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One of my first college FWBs just became single and I fucked him later that day [FM]
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my FWB and I met last year at the bars in my college town. We became friendly and eventually we started hooking up pretty frequently. He ended up becoming my main FWB for a while before he got a girlfriend. They dated for about 7 months before breaking up last Sunday. Monday morning (yesterday) he texts me and we talk before he lets me know that he’s single and wants me to come over. I can’t pass up the opportunity to fuck him again so I said yes!
So last night I drive to his place and chat with his roommates before we head to his room a few minutes later. Pretty much right away I’m on my knees giving him a blowjob and sucking his balls. I gave him a good, sloppy blowjob before getting on top and riding him. His dick is better than I remember and I make myself cum in a few minutes. Once I came for the first time I was all his. He told me to get into doggy and I let him fuck me balls deep for as long as he wanted. I started to struggle and shake a little bit by this point. Once he’s done in doggy we went to missionary and I had my legs on his shoulders just taking his dick. He was relentless and I told him I was going to cum again. His roommates definitely heard me say that I was going to cum- oops. I ended up cumming again before he pulled out and came all over my tits and stomach.
This morning we woke up early so we could fuck again. I basically just laid there as he had his way with me and ended up cumming on my ass. I can’t wait to see him again!
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Two Old Men at Nudist Camp Inspected My Young Wife for Ticks .
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I've been sharing stories about our many weekend adventures at the nudist colony we belonged to in the California foothills. My wife was 20 and I was the old man she said , really? I was 27 . Among the many twisted sexual things that she dedicated her life to was being a exhibitionist..One of many reasons I fell for her when she was in highschool.
Many people have asked me about going to a nudist resort or whatever you want to call them. I don't know anything about other nudist places , but where we went, no sexual activity was allowed in view of other people. It was a family establishment , kids of all ages and many retired people were there.
But if you were young and really beautiful , with long blonde hair and nicely enhanced boobs , backed up with a perfect ass you got tons of attention . And therein lies the reason we were regular members. We took my son from my first marriage with us for years, he grew up around his naked stepmom. That eventually led to many naughty things, but that's another set of stories for another time .
She had earlier in our relationship taught me the erotic pleasure of being a vouyer , from watching her fucking my choice of my best friends to porn style sex with my older step brother..Her grandpa had turned her into a nyphomainiac early in life , but again that's yet another lengthy set of stories . The takeaway here is she really liked much older men .Not to fuck usually , but to let some nice old guy get to see a genuine young pussy . Something that they hadn't viewed in decades.
The main part of the colony had a couple of swimming pools and tennis courts. People wandered around or sat in front of their cabins or motorhomes , kids running around and playing, very normal stuff , except that everyone was nude .Up to the east side of the camp was a small lake , maybe 200 acres. What we really liked was the mile or more of nice trails that went around the lake , through the willow trees and up into the hills .
There were a lot of nice redwood benches scattered along the trails, many were secluded , and the best part was not many people were ever on the trails .We always carried a couple of beach towels to sit on and gallon size beverage dispenser , Long Island Ice tea was our favorite thing then .
We were sitting on a bench that was at the furthest uphill side of the lake. We could see way down the the hill and saw two older guys slowly coming up the trail. We recognized them , they always said hello to us in the camp . And try as they may , they couldn't stop staring at my wifes boobs and the lack of pubic hair..My wife, Annie always smiled and stood closer than necessary to them when we encountered them in camp .
Annie and I were feeling the alcohol , and I had been rubbing her clit before we saw the old guys slowly coming up the hill. Our bench was about eight feet back from the trail in the deep shade of a big willow tree.
Annie whispered " you please just play along , when they get here , ask if they can help us " . I started to ask what the hell she was talking about and then they were in front of us , Annie jabbed me in the ribs with her elbow , so I said " hey , could you guys please help us ?" . They were looking at Annies titties as they walked under the willow branches and stood in front us .
They were both in their seventies I guessed , slim with white hair and both their cocks were dangling in front of my young wife . Annie had her knees together and was smiling up at the old guys ." I'm sorry to interrupt your walk but I'm worried , we heard that ticks were around now and they carry viruses . " One guy said that it was true , they always used a insect spray before walking up here in the hills . Annie was rubbing suntan lotion on her hardening nipples as he spoke .
She was looking from one to the other guy as she smeared the oil on her plump boobs, their eyes glued to her hard nipples. "Do you think suntan lotion will keep me safe? . They softly replied " maybe , it's worth a shot" . She then said " my real problem is kinda complicated , my husband and I haven't seen a tick on someone before, and my silly husband forgot his glasses ."
They seemed confused , but I noticed that thier old cocks had grown a little watching my wife twirling her nipples in front of them. " Well Honey what's he need glasses for may we ask? " Annie innocently looked up at the old guys and said " I think I may have a tick on me , and it's in a place I can't see and , well he's useless without glasses." I have a few small moles or beauty marks but this may be different. This is in an embarrassing place , maybe I shouldn't even have interrupted your stroll she quietly said as she was batting her eyes at them.
She continued with " you guys are so nice and you remind of my dear grandpa , he always let me be naked with him , I loved him so much . " "Oh honey , that's really sweet , of course you can trust us ! Where is this naughty tick darling ?" Annie finally moved her hands from her puffy pussy and opened her legs just a bit, and looking up at them whispered loudly " it's somewhere by my , she paused for a second , by my little cunny she said with her eyes looking down at her freshly waxed pussy lips . "
The old guys were obviously thrilled , Annie told me to get up and make sure nobody else was around . She put one beach towel on the ground in front of the bench. She asked them if they could get on their knees in front of her . And probably in the fastest the old guys had moved in years they went to their knees in front of my young wifes legs .
Annie was smiling as she moved her bottom to the edge of the bench right in front of the old gentlemen . I told them that there was nobody in site as far as I could see . Okay , thanks babe ..Then she said " l'm really embarrassed but are you guys ready to help me ? " She leaned way back and slowly spread her legs so wide that both the guys were enclosed within her spread .
They immediately began whispering to each other " oh my goodness , she has no hair , it's so smooth and and oh goodness that's so beautiful " "Please feel free to touch me down there , please look for anything wrong , " The weathered old hands stroked her soft smooth thighs and gently touched her cunnys lips. They had their heads together as they got within inches of her pussy .
She put her hand on her thigh and touched a small brown freckle an inch from her little brown asshole . " Is this a tick? "she asked the old fellas. They took turns inspecting the freckle and assured my wife that it wasn't a tick . She was soaking wet and in a trembling voice said" Oh good , thank you so much " Then she said " you guys have made me feel very nice down there , I know it's against the colony rules but.. will you please do anything you would like to do to my pussy ? my husband and I would like that , right daddy? she said to me as I stood guard " . Yes baby that's fine I answered .
Look what you have done to my pussy , Annie put her hands on both sides of her cunt and spread her lips apart and her swollen clit stood up hard and glistening wet .. She stayed like that as the guys took turns sucking and licking her from her asshole to her swollen clit .. She asked them to finger her until she finally started shaking and violently squirted all over them..
They stood up and watched her pull herself together and closed her legs . She smiled and asked " would you guys like to fuck my young pussy? it's perfectly okay ? " They both leaned down and kissed her cheeks. " We thank you so much for making such a beautiful experience for two old guys.. you are an angel. . But neither of us could handle fucking someone as young and sexy as you , and we both are extremely old school , we are married and this was the closest we ever came to cheating. ..Can we kiss you " down there" again sometime ?"
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29 [M] She pegged me
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So it finally happened. I finally was able to get pegged and it was one of my best sexual experiences to date.
I have a FWB that I have become fairly regular with. Up to the point that we are very open about sexual desires and have began to experiment a little with each other. I mentioned previously that I am very interested in ass play and we have been slowly building up to this wonderful day. A finger or two here or there and a tongue have been all we have tried but I was ready for more. We planned an afternoon one weekend to meet up and I felt it was the perfect time and wanted to make it a nice surprise for her.
I prepped myself and waited for her to arrive. She rang the bell and I buzzed her up to my apartment. My heart fluttering a bit as I knew this would be a new experience.
She knocked on my door and I let her in with a big smile. She closed the door and we immediately dove in for a tongue deep kiss. Followed by the usual “how are you” small talk as we walked to the bedroom. Before we entered, I told her to close her eyes because I have a surprise. She gave a giggle and placed her hands over her eyes as I grabbed her hips and guided her through the door in front of me. I clicked the light switch on and told her to open up. It took her a second to realize but her face lit up when she noticed what was going on.
On the nightstand I had a nice sized strap-on, butt plug, and lube sitting out. She turned to me and it was on. We began kissing passionately as we scrambled to remove our clothes. Our hands tracing each other’s bodies in between taking an article of clothing off. Before we knew it, we were running our tongues over the other one’s while our naked bodies connected. My cock grew hard and I could feel how wet she was already as my hands grazed in between her thighs.
She let out soft moans as our kissing became more aggresive. Each time our lips reconnected, it just added to how badly we wanted each other. Our bodies were practically begging to fuck, asking to us to orgasm.
My lips began to make my way down her body. Tracing her neck with my tongue lightly as I kissed down it. Making my way to each breast. Kissing it tenderly, flicking her nipple with my tongue before giving it a playful bite. My fingers tracing the other nipple as it waits for my lips to make my way over to it. Eventually moving on down her navel and past her hips. My mouth stopping and hovering directly over her clit. My breathe making her moan in anticipation as I moved to her inner thighs. Kissing and tracing my tongue up and down her thighs until she was all but begging for me to taste her pussy.
We locked eyes briefly and I knew she couldn’t be teased anymore. I dove in and began licking her clit. Taking my time with forceful but tender licks, slowly building up my tempo as I feel her hands grip the back of my head. I’d bring her close, knowing the legs beginning to squeeze my head meant she was almost there. When I reached tbat edge I would drift my tongue to her dripping wet hole for just long enough to build thay edge back up. As her moans grew louder and more desparate, I knew it was time to make her cum. I sucked on her clit, keeping that pressure, while I ran my tongue back and forth over it. It wasn’t long before she let out a long scream and her leg clamp released. Her breathing was fast and shallow. Her eyes closed, head tilted back, and a soft smile on her lips.
Knowing how sensitive she gets post orgasm, I made sure to linger a bit just to drive her sensations wild. Pulling away for a second, I soaked in her naturally beauty after a wonderful orgasm. Only to place my hands on the back of her thighs and lifted her up a bit. Giving me enough space to dive my tongue into her tight ass. It was covered in the run off from her dripping pussy which only added to the fun. Her moans picked back up as I played with her ass. She loves getting fucked by my tongue. After a few minutes, all she could mutter was “your turn”.
I laid on my back and she laid to my side. We kissed deeply, our tongues entangled once more. She grabbed my cock while we kissed for a few short strokes before reaching over and grabbing the lube. She lubed up two fingers and began working in my tight hole. I let out a little moan as we kissed, her fingers inside me. She fingered me for a short while as we made out before she wrapped her lips on my cock.
She made sure to twirl her tongue on the head of my cock as she bobbed slowly up and down. Her fingers deep inside me as my cock touched the back of her throat. The pleasure was intense and I was ready to take it to the next level. As she continued to work my cock, I reached over and grabbed the butt plug and lubed it up. I pulled her back and slipped it in to continue to loosen my hole. She smiled as she watched it go in and leaned back in for another strong kiss.
As we kissed, she straddled me and slipped my hard cock inside her. She was so wet after fingering me. Her hips began to thrust as my hands explored her body. Her tight wet pussy felt amazing on my cock, especially with my ass filled. She leaned back and my hands grabbed her tits as she bounced up and down. I could tell she was yet again close to cumming and I wanted it all over my dick. The pace increased and the bouncing turned to grinding on my cock. Her moans increasing in volume as she climaxed again while riding me. She leaned in for a tight kiss and smile a big grin. Without saying a word she hopped off and grabbed the strap on… it was time.
As she fastened the strap, I removed the plug and assumed my position bent over the bed. She lubed up the dildo and again added more lube to my ass with her fingers. She then gave my big ass a smack and began guiding the dildo into my hole. I took it all and let out a loud gasp. It felt nothing short of amazing to be filled up. She began thrusting, slowly at first. All I could focus on was the feeling of the dildo thrusting in and out of me. She was letting out soft moans, fully enjoying this chance she had to fuck me.
As I became more comfortable, I let out a “fuck me harder” whimper. She picked up the pace and my cock grew harder with every thrust. I reached down and was beginning to stroke myself as she fucked me deep and hard. I was moaning loudly as she continued pounding my ass. I felt the orgasm build and I stroked my cock and this submissive feeling I have not yet felt rushed over my body. I whimpered to fuck my tight hole over and over as she fucked me more aggresively. She kept asking how much ai loved her cock. All I could dribble out was yes I love this cock, fuck me harder. My strokes matched her pace and I finally couldn’t hold it any more. I released a massive load all over the floor along with a big whimper. Her pace didn’t slow as the second and third ropes left my dick. She finally thrusted one last time deep inside me before pulling out.
At this point I was weak legged and breathing heavily, collapsing back into the bed. That was one of the strongest orgasms I have ever had. She smacked my ass and then laid down next to me.
We cuddled for a while just talking about how fun that was. Eventually we kissed a bit and she was on her way. Turning with a big smile and a wink as she walked out the door, knowing she just changed my life.
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[M/s] i (f23) have sex w dad and now i want my mom to fuck my boyfriend
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i want my mom to fuck my boyfriend when i can’t
so the story about my family starting to have fun (me and dad, mom and brother) is on my profile. a lot has happened since all that, short version is that dad and i still do it about once a week, my brother moved away so i don’t get to enjoy his huge dick that often anymore and neither does mom. mom and i still have never done anything, she just watches dad and i and encourages him which turns me on a lot.
sm for catching up… well now i’m pregnant with my boyfriends baby. it wasn’t planned but now we’re very excited and ready to start our own family. now here’s the thing, we are both extremely sexual ppl. after i give birth i won’t be able to do a lot for him regarding that aspect. the past couple of days i’ve been thinking of letting him fuck someone else and i keep coming back to my mom.
my boyfriend is mixed (italian/african) and my mom has been dropping hints about wanting to know his size and if rumors are true. i’ve been thinking of just letting her find out but i have to ask my bf first (i think?). if i ask him first it’s fair towards him. but on the other hand i’d just love to surprise him after i give birth being like: well here’s someone else you can satisfy yourself with. we both have a family kink ig u can say. in bed he’s the dominant one and i’m an innocent little princess so i feel like he’d love that i want to make sure he gets his needs met.
i just really dk how to go about this, he’s very into younger girls (he’s 36, i’m 23 and he’d go younger for sure) so idk if he’d be into my mom. so if anyone has tips on how to go about this pls lmk 🥰
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[B/S] I (f21) recently moved back in with my parents. My brother (M18) is hitting on me and I don't know what to do!
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I recently moved back into my folks place after breaking up with my boyfriend. I wasn't able to afford the rent at the place we were staying by myself so I asked my parents if I could move back in for awhile.
It's been about four weeks and things have been weird between myself and my little brother. We weren't really close when we were younger, but since I moved back in he is constantly by my side.
I thought maybe he was just trying to be a good brother and make up for the years of us not being close, but I'm not so sure now.
When I sit on the couch, he has to be snuggled right op next to me, he even puts his arm over my shoulder! Let's me set my legs over his on the couch even though I know it's uncomfortable.
He's also constantly giving me compliments, which would be fine if they didn't constantly border on the line of inappropriate. Like the other day he complimented my ass in a pair of yoga pants.
There's other examples of this weird behavior, like him giving me shoulder rubs, or offering to rub my feet. Cooking me meals, and cleaning up after me. I won't list all of it in this post, but it's been a lot.
My major problem is, I kind of like the attention. Maybe it's because I've just come out of a pretty serious relationship, but I find myself thinking about him in a non sisterly way the more he showers me with affection.
I know I shouldn't think like this but, he's so handsome, and so attentive to my needs. It just feels like 24/7 pampering and I can't help but love it.
What should I do? I don't know if these feelings can turn sexual, but the fact I even think about it probably says a lot right? Is he trying to butter me up so I cave to his advances when he finally pushes for something in return for his pampering of me?
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"Hey Sweet Pea, why don't you give me a little taste of what's between your legs. You can call me...Detective Clit Tracy." [30M/29F, Second-Person POV, Soft Dom, Cunnilingus]
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I was minding my own business, as usual, nursing the dregs of my Manhattan while the Broken Arrow’s busted jukebox scratched out the smoky crooning of Perry Como.
“Dream on, indeed,” I mumbled, punching the ice in my tumbler as I searched for the final sips of that copper liquor. Lost in thought, I stared into the mirror behind the bar counter, my slick hair falling artfully in a small loop near my eyebrow. I pushed it back and rubbed my chin, inspecting the formation of–what time was it?--seven o’clock shadow. It was then that I saw the red vinyl door swing open and *you* stepped in.
My mood–soured by a shit case and an irritating client–suddenly brightened. *Talk about a stone-cold fox.* I glanced over my shoulder, hopeful that you’d park that black dress-encased ass on the stool next to mine. And you did.
I chewed against my toothpick, pushing it upwards as I gave you a sly, but friendly smile. “Evening, miss.”
A sweet smile, from you, but with a devious edge. You were about to be my femme fatale. I knew it when you walked in that door. And I knew it again when I watched you carefully cross your legs. Like you didn’t catch my eyes drifting down to that small gap between your thighs where the hem of your dress pulls tight.
I think you know my weakness. Bet you can see it in the way my green eyes always seem to drift downward. I know you know it when you start to roll up the hem of your dress, smiling at me as you reveal just a *tiny* bit more of your thighs.
Fuck.
I’m supposed to meet an informant. That rat, Joey Lamone. Fuck ‘im. He can wait, because Perry Como’s rolled into the cool call of Al Martino and he’s swooning about that *my cherie*.
Well, honey, this ain’t love, but you could be my cherie just for the night. And we both know there ain’t nothin’ more romantic than a man who loves pussy. That’s right, darling, lemme talk you out of that dress and into my car–not necessarily in that order. You’ll like it, I promise. It’s a great big classic Cadillac painted a lovely candy apple red. Just like your lips. And you can lay down in the back, wiggle your hips, and lock your ankles around my neck.
I’ll turn up the radio, sugar, so the burled brass of *Bitches Brew* can slip away into the wet night. And it ain’t just the city streets I’m talkin’ ‘bout honey–all slick and sweet and a tiny bit sour.
Oh? You wanted to talk? Nah. Shut up and put your hands in my hair. My lips are plenty occupied. And my tongue’s in a knot around that tiny bead. Go ahead and squeeze your thighs when it feels good. Lean back, arch your back, let out a sigh, a moan, a little whimper, and a shivering cry.
When I’m tipsy I can go all fuckin’ night. And I’m always tipsy, baby. It’s an occupational hazard. So drip that pretty cunt down my face and pay attention to the gentle pricking of my stubble. I’ll rub against your most sensitive places. I’ll put one finger, then two, between your folds. Push down, like I’m tapping the bartop, and feel you clench around me.
Let me lay my tongue flat against your swollen clit, then drag it nice and slow, pull it back and hold it straight as an arrow to push inside you, up, flipping above your hood and then back down. It’s a foxtrot we’re doing, sweetheart, with you shaking your hips while my weathered, calloused hands hold your tight little ass in place.
You can cum.
Don’t be shy. Ain’t nobody else to hear you but me. And, well, if someone does hear that crying whimper of release, I’ll just be damn proud and they’ll be mighty jealous. Most men can’t treat a cunt the way I can. I wanna feel you pop your hips into the air as you drive your clit against my tongue. Then you pulse back and forth, back and forth, a violent little jerking as I shove my fingers deep, demanding more, more, **more**.
Your eyes might cross. Or roll back in your head. But I won’t see. I’m too busy getting squeezed between your legs, your soft thighs finding resistance against my jawline.
Are you finished? Really? Lemme drag my soaking fingers across your pearl one last time. There’s a nice fucking shiver. And, damn, you’re wet. Were you planning to, well, get fucked by a stranger? Because you’re more than ready for me.
On your stomach. Wiggle that pretty little ass in the air. I’ll just unbuckle this belt, grab you by the hair, and **push**. Your pussy’s smeared across my face, now I want it soaking my cock. Listen, cupcake, I already know what you sound like with my face pushed into your cunt. Now I think you owe it to me–really, doncha?--to show me how you whimper and whine with a cock spreading you wide.
So close your eyes, bite your bottom lip, and **take me**.
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[B/s] I (M23) played a game with my sister (F20) and her friend (F19); update 12 (part 2)
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Because of the limit of 1 post per 12 hours, I've combined their stories in one post.
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Megan
Hi everybody, I’m known as Megan in the story. So, this all started about a month ago, when Mark (he told me that’s his alias in this story) and Sophia organized a big party with both of their friend. I do admit that I’d been checking him out that day and hoped that something would happen once we got to drinking. I have had a small crush on him for a few months before that party but I think it was more physical attraction than anything else. I didn’t do anything with it since I’ve been good friends with Sophia for as long as I’ve known her and that’s a very long time, I think since halfway through primary school. I didn’t want to make things weird or even ruin our friendship by hooking up with Mark.
So, back to the start of this all. The drinks got flowing later in the afternoon and I tried to make some subtle advances towards Mark but I don’t think he noticed. I didn’t mind, guys usually don’t pick up on hints. That night it was just the three of us and we played some games while drinking. My hopes came true and I got the chance to kiss Mark. It was awesome but I didn’t expect things to go further. After our kiss I noticed he got hard, so I drunkenly got a bit bold. I dared him to take of his shirt, but the dare came back to me and I had to do the same. I wasn’t wearing a bra but my drunk self cared less than I should have. I took off my shirt and Mark stared at my boobs. We played more after that but nothing happened.
At this point I knew Mark had some interest in me, but I didn’t know in which magnitude and if it was purely physical or something more. I wanted to test the waters and proposed to play truth or dare again. I felt a bit nervous but Mark seemed relaxed so I figured everything would go smoothly. Within a few dares we were undressed and eventually I sucked his dick. This was when I knew he was interested, of course.
After our talk with Sophia, who was still a bit hesitant, she decided to join in. That evening we played a game where we got blindfolded and had to guess who touched us. This ended in Sophia and I sucking Mark’s dick, him eating my pussy and me fingering Sophia. This was, at least for me, an indication that she was also ready to continue.
I’ll spare you the journey you’ve already read, since it’s a lot of text, and I mean a lot. I’ve read all the posts and it honestly felt like reading a small book. I’m really glad Sophia is still comfortable with all of this and we’ve been able to hide all this from their parents.
As Mark has described, we continued until we eventually had sex and Mark and I got into a relationship. It may sound cheesy but I feel like the happiest girl ever right now and I couldn’t have wished for this all to happen.
**Sophia**
Hi guys, my turn to tell my side of the story.
First off, my experiences have purely been sexual, not emotional. I’ve read in the comments of one of the posts that a throuple could be an option for us, but I don’t have any feelings for either of them. They seem to have an amazing relationship and I don’t want to get in between them.
I’ve never had any attraction towards Mark before this all, but I have had some sexual dreams about him and/or his friends a few times before. It’s nothing I intentionally think about, just something that has happened.
The truth or dare evening Mark had told you guys, I was quite drunk. I got dared to take off my shirt and I didn’t really care. Both of them have seen me in bikini’s and bra’s before so it didn’t matter. They had both seen me without one as well by the way, Megan is obvious, and Mark had seen it a few separate times when I forgot to lock the shower door or when I was in my room and he walked in while I was naked. Nothing to be ashamed off, these things happen. I dared Megan to do the same but she wasn’t wearing a bra. I didn’t know and although I had seen her without one before, Mark didn’t so I didn’t think she would actually do it. I was flabbergasted when she did it, but I did like her boldness. The next night we got back to truth or dare and I was curious to see what would happen. Things somewhat spiralled out of control and it ended up at Megan sucking Mark’s dick. I was surprised to find myself aroused and couldn’t help but start to masturbate. From then on, I got involved and we eventually had sex. I’d never in a million years would expect Mark and I have sex, but I don’t regret it one bit. He listens very well to our feedback and advice, even though he goes rogue sometimes, so it’s very enjoyable.
As expected, I did have some hesitations throughout it all, but Megan and Mark didn’t put any pressure on me. I really liked that I could have pulled out whenever it got uncomfortable but I’m glad I didn’t. I slowly got more and more comfortable with the thought of having sex with Mark until I finally felt ready for it. I can imagine Mark and Megan are fucking like crazy and trying all kinds of new things, but I’m ok with normal sex. The toys for his birthday were fun, but not really my style.
As for any detailed sex stories, I guess Mark has explained everything in detail, so I don’t have to go over all of that.
That’s all they had to tell about this. They told me that all sexual acts didn’t need to be repeated and that they wanted to leave some space for questions. My only request is that you stay respectful and don’t start to ask creepy or suggestive things.
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First time anal
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I was kneeling over my bed, scrolling through my phone. My mattress was on the floor, as it had no frame. My back arched and ass perked up in the air, hoping he noticed my sensual posture from across the room. I heard his footsteps become louder as he approached me, my heart pounding harder every time I heard his shoes contact the oak flooring beneath. I heard knees slam against the ground behind me, then warm hands explored my outer thighs and hips, slowly making their way to my round cheeks.
He interrupted the slow movement with a fierce smack to my rear. I immediately bit my lip and let out a muffled moan. He did it again. The sting was stronger. He even left a sizable red handprint. I heard a deep chuckle behind me as he slid down my black lacy panties, which were already soaked through, pulling them just under my knees so the floor didn't hurt me. I then felt his warm touch return to my ass, this time gentle.
His hot breath just hovering over my pussy. His tongue made contact, toying with my clit, making his way through my folds. He goes higher and when I expected him to withdraw; he dove straight into my ass. Prodding his tongue at my entrance. It shocked me this being the last thing I expected, but fuck if I wasn't into it. I felt cold droplets fall onto me, dripping down to my pussy, immediately followed by the head of his hard, engorged cock quickly pressing into me. I winced and jolted forward, tears welling up in my eyes. Immediately he pulled out, lifted my shoulders off of the bed, turned me around to ask if I was okay. I took a few deep breaths and wiped my eyes. "Yes, that was just very sudden." I replied.
He asked if I wanted him to stop. I shook my head no. He grabbed the bottle of lube and pumped some into his hand, completely saturating his digits in it. He then wrapped his other arm around my waist and pulled me onto his lap, my legs open, his cock in between his lower abdomen and my clit. Face flushed and biting my lip again, he just smiles and said "deep breaths, just relax cutie." I felt his fingers slide around my ass, I tensed up "easy, I said relax" I took a breath in then as I exhaled I felt a finger slide inside my ass, I jumped a little my hands meeting his chest, my body this time accepting this new sensation.
I closed my eyes and felt him slowly stroke his finger in and out, met with his hard cock pressing against me. My silky moans floating through the room. I move on my own, synchronizing our movements. "See, feels good, doesn't it? "
I couldn't have hid the sheer lust in my expressions if my life depended on it.
He then wrapped his arm tighter, holding me in place while he sped up his movements. I was melting into the feeling, absolute putty in his hands. He then lifted me off his lap and gently pushed me back over the bed. Back arched and ass in the air just like before
His finger slipped in me once more while he lubed up his cock again.
