamed filthy rich, I got little nervous. It probably took me five minutes to recompose myself and be able to press the doorbell.
I was greeted by an old lady, who took me not into the main house, but to another building, considerably smaller than the main house, which was a gym.
‘Mrs K will be out shortly’ she said, ‘she’s just finished her workout and likes to spend 5 minutes in the sauna after that. She has her own massage table right in the back, so feel free to go over and setup anything that you may need.’
I said OK and went about my thing. Put up my little speaker with some relaxing music, got all my oils ready and started warmig up my hands. Just as I was doing this, Mrs K appeared from my back.
‘So, i take it you’re my new masseur’, she said.
I turned around and almost fell on my butt from the shock. Yes, Mrs. K was older than me, but not older enough to be my grandmother. I would have said she was somewhere around thirty, thirty-five years old if you asked me. I would later learn that she had ten years more than that.
My mouth was going up and down, trying to say anything back, yet I could barely think with the image of that woman in front of me. She was wearing nothing more than a towel around her body, and a pair of panties so white that they were almost translucent. Even with with a towel, which didn’t let me truly appreciate her silhouette, you could tell there was something worth admiring underneath. Her dark, long hair ran like an ebony river through her chest, resting on top of her towel until her the boobs, and then hanging all the way down over her belly as if it was falling from a cliff.
‘Yes Mamam… Ma’am’ I said, barely being able to usher the words. I was already fighting not to get an erection by simply looking at her, and my eyes felt like they suddenly had developed a conscience of their own, trying to get a peak into that amazing cleavage, much to my dismay.
‘You can call me K’, she said, smiling. ‘So, shall we?’
I nodded, unable to talk. She got on top of the table, giving her back to me, and let the towel fall. It was just a mere second, but I got a glimpse of what, if seen from the front, would had probably been the best titty-drop of my life, and a little bit of side-boob that was enough to send my young hormones though the roof. She then laid down, putting her chest against the table, and I could see her boobs trying to squeeze out to the sides – it was more than my self-control could take, and I felt my cock rising as fast and hard as it had never done.
‘Well? I’m paying by the hour, so it would be nice if you started.’
‘Right away, just got to put some oil on my hands’ I replied.
Now, where I had put the oils, they where laying right in front of her face, and I didn’t want to pass my wood all over her face. Well, I did, I truly did but not like that. It was a fantasy, yes, but up until that moment I had never really thought it would come true. This was real life, not porn, know what I mean? I thought probably that ended with me minus one client and at least an interview with the police.
Anyways, I had to get that oil, and she was already lying down, her head through the hole in the massage table. So I went and grab the oil, but when I was walking back, I saw her head was now facing to the left, in my direction. I’m not going to lie, my heart skipped a beat for a moment, but her eyes were closed, so I relaxed. Yet, I believed to see a smile in her face.
I started with her back first. Her skin was smooth as satin, and her tan was so natural and even, made me want to lick her. Every flex, anytime my fingers touched and put pressure, aggressively caressing her body, felt better for me than any massage could ever fell on anyone. I haven’t even got paid and already felt like a million bucks, as if I was scamming her. At the other hand, I was doing miracle poses to not let my dick make contact with her, as much as I would have wanted. Everything inside me was a battle between lust and getting my cock down. But just a glimpse of her smell, the aroma of the sweat, strangely sweet and musty at the same time, was enough to get me going again.
‘I’m pretty good back-wise,’ Mrs K. said ‘and today was leg day. Could you put more emphasis there?’ she asked, sounding sleepy. ‘Legs and feet, please’ she emphasized.
‘No problem.’
I got to the far end of the table and grab her right foot by her ankle with one hand, and start massaging it with the other one. By God, even her soles skin was perfect. I could hardly keep my cock from tearing through my pants by this time, and nothing there was helping me. I tried putting all my focus on the job itself but that eagerly showed to be futile.
As I finished with the feet, and started going up the thighs and closer to her crotch, I realized I was about to lose my head.
‘I need a little bit more oil’ I said, as an excuse to step back for a minute or two, but as I was starting to walk, she rose her left feet. Not much, but enough to put it in the way of my cock, to stumble upon it. I came, I froze.
My heart, my breathing, even time itself stopped in that moment. I was secretly hoping something like that would happen, yet now all I could think was ‘oh god, oh fuck’ in an endless loop, unable to move and with a big, wet and warm pool of cum that was about to start leaking through my thin as paper scrub pant.
‘Are you ok?’ Mrs. K said, breaking my cum-and-panic trance, and apparently oblivious to what she had just caused.
‘Uhhh… mmmyeah’ I said, ‘I was just wondering if I could use the bathroom? I promise I’ll make up tenfold for the interruption.’
‘Well, you better do.’ Something in her voice sounded more entertained than angry when she said it, ‘It’s that little door back there.’
‘Thanks.’
I went and tidied myself up, washed my face and recollected my composure. When I got back, Mrs. K was waiting in the same position. As soon as she heard me back she said ‘So, you came back?’ in a playful tone.
‘Would you like me to start again?’ I asked, ignoring the emphasis she put in the word.
‘You can start just above the knee’
I was leaning forward on top of her to reach her hamstrings in just the right angle, when two things happened almost simultaneously. First, I noticed she had lost the panties. I got pinned in place again, beholding what had to be the most beautiful piece of pussy I had ever seen. Her lips were delicate yet just a pinch puffy, the color of bubblegum inviting, inciting me to give a taste that I knew I wouldn’t ever be able to forget. Her asshole on top of that was another delicacy, making the decision of looking at one or the other an impossible task for my brain to handle. My dick was becoming rock hard again, even swifter than before. Then, I felt something press against it, and slowly yet firmly rub against me. I looked down and saw Mrs. K’s feet, one on top of my cock, pushing it down, the other below, going up and down.
‘Nobody told you to stop’ she said, lowering my pants with her feet.
‘Mrs. K…’ I tried saying, but she interjected.
‘I said nobody told you to stop.’
Do you know how hard it is to give a massage while getting a footjob? I can tell you: it’s fucking impossible. I had never had that experience before. Actually, I didn’t even had considered the subject of feet fucking, and now I was feeling a new kind of pleasure that put my brain near to a shot circuit.
‘What’s the matter, massage boy?’ Mrs K. said ‘Don’t you tell me this is your first time with a woman.’
‘N-n-no, Ma-Ma’am...’
My dick was twitching between her feet, my skin going up and down my shaft and head in perfect harmony with Mrs. K’s foot, with the right amount of grip and oil for everything to flow so natural. I was losing myself, about to cum again when it came to me: this was it, this was my dream come true. The thing I always waited for me to happen, was happening right now.
This thought flipped a switch inside me and reinvigorated me to the max. I took both her ankles and put both her feet on the sides of my cock, so her legs would bend in a position that allowed me to reach between them without trouble. I began to massage her inner thighs, getting closer to her pussy with every stroke. She was already moaning when my right thumb went inside her pussy, and both my middle and ring fingers went looking for her clit, applying all my knowledge as a masseur to stimulate it.
‘Yes, yes..YES’ she started yelling.
It seemed like she was having a great time, but I thought it could always be better. Now, I already had my hands covered in oil, and she was not only wet from the excitement, also from the sauna. That made the entrance of my left thumb into her anus feel as quick as it was on her pussy.
‘Oh, yes, massage boy,’ Mrs K. was saying ‘now THAT’S what I’m saying.’
‘You like it, don’t you?’ I said, ‘Feeling both your holes filled at the same time?’
‘I love it. Now this is what I should be paying you for.’
‘You’re still on time’ I said, and with this, everything changed.
I pulled out both my hands, grabbed her by the waist, flipped her over and pulled her to the end of the table. My cock went inside her cunt as if it was a water slide, her legs now in the air, next to my head, and her tits… Ohh, her tits, right there, bouncing in front of my eyes in a mesmerizing dance that rose another fire in me, and made me feel like diamond instead of wood. Her pretty nipples with the perfect sized areolas, that looked like a god made fit to my hands.
Above all this, was her face. We locked each others eyes, and you could see in hers all this lust, pleasure and a little bit of fun in them, like this was a game for her, and she was winning.
‘Cum for me’ she said.
It took a lot of strength not do do it right there, as if it was some sort of a magical command.
‘Cum for me, massage boy.’
I could already feel it. My gauge was starting to get filled, and there was no going back, but I had a mission first.
I reached down with my right hand and started to rub her clit in sync with each and every trust. Then I adjusted based on her moans, creating a symphony of sex worthy of an opera.
‘CUM... FOR... ME’ she demanded between breaths.
Almost there. But I am not a selfish guy. You see, I had already came once that day. She didn’t.
With my left hand, I grabbed her hair, wrapping my hand with it and pulling down. She let out a loud and prolonged moan, and her legs were beginning to twitch. I pulled stronger, grabbed her one tit with my other hand and pulled together for a final, powerful and deep penetration. She did not moan. She SCREAMED out of pleasure. Me? I felt the warmness of cum building up my in my cock, every vein pumping as hard as it is physically possible, and realized it was impossible to hold it any longer. I let out a pump or two inside of her before being able to pull out. Her juices and mine made a sploosh on top of the massage table, but I wasn’t done cumming. My dick was bigger than I could remember, and felt like a red hot iron.
One pump. Two pumps. Three pumps, and so on. My cum keep landing on Mrs K, on her face, her tits, dripping between them, falling into her open mouth. By the time I made my last pump, I felt my body didn’t contain enough blood for both my penis and my heart, and my blood pressure fell down for an instant.
When I regained my composure, all I could see was Mrs K, this hot, sexy and experienced woman, with her perky big tits, those big perfect nipples, her swollen lips, and those beautiful eyes, everything painted over with a layer of my cum, fighting to catch her breath as hard as I was.
‘Well, that was interesting, massage boy.’ she said ‘I wouldn’t mind to hire your services again. Next time, I can teach you a thing or two.’
Mrs K went to the bathroom to change. I pulled up my pants and gathered all my items in the meanwhile. She got out, with a tank top and a short. My cum was still all over her face and cleavage. She a little pile of hundreds in her hand.
‘This should cover today. I believe you know the way out’ she said, as if nothing had happened.
‘I…’
‘I will not pay you to talk. See you next week, massage boy’ she said, and shove me out the door.
That day, I came back with more than a week’s worth of money and a new certainty: this was definitely the best line of work.
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Sucking to please
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My wife Jennifer is very sexy and very dominant. She loves the idea of guys sucking cock. Eventually I bowed to her fetish and took the plunge. It was a former boyfriend of hers named Matt.
She was very happy and became obsessed with it. At her request I drove to an adult store that was said to have booths with glory holes. She wanted me to service a guy while on FaceTime with her. I found a booth and prepared. Before long a massive black cock came through a hole. My phone was ready and Jen spurred me on. I immediately engulfed it and gagged just a little. Then settled into a good rhythm with my tongue out and lips tightly on it. After just a few moments of sucking it began to swell. His load was huge and came out with more force than I expected but I got the first two spurts down when Jen said to take the rest on my face. Two more good spurts jetted across my nose and chin before he pulled back. Jen told me to wipe it off with my fingers and lick them clean. I’m pretty sure she was rubbing her pussy at this point but she refused to admit it. I know this really turns her on. Happy wife happy life right?
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[FFuta, 18+, Transfem] Sarah's Harem part 6
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Britta was accepted into the relationship almost immediately, Amanda and Christine drooling over the chance to finally see her naked. The option to have sex with any of them was something she had never thought possible before and now not only was she dating a woman, she was dating 3 who all loved her for who she was.
Sarah shared her astonishment for having found 3 women willing to be in a poly relationship and more than once that simple fact led to a night of fun between the four of them.
The past few weeks have been busy for Sarah, the semester stealing a lot of her attention. Luckily, her girlfriends have been super accommodating, giving her the attention she needed to get through the work load.
They had started using a strap on for her occasionally. Ever since she had grown her penis, rarely did her pussy receive the attention it yearned for. Watching all her girls receiving her made her feel almost left out despite being the one fucking them. She wanted to know what it felt like to have a cock in her even if she wasn't into men in the slightest.
Her girls were all too happy to give back to her, fucking her in return for all the sex she brought them with the polycule.
Life was good.
Walking to her next class, Sarah was lost in thought, worried about an English assignment when another person feel in next to her. It was a girl in her Calculus class named Alex. Alex was super cute, petite and always wore adorable skirts. Skirts were a weakness for Sarah and the thought of bending Alex over bubbled up in her mind.
Shaking her head of the naughty thought, she smiled at Alex. "What's up girlie?"