One hand gripping my hips, the other making its way down my back from between my shoulder blades where he had pushed me, tracing my curves, then wrapping around and under me. His fingers gliding along my clit as he slowly pushed the tip of his cock inside me, stopping for a moment as he waited for my reaction. This time, my body was more than inviting. I moaned and nodded my head, unsure if he knew what I was doing. I felt him push the rest of himself inside my ass, moaning himself over the tight fit. I dropped my blushing face into my pillow as he pumped in and out of me, picking up speed with every thrust. He removes his hand and places mine on my pussy so he can better grip my hips. My cum dripping everywhere, down my legs and creating a small puddle on the floor. With him pumping into me, I was an incoherent babbling mess, practically drooling over every movement made. Continuing to play with myself, I felt a white hot orgasm building inside. My entire body, hot and shaking.
In a swift movement, he took a fistful of my golden blonde hair and looped it around his wrist. So I couldn't hide my screams. Mouth going from completely agape to gritting my teeth, a rattled ~"fuck" rolling off of my tongue repeatedly as I came so hard I saw stars.
His own grunting and panting circling through my head as I felt his grip tensing on my hips, his thighs slapping hard against my ass. The thrusting became slower but so much harder; I felt him twitching, pulsing and shooting ropes inside me. Accompanied by raspy moans and one last thrust letting out a final grunt then falling back onto his heels, one hand still placed on the opposite cheek of the handprint he left so he could admire the mess we made.
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My Roommate, The Sissy [M29/F22] [Sissy] [Toys] [Masturbation]
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About two years ago my roommate left town. He was leaving the place we share for about five years. He had a job offer he couldn’t decline. So I had to look for a new person to share my apartment with, because back then I wasn’t able to afford it on my own. And I didn’t wanted to loose my home. Because it was affordable and I just loved living in it.
Many people showed up and took a tour through the place. Most of them weren’t down my alley. Of those who were some just didn’t want to move in with me. It just took some time to find the right new roommate. And luckily one day, he showed up.
He was about twenty two years old and something between him and twenty nine year old me just made click. He genuinely liked my place, he could stand me and so he asked me if he could move in. I told him that I needed some time to think about it, but about two hours later I sent him a simple message: “You can move in, if you like.”
Not even a minute later he sent me a confirmation: “Thanks, when can I dump my stuff into my new room?”
Yes, my new roommate was one who did tacks with heads. He wasn’t the manliest looking man out there, but he was one that wasn’t into wasting time. And someone that stood by his word.
But my old roommate was still living with me, so I told him that he had to wait three more weeks. A “No problem, I just transferred you the deposit” came back. We set up a date to sign some paperwork, to hand him over the keys and then I spent some relaxing three weeks in my place: Cleaning, renovating and hanging out with my old roomy.
Then the moving in day came. It was a Friday. He showed up with some friends and a rented van. They carried his stuff into his room and dumped some of it into our living room, the bathroom and into the kitchen. Once everything had found its was up into the apartment the friends left. He thanked them, they left and from now on he lived with me, in my place. My place that should turn into our place with time.
It took some time until all of his stuff found a place in the common rooms. His own room was ready within a couple of hours. I helped him reassembling his furniture and hanging up some pictures and similar stuff. Once we were done, he thanked me and signaled me to leave him alone. I respected his privacy and went into my room.
On the next day we took care of his kitchen stuff, his bathroom stuff and the stuff he dumped into our living room. And to my, to our surprise his things matched mine. It enhanced the assemble. Once we were done redecorating we got rid of the trash and ordered some pizza. Then we ate, talked with each other and got to know each other a little bit.
We found some common ground while hanging out. We had a couple of laughs. Then he addressed the household chores. A first time for me, because previously I always was the one that had to bring up the topic. But not this time. His doing, it made me like him even more. Then we split the household chores in equal parts and established a rotating system. After the hard work was done, we called it a day.
To my surprise the splitting of the household chores worked out perfect. Na arguing, everyone did his part on time without having to be told to do so, the place staid clean and tidy. Our arrangement just worked as planed.
Again, it was a first time for me. During our day to day life, we two got along. We were living next to each other. Not being in each other’s way or going on each other’s nerves. It being that way told me that I probably had chosen the right roommate. Despite his young age.
As time went by we got to know each other better and better. We figured out that we really got along with each other. So one day I found the courage to ask him about the female beauty and care products that showed up in our bathroom. At first he dodged the question. He did that to give him more time to think about a suitable answer.
Once he had one, he shared his wisdom with me. He told me that the female shampoo was better for his long hair than the male one. He told me that he used female skin care products because the worked better with his sensitive skin. And he told me that he needed the nail polish for some role he was playing in some amateur movie some friend of him was making.
While listening to him I already made up my opinion about it. An opinion I shared with my roommate as soon as he was finished explaining: “Do whatever you want. I don’t judge you. And well, stop making up things.”
His face froze. By the looks of it I had caught him red handed. I had no clue with what I had caught him, but well, I figured that I would find that out sooner or later. But for now, I let it be. I told him that it is okay. I told him that he didn’t need to worry about me. And I told him that his secrets were safe with me, as long as he stuck to our cleaning schedule. A relieved smile appeared on his face: “Thank you, I will.”
Then the conversation went elsewhere. We spent the rest of the evening together. Doing guys hanging out stuff while having a blast. Until it was late and time to brush our teeth and go to bed.
A couple of weeks later something strange happened. Late at night, at a time when I usually was asleep I went into the kitchen to grab me some midnight snack and a glass of water. While I was standing in the kitchen I heard some very intense female moaning coming out of my roommate’s room – you get into his room by going through our walk through kitchen. It made me curious: Was he screwing a woman?
After listening in for some time, after getting my stuff I went back into my room. I had my snacks, I had my water, then I fell asleep. On the next evening I ran into my roommate in the kitchen. I just had to ask him: “Have you had someone female and willing in your room yesterday night?”
To my surprise he blushed. Awkwardness all of a sudden was filling the room. He struggled to get a single damn word out of his mouth. I made one step back: “Been watching porn on full volume? No problem with me either.”
He nodded. He began to relax, his face lost it’s red taint: “Yeah, I was watching porn. Sometimes I just have to turn up the volume while doing so.”
I told him that it was fine with me. I also told him that I wasn’t hearing anything when I was outside of the kitchen. I also told him that the walls were thick and the ceilings too, so the neighbors for sure weren’t able to hear anything. A somewhat relieved expression appeared on my roommates face. Then we went our ways again.
The next somewhat strange thing happened about a week later. I made a discovery in the washing machine in our bathroom. When dumping in my dirty underwear and my even dirtier socks I found a nice set of woman’s panties inside the machine. It took them out, I took a closer look at them and in exactly the moment I had them in my hands my roommate came around the corner.
When he saw what I had in my hands, he got an anxiety attack. He froze, he blushed and he nearly collapsed. He clearly didn’t wanted me to find those. I tried to calm him down, I tried to make him feel better: “A souvenir from the past? I got some of those too in a drawer in my room.”
My roommate took a few deep breaths in and out. It took him some time to get his shit together again. Then he finally opened his mouth. He spoke with a very insecure voice: “Yes, it is. From a woman I fucked a year ago. It must have slipped into my laundry.”
His reaction, the insecurity in his voice, something smelled fishy. But I decided to let it be. I decided to not dug into the topic any deeper. I just handed him the panties and then I watched him walking off towards his room. I never ever mentioned the incident again, neither did he.
Time moved on. Things were going the usual ways in our apartment. I meanwhile had found a full time job, my roommate was still hanging out at university. I worked regular office hours, so he knew when to expect me back home. He basically hat the place for himself during the day from the moment I became a full member of the work force. My roommate got used to the fact that he can do whatever he wants for the time I was at work.
One day, it must have been four months after I found the panties in the washing machine, I found out what my roommate was up to during the day. My boss told us to go home shortly after noon. He told us that we did well and that we deserved a reward. So I grabbed my stuff, jumped onto my bike and rode back home
Once I arrived at home I opened the door and went inside. At first I put down my stuff, then I went to the bathroom and then I went over into the living room. While still listening to some nice tunes on my blue tooth headphones.
But as soon as I entered the living room I froze. My roommate was in it. He was wearing some lingerie, he had his hair open and he had put a lot of make up on his face. To make things even worse he was bouncing up and down a huge dildo while there was some porn on the TV. It took me more than a few moments to process what I was seeing.
One of the first things I did was taking my headphones off. And there it was again, the female moaning. Nope, it didn’t came out of the TV. It was my roommate. Enjoying himself while riding his more than decent sized toy.
I must admit, watching the toy going in and out of his butt, watching his limp dick, his balls bouncing up and down with every thrust he gave himself, it had something. It made me rock hard. I just had to stay, I had to watch, it was dragging me in.
Luckily my roommate was already gone to far. He was elsewhere. He had already lost track of his surrounding. His moaning was filling the room. His eyes were running in circles while his face gave out random expressions. All that mattered for him in his state of mind was the plastic dick sliding in and out of his tight fuck hole. And damn it, him being that way, him fucking himself, it was nothing but hot to watch.
Without even thinking, out of pure instinct I began to touch myself. I began to jerk off my rock hard dick while still being covered by my pants and my boxers. I just had to do it. And fuck, it felt good.
After some time watching my roommate fucking himself, after some time polishing my own rock hard dick while leaning against the door frame there was only one thought, one fantasy left inside my horny brain: I want him to bounce up and down on my rock hard dick. I wanted to fuck him up his ass. I want to make him moan out like a woman.
Meanwhile sweat was running down my roommates body. He still was at it. He had some stamina. He kept the pace. He took the toy balls deep. He took it hard. I meanwhile had to suppress my moaning. I was working myself towards an orgasm too. One stroke followed the other.
While my roommate gave himself one thrust after the other. He was close to an orgasm too. His body was tightening. His hands were looking for something to hold on to. They found his own tights. He squeeze his own tights while he kept on riding his toy. And damn it, how I wished it would be mine while he would be riding me cowgirl.
And then, boom, my roommate came from fucking himself up the ass. His balls unloaded themselves through his limp dick. His moaning stopped and then he collapsed onto the floor.
I came a few seconds after him. I creamed my boxers while watching him creaming our living room floor. My body was shaking when my balls dumped their sticky load inside my underwear.
It took us both some time to be ourselves again. As soon as I was back in my body again I wanted nothing but to turn around and leave. While hoping that my roommate wouldn’t even realize that I had watched him, that I had jerked off to him. But he regained faster than I did. He saw me standing in the door frame. He saw the bulge between my legs. He just stared at me. And I just stared at him.
We kept on looking at each other for what felt like an eternity. Then your eyes met, then we both panicked. I excused myself, I told him that I was sorry to interrupt him then I ran off into my room. I heard him excusing himself for fucking himself in the middle of the living room and then he probably grabbed his stuff and ran off into his room.
We both had no clue, no idea what to do next. We got out of each others way for about two days. We successfully avoided each other, luckily the layout of our flat makes that a relatively easy thing to do. But we both also no knew that this was no solution for our problem. We needed to talk, and it was me who made the first step.
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When in a sauna [F] [M]
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A couple of years ago I went with my then boyfriend to a sauna. We went pretty often so there was no weirdness about us being naked with a bunch of other people.
The only thing that was different this time was that my boyfriend was very horny. He normally was, but not when we were around other people like that. Just about every time we wanted to leave a pool or sauna we had to wait for him to "cool down".
We were there pretty late and as it was getting closer to closing time, more and more people left. We were also ending our day by floating around in the pool, relaxing. There were only a few other people around. As we were standing in a corner, I felt his hands on my legs. They were going all the way up and he spread my legs a bit. He came standing in front of me and started to pull me into an embrace , pulling me close. I could feel his hard cock against me as he very gently pulled me up a bit and then slowly put me back down. His cock went in me with ease. Sauna sex is not exactly allowed so we had to be discreet. He very softly started thrusting. I was with my back against the wall and could feel his cock moving inside me. I put my arms around him, returning the hug. This also allowed me to move with him and pushing down to get him to go deeper.
We kept a slow, sensual, but very hot embrace. I clenched the muscles in my pelvic area to let him know I was enjoying it. He whispered sweet nothingness in my ear as he tried to go faster. I looked around real quick to make sure there wasn't anyone paying attention to us. This was not the case. I took a risk and started moving up and down more, almost letting myself fall around his cock everytime I came down. Using the waves we were creating to our advantage. His sweet nothingness turned into small moans. He buried his mouth in my neck and I felt him shoot his load in me.
We kept eachother in an embrace for a few more moments before we let go and were finally able to get out of the pool, dry of and get home to finish what we started.
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[M/S] I am very attracted to my sons. Update 442. A sweet succubus veiled in secrecy and concealed by darkness.
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Without a word, without a sound and without warning, I slipped into Patrick's bedroom in the dead of night. His heavy breathing filled the void, and his moans were fueled with a hedonistic satisfaction. My nimble tongue tickled and pleased him as my jaw and throat worked at fulfilling his darkest desires. Like a voluptuary spirit, I helped myself to his fleshly and sybaritic sexual energies to consummate my own carnal needs.
As my younger son slept naked in my bed, I was in my older boy's room sucking his cock. He and I held hands as I took him into my mouth and made his entire body tingle. More than likely, he did not even realize I was naked as I performed this act of love. My knees were on the bed with my ass perched high above and my hair cascaded onto his thighs. After a few minutes, I let go of one of his hands to touch myself as his swollen member touched the back of my throat.
His back arched as he filled my mouth with his warm, masculine essence and, once I had swallowed, he panted strongly. Mommy simply stood up and left the room, unseen but felt, loved and cherished. The entire time I was in his room, he never saw me or even heard my voice. I know that drove Patrick crazy as he loves watching me suck him.
I don't think there is a boy anywhere who would not welcome the warm embrace of his mother's mouth in night.
Today, I am having lunch with Pat and plan to enjoy a little dessert.
**My sons are 27 and 22. I never want to see your dick.**
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[B/s] 18 sister and 21 brother had a messy Christmas.
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So Christmas eve I stayed home all day and brother was there as well we finishing wrapping gifts and stuff for eachother and we're just relaxing around the house.
Later in the evening dad finally got home from last minute Christmas shopping and went straight too his room with the gifts he had just bought. At this point it's fairly late we had already ate dinner and now me and my brother were watching a movie in my room.
Christmas move of course. Anways were just chilling cuddling and stuff and I decided too give him a early Christmas gift. I slipped down under the covers pulled his dick out and started giving him head, sucking the best I could all the way down and letting him grab my head and holding it down as best he could..
He started really thrusting into my mouth like really fucking hard which ended fairly quickly in a big cumshot down my throat! I swallowed it all pulled his shorts back up and slipped back up the sheets.
We finished the movie I told him too go shower and on his way back bring us some snacks! Which he shortly after left my room showered and came back with popcorn. But before he came back I got out of bed and put on my Christmas lingerie set and them leaped under the covers before he came back.
He came in put the popcorn on the bed and stripped into his boxers. I laid fairly deep under the covers while he sat up against the pillows we ate the popcorn watched another movie and then it was time for bed. I asked him too cuddle me him being big spoon and he said yes.
He rolled onto his side and wrapped his arms around me and pulled himself into me, I could feel his half boner. I pushed my butt back against him fairly hard so I could really feel it, shake/ grind my butt on it a bit but nothing comes of it. By this time it's well into early Christmas morning around 6am.
I woke up and my brother was still asleep but still spooning me. I reached down between my legs and found out fairly quickly that my brother was no longer wearing boxers and had fully taken advantage of the bottomless lingerie set I wore too bed, his limp dick was stuck between my legs but choked right in between my pussy lips.
I then felt all the dried crust of cum stuck too my leg and pussy area! And that's when I started getting really turned on and started grinding back and forth on him between my legs while he's still out. About a minute or 2 of me grinding gently back and forth I start feeling him stiffen up and I'm already fairly wet by this time.
I rolled my head back too see if his eyes are open but there still closed so I gave him a little light kiss on the lips. And that's when his eyes lit open. I pushed my ass hard against him and he grabbed me by one boob and my hip and flipped me over onto my stomach. He then straddled over my ass, I hear him spit on his dick half misses half lands on my ass. And he starts too slip it into my pussy.
He gently slips in and thrust a couple of times and then puts one hand on the back of my neck and other on my back and starts just pounding the hell out of my pussy! Really going at me! I could barely get it out but I said " what you didn't get enough out of me last night " as he slams himself in and out of me he says back "shut up you whore and take my dick"
I instantly love it and shove my ass up into him even hard and he rams into me actually hurting my insides a little. I said "fuck yeah baby fuck me" he fucking me soo hard and then he slows right down and I can feel the pulsing inside my pussy. He's dumping his load! He pulls out before his done cumming and splatters a the last big all over my pussy and ass.
I can feel his cum leaking down my ass and pussy and I asked if that was all he had. He said no give me a minute. He rolled off me I got out of bed and showed him what I had worn to bed spinning around while he's cum leaks down my legs. I cam see his dick start to slowly spike back up so I told him to lay on his back and I straddled him rose myself all the way up on my knees grabbed his dick rubbed it between my pussy lips and then started to slowly go back down.
I drop all the way down slowly once left back up and basically start slamming back down onto him. He's moaning and squirming. I eventually get up onto my feet while still straddling him and his dick still in me and start thrusting up and down. Giving him the best squat fucking he's likely ever had! He grabbed onto my hips and started thrusting up into me as my every thrust down and it was deffinatly going deep I eventually got tired and dropped back to my knees still riding him like a good cow girl.
He knew he was about too cum so he grabbed my face and we started making out really heavy and he wrapped his arms around me held me so tight into him as he let out his last few hard thrusts up into me and off he went he started pumping out all inside me again thats pretty much when I came I couldn't stop he let me goo and I sat straight up again grinding all over his dick rubbing the cum that was creeping out lube up my pussy lips all over his dick.
I finally orgasmed all over him and just dropped down ontop of him with his cock still in me. We laid there for what seemed like forever as he regenerated for the second time but all while still being inside me soo I could feel when he was good again..
We laid there as I gently wiggled my hips side to side with his cock still in me eventually I felt it Starr stiffening again and sat up again and grinded back and forth and said again with a sexy smile on my face.
He said if you can I stood my self up over top of him and what was left of his creampie inside me dropped out onto him I turned around and squatted down over his cock again backwards this time and I reached back grabbed his cock and held it straight up as I lowered myself down and popped it into my ass. As I lowered onto the tip I heard him say under his breath " fuck yeah" and I let go of his dick and lowered all the way down.
Burying his dick into my ass I started thrusting up and down his cock. Feeling even inche of it go balls deep into my ass. I ended up giving up on the squatting and let me self fall back ontop of him laying all the way back so my head was beside his and I bent my legs up and told him to " fuck me baby" he stretched his arms out grabbed my legs and pulled them up knees up to my chest and raised his knees and started fucking my ass soo fucking good. I was soo noisy he was really going and I didn't think about it but I should have let him fuck my ass first because his stamina was at top level now he fucked me soo hard and fast for so long in my ass.
Switching positions like crazy bending me over spreading my cheeks as he pulled all the way out and rammed back in back out back in and then as I was in doggy he stretched out over me and put all his weight into his thrusts and slammed into my ass for as long as it took him too cum which felt like hours. He let's out a huge groan and starts unloading into my ass as he starts I push back as hard as I could and he moans even louder we just chill for a few moments as his dick shrinks up inside me and that's when I pulled off him.
I turned around leaned in kissed his dick and then his lips and said merry Christmas. And said I was going to shower by the time I got back from my shower he had gone back to his room. I looked at the time it was about 9 - 930am I got dressed went and got my brother again said let's wake dad up and open gifts and continued our day. With lots more Christmas stuff happening :)
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Old-time partner matching
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This is a story from my youth, back in the early 1980s. We were all aged 18 at the time, although the age of consent was 15 and we could have done it legally a few years earlier. I guess we were slow learners. Back then, the Internet may have existed, but we weren't aware of it, let alone able to access it. Porn meant a few illicit copies of Playboy of Penthouse, or the occasional scene on late night television where a girl would get her tits out. A small black and white television in my bedroom was a treasured possession.
The names have been changed, and I'm writing it in the third person. It may be embellished, or even completely fictional. I've tried and failed to get the likes of ChatGPT and NovelAI to write it for me, but it inspired me to write it myself, since I ended up doing most of the work.
Somehow, I had become a member of a group of friends. I don't remember exactly how it came about, but there were five of us guys. It seems like there was a lot of sex going on, but for us, not so much. Then there was Sarah, who had noticed us and invited us to meet up with her and four other girls, who were equally single. She was apparently a bit of a visionary.
We went to a park in the city, which surrounded the banks of a river. We were walking along a path by the river, trying to make a bit of uneasy conversation, when Tracey said "I know a special place, I'll take us there". She led us off on to a side track, and then through a gap in the blackberry bushes, where we found a area of mowed grass, with a picnic table in the centre. It was completely surrounded by trees, shrubs and vines. I have no idea why such a nice spot was so well hidden and maintained, without any signposting. Perhaps the gardeners were using it themselves.
Sarah started speaking, with what sounded like a prepared speech, although it wasn't a long one. "Well, let's get down to it. You all know why we are here. We are all single, and we want to change that. We can make five couples right now if we want to." I was a bit surprised that she came out with that so directly. For some reason, I had the idea that forming couples was a convoluted and mysterious process, which could take many years to master.
Brian said "That sounds really interesting, but isn't that going to be a bit tricky? Won't we all want Helen? The boys he meant, since the entire group was heterosexual, as far as I know. In those days, queer teenagers kept a low profile. Helen was surprisingly attractive for a supposedly single girl, with blond hair and a bulging buttoned-up shirt, which was buttoned up right to the neck.
Sarah seemed puzzled, "Well, that's true, but you guys must realize you can't all have the same girl?".
"Yeah", said Brian, "but how will we choose?". He looked queryingly at Simon, who was the nerd of the five boys.
"Well," Simon seemed hesitant, "there's something we could do to make this somewhat optimal. Basically, we'd need to make sure that there aren't any combinations where two people would both rather be together, than to be with their own partners."
Everybody tried to work out the implications, or if this was even possible, but not much progress was made by most. Janet, who was apparently Simon's counterpart among the girls (and we can suspect Sarah of adding her deliberately), said "You mean we'd have a dual selection process, where we'd have to have several rounds of matching until a stable selection was obtained?" Simon nodded, "assuming people aren't changing their preferences constantly".
"Alright," said Sarah, "so you two are going to tell us what to do?"
"Yes, we'll do that", said Simon. "Firstly, all the girls should stand in a line, over here, and the boys should form another line facing them."
"Wait, we are just going to pick like this?", said Brian. "I don't really know anything about the girls, and I'd like to know more before choosing." People looked at him queryingly, perhaps expecting some kind of tedious interview process. "I think we should get to see everybody naked before we decide." There were more than a few gasps.
"No way!" said Judith.
But "no" wasn't a forgone conclusion, as the teenage-strength hormones were raging in all of us.
"It's not such a bad idea", said William, "we'd get naked for you too of course", he said looking at the girls.
"Well, we'll consider that." said Sarah. "Why don't we vote on it?" Who agrees with Brian, that we should get naked before choosing?" Four of the boys put up there hands right away, and Simon followed a few seconds later. Sarah and Tracey also put up their hands, followed by Helen.
"Well, I'm not sure about this, but if you've all decided", said Judith, raising her hand. Janet was the last to raise her hand.
"OK, so we all want to do this? Are we just going to strip, or shall we do it one-by-one?" said Sarah.
"One-by-one sounds like more fun" said Brian. "How about if I pick the first girl, then once she's naked, she picks the next boy, and we continue like that?"
"Alright", said Sarah, "is that OK with everybody?" There were a few nods, and a few anxious looks. "So who do you choose to go first?"
Brian looked at the five girls liked up in a row. "Tracey", he said. I think we were all shocked that he didn't pick Helen. Tracey looked like she was going to faint.
"Just wait", she said, "if somebody picks Brian, he'll end up getting a second pick. I think he should strip first."
Brian shrugged and started undressing. He was a little taller than average and had an athletic build, and short brown hair. He was a member of various sports teams. He took off his black t-shirt and dropped it on the ground. The girls watched attentively, while the boys tried to look without staring. He took off his shoes and socks, then pulled down his jeans and dropped them on the ground. With a little struggle, he got his underpants off and his erect cock sprang out, seeming to throb a little. It was a decent length, perhaps six inches. There were some gasps and he blushed slightly. Most of his body was darkly tanned, apart from an area around his waist.
"Now it's your turn, Tracey", he said. Tracey was the tallest girl, but still a little shorter than Brian. She wasn't unattractive, and had reddish-brown hair, cut fairly short and bunched into a small ponytail. She had earrings and a necklace and was wearing a red t-shirt and faded blue jeans. After a moment, she pulled off her t-shirt, revealing a white bra. It stood out a little but didn't reveal any cleavage. She took off her shoes, then pulled down her pants, and stood in the bra and red panties. Brian clapped, and a couple of the other boys joined in. Then she reached around the back and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the ground. Her tits were well-formed, although not particularly large. They were pale white, with a tan line that went around the whole area in a rectangle, with a couple of strap lines leading up to her shoulders. She was only lightly tanned. She reached down, and pushed her panties to the ground, revealing a tidy bush of dark brown pubic hair, probably trimmed, and a triangular tan line. Brian let out some kind of whoop, and all of the boys and a couple of the girls clapped.
"Who do you choose to go next Tracey," said Sarah. Tracey, without much expression, pointed to William, "William please", she said.
William was the shortest of the boys, and pretty skinny. He had wavy brown hair which covered his ears and almost reached his shirt. He was wearing a green sweatshirt and jeans. He undressed slowly, removing the sweatshirt and then a white t-shirt, before taking off his sneakers and socks and pulling down his jeans. As could be expected, when he pulled down his undies he revealed an erection, about an inch shorter than Brian's. He didn't have any noticeable tan except around his face, neck and hands.
"I'd like to see Helen, please", he said. Helen sighed to the inevitable, and began unbuttoning her white shirt. Her blond hair was braided into a ponytail that reached half way down her back. She dropped her shirt on the ground, revealing a bulging white bra and quite a bit of cleavage. The boys were staring. She unbuttoned a grey skirt and let if fall to the ground, and standing in matching white panties, took off her black boots and stockings. Then she stood up straight, and reached back to unhook her bra. After what seemed like a hour, she bunched up the bra and dropped it to the ground. Her tits bounced free, taking a few seconds to settle into position. They separated a little, apparently quite heavy, and reaching just outside her body on each side. There was a few seconds of silence as the boys and girls gawked, before somebody started clapping and everybody enthusiastically joined in. She seemed to be lightly tanned all over, with no noticeable lines. She pulled down her panties, revealing pubic hair a bit bushier than Tracey's but a similar dark brown colour.
"I think the nerd should go next", she said, indicating Simon. Simon was a bit surprised not to be picked last, let alone to be picked by Helen. He had short brown hair, stereotypical plastic-framed glasses, and a chequered brown shirt over dark jeans and brown shoes. He was only a little shorter than Brian. He unbuttoned and dropped his shirt, took off his shoes and socks, and removed his pants, before sliding off his undies. He also had an erection, and to the surprise of a few girls, it was the longest so far, at 6 and a half inches. He skin was pale, apart from his face, neck, and hands. His pubic hair was quite sparse.