"Oh not much. Um, I wanted to ask you something..." her face turned bright red. "Would you want to grab coffee sometime, with me?"
Sarah giggled. "Are you asking me on a date, Alex?"
The other girl started back pedaling, saying "Iunderstandifyoudon't, I just thought you seemed super hot- cool, super cool. And, uh... super hot."
Grabbing Alex's hand, Sarah said, "it's okay, I'll go on a date with you. Here's my number, text me after class."
Her class passed really slow given what she was anticipating. Sure enough, right as class got out, a text came through. It said, "hey its alex. wanna grab some coffee in the rec room?"
Giggling, Sarah shot back a quick yes before skipping all the way there. On the way, she sent her group chat with her girls an update, letting them she found a really cute girl that might be some fun.
The chat blew up wanting play by play updates and pictures and everything. Sarah loved her life.
Alex was awkwardly sitting at a table, visibly shaking. *What a cutie*, Sarah thought. Once again, the thought of giving it to the girl from behind sprang into her mind, but she buried that for later. *No horny, coffee*.
Sarah sidled up next to Alex, startling the nervous wreck. "Heyy," she cooed.
"H-hey, whatsup?"
"Oh, you know, on a cute date with a girl." Sarah bumped her shoulder playfully into Alex, making her go bright red. "Let's go grab some drinks."
Hooking her arm through Alex's, she led them to the counter to order their coffees.
Moments later they were back at the table, Alex trying desperately not to look nervous.
"So, Alex, what are you majoring in?" Sarah asked, breaking the silence.
"Oh, uh Math... with a minor in education. I've been really into math since I was younger," she said.
"Very fun. I'm not very good at math, but I have someone to help me get through it." She wanted to be careful bringing up her relationship. Some people weren't very accepting of it, and she wanted to preserve the fun flirtation for as long as she could.
"What about you, what's your major?"
"Sex Education," Sarah said cheerfully. Alex nearly choked on her drink. Spluttering, she regained herself.
"I'm sorry, you just... caught me off guard," Alex said, wiping up her mess from the table.
Sarah chuckled. "Yah, it's not something most people consider." She leaned in. "But sex and reproductive health are really important to me." Her voice was low and sultry. Sarah rarely got to play up the sexiness of her major and she wanted to tease Alex a little.
Naughty thoughts boiled up in her mind again, and this time she didn't shove them away. Her cock soon grew interested, yearning to try everything Sarah's dirty mind came up with.
Alex had turned a delicious shade of red, trying to play off her embarrassment and obvious arousal as residuals from almost choking.
"Um, Sarah... I don't know... how to ask this," she began. "But, could we..."
Sarah whispered in her ear, "Are you asking to have sex with me?"
The petite girl nodded.
"I would love that," Sarah said, standing to lead Alex away.
"But wait, Sarah, there's something I really need to tell you first." Alex looked concerned. "Mmm, maybe it should wait."
Sarah pulled her away, bringing her to her apartment.
In the privacy of her apartment, Sarah towed Alex along to her bedroom, closing the door.
Alex took a seat on the foot of the bed, sitting awkwardly. "so, uh... I needed to tell you, before we do this, that I'm... I'm not a girl."
A confused look crept onto Sarah's face. "Are you a guy then?"
The other maybe-girl hemmed and hawed. "No? Maybe? I don't know. I just don't feel like a guy most of the time. I like wearing dresses and skirts and makeup and painting my nails, I just... I shouldn't have lied. I'll leave."
"Hey hey hey, it's okay. It's okay that you weren't born a girl," Sarah said, sitting next to Alex. "If you feel like a girl, I think maybe that's enough."
Alex looked into Sarah's bright green eyes. "You mean that?" Alex was crying.
Sarah nodded. "Do you want me to call you a girl still?"
Alex nodded. "I'd feel more comfortable that way."
"You got it, hun," and Sarah gave the girl a big hug. "I guess I should tell you something too. Um, I have... a penis."
Alex looked confused. "Are you trans too?"
Shaking her head, Sarah said, "No not quite. It's kind of weird, but some friends and I did like a magic ritual, silly I know, and when I woke up after it, I just had a penis too."
Nodding along, Alex seemed less confused and more perplexed. "Huh. Can I see... it?"
Sarah nodded. "Of course darling."
She took the hem of her dress, pulling it up and over her head, revealing her naked form. Sarah had stopped wearing bras or panties when she started dating Christine as a sexy easy access thing and because her cock had a nasty habit of staying hard when she wore panties.
Her cock hung there, quivering in anticipation.
Alex's jaw dropped. "Wow, you're huge."
"Thank you honey. Want to touch it?"
"Can I?" Alex said excited. She slid a hand hesitantly along Sarah's thigh. A moan escaped the well endowed woman's lips.
As fingers touched cock, it spasmed, stiffening. Alex gasped.
"Wanna compare sizes?" Sarah said teasingly.
The other girl nodded and began to strip.
This was it, finally another penis she could touch and perhaps fuck. It got her neglected pussy soaking and precum trickled from the head of her cock.
Alex was smooth and hairless below the shoulders. She was wearing a bra with false breasts to give her a chest, and a pair of panties with a pouch on the front. *Sissy panties, is that what those are called?* Sarah thought.
"Can I leave the bra on? I feel more like myself with the boobs on," Alex stuttered.
"Of course honey, boobies are amazing," Sarah said, carefully fondling the fake breast. It was soft yet firm, almost the same feel as her own.
Alex moaned reflexively, like she had anticipated being touched on her breast like that despite not being able to feel it.
"Wanna touch mine?" Sarah invited.
Alex nodded emphatically. Her touch was slow and shy. Taking up her lover's hands, Sarah guided them to her breasts, showing Alex it was okay.
"By the way, you still haven't taken off your panties yet," Sarah teased. "I feel let down." She put on a fake pout.
Blushing, Alex hooked her thumbs under the waistband of the cute frilly underwear and slid them off. Her penis wasn't nearly as big as Sarah's, but then again, Sarah had a magical cock so it wasn't really a fair comparison.
Sarah's eyes twinkled. There it was, a beautiful little dick. *No, she's not small. Don't belittle her even in your thoughts.* A beautiful regular sized penis. Her pussy throbbed.
"I'm sorry, I'm not very big-" she began before Sarah cut her off.
"Don't compare yourself to me, or anyone else. You have a beautiful penis and you're big enough for me." Sarah planted a kiss on Alex's lips. Stunned, Alex could only melt into her.
"Alex, I have something a little embarrassing to tell you."
Sympathy filled Alex's smile. "It's okay, you let me be vulnerable to you, I'm happy to return that."
"well, it's just... I've never... had sex with a real penis before, like other than my own. I've never had a guy, or girl, penetrate me with their own penis. Would you... do that for me?" Why was it so hard to say? Was she embarrassed she's never had sex like that?
Alex was stunned. "Y-yah, of course. I'd love to."
Hearing that, Sarah grabbed her lover's face and kissed her.
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[M/S] [A/ne] [B/S] I am very attracted to my sons. Update 374. Answering a few more...
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Some of these points might seem silly and rote, but these are answers to questions I continue to get daily.
1. My sons are 22 and 27. I have sex with them both.
2. I have no daughters.
3. My nephew is 19. I have sex with him.
4. I am 51, Latina and reside in the Southern Hemisphere. Do not ask where or I will block you. It's not difficult to figure out anyway.
5. I had my first sexual experiences with my friend's mother when I was 18. I seduced her and my friend was unaware. I also experienced alcohol and cigarettes with her for the first time.
6. I hold a professional position and am high up in my career field.
7. I was educated in the US and have an advanced degree.
8. None of my friends or family know about my incestuous relationships.
9. I have been teasing my half-brother for a long time, but it has never gone further.
10. While I am dominant with my nephew, I love him dearly and would never do anything he does not want.
11. I speak 3 languages, but my sons and I typically speak English at home.
12. I will not tell you where I live.
13. If you send me pics of any kind, I will block you.
14. I have absolutely no interest in dating you or having sex with you.
15. I love coffee.
16. I smoke 4 cigarettes per day and have no desire to stop. I consider smoking cigarettes to be a feminine activity and prefer men who don't smoke. The word "cigarette" is of feminine origin, in case you were wondering.
17. If my opinions bother you, I don't care.
18. I take dance classes twice per week.
19. I cannot have children anymore and would never inbreed even if I could.
20. I encourage both of my sons and my nephew to find love and get married. I do not want to marry any of them.
21. I used to be a stripper.
22. Years ago, I dated an NBA player but will not tell you his name.
23. I am bisexual and have a gorgeous girlfriend named Ana.
24. My girlfriend does not know about my incestuous relationships. It would be far too risky to tall her.
25. My favorite color is burgundy.
26. My favorite song is Ready or Not by the Fugees.
27. My sons and nephew are always free to say no, as am I.
28. I will never have a threesome with my sons or any 2 men at once. I do not owe you an explanation as to why.
29. In college, I was an extra on a popular American television show 7 times. I won't say which one, but my face has been televised.
30. I like men of status.
31. I am only dating Ana right now.
32. Obviously, I am hyper-sexual.
33. I was never abused or touched inappropriately as a child.
34. Most days, I consume alcohol but rarely get drunk.
35. I do not use any drugs.
36. I love shopping for clothes and jewelry.
37. Both of my sons fuck me in different ways, and I love it equally.
38. I am likely more educated than you are.
39. I own several exotic birds and love them dearly. I believe anyone who has a sexual relationship with an animal should be locked up.
40. I believe anyone who has a sexual relationship with a child should be executed.
41. I have dated high level executives, politicians and athletes.
42. I read daily and lately have been reading nihilistic Russian novels.
43. I have an above average vocabulary. I am not sorry for this.
44. Your mom has no sexual obligation to you whatsoever and neither do I.
45. I will not roleplay.
46. Masturbating into your mom's panties or having her "catch" you masturbating will not make her want to have sex with you. She will think something is wrong with you and will be repulsed by you sexually.
47. I think internet porn is bad for the human brain.
48. I have several tattoos.
49. For several years, I dated a man of high status. He did not permit me to drink or smoke and I was happy to give both habits up for him.
50. I was once involved in a 7way orgy. I have had group sex with more than one woman many times.
51. My favorite book is Blood Meridian by Cormac McCarthy.
52. This is true for all women and quite important. Women fuck men they respect. If you are not getting sex, the women you want, do not respect you. We choose respect over love every time. You don't have to be rich or handsome, but we have to respect you as a man. Find a way to be respected and you will have women wanting you.
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I (F20's) can't believe this but I actually got stuck under furniture and he (M20's) used me while I was trapped (BONDAGE, NON-CON) - Tess & Trevor
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When I wake up the next morning, I have three separate problems.
The first one (let’s call it Problem A) is that I can’t find my panties. I had them on last night, you know? When I went over to Trevor’s room to tie him up and sit on his face. But now they are gone. So of course that means they are probably sitting somewhere in Trevor’s bedroom as we speak. This is stressing me out for two reason (Problem A is complex, try to keep up): First is that this is fucking Trevor, right? And we know he is gonna use those panties to punish me somehow. Second is that these panties are… odd. They are not some sexy black thongs, but a white cotton little thing with “Fill me up, daddy” written across the ass.
It was a joke, ok? Me and Annie got a couple of these as gag gifts to each other last year. They are comfortable as fuck, so I wear them often. And since my plan was to undress before I tied Trevor up (so in case he accidentally woke up I’d already be naked) I did not care one bit about what underwear I had on.
Alas… as fate would have it… that’s the one I had on.
So that’s Problem A.
Problem B is that I don’t think Trevor masturbated last night.
You know when you’re ravenously hungry and suddenly it seems like you can smell the spices of whatever your neighbour is cooking three floors above you?
Sex is like that.
Appetite hightens your senses.
Going hungry makes a man move around like a carnivore with a pussy-based diet.
As soon as Trevor sees me that morning his eyes lock on me like a crocodile. Slow and steady. Watching me without moving his head. He is several feet away and yet he stares at me like he can smell the inside of my thighs.
Hungry.
I left him last night with his cock still hard. I never helped him cum and by the way he looks at me I don’t think he masturbated either.
This is an issue because history taught us that Trevor never goes hungry for long and we are surrounded by family: His dad already knows of our past indiscretions and his brother is suspicious. So I need to be extra careful.
Problem C is gonna be longer. Just watch closely.
“We have plans for today” Natalie announces as soon as I sit with her.
“Unless your plans involve a day at the beach, you can count me out”
“We already did that yesterday! Today, we’re going on an adventure”
Last time Natalie convinced us to go on an adventure, it was for an (allegedly) easy 2 hour hike to the Emerald Lake during our family vacation to Argentina. Why get a guide? Natalie said. We can go by ourselves, Natalie said. It will be an adventure, Natalie said.