"Janet, please", he croaked, and there was a little laughter. Janet, although considered the female nerd, didn't wear glasses. She was medium height, with straight dark brown hair that reached below her shoulders. She was too heavily built to be one of the most attractive girls, but she was wearing a patterned white dress which bulged interestingly at the front. She shrugged out of the shoulder straps and let the dress fall to the ground, revealing a bulging white bra with some cleavage and white panties. She had a little extra fat around her waist. She unhooked the bra, and her breasts came free, larger than Tracey's, smaller than Helen's, but somewhat round instead of the classic breast shape. She pulled down her panties revealing a substantial bush of dark brown hair. She had a light tan, but was pale white between her breasts and pelvis, presumably from wearing a one-piece bathing suit. But Janet looked particularly unhappy.
"What's wrong, Janet?", said Sarah. "I shouldn't have done this, I shouldn't have come here. Nobody will pick me anyway", said Janet. "Janet, what are you saying?" said Sarah. "Everybody has their strengths and weakness, admittedly not always to a fair degree", she said, glancing at Helen, "and you didn't seem to have any problem making us all look like idiots in the last chemistry test."
"Those tits aren't bad either", added Brian. Janet blushed. "Anyway," Sarah continued, there are five boys here, and either somebody will pick you, or somebody will go home alone. I think I know which they'll choose." She pointed at the three erect penises. There were a few laughs. Janet nodded. "I'm sorry, I'll carry on." she said.
"John next", she said. John was the tallest boy, and quite thin. I think he may have been on the basketball team, or was I just thinking that perhaps he should be on the basketball team? He had straight brown hair that reached half way down his back, and he was wearing a baseball cap, which he removed first. Then he pulled off his white t-shirt, revealing a pale white thin torso. He removed his sneakers and white shorts, which he pulled down his tanned legs, followed by his yellow undies. He had the longest cock so far, a good seven inches, with a straining erection, and a bush of thick pubic hair.
"You go next, boss", he said, pointing at Sarah. Sarah, despite her apparently ability to organise everybody else, was the smallest of the girls. Her hair was straight, just past shoulder length, and seemed to be coloured in some way, light brown with blonde streaks. She was wearing a white blouse, blue denim shorts, and sandals. She removed her sandals first, then unbuttoned the blouse and pulled it off. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her tits were quite small. She pulled down her shorts and blue panties to reveal a thick black bush.
"Looks like I'll pick Graeme", she said, pointing to the last boy. Graeme was medium height, about matching Simon, and had long blond hair, which was obviously dyed. He was one of the sportier guys and was wearing a grey tracksuit with blue stripes and sneakers. He pulled off the sneakers and his socks, then unzipped his top and removed it, followed by a white t-shirt. He pulled down his pants and black undies, revealing an erect 5 inch cock.
"Judith?" he said, needlessly now that everybody else was naked. Judith seemed prim and proper, and I was surprised that she had gone along with all this, but would she strip? She had blond, slightly brownish hair, She was wearing a blue dress with a floral pattern, with a high neckline and reaching below her knees, and we didn't really know what to expect. She also had blue sandals, which she cautiously removed first. Her toenails were painted red. She unbuttoned her dress slowly, then pulled it off her shoulders and let it fall to the ground. She was wearing a matching pink bra and panty set. She unhooked the bra, and covered her tits with her arm while she dropped it to the floor. Then she looked around, and lowered her arm to reveal smallish to medium tits, spaced quite widely on her chest. A few boys clapped. Then she pulled down her panties to reveal some thin and fuzzy pubic hair, in the same brownish-blond colour. She smiled, and put her hands behind her back.
Not surprisingly, given teenage bodies, all the cocks were still very erect. "That's 5 hard cocks and 5 pairs of tits", said Sarah, "can we start the matching now Brian?"
Brian opened and closed his mouth a few times, then said, "there's one more thing. You can see our cocks, but we can't see your vaginas. That's not fair. I want all you girls to turn around and bend over, so that we can get a good look."
"That's obscene!" said Judith, but after her performance, we weren't so sure about her prim and proper credentials.
"Fine by me!" said Sarah. She turned around, bent over, and put her hands back to spread her buttocks. One by one, the other girls did the same, giving the boys a good look at buttocks of varying plumpness, 5 assholes, and vulvas which were more or less visible as hair permitted.
At least three of the boys had their mouths hanging open, and looked like they we going to faint.
Once the girls turned around again, Brian asked "Do you girls want to see ours too?"
"I'll pass on that", said Sarah, and the other girls shook their heads.
"OK then, I think we are ready for partnering!" said Brian. "Simon, how are we doing this, exactly?"
Simon tried to clear his throat, then said, "the girls stand in a line, like they are now, and we stand in front of the girl we choose. If we all want the same girl, form a queue".
Sarah said "That's not fair, is it? Shouldn't we girls get to choose too?"
"It's fine", said Janet, "we'll do some choosing and it will work out the same either way".
"OK then," said Sarah, "choose away!"
Brian stood in front of Tracey. William, Graeme, and John formed a queue in front of Helen. Simon stood in front of Janet, getting some nods from the others.
"Now the girls get to choose", said Simon. "Well, Helen gets to choose. I'll stand beside Janet, since I'm provisionally her partner. Brian can stand beside Tracey. Helen can pick one of the guys in front of her."
Helen looked at Brian, a little disappointed perhaps. Then she studied the three guys in front of her, and finally indicated John.
"That cock" said Brian quietly, and everybody laughed. John stood beside Helen.
"So we have to pick Judith or Sarah?" said Graeme.
"No," said Simon, "you can choose any girl you haven't already picked. If she gets more than one guy, it's her turn to pick".
"Great!", said Graeme, and stood in front of Tracey. William also joined Tracey's queue.
Simon said "Tracey, you can either stick with Brian, or swap for William or Graeme."
Tracey said "I'll swap for Graeme". There were a few gasps. Brian looked like he'd been shot.
"OK, I know what happens next", said William, and you're picking somebody else too, Brian."
"Yeah", said Brian, who stood in front of Helen. William stood in front of Sarah, and since there was no competition, he took his place beside her.
Helen looked at Brian. She was conflicted, since although she wanted Brian, she was disappointed that she was only his second choice. She looked again at John, then said "I'll swap for Brian."
Brian smiled, and took John's place beside Helen. John stood in front of Judith, and since there was no competition, stood beside her.
Simon said "well that's it. Is everybody happy with their new partners?"
Judith said "it seems unfair, I just have to take John without any choice?"
Simon said "Yeah, that's the way it worked out. All the other guys preferred somebody else."
Sarah said "You don't have to be John's partner if you don't want to. But you can't just pick somebody who wants somebody else, you'd be some kind of tyrant."
Judith said "I know a few boys who think that way actually. But I don't mind being with John, I was just saying."
Sarah said "Yeah, boys like that seems pretty common. That's why I hooked us up with Brian's' group, they seemed a bit more human."
John said "Maybe that's why we are all single? The girls end up picking one of the pushy guys because they don't think anybody else is interested?"
"Maybe", said Sarah. "Alright", she added, "what happens next?"
Simon said "that's your department, Sarah, I've got everybody matched up."
"Well," said Sarah, "obviously we are all a bit heated up, but I don't think we should get into a full-blown orgy. This is what we'll do. We'll all sit with our partners. We'll look at them, and we'll get ourselves off. No touching your partner for now. We'll talk again when everybody is done."
Couples spread out. Helen and Brian sat together, and they both started masturbating. The other couples did the same. As Sarah had said, everybody was heated up, and it didn't take long. Once the last orgasm had faded, they gathered around Sarah again.
"That was just amazing," said Brian. The others nodded, and somebody started clapping, and others joined in, this time for Sarah.
Sarah said "we've all got partners now, and we can hang out with them at school and stuff. I guess not everybody can take their partners home, not if their parents are like mine." Several people laughed. "We could come back here next week and see how things are going, and maybe try something else?"
"Sounds good," said Brian, and there was much agreement. Clothes were located and equipped, and the group walked back through the park.
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Cabin trip and hot tub fun with my husband and my friends husband. [MFM]
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Over the summer 2022, our family and another family we are close friends with, rented a cabin in the mountains. The husbands were look forward to this trip as we had a great experience together prior to us all having kids. I guess that's another story, but the other wife and I happened to get naked during that trip and her husband felt me up and my husband felt his wife up. So going into this cabin trip 12+ years later we were hoping we could reignite the sexual fun we had on our previous trip.
Leading up to the trip the husbands made sure to try to get us wives "primed" prior to the trip as much as they could. We booked a cabin that had a hot tub and plenty of privacy. My husband talked to me about it and I said that I was up for anything as long as it felt natural and wasn't forced. He also talked about some fantasies he had about me in the hot tub with the other couple. I agreed to be open minded.
We finally started our cabin vacation, a full week at this cabin. There were 4 young kids and the 4 adults. We made sure to exhaust the kids so they went to bed early. We finally get the kids to bed and the adults got to pour our drinks and head to the hot tub.
Night 1: we had a great night, after a few drinks we started playing some games. I was already wanting to get nude at this time. We broke into teams for a few card games, guys versus ladies, I might have been helping the husbands win. They won all the games and the ladies stripped down to nothing. It was great. They even got us ladies to go streaking.
Night 2: the ladies got naked right away after getting in the hot tub. We played the same card games but nothing crazy.
Night 3: this night was amazing! The other wife was extremely exhausted so she passed out before even making it to the hot tub. My husband, the other husband, and myself still went into the hot tub. It didn't take much to convince me to strip down to nothing. We then started to play some card games, when I "lost" I would get on the side of the hot tub and spread my legs for them to get a great view of all my goods. Later on I was really horny. The other husband went inside for the night but wasn't asleep.
My husband asked me if the other husband and him could play with me. I agreed and he got the other husband back out there. My husband started playing with my pussy while other husband played with my tits. Soon after starting my husband moved his hand to my pussy and let him finger me while he used my vibrator on me. I haven't cum so hard before. He was worried his wife would come out or he would have gotten into the hot tub and I would have let them spit roast me. Then the night ended.
Night 4: nothing crazy happened.
Night 5: the ladies to go topless and we start feeling each other up and rubbing on each other.
Night 6: we didn't do anything because of storms.
Our vacation ended and the husbands started trying to plan the next cabin/hot tub trip.
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[B/s] Baby fever
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Context can be found on my last post.
Over the past few weeks, April and Peyton have actually been getting along really good. So good in fact that I’m sure there’s something more to it than the explanation they gave me, that they had a few talks and cleared things up. Maybe it’s the pregnancy, but April, Penny, and Peyton have been near inseparable recently.
For the past two weeks April has been incredibly horny, something common in pregnant women during the end of the first trimester. And now that April has dedicated herself to me exclusively, I had my work cut out for me. It’s hard alone pleasing one woman, let alone two, let alone three. One of them being pregnant leaves the task impossible for one man. I’ve gone to bed sore and fucked out everday for the past week.
Honestly though, I feel fucking fantastic. Already on a good career track, have three people who I love dearly and who love me back, and I’m going to be a father. The more time passes, the more and more I want this, and I feel more and more ready for it.
As I thought, April’s pregnancy caused Penny’s desire for motherhood to only grow stronger. Doesn’t matter what anyone says, her mind is made up. She doesn’t want to go to school, party, or even travel, she wants a baby. She has a utopian view of the world, imagines a future where her, April, and Peyton all have my children, we all live happily ever after, and no one ever asks any questions. It was funny, I walked into our bedroom one day to Penny in front of the mirror with a pillow tucked under her shirt as if she had a swollen belly, admiring herself in the mirror. I always thought a big round belly on a body as small as hers would look silly, maybe it’s just the baby fever talking, but she looked fucking sexy. She quickly pulled the pillow out from under her shirt and dropped it to the floor embarassed when she saw I was watching her.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t warming up to the idea. The excitement I’ve started to feel about April’s pregnancy has me thinking irrationally on occasion, and I’ve even had vivid dreams living out the Utopian life Penny imagines. I did get her to agree to at least wait until April gives birth before we even start trying, and I know it will be soley up to me to hold true to that.
Our unconventional family unit is difficult to maintain, but as long as we’re all trying, we can get through it. From all the books and resources on polygamy I’ve read the past year, effort, compassion, and communication are the three most important aspects of a polyamorous relationship, and I think we’ve all been doing the best we possibly could. April’s pregnancy and dedication to our relationship did throw a monkey-wrench in the relationships Penny, Peyton, and I had built, but I think we all did a fantastic job talking it out and getting through it, although we still have much to go.
For my recent birthday I was treated like a king, breakfast and blowjobs in bed, six tender hands gave me a relaxing massage, a night of light drinking and dancing, and my three loves fully submitted to me. If any of you remember, I kind of have a thing for bondage and submission, and that night I was welcomed into the bedroom with Penny fully restrained in bed, Peyton with her hands tied behind her back, and April in a harness that cuffed her hands in front of her. I’d done plenty of this kind of play with Penny, some with Peyton, but never had with April. She usually likes being in charge, so it meant a lot to me that she’d submit.
It’s still crazy to me just over a year ago I hadn’t even kissed a girl or had a girlfriend, now I have 3 that I have sex with pretty much everyday. I could guess for a billion years and I’d never guess this would be the direction my life would take, and I wouldn’t change a thing.
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[S/S] The Sisters Grimm: Free-Use, Movies, and a Sister in Heat (Update 11)
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Disclaimer(s): This story contains G/G content. If that isn't your thing then feel free to skip and no hard feelings! Our names are Marina (30, author / narrator) and Alexa (29, just a total asshole to be honest). Yes, we are real sisters. No, we will **never** be interested in seeing your dick no matter how girthy it is.
We're back to our normal programming of smut, so feel free to enjoy and fap to your heart's content! The main bulk of the action starts halfway through.
**All sex acts are performed by fully consenting adults age 18+. Remember, consent is sexy.**
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"Mariiiinaaaa..." my sister whispered into my ear before nibbling on it, rousing me from my sleep.
"Grrrmmn," I groaned, "What time is it?"
"It's 10:30," she chirped, "Come on, I'm horny." Her left hand reached over and squeezed my breast from behind. While I sure as Hell respect the fact that, like me, she's pretty much perpetually horny -- I literally just got up.
"Alright, *fine*," I complained, "This is about yesterday, isn't it?"
"Heh, maybe," she teased. For perspective, yesterday I woke her up because, funnily enough, *I* was the horny one that time. She was wearing these black and pink lace panties, a leftover from when I put her to bed. And I barely gave her time to fully wake up before I pulled them down and started licking her ass. I'm sorry, but her ass is perfect and it was just begging for attention, alright? It's not my fault. If she doesn't want me giving her rimjobs all the time then she shouldn't have such a delicious ass. Simple. I don't know why she gets so irritated, honestly.
"How did you sleep, anyway?" she asked, in an unusually perky mood for this time of day. Did some imposter steal my sister away from me when I wasn't looking?
"Eh, plus or minus," I mumbled as I sat up and she immediately scootched up right behind me and grabbed both my tits from behind. "Oh, someone's in a good mood..."
"I told you, I'm horny," she laughed, "Now come on, let's have a bath together."
"Uhhhnnn, fine, just give me a minute," I insisted, rubbing my eyes and giving my head a nice shake to try to clear my vision a bit more. Few minutes later, and guess who left the bathroom door open, oh no. What if someone sees! *The horror!*
I finally got up and opened the door to find an absolute sea of bubbles filling the tub, Alexa's head and chest poking through as she laughed and said, "Finally!"
"I'm narcoleptic, you ass, it takes me forever to wake up," I shook my head at her, laughing slightly at the sheer mass of bubbles spilling over the side of the tub. Thankfully the floor has a drain on it so that's not a problem, at least. And they smelled wonderful, a little bubblegum sort of flavor, I can't quite perfectly place it.
"Yeah, whatever, now hurry up and hop in!" she demanded.
"Uh... pfft," I scoffed, "Did someone forget their ADHD medication or something?" *That goes without saying.*
"Oh my God, will you stop gaslighting me and just get in, I'm horny and you're ruining the moment by complaining every 2 seconds," she yet again insisted. Clearly I could see her going hard at her pussy underneath the massive wall of bubbles blocking my view like some sort of cheap comic censoring tool. Finally, however, I acquiesced.
We ended up cleaning each other's mouths and pussies way more than any other parts of our anatomy, I think it's fair to say. After about an hour of constantly going between play-fighting and going through the Kama Sutra in alphabetical order, more bubbles wound up on the floor than remained in the tub. She'd clearly gone overboard with the bath bomb stuff, but it was still a ton of fun regardless.
After we hopped out, I think it's fair to say that I was really worked up as well. She came within like the first 3 or 4 minutes of our bath. But we're not big morning-sex people, normally, so it took me a lot longer to get my engine started. So I hadn't actually had my first orgasm yet. However, now that I was out and drying her beautiful body, a combination of suds and sweat making her skin glow, I couldn't help but get ridiculously turned-on, myself.
I put on a little black cropped tank top, short pleated skirt, and fuzzy socks, perfect loungewear. Alexa went with a similar direction, wearing a Faith No More tee, pink boyshorts, and matching fuzzy socks. Our meal of the day, because we're lazy fucks -- frozen pork shu mai. We started chatting about going out together -- it's Sunday, after all, and our city's got a pretty vibrant nightlife. But ultimately, we relented to our baser impulses and, after cleaning our plates, parked our plump white asses next to each other on the couch. Our natural state of being. We're basically the female Beavis and Butthead some days, I swear.
Of course, still being horny, we soon found ourselves with wandering hands. One hand operated my PS5 controller as I browsed through Netflix, and the other criss-crossed my sister's as we teased each other's pussies. "God, I don't know," I groaned some more, leaning back a little to give Alexa a better angle of attack, "What about that Tom Cruise movie Oblivion?"
"Hm, nah," Alexa pondered, her right hand guiding mine further down her boyshorts. Each of our middle fingers continued teasing our wet clits as we shuffled closer to one another. It's funny, if someone looked in through our window, they'd probably assume we were bored out of our minds. But there's just something so hot about free-use / ignored sex that's such a turn-on, I swear. "Oh, what about Reservoir Dogs, I never seen that."
"You what?" I did a double-take, "Never?" I could've sworn we watched it at some point growing up but apparently not. "Alright, well I guess we're watching that, then." Admittedly a Tarantino movie's not exactly the ideal movie for fucking to, but then again we did 69 with Django Unchained on in the background. So this wasn't too bad.
Of course it didn't help that Alexa basically correctly guessed exactly what was gonna happen within the first scene after the opening of the movie, when the two guys are arguing in the warehouse. So we ended up watching the first half-hour still passively with our hands rubbing each other, essentially totally automatically at this point. At which point, my phone goes off.
Oh boy, it's Mom's ringtone. "Crap, it's an odd time for her," I said out-loud, reaching all the way over to the other side of the couch instead of just getting up and picking up my phone like a normal person. As soon as I collected it, my sister turns me over on my back and starts eating me out without hesitation. "Hey, do you mind?" I scorn her.
"You gonna pick it up or not?" she grinned, the phone on the fifth ring.
"Fine, just behave." My comment elicited a chuckle from her -- we both knew that wasn't gonna happen. "Okay, just... occupy your mouth with something else." I lifted up my legs, giving my sister full access as I answered on FaceTime and tucked a pillow behind my head.
"Hey Mom," I smiled, trying to ignore my sister's tongue dancing circles around my clit, "What's up?"
Long (and personal) story short, the conversation lasted about 10-odd minutes. Occasionally broken up by sounds of the screaming in the movie, as well as Alexa going 3-fingers deep inside me and giggling to herself. "Hey, where's Alexa? I wanna say hi," Mom finally asked, to which I replied that she'll likely be back any second, causing Alexa to hurriedly jump up and tip-toe over to the kitchen so her footsteps aren't picked up on speaker.
As if Mom was under any illusions that she was doing anything other than fingering me. But we have to at least keep up a decent sense of propriety.
The second she sits down, I naturally return the favor, not even bothering to warm her up at all before going 3 fingers deep. She instantly bites the inside of her lip as Mom went on about work-related complaints. In retaliation, she slapped my back with her foot, but I was having none of that. All it did was spur me on to munch on her soaking-wet kitty, which elicited more moans as she grabbed the back of my head and forced me harder into her.
Meanwhile Mom was having a totally sensible conversation with this woman. I'm not sure if she picked up on the fact that we're just having a ball over here but I'd like to think that she most likely knew. Her tone was noticeably flirty and friendly after a while, which is good since she got everything off her chest. Although our part of the world was noticeably way more lively. That said, I did stop before she climaxed, if only to save face -- Mom and us haven't broken that barrier (yet -- hopefully, anyway), so it's inappropriate to go that far.
After a nice, lovely chat, my sister returns the phone to me and within 30 seconds I simply have to hang up because now she's absolutely ravaging me again while rubbing herself. Meanwhile someone's screaming on TV for *very different reasons than sex* but who cares because Alexa's tongue is fucking magical.
And within 2 minutes, we both completely undo the bath by ruining her hair and legs with our simultaneous orgasms, along with us very much requiring a new blanket covering the couch. Thankfully it's not like we're running low, we keep about 8 or 9 of them in regular rotation for times like this when we're positively in heat.
"Mmmh, I love it," Alexa struggles to say while also holding a mouthful of cum, eagerly clamoring up and feeding me some by letting it slowly drip into my mouth. Eventually I can't take it anymore and pull her down so she collapses on my shaking body. We sat there making out and licking the cum from our fingers as we take samples from each other's pussies for the next half-hour. By the end of it, we'd rubbed each other to a second simultaneous orgasm and the credits were rolling. Totally missed the ending. Don't care, still worth it.
"Know what," I said to her between kisses, "I think we should stay in tonight." Alexa let out a nice, wholesome grin at my suggestion.
"I'll get the ice cream," she smiled before climbing off me and happily dancing back into the kitchen. I couldn't help but notice that her boyshorts were pulled up to show more definition in her gorgeous ass as she opened the freezer.
She returned with a couple bowls, spoons, and the whole pail of triple-blend vanilla. She knows me too well. Although the sugar can't be good for her hyperactivity so I'm fully expecting her to be eating me out at least once more by the end of the night. Not that I'm complaining, of course.
We sat across from one another, our legs criss-crossing, and had a little "cheers" clinking of the bowls, each filled with 3 scoops. Good, proper after-sex meal right there. Although our little free-use antics continued well on into our next movie (The Lost Bullet 2 on Netflix if you're curious) as it wasn't 10 minutes into eating ice cream and texting friends before she and I were idly giving each other footjobs.
I sent someone a selfie, and admittedly it kind of turned me on to know that just slightly out of shot, my sister's big toe was tickling the inside of my pussy. You'd never know from the photo, either, which is the best part to me. It's sex that's so routine, so normal, that it just ain't no thang, basically. Why is that so utterly hot. Don't know. But my little sister and I can't get enough of it. Whether it's giving a FWB handjobs while gaming, fingering each other on the phone while holding a normal conversation, eating her ass while she cooks food, or us taking selfies while giving each other a footjob. God, I love it.
I mean, honestly, it's just a typical Sunday with the Sisters Grimm. If you're our friend, you kind of just get used to our antics like this after a while. I suppose there's far worse things two people can be than nymphomaniacs who still fuck like they're 19. It's like Mom always said about how to sustain a long-term relationship: Keep the fights clean and the sex dirty.
Note: I wanted to edit and publish this about 10 hours ago but got distracted (still in heat), then passed out on and off for the rest of the night. Sleep disorders can be a real bitch. All this happened approximately 14 hours ago on Sunday so please bear that in mind, my apologies for the delay.
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How an average looking guy in his 50s gave this 31 year old mom the fucking of a lifetime [MF]
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Just following up on my previous post! My background, I’m a 31 year old married mom of two, and have been in an open / hotwife marriage for a couple of months now. It started as just some wholesome flashing / exhibitionism, but quickly escalated to more intimate encounters, rooted on by my husband. I’ve been engaging in these hookups when I travel for work. This last time was with the delivery guy. I answered the door nude, and let things go from there. You can read about it in the previous posts.
A brief recap: he was a kinda portly guy, a bit older than myself (maybe 50s or so), with a kinda scraggly goatee. Not exactly the kind of guy I’m usually attracted to, and the sex wasn’t anything great. In his defense, he admitted he was in a pretty dead marriage, and was quite excited by the idea of actual sex with someone as hot as me (his words, though I think I’m pretty good looking). At the end of our encounter, he asked if I would ever be back in his town; I admitted that I’d be back in a few weeks.
Since then, he texted me little flirty things every now and then, hoping my day was going well, that kinda thing. I replied politely, with my husband lightly teasing me about the whole thing. At some point I told him when I’d be back in his town, then he asked if we could meet up again. I thought, sure, maybe it was just kinda jitters the first time, and heck, my husband and I hadn’t had luck finding me a partner there anyway. So I agreed. His texts started getting really dirty after that - saying what he was gonna do to me, dick shots (not my favorite - sorry!), all that. I replied in kind, it was pretty hot to keep getting these random flirty texts.
Well the big day finally came, we arranged for him to come to my hotel room. I realized he’d never seen me clothed, so I thought, why ruin the streak? When he came to my room, I opened it in the nude. He was a little more sensible dressed, button-down and khakis. He even brought a bottle of cheap wine. We greeted each other with a little small talk, then a good long kiss. We proceeded to make out standing up, eventually finding our way to the bed, and making out some more. He was quite gentle, and shall I say, sensual this time, taking his time to run his hands all over me. I slowly worked mine under his shirt and pants, feeling him up. Once he was completely naked, he dove his head at my pussy. His oral skills were alright, a little too much clit mashing for my tastes, but his dirty talk was on point. Alot of “I love your pussy,” “I love how it tastes,” “so smooth” (I did wax for the occasion), that I got into it. After awhile I desperately wanted to be fucked, so I started begging for him to fuck me. He kept licking and fingering me, almost lost in the moment, while I was pleading with him to fuck me.
Eventually he stood up, reached for his pants pocket, and pulled out a condom. I told him we could go without one today, and he threw that thing aside as fast as he could. He moved on top of me, and entered me without much effort (I was pretty wet and turned on by then). We remained there in missionary for a bit, he with very slow, sensual movements, with lots of pauses where he would just look at me and go on about how beautiful I was. It was almost romantic. I went on about how good it felt and how strong he was. I wanted to kick things up a notch, so I asked him to fuck me harder. He proceeded to move with more force and aggression. Also, when it comes to other men, I like to be a little degraded. So I went on about how I’m his slut, I need his dick, that kinda thing. He then got into to calling me a slut and whore, and how he ‘owned my pussy.’
After missionary for awhile, he got into doggy, and started going hard, and I mean real hard. I guess he was much stronger than he looked, he grabbed my hips pretty firmly and pulled me in hard with each thrust. I loved how aggressive he was being and how it felt, so I let him know that alot I’m generally a screamer when it comes to sex, so I gave him a lot of “YES!” and “FUCK!” and “HARDER” yells. He was working pretty hard so it was mostly grunts from his side. His stamina was on point, I feel that went on for a good 15-20 minutes. He’d pause every now and then to catch his breath, but then he’d go right back at it hard. Now I don’t I’ve ever come just from doggy, but something about the way his dick was positioned and hitting my g-spot, and the way his balls were slapping against my clit, but I came hard. God it felt so good to feel so sexual in that moment, not even seeing the guys face but feeling his force behind and inside of me, letting his movements make the orgasm last. After my pleasure subsided he collapsed on the bed next to me, and I laid down with him in an embrace.
I was wild and effusive, thanking him for the fuck, how I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard, how amazing he was, that sorta thing. He was mostly still catching his breath. I also praised his stamina; he admitted he got some Viarga and numbing spray before. Guess he wanted to pull out all the stops, lol. I asked if he wanted to keep fucking, he said yes but needed to catch his breath. I sucked his dick for a bit, then asked if I could get on top of him, and he said yes. I proceeded to ride him hard, touching my clit to get me going as I did. Occasionally he would slap my ass and I would squeal. And y’all, the talk was downright filthy. I said alot of “I love your dick so much,” he complimented my “young and tight pussy,” he asked how he compared to my husband and I responded with “you’re so much better, I need a man to fuck me,” that kinda thing. My husband actually likes a little cuckold talk from time to time, it turns him on a bit and he also finds it kinda funny. In reality he’s an amazing lover with really good oral skills. However, he is kinda a sub, and doesn’t fuck me nearly as hard as this guy was able to do.
Anyway - back to the sex! I came again riding on top of him, not as strong as the first orgasm (very few are, lol), but was still amazing. After that he rolled on top of me and moved into missionary. He proceeded to give it to me hard, with my encouragement of course. I kinda loved the way he dominated me, feeling the weight of him against, the lust on his face. He may have made me cum like that if he went for awhile. But alas, after a couple of minutes or so of this, he stiffened, his dick swelled in me, then he let out a guttural scream as he came inside me. I encouraged him to keep cumming fill me up, all that. He pumped away, degrading me with some more dirty talk. He rested with his full weight against for for awhile, then rolled off.
There was a little more pillow talk, I went on about how amazing he was, how my husband has never made me cum from penetration alone (which is true). He asked a few more questions about me and my husband’s ‘arrangement.’ He seemed to really be keen on the idea that my husband was a cuckold and he was the bull, so I indulged him a bit. I talked about how strong and forceful he was, that I liked it, and went on about how much bigger his dick is (in reality he was decent enough in size, but he loved the ego boost). I don’t know when I’ll be back in his town, so it was a bit of a parting when he left, but he definitely gets the most improved award of a sex partner.
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[B/S] I've been a sexual and loving relationship with my brother for a year
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What brought us together was the time we spent together when I got pregnant. The father of my child didn't want any part of our lives. My family was there for me he whole way, but my brother was literally by my side most of the time.
The bond we already had grew as my pregnancy progressed. I had a C section 6 weeks before the baby was due and my brother took care of us once she got to come home.
We started to cuddle more than we use to and the feeling I had for him grew immensely but I kept them to myself for some time. I eventually got an aprtment and moved out of the house
One night that my parents took my daughter so I could relax and take a little break, I invited my brother over to my apartment. He accepted the invitation.
When he came over I was wearing a t shirt and sweat pants with nothing underneath. We ate some dinner and snuggled on the couch.
I felt the desire to kiss him. So looked up at him and softy kissed his lips. He kissed me back and then we kissed more passionately, rolling our tongues together and breathing heavy.
I rolled onto my back and we continued to kiss. His hands roamed around my body. He went under my t shirt and grabbed my tits, and softly pinched my erect nipples. I took my shirt off and he sucked on my nipples as he moved his hand down.
He rubbed my pussy over my sweat pants, and I bit my lip sighed. He pulled my pants off, and there I was naked and wet.
I pulled off his shirt and he took his pants and underwear off. I was impressed when I saw how nicely endowd he is. I spread my legs and he slowly slid his hard dick into my wet, wanting pussy. I gasped and whimpered, my heart was racing as he thrusted his manhood deep inside me.
I only lasted a couple minutes before I came but he kept going. About ten minutes later I came again. He pounded harder, his body stiffened, his dick swelled and throbbed as he came inside me.
We layed on the couch for a few minutes then we took a shower together and washed each other. After we dried off I turned everything off and went to the bedroom.
We laid naked together. I felt euphoric, it had been two years since I had sex. We fell asleep holding each other. The next morning was more intense as the night before.
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My married BFF [26F] and I [24F] had unprotected sex with 2 random strangers and they creampied us [FMFM] [Group]
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I was introduced to this sub through a friend I met on Reddit and I want to confess it here.
But first, about us. I'm from Mumbai, pretty tall 5ft 7, brunette, brown skin, an oval face, B cups, lean legs and a round ass that I'm proud of. I'm also a gym freak. My BFF (let's call her Shruthi) married her husband just before COVID and they have a daughter. If I had to describe her, she is like a doppelganger of Shraddha Kapoor. We met in college and we've had our fair share of slutty adventures (even together sometimes). But she settled after she got married and became slut for her husband only.
This January, my BF and I went on a break and I recently started my hoe phase (which my BFF suggested).
This happened on Valentine's day. One of her friends had arranged a get-together at a fancy hotel and we were invited. I wore a black saree with a sleeveless blouse and had my hair tied in a bun. She wore a red saree with a full-sleeve blouse that looks good on her. We attended the party and spent some time with her friends, but we got bored pretty quickly so we decided to visit the bar to have a few drinks.
We got settled and had a few drinks. That's when these 2 guys approached us. Both of them looked like they were in their mid to late 30s. One guy was short and was slightly going bald, we'll call him Amit and the other guy was tall but had short hair, we'll call him Nitish. Even though they're old, they were hot and certainly our type. They gave us some company but refused to buy us drinks. Shruthi and I suspected that they were hitting on us, so she decided to set me up with them for a one-night stand. But they quickly turned us down, saying that they were married. That's when my friend popped in and showed her ring, insinuating that we were also married.
We saw a sudden change in their behaviour as soon as we mentioned that. They were a lot more attentive and bought us drinks, too many to the point where they were trying to get us drunk. We had a fun conversation with them. They talked about their friendship and their business while we talked about how we met our partner. A few vodka shots later, Shruthi tried to leave me with them but she couldn't find a cab. They suggested that we can stay in their room while we wait for our Uber ride.
So we went to their room and hung out for a while. It was pretty late and Shruthi couldn't find a Uber to her place. They got more drinks and got us drunk. I excused myself to take a pee break. When I came back, Nitish was waiting for me. We teased each other for a while and he finally kissed me.
I wrap my arms around him and we were making out. We slowly made our way to the living room and that's when I saw Shruthi and Amit making out as well. Normally, I would stop this since she is faithful to her husband and I don't like cheating, but I was too drunk to give a shit.
Nitish's hands are exploring my body and I am loving it. I rub my hand against his crotch and he made me kneel. I unbuckled his pants and pulled his underwear down while he was taking off his coat. I start sucking his dick like the slut I was. I took a peek on the other side and I see Shruthi with her legs spread eagle and Amit going down on her. I motioned him to do the same to me. I took my saree and petticoat off and spread my legs while sitting next to Shruthi. Both Shruthi and I are moaning in pleasure while the gentlemen are playing with our pussies.
In between our moans, Shruthi whispers, "Oh my god. Older men are amazing", to which I responded, "Yeah... reminds me of college".
Nitish couldn't wait any longer. He wants to fuck me before I can cum. He starts rubbing his cock against my pussy but I stopped him. I told him I'm not on birth control and asked him to use a condom. He didn't have one but he quickly called room service to get us some. Both of us couldn't wait that long. Thankfully, I always carry one with me. I got my purse and handed one to him and Amit. Nitish quickly got his condom on and starts teasing me with his cock.
He puts his cock inside me and I let out a small gasp. He started slow but quickly got the pace up. My hands start exploring his arms, chest and eventually, his back as we intimately fuck each other. I lock my arms behind his neck and pull him close to me for a kiss as his cock is ploughing inside me. Needless to say, we were enjoying it. I hear loud moans from Shruthi and she's close. So am I.
Suddenly, both of them stopped what they were doing and pulled us towards them and on our feet.
They made us lean against this giant mirror with our legs wide open and starts fucking us hard from behind. It was so hot to watch us besties in the mirror get fucked like sluts by 2 guys who are old enough to be our uncles. They undid our blouses and started playing with our boobs. We asked them to pull our hair and play with our boobs while getting railed from behind and they were more than happy to go wild on us. By this time, we're close to cumming. I slid my hand under Shruthi's legs and played with her clit. She got the hint and did the same to me. We were moaning loudly as we both climaxed to an amazing orgasm.
Shruthi and I collapsed on the bed and asked the guys to give us a minute to recover. But that didn't stop them for long. Our heads were close to the end of the bed and the guys shoved their cocks inside our mouths. We were surprised but we took it like sluts. Their balls are slapping against our faces, our makeup is ruined and our mascara is dripping down.
They pulled their cocks out and came all over our faces. We look at each other's faces completely covered with thick ropes of cum. We gave the guys a show and made out and licked some of the cum from each other's faces. We took a small break till we recovered and they got hard and waited for the room service to bring us condoms. We went for round two where they swapped us. We lost sense of the night and can't recollect what happened after that.
We spent the night there and I woke up the next day to find the guys missing. At first, I thought it was better left like that until I looked down. I panicked and woke up Shruthi to find our pussies filled with cum dripping outside. I searched the room to see if the guys had left anything for us to contact them but they ended up stealing our panties. We both quickly got into the shower and cleaned ourselves. We got dressed, were forced to pay for the room and left the place immediately. On our way home, we got an STI test and took some plan B.
Before I dropped her at her place, I asked her if she regrets what we did last night.
"No, Ishika. I fucking loved it. But this stays between us." was all she said.
I smiled and went back to my apartment.
It's been a month since this happened. Our tests came back negative and I got my period. But Shruthi still hasn't got hers. We're hoping that it is because of her irregular periods and not cause she's pregnant with god knows who's the father of the three.
I still think about that night and how wild and slutty we were. It reminded us of our college days when we used to do stuff like this often. I lowkey hope we do this again but without the pregnancy scare. And I think she wants to do it too.
So yeah, that's the story of 2 BFFs who spent our valentine's day having a foursome with 2 married strangers ;)
If you want to ask me anything, please leave a comment below and I'll try my best to respond.
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Distractions Under the Desk [F/M 20's]][Kitten][Oral][Creampie]
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I sat down to write a moment ago and a most welcome distraction joined me for the endeavor. She nuzzled against my shin before finding herself a comfy spot between my feet, pawing at my legs in an effort to get my attention. She poked her head up between my legs when I didn’t give it quite fast enough.
“Can I help you?” I couldn’t help but grin and laugh as I said it. I took a moment to gently place my hands around my girlfriend’s neck before tracing a line to her lips, meeting them for a sweet moment before I pulled her in for a hug against my cock.
“I thought I could keep this warm for you, sir.” She suggested, pawing at my dick through my jeans. I was happy to pause writing for a moment to remove my bottoms.
I started to get hard just undressing there, admiring the curly haired goddess under my desk. She was quick to grab my cock as I sat back down and the glee that washed over her as I got ever harder was just. so. fucking. hot. She was just holding my dick, gazing at it lovingly. She looked up into my eyes and gave my shaft a kiss, pressing her face up against me after, “Whatcha writing?” she asked.
“Hopes and dreams.” I laughed again. “Directions, if you desire.”
“Mmm, mmhmm.” She managed with her mouth busy licking around the base of my generous girth.
“That’s what people wanna hear, right? Generous girth?” I asked, somewhat dedicated to the idea of writing despite my intense desire to carry her to the nearest soft horizontal surface.
“Oh, yes. Totally.”
We shared a serious stare and I’m positive I don’t know if she was mocking me, so I stuck my tongue out at her playfully and returned to my work and she to hers. She held me firmly with her painted nails wrapped around my dick. She licked and nibbled and kissed her way around until I dripped a glistening bead of precum down my shaft, meeting her tongue along the way.
I wasn’t exactly sure what I’d sat down to write to begin with, really. Smut, something spooky. Something in between that becomes too weird to be shared. Hard to stay on track for any of it anyway once she took my entire length in one smooth motion without warning.
“Oh… fuck.” I sighed out as she caught her breath, content to return to her little licks and kisses after the brief and sudden visit to the back of her throat.
“Got a little carried away…” She said bashfully, but there was nothing bashful behind her devious smile.
Nel is marvelous and if I’m honest I have no idea what I’ve done to be so lucky as to have such a dedicated muse. I just adore the way she’ll lavish my cock with attention, lusty little licks building until she decides to take me into her warm mouth in earnest. She’ll run her tongue around the head of my dick, occasionally bobbing down to take me in full, licking my balls even while her throat is stuffed. Eventually she’ll find herself so eager for a tasty treat that she’ll push me over the edge, squealing with delight as I let out a moan and spill my load into her mouth. She’ll swallow and thank me profusely for the treat, or maybe she’d let the cum dribble out of her mouth and onto her tits, rubbing it down her body and inevitably into her swollen lips. Either way I’d kiss her deeply and whisper a myriad of praises to my lusty little kitten, but I had slightly different things in mind.
Also, fuck all of you that turned your nose up at kissing your partner after they’ve just taken your load in their mouth. Y’all don’t know how to have a good time and it shows. Moving on.
“Good girl.” I said as I patted her gently on the head, desires to continue my writing efforts quickly evaporating somewhere between the deep throating and my growing need to be in other parts of her.
I beckoned her forward with a hand under her chin as I pushed my chair back and stood, she responded immediately by scooting forward, never leaving my cock unattended for even a moment. “This way, Sugarbutt.”
“Yes, sir!” She popped up and stood in front of me, ever ready to accommodate my wishes.
I removed my hoodie, the only article of clothing that remained between us. How she’d crawled her cute naked butt under my desk without me noticing the tail plug was beyond me, “Oh, my. Hot.” I said as I gave it the littlest tug. “But where are the ears?”
She shrugged at me and I leaned down to kiss her again, savoring her soft lips while I let my hands wander down to grab her heavenly ass. I loved the feeling of her tits pressed against me and she wrapped her legs around my waist as I lifted her up, thoroughly lavished cock pressed between us.
“You’re quite the distraction.” I teased as I carried her the short distance from my desk to the sofa.
“Mmm,” was her only reply as she ran her hands over my arms, admiring the way they flexed as I set her down on the nearest suitable surface.
I leaned over her and kissed a trail down her neck, using my hand to rub the head of my dick against her wet little pussy. She let out a soft moan, anticipating my cock stretching her at any moment but I only teased at entering, poking my head in far enough to feel just how wet and ready she was before pressing my rigid shaft against her clit, not yet wanting to give her exactly what I knew she was craving.
“Pleeeeease sir, I want you inside of me!” She cried out, her fingers digging into my back as I busied my mouth with the taste of her skin, lightly kissing with the occasional lusty little bite on her neck and collar as I made my way to her tits. The way she writhed and moaned as I swirled my tongue around her nipples drove me crazy. She humped against me growing impatient for my cock and I occasionally positioned myself to enter and watched her face as I only gently teased before sliding my length back over her clit.
I found her lips again and breathed her into me, savoring the taste of her tongue for a moment before I paused and waited for her to meet my gaze.
“Mhmmm. Please, sir!” She said as she nodded furiously before I finally gave her what she so desperately wanted.
Hearing her moan with the bliss of finally feeling my cock inside of her is a memory that consistently gets me horny beyond reason. I was already dripping buckets of precum and she was just as wet. Together the slippery mess we made was simply divine. I fucked her deep and slow, spending time on both of her tits as I did so.
“You’re so good!” She whined as she threw her head back.
I increased my pace, fucking her harder and harder and thoroughly enjoying the way she felt as she further exalted my performance through cries of pleasure and praise.
“Come sit on my lap.” I bid her as I caught my breath, wishing to give her a turn on top as I sat next to her head on the sofa.
She rolled herself off of the sofa and stood on slightly shaky legs, ever eager to grant my every whim. She let out another satisfied whimper as she took her place right back on my cock. Settling down with a little wiggle. I placed a hand on either of her hips and pulled her firmly onto me, encouraging her to rock against me and grinning wildly as I watched her lose herself in the pleasure of the moment. “Oh… If you keep that up I’m going to cum!” I said, suddenly feeling unable to hold myself back for much longer.
She immediately increased the pace and intensity of grinding into me, “Oh you’re so deep! Fill me up sir! Give me your tasty treat, pwease?”
I couldn’t hold back. She was just fucking flawless, an insatiable beauty with her incredible tits bouncing in my face and I exploded inside of her, waves of ecstasy overcoming me as I filled her until she overflowed. I felt warm cum drip out as she continued to ride me even harder, savoring the feeling of cum being worked to a frothy mess. She kissed me and cried out, screaming directly into my mouth as she brought herself to climax. She melted into me, slumping down with her arms wrapped around my neck. We sat there for a minute, my cock still inside of her, still hard and ready to go again. I thrust into her a few times, just loving the feeling of the mess we’d made before she climbed off of me.
She took me once more into her mouth. “Thank you for the tasty treat, sir.” She said, practically glowing.
I wondered if she knew how much I loved that, that little taste she takes after every time we’ve been together, but we just sat there for a while, basking in the feelings and the slippery mess.
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[M/S] I am very attracted to my sons. Update 390. "Get over here and fuck your mother's mouth."
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Several hours before sunrise, I sat on the sofa and watched the local news. Fresh from an exhilarating shower and only wearing a violet silk robe, I smelled of lavender and honey as I sipped my coffee. My skin felt supple and smooth as my hand rubbed my thigh almost like I was teasing myself. In that moment I realized I was, not just horny, but concupiscent, amorous and also submissive.
My loins heated and I considered waking up one of the boys. Then, as if the Universe answered my call, Patrick appeared from his room and walked past me. Rumpled and groggy, he poured himself a cup of coffee and stood yawning. Watching his lean and muscular body stretch made me want to give myself over to him and let him use me.
"Honey..." I said softly.
Almost asleep on his feet, he didn't respond.
"Honey. Hey." I asserted, a bit louder this time.
He looked at me and didn't utter a word. The look on his face was of confusion. I wondered if he thought he might be dreaming.
"Patrick Jacob. Wake up and look at me." I said sternly.
He looked at me and seemed to be awaiting instructions. I could see a tent in his shorts that was not there when he walked past me, and I knew he needed love.
"Get over here and fuck your mother's mouth." I said austerely as I removed my robe and sat on the edge of the sofa.
My older boy wasted no time pulling his cock out and closing the distance across the room to his wanton Mom. I took it in my mouth but was not satisfied with his level of aggression. I let it fall from my lips and looked up at him with steel eyes.
"I said, fuck my face. If you can't do that, I'll wake up your brother and have him do it." I contentiously hissed.
I knew that would get me exactly what I wanted. Patrick took me by the hair and shoved his member into my perverted mouth. He grunted as he made me gag and choke and I could not have been prouder of him. He even slowed at times to keep from cumming too soon. He used my mouth like a toy, and I enjoyed every second of it
He shoved my head down hard as he came and I choked, with tears streaming down my face. When he yanked it out of my mouth, I felt content and happy. Patrick gave me exactly what I needed. Every day as a mother, I become prouder of my sons.
**My sons are 27 and 22. I cannot help you seduce your mother.**
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[F/S] Watching porn with my dad.
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[Previous post](https://www.reddit.com/r/incest/comments/wtc8r1/fs_going_further_with_my_dad/)
There are several kinds of update I could do on my previous post, but I decided to focus on me and my dad, as that's what I've done so far and there aren't many F/S stories on here. Hopefully some of you will enjoy.
As my mom was working an evening/night shift, me and my dad decided to have a nice gentleman's night at home. So we got ourselves a premium porn subscription and watched porn together on our fairly new 4K TV. Everything was beautifully set up with snacks, drinks, lube and an endless selection of quality porn. It was time to get naked. Just to be clear; my mom knows we jerk off together sometimes and she's more than fine with it.
We sat ourselves on the couch, with the snacks in between us and drinks to our sides, and big blanket on the floor in front of us to catch cum that might come flying It didn't take long for our cocks to get hard as we scrolled through the porn. We found ourselves a video and turned up the volume. Our cocks rested on our stomachs as we enjoyed the video. There was no need to start jerking right away. We had plenty of hours ahead of us, and we could relax all we wanted.
These moments with my dad is something I've come to enjoy massively. They're much more fun and exciting than jerking off alone. As we watched through the videos, we had some discussions about which girls we liked the best and which cocks we thought were the nicest.
"Wanna stark jerking some?", dad asked as he grabbed his large cock with one hand and the bottle of lube with the other. "Yeah", I replied.
He squeezed some lube onto his cock and rubbed it in. I held up my erect cock and he squeezed some onto it as well. We spread our long legs and started to gently stroke our cocks. They glistened alluringly from the lube. "Ahhh, that's good isn't it?", said dad. "Fuck yes."
Us jerking together was a bigger turn-on for me than the porn itself. As far as cocks go, large ones do it for me much more than smaller ones., which I might have mentioned in previous posts. Needless to say then, the magnificent size of my dad's cock adds to my enjoyment. The air in the room began to fill with a scent of cock, which I didn't mind.
We picked up the pace and stroked our cock faster. I wondered who'd cum first this time, and I hoped it wouldn't be me per usual. As my dad's moans and grunts grew louder he stood up, cock pointed to the side so I could see it best. "Hands free." He shot out a substantial amount of cum from his throbbing cock without using his hands. Some of it ended up on my right leg.
The sight was so hot it made me cum as well, as I was sitting. I had to keep jerking though. There was much that came flying up. My dad jerked out a little more out of his cock until we were both drained for the moment.
Ending this update there.
[Update](https://www.reddit.com/r/incest/comments/yjhu9t/fs_i_sucked_my_dads_cock/).
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The Lobby Bar 1 [MF] [F]
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**The Lobby Bar**
**Also, Part 2 just posted see link at bottom.....**
On vacation last year after dinner, we were sitting at our hotel bar and met what we thought was a couple, Linda and Tom. We thought they were husband and wife because they looked like they fit together, instead, we found out they were co-workers. They were around forty and both were yoga instructors doing a seminar for instructors in training at the resort we were at.
We had a great conversation with the two of them for about a half hour. Five minutes in, it was clear that Tom was gay, so nothing was happing there. It wasn’t the way he spoke or what he said but you could tell he was attracted to men. It had nothing to do with the fact that I was in a smoking hot dress, and my tits were out, honestly, Linda and the other husbands at the bar had much more interest than he did.
The Lobby bar we were at, closed at 11 and the late-night places were at the far end of the resort. I asked Linda what are your plans next for the evening and she really didn’t have any but didn’t want to call it a night either as it was their next to last night.
We were staying at one of the bungalows on the beach with a rooftop deck if you guys want to have a nightcap with us you are both more than welcome to join us. Linda said, OMG, those places look amazing are they as nice as the photos she asked?
There were ten separate bungalows along the beach all with semi-private outdoor pools and showers.
Linda said she was game and looked at Tom, who said I think I’m just going to wait for a bit after closing, AKA, the bartender is gay as well.
I told Linda we had whiskey, scotch, vodka, mixers, and wine so if any of that sounds good, we’re good. Linda said if I didn’t have to work tomorrow at 10, I’d say all of it as we both laughed. With that, Rick gave the bartender a tip, thanked him for the heavy pours and we walked outside. Within 10 seconds our little driver Hector pulled up in a cart, he basically took care of anything anyone needed for about half the bungalows. We had his number but didn’t need it because it seemed like he was always there.
We walked in and I took Linda up to the rooftop while Rick made us a huge shaker of cosmos. Linda was in front of me walking up the stairs and she had this beautiful heart-shaped ass that I couldn’t stop watching. She was wearing a black cocktail dress that was tight and showed off her perky breasts and ass. Her breasts were smaller than my 36D’s but her ass and tight body made up for her smaller tits and then some. Did I mention the heart-shaped ass, ya I thought so.
The rooftop deck looks over the beach and ocean and is beautiful. It’s almost completely private except for looking back from the edge of the water. I learned she was on her second marriage and she and her husband of 10 years were going through a rough patch as she called it. One nightcap turned into two and we had just opened a bottle of Rosé Wine also known as, truth serum.
Linda was shy, but not, I’m not sure really how to describe it. She didn’t offer much but if you asked, she would spill her guts about anything. We were sitting close to each other on the couch and several times I noticed she was staring at my tits.
I can be pretty bold at times, so I just asked her, do you like my tits I said. This got Rick’s attention. His job up until now had been feeding us drinks and watching sports on his iPad.
Without a beat, Linda said, well yes, who doesn’t like your tits, laughing as she said it.
Rick had been mostly quiet but he is very quick, Tom, Rick said immediately, Tom doesn’t like your tits, he said as we all laughed.
Well, Linda said you clearly don’t know most gay men then because Tom loved your wife’s hair and tits and said so the moment, we sat next to you guys. It’s a strange thing but for some reason gay men like boobs she said.
I’m sure you are wondering if they are real I said, Linda said yes, I was….. They are and it’s partly because I stay in great shape, and eat well but also have good genes, my mom had great tits into her 70s. Linda said I’m sorry I kept staring at them but I’ve always wanted bigger breasts and each year I say I’m going to buy some but don’t.
I said Well this bra is helping a lot but for 50 they are still pretty good. I slid the shoulders off my dress and pulled it down a bit unhooking my strapless bra as they dropped a bit. What do you think I said?
I think they are incredible Linda said. Want to feel them? Linda was looking across at Rick almost like is this okay with you.
Rick said go ahead at least we’re not sitting at a bar like last time.
I explained to Linda that we were on vacation one year and a drunk husband at the bar asked me twice how much I paid for my tits because he was going to buy his wife identical ones. I bet him his watch they were real and ended up letting his wife feel them at the bar to prove it. Rick laughed and said, I still have the Montblanc watch to prove it.
I leaned closer to Linda as she held and squeezed them, it was completely nonsexual and I mean that women can do this stuff without it being weird.
But then it got weird. Linda touched both my nipples with her thumbs while she touched my breast. She was staring at my breasts and said I love how they turn up like this and your nipples are more on the top. My areolas which are normally silver dollar size had now shrunken to half that size because my nipples were sticking out ¾ of an inch maybe more.
It just got sexual in 30 seconds, I said to myself as I looked at Linda and her nipples were now also clearly visible. Wow, I said to Linda look at these, as I touched her nipples through her dress. I slowly moved the straps to the side and exposed her beautiful perky breast and started rubbing her tits and nipples the same way she was mine. We were both still playing with each other teasing when I lightly kissed Linda’s neck. Linda was breathing heavily when I kissed her lips for the first time.
I looked over at Rick and it was clear his cock was hard through his shorts from watching this develop.
Linda whispered I don’t know if I’m comfortable with any of this she said, I just don’t know, as she kissed me back. I looked into her eyes and said you should never do anything you’re not comfortable with but I just kept rubbing her nipples. What do you want to do I whispered in her ear, I’m not sure I’m ready for this she said but I don’t want it to stop either Linda said.
Do you want to want to watch me fuck my husband I asked her? How would that be, I whispered to her. Oh my god yes, she said, I would love that as she kissed me. I could tell she wasn’t ready to stop yet as I started to pull away from her. Wait Linda said, I just need to taste them, it will make me crazy if I don’t. Linda then bent down and started licking each one of my nipples before putting them in her mouth. Bite them I told her; I like them to be bitten. Like this she said? yes as I moaned.
After about a minute I went over to Rick and knelt in front of him as he took out his cock. He watched Linda watching us while I sucked his cock and this has been such a turn-on for us. I know some women don’t like sucking cock and I think they are crazy. Rick has a beautiful 8-inch cock and the head is absolutely perfect, everything about getting him off this way turns me on, I love having such control over him with just my mouth and tongue. Looking up at his expression when his load hits the back of my throat is awesome. Sometimes I want him to know how good he tastes, so I keep his cum in my mouth so he tastes it when I kiss him after I’m done.