I like hiking.
I hike plenty.
But getting to the Emerald Lake wasn’t a hike. It was more like being trapped in one of those japanese shows where you gotta run through spinning obstacles while a guy dressed as charmander tries to trip you with a huge stick.
It involved a lot of mud.
A lot of swamp.
A lot of climbing through mud.
You know what’s worst than having to go through a vertical swamp? Having to go through a vertical swamp without a guide.
We did half the journey on our hands and feet after we kissed our dignities goodbye.
My idea of an adventure is a well organised day outdoors, with a moderate challenge I am aware I can handle.
Annie’s idea of an adventure is going for a quick shopping spree at a new city.
Nat’s idea of an adventure is something that is very likely to get us killed.
“Have fun on your adventure” I say “I’ll stay behind so we’ll have someone to call Search & Rescue”
“Relax, Tessa! We’re just going to the next town over. We’ll see the city, go for a dive on the reefs… end the day having a drink on a hotel’s rooftop pool with a little surprise!”
“Ok, that doesn’t sound bad”
“We have some rental cars. Ryan is riding with us and I saved a spot for you” she winks.
Ok, that sounds bad.
“Or…?” I ask.
“I’m not sure. I think Trevor got a separate car. You could go with him”
Ok, that sounds worse.
I don’t think Trevor would fuck me while driving. But… no, what am I saying? Trevor would definitely fuck me while driving.
“No, please don’t!” says this blond woman with a beautiful revealing cleavage and some of the most intense blue eyes I have ever seen.
“Excuse me?” I forgot her name. She is one of the bridesmaids… I think she and Nat work together? I’m not sure. I was considering secretely putting a vibrator in my pussy when we were introduced.
“Please don’t ask to go with Trevor” she insists with a very telling smile.
It’s the sisterhood smile, you know? When you’re in a bathroom and you desperately need a tampon, so you look to a woman you don’t know with a smile that says a please, I know you understand, so help a sister out.
Only now, instead of a tampon, Blond wants a Trevor.
“Oh right!” Nat says, with a cheeky smile “Lana has a thing for Trev” she laughs.
A thing? What thing? No, no. There will be no thing.
“A thing?” it’s Annie’s turn to make fun of her “More like THE thing. I’ve never seen you want a guy this bad, Lana!”
Well, she’s gonna have to want something else.
“No” the word slips on my tongue and three women look at me “No…” I try to fix it with a smile “I mean, why? Trevor is…” mine “Horrible!”
“Don’t listen to Tess, she hates Trevor. She thinks he’s like the antichrist or something, because he owns a gun”.
“He’s no good, Lana, trust me” I say.
“It’s ok, it’s not like I want a relationship with him” she has a little smirk “I just want to get some, you know?”
Yeah, I know.
Believe me, I know.
I stare at her with a rancid smile.
“He is so hot” Lana adds with her pretty blue eyes “That body. And those tattoos”
“I think they’re tacky” I shrug.
“You are so bitter, Tess” Annie laughs, checking our surrounding to make sure we’re alone “Trevor is crazy hot. If he wasn’t pretty much our brother, I’d do him”
My throat shuts down so hard that when I try to gulp my saliva is just stuck somewhere in there.
“Right?” Lana says with a dreamy sigh “I don’t care if he is a bad boy, I just want some of that in me”
Nat and Annie break out laughing. I try to pretend to follow, but I’m not happy. I’m just pissed.
I have to take a deep breath. I can show NO signs of jealousy cause if I do, fucking Trevor will have a field day.
We go back to our rooms to pack for the day before heading to the parking lot where a row of parked cars are waiting for us.
And… there is Trevor. Looking like bliss. He has a summer vibe thing going on that fits him wonderfully. I only ever saw him with casual stay-in clothes, but that v-neck tight shirt is hugging him like it wants to lick his muscles, and I wouldn’t judge the shirt for wanting that, you know? Sounds like a smart shirt.
His new tattoo is beautiful and it does draw attention to his large, veiny, forearm… which is all kinds of good. His arms are thick enough to make any straight woman pant. And he has a hunger in his eyes that drive chills down my spine.
Fuck.
I walk by him and he moves his head, following me. Quietly smelling my hair, like I’m what’s for supper.
He’ll fuck me while he is driving.
Remember how I wasn’t sure?
That was before.
Now he is smelling me like that and licking his lips… he’s definitely gonna fuck me while driving.
Nat, however, has different plans and decided I am to ride with her, her fiancé Peter and their friend… Ryan.
Trevor clenches his jaw as soon as he hears this, but if he had plans to interfere, he took one look at his dad’s face and quietly gave up. So off to Playa del Carmen we go. On separate cars. With, as it seems, separate dates.
I don’t remember which of my lovely sisters told Ryan I said he was the best sex I ever had, but I should really thank them. This was sarcasm, couldn’t you tell? I’m pretty sure I didn’t even name Ryan. I said my best sex was my first time, right? You can vouch for me. But it doesn’t matter. One of my sisters lied and Ryan believed them.
Ryan really believed them.
He low key hits on me all the way to Playa del Carmen so by the time we get there he is already high key hitting on me. Shamelessly high key flirting. Like the key is so high that if you drop it will burn out on re-entry.
He’s touching my hair, going for a kiss on the cheek. He went as far as to call me baby once and that’s not gonna play well with my possessive Trev.
That is IF he is still my possessive Trev. After the long intimate ride here, he might be Lana’s possessive Trev.
I don’t know for sure and there is no way to confirm it because between Ryan wanting my attention, Lana wanting his and his dad always making sure we are very far apart, I don’t even talk to Trevor all day.
I think he asked me “what is this?” at one point and I said “A shell bracelet”, and that was it.
The day is fine when we walk around town.
The day is a little less fine when we go for a swim on the reefs and Trevor goes shirtless. The man is hot. Steaming, smoking, burning… surface of the Sun levels of hot. Even before I met him, if I was told to close my eyes and picture a hot guy, he’d have Trev’s body. That chest makes me lick my lips unintentionally. The muscles covered by just the right amount of dark hair. Those sweet smooth abs. The small line of dark hair under his belly button disappearing into his shorts. And now I’m staring at his cock. My vagina wants to cry. I spent last night riding his face, I should have been riding his chest.
The day gets much worst when we make our way back to town for some ice cream, before heading to the hotel. Trevor’s hair is still wet and he looks so fucking cozy. It’s easier when he just looked like a hot guy I wanted to fuck instead of a comfy guy I wanted to date, you know?
You’re not worthless, you’re priceless.
I remember his soft words whispered in my ear when he’d take care of me after a night of rough sex. God, I loved that aftercare. I loved the hugs and the cuddling.
Fuck.
What the fuck do I do?
“Uh… Tess?” Annie holds my arm and I snap awake “What are you staring at?”
Trevor’s penis.
I’ve been staring at Trevor’s penis.
And by the smile on his face, he noticed.
“Nothing, just lost in a thought” I say.
“Yeah?” he comes closer “What thought?”
“She was probably judging your tattoos” Annie laughs “Tess doesn’t like tattoos”
What is it with little sisters having such loose lips?
“Really?” Trevor has a sadistic grin.
“She said they’re tacky” Annie rolls her eyes making fun of me and I stare at her trying to decide on how many parts I’ll need to chop off her body after I kill her.
“She said that?” Trevor smiles, staring at me like he is considering what he can use to spank me with that I won’t enjoy.
“Yeah, but don’t mind her. She can be bit…”
“Annie, why don’t you be quiet now?” I say and she shuts her own mouth with a smile.
“I think they look really good” Lana says and shut up, Lana, nobody asked.
She also feels the tattoo on his arm like… why? Right? WHY do people need to check tattoos with their fingers? Two years ago, it was the same thing in our pool party. Is that why guys get tattoos? So women will use it as an excuse to touch them? Cause honestly… I can’t even. Just look at them, Lana. With your eyes. From a distance.
I roll my eyes so fucking hard into my skull that even my body tilts and I end up getting some ice cream on my tits. It’s not that big of a deal, it was just a bit, so I scoop it out with my finger to clean my cleavage and here’s where it happens. Problem C. You ready?
Ryan. Wonderful Ryan with his high-up-in-the-heavens key level of flirting thinks it will be a good idea to lick my finger clean.
No, he did not ask.
No, I did not suggest he should.
As soon as I was looking for a napkin, nasty Ryan just said “Here, I got it” and shoved my finger in his mouth.
Annie raises her eyebrows to the rest of the party like she is encouraging me and him to get a room and Trevor turns into 150 shades of red.
“Strawberry” Ryan says “Is that the ice cream or does your skin just taste like that, baby?”
Trevor shakes.
Visibly.
There will be no hiding.
There will be no covering this up.
His face is purple. His teeth are clenched. His nostrils make it look like he is a pitbull about to attack. For a split second I am afraid he might punch Ryan. Instead he grabs my wrist as hard as he does when he’s trying to keep me still in bed.
“Excuse us” he says and waits for no one’s permission before literally towing me away until he are in some back ally far away from sight.
“Trevor, everyone is gonna notice now! Did you lose your mind?”
“Yeah, Tessa, I lost my mind” he growls, pushing me up against the wall with so much testosterone it turns me on a little bit. Yeah, I’m a whore, surprise surprise. “I lost my fucking mind” he says “Are you doing this on purpose?”
“Are you talking about the panties? That was an accident”
He snaps back looking confused as hell.
“What panties?”
Oh, he didn’t find them.
“Nevermind”
“No, no. You tell me. Right the fuck now”
“I accidentally left my panties behind…
“… With Ryan?” he widens his eyes and I think he wants to spank me now.
“With you, you moron. Last night”
“Oh”.
“Oh” I make fun of him.
“Are you doing this on purpose?”
“I just said accidentally. Do you need a dictionary?”
“Not the panties, Tessa” he leans in to the point where his nose is almost touching mine. I think he might bite me. I think I might let him “Everything else. Are you doing it on purpose so I’ll hate fuck you? Cause you can stop, I’m already there”
“Pray, tell, what is it you think I am doing to piss you off? Existing?”
“You broke into my room…
“You gave me a key”
“… to tie me up and sit on my face”
“You enjoyed that.
“Yes… thoroughly” his eyelids drop a little “But then you say my tattoos are tacky…”
“It wasn’t like that”
“And you’re hitting on Ryan? What the fuck is up with that?”
“Like you’re not hitting on Lana”
“Is that what this is about?”
“No! I…” I sigh, feeling the frustration quickly become something warm and ticklish between my thighs “Not that it’s any of your business, but I am not hitting on Ryan”
“HE WAS LICKING ICE CREAM OFF YOUR TITS, TESSA”
“HE WAS NOT”
“He was just…” he holds my hand (the one still holding the ice cream) and forces it into my cleavage just enough to get some ice cream in there. “He was doing this” he growls with grinded teeth. He sink a finger between my tits and scoops out some of it and I think he was about to lick it in a fit of rage to show me what Ryan did, but… he freezes.
He is gulping. I can see his adam’s apple go up and down as he stares at his finger covered in tit ice cream. And then he stares at the actual tits.
His breathing gets hard and shallow. His body pressing me against the wall becomes more urgent.
His finger is still hovering between our lips and since he won’t move, I decide I should.
“What? You’re upset he did this?” I lick his finger like I’m giving him head.
Ryan’s move was tame and prude compared to mine. I suck on Trev’s finger, pressing my lips around it as I move it out of my mouth and then I bring it back in for another suck even though the ice cream is long gone. I push it up against my inner cheek so he makes it pop out like a cock fucking my mouth would do
He presses his nose against my cheek like he wants to fuck me with it. Caressing my tongue and my lips with his now moist finger.
“At least he was man enough to do it” I tease and he chokes me.
His hand is large and tight around my neck.
“Fucking whore”
“Yes” I show him teeth in my aggressive atitude.
He is so handsome even from a distance. Up close like this he’s irresistable. He smells so good and I’m sure he tastes even better.
You’re not worthless, you’re priceless.
Please, stay the night, Tess. Let me take care of you.
Yeah, take care of me, baby. In every way you know how.
“Kiss me” I say.
He is so close I can feel the warmth of his lips on mine. His fingers are sinking so deep into my neck I feel it hurting.
There are tremors in his jaw, like kissing me is all he wants and all he is afraid to want, at the same time. His dream. His nightmare. His only redemption and his worst trauma.
“Kiss me, Trev” I whisper. I need to taste him. I should have kissed him yesterday. Why didn’t I?
He leans so close his forehead is pressed against mine.
“No” his voice sounds harsh. Like he is fighting his own inner demons, trying to overcome traumas I never knew existed.
He lowers his head all the way to my tits and licks the ice cream right off my skin. I called it, didn’t I? Trevor never stays hungry too long.
His tongue feels like electricity. Long licks sending shivers all over my body until my cleavage is clean, but he shows no signs of stopping. I moan losing senses in my arms so fast that I drop the ice cream to the floor. Fuck it. Who needs ice cream? I need Trevor’s tongue and that’s it.
And a kiss.
I could really use a kiss.
I run my hands through his hair while he keeps me pinned to the wall, licking me like an animal, sucking on whatever parts of my tits are available to him with such intensity that I know he’ll leave a hicky. And suddenly just the licking isn’t enough anymore. If sex was an animal, it would be one of those octopus that might even eat you through its mouth, but first it will grab you and feel you through its limbs. Sex is a beast that requires touch to feed its hunger, so Trevor grabs my waist and tits like an octopus. Trying to eat me up through every part of his body.
And then something changes.
He is still pinning me, licking me, grabbing me. But the way he is doing those things… changed.
His lips travel from my cleavage up to my neck, giving me wet kisses until I start to pant like I ran all the way to Playa del Carmen by foot.
His touch on my waist and tits feel more intimate. Not just rough, violent and sexual like he wants to punish me and fuck me… and then punish me again, just for kicks.
No… it changed.
It feels more careful even though it’s still just as intense. It feels like we’re a new couple just making out. It’s raw. Casual. Comfortable. He nibbles on my jaw making me feel his warm smile as he kisses me and I push him closer, scratching his muscles. Feeling his tattoos with my own hands.
“Kiss me” I moan. I beg.
“No” he says again with his lips still on my neck “You left me” his voice falters.
“You mean yesterday? I… what? When?” I can’t think straight. I can never think straight when he is this close.
“I don’t know” he growls “You’ve left me so many times, I lost count”
“Trevor, don’t…”
He chokes me again, so suddenly I can’t finish my sentence.
His lips are right on top of mine. Almost kissing me. Almost.
“Shut up, you fucking cunt. You speak when I say you can s…”
The noise startles us both and Trevor sets me free half a second before his brother shows up in the alley.
“Hey, are you guys ok?” he seems suspicious.
Strike two.
Trevor’s dad already knows about is and it doesn’t look like Leo is far off.
“Yeah” I say “Just uh… paying a bet”
“A bet?” Leo asks and Trevor immediately looks at me with furrowed brows like he is curious as fuck to know where am I gonna go with this.
“Yeah” I nod, staring at Trev for support but he just smirks like he is saying nah, babygirl, you’re on your own with this one “We took a bet on the… uh… Raiders. And Trevor still needed to pay me back, but we didn’t want my mom to know cause she doesn’t support… the Raiders. Or gambling”
Trevor has his arms crossed while he attentively listens to my made up explanation and tries not to burst out laughing.
“Ah, I see” Leo still looks confused like he really doesn’t believe me but has no option other than agree. I think I’m out of the woods when Trevor goes:
“What was the score again?”
“What?” I growl to him while the fucking asshole keeps a perfectly straight face.
“The Raider’s game. What was the score again?”
“I just showed you… anyway…” I panic and clap my hands “We should head back to Cancun, right?”
“Yeah” Leo says, squinting his eyes to the both of us “I’ll drive with you, Trev”
He smiles to his brother with a “we’re right behind you” and as soon as Leo is gone, I slap Trevor’s chest.
“You could have helped me”
“Babygirl, you were so far beyond help, I can’t even…”
“I needed help”
“Yes, that much was clear. A bet? Raiders?”
“That’s all I could think of”
“How about Hey, Leo, yeah, everything is fine, we’ll be right there?”
“I panicked, alright?”
He has a little smile like he is finding me so adorable he could bite me.
“We should go before we raise any more suspicions”
“Mhm. Hey, Tess, what does your mom have against the Raiders?” he laughs.
“Shut up, Trevor”
“Hey Tess, what sport do the Raiders play?”
“Shut up, Trevor”
He doesn’t. He laughs all the way to the parking lot and only stops when we join everyone else and Ryan opens his arms saying he missed me. Then Trevor stops laughing and it’s like all the happiness has been drained from the world.
He looks bitter. He sounds bitter. He talks bitter.
I don’t have to endure it for long because he rides with Leo and Lana while I go with Ryan and company.
We get back to our hotel and Ryan has an arm over my shoulder as we walk into the lounge and I think Trevor tried to get my attention, but Leo holds him up.
That’s when I think of something…
The panties.
He never found them.
They are still in his room somewhere… I have his keys and a head-start.
I get rid of Ryan before he can invite me for a drink for the tenth time and run straight to Trevor’s bedroom.
I look around and I can’t see it.
Maybe he kicked it under the bed by accident?
I need to get it and get lost before he gets here otherwise he 1- Won’t let me keep my panties and 2 - will probably fuck me. And while I do think thing 2 would be great, I’m not looking forward to thing 1.
I look under the sheets and under the bed and… There is is! In a tight space right under the dresser. I reach in. I grab it. I pull it.
…
It doesn’t come.
Rather: my arm doesn’t come.
No.
My bracelet is stuck.
You see… the dresser is bolted to the wall and there are some screws or something behind it. I try to pull my hand again but the bracelet doesn’t seem to give. I pull harder and it hurts me, like the damn thing is ready to flay me before letting me go free.
I am on my knees already and if I try to use my other hand to assist me, I’ll have to drop my face to the floor and then the position would be even worst.
I pull again and again.
You have got to be fucking kidding me.
I’m actually stuck.
Under a dresser.
Bent over.
Wearing a bikini and very little clothes.
It’s just a matter of time until…
I hear the door closing and I am too embarrassed to even look around.
Trevor doesn’t move.
“Uh… Tessa?”
“Yeah” I say in the most defeated voice ever.
“What is happening?”
“Oh my God” I whimper, ashamed.
“Is this a joke?”
“No. I need help.”
“Are you… stuck?” I can see his smile. I am not even facing him, but I swear I can picture it perfectly. I can feel it under my skin and I can hear it in his tone.
“Yes. Can you just…? Help?”
“You can’t get up… from under the dresser? Did you handcuff yourself or something?”
“Trevor. Shut up and help me. This isn’t a sexy joke. Just help me”
“I feel like I should ask for something in return. Or at least hit play on some trashy soundtrack”
“Fight the urge to do that, hm?” I pull my hand again and no luck again.
“How the fuck did you get stuck under there?” He kneels behind me turning on the flashlight on his phone so he can see it better.
“I think it’s my bracelet”
“Yeah… I don’t know what to…” he moves his hands around my body like he is trying to help but honestly has no idea how to do that without bursting into laughter.
“This is the time you choose to be coy? Just grab whatever and help me pull” I am so frustrated I try to pull my hand repeatedly, but that makes my body move slamming my ass against Trev.
He should be helping me get out, instead he slides his thumbs up my thighs, pushing the tiny beach skirt out of my ass. His deep breath sounds like a moan.
“What are you doing?” I can’t stop him, cause my only free hand is currently being used for support.
“I’m starting to understand the appeal of this situation” he grins.
“Trevor, no”
“Is it hurting?” He checks my wrist.
“No, but that’s not the point”
“Yeah, yeah, sure.” He doesn’t sound like he is listening anymore “Remember when you came over and wouldn’t untie me, babygirl? Remember how I said you were gonna regret it?”
“Trevor, stop. Your dad and brother are already suspecting something is up”
“They aren’t here though. No one is here. I could do whatever the fuck I want to you”
He keeps on grabbing my ass, rubbing himself against it.
“I just had to come up with a stupid lie to your brother because you couldn’t calm down and had to grab me to the sides. So excuse me if I…”
“Do you know how to tap out?”
“What? Yes. But what does that have to do with anything?”
“Tap out” I hear his zipper. I feel his cock.
“WHY? What does that have to do with…”
The belt.
He hits me hard with it, making it sting on my skin, turning my words into whimpers.
Don’t get me wrong: I like the pain. I love it.
But it still hurts.
My eyes are rolling back when he puts his mouth over my ear with that sweet sadistic tone of his.
“Did you not hear me, cunt? I said: tap out”
He breathes over my skin, running his nose slightly on my body.
And… We think a lot about things that turn us on:
The parts of his body, the thickness of his cock, the veins on his forearms.
The dominant attitudes, his voice, his words. His perfume.
The movement of his hips, the rhythm, the strength.
And I’m sure men think a lot about women as well. Our bodies, our words, our moves, our behaviour.
But there is one thing I never hear anyone talking about: The breathing.
Sure, we talk about moans and growls. That’s not what I mean.
I mean actual breathing as a turn on.
Pay attention. Right now.
Trevor is behind me and I can’t really see him. I can only feel his warmth and his intention.
I can hear him breathing.
Deep. Heavy. Hesitant. As if he is so horny that breathing itself hurts. So horny that anything that isn’t fucking me, hurts.
Breathing in through his nose, smelling the scent of my skin so desperately that I can feel the air moving.
Breathing out through his mouth, unintentionally blowing his warm breath through his teeth and straight on to my goosebumps.
Trevor breathes like he wants to fuck my ass and isn’t sure he is able to stop himself.
I obey him and show I know how to tap out.
“Good girl”
He reaches for something in the nightstand…
“Here” he shows me a gag “Open your mouth”
“What? Trev-“
He grabs my neck and forces my mouth open.
“If you tap out, I’ll stop” he instructs me as he gags me “Cause I’m gonna fuck you quiet for once”
I give up my support for a little bit just so I can reach the skirt and cover my ass, but he doesn’t let me. I got one arm held hostage by the dresser, my knees are on the floor and my forehead is against the wooden floor while my only free hand tries to grant my ass some dignity.
“No, no”
I am using all my strength to try to cover myself with the skirt but Trevor barely has to put a couple of fingers around my wrist to completely destroy my efforts.
“I’m gonna take this hole here” he fingers my slit. He doesn’t shove his fingers in, he just glides them around the rim “And then I’m gonna take this hole here” he travels the distante to my ass and as soon as his touch reaches me there I jump up a bit. Like he was shocking me.
“Tell me, Tessie, did anybody but me have your ass?”
The gag is a plastic ball of some kind and I bite into it.
I nod yes.
“Yeah? You gave your ass to someone else?” he caresses my ass cheek like he is charging a fucking spank “Who did you give it t-“ he chokes. The breathing. He breathes in like he is ready to spank me, cane me and whip me “Did you give your fucking ass to Ryan?”
I didn’t.
But I’m a hopeless brat.
I nod yes.
And here it comes: he doesn’t even use the belt. Trevor spanks my ass so hard I almost hit my head against the dresser.
“Are you fucking me right now?”
I shake my head no.
“You gave your fucking ass to that fucking moron?” another spank “What the fuck were you even…” and another.
God, I love this burn.
I love it. I love it IloveitIloveitIloveit.
I love when it burns so much that it starts to tickle.
He chokes me with his finger rimming my ass.
“How dare you? This…” he rims my ass so hard his finger is almost poking in, I squirm at his touch but this position has no give “… is not yours to give. Your ass is mine. Your pussy is mine. Your tits are mine. Your mouth is very mine”
He lowers my bikini and I feel his tip on my pussy.
“If you wanna give any of your holes away, you gotta ask daddy for permission. And you know what daddy would say?” he is biting his words so fucking furiously I can feel him drooling on me “He would say fuck, no. Cause daddy doesn’t share”
He sinks his cock in my pussy all the way to the balls. I gasp with the plastic ball in my mouth, feeling my saliva dripping around it.
Yes.
God, yes.
Trevor fucks me hard and if I wasn’t gagged, I’d be fucking smiling, licking my lips like a good whore.
“Yes” he says “God, yes”. My words exactly, daddy.
Then he moans. Loud.
If testosterone could speak, it would moan like Trevor does.
His cock feels delicious, but it’s his moaning that gives me goosebumps that won’t go away. And this isn’t some poetic exaggeration. I have literal goosebumps and they are literally not going away. They just last and last, making my body even more sensitive to his warm breath.
I think he planned on punishing me, but he is so horny he got lost in his own pleasure.
Perfectly fine by me.
I wanna ask him to go harder, stronger… but all my attempts turn into muffled moans. I was never gagged like this before. It gives a whole different level to being subject to his will. Bondage makes you physically vulnerable to his needs, but being gagged means you can’t even ask for what you want.
I guess I didn’t need to ask, though. Cause he does thrust harder. Stronger.