I was watching Linda watching us the entire time and she went from squeezing and pinching her tits and nipples to rubbing her pussy with her hand inside her dress, one thing was for sure she had started squirming and was definitely locked on. Rick had worked my dress down while I was sucking him. So, Linda had a pretty good view of what my entire body looked like naked at this point.
Rick said let me fuck you as we both stood up. Linda’s eyes had not left us as I walked past her. I bent down and said are you okay baby? Yes, she said almost moaning and she never stopped rubbing herself. I bent down and licked her nipple and she put just put her head back allowing me to.
We had a glass rail that overlooked the water so just like two nights ago, I grabbed it with both hands and bent over. Two nights ago, two security guards on the beach watched for 10 minutes as Rick fucked me from behind. I was so turned on that I reached down just touched my clit and came almost instantly. I then gave them a better show as I got on my knees so they could watch me throat Rick’s huge cock. He pulled out and I started rubbing my tits, he pumped his cock about ten times then shot his cum all over them as I rubbed it in.
As Rick fucked me tonight I could see the shadow of someone watching again but didn’t see if they had a gun strapped over their shoulders but assumed he or they wanted to watch act two as it was about the same time. I looked back at Linda and she now had her dress off laying sideways on the couch with just a thong on. She had her legs spread and she continued to rub her pussy watching us.
After a few minutes, Rick and I went back over to the couch across from Linda. Rick sat down first and I lowered myself onto his hard cock. Linda turned and was now leaning back to face us. I started staring at her while I rubbed my tits and rocked back and forth on Rick’s cock. Linda started imitating me like I was her mirror. I would rub my tits and pull hard on my nipples and she did the same. I pulled one nipple to my mouth and licked the tip and she did the same. That was impressive I thought with a b/c cup.
I started rubbing the length of my pussy slowly and she did the same over her thong. Rick kept watching Linda from behind me and knew exactly what I was doing. I then took one hand spread my pussy lips apart and with the other started showing Linda how wet I was, dipping 1 and two fingers at a time. Linda just stared at me frozen as I took my fingers out of my pussy and licked them while staring at her.
I started thinking with the glass and wire railing if there was someone watching they had definitely blown their load by now possibly for a second time as I grinned thinking about it.
Your move, I thought as I pulled my hood back and touched my clit staring at Linda. Linda then stood up slipped her thong off and sat down looking back at us now. Linda’s pussy was beautiful and she had waxed everything except for a V that seemed to be pointing to her clit, it was very cool I thought. It was obvious how wet she was her thong was soaked before she took it off.
Once again, she was mirroring what I had already done, and when she fingered herself, her fingers were more than wet it was like they were covered in a thick clear fluid almost like saliva. As she drew her fingers back you could watch the fluid break on her fingers which was so fucking hot. We watched her get more and more into it as I still rocked on Rick’s cock.
Linda stood up walked directly in from of us and buried two fingers into herself, she rubbed them back and forth before pulling them out. She was about to lick them and stopped.
Do you want these as she held her fingers to me?
**I just stuck out my tongue………**
**If you want more show me.....**
[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/11m9gug/the_lobby_bar_2_mff_ff_abc_its_as_easy_as_123/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)
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The Zhangette, SYC, and Zhang
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The Zhangette was a beautiful young woman who lived in a small village. She was kind and gentle, and she loved to help others. One day, she was walking in the forest when she came across a small yellow cock. She picked it up and examined it. It was simple, but there was something about it that intrigued her. She decided to take it home with her.
That night, she lay in bed, thinking about the SYC. She wondered what it could be used for. She imagined all sorts of possibilities. She could use it to defend herself against an attacker. She could use it to explore the dark corners of her house. She could use it to find hidden treasure.
The next morning, she decided to put the SYC to the test. She went to the park and started exploring. She found a hidden path that led to a small clearing. She sat down in the clearing and closed her eyes. She concentrated on the SYC. She imagined it glowing with light.
Suddenly, she felt a strange sensation. It was as if the SYC was pulling her into itself. She opened her eyes and saw that the SYC was indeed glowing with light. She reached out and touched it. As soon as her fingers made contact with the SYC, she felt a surge of energy flow through her body. She felt stronger and more alive than she ever had before.
She knew that she had found what she was looking for. The SYC had finally satisfied her.
She lay back in the clearing, enjoying the feeling of the SYC's energy flowing through her body. She closed her eyes and imagined the SYC entering her secret folds and hidden places. She imagined it becoming hard and releasing a viscid whitish fluid inside her. She imagined that the fluid fertilized her eggs and emerged into a baby Zhang.
She opened her eyes and smiled. She knew that her dreams would soon come true.
The next day, she went to the doctor and confirmed that she was pregnant. She gave birth to a healthy baby boy, whom she named Zhang. She raised him with love and care, and he grew up to be a strong and handsome young man.
The Zhangette never forgot the small yellow SYC. She knew that it had given her the gift of life. She kept it in a special place in her home, and she would often think about the day she found it.
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I Gave into Husband's Request… 3 [MF] maybe [MFF]
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**Nothing ever happens in the bathroom**
[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/11de6wr/i_gave_into_husbands_request_1_mf_maybe_mff/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)
[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/11dp8u7/i_gave_into_husbands_request_2_mf_maybe_mff/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)
[Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/11dryym/i_gave_into_husbands_request_3_mf_maybe_mff/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)
[Part 4](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/11edx10/i_gave_into_husbands_request_4_mf_mff/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)
**Nothing ever happens in the bathroom**
On my drive to work that day, I kept replaying everything in my head. What will I allow her to do to me, will want to do anything to her, and watch my husband fuck another woman. I think I'm willing to let him do whatever to her. He can lick her all he wants, he can fuck her all he wants, and any which way he wants, having her lick me might be a different story but I’m not sure.
I’ve had to come to terms with the fact I’ve gotten myself off to lesbian porn a lot but didn’t think of it as anything but sexual bodies. I wasn’t imagining myself as one of the women, or was I? Still a lot to take in. What is wrong with me to even think I wouldn’t enjoy myself? I must be crazy I thought.
Having another woman lick and suck on my tits would definitely be okay, I can handle that hell I could handle that tomorrow as I laughed to myself. I LOVE to have my tits played with and sucked not to mention how turned on I get when my husband bites my nipples. Hell, I even like licking and biting on my own nipples when I'm pleasuring myself. I mean really, who doesn't like that?
Rubbing and licking my nipples is what I do just before I get covered with my husband’s cum, so obviously, he a fan of it as well.
Weeks pass and we don’t speak a lot about it other than when he asked me again. Should we pick out our third together?
I said, This was all on you I said and it wasn’t going to be one of my 2 girlfriends. I know for a fact he wishes it was.
Last year in our backyard pool after several glasses of wine, I skinny-dipped with two of my girlfriends which is possibly how this all got started. Rick had gone to bed with too many drinks in him and the next morning we teased the shit out of him telling him how he missed out on the midnight swim. No, they said at breakfast he wasn’t getting any details and it fucking killed him.
We go out on date nights like normal we even went to a strip club in the city one night because I was staying there for work a few nights. The closest we came to talking about it was in the club he asked me to rate the women on stage from 1-10. It was an upscale place so most were 8-10. That didn’t work so he asked me what I liked about each dancer so, I knew he was fishing. He also asked if I was interested in having a lap dance. These women were all beautiful and after several drinks, I wanted to say yes but I didn’t.
I started having dreams about other women going down on me. Now in my head, I'm second-guessing how far I could go and how I would it feel. In my dreams I fucking loved it. I mean really loved it. I must be losing my mind.
My husband surprised me with an unexpected date night. Date nights are always good, and not only did we get a night out, but he got us a room at my favorite hotel for the night, The W Hotel. He had already packed our bags for the night so he really had thought all this out.
He had bought me a beautiful lace bra and panties to wear under the dress he had picked out for me to wear. He had me wear his favorite sexy dress. Hugged me tight in all the right places and squeezed my tits together making them look bigger than they are.
He really loved my breasts and always has, the fact that I can make him cum on demand but just starting to lick and bite my nipples tells me everything I need to know.
He packed my matching 3" heels so I was almost even with his height in them as he stands about six feet tall. He wore a pair of nice black jeans, a white button-up long-sleeve shirt, and a sharp-fitted gray sports coat. After we got dressed, we went down to the bar for drinks. The best thing about The W was free drinks from five to seven every night if you had a room key. You could get a good buzz going for the night got started with whatever he had planned for the night.
While sitting at the bar he decided to just eat at the hotel restaurant instead of going out. I thought it was a bit odd or a last-minute decision as their food was pretty good at the hotel but we had tons of options. Normally when we stayed, we went out for dinner, but not a big deal.
Boy, was I wrong…..
While talking about how each other’s days were, and after another drink or two he asks if I have been thinking about our threesome. So, I lied and said not that much. I told him I still was unsure.
I meant, I was ok with having a threesome, but still up in the air about what I would allow the other girl to do to me. I told him I was okay with him doing whatever he wanted with her I might find it hot and get myself off, but if not, I just say no more.
I also reminded him that this was a thing between us and that this did not permit him to sleep around, EVER! I just wanted to make sure he understood completely we were not turning this into an open marriage thing.
So, everything changes in a moment……
Out of nowhere, this attractive woman walks over from the bar, I knew she was at the bar because I watched her walk in, as did several others. Five feet 5 maybe 6 with about three-inch heels wearing a tight red dress, an inch shorter than mid-thigh and she had long brown hair like mine.
Just out of nowhere, she asks if she could join us.
I thought she was crazy, like who walks up to strangers out to dinner and asks to join them.
Then it dawned on me, oh my god laughing to myself, this was the person my husband had selected for our threesome. When I looked at my husband, he had a grin on his face. I knew right then for sure this was her. So, I decided to just go with the flow. It was going to happen tonight. We talked about everyday stuff. She was very attractive and seemed very nice.
After a while, she excused herself from the table and went back to the bar leaving me alone with my husband. I couldn't speak, just shook my head. Not sure what to even say, I just started laughing and asked him " what the fuck" a little heads-up would have been nice?
Well, what do you think he asked? She seems extremely nice enough I said but I just kept shaking my head. I knew that wasn't really what he wanted to know, and I knew this was whom he picked for us to have a threesome. So basically, he was just looking for my approval.
I told him I was fine with the threesome, but as far as what I would allow the other woman to do to me, was still up in the air. I don't know if I could allow another woman to go down on me (lie Maybe) at this point but he doesn’t know that. I told him if that was a deal breaker then I just couldn’t commit. I started thinking, wow she was very attractive but this didn't make me bi-sexual or something did it.
If I was attracted to her, and I was and I enjoyed having sex with her or another woman what the fuck I say to myself. The more I thought about it, I was game with playing with her perky tits and hell I would even let her play with mine. Tits were a turn-on for me and hers were not as big as my 34DD, but they were a good full 34C
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A lot of self-talk going on in my head at this point. Tonight was going to happen and he wanted me out of my comfort zone. How many out, was a different story? Guess we are going to have to let the night play out and see what happens
I excused myself to the bathroom to refresh myself before we went back upstairs. While I was looking at myself in the mirror the other woman walked in. All I could do was just stare at her and knew I was in trouble the minute she walked in. I couldn't stop staring at her tits, her nipples were like rocks under her dress and I couldn’t take my eyes off her or them.
She walked up and stood behind me and said, I could see you have some reservations about what your husband has set up for tonight. Just so you know your husband and I both agreed to get tested for STDs and gave each other our real names and photos weeks ago. We’ve both had time to look up each other, so if that’s your concern your husband and I were both very safe.
She asked me what I was worried about most. I didn't say anything for what seemed like a minute but was only really a few seconds.
She asked if I was afraid that I would enjoy myself having another woman pleasuring me.
Maybe, was all I could whisper. Then I said, I don’t really know. I just had never had a threesome before and am not sure what’s to be expected from me either. Honestly, I am fine with watching my husband fucking you and watching you suck his cock, hell it might even be a total turn-on to watch my husband get off while I sit and watch. If it was, I could I mean, I would get myself off.
Before I knew it, she was tight up against my back and was wrapping her hands around me to put her hands on my breasts, I could feel her pointed nipples touch my back. My dress and bra were on the thin side so she started circling my nipples through my dress and talking to me but the truth is I have no idea what she was saying. I watched in the mirror as she made my nipples as hard as they have ever been. She whispered, I love your big tits and sensitive nipples, and it would be a shame if I don’t get these in my mouth later tonight. I thought to myself she smells wonderful, not like a man and I’m liking that already. She said you can’t tell me this isn’t turning you on right now because I can see otherwise. Without me even realizing it she had worked my nipples out of my bra and was pinching them hard.
As she pinched them more, she asked if she was being too hard and all I could do is whisper no, harder. She said this is how I like it and thought I’d show you that. We could do that with a lot of things tonight if you’re up for it. Are you still unsure she asked?
No, I answered.
**To be Continued**
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Some Kind of Interview [Femdom] [Face-sitting] [Ass-eating] [M21|F39]
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The restaurant was massive. High ceilings, chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, dozens of tables, a stage big enough for a full concert, two fully stocked bars, and a small army of waiters running round, filling drinks, getting orders, and entertaining the clientele. I stood in the doorway, aghast at how big the place was for an underground venue. The stairway I had walked down to get here were hidden in an alley. I assumed the place must have been some old warehouse or industrial facility.
In my hands I was holding my, albeit short, resume. The only entries being a degree in Political Science I was half way to completing and my time spend working at a pizza place near campus. I stood in the door for a second taking in the sights, smells, and sounds, then I saw the women who was responsible for me coming here. She noticed me while talking with a table of customers, but quickly cut off the conversation and headed my direction.
"William! I am so happy that you took my offer! Come on, let's go back to my office so we can go over your qualifications and make sure you are fit to join the team here at Amazonia's." She grabbed the resume from my hands and began quickly walking to the back of the venue. She moved gracefully in high heels and her long strides meant I had to half jog to keep up. She was at least 6'2'' and had to look down at me when she talked. Her black dress swayed as she walked, as did her long dark hair.
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It was such a strange encounter when I first met her. It was a regular night at Jimmie's Pizza, and all I could think of was getting cut and going home to a six pack and my cat. She and a few girl friends came in to watch the game. I noticed something was off when I noticed them giggling and chatting as I would approach and leave the table. They stayed pretty late to catch a some game on the west coast, so they were my only table when she asked me, "How is the tip money here?"
She was older, probably late 30s or early 40s, still very beautiful and had an air of confidence about her.
"Bad, but be the *change* you want to see in the world." I gave my usually response, hoping they would ask for the check and head out, so I could get home.
She and her friends laughed. *Good sign, maybe they'll leave a little extra,* I thought to myself. "You know, honey, I am a restaurant manager myself, and we are looking for some extra waiting staff. You seem like a guy that could work at a place that does a little more than sell pizza and cheap beer. What do you say?" She slipped a business card out of her pocket, and handed it to me.
The all black card read in white embossed letters "Miss Mary\~ Owner & Operator of Amazonia's Lounge \~ 105 East Street"
"If you want a better job, swing by tomorrow at 2pm sharp. Don't be late and don't make me regret this." As she said that she handed me her signed check and a $50 cash tip.
"Oh my god! Thank you so much! I-I can't believe..."
She cut me off, "No need to thank me, just be on time tomorrow."
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Her office was furnished with dark wood and black and red accents. A large chair sat behind a large desk. She beckoned me to sit down in the considerably smaller chair in front of the desk. As I did so, I understood why the room was laid out in this fashion. She was a domineering force in the room, to say the least. As she glanced over my resume for a second, before asking me any questions.
"So college boy, huh?" She exhaled, as if she was disappointed slightly.
"Yea poli-sci, someday I'm hoping to work in DC." I responded in a upbeat tone.
She looked up at me without moving her head, gave a small chuckle though her nose, before moving on. "And you worked at that shitty pizza joint for a year and a half, tell me what does good customer service mean to you?"
I thought for half a second before responding, "Always going above and beyond to make sure that the customer is satisfied with their time in the restaurant. Making sure you know the drink menu, know what might have allergens in it, and doing whatever possible to get them to come back again."
She looked up at me again without moving her head, though this time she raised an eyebrow. "Now tell me, how far would you go to ensure a customer left feeing *satisfied.*" The extra emphasis on that last word sent a shiver down my spine.
Not wanting to blow my chance at such a nice restaurant I quickly shot a back, "Really anything. Ain't no mountain high enough as far as I'm concerned."
"No mountain too high? Okay, then strip down to your boxers." She asked the question like in the same tone she asked all the other questions. Like it was no big deal she was demanding I strip during the middle of an interview. Of course I froze. Then tried to laugh and assume it was a joke.
In a much more serious tone she reiterated the demand, "Did you think I gave you this chance because of your amazing people skills? Don't play dumb, though it is a cute look on you. Let me see the ass that got you this interview."
"Yes ma'am" I responded, slowly rising out of my chair. She got up out of her seat, walked around the desk, and sat on the front facing me. I began to slowly unbutton my shirt.
"Yes, please undress like a shy boy in the middle school locker room. Bitch! You are in an IN-TER-VIEW! How about you try and actually impress your potential future employer." She glared at me. I swallowed hard, before mustering the strength to recall the Magic Mike movies I had seen years before.
I quickly pulled my shirt open and untucked it from my wait belt.
"Okay, now keep going." came her stone cold voice.
I spun around and began undoing my belt and pants. While slowly shimmying my shirt off my back.
"Throw that rag over here, babe." She called, her voice warming up a little.
I half turned around and tossed her my shirt with my wrist. Then i slowly began sliding my pants down my legs. Bending and poking my ass out as I danced. When I dropped them to the ground, I bent over to untie my shoes when I felt it. A hard slap on the ass. I yelped and fell forward on the ground.
"Well, you are gonna have to get used to that kind of attention baby." I could tell she was fighting to hold back laughter. As I began to collect myself and get up, I noticed she was standing over me. My eyes saw her heels first, but they followed her legs up until I was looking in her eyes. I should have noticed, from where I was laying that she was missing a crucial piece of undergarment.
"How about you stay down there for a second." She said still almost laughing. "You have one last part of the interview to finish."
Before I could do anything she put her legs on either side of my torso. I could see right up her dress, noticing now that she was wearing no panties. Her fit ass hung in the air above me for a moment, as I was frozen on the ground, before quickly falling and landing right on my face.
"Tongue out slut, I thought you said you would do anything to make sure the customer was *satisfied.*" She wasn't holding back her laughter now.
I stuck out my tongue. I could taste her pussy. She was already very wet when she started to ride my face. She ground her clitoris on my tongue for a moment. "Fucking do some work why-don't-cha, I'm could ride that arm chair if I just wanted something still."
I started moving my tongue side to side, pressing against her clit as she sat down harder on my face. She began to moan softly. I moved my tongue down towards her entrance, making it into a point and running it between the folds of her labia.
"Now that's more like it." She moaned as she pressed me harder into the ground. I took that as a sign and pushed my tongue up into her as much as I could. She rode my face until she was so wet that it was running down my face and onto my neck and chest.
"Mmmmmmmm, how about the other hole?" She wasn't really asking. Before my oxygen starved brain could react, she picked herself up slightly and moved forward a few inches before placing my face between her ass cheeks. My tongue slid into her ass as she let out a loud moan. "Keep fucking going!" She commanded, and I could feel her hand moved to rub herself as she almost suffocated me underneath her beautiful ass. As my tongue went in, out, and around her asshole, she kept moaning and touching herself. I lost track of time.
After what seemed like forever of pleasing her with my tongue, I could feel her kick into another gear. She pressed down so hard on my face, I thought she might kill me. "Holy fuck, I'm gonna cum. Don't you dare fucking stop bitch!" She yelled at the top of her lungs. Soon after that, she began to shake and scream as she orgasmed on top of my face.
Once she was done, she fell to the side of me on the ground. pulled the bottom of her dress back over her ass, and got up. As I was helping myself up, I noticed she was already behind her desk. I had no idea where my clothes had gone, and I stood up before her in just my boxers. I noticed for the first time that my dick was throbbing hard and she could clearly see how much I enjoyed the "interview" she had just given me.
"We are going to call that a successful interview, honey. You still have some training left to do before you can begin working here and you have to meet the rest of the staff. But something tells me you are going to be a customer favorite her." She smiled and hit a red button on her desk. Soon a younger woman came to the door and opened it.
The new woman in an excited tone exclaimed, "Oh good, another trainee! I love getting to teach the new ones all about working."
Miss Mary turned to me, "This is Cristina, she will be taking care of your new employee training and on boarding stuff. Do *whatever* she says, okay?"
Christina turns to me and says, "Meet me here at noon tomorrow, we have training to do before we open the lounge."
(Had to edit a bit to fit Part 2. btw check out part 2, Training Day)
(Working on pt. 2, hopefully this will be a running series. Let me know if you have any feedback/critiques/ideas for the story)
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[B/s] the long road home - the tryst (part 4)
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The names are fake, dates are made up, and the places don't exist. All parties participating in sexual activities were over 18 at the time of the event.
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[Every so often, I heard Emma sniffle while her face was buried into my neck... I pretended not to notice.](https://www.reddit.com/r/incest/comments/ywgqww/bs_the_long_road_home_the_tryst_part_3/)
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We lay in that sexual embrace for long time, even after I had gone soft and fallen out. I felt like pulling away then would be robbing Emma of the love and passion she deserved. Eventually we rolled and I held Emma close and let her softly cry into my chest. I didn't say anything to her. I didn't know what to say. Knowing what I know now, there were many things I could have said, but honestly I don't know if they would have helped or hurt.
I managed to eventually get Emma up to the top of the bed and we pulled the blanket over us as we snuggled and held one another close. Every so often, Emma looked up and gave me one of 3 kisses. One was soft and loving. One was passionate. But one, was the kind of kiss a sister gives her brother. She was going through so many emotions I had no way to know what to do except hold and comfort her.
Hours went by like that before Emma finally decided we needed to take another shower, and actually get clean this time! We went straight into the shower and for a moment I wasn't sure how I should engage with her. Then she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me into a very sweet and long kiss. When she finished, she looked me in the eyes.
"Do you really think I'm pretty?" she quietly asked.
I nodded.
"Would you like to wash me?" she asked with a hopeful smile, while starring deep into my eyes.
I nodded.
Using the shitty little bar of hotel soap, I lathered up and gently scrubbed Emma's body. As I ran my soapy fingers over her intimate parts, I couldn't help being a little turned on, but the emotions kept the erection at bay. When I finished washing her, Emma took the soap and washed me. Once again, the emotions of the moment kept the erection at bay, but the feeling of her fingers caressing and scrubbing the remains of sex from my body was incredibly sensual.
Once we were cleaned and rinsed, we got out and dried ourselves and returned to the room. This time we pealed the sheets off the bed and put a couple of fresh towels down before crawling back onto the bed together.
I laid back against the headboard with a pillow behind me and Emma sat to my left, curled up next to me where she could caress my chest and look up into my face. I offered to get the blanket, but Emma declined.
I should mention that nowhere in my journal did I say anything about the temperature of the room. I remember it was very warm, but I couldn't tell you if I set the thermostat like that or if the hotel just had it hot because of the weather outside. It was bitterly cold that night. But Emma and I were completely comfortable laying naked together.
"If we lived closer, would you be my lover?" she asked.
"Yes."
I didn't have to think about it. But I had no idea how we could make it work. We both lived so far apart it would take hours by plane and days by car just for a few hours together. Not exactly a discrete relationship.
"I don't want to stop." she whispered.
"We won't."
She chuckled at me.
"Visit each other for Thanksgiving and Christmas?" she asked with a hint of sarcasm.
"Why not?"
"Because Shit-bag might show up." she answered.
"So? let him see what it feels like to be cheated on!"
"Maybe he'll finally appreciate me if he see's how close he is to loosing me?" she sarcastically replied.
"Then leave him. Come live with me."
"Shh" she hissed, looking up into my eyes and lightly pressing her finger to my lips.
We relaxed against one another for quite a while after that. There was no more talk of affairs, or spouses. We just held one another close and explored each other's body. Emma was regularly caressing my penis and I her clitoris. We were feeling so completely amorous and searching for our next "sexual on-ramp".
"You're an amazing woman, Emma."
"GOD! You're so perfect!" She complimented me with a frustrated smile.
She gave me a devious smile.
"I kinda wanna go down on you again." She said.
"Me too."
Emma looked up into my eyes.
"Really?"
I nodded.
"Wanna try something?" she asked.
I nodded.
Emma guided me to scoot down on the bed until I was in the center of the mattress with my legs off the end. Then I laid out flat and she came up to me and slowly began kissing down my chest and belly turning her body as she headed down until her hip was right up next to me.
When she reached my groin, she gave the tip of my penis this little kiss, before she straddled my chest. It was such a sexy feeling, her body sliding over mine, upside down. Her breasts were dragging over my belly and her thighs came to rest over and around my chest. Then her pussy, and that magnificent clitoris, came right up to my face. My mouth instantly began to water.
Like most everyone here I was familiar with "69", but it was my first time being IN the position. I had to pull a pillow under my head to get comfortable, but as soon as I was, I wrapped my arms over Emma's thighs and gripped her bottom, pulled her hips down close. Her lower half was in this strange "pretzel" pose with her knees bent and her hips basically folded in half.
I didn't think it could be all that comfortable, but she said it actually felt good on her hips. I didn't questions it. I began gently licking and sucking on that glorious clitoris. Moments later, I felt her mouth engulf my penis for the second time and I surrendered to the feeling. Within seconds, the emotional blockage was gone and I was rock hard.
As she softly sucked and explored my penis and testicles, I really got into her vagina with my mouth and fingers. I locked my lips around the bulb of her clitoris and started softly sucking and licking the little rim of flesh between the bulb and and clitoral hood. I was very gentle. I didn't want her to get over-stimulated and I didn't know if she had a limit. Fun fact, she doesn't. I doubt she ever did.
She was so incredibly wet the fluids were making their way down her labia to my mouth, and the underside of her clitoris worked like a little funnel. I consumed ALL of it. Every last drop that came down to me. Every so often, her clitoris would get very stiff, then her whole vulva and vagina, and even her bum-hole would throb. I couldn't even guess how many time's I made Emma orgasm like that. The whole thing was a blur and I couldn't keep track. After each of her orgasms, We would take a little break. She would sit up and scoot forward slightly. Then she would lightly caress my penis with the tips of her fingers.
That pose she made when we were resting was phenomenal. She had her pelvis tipped and her legs spread wide, from my angle, I got the perfect view of her entire groin and butt. At one point, I got a little curious and started caressing her hips and butt. Emma just sat there and made these little humming sighs. She didn't even say something when I started caressing rim of her bum-hole. I almost tried pressing one of my fingers in. God knows my finger was slick enough from her vaginal juices! But I kind of chickened out. In my journal I questioned why I even thought about it. Knowing what I know now, I wonder why I didn't follow through!
We had oral sex for a long time. Even my journal is vague about how long we were stimulating one another. I seem to remember the clock being after 4:00am when I got a look at it again, but I think that would mean we were having oral sex for something like an hour and a half and that seems like it would be too long.
Whatever time it was, I was finally feeling the tingle of a really good orgasm coming so I let Emma know. What can I say? I had a couple of orgasms already so they were taking longer to trigger. But even then, I knew this was going to be monumental in comparison! Emma had me in her throat at that moment, but she basically coughed me up and scrambled to get up and come around on me.