Yes. God, yes.
His hands on my ass trying to keep me steady soon get far too greedy to stay in place. They travel up, pushing my shirt and my bikini top out of the way. He plays with my nipples for a couple of seconds before pulling my free arm back.
Then I fall with my face to the floor.
My tits scratching on the wooden floor.
Trevor grabs my hair on one hand and my free elbow on the other and fuck me like is riding me. He holds my arm on my back and arch my body forward because… I have to confess… scratching my nipples on the cold floor like this is hurting in that wonderful way.
“Fuck. Do you need to tap out?” he seems to remember the arm he is keeping hostage is the only one I have to safe word. That makes one of us, cause there is nothing further from my mind right now than safe wording this.
“Baby, I’m sorry. You need to tap out?” he sounds so sweet, letting go of my arm like that. He caresses my back so gently. His cock still has no mercy, but his hands are kind and loving. I wanna cry and cum at the same time. How does he keep doing this? Make you feel loved while making you feel like the cheapest whore in the nastiest brothel.
I can’t answer so I just push my arm back for him to hold. I do it ostensively and he laughs.
“I keep forgetting how rough you like it” he lick his own words before losing himself in a moan that brings me to the edge of my orgasm “Don’t you fucking dare make me cum” he says “I’m gonna fuck your ass before I’m done”.
Well, that was his plan. But as orgasms takes over my body like a fucking spear ripping me apart, my moans get too loud. I shake and arch my back. I am drooling over the gag all the way to the floor and Trevor can’t hold it in anymore. He’s been wanting this since last night. He’s been wanting this for the past two years.
His moan changes and I can hear him cumming. I feel the warmth in my pussy as I drop my whole body, giving up on anything that doesn’t involve listening to him. His moan. His breathing.
He takes a second to breath before putting his arm under the dresser. He holds on to my bracelet really tight and pulls it until it cracks.
“Sorry” he shrugs, but there was no other way. I lean back against his chest massaging my hurt wrist before he take it in his hands to massage it himself “Is it hurting?” he covers it with little kisses.
“No” I say, sounding needy as fuck.
“Good” he replies back in the same tone and pulls me into his arms.
We stay like that, on the floor, for long minutes that always feel too short when we are together. Very slowly it dawns on me:
“We should make a deal” I whisper.
“Hm?”
“We can’t keep doing this, but we’re not able to stop”
“I’m not sure I like where this is going” he sighs.
“I wanna offer a deal”
“What’s the deal?”
“We need to have sex…”
“Deal”
“Trevor” I pinch him and he kisses my forehead “We need to have sex to get it out of our system so we can get over this thing we have and move on. Before our family catches us”
He tightens his lips and his eyes go dark.
“Yeah”.
“So I propose we each make a list. You make a list of everything you want to do to me, and I’ll make a list of everything I want to do to you. We do those things, and then we’re done. We stay the hell away from each other no matter what. What do you think?”
He is quiet for what feels like a very long time. Then he sighs and says:
“I like the part with the lists”
“Okay. So we each pick… five things? I can go first”
“No, Tessa, I will go first!”
“Why?”
“Because! We always do your things.” He bites my ear.
“We do not!”
“Really?” he widens his eyes, jokingly “Belt spanking, putting a vibrator in your pussy during a family gathering, getting me tied up to sit on my face, bratting to hell and back so I’ll hate fuck you”
“You just fucked me like one of your porns!”
“Which was a nice surprise and entirely your responsibility” he points out “It’s my turn. I’m picking what we do next”
“But…
“Tessa, I’m picking what we do next!”
“Fine, God. But we have to be super careful. Your dad and your brother are on to us and I don’t wanna mess up Nat’s wedding”
“Ok. No touching in public anymore”
“It would help if we actually pretended to be with Ryan and Lana”
“No”
“It would get your dad and Leo off our backs. We don’t have to actually be with them… just little suggestions”
“You’re just doing this cause you wanna use Ryan to get me jealous. I can’t believe you let him have your ass”
I laugh.
“I didn’t really…”
“What?”
“I just said that to piss you off” I smile and Trevor stares at me like he doesn’t fucking believe I’m real. I get up and start getting dressed.
“You’re gonna spend the next two weeks all over Ryan just to drive me insane aren’t you? Hell spawn is what you are” he gets up and holds my waist as I finish putting my clothes on.
“I’m gonna be all over him to get your dad and brother to chill!”
“Fine, fine” he shrugs like he doesn’t believe me one bit “But when Ryan is licking your tits because you want to see me rage, Tess, I just want you to remember one thing” he licks my lower lip. It’s quick. It’s just once. “I’m picking what we do next”.
I lick my smile and kiss his cheek. He tries to convince me to stay, worried as he usually gets, after he’s been rough. But these two weeks are gonna be risky. We’re gonna have to reduce our time together, so I wink to him and run out the door.
I’m back in my room when my phone pings with a new text message.
It’s from Trev.
*“I found your panties, btw”*
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Cougars love younger men
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The thing I love most about women in their 40s is that they are almost always in heat. I have talked to so many older women who just want sex constantly and I love how horny they are. I've also found so many older women who love to fuck younger men, whether its because they know there's no real commitment or the younger men have better stamina or maybe it just makes them feel young again. Either way, I'm happy to fuck them.
This is a story from when I was 28. I was on an adult dating site (AFF if you have heard of it, surprisingly it works pretty well, I was not expecting it to, to be honest) and I was chatting with this 42 year old milf. Sexy slim body, decent sized tits. We were chatting for a few days before finally arranging a day when our schedules worked out and we were able to meet.
I drove to her place and when I got there she opened the door wearing nothing but yoga pants and a see through top. One look and saw her nipples, hard as fuck, poking through her shirt, one pierced the other not. Clearly she knew what she was doing. She invited me in and we sat down together and started to chat more. I slowly moved may hands to her body as we chatted, started with one hand on a leg, the other around her shoulder, then slowly moved them to move private parts. She got the hint and by the time reached her pussy she was already wet. I decided that I had teased for too long and jumped on her, making out, rubbing her pussy, and fondling a tit. She grabbed my cock through my pants and started rubbing it, she told me I should have done this as soon as I walked in the door.
We wasted no time providing oral to each other, before I bent her over the couch and started fucking her. We fucked in a few positions, moving around the room to have fun against a well or on top of a counter. Eventually though we were back to doing it doggy when I let out my huge load and came inside her pussy.
We sat back down on the couch, now naked, and cuddled and continued to chat and make out. She played with my semi hard cock while we did. She did get me hard enough that we fucked again, though this time for not as long and I didn't cum.
We both had a good time and saw each other a few times after that, but eventually moved on. Still always excited when I get to talk to a horny cougar though.
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[G] Is incest a relatively common thing nowadays?
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I was wondering about some stuff related to incest. We live in a society where people consumes way more porn than before, we are the loneliest generation in a while and several fetishes appears in pop culture and videos.
I feel like a friend of mine could have a buried crush on her sis while i see that trope everytime i end in the wrong side of the internet. "Mommy" is taking over Tiktok as a concept, with girls and women flexing her traits and putting spotlight on the term.
Is incest a way more usual thing that many of us maybe think?
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Intern Internment - Ch. 4-6
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**Chapter 4**
Will cringed as his driver-side door creaked as he closed it.
*I’ve really got to fix that.*
Turning to walk towards the office, he had to shield his eyes as the early morning sun nearly blinded him as it reflected off the windows of the building. Shouldering his bag, he headed towards the entrance.
*Maybe she was in a bad mood last week? It’s Monday, and she’s had all weekend to recover from the meeting. Maybe she will actually be somewhat tolerable today.*
As he entered the entrance of the office, Rebecca sat up in her chair at the receptionist's desk, her brilliant smile lighting up the room.
“Good morning, Will,” she said pleasantly as he fished his ID card out of his pocket.
“Good morning, Rebecca! You seem like you’re in a good mood this morning,” Will glanced at his watch, realizing there was still half an hour to spare before Haylie would even arrive at the office.
“I am,” the receptionist replied, her voice bordering on flirtation.
“OH! Don’t tell me!” Will held up a hand to interrupt her, “You met a new guy this weekend?”
“No…” Rebecca twirled her hair with a finger, turning from side to side in her office chair.
“Wait… wait…” Will snapped his fingers as realization set in, “I see it now! You got a makeover this weekend!”
“Yes!” Rebecca replied excitedly, “Do you like it?”
“I love it! You are absolutely glowing! What are you doing behind that desk? You should be in front of a camera modeling!” Will stepped back a few feet, miming a camera in his hand, “Especially the new hairstyle, it frames your face quite well. I hope you left them a good tip because they did a hell of a job!”
“Thank you!” Rebecca’s face flushed with pink as she started to blush, “You’re the first person to notice.”
“Well, I’ve always had an eye for details. It’s a blessing and a curse,” he glanced down at his watch, realizing he needed to head upstairs if he was going to have everything ready for Haylie when she arrived, “I’ve got to get busy, but as always, it was a pleasure talking to you this morning, Rebecca.”
With a smile, he turned to head toward the elevators.
“Will… wait!” Rebecca called after him.
“What’s up?”
“Did you mean what you said about the modeling thing?” Rebecca asked, her voice sounding more timid.
“Absolutely. Why do you ask?” Will’s eyebrow went up as he wondered where this was going.
“Well, I heard from some of the girls around here that you do photography. A very specific style of photography,” Rebecca fidgeted with her nails as she spoke, “And they also said you were quite good at it.”
Will looked around to see if anyone else was around, “How do you know about that?”
Looking up from her nails, she met his eyes with her own, “Oh, you know, we did some digging and found your Instagram page for your photography work.”
He blinked at her, surprised by the revelation, “How… how is that even possible? My Instagram page for my photography is under a completely different name and email.”
Rebecca shrugged her shoulders, “I have no idea, but someone figured it out. I wouldn’t worry about it though. I think you have some fans around here.”
“And let me guess, you want to model for me?”
A hint of a smile formed in the corner of Rebecca’s mouth, “Why do you think I got the makeover done?”
“And you’re comfortable with me taking those kinds of photos of you?”
“Yes, I am. Maybe even wearing less than the other women you’ve photographed,” Rebecca began to blush again, “You do a really great job at using lighting to capture your subject’s natural beauty. I can see the smile on your models’ faces and I can feel the confidence they feel when you capture them like that. I just want someone to see me like that.”
*Oh, you poor thing.*
“You’re sure about this?” Will asked softly as more people started to file into the front entrance.
“Absolutely,” her smile returned as she waved at people as they flashed their ID badges at her, “I just don’t know what to wear.”
“Wear whatever you want, or nothing at all,” Will shifted the weight of his bag on his shoulders, “It’s all about what YOU are comfortable with, and how YOU want to see yourself, Rebecca. It’s not about what I want to see.”
“Did you sleep with them?” she asked, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, “Your models I mean.”
“Some of them, yes,” Will shook his head, “But I was also dating them at the time, so it wasn’t like I was a man whore at the university, photographing women to get laid.”
“Oh! I didn’t mean to imply…” she looked away, clearly embarrassed.
“Hey, no! It’s okay!” Will glanced at his watch again, “Look, I’ve really got to head upstairs, but we will talk later, okay? You’ve got my number in the registry, shoot me a text if you have any more questions?”
Rebecca smiled and shook her head up and down. Will turned, walking fast towards the elevators. Three other people occupied the same elevator as he stepped onto it.
“Four, please,” he asked as he stepped to the side.
One by one, people stepped off the elevator until Will arrived at his floor. The office was dark, as it had been for the past two weeks since he had started. He was the first to arrive out of anyone else on the floor. Setting his bag down in the break room, he went about his routine of starting the coffee, turning on the lights, and prepping the break room with sugar, creamer, and napkins. Using the sink, he gave the microwave plate a good scrub and dried it with a paper towel. No sooner had he finished pouring himself a cup of coffee, he heard the elevator ding.
“Good morning Mr. Juniper,” Will poured his boss a cup of coffee.
“Good morning, Will,” His boss took a sip of the coffee, “Damn that’s good coffee. Keep this up and I’ll have to hire you when you’re done with your internship.”
Will shrugged his shoulders, “Eh, I just like being useful.”
“Mmmhmmm,” Mr. Juniper held up a finger, “Speaking of which, are you all set to head down to Tampa today?”
“Yes, sir,” Will held up one finger at a time as he spoke, “The plane tickets are on Haylie’s desk, I verified the reservation for the hotel on Saturday, and I spoke with Graham this morning. We’re all set.”
“Good. Very good,” he took another sip of coffee, “Look, I am sorry about my daughter. I probably should have warned you more about her and her attitude.”