I slipped inside without an ounce of effort. We didn't even have to re-position or guide my penis in. We just connected. Perfectly. Probably because everything was so damn slick to begin with! The moment I was in her, I sat up and Emma and I basically wrapped ourselves around one another.
There was a new kind of passion and hunger in us. WE felt different somehow. My penis was so sensitive from Emma's mouth I could just about feel every crease and ripple in her warm and soft vagina. Her clitoris was extremely rigid and it caressed and massaged my pubic area with every thrust. We were so tightly pressed together, Emma's breasts were squeezed against my chest and her plump, firm nipples dug into me. It was like we were one creature, torn in two, and attempting to force itself back together.
It was the slowest, most tender lovemaking we shared the entire night. Our lips locked and our tongues made love in the middle. Emma's hands gripped my head and ravaged my hair while my hands caressed and explored her back, from under her butt-cheeks, up to the nape of her neck and through her hair. We made such sweet love. After only a few short minutes of exquisite penetration, Emma and I shared our last orgasm of the night.
"Can I have just a little more of your seed." she pleaded in a quiet moan.
I don't think she even had to ask. Before she finished speaking, my penis began squirting just as her vagina gripped and strangled my shaft almost in perfect unison. As we climaxed, she held me tighter than she had all night and softly breathed her moan of celebration into my ear.
"I love you, Michael! I love you! Oh! Michael, I love you! I love you!"
When we finally finished, We Held one another close and softly kissed and rocked in each others arms. We were satisfied at last.
We sat there for a long time. After our hearts and breathing slowed to normal, and long after I went soft and fell from her, still dripping, vagina. We just held each other tight, softly kissing the other's cheek, neck, and shoulder.
Eventually, we reluctantly and wearily released each other as we stretched out together and finally pulled the blanket over us. The bed was completely soaked in our fluids. But neither of us cared. We didn't even bother moving to the other bed. Instead, We just found a dry spot, settled into one anothers arms, and gently drifted off to sleep with a few soft kisses to cement out love.
We awoke close to 10:30 in the morning and it was a mad dash to get ourselves clean and out of the room before the maid service arrived. I actually feel sorry for those maids. I know they've seen some disgusting beds before, but the mess we left behind might just have been permanent. I felt so bad, I left a huge tip.
Emma and I parted ways with one last kiss and just like that it was over. The whole trip home, I had this feeling I should go back, but by the time I was standing in line to board my flight, I knew it was too late. I spent the entire flight scribbling out the contents of my memory in a spiral notebook. Feverishly detailing the most important night of my life.
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In the years that followed, and despite the distance, Emma and I were thick as thieves after our tryst. We lived hundreds of miles apart and were never actually able to see one another in person like we wanted. But we found other ways to stay close. Phone calls, Emails, texts, even the early social media platforms. Throughout the years, we used every form of communication that came along to stay close. As close as we could anyway.
Emma's marriage seemed to finally get on track after that. I thought I had somehow given Emma self confidence. Enough to step up and push back on her husband. She even had another daughter in the year after our tryst (We'll call her Maddie). I thought shit-bag finally realized he had a real diamond on his hands and stopped squandering his marriage on whores. They seemed happier anyway. At least on the surface and through her messages. I already know some of you are putting things together. It's spoon fed information, but you're still smarter than I was! Lets just pretend you don't know yet. OK?
I didn't do a lot with my life after that night with Emma. I got a few stupid tattoos and a really dumb piercing. My dating life was underwhelming too. I never re-married but I had a string of "girlfriends". Never anything serious. I never wanted another woman. Dating was a chore and I was more interested in my career. Besides, none of them were Emma.
About six months later, I followed Emma's example in personal grooming. I discovered it actually feels good without the hair. These days what I did is pretty common I see, but back then I got a lot of strange looks when I showed up in a salon to have my junk waxed. On more than one occasion I was flat out turned away! Eventually I ended up paying to get the same procedure Emma had done. Electrocuted my balls. Lol. But seriously, I didn't go crazy like Emma did with her hair removal. I just had my pubic area and butt done. I paid a premium because the lady that did it was uncomfortable working on a man. I've learned that what I paid was actually fairly low compared to modern prices. Whatever. It's done and I don't regret it either way. The girl that did the procedure for me liked the results well enough. We dated a few times after it was over. It's nothing to write about. I was probably the only man she'd ever had as a client and I was trying to find something to get thorough the loneliness.
I often looked back and wondered if what Emma and I did together was wrong. We never spoke about it in the years that followed. Obviously there was the incest aspect, but if anything the taboo only made me appreciate those experiences even more. It just felt like a dangerous topic for Emma. I wish I had sought answers back then, but I don't know where we would be if I had.
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This is the end of the tryst and the last of what Emma and I consider the beginning of "us". What come's next is a whole lot of pain and sorrow. It was worth it in the end, but the next couple of posts might not be what people expect.
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[Cm/Cf] My (20f) Cousin wants to start an onlyfans (Update 1)
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Following on from the previous post, we left off with Abbie and myself discussing the possibility of her starting an onlyfans account. We started talking about it, but it fell off after a couple of days talking about it, because of her workload ramping up after the new year, and a new role I have taken on at my work. We were still in close contact, but our conversationswere leading away from the onlyfans account. I didn't see too much past this, but it was stil heavily on my mind.
With my work, I am not required to go into my office unless I am really needed. I much prefer to work out of my office, as travelling around salt lake is an absolute pain. But one friday in January I was required to come in to train some new employees, and seeing as I was getting paid extra to I was not going to complain. Where I live, my office is only a 15 minute walk, so it really isn't bad
at all. I got into the office at around 8:45 and sat myself down at a free desk. I started training new employees, showing them the works, where everything was. All going incredibly smoothly. At around 11-12ish, I received a phone call from Abbie. Whilst this isn't anything out of the blue, it was a great surprise to see her photo and name show up on my screen.
I rushed out of our office and picked up the phone. Abbie sounded out of breath from the get-go, excitement in her voice. (A little background into Abbie, she's studying to be a junior nurse within my state, and she has been having exams all over the christmas period. The breakup with her ex really put a pause on her ability tostudy and concentrate within her lectures. Myself and my sister provided support with her college work, getting notes organised and study materials. She has really struggled with anxiety and stress before these exams). She started out incredibly fast paced, asking how my work is going, what her plans were for the day etc. But she took an incredibly brisk turn, near shouting "Oh and I got an A- on my exam". This was followed by only what I can assume was an incredibly muffled and suppressed scream from her. I was filled with ecstacy. All of her hard work, and the incredibly hard circumstances that she had to go through all proved to be nothing but a bump in the road for her. I almost felt like a father, when their kid learns to ride a bike for the first time.
We kept talking for what felt like 5 minutes, but in reality I had used up all of my break accidentally which really bummed me out. But it was all worth it, hearing how excited Abbie was. Whilst I know this is supposed to be filled with sexual details, crazy stories and such, I feel it's really important to show how much myself and my close family love her. She grew up without a mother, in an all male family. So having someone like myself and my sister almost as her siblings really meant alot to her.
I strolled back into the office, feeling like I had just won the lottery. Full of excitement and joy. The sudden smell of coffee breath, clicky keyboards and annoying managers who sit around all day and do nothing. But the downs and reality of a 9-5 wasn't going to get me down today. As I had just received some news which had entirely changed my mood. At around 3pm, I received a text from Daisy. Oh yeah, I haven't told you my sisters name, it's daisy. Stupid name I know ;). She said that Abbie has invited us up to her college to join her and her friends who were throwing a party to celebrate their results. I perked up at the idea, as I hadn't seen my cousin since christmas time, and it felt like two weeks was too much away from my best friend.
I finished up at the office thirty minutes early, thanks to the magic of sneaking out with the cleaning team. I started working in this office when I left high school as an apprentice, and worked alot of later shifts as my day job was working at a local farmers market in the town I grew up in, so I would work late and get to know the Janitors and their sneaky ways around this labarynth of a building. I went to meet up with Daisy and her boyfriend, who we will call Sam. He's not really relevant, but hes a cool guy and runs his own small business. The guy is absolutely rolling in it, so free meals after work is always appreciated. We went to our favourite bar/restaurant that serves my favourite cider and wings, $5.00 for a family bucket and two ciders. Bargain.
Anyways, we sit at our regular table, which we engraved out family initials into the wooden table, just to mark it as our own. We have been going here since I moved to the city, can't be beat. Me and Sam were talking about our days when Daisy showed up, with a wide grin on her face. "What's got you in such a good mood? You're usually never happy", Sam quiply asked Daisy, which receieved a polite middle finger back. Turns out that Daisy had been put forward for a managerial position at her job, meaning that she would be able to work more remotely than she does currently. She works six day weeks, and it really takes a toll on her physically and emotionally.
We discussed our days, and talked alot about Abbies results and how pleased we were for her. She had been an emotional wreck trying to sort out her study and trying not to fall behind on her work, so this result was massive for her. As we were finishing up our main courses, I got a buzz on my phone. I hate getting notifications on my phone, as most of the time it means something bad. For example my manager asking me to do overtime, or my bank account telling me I have "won" 5 million dollars. So I have it set to only specific people sending me messages or calling me to notify me, so I know that it's someone I want to talk to, and not have to make awkward small talk, or explain why I was 25 minutes late to an online zoom meeting. I glanced down at my phone underneath the table to see a voice note from Abbie, followed by a text saying "Can't wait!!!!<3". I excused myself to listen to the voice note, as texting isn't really our thing. It's facetime or voice notes most of the time.
I took out my earphones and put them in to listen.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you, but my friends are hosting a party on sunday to celebrate our results! I have told Daisy and Sam to come as well. Bring anyone you want, there's going to be alot of people there! I don't have a bed you can stay on but i'm sure you can all squeeze in my room. No dresscode or anything, just bring yourself and some drinks!"
I took my headphones out and sent her a voicenote, saying how excited I am to come, and that I will come early to help set up. It's the gentlemanly thing to do of course. I returned to the table and sat back down. "Secret lover?" Daisy winked at me, this received a justified light punch. Me and Daisy have always been close, but we have never openly talked about our relationships or anything like that with each other. I often find it weird talking about it with her, but I always know, if worse comes to worse, she will listen to my problems. As much as she likes talking for hours, shes a damn good listener. We all enjoyed the rest of our drinks and payed the bill.
We opted to get a taxi home, as we had drank alot more than intended. I've never been much of a big drinker, so small amounts of drink are enough to get me going. I sat in the back with Daisy in the middle, and Sam on the right. My phone screen flashed again, it was another voice note from Abbie.
"We have done some planning for the party since we last spoke, and we're going to be hosting it at a local student bar down the road from us, if thats cool?" I replied with a simple: "Yes of course, that sounds great!", and put my phone down. But a little spark inside of me set off for some reason, maybe it was the drink talking, or, actually, it was definately the drink. I sent a follow up message to her saying: "I am so incredibly proud of all the work that you have put in, after all that you have been through with (ex's name) and the hills you have climbed. I love you cuz <3". I smiled at this, then sent it. A little while passed and we were nearing our appartment complex.
My phone buzzed again with a text message from Abbie, "Thank you so much Alex, you and Daisy mean the world to me and I love you too <3". The little love-heart at the end of the message really sent goosebumps through my body. I felt so lucky to have such an amazing cousin as Abbie. When I got in I went to my room and got undressed for bed. Sam crashed out on the couch watching football and Daisy went to bed. I looked around my room a bit, trying to find something to do. When my phone rang with a facetime request from Abbie. I picked up the call within a matter of seconds, seeing her face pop up on the screen really brightened me up even more.
We talked about our days and how proud of her I was, she responded with some air kisses and thank you's. We went on to discuss the party a bit more, she will just be inviting a small group of her flatmates and myself and Daisy. I asked her what she wanted me to bring along with me, she responded with the same "bring some drinks, maybe a pillow and yourself". I pretended to note this down on my pretend notepad and nodded, smiling back at the camera. She then looked like she had a lightbulb moment, her eyes widening.
"Oh yeah, and one more thing. Bring a camera".
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See you in the next one :D
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[B/S] I (m18) saw my sister (f21) topless and I cannot stop thinking about her tits - (Update - 5)
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‘’You don’t have to go to the bathroom’’.
I heard my sister say as I was walking towards the bathroom using my phone’s flashlight. I had just heard her orgasm really hard a while ago and now I was ready for my own release. Tonight she had been a little louder with her moans and heavy breathing and I could actually hear the rubbing of her skin which was quite fierce at one point.
It stopped me in my tracks.
‘’What?’’, I said nervously.
‘’You don’t have to go to the bathroom. You can do what you want here in your bed, I won’t mind.’’ she said in her normal confident voice.
‘’I can’t pee in my bed now, can I?’’ that’s all I could say nervously and then I rushed to the bathroom. I shut the door behind me and I had no idea what had just happened. ‘’Did she really just ask me to wank in the bed?’’ I was thinking. I just peed which wasn’t even my primary motive to be there. I came out after washing and drying my hands. I walked to my bed, straight under the covers, not saying a word. I felt a fog setting on my brain.
‘’I am sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable’’, I heard my sister say.
‘’You, didn’t. Don’t be silly’’. That’s all I could say.
‘’I know you’ve been going to the bathroom for the past few nights and I just thought you can just do it more comfortably in your bed. It’s not a big deal.‘’ she said in her comforting voice.
‘’So you noticed my bathroom trips?’’ I said.
‘’Of course I did you idiot, you’re not that stealthy.’’
‘’Well, you’re not winning any awards for being stealthy either,’’ I said sarcastically.
‘’All I am saying is that we share a room and we both have needs so you can just do your business in bed. If it helps, you can just imagine that I am not here,’’ she explained.
‘’Do you imagine that I am not here?’’, I asked.
‘’No, I don’t mind you being here,’’ she said without a pause.
‘’Ok, it helps, thanks,’’. I could only mutter this under my breath as I sat there quietly in my bed with my back against the bed headboard.
‘’How much did you hear today?’’ she broke the silence.
‘’More than yesterday. You were a bit louder today,’’ I replied.
‘’Did it make you feel uncomfortable? You can tell if it did and I can be more careful. I do get some time alone in the room before you come up so it won’t be an issue for me,’’ she told me in her soothing voice.
‘’No, I don’t mind. Just make sure that you don’t get too loud that mum hears you,’’ I told her.
‘’She won’t, don’t worry,’’ she assured me.
I couldn’t see her in the dark but I could imagine she would be lying on her back, her arm under her neck and the other arm and hand on her belly and she’d be staring at the ceiling into the darkness. This is how she always talks to me when we chat heart to heart in our beds so I could imagine she’d be doing the same now.
‘’So, are you gonna do it?’’ she asked.
‘’what, now? I am not sure, I will see,’’ I told her.
We both went quiet for a moment and then I said, ‘’I think you should get some sleep’’
‘’yes, I think so too. But remember, I am your older sister. I just want you feel comfortable so do whatever feels comfortable to you. I just felt bad for you for not having any personal space for yourself so I brought this up,’’. She explained and said love you, night.
‘’Love you,’’ I replied.
I had spent earlier that night with my sister in the room. She was doing some chores, organising her wardrobe. She was wearing the same low sides top that she was wearing the other night and the neck was quite low too. She was wearing a red laced bra this time which had perfectly embraced her boobs and her cleavage looked so amazing. Every time she leaned forward, I could see her round boobs dangle right in front of me and she wasn’t really trying to hide it. I love the shape of boobs when girls lean forward like this, they look irresistibly touchable and watching my sister like this was bringing all kind of strange feelings out of me. I just wanted to stand behind her, run my hands under her shirt and grab her dangling tits and squeeze them gently then hard and then even harder.
My sister had said ‘’night’’ about 10 minutes ago and I was still sitting up on my bed thinking about our conversation.
I started to think about her dangling boobs again and within seconds I had a throbbing cock asking for attention.
I had a decision to make. It was almost 2 in the morning now. I really needed to cum and I didn’t want to make it awkward again by going to the bathroom. She’d still know that I am wanking in the bathroom so what’s the difference of doing it here or there, I said to myself. I then pulled my phone out and turned the screen on. I turned the screen towards my sister’s bed to see what she was doing. Her back was turned towards me and covers up to her shoulders. As far as I could tell, she was sleeping. I reduced the brightness of my phone, muted the sound and went to a porn site. I was facing my sister’s bed, resting on my left arm so she couldn’t have seen the phone screen even if she turned around.
I searched the site for a while going through quite a few videos to find a video worthy of a wank and hit play. I later realised that I hadn’t played an incest video which was my go to tag past few nights. I got more and more horny as I watched my favourite parts of the video and then I was ready to proceed. I pulled my cock out and pushed my pjs and the blanket down to my knees as I don’t like the covers getting in the way when I wank. I then started my long awaited wank. I came really hard watching the guy in the video cumming on that woman’s tits. My cum landed on the tissues which I had neatly placed on my bed in the shooting range.
It would be difficult to describe the kind of orgasm that I had. The rush of knowing that my sister was lying in bed just about 6 feet away was too much. Add into this, the fact that she could turn around any moment to watch me wank really kept me going. Even though I had reduced the brightness of my phone, the whole act would still have been visible to her if she had decided to turn around. I came really hard, and gasped for air as I came, my toes actually curled. It had been building up for hours and the release just sent me to the heaven and back. When I came back to my senses, I gathered the tissues which were drenched in my cum and threw them in a small bin next to my bed and minutes later I fell into deep sleep.
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[Step] [Cm/Cf] Me (18m) and my step cousin (18f) are going to visit my sister this weekend at college.
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So my cousin (f18) and I (m18) are going to visit my sister at college this weekend and on Saturday my sister is throwing a party for Valentine’s at her apartment. We both like parties but can sometimes get a bit overwhelmed. If I’m guessing we will probably separate ourselves for a bit and go to my sisters room to chill and relax. I’ve liked my step cousin for years and I wanna do something with her (even if it’s just make out) this weekend but I don’t know how to go about doing it or bringing it up. She likes to ask me for back rubs and massages so I’m not sure if that may be a way for me to make a move. We have also both said to each other we would like to get some action with at least someone this weekend and she even asked me to help pick out an outfit for the party to help make her look good.
Please help!!!
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[F] I think I'm becoming a prostitute, and I'm not sure I'm against the idea...
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It started because one of the dads, who I babysat for, was flirting with me.
I thought he was joking at first, but then he started paying me more money when I babysat.
I figured out that he wanted to have sex with me, and I was kinda okay with it because it was easy money and I kind of have a thing for older guy.
But then he started hinting that other dads might be interested, and I started to feel like a slut in the sens that I'm not sure if I'm against the idea.
I don't know if I should keep doing it with him, and if I should accept to have sex with the others. But part of me is really tempted because it's easy money, and I'm always wet thinking about it.
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[F] I never refuse a BJ on a first date.
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Giving my dates a BJ at the end of the first date has become a habit for me. It's always struck me as a sweet way to express gratitude for a wonderful evening.
A few weeks ago, I went on a date, and as soon as dinner was over and we were in the parking lot, I could already feel my mouth watering. In fact, I did make him a promise to do it for him if we had a good night throughout our chats. My word is my bond. I was genuinely excited to get it out of his pants, see what he was carrying, and taste it. I wasn't at all let down.
I simply allowed him to use my mouth until he was finished and content! I simply continued to swallow it all down while continuing to suck him (I've been told this feels really amazing). I continued sucking on it even after he was finished till he was happy and gave me a thumbs up.
Honestly He probably would have gone all the way with him if he hadn't cum so rapidly.
I quite adore and enjoy doing it, especially if I'm smoking cannabis because I've always had an oral obsession. The want to suck on something only intensifies.
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A gorgeously curvy and amazingly loud girl was my first ever Reddit hookup [MF]
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We decided to first grab a coffee somewhere in east London to see if we vibed. This was my first RAOMD meet, but any nerves I had started to disappear when we met.
She was wearing a red summer dress that hung off her body beautifully. She also had a lovely, warm smile that put me at ease. We had been chatting on Reddit and other apps for a while so I already knew she was as pretty as she had described when she replied to my post and that we would probably get on.
We had a good connection as we chatted about life and London under lockdown. After about thirty minutes she let me know she wanted to go to the next step (we had previously decided if she was comfortable and wanted to come back to mine she could mention mangos aha) and we started walking back to mine.
There was an enjoyable sexual tension during the walk. We chatted but it was all quite superficial as we were both distracted by the thought of what was to come.
When we got to my flat I asked if I could kiss her. She said yes and I pulled her in. She was an excellent kisser (we all know some people aren’t), soft at first but gradually getting harder and occasionally biting my lip. I was happy to bite back.
I led her to the bedroom and asked if she was ready for more (we’d both agreed beforehand that communication was important). I laid her down to the bed and started to slowly undress her, undoing her dress to reveal beautiful, silky and purple underwear that I’d chosen for her earlier in the day (the fact she let me choose was also so hot).
I kissed down her neck and to her supple breasts, sliding off her bra to kiss and suck her pierced nipples. She’d started to moan and pull my hair which was such a turn on.
I worked slowly further down her body. Drawing shapes with my fingers and softly kissing and biting her radiant, dark skin, making her tense and shiver. I reached her thighs and teased her by taking my time, before hovering over her underwear and looking into her eyes and smiling before kissing her through the fabric. I could already taste how wet she was and another moan escaped her lips as she felt my tongue for the first time. I slowly moved the underwear to one side so I could taste her properly, licking slowly and deeply. She tasted absolutely divine, sweet and sticky, and was already dripping wet.
I slipped her underwear completely off and started to lick harder and deeper, drawing shapes with my tongue. She’d warned me she was loud and wow, she wasn’t lying. She moaned beautifully and vocally, telling me what felt good and what to keep doing. There’s no way my neighbours didn’t hear us, but I absolutely loved it. She got louder and louder throughout, gasping and screaming at times as she writhed on the bed, gripped my hair and squeezed my head, which I LOVE when I’m going down on a girl and it turned me on so much.
I moved to her clit and started to suck, lick and kiss as I explored her gorgeous body with my hands, which pushed her up another level. She came once after about five minutes but had told me she can find it easy to cum a lot in one session, so I kept going. I could taste her on my tongue and she kept getting louder the more she came. She would tense and shake as she contorted her body into a series of beautiful shapes as the waves of pleasure coursed through her.
Eventually I moved back up her gorgeous body and kissed her so she could taste herself off my lips. I’d told her reciprocation wasn’t needed but she offered to go down on me and fuck she looked so good with my cock in her mouth. Her soft lips felt incredible, she had amazing technique and she managed to take all of me which not many girls can do. Her tongue swirling around the head as she bobbed her head and sucked hard felt absolutely divine. When she started doing that it pushed me over the edge quickly and made me cum hard.
This was a little while ago (apologies for my tardiness in writing this A) when the weather was very warm, so we lay in bed recovering for a while and chatted before having a few more rounds. She came a few more times (her recovery time is amazing!) and kept being so vocal and so energetic and so much fun to go down on. I asked if she wanted to sit on my face and she countered with the suggestion of a 69 and I was not going to say no.
Holding her above me and tasting her as she dripped down into my mouth was amazing, and then having her moaning loudly but the sounds muffled on my cock in her mouth was just the hottest sound. We kept pushing each other, me licking her clit harder and her sucking and bobbing on my cock felt absolutely divine until we came again.
Afterwards we both admitted we were a bit shocked that we’d just had a RAOMD meet, but also agreed that it was a successful one. We still chat and she’s a gorgeous, intelligent girl who might be the most fun person to go down on I’ve experienced.
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[F/d] My dad spanked me and it was VERY hot! - Update
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After the playful "spanking" I got from my dad that I talked about last post, I can't get this out of my head. I masturbated thinking of it and fantasizing about more.
I think a disclaimer is needed here. I'm not sure if my situation even belongs in an incest-related subreddit. I know that my fetish for this is very sexual, but there is a difference between wanting to be spanked by your dad and wanting to have sex with your dad. I definitely have no interest in the latter.
Yes, I know I could possibly find a partner who is into this too, but there's something special about a spanking from my actual father rather than some unrelated guy who wants me to call him "Daddy". It's not roleplaying if it's totally for real. So I guess maybe this is pretty incestuous.
Anyway, the topic came up again with my dad. Today, I intentionally wore my sluttiest booty shorts. I wanted him to notice my butt.
I brought up our previous heated discussion about Star Wars again. No, I won't specify what exactly we were arguing about because I KNOW it will derail the comments, and I don't want to get bogged down with fan theories.
Anyway, I said "You know I'm right. Are you going to spank me again for it?" He actually apologized, which is definitely NOT the reaction I was hoping for. He said he shouldn't have done that.
I assured him that it was totally OK. I told him that I actually thought it was funny (more like I thought it was insanely erotic...).
I then asked him why he and my mom (they are no longer together) stopped spanking me when I was in my teens. It was mostly my mom who spanked but he did too on occasion.
He said that I had gotten to the age where it was becoming inappropriate to do that to me. Well duh... Being spanked back then is probably what caused me to develop such an intense fetish for it now. So this is kind of all their fault.
Anyway, I said it's fine since he's my dad and it's kind of his job to do that sort of thing. I said that if he ever felt like I needed it, I would still accept that from him.
I think I might have pushed the topic too far because he seemed to become uncomfortable. He found an excuse to end the conversation and leave the room.
To be clear, what I fantasize about isn't spanking as some sort of foreplay or light stimulus. I want to have my ass beaten for real, and I don't want a safe word or any choice in the matter. I want the real thing, not something that is just playing around.
Does anyone have any advice for how I should bring this topic up again?
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Good Girl [F21/M24] [Toys] [Dirty Talk] [Fingering] [Work Sex]
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“Go ahead and take those panties off for me. Put them in your purse.”
“I’m not taking off my panties,” Erin hissed into her phone. “I told you I have a conference call in five minutes.”
“A video conference,” I replied grinning. “You’re the one talking about how you want to fuck me right now, but the minute I respond, you back away.”
“I’m not backing away,” she said, pulling her dark hair up into a semi-neat ponytail. “All I was reminding you of was the time constraints.” She stole a look around for anyone looking in her direction on her floor of the office. Satisfied, she set the phone down while she stood, easily slipping underneath her skirt. Erin grabbed her black, soft underwear,and pulled them down so that she could step out of them.
“They’re off.”
“Send me proof,”
She sighed playfully as she picked up her phone and took one shot of her panties on the floor and a second shot of her panties in her purse.
“Good girl.”
“You have 2 and a half minutes to make this good,” she smirked as she sat back down.
“Oh, I’m not ready to start yet girl. I want you to leave your phone open in front of you. I'm going to say nasty shit to you the whole time.” I could almost hear her lick her lips after I said that.
“That’s going to make my clit throb,” Erin moaned. “It’ll be so hard to be on camera… and in the middle of my job soaking, fucking wet.
“I’m going to make you want to touch yourself in the middle of your call.”
“Oh fuck, I can’t do that. Please don’t do that,” she answered, half-joking.
“You better get that camera on.” I said, hanging up.
She glanced at the time and saw she needed to be logged on soon. She tried to compose herself, taking a deep breath and smoothing her skirt down. She then clicked the mouse twice and turned on her camera and mic. Five other people in different chat windows popped up on her screen. Erin’s phone screen lit up and she was able to read the text preview:
M: Now where were we?
She tapped it open as another text came in:
M: Oh that’s right. You wanted to get fucked.”
Erin waved and said hello to everyone on the call, promptly hitting mute. She quickly texted back.
E: I fucking hate you. We’re trying to talk about this community event and all I can think about is you wrapping my hair around your hand so you fuck my throat.