“It’s fine. I’m sure she and I will find something to bond over eventually. I get it though, she has been used to doing things her way without any interruption for a couple years now. Now she has me in her hair asking all kinds of questions,” Will shrugged his shoulders, “That said, I can certainly see why she is the best in the building at what she does. I am learning a ton from her.”
Mr. Juniper nodded in agreement, “My daughter or not, I told her after she graduated that there would be no corners cut for her. She might have her mother’s temper and attitude, but she’s got my work ethics, thank goodness.”
The sound of people filing into the office started to drift into the break room.
Mr. Juniper gave Will a friendly pat on the shoulder, “Welp, it’s the start of a new week, and a new week means new opportunities. Give them hell in Tampa.”
“Will do, Mr. Juniper.”
Filling a mug of coffee for Haylie, Will rushed to unlock her office and gather everything for their trip. Laptop, charger, case, Haylie’s work phone, charger, and portable charger, and some extra pens for the trip all got stuffed into a company embroidered travel bag. His phone dinged with a notification. Unlocking the phone he viewed the text message.
Rebecca’s face was the first thing he noticed, followed by a pair of pink, puffy nipples and a naughty smile.
*Will, I know they aren’t as big as some of the other models you’ve photographed, but I wanted you to see what you were going to be working with ahead of time.*
A few seconds later, another image of Rebecca’s face appeared on his phone, this time accompanied by two fingers spreading her pussy apart to reveal her pink curtains and clit, with a small strip of hair at the top.
*Should I shave? I’ve never done these kinds of photos before, so I don’t know if my pussy is supposed to be clean-shaven or waxed. I’ve been looking at nude photos of models on my phone, and they are all waxed, so I was thinking maybe I should do it? I don’t know, though. Which would you prefer?*
“Hello!!! Are you even listening to me?” Haylie’s voice surprised him, almost causing him to drop his phone, “For Christ’s sake, I can’t believe I am going to be stuck with you for the next three days.”
*Well, so much for her being in a good mood.*
“Sorry, I didn’t hear you come in,” Will gathered the travel bag and his personal bag, and motioned with a hand to her desk, “Everything is packed up, the tickets are on your desk, and I made you a fresh cup of coffee, black, just how you like it.”
Haylie looked him up and down and sniffed, “I guess even a broken clock is right twice a day.”
**Chapter 5**
“Ugh! It is even hotter here than it was in South Carolina when we left!” Haylie whined as she closed the door of the rental.
“Ah, good ol’ Florida,” Will said as he popped the trunk and retrieved their bags, “I spent a couple months down here in training a few years back. If the hurricanes aren’t trying to kill you, the sun is.”
As he closed the trunk of the rental with his elbow, Will could have swore that he saw Haylie actually smile for a moment.
*Ah ha! So she DOES have a sense of humor.*
“I guess it’s not all bad. At least we are close to the beach,” Haylie noted as she shielded her eyes from the sun and glanced off at the water behind the hotel.
“It’s a shame we didn’t bring any swimsuits,” Will commented.
Haylie rolled her eyes at him, “I don’t know who this ‘we’ is. You really think I am going to come to Florida and not pack a bikini?”
Shouldering her bag he grunted with effort, “By the feel of it, you brought your whole closet.”
That earned him a scornful glare from Haylie.
*Heh, worth it.*
“Come on, let's get checked in, drop the bags off, and head over to the Gridsquare Foundation office before we melt in this heat,” Haylie said as she carried no more than her purse across the baking parking lot.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Walking into the front entrance of the Hilton, the air conditioning was a blessed relief from the scorching heat outside. Will stopped short of the check-in desk, groaning a bit as he set the bags on the floor.
“We have a reservation under the name of Juniper Marketing,” Will said, slightly winded.
The receptionist typed on the computer for a few seconds, “Yes, we have your room ready to go, and I see your card is already on file, so let me just get your room key ready.”
Haylie stepped up to the desk, “Wait, what do you mean room?”
“I apologize for the inconvenience, but what happen was-”
Haylie cut the receptionist off as she slapped Will’s shoulder, “You idiot! I thought you said you reserved two rooms!”
“I did!” Will held his hand up defensively, “I called Saturday and confirmed both of them!”
“Ma’am, if I can please just-”
“Apparently not!” Haylie barked at him, “For someone with a 3.98 GPA, you sure are stupid sometimes, Will! How fucking hard was it to reserve two rooms? Fucking interns! They never do anything right!”
“But I…” Will started to speak before the receptionist cut him off.
“Ma’am,” the receptionist quipped sharply, “With all due respect, the gentleman did verify the reservations Saturday. I took his phone call myself. However, this morning we had a plumbing accident in one of the rooms we are renovating when a contractor cut into a wall with a saw and severed one of the water lines. Half of the building has been flooded, and we’ve already had to cancel several renovations.”
“Oh,” Haylie’s tone changed from anger to humility, “Well, that’s unfortunate.”
*Humility? Haylie? That’s gotta be a first.*
The receptionist continued, “I can offer you a full refund for your reservations and you can seek somewhere else to stay, or we can provide a cot for one of you to sleep on, seeing as how this is a business trip and there is only one bed in the room available. We would offer the current reservation at a discount given the less than ideal conditions.”
“Umm,” Haylie looked at Will as she considered, “I guess the one room would be okay?”
Will shrugged his shoulders, “Wouldn’t be the first cot I’ve slept on.”
“Well, I guess that settles it,” Haylie accepted the room keys from the receptionist.
The receptionist gave them a pleasant smile, “Thank you for choosing the Hilton and enjoy your stay.”
A short elevator ride later, they arrived on the third floor. With a beep and a click of the lock, Haylie opened the door into the room.
“Oh my goodness,” she gasped as she walked towards the balcony door, “Look at that view!”
Will glanced at the beach and the blue water as he set the bags on the bed. While it was an amazing view, he couldn’t help but notice Haylie’s silhouetted figure as she leaned against the glass door. Her slim, petite frame was exactly the kind of woman he was attracted to, and no one could deny that her ass looked amazing in those skin tight jeans.
*No, get your mind out of the gutter. This woman would sooner cut your dick off than give you a snowball’s chance in hell at sleeping with her. She is nice to look at, though.*
Will cleared his throat, causing Haylie to turn her head towards him. As the Florida sunlight played brilliantly on her face in the dark room, he couldn’t deny how beautiful Haylie was. At that moment, he really wished he’d brought his camera. The ambient lighting, her pose, the way the sunlight made her blue eyes sparkle, was, as much as he hated to admit it… perfect.
“What?” she snapped.
“We need to go,” Will tapped his watch, “We have to be there in half an hour, and it’s a twenty-minute drive, plus traffic.”
Haylie rolled her eyes, “Ugh, fine. But afterward, we are getting burgers and coming back to the room so I can enjoy this view more.”
“Sounds good to me,” Will expressed as he picked up the company travel bag off the bed, “Shall we?”
**Chapter 6**
It was well after dark by the time they returned to the hotel, and Will was sitting on the bed finishing his burger, as Haylie did… whatever girls do for so long in the bathroom.
*Probably taking an excessive amount of selfies with duck faces*, he thought to himself with a chuckle.
“What’s so funny?” Haylie asked from the bathroom.
“Nothing, just had a funny thought is all.”
“You know, I have to admit that the Gridsquare Foundation has a really great program going on,” she said as the hair dryer turned off, “It amazes me how easily the veteran community is able to network together. As a marketing specialist, I am envious of how natural it comes to veterans to work together to make something happen.”
Will sat on the end of the bed, peering out the balcony door at the moonlight dancing across the waves, thinking back to his time in the Army when networking was a requirement, not a luxury.
“It’s because we’ve always had only ourselves and those next to us to rely on,” Will crumpled up the wrapper of his burger and finished his drink, “Especially in combat. You have to learn to network, and operate as a team to get the objective done, or bad things happen to good people.”
He stood, turning to toss the wrapper and his drink in the trash bin. Only then did Will realize that the bathroom door was wide open. The vision of her froze him dead in his tracks. Haylie stood in front of the mirror, wearing a black G-string bikini, with a top that left little up to the imagination, and the bottoms even less so. She twisted and turned in the mirror, checking herself out as she adjusted the tops and bottoms a few times. It took a minute, but her eyes flicked in the reflection of the mirror and she undoubtedly caught him staring.
“Like what you see?” Haylie said with an accusatory tone, “Fucking pervert.”
The bathroom door slammed shut.
*Yeah, actually. I kind of did. What a shame such a beautiful face and such a perfect body belongs to such a hateful person.*
A few minutes later she emerged from the bathroom wearing a pair of pink, lacy panties, and a shirt that was cut off just below her breasts.
*Well, that's not fair at all. What a fucking tease.*
“Seriously?” Will objected.
“What?” she glared at him with an eyebrow raised.
“First you stand in the bathroom, door wide open, in a bikini that is made of less fabric than a washcloth, then you come out here wearing THAT,” he motioned towards her with his arms, “And I’m a pervert? For fucks sake, Haylie, your practically naked.”
“Well, I normally sleep naked. So, yeah, I am going to wear this,” she said with a snide tone, “Is there something wrong with that?”
*Yes, there is something wrong with it! You’re exactly the body type I like, you’re fucking gorgeous, and I don’t know how much longer I can hang around you and not get hard just looking at you!*
“You know what,” he grabbed his bag from off the cot, “I’m just going to go sleep in the rental.”
No sooner had his fingers touched the door latch, she called after him, “Wait! Will… don’t do that.”
“Why not?” he hesitated.
“You’re right, okay? This is a business trip, and this is wildly inappropriate night attire for a business trip,” he heard her let out a long sigh, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have called you a pervert. Besides, I don’t care if you look. Truth be told, I kind of like the attention. That, and the sun has gone down, and it’s still well over 80 degrees outside. You’ll cook to death in the rental.”
*Did she really just apologize? And admit that she liked the attention of me looking at her?*
“You’re sure?” he asked before taking his hand off the door latch.
“I’m sure,” Haylie reassured him, “I’ll turn off the light so you’re not so distracted. Seriously though, I am not putting more clothes on. Hell, I’ll probably strip down naked once I’m under the covers. I don’t know what it is, I just HATE sleeping with clothes on. I normally travel on my own, so it’s not really been an issue until now. If it makes you feel better, you can sleep in your underwear too if you want. We’re both adults here, right?”
Will walked back into the main area of the room, tossing his bag onto the floor. Haylie made no attempt to conceal herself at all, aside from turning out the light, which did little to conceal her figure given the light coming off of the TV.
*God dammit why does she have to be so fucking perfect…*
Tentatively, he unbuttoned his pants, and dropped them on the floor next to the cot.
“Boxers, huh?” Haylie commented, “Not gonna lie, I had you pegged for a briefs kinda guy.”
Will suddenly felt very amused with being the one being started at. When he looked back Haylie had rolled over in the bed, her back to him. As he unbuttoned his shirt, he couldn’t help but admire the supple shape of her ass, and the subtle mound underneath her panties. Pulling the cot away from the wall, he laid down as the cot creaked under his weight.
*Fucking hell, I forgot how uncomfortable these damned things were.*
For several minutes Will tossed and turned, a creaky scream from the cot announcing his every movement.
Finally, Haylie had enough, “Oh my fucking God! Will! Stop making that noise!”
“I am trying!” he laid on his back, staring at the ceiling, “It’s like laying on plywood!”
“Then sleep on the floor or something!”
Seriously? I am too tired to deal with her bullshit right now.
“Fuck you,” Will sat up in the cot with a groan.
“Excuse me?” Haylie sat up in bed.
“You heard me,” Will returned her spiteful glare, “Fuck you and your shitty fucking attitude. I’ve had just about enough of it.”
“That’s fair,” Haylie tilted her head at him, “Considering I’ve had just about enough of your incompetence.”
“The only incompetence here is your ability to be decent to another fucking human being,” Will growled at her, “How does someone with such shit people skills make it to be one of the top marketing people in Charleston?”
“By working my ass off, day after day. My Dad didn’t cut me any breaks and I was damn near fired my first year. Not that you’d know anything about that.”
How fucking dare she. This bitch doesn’t know anything about me.
“You know what, I’m done. I am going to find a seedy motel or something to stay at and in the morning, I am taking a bus back to Charleston,” he stood up, putting his pants back on, “Have fun fucking up another contract.”
“FUCK YOU!” she yelled, throwing a pillow at him, “It’s ten o’clock at night! Have fun getting a motel, assuming you don’t get mugged first.”