Now it was my turn to try to compose myself. I leaned back into my chair and let a hand rest on my growing hard-on.
M: How much do you wish you were gagging on my cock instead of sitting on that meeting right now?
E: So fucking much. I’m salivating at the thought of you in my mouth.
She went back to trying to keep her full attention on her meeting. A few nods and smiles later, her phone lit up again. She ignored it and tried to focus on what her colleague was saying. Her phone screen lit up again. And every 1 to 3 minutes after.
She unlocked her phone and was greeted by a video of me stroking my dick for her.
E: I could watch you do that all day.
She could feel her nipples getting hard and her clit resumed its earlier throbbing. She looked back up at her meeting and smiled; Erin appeared as if she was giving them her full attention but she was able to read and respond with her phone just below the monitor. Her gaze fell back down to my moans and visuals from jerking myself for her.
E: I’m jealous that you’re so hard and I’m not there to take advantage.
I had put myself away to focus fully on continuing to tease the shit out of her.
M: I just have great inspirations.
E: Oh? What inspirations are you talking about?
M: The way you swirl your tongue around the top of my dick.
How you moan deeply every time I rub your nipples between my fingers, roughly or softly.
How your skin always smells so good and I want to put my mouth all over you.
Fuck, your moans period. You could just pretend to moan and say my name a few times and I could cum for you.
Erin unmuted her conference call to respond to a question, but I was making it really hard for her to keep a straight face. She remembered to mute herself again before turning on her own video camera.
I opened the video and could see her face, her monitor reflecting in her glasses. She bit her lip and briefly looked down at the lens.
“I want you to fuck me so hard baby. You’re making me crazy.” Erin moaned as the video ended.
My dick seemed to get harder. I returned fire.
M: Maybe I should drive over there. Move that chair, get on my knees and start teasing your lips as I push your skirt around your waist. Do you think they’d notice you’re getting eaten out on your call?
Erin put on her best pretend smile again but she squeezed her thighs tightly, the squeeze just enough to get some friction against her clit. But it wasn’t enough.
E: OMG, I want to touch myself so bad.
M: Then what are you waiting for?
E: I can’t, I won’t be able to control myself.
M: Then start slow.
Erin adjusted her glasses and unmuted to say her piece about the event when she heard her name. Everyone seemed to be their usual video conference call selves; feigning interest and trying to listen enough for when it was their turn to speak. Surely, none of them could tell she was so wet that she was leaving a small spot on her chair. Erin answered a question and when the meeting organizer seemed satisfied, she moved on to the next piece of the meeting and she was able to mute again.
Erin took her left hand and used it to adjust her skirt, squirming a bit until she was able to pull it completely away from her legs and thighs. With the skirt forming a dark ring in her chair, she adjusted again so that her pussy was closer to the edge of the chair. She rolled her eyes and smiled at the camera embarrassed, hoping that no one realized she wasn’t adjusting in her seat for normal reasons.
She grinded her clit into her leather chair and closed her eyes but snapped them back open.
E: You have me rubbing my clit against my chair.
M: I wish it was rubbing against my tongue. Do you think your coworkers want to know how much you love having your clit sucked?
Erin pushed into the chair again but kept her eyes open this time. Her middle finger slid over her shaven mound and gently touched her swollen clit.
E: Okay, you win. My finger’s on my clit.
She looked down, eager for his response. Instead, minutes passed and she heard her name again. Erin unmuted and responded but her finger continued to lightly tap her clit. The next few minutes were a blur as she held a conversation with multiple coworkers, all while touching herself. And still, her phone said no new messages.
Her shoulders slumped and she brought her hand back to the desk. Erin again smiled and nodded as she was able to fully concentrate on her call again. The meeting coordinator started recapping the meeting, a clear signal she was wrapping up. Her phone flashed to life while she was in the middle of answering a follow up question to what she was doing for the event. She finished her thought, muted, and quickly unlocked her screen.
Her jaw dropped.
It was a brief drop, as she quickly closed her mouth to not draw any attention from the conference call. She looked down at her screen again and that same ache from her pussy started again.
A few weekends ago, we had pulled into an empty movie theater parking lot after she kept grabbing my dick on the way to get coffee. I made Erin take her pants off and mount me in the driver’s seat. I wrapped my left hand around her ass and filmed us with my right.
Erin was watching her first orgasm. She had dug her fingers into my shoulders.
“I’m going to fucking cum baby, oh fuck!” she moaned. She was grinding her hips into me hard, trying to get every bit of my dick inside her. Erin turned her face to the camera and closed her eyes as her mouth fell open.
The video ended. Erin realized her eyes were completely off the monitor for the length of the clip. She looked back into her webcam and scanned the screen. No one seemed to have noticed.
The meeting coordinator said her goodbyes and thanked everyone for their time and attention. With the meeting safely closed, Erin stood and smoothed her skirt back down. She picked up her phone, exited her office, and headed for the communal bathroom down the hallway. Once inside, she locked the door behind her and turned on the sink.
She lifted her skirt and flashed her bare pussy at the mirror, taking a quick selfie of the scene. Erin sent the photo back with a caption:
H: I almost completely forgot that you filmed us in the car. I'm so wet for you right now.
M: Show me.
It was my turn to wait with anticipation. Thankfully, this wait was only a few minutes. I opened up Erin’s video to see her sliding two fingers in and out of herself. Every time she pulled her fingers out, a long line of grool would follow.
I squeezed my cock again through my pants. Another video was waiting as the previous one finished.
This one gave me a perfect view of Erin’s pussy and her cute asshole. She must have squatted on top of the toilet seat in order to take it. Those same two fingers pushed deep into her pussy, and despite the water running, I could hear an audible moan escape her lips.
M: I'd love to watch you fuck yourself while I tease your ass sometime.
E: You can never keep your cock out of me long enough to do anything like that.
M: Still doesn't mean I wouldn't try.
She sent me another video. Her skirt was back in place but she now had lifted her top to show me her tits. They were a great size and perky, just a little more than a handful. In the video, Erin cupped her right breast and then squeezed her nipple tightly. She closed her eyes and bit her lip again as the video ended.
E: That's all for now. I have to get back to work.
M: You're going to have to repeat that move for me later as I come all over those.
E: Can't wait.
She went back to work, trying to focus on what she wanted to get done the rest of the day. Erin glanced every now and then at her phone but I had listened and hadn't added any more to the conversation.
That didn't stop her from still rubbing her bare pussy against her chair a few more times for the next 90 minutes.
As the clock reached 5, Erin sent one last email, and then clocked out for the day. She didn't know exactly where I was by now but she was still more than ready to have me inside of her.
Erin walked out of the building with a coworker and they parted ways to go to their individual vehicles. As she started her vehicle, I pulled up beside her.
"Hey," she smiled. I practically leapt out of my car and pulled on her back door handle behind the driver's seat.
"Unlock your doors," I ordered.
"Why are you getting in the back?" Erin asked. She opened her doors with a thunk.
I closed the door behind me and reached across the passenger seat to relock the doors.
"Again, why are you in the back seat?"
"Pull your skirt up and spread your legs."
"My boss is still in there," Erin protested. She still did as she was told.
A familiar buzzing filled the car. I had grabbed one of her battery operated wands that she had left at my place.
"Take your bra off."
"I never put it back on after the bathroom."
"Good girl. Play with your nipples and stare right at the door." I touched her clit with the wand and she almost came out of her seat.
"Fuck! We're going to get caught." Erin spread her legs wider.
"Pinch those nipples," I reminded her. I had managed to lean over Erin’s seat so that my head was slightly above her right shoulder and I could reach between her legs with the wand. I had a neck down view and I was loving it.
Her right hand instinctively wrapped around my face. Her left made small circles around her nipple underneath her shirt.
Someone exited her building and immediately looked straight inside her car.
"Wave and smile."
"I fucking hate you," she panted. Erin gave the man a half-hearted wave which he returned. He then headed towards the front of the building to his car.
"You're being such a good listener today," I whispered into her ear. I pulled back the wand and sat it on the passenger seat. My hand didn't leave her wanting for long as I found her clit and started rubbing circles.
"Don't you fucking stop," Erin growled. She was squeezing her nipple hard between her fingers and her hand now. "I've been waiting to cum for hours."
"You waited for me?" I asked moving my hand back. "I'm touched."
"Fuck you," she said breathlessly. Her wand came back to life and I brought it back between her legs.
"Good girl," I praised her. Erin’s hand flew away from my face and gripped her steering wheel. Her left forearm was against her window. I could feel her grinding down into the wand.
"Fuck!" she yelled as she finally was released from the hours of teasing. Her body continued to convulse around her wand and she finally had to push it away as she became too sensitive.
As Erin pushed through the end of her orgasm, I pulled myself back, unlocked the back door and swung myself out of her car. I watched from her window as she slowly got control of herself. Several seconds later, her window rolled down.
Erin looked up at me, her ponytail now completely messy and her face covered with sweat beads from coming.
"That was incredible."
"I'm glad you liked it." I opened my car door and looked back at her. "Let me know what you're doing later. I still want to cum all over those tits."
She smiled at me as I started my car, backed out and started driving to leave her job. My phone got a new text message right before I pulled out into traffic.
E: Give me an hour and you can face fuck me against your front door.
M: How could I say no to that?
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[F21] I made out with a friend of mine while my best friend watched
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It’s my best friend’s birthday soon and a couple of us went out for drinks to celebrate.
Me and one of my girls got super drunk. Like way way past the point of no return drunk. When you mix us with alcohol you get a couple of horny bitches, and we talked each other into letting my best friend fuck us together as an early birthday present.
I went over to him while he was surrounded by a bunch of his friends and said I had to steal him away for a minute. I took him outside and slid my thong off and handed it to him. “Keep it for later” I said, then I put my hands round him and gave him a kiss on the cheek and a wink and went back inside. I spent the rest of the night looking over at him giving him signs I want fucked later and he was loving it.
When it got to closing time my friend and I told him we wanted to make his night so the two of us went home with him and it got spicy.
He wanted to watch us make out with each other, we said anything for the birthday boy and started kissing. Then I asked him to eat us out and I got wet. We bent over the edge of his bed and he took turns making us cum and the best part about him is he MAKES SURE you cum. I love it. We also got down and sucked his dick together and made him call us the best girls ever. After that he fucked us. First in doggy while we held hands and then we took turns on top of him.
He finished inside my friend and it was probably the dirtiest moment of my life when I got down and licked it out, but it doesn’t stop there. I made out with her with his cum in my mouth and swallowed. I went back down and sucked his dick clean and gave it a kiss. Afterward we all fell asleep on his bed.
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[B/s] In Love With My Sister (Happy Near Year
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Hey everyone,
I'm just dropping this update to say that my sister and I are still going strong, currently writing this at a buddy's place on the couch so I'm going to be short and quick with things but I'll probably edit it or make a second update later tonight. Considering I've been smoking bud all night probably doesn't make it a bright idea but whatever, don't think anyone will see me write this out.
I talked with my sister since the last little venting I had on here, think it made things stronger between us, of course, she felt the same but we both agreed we couldn't go that far even if we both wanted it to go farther than that. We both have too much invested into this town as individuals so we could never move away and leave everything behind so that isn't an option for either of us.
God, I love her though, wish things could be different but I'll enjoy the moments when everything is going great, like right now. Watching her drunkenly dance around with her friends in the living room, probably shouldn't let her drink much more, hahaha.
Besides, we're both happy, no reason to rush anything, we're still young, with plenty more years left ahead of us, who knows what'll happen.
Wish you guys could see her right now though, she's the biggest dork in the world but she doesn't have a care in the world, she's shy when it's pointed out but if it's not she'll do whatever she wants, the smile she has on her face, the black dress she's wearing, just glad she was remembered to take the heels off, though I usually get stuck with carrying her at the end of nights like this anyway but if she's happy then it's worth it all.
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Should probably finish this up here and join in, don't want to be on my phone too long.
Have a great New Year everyone.
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[M/S] I am very attracted to my sons. Update 427. Rub up against your mother.
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For as long as I can remember, Patrick has always stared at my ass. He especially likes when it is encased in sheer, tight-fitting leggings. And like most ladies, I do enjoy the attention it can bring. If we are out somewhere I purposely walk in front of him and at home, I will stretch and move it in ways to make my big muscular ass a focal point.
A couple of hours ago, I was hanging laundry outside in the warm air and could feel my older boy's eyes on me through the glass door. I squeezed it as I stood and wiggled it while bent over, knowing he was watching and becoming aroused. As I turned to walk into the house, he pretended not to notice.
On the countertop my phone began to ring and, upon seeing it was my older sister, I answered. Patrick was standing against the wall pretending to look at his phone. My sister was talking, and I backed up slowly until I was pressed against Patrick.
The solid bulge in his jeans pressed into my ass and I gently swayed back and forth, backing hard against him. Casually conversing, I knew I was making my older son crazy. I lifted my elbows, and his hands groped my tits. As I carried on a normal conversation, my older boy rubbed against me and squeezed my breasts.
The problem was, I was feeling teasy.
After a few minutes, my sister and I said goodbye. I stepped away from Patrick, smiled and asked "Do you want anything from the market?" Then walked away and left to run errands.
He knows I will let him have as much of me as he wants later.
**My sons are 27 and 22. Please do not try to project your fantasies on me. Go outside and find a girlfriend.**
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[F/D] The second time with my eldest daughter (+ other little updates)
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Just an update letting people who follow me and my story know, that me and my daughter have had sex for a second time now. It happened very much like the first time, only we were both a lot more comfortable and got down doing intercourse a lot sooner than the first time.
Also, I don’t think I have mentioned this previously but moments after me and my eldest had sex for the first time we told her younger brother and sister it happened so they’re fully aware of it. Both are supportive of it under the circumstances that it’s only fun, which it is just that.
This morning, when me and my eldest had finished drinking our coffees, she sat on my lap and put her arm around me which lead us to sharing a kiss before she took both our empty coffee mugs in the kitchen to clean them up, as I headed up stairs to get ready for work.
Now, I’m not sure what she has planned for our morning coffee and chats. Whether she decides to keep it at that, slow it down and take a step back or proceed and take it a little further leading it into something bigger than a small event.
My wife comes home from work tomorrow night so I guess we’ll see what happens between me and my eldest tomorrow.
As for the weekend, I plan to pick my wife brain a little to see if she already figured out what’s happening, and if she hasn’t I’ll drop some more hints to somehow make the conversation, of the rest of ours incest activities, come around naturally.
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22F The toy and I console each other at midnight
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I was nervous yet excited as I unwrapped my newly purchased dildo. Even if it's not the first time I've opened it. I shuddered when my arm touched its bulging veins. I turned on the vibrating feature and tested it against my hand, feeling a mix of thrill and apprehension.
I decided to set the mood by dimming the lights and lighting some scented candles. I laid back on my bed and slowly inserted the dildo, feeling a wave of pleasure as it filled me up. I switched on the thrusting and swinging features, allowing the toy to move in and out of me at a steady pace. Soon I heard running water.
As I grew more comfortable with the sensations, I reached for the remote control and increased the vibration intensity, moaning softly as the pleasure intensified. The intelligent heating feature added a new dimension of pleasure, making me feel like I was being penetrated by a real penis.
With my free hands, I explored my body, touching and squeezing my breasts and pinching my nipples. The hands-free feature allowed me to focus on my pleasure without having to hold the dildo in place.
As I reached orgasm, my body convulsed with pleasure and I let out a loud moan. I lay there panting, feeling fulfilled and satisfied. Using the dildo had been a liberating experience, allowing me to explore my body and indulge in my deepest desires.
The experience was more than just physical, it was an emotional journey of self-discovery and self-acceptance. I had learned that there was nothing shameful or taboo about exploring my sexuality and embracing my desires.
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[M/S] Sudden attraction to my (F46) two youngest sons (M20 & 18)
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Hi readers,
I've been lurking for some days now and was a bit reluctant to post anything myself on here, but I guess I'm doing this. I can't believe that I'm posting here, but I have to share my story in some way, and this seemed like the best place for it. I don't really have anyone else in my life to share this with. English isn't my native language so if there are some grammar mistakes, that's why. I'm not a writer and have never really written in a journal or something like that, so this is all new for me.
I am a 46 year old mother of three boys. You can call me Baby, though that's clearly not my real name. My eldest is 23, my second born is 20 and the youngest is 18. Their father and I seperated when my youngest was 5. My ex and I have a pretty friendly relationship. He lives abroad though (with his shiny, new family), so my sons rarely see their father, except via Skype or Facetime and during some of the summers. I was in a long term relationship (almost 6 years) but we broke up about two years ago and I've been single ever since.
Before the pandemic started my eldest son lived in an appartment near his university with a friend of his. However, during the start of the pandemic he moved back home. Since most of his classes were online and he was able to do a lot of his work from home, that also worked out. He plans to move back out again eventually but he hasn't been able to find a new place so he still lives with me now. I also think he likes having his family around.
My two younger sons are also still in school and still live at home. Both of them have jobs that keep them busy as well. I love having all of my sons around. I like a full, busy household, it's what I'm used to. It was a bit challenging during the pandemic because I also had to work from home most days, but we managed to find a rhythm that works.
So, this all started a week or so ago. My two younger sons and I were watching some teen comedy movie (I'm blanking on the title). They know that I hate watching movies alone so they offered to watch one with me. My youngest picked the movie.
My eldest son, who is an avid gamer, had made plans to play some games online with a friend, so he was in his room. We were watching that movie and there was this scene where the lead actor took his shirt off. My sons always acts a bit embarrassed and funny when I comment on men I think are cute, so as a joke I told them that the lead actor was pretty hot, I liked his abs and that I ''would mind licking them''. My youngest son responded with the usual ''ugh don't be weird mom'' and told me I could be the actor's mother (which was kind of depressing haha), but my middle son kinda suprised me by saying that the actor's muscles weren't that impressive. And then he stood up and lifted his shirt to show me his own stomach.
Now, some more backstory first: around a year or so ago my sons decided they wanted to spend their remaining time in lockdown working out and getting healthy. As their mother I could only encourage them. They bought some weight and started their daily workouts every morning. They also went to the gym in our appartment building most evenings. My eldest sons cooks most days since he moved back, so we had a lot of healthy meals this last year. I'm really quite proud of them for sticking with it and being so dedicated. However, while I did notice them getting bigger (their arms especially), I hadn't really seen them without their shirts on. They always changed in their rooms and locked the doors of the bathroom so I didn't really see them undressed. I do the same thing myself. For some reason I still thought their bodies looked the same as they did when they were younger. I guess I just hadn't thought too much about it.
Anyway, my middle son lifted his shirt and I was pretty stunned. Like, he had some really impressive abs that he really did not have before. Honestly they were very similar to the abs of the actor in the movie. My sons were always pretty skinny before so I was a bit stunned. My middle son must have noticed how surprised I was because I could swear he flexed his abs a bit harder before he dropped his shirt. And then he flexed his biceps, which admittedly also looked great.
I composed myself really quickly and complimented him and told him he looked great. But then he told me that I ''should see what \[my younger son\] looked like''. I couldn't keep my big mouth shut and told my sons he now ''had to show me'', so my middle son pulled his brother up to stand beside him. My youngest son was a bit hesistant (I noticed) so I told him he didn't have to and that my sons were 'being silly'. However, before I knew it both boys had taken their shirt off and were standing before me. And my middle son was right, my younger son's body did look incredible. Must be because he's younger or something because he legit looked like a lean bodybuilder hahaha.
They then proceeded to do some funny bodybuilder poses where they flexed their muscles. They both wore shorts so they also flexed their legs. It was funny and lighthearted. I obviously complimented them, but tried to pass it off as being proud as their mom (which I was), but I was a bit alarmed to notice that I was also a bit turned on and I think at least my middle son noticed that I was getting a bit flustered. I always kinda had a thing for guys with nice bodies (my previous boyfriend was a personal trainer actually) so it was an... interesting experience for me to see those type of bodies on my little boys. I was so proud to see them grow up but also realized that felt some sexual attraction. With my big mouth I joked that they looked good and should just never wear shirts because it would be sad to cover those muscles up. I was kidding, but also not really hahaha.
Then my middle son then asked if I also ''wanted to lick'' his abs and he winked at me. His brother then said I could also lick his if I wanted to and then flexed. They clearly meant it as a joke, but it also looked a bit like my middle son was daring me to do it. I quickly laughed it off and said he was being silly and that they should both sit down and continue the movie. Both of them then proceeded to sit down, with their shirts still off. This is quite unusual since, like I said before, they never really walk around shirtless in the house. So there I was, sitting between two shirtless guys, my sons.
Then during the movie, my middle son suddenly grabbed my hand and held it for a few seconds. Now this wasn't that weird, it's something he used to do when he was younger, when he was excited or scared by something in the movie. We were watching a comedy though so I don't think there was much to scare him hahaha. He then proceeded to put my hand on his stomach. I could feel him flex his abs. I didnt look at him directly but out of the corner of my eye I could see that he was still looking at the movie and it seemed like he did it unconciously. And this is probably bad but I didn't immediately remove my hand. Instead I let my hand rest there for a few minutes and even kind of... petted his abs a bit. I saw him laugh at that, though he still didn't look at me. But that confirmed for me that he knew what he was doing. His grin told me as much. I quickly removed my hand and tried not to think too much about it (clearly I failed). Halfway through the movie my youngest son put his shirt on again, but my middle son didn't.
Then the next morning my oldest son was making breakfast and my two youngest sons came in, and my middle son was shirtless. My oldest son joked about him having no clean shirts to wear but the little shit then proceeded to tell my eldest son that ''I liked their muscles and told them not to cover it up''. I sputtered that that wasn't necessarily true, but all three of them laughed and we just carried on with breakfast.
In the week since I've noticed that my two youngest sons have started being more and more shirtless around me, especially my middle son. He's practically always shirtless and only seems to wear a shirt sometimes when his brother is around. My youngest goes shirtless a lot less than his older brother but it's definitely more than before. Before they always used to wear shorts or sweatpants with shirts.
I've also been caught looking at my middle son once (he asked me if I ''liked what I saw'') so I try not to check them out too much. I feel like I'm failing though.
My oldest son keeps himself covered up, though I'm also a bit curious what he looks like without the shirt. I'm not gonna ask him though.
However, I think it's clear that at least my middle son likes showing off for me and that my youngest son also doesn't mind. They seem to have figured out so easily that I like it, even though I've tried to keep it hidden. On one hand I feel a bit bad that I enjoy having two shirtless, ripped guys walk around the house that I feel attracted to, because they're *my sons*, but on the other hand I feel like it's not too bad, since it clearly makes them feel confident. Which is all I would want for them as their mother.
Anyway, I kinda have to go now so this is where I leave you all. I know this isn't the most sexual or crazy story compared to some of the other stories here I've seen, but I still wanted to share it since it's something... unusual that's happening in my household.
XOXO
Baby Blue
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[F20/M19] [Femdom] School Project with my sexy nemesis
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*** I'm not an experiencied writer, it's not even my hobby, but I wanted to share fantasies that I think are worth to share. Also english is not my first language so I apologize for possible grammatical errors, this is still a WIP. Also, advise is welcome, I'd really like to polish this story. Hope you enjoy ***
It's a quiet day, but the situation I find myself in could be better. I have to make a informational poster on the anatomy of the female reproductive system for an introductory anatomy class. So far, everything is quite normal, maybe a little embarrassing for me, but nothing serious; the problem is the fact that it's a pair activity, and my teammate is *sigh* Danielle.
We are both first semester college students, and I think that being the minimum age of majority we should be mature enough to work in a team, but I can't stand her attitude towards me.
Danielle is a beautiful girl, I can't deny it. She is not very tall, about 5' 5", has a slim build, but is quite thick. She has white, almost pale skin, light brown hair, and a beautiful smile that shows off the braces she is wearing very well. and that she shows every day in class every time she laughs. And even being so beautiful, I can't ignore the way she treats me.
Every time I run into her in the corridors of the university she looks me up and down, and ends up looking me in the eyes with a face of revulsion. Even when I talk to her, she ends up making fun of me for whatever reason. That is why when the teacher assigned the work teams and mentioned both of us, neither of us was happy. She walked over to my seat.
"I think you should have figured out by now that I don't like you, so we'll make this quick and easy. I know you live alone in an apartment, I'll buy the materials to make the sign and you set up the venue. I'll see you today at 5 o'clock, capiche?"
As always, her attitude annoyed me. Why does she think she can plan everything on her own like that? And above all, why does she assume that she can just take the apartment where I live and plan to do the work there just because she says so? I mean, I have things to do too... Not really, I'm quite an introvert and spend my time playing video games, but that doesn't give her the right to assume that she can use my time at will! Anyway, I didn't want to complicate things further and agreed.
"You don't even know the address of my apartment"
So she said.
"You don't have to state the obvious, just give me the address, dumbass"
I didn't want to argue, so I just wrote the address on a piece of paper and gave it to her. She just looked at my angry face, she looked me right in the eyes with her beautiful green eyes, with a smirk on her face. She turned around laughing because she knows she managed to piss me off and left.
Classes ended that day and I went home. Time passed and Danielle did not arrive, I was very upset because I thought she had left me alone and I would have to do everything on my own. At 6 pm I decided to go buy the materials to finish the job by myself, when Danielle appeared.
"You're an hour late" I told her.
"Stop being a cry baby and let's get this over with" She replied.
She entered the apartment leaving me hanging on the door.
"Sure, you can come in" I told her sarcastically.
Shw went straight into the living room, stretched out on the couch, kicked her feet up on the coffee table, and turned on the television. I stared at her visibly annoyed.
"I brought you the materials, what are you waiting for to start making the poster?" She told me.
I grumbled and didn't say anything. I just wanted to finish it as soon as possible so that she would get the hell out of my apartment.
I taped the piece of paper to the wall and began to write down the information. It was time to draw the vagina and highlight the main parts of it. I was struggling to draw it since I'm not very good at drawing. She looked up from the television just to see what I was doing. She burst out laughing.
"What the fuck is that? Didn't you learn to color within the lines in kindergarten? It's amazing that you can't do something that simple. Step aside, I'll show you how it's done" She told me.
I sat on the sofa and she began to draw. To be fair, she didn't draw badly at all. Halfway through the drawing she turned around and showed me her progress.
"Look at this, this is how you draw a picture. Was that shit I erased supposed to be a vagina? You've obviously never seen a real one you fucking virgin" She said.
I got upset, I got up from my seat.
"What's your problem? You always find a way to annoy me every time you speak to me" I said.
"So it's true, you're still a virgin. You've never really seen a girl's pussy" She told me.
I was embarrassed by the way she said it, I felt very uncomfortable and I couldn't help but blush.
"Are you really embarrassed because I said the word pussy? You must grow up fucking weirdo" She said.
"Just shut up and finish the drawing" I replied.
I sat back on the sofa, she turned around and continued drawing.
Danielle may be annoying, but that doesn't take away from the fact that she has a very sexy body. She was wearing skinny jeans, and a pair of tall brown boots with a thick platform.
She squatted down to finish the details at the bottom of the poster, and the tight jeans she was wearing showed off her big, round ass. Her pants dropped a little revealing the thread of a red thong that she was wearing. I stared blankly and she somehow noticed. She turned around.
"What the hell are you looking at?" She told me.
I panicked. I quickly averted my gaze to the poster.
"You're messing up the drawing. Your jacket sleeves are blurring it," I told her.
"Shut up" she answered me.
Danielle turned in profile and took off her jacket. As she took it off I watched in awe as she uncovered her torso. She was wearing a tight blouse that highlighted her breasts and showed a bit of her belly. She doesn't have big boobs, but they aren't small either; they are firm, and just the right size to fit in the palm of a hand. She noticed me looking at her and threw her jacket to my face.
"Stop staring at me. You really are a freak" She told me.
Her jacket smelled so good. How can a bitch like her be so sexy?
She finished the drawing and walked away from the poster.
"There you have it. Do you expect me to do all the work? Finish the rest" She told me.
She tossed me a marker on the couch and I got up to finish writing the missing parts. She went to her handbag and took out a blunt, carried it into the kitchen, put it in her mouth and bent down to light it on the stove. I walked over to her and took the blunt off her mouth.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing? You're not with your junkie friends, you'll get me in trouble with the neighbors" I told her.
She blew smoke in my face.
"You really are a loser and boring. Who do you think you are to take my stuff? Give it back" She told me.
I lifted it up to where she couldn't reach it. I'm quite tall compared to her, so she couldn't reach it. She punched me hard in the ribs, and I grunted at the pain her punch caused me and backed away.
"I'm not going to give it to you, I won't let you smoke in my apartment" I said.
She pounced on me and we began to struggle. We made it to the living room and she pushed me, causing me to trip over the coffee table and fall to the floor.
I put my hands on the ground, raised my back a little and told her.
"You're a bitch"
She picked up her blunt from the floor and put it back in her handbag. She looked down at me with her arms crossed.
"You got knocked down by a 5' 5" girl, you're a fucking weakling" She told me.
"Stop teasing me" I replied
"In addition to being a weakling, you are a coward, you wouldn't dare to hit me" She told me.
When I tried to get up she put her sturdy boot on my chest and pressed my back to the ground again. She leaned down and put her face in front of mine.
"If you touch my stuff again I'm going to break your face" She told me.
She crouched down so that I could see her breasts through the collar of her blouse, she placed her palm on my face and stood up with her boot still on my chest. She took her boot off my chest and stepped back a bit, when suddenly…
"What the...? Do you even have a boner? You're kidding right?" She told me, and let out a small laugh. "It turned you on that I stepped on you with my boot? It can't be true"
"It's not true, you're…" I told her when she cut me off by putting her boot back on my chest.
"Shut your mouth" she told me.
She turned to see my lump and it stung.
"So you're that kind of man... I can't believe how pathetic you are" She told me pretentiously.
I couldn't hide that I liked it. She has a great figure and she was all over me, I could see all her curves. I didn't know I have a fetish like that...
"You saw it, right?" She said.
"I don't know what you're talking about" I replied.
"You saw my underwear a while ago" She let out a small laugh "You're too obvious" She told me.
"And what did you expect? I can't believe you wear those whore clothes to school" I answered with the intention of annoying her.
Danielle blushed, reached down and put her hand on my face squeezing my cheeks.
"I can dress however I want. I'm not going to let you humiliate me like that" she told me visibly annoyed.
She knelt down beside me, unbuttoned my pants and let out my erect penis.
"Look at you, you're hard because a girl is stepping on you. What could be more humiliating than this?" She told me.
She got up, slowly unzipped her right boot, took off her sock and put it on my nose.
“I'm making you sniff my sock, there's no way you can like this.” She told me with a smirk on her face.
I was stunned, I couldn't believe what was happening. She has always seemed very sexy to me, and she just took my dick out of my pants, of course that turns me on. When she made me smell her sock I got hornier, and my penis throbbed once more.
"My God, you really like something like that" she told me with a smug tone.
She got up, threw away her sock and showed me the sole of her foot.
"Are you also one of those men who likes feet? You look even more disgusting to me every time" She told me.
She plopped down on the couch, took off her other boot and sock, and lifted her legs, putting the soles of her feet hovering over my face.
"How can you like this? They are feet, they sweat, they are dirty. You really are a fucking pervert" She told me.
She got up from the sofa, stood over me leaving me between her legs and opened them letting me see her camel toe.
"It's so funny to see your pathetic reactions. You are so lacking in female affection that you settle for so little" she told me smugly.
I was very horny. I was breathing heavily and felt like my penis was about to explode. She noticed that she had me under her control, she did what she wanted with me, she had me at her mercy.
With a smug expression she told me "How about this?"
She stepped on my cock with her foot and started moving it up and down repeatedly. I just writhed on the floor from how good it felt. She laughed as she tried different things; she put my cock between her big toe and her index toe, caressed my frenulum with her big toe. I couldn't take it anymore.
"Stop" I said with difficulty as I tried not to cum..
"What's wrong with you? Your cock is throbbing a lot, are you able to cum from this?" She told me.
She removed her foot from me before I came. She got up from the couch and started pacing back and forth as she told me without looking at me.
"That's funny! I haven't done anything that's supposed to turn you on, and yet I almost made you cum" she gave a small laugh.
"I barely touched you! And I did it with my foot!" She laughs once more, loudly
"You literally get turned on by anything I want to do to you," she said.
She kept walking until after a few seconds she stood over me looking at the wall with her arms crossed as she thought.
I didn't say anything, I couldn't think of anything other than the wonderful view that she offered me; I could see the pronounced curve of her ass in her tight jeans that outlined the lips of her vagina.
She turned her eyes down with a smug smile, and seeing me goofy-faced and drooling, she told me.
"Did you forget how to talk or what's wrong with you?"
I stammered a bit trying to answer. and she quickly covered my mouth with the sole of her foot.
"It was a rhetorical question, idiot" She told me.
"Now that you can't talk, I'll do the talking. You see, before I broke up with Anthony, he and I had a lot of arguments, and one of them was because he wasn't willing to please me when we had sex. He didn't want to eat my pussy, ad the pussy he is he said that he was disgusted about it, and it hurts his macho ego a lot that I mounted his face to satisfy myself using him, but of course he wouldn't have a problem if it was the other way around"
She just stared at the wall as she lamented her sexual frustrations. When she realized what she was doing she blushed, she exerted more force with her foot on my face.
"What am I doing telling you this? The only thing that matters here is that I always get what I want, and that you will let me do what I want with you because you are a pervert with weird and pathetic fetishes" She told me.
She started to take off her pants. I just watched as her pants slipped over her beautiful legs, revealing them more and more. Her legs were very sexy, toned and with fat thighs that made her hips stand out.
And there she was, the one responsible for my troubles at college, posing for me in a sexy red lingerie that barely covered some parts of her skin. She tossed her jeans onto the sofa as she looked me in the eye.
"You call these whore clothes? If you think so then YOU should wear them" She said.
She took off her thong, took it, reached down and put it on my head while laughing.
"Now it's really whore clothes" She said.
She stood up, spread her legs over my face and put her hands on her hips as she told me "Meet it! This is what a vagina looks like, a real one, not like the ones you see in the pornographic shit you're sure to spend all day seeing and touching yourself to" She let out a laugh as she looked into my eyes.
She knelt down leaving my face between her legs, took her thong off my head and said "Well, now that you know a vagina I have news for you: I'm going to make you eat my pussy" She let her whole body weight fall on my face, pushing her pussy hard against my lips.
I just stood there watching her, appreciating her body as a monument like no other, with her strong female scent invading my nostrils as I felt the warmth of her meaty lips on mine. She closed her eyes as she moaned, I kept wondering if this was all a dream.
She caught her breath, looked me in the eyes and said "Stick out your tongue" I obeyed, I began to slide my tongue between my lips and her labia minora, combining the fluids of my mouth with those of her pussy while I gently caressed her genitals. She let out a loud moan as I felt her pussy get even wetter, excreting her fluids directly into my mouth; I can't describe the taste, but I was really turned on to be able to taste this girl.
Danielle grabbed my hair and began to rock her hips back and forth, I loved how her thighs squeezed my cheeks as her juices ran from my mouth down my neck.
She continued to masturbate using my tongue over and over as she writhed in pleasure, arching her back, allowing me to see her breasts from under her blouse as I continued to eat her pussy. I loved what we were doing, that sexy fucking bitch was using me to pleasure herself, and I couldn't be happier about it.
I felt her pussy start to contract and trying to suck on my tongue, she stopped and crouched down with her eyes closed; I could see her satisfied face as they tried not to cum.
She was breathing very fast, she stopped for a few seconds. She began to remove her blouse slowly, sliding the garment gently as she gradually uncovered her beautiful breasts; her breasts were firm and round, with beautiful nipples brushed with a beautiful medium areola. I was dying to taste them, lick them and take small bites to make her moan, but it excited me to know that I have no power of decision, and that fantasy would only be fulfilled if it was Danielle's will.
She got into a position that exposed her breasts in great splendor, with her arms raised and her hands behind her neck. She looked down at me and said "Begin to be useful for the first time in your life and move your tongue" as soon as I started to move my tongue she moaned very loudly and arched her back even with her arms raised, offering me a show like no other. another in which i saw her beautiful breasts bounce as she writhed in pleasure.
Seeing her vulnerable, a slave to pleasure, I decided to go a little further and take a big bite of her pussy with my lips, gently caressing every part of it, her clitoris, her labia majora and labia minora; she moaned even louder again and tried to slap me for taking liberties that weren't mine, but she ended up giving me a caress on the cheek because of the little strength she had due to the enormous pleasure she felt at that moment.
Danielle relented and gave herself over to the pleasure completely, tilting her head back as far as she could, arching her back to the fullest and holding her breasts with both hands as she caressed her nipples with her index fingertips. As she began to stimulate her breasts her moans became more intense and constant, and her vagina began to throb faster trying to suck my tongue harder and harder.
I could feel Danielle touching her breasts and carefully moving her hips to avoid coming, and I could feel that she was in heaven, but it was getting harder and harder to keep from cumming. When I noticed that she was getting close to not being able to avoid cumming, I decided to punish her for everything I've endured. I put my tongue in her vagina.
Danielle squirmed strongly leaning her back forward, put her hands on my shoulders and sneered at my face. Her senses were on edge; her beautiful pale skin was now a beautiful red, beads of sweat trickling down her cheeks to her chin, dripping onto my face.
"W-wait… D-don't even think about it… About moving y-your tongue" she told me with difficulty.
We made eye contact for 10 seconds that seemed to last forever, while she took deep breaths to try and regain her composure. She was at my mercy, any small movement that I decided to make could make her senses explode at the moment I wanted; I had her under my control, and she was fully conscious, so she tried to maintain a dominant attitude, but in the state of intense pleasure she was in she failed despite her enormous efforts. I gave her a smug look, the kind she loved so much to throw at me; the roles had been reversed, and she knew what was coming.
"W-wait… P-please…" she said with the little breath she had.
I couldn't take it anymore. She really said "Please". I couldn't resist, and began to move my tongue gently, but firmly. With enough force to make her feel a pleasurable pressure, but slowly so that she felt the movements of my tongue as much as possible.
Danielle took me by the head with both hands and squeezed her hands with all her strength, holding two huge strands of my hair. She was pushing her hips forward as far as she could, and she was pulling my head against her pussy as far as she could.
She started cumming. Her pussy began to contract very rapidly, sucking on my tongue as if it was trying to rip it off while it secreted non-stop fluids as if from a fountain.
I decided to give the final hit. I tilted my head forward a little and in one bite I began to suck her clitoris. Danielle opened her eyes as wide as she could as she began to let out a long, loud moan as she squirted all over my face. Her orgasm lasted a wonderful 15 seconds in which she moaned loudly as she bathed me in her pleasure fluids. Finally, exhausted, her body couldn't take it anymore and she fell backwards onto my legs. My cock about to burst was behind her back.
I slid back running my cock all over the back of her body, got up and started to stroke my cock over her breasts. The whole situation had made me extremely horny, she kept my cock erect during all this time, so after a short time I couldn't take it anymore and I came. I had never released such a big load, I completely covered Danielle's face and tits with my cum. I made a mess of her.
She just looked at me unable to move having lost all her strength, with her beautiful face flushed and covered in sweat.
I couldn't believe what we had just done. Exhausted, my body gave out, and I laid on the ground just like her.
We laid there for 15 minutes, even falling asleep for a short period of time. When I woke up I visualized Danielle looking at herself in the mirror, with a brown jacket of mine on, while she was giving herself a make-up touch-up.
She turned to me and said "You pig! How dare you do this to me. Look at my shirt, it ended up full of your disgusting fluids."
She slapped me hard. The shape of her hand was marked on my cheek, and it burned me very much.
"Dammit! Washing it won't be enough, I'll have to burn it! I'm taking this jacket in compensation, and I'm being easy on you by just slapping you for what you just did to me."
She packed all of her things, took her bag and headed for the door. Before leaving, she turned to me and said "Listen to me weirdo, this didn't happen, Capiche?" She left my apartment slamming the door loudly.
I got up from the floor and looked at myself in the mirror, saw Danielle's hand marked on my face and my expression of stunned disbelief. I sat on the sofa and stayed there until the next day, trying to assimilate what just happened, and how much I liked it…
The End
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[B/S] [Half] Courtney - Living Rent Free - Pt1
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**All names have been changed to protect anonymity in this story.**
Fair warning - this is a long read, subsequent recollections will be shorter, more isolated events. I wanted to get down the gist of what led me to this situation first.
My name is Sidney, Sid for short, and I’m old enough to know better but not young enough to avoid a bad back afterwards. I have curly dark hair that sits like an unorganized mop on the top of my head and I keep the back and sides short. I keep a stubble beard on my cheeks, but a reasonably thick and long goatee at the front. I have the traditional dad bod despite the lack of kids, so you could just say that I prefer leg and arm day over core day at the gym. But this isn’t why you came.
My sister Courtney – half-sister from my mother if we’re going to get technical – was a nursing student back in 2020. I’m proud to say that she has since graduated and has been put to good use in the hospital system. We grew up in separate homes – I am the eldest and grew up with Mom’s parents (teen pregnancy), and Courtney and my other sister (who does not feature in this particular story) grew up with Mom. I’m about nine years Courtney’s senior and for that reason I used to hate her as a kid. We had nothing in common – she was more of a long-distance cousin at times. And then we both grew older. I became less of an obnoxious dick, and she less of a bratty child.
By 2020 she was 20 years old, and objectively speaking an attractive young woman, standing at about 5’ 5”. At the time, Courtney had her natural dark auburn hair, half way down her back in length, though she usually wore it in a pony tail. She had piercing blue eyes that would send a shiver through you, a cute little nose and a wicked smile – the kind a woman makes when she says something witty about you behind your back. At the time I can’t say I noticed her figure too much, but she always had substantial hips, a relatively average ass, and nice boobs – probably a B-C Cup in size. Like I said, objectively attractive, but at this time not something I paid much mind.
During the thick of COVID Courtney was still studying to be a nurse and she needed somewhere to stay so she could do some practical experience in some Hospitals. I don’t exactly live out in the sticks, but I don’t live in a main city either, so the chances of her getting her placement was greater where I was living at the time. She called up and asked for somewhere to stay. I had first assumed it was something to do with her boyfriend at the time who I did not like (lazy, rude, always planning a holiday – never working in order to save for it – that kind of guy). Turns out I was half right. She’d split with the boyfriend, and thought getting out of town would be good to do her placement in my local hospital and needed a room … for three months.
Three months is a big commitment, even for family, especially for family you aren’t the closest with. I mulled it over and inevitably said yes – I had no reason to suspect she was overly messy or would be bringing random late night guys back on a regular basis.
She knocked on the door one evening and there she was, all 120lbs + the 120 lbs of suitcases and clothes she’d brought along as well, exploded on my front porch. I helped her in and showed her around as she’d not been to my place before after dropping her bags in her room.
It was nice to catch up with her over a few beers that first night, talking family, movies, interests we shared (which over the past few years I had been increasingly learning we shared several from movies, music, games, and kayaking of all things). I suggested on the weekend we take the kayaks out onto the lake and then have a BBQ lunch back home and she was thrilled.
“I was thinking you’d be a massive prude and I’d never get to get my bikinis on!” she exclaimed cheekily. I’m pretty sure she was testing the waters to see if I’d be a big brother or a housemate, but also pretty keen to get some sun.
“Hey, so long as I don’t have to jump in and rescue you and it all comes floating off you, wear whatever you like” I replied, hoping to give her the answer to the subtextual question I thought she’d posed. Courts finished her beer in a big swig and gave a cheeky grin. “The knots I tie aren’t coming off with a fight, but you just watch your hands, there’s not THAT much material and you might end up liking what you grab”.
With that she strolled off to a shower leaving me with a weird sensation. Was she flirting with me? With the benefit of hindsight, I can now say she absolutely was, but at the time, it was weird, it was a different – but I didn’t hate it either. That came with it’s own conflicting feelings.
She came and went doing shifts at the hospital on the least intelligent roster of nights, followed by days, followed by nights again, so our time together the first week was all but non-existent. I’m sure it was partly because of COVID that the rostering was so atrocious, but she’d given me reason to believe the Head Nurse was also “testing” the students to see if she could break them. Courts was not one to be broken, easily or at all. Honestly, I’d say we are both the most resilient people I know.
The weekend came and went in a flurry of rain and wind, which was fine because of Courtney’s weird roster, but the following weekend yielded much better weather and more availability for Courney. We hit the lake in some kayaks and cut half a lap around it – neither of us had been in some time, and we figured we’d go again soon so no point exhausting ourselves. She was wearing an orange and white bikini, her alabaster skin on full display except for the booty shorts she’d thrown on for comfort while paddling. On the return trip to where we set off we pulled up along each other and started splashing each other with our paddles. It was nice and sibling-y and the weather was perfect for it. I caught her with a big splash that absolutely covered her.
And then everything was wet. Courtney had launched sideways out of her kayak and tackled me off of mine and we were in the water wrestling each other. It wasn’t super deep, about 4-10 feet depending on where you were, and where we were was probably about 5 feet. I was comfortably able to dunk her and wrestle some more in the water before a passing shallow water boat came by to check on us. They quickly left after telling us we’d picked a great secluded spot for some couple’s time.
The air became a bit heavier with the implication as we looked at one another. Her blue eyes almost seeing the back of my skull, sending shivers down my spine in the warm water. She tackled me again and turned away to escape, but I grabbed her around the middle and pulled her back into me, tickling her. She leant her head back on my shoulder, heaving and writhing beneath my touch, her ass bucking back into my hips with involuntary laughter.
She stopped all of a sudden and deliberately pushed her ass back against me and whispered “We’d better go before we get accused of more canoodling. Also –“ and with that she slowly peeled my hand off of her right breast that I hadn’t realized I’d been grabbing. “I’m going to need that if you don’t mind”. I’m not the sort to blush, but this had me red in the face and she splashed me in the face before asking to help her back on her kayak.
We eventually got back on and made our way back to shore where we had set off from. The BBQ at home was nice and uneventful, sinking some suds in the sun. I watched her lazily from a sun and alcohol stupor apply some more sunscreen. It wasn’t even ogling, it was just absent mindedly looking at something without a thought. She gave me a funny look. “Are you wanting to do this for me or …? Because –“ she started.
It kicked me into gear and I averted my eyes and interrupted her “What--- No, no I’m good, I’m sorry, it’s the sun and the beer, I was just not paying attention. Lights on, nobody home. Sorry!” She laughed and tossed her head and kept applying her cream. I made a few more trips to the kitchen to fetch us some more beers before we got ready to shower and turn in early for the night. I was on my bed reading a book and I heard the whisper of a knock on the door and looked up at her. She was wearing a very baggy tank top, but that’s all I could see. “All ready for bed?” she asked. I gestured at the bed, my book, myself on my bed, my lamp, and the room in a grand sweeping way, smiling at her.
“Okay, well thanks again for today, it was really fun. You’re right, we should do it again some time.” She said quietly, referring to our conversation in the afternoon about cutting loose again some time. “And next time I really could use your help with the sunscreen.” She said looking at me strangely. It was a weird, intentional, intense eye lock, and then she turned around and peeled her tank top up over her head.
I still definitely had alcohol in my system, so at the time I blamed it on that, but she was wearing some panties that were being devoured by her ass, and it looked anything but average in that moment. There was some side boob I caught around her torso as she lifted her arms up, and then the glaring meaning of her comment – the bright red back she had acquired from out earlier adventures. I sprung out of bed exclaiming that it was horrible and that I’d be right back. I had some aloe vera in the medicine cabinet in the bathroom and returned – she was laying facedown in my bed looking at me as I came in, obviously gleaning that I’d be back to help. I asked her if it was okay and she eagerly beckoned me to the bed.
I kneeled on the floor next to the bed and started applying the cream. She gasped at the coldness but then cooed as it started to absorb, giving her some amount of instant release. “Drinks and a massage? Woah, if I had known this was on the cards I’d have left Jason [the as described ex boyfriend] and come to stay with you long ago.”
I asked about relationships and Jason, the gist of which being that she thought he was hot, he was good in bed, but that was literally it for positive features.
“I know it hasn’t been ages, but I’e really missed a man’s touch, even this is divine.” She almost moaned into my ear as I stretched across her back, gently rubbing the cream in.
“Well careful, I don’t just offer these services for anyone, only the special ones make it back to my bed without a top on” I replied – instantly regretting it for two reasons. Firstly, I was drunk and it was corny as all hell. And secondly, this wasn’t some attractive woman I’d been on a date with, this was my sister.
She quirked an eyebrow at me in a sultry sort of way and tried to roll onto her side. But after my horribly corny comment, I pressed down on her back and prevented her from shifting. “What’s wrong? I was just going to thank you for the nice day, the drink and the massage? No harm in seeing what you were trying to peek at when I was in my bikini right?” She asked, a small fake frown appearing on her features.
I can’t deny I was looking – the breeze, the material being so thin, the water and the splashing, the accidental handful of boob I had earlier acquired – but in the moment I was a torn man. I smiled at her and thanked her but said it wouldn’t be able to accept that. I gave her butt a playful swat and turned around, telling her she’d best get back to bed before she fell asleep here. I quickly sat on the bed and she stooped to give me a kiss on the cheek after fixing her top. As she left for her own bed, I was thankful she couldn’t see how tightly my cock was pressed against my boxers. I rolled over onto my back and stared up at the ceiling, cock twitching thinking Crisis averted.
I opened my bedside draw and pulled out a photo frame and gave it a kiss before placing it gently back.
You must think I’m some sort of monster, lusting after Courtney like that. I’m sorry.
And with that sleep found me easily.
It was about three weeks before Courtney found another reliably free weekend for us to hang out due to her schedule. We were speedily approaching the halfway point of her visit, and other than that second weekend, there had only been one more moment of interest.
I’d come home from work early on a Friday afternoon (as is my work routine) and was getting ready to take care of some housework. Music was blaring from the back loungeroom, and the setup is the door faces the TV, so Courtney did not see me as I approached from behind. She was dancing in the middle of the room with a YouTube music video on the screen. She was in short black tights and a gray and pink sports bra, her hair in a ponytail whipping to and fro. I could see she had worked up a mild sweat and this was some kind of exercise routine, until she suddenly collapsed back onto the couch, largely hiding herself from my view. I set about putting down lunch containers and unpacking my bag at the kitchen counter, the tv still going and I was yet to call out. I went back to the bedroom to get changed into some shorts and a tank top out of my stiff work attire and I came up behind the couch.
The TV was still going, a new song playing and I was going to announce my presence and say hi to Courtney, but her tights were off, her phone was in her hand and she was watching some porn on her phone, her other hand feverishly rubbing her pussy. It was probably about 5 seconds of standing behind her like a stunned mullet taking in the view before my senses hit me. Looking at the sweat accumulated on her collarbone, cleavage from within the sports bra, heaving chest, slight moans, her hand working at quick pace between her legs with one leg cocked up on the couch, her pussy apparently bald. That was enough time to take it all in before I slowly back away and threw myself onto my bed, taking care of the urgency in my own shorts. I walked out of the bedroom, intending to open and close the front door loudly, but I almost ran straight into Courtney, flushed and sweaty. We bounced off one another and apologized at the same time.
“Hi! Did you just get in? I saw your bag and lunch stuff on the counter?” She asked, surely trying to create a timeline and wondering what I had seen.
“Hey yourself! Sorry I didn’t announce myself, you were in the middle of some dance aerobics so I dropped my stuff and came to get changed, how was your day?” I tried to play it cool.
“Oh yeah, some alternate fitness stuff, gotta mix it up, get some cardio in”. She let that last comment hang. I wondered at the time if she was still prying out info on when I got home, or was it flirtatious?
“Cardio … the bane of my existence” I said, slapping my belly. “But a good way to get some, mixing it up, not sticking to the one thing all the time.”
She looked me up and down and went back to the kitchen and came back a moment later. “Here, I’ve already cleaned up a bit, but it looks like you need to” she said, handing me some paper towel and walking off to her bedroom. I took the towel and walked to the kitchen to get some water and at some point, I looked down, still holding the paper towel and saw the unmistakable sign of ejaculate on my shorts. I was furiously embarrassed, but we said nothing of it after that event.
Again, the weekend hit and we once more took the kayaks out on the lake, this time keeping a social pace and talking. This time Courts was donning a lime green bikini top, a bit smaller than her orange number. This time I was taking more active notice, and the voices telling me I was wrong were less loud. We were half siblings. We spent as much time together as some strangers that took the same commute to work. In my mind – that didn’t make us ‘family”. It was taboo and wrong certainly, but it wasn’t a huge moral quandary. Not ogling her and the light banter and flirting back and forth at least anyway.
We made it maybe a quarter of the way around the lake this time and we pulled up into a shady secluded spot and Courtney jumper off of her kayak. The water was maybe four feet deep here so she could comfortably stand.
“Here, put some of this sunscreen on my back for me, I almost forgot!” The worst of her peeling was gone now and she had bronzed ever so slightly, but she was wary of another two weeks of pain on her back.
I jumped off of my kayak and pushed them both up onto the bank slightly, fetching the cream from her bag on the rear of the vessel. She turned her back to me and moved her hair out of the way and I started to apply the cream. She shivered at my touch, and that of the sunscreen, laughing nervously. “I don’t suppose you anticipated another hot date involving a massage, did you?” she asked over her shoulder.
I playfully swatted her butt beneath the water, but it was ‘muffled’ and we both laughed.
“Here” and with that, she untied the top and bottom of her bikini, letting it drift lazily in her hand in the water. “That’ll make it easier right?”
I could see nothing but her back and shoulders, but I took a step closer and shivered in the warmth of the light in this private lagoon area we’d found. I rubbed the ream into the tops of her shoulders, across her shoulder blades, across the small of her back, and then started the rub the excess into her slides, making her giggle as I accidentally tickled her ribs.
“Not quite the same secluded couples spot is it?” She asked playfully, referring to the boaters from the previous adventure. She stepped back into me and I lightly grazed the bottom of her breasts with my fingers, and audible sigh escaping her. She backed up against me and I held her by the tops of her shoulders, my cock rousing slightly against the wet pressure of her ass against it. She didn’t mean to slow things down, but it was the effect of what she said next.
“How long has it been? You’ve not been dating in a while, have you?” She soon realized what she had said and stepped forward, immediately putting her bikini back on. She didn’t mean to kill the mood I don’t think, but it did. Another cold shiver swept me away from the sun and the warmth and the romantic dappled light, the birds idling singing, the slight breeze rustling the branches of low hanging trees.
We both got back on our kayaks, silently acknowledging the moment and moving past it. We did three quarters of the lake this time, determined we agreed, to conquer it next time.
Back home, there was no BBQ, only leftovers and some drinks in the loungeroom to cool off from the sun