Will grabbed his bag and stepped towards the door, before stopping at the end of the bed and turning to her, “I saw some of the most intense fighting in Fallujah. I saw shit that still haunts me to this day. I’ve lived in some of the shittiest conditions you’ve ever heard of, sleeping in some of the most awkward positions simply because I was so exhausted I couldn’t keep my eyes open anymore. Iraq sucked ass, and after getting out of the Army, I thought I would never have to suffer through that kind of shit ever again. I turn thirty next month and I thought all of that shit was behind me. Then I met you, and now Fallujia seems like a paradise by comparison. I’d never hit a woman in anger, but I know what I would like to do to fix your fucking attitude.”
“Oh? And what the fuck would that be?” Haylie said as she taunted him.
“Right now? Hold my hand around your throat as I fuck the attitude right out of you,” he admitted.
Haylie’s eyebrow went up.
“Fuck the attitude out of me? Please, you don’t have the balls,” she taunted him even more.
“I do have the balls, but I also have standards.”
“Oh, whatever!” she laughed, “What standards? You were practically fucking me with your eyes a few minutes ago!”
“Oh, you’re exactly my type. You’re smart, beautiful, and as far as I am concerned, your body is perfect,” he paused for a moment, cursing himself for even admitting it, “But I fucked a crazy bitch a long time ago, and I vowed to never do it again.”
“Fuck you, asshole!” Haylie launched herself off the bed and slapped him across the face.
She swung with the other hand, but Will caught her by the wrist.
“Let go of me!”
She swung with her free hand again, and he also caught her by the wrist. He held her hands above her head as he shoved her against the wall next to the bathroom door. Her shirt rode up above her breasts, revealing her perky breasts, as pink, hard nipples pressed into his chest through his shirt.
“Fuck…” Haylie said softly as she looked up into his eyes.
“I do have the balls, and I’m going to prove it by draining them into that undeserving cunt of yours!” Will declared with fury thick in his voice.
“I’m not on protection…” Haylie muttered softly.
“I DON’T FUCKING CARE!” he roared at her, “A spoiled little rich brat like you can afford Plan B. I’m going to hate fuck you and leave you to clean up the mess when I’m done with you, because that’s what you fucking deserve.”
He spun her, pressing her against the wall as he pinned her hands behind her back. With one tug, she felt her panties ripped off her hips. Reaching into his pants, he retrieved his cock through the hole in his boxers, guiding himself to her opening as the slick, silky kiss of her curtains teased the tip of his cock.
“You are soaked down there already!” Will growled into her ear, “I could be mistaken, but I think you are actually enjoying this!”
“Shut up…” Haylie wiggled her hips, easing her hips back, working him inside of her as she felt him stretch her insides apart, “And fuck me already…”
Releasing his cock as she eased the rest of his length into her, Will used the freed hand to pull her hair as his lips brushed against her earlobe as he spoke, “NO! You don’t get to talk to me like that anymore!”
Letting go of her hair, his hand grasped her throat, and he was rewarded with a sweet, soft moan from Haylie as he slowly eased himself in and out of her. They had barely just started, and already she was soaked enough that her juices were dripping down his cock, off of his balls, and down his thighs. Will closed his eyes, savoring the feeling of how tightly she hugged every inch of him. The wet sounds of lust and sex bounced off the walls as he started to slam into her. Haylie shamelessly moaned out as she bent over for him. Just as he was starting to find his stride and momentum, Haylie's hands started to tremble as she screamed out in ecstasy. He thought she was wet enough already, but with her orgasm, a new rush of her juices made her insides feel even better than they already did.
“How does it feel to orgasm on your intern’s dick while you're pinned up against the wall?”
“It feels amazing,” she said between breaths, “I want more!”
“If you’re a good girl and ask nicely, I’ll give you another one. Otherwise, I am going to use your mouth to finish me off,” he growled into her ear.
“Fuck…” she moaned out as her eyes rolled into the back of her head for a moment.
“Sorry? Didn’t hear that,” he taunted her.
“Please, Will!”
“Please, Will, what?” he pulled her hair again.
“Please, Will, can I have another orgasm? You dick feels so damn good!”
Will chuckled, “That’s a good girl, asking nicely for me to keep fucking you.”
He pulled out of her, turning her around, before picking her up and tossing her onto the bed as if she weighed nothing. Shoving her legs up, he slipped back inside of her, driving her hips into the mattress as she pulled on the comforter, desperately trying to conceal the scream of another orgasm as Will relentlessly fucked her hard, fast, and deep. In the heat of the moment, she pulled at his shirt, trying to get it over his head. An infomercial on the television illuminated his bare chest for the first time as she recognized a tattoo with a very familiar large, red number one.
“Stop, stop!” Haylie cried out as she pushed him away.
Will slipped out of her, stepping back, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Haylie’s eyes dropped to his cock, and he immediately knew she was looking at the scar on his cock and thigh.
“I was the first through a door in Fallujah, and the first round fired at me ricocheted off the wall, through my thigh, and through my dick. The doctors said it had been the other way around, I would be a few inches shorter where it really mattered,” Will admitted, feeling self-conscious about his scar, “I know it’s not pretty to look at.”
“It’s you!” Haylie’s eyes went wide with excitement.
“Beg your pardon?”
“Friday, at Janice’s party! It’s you! I bid three thousand dollars on you, and you fucked me better than anyone ever has! You left me a cum filled mess and I spent all weekend wanting MORE!”
Haylie launched herself off the bed, wrapping her arms around his neck as she kissed him deeply and passionately.
“Will, I am sorry, about everything,” she squeezed his neck, “You’re right, I have been a bitch, and you’ve been nothing but tolerant and polite. I am so sorry. You didn’t deserve any of it, and I can never make it up to you, but I am damned sure gonna try.”
Will shook his head in disbelief, “You’re my Good Girl from Friday night?”
Haylie dropped to her knees, “Yes!”
“I’ll be damned,” Will blinked incredulously.
“Please, Will!” Haylie stood up, clinging to his neck, “Please, I am begging you, be mine! I want you all to myself!”
“Ten minutes ago, you were slapping me and hated my guts,” Will attempted to call her bluff, “And now you want me all to yourself? I call bullshit.”
“I guess it’s true what they say; Good dick does make a woman do crazy things,” she smiled at him, “And you’re the best dick I’ve ever had. No one has ever left me dripping on the floor with the taste of their cum still in my mouth and wanting more. I am serious, Will. I will do whatever you want me to do to prove it to you. Do you want me to suck you off right now? I will! I will swallow every last drop, just like the good girl you want me to be!”
“You’re serious? This isn’t just some kind of cruel joke? Just like flipping a switch, you go from hating my guts to being willing to do anything for me?”
“Please, Will, I am begging you,” she dropped to her knees again as she kissed the tip of his cock, “Don’t leave me. I’ve been waiting for you for a very long time.”
Haylie consumed his cock, sucking and stroking him in the most enthusiastic blowjob he had ever experienced.
“You really are serious, aren’t you?”
Haylie nodded as she sucked him, her eyes looking up at him looking innocent and sincere.
“Okay, fine,” he held her chin as he stood her up, “You will do anything to have me all to yourself?”
She smiled brightly, nodding her head up and down as she licked the remnants of her juices off her lips.
“First, I am going to need another kiss. Then, you’re going to prove to me that you’re sincere by climbing on top and not getting off until you’re drained every last drop out of my balls.”
Without warning, she jumped into his arms and squeezed his neck, kissing him as hard as she could manage, knocking him back onto the bed. She kept her lips on his as she guided him back inside of her. Only after his full length was inside of her did she break for air.
“Damn, I fucking love your dick,” she moaned as she started to ride him.
“Shiiiiit, Haylie,” Will moaned out as she arched her back, “Fuck that’s a good girl!”
“Good enough to have you all to myself?”
“I… fucking hell… Haylie…” Will found it hard to focus on talking as Haylie hugged his cock, hitting all the right spots and driving him wild, “Keep riding me like that and… fuuuuuck that feels amazing…”
“Is that a yes?”
“Slow down!” Will squeezed her thighs as he felt himself on the edge, “I’m going to… too soon! Too soon!... Haylie… Haylie! Slow dow-”
*Too late.*
Haylie gasped as Will pulled at her hips, driving himself as deep as he could get inside of her before releasing. Haylie shuddered and trembled on top of him as she screamed through another orgasm. To her credit, she didn’t stop riding him until he had completely spent himself inside of her. Even then, she reached back, kneading his balls as she slowly rode him, careful to keep him planted nice and deep.
“Does this mean I get you all to myself now?”
Will couldn’t help but laugh as he pulled her down for another kiss, “Yes, yes, you do. Come on, let us go take a shower and head to bed. It’s getting late.”
“NO!” Haylie objected as she pushed him back down on the bed, “Please? Can we stay like this for a little while?”
“Haylie, I just came as deep as I could inside of you,” he tilted his head at her, “Surely you want to go clean up and get all of that out of there.”
“No!” she protested, “I want to stay like this for a few more minutes. Your dick feels so good, and all that cum is so warm and deep inside of me. Please don’t make me get up. I want to savor this moment with you.”
Reaching up, he caressed her cheek with his thumb, hooking his fingers across the back of her neck as he pulled her down for a kiss, “I would like that very much.”
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[B/S] [U/Ni] Family Party Part 1
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My family had a falling out a few years ago. But my sister decides its time for the whole family to get together. She thinks of no better time than her daughters 18th bday/graduation party.
It felt strange arriving to my sisters house after years of not seeing her. But why would I miss this opportunity to see her, especially after what would happen between my sister and I after she turned 18 and graduated.
I walk into the party and notice my parents have already arrived and seated in the garden area having lunch surrounded by family and friends.
My sister greets me at the door and gives me a big hug, I can feel her big breasts and nipples on my chest. Oh how I missed them and fantasized about them since those summer nights with her. She whispers in my ear that she and my niece will need my help later. This sends a chill down my back and my 8 inch cock is now on high alert. What could they need I think.
The afternoon party is short and sweet. Guests soon start to leave, my sister hands me a big glass of red wine and tells me to hang out as she walks out the last of the guests.
As she turns back to walk back to me my niece eagerly follows her. My niece is slim and has big breasts like my sister with olive complexion, beautiful long curly hair and killer legs. She reminds me of my sister when she was 18, and asked me for help before she went off to college. I see them both walk towards me and it’s difficult to not get hard. My sister has aged well, and my niece is beautiful like my sister.
They come up to me and say they have a proposition for me and that they hope I am willing to help my niece out. My sister explains that my niece is headed off to college across the country. My niece says she’s curious about having sex with college guys. She explains that because she was busy getting a 4.0 in high school, to get a full ride at a college, she didn’t have time to date or experiment. My niece doesn't want her first time to just be with anyone at college or lose her virginity to some guy who doesn’t know what they’re doing. My niece is eager and willing to just fuck anyone and doesn’t want that, she wants it to be special with someone she loves. She says, “this is a day I will remember forever and I want it to be special, it has to be you uncle.”
My sister tells me that after my niece told her she wanted me to be her first she confessed to my niece that I was my sisters first too. She explained to her daughter how I, her older brother did the same for her before she went off to college when she was 18. “She wants you,” my sister explains.. “her uncle to be the first one in her.” After my niece made the confession to her mom, my sister explained what great cock I had and how gentle and loving I would be. What better way to show family love than helping them out in whatever they need, so of course I agree in hopes of fucking my sister again.
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My Boss [F49] Shares Too Much on Zoom [M32] [MF] [Older F Younger M] [Office Romance] [Slow Burn] [Great Payoff]
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My boss Amy was cool - definitely older, and defintely plump. But she was cool. We both ascribed to the notion of 'work hard play hard'. Which resulted in us spending a lot of time working together on projects - sometimes late into the night.
We worked in civil engineering, planning roads mostly. It was tedious and time consuming, but we made it fun by joking around. Although we were 15+ years apart, we had a lot in common and got along really well.
Long nights at the office turned into long nights on video calls as the pandemic-shift made working from home OK'd by our 'Big Bosses' as we called them. People who knew nothing about the actual details of our work, but still dictated our daily lives.
After a few years of this shift to online, we had become accustomed to each having a few drinks once it got dark. Dark was our rule, no booze before dark, but after that it was fair game.
Amy had very very large breasts. She usually kept them covered up with dresses that showed no cleavage, but there was no hiding the fact that they were massive. Even the loosest dress on her waist had its fabric stretched tight at her chest.
In the office, this was never really a problem for me. It was a very professional environment. But on Zoom, I couldn't help but stare. I knew that through the camera, she couldn't really tell where my eyes were aimed, and I would spend hours watching them jiggle with her every move as she adjusted in her seat. All this focus on her tits would cause me to get hard and stay hard. For hours.
It was excruciating being hard as a rock for 3 or 4 hours while trying to stay focused on our tasks. I was definitely eager to start at her, but never so daring as to actually touch myself - I couldn't risk her noticing my arm moving or the laptop shaking.
All that changed on a night I will never forget. It was a night like many others. We started at around 3pm, and by 7 we were still working - but also starting to drink. Amy had on a white blouse. Per usual, it was stretched tight on her chest, but what was different was her bra. I could clearly see the pale blue bra with dark vertical lines. I'm not sure if Amy couldn't tell through the camera lens that it was so noticeable... but on my laptop, it was clear. I adjusted the brightness of my screen to get her bra into the best light as I adjusted my growing bulge.
We continued working, and drinking, as my cock hardened. I could tell that Amy was getting a little tipsy because she was giggling more than usual. I was on the couch in just a pair of gym shorts... I lived alone, so who cared if you could tell I was erect, right?
Out of nowhere, I heard a loud crack against the window in my kitchen. Without thinking, I stood up and turned to see what was going on. That's when I heard it - Amy's gasp. My face blushed as I realized what I had done, and glanced down at the screen on my laptop. Sure enough, my rigid prick was in plain view as I had turned sideways to look into my kitchen.
Embarrassed, I quickly scrunched back down onto the couch - dick out of view. Amy's face was just as red as mine as she collected herself. I muttered a few apologies, and Amy graciously told me it was no big deal.
'Just curious' she asked hesitantly. 'Why exactly were you... like... that"
Sheepishly, I told her the truth. That I couldn't help but stare at her when he shirt was almost see-thru.
I was dead I thought. She was my boss and she 100% had the power to fire me right then and ruin my career. I was just hoping that our great relationship and true honest would save my sorry ass.
That was when Amy did something I never expected. She glanced around the room, nervously checking to make sure no one was looking - odd I thought, she lived alone just like me. And then without warning she grabbed the bottom of her shirt and flipped it right over her head. All of the sudden they were there in all their glory. Her big beautiful breasts in the pale blue bra.
'To be honest Mike, I've been waiting for an opportunity like this for a long time. It's really hard to work this close to you and not start to want more. I know I've had a few drinks, but trust me - I've been thinking the same things that apparently you have been thinking too.'
I couldn't help myself, I started to rub myself and I knew she could tell.
She started to squeeze her breasts too. She would push them up and into the camera lens and then let them drop back down and bounce. Then she would run her fingers along the inside edges on the bra, tickling her nipples. I couldn't see them, but I knew they were rock hard, just like my cock.
As we began to express our feelings for each other we both got more daring. It was out of screen still, but my cock was out in the open and I was stroking it hard. She was down to one hand on her breasts now, and based on her breathing and moaning, I could tell she was fingering herself.
'Let me see it. I want to see your cock again" Amy whispered between her heavy breaths.
There was no turning back now, so I adjusted the laptop screen downwards. Away from my face and onto my cock. My hand was shuttling up and down, and the precum glistened in the glare from the screen.
She gasped again and told me that she had never been so wet in her life.
'Please take off your bra so I can see those big tits of yours. I'm close to cumming and I don't want to miss my chance' I grunted down at the screen. It was tilted downwards, but I could still see.
I watched as she reached behind her back, pushing her breasts up towards the screen once again. In a second, she had it unclasped and her heavy breasts came into full view. She cupped one and pinched her nipple. It was long and dark red, and she had huge areolas to match.
'Cum for me Mike. I want to see how much you want me. Let me see that big load.' Her naughty words were all the encouragement I needed as my eyes rolled into the back of my head and I could feel the white hot cum begin to shoot. Rope after rope onto my chest and onto my cock. I continued stroking, using my own cum as lube to keep the ecstatic feeling going for as long as possible.
"I'm coming too" Amy practically screamed at the camera as she vocalized her orgasm with mine.
After coming down from our highs, we both agreed to take a break and clean up. I told her I would see her tomorrow, it was our scheduled day in the office. She smiled as she ended the meeting. Tomorrow would be just as exciting, I just knew it.
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[Cm/Cf] My (20 f) Cousin wants to start an onlyfans (Update 10)
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I'd like to apologise for the lack of updates, my updates were all on my computer and I had alot of work during the week/weekend.
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Today had been an absolutely mental, I couldn't believe everything that had happened. My mind was in absolute shambles.
We started making our way to the door when Daisy came alongside me, asking me where I was. Fed up of her questioning I had come up with a good follow up to my excuse that I was on a phone call, going into detail about her about a fake phone call which seemed to satisfy her, and no further questions came from her.
Loading up our stuff into the car, Abbie tapped my shoulder. I placed my duffle bag into the boot and turned around to see Abbie waiting behind me looking around. I raised an eyebrow at her and asked if she was okay. She smiled back at me as she watched her roomate go into the car."I really enjoyed our little try on", she said, doing air quotes at the try on part.
I chuckled slightly and whispered back that I also enjoyed it. She shuffled herself slightly and moved side to side. "We should really get going", I said to her, pointing at the car.
She nodded in agreement, but not before giving me a soft kiss on my cheek, rubbing her hand down my chest.
I went bright red and sort of froze there on the spot, before a cold rush went through my body, almost reminding me where I was.
I swiftly turned around to the car, making my way to the drivers seat.
We started our journey to the bar when Abby's roomates continued their conversations about their boy problems when the topic of Hannah's "boy problems" came up. Daisy, to my right, brought up the subject off the back of Abbie's roomates and it really caught me by surprise, taking my attention off driving for half a second. I knew Daisy would try to bring this up at any oppertunity in order to get more out of me and ridicule me. We've been doing this to each other growing up, you get used to it after 19 years.
Daisy lead with discussing Hannah's issues with this "boy", saying that he isn't communicating, leading her into a dark hole etc. This was clearly an effort to wind me up, and it was working. I decided it was my time to interject and attempt to move the conversation away.
"Maybe Hannah is exagerating?", I said "She likes to make things seem worse than they actually are". This drew everyone in the cars attention, the only sound you could hear was the low humming of the engine and the wind passing by the car.
I received a brisk "Huh?" and a raised eyebrow from Daisy, with a glance from Abbie's roomate in the back middle seat. I looked around the car slightly as we came up to a red light. I was trying to move the conversation away but ended up pulling all of the attention upon me, which I wouldn't mind normally, but not in this context.
"What do you mean by that Alex?", Abby said, looking in my rearview mirror inquisitively. I felt myself blushing, and before I could respond, Abby's roomate interupted me before I could even open my mouth, by shouting out "Alex are you dating Hannah?". I tried to splutter something in defence but I simply couldn't muster anything up. Daisy looked over at me and gave me a slight smile and she flicked her hair. Garnishing a proud look. She had got me.
"I am not dating Hannah, \*Abby's roomate's name\*, we ARE good friends, but she hasn't told me anything about this", I came up with eventually. This seemed to slightly quiet down the fuss in the car, but I was then given some tough questions from the roomates, trying to break through my wall of lies. Daisy decided to sit back and relax, watching as the mayhem unfold. I was darting side to side, thinking through my answers before they put their questions in.
I was doing really well, the roomates were starting to run out of questions, and the reason why they knew so much about "me and Hannah" is because the whole "Alex likes Hannah" shindig has been running since we were younger, and Abby told her roomates all about it. They practically know more about me than I do.
Google maps said we had three minutes left before we arrived at the bar, and the questions had taken a turn to how much longer was left and what everyone wanted to do. Abby had remained quiet throughout the entire journey and I didn't take much notice of this. We were pulling into the final intersection before the bar before Abby piped up with a "Hey Alex, about this whole Hannah situation", my mind instantly went blank, "uh yeah, what about it?" I returned, turning into the bar. She didn't reply to this, and Daisy looked to turn around to Abby, then looked at me, a broad smile brandished upon her face.
We all got out of the car and took a look at the bright lights towards the backside of the bar, with music blaring. Abby had chosen a selection of dance music for the event, and even in the car-park it was very much audible. We unloaded our drinks and equpiment, taking some photos by the bar. It was now becoming an hourly occurance, I didn't mind but it was getting repetetive.
Abby came up to my side as we were entering, we were behind everyone and she stopped me.
"About the Hannah stuff", she whispered, "Is it all a wind up by Daisy?", holding my arm. I sighed, but inside I was doing back-flips. This was perfect. "Yes, i'm glad you don't think anything of it". We went on to talk about how Daisy would always wind me up about Hannah growing up and such.
We ducked our heads through the doorway of the bar and picked up a drink, the DJ, all set up, blasting music through the massive speakers I "Borrowed" from my office a couple of years ago. I don't know how they haven't noticed. The roomates were already dancing, with Daisy following suit, all drinks in hand. We made our way towards the music and started pulling out our finest dance moves, the alcohol certainly losening the old joints and bringing out some of the best "dad moves". Daisy pulled me asside, and pulled me away from the music, to a small quiet corner.
"I'm sorry about the whole Hannah thing, It was wrong of me". Daisy said, which caught me seriously off guard. "I uh," I stopped, "I'm sorry I didn't, it's...." I stopped once again, Daisy seemed off kilter. I caught wind of this and asked if she was okay, "I didn't want things to be awkward".
"What do you mean awkard?", I asked, confused and wondering what she meant. "She's well uh", and just like clockwork, the swinging doors swung open and all those on the dancefloor lit up, their expressions changing from an excited look, to an absolutely ecstatic look.
In a almost heavinly like fashion, a figure emerged in the doorway, garnishing a fantasticly bright half piece, with accentuation in the hips and lower leg area. I recognised the figure before I could even see the face, I had seen a better version of the figure infront of me earlier that day.
It was Hannah.
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[b/S] me and my sister discussed our kinks(update)
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So a couple things to clear up before I give you guys an update. First I am going to college just online and my sister has already graduated and is on the job hunt so we’re both alone together a lot. Also I’m only gonna do updates when moments of interest happen.
If you read my last post you know that my sister just brought up she liked interests and I said I did too. Today we had the follow up conversation so this post will basically just be a short summary of what happened.
I just finished my classes for the day and I was watching tv with my sister when I brought up what she had said in our last conversation and obviously she agreed. I asked her why she found incest as a turn on and she told me it was the taboo then she asked what I found intriguing about it and I said it was for the same reasons as her. I also asked her is it siblings, parents, or both that she was interested in and she told me that she found both having sex with me and mom attractive (she’s bisexual) I said I also felt that way. We then discussed what was going to change, we came to conclusion we should experiment with kissing and see where that goes, she also said that she might start wearing less clothing around the house when we’re alone. Later that day we did experiment with kissing but for now it hasn’t led to much but I will update you guys as soon as something happens.
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[M33] Taking Requests
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College Dorm Sex - [M 18, F's 18 - 22] [Seduction] [ First Time Carnal Experiences]
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When I was 18, I knew this girl who was a cheerleader at the local college. She invited me to visit her at her dorm, and she proceeded to seduce me. She taught me a great deal about sex, the ins and outs of what a woman needs and desires, and that there is no such thing as too many orgasms. Her two roommates would masturbate when they heard her screams of pleasure as we banged away a couple of nights a week. Soon, after her roommates begged her to have me do them, I was doing them as well. As a newly experienced 18 year old, I was living a teenager's wet dream, and believe me, with college girls, it was extremely wet! It was much fun going from one bed to the other with girls who were insanely hot and craving to be fucked as much and as often as possible, and when the other had been primed by her roommate's orgasmic sighs and screams of pleasure, her orgasms came quickly and easily. As my carnal relationship evolved with the roommates, the three of us eventually ended up in the same bed. My friend was like the Mother hen to all the girls in the dorm, and when dorm gossip got around about me, needy dorm girls, living away from home for the first time, desperately wanting to experience what they had been craving for a very long time, which was at the top of their list of their secret college priorities, would ask her to hook them up with me. And sometimes, when girls would see me in the hall, they, not without blushing, would give me their room number and invite me to visit them. After having satisfied their long repressed needs and desires, some of the girls told me that giving me their room number and invite made them so hot and wet that they went back to their room and had some very intense orgasms, though not as intense as their first time with me, when their fantasy finally became their reality. I was a very sensitive and sensual 18 year old, and I took being responsible for a girls rite of passage transition from being a young girl to becoming a young woman very seriously. I wanted to make her first experience a positive, tender and sensually satisfying, enjoyable one for her. The results were magical, as becoming a young woman boosted a previously young girl's confidence and self-esteem. So many very hungry and grateful, lovely girls. If you are a needy college girl, DM me....I would love to hear from you.
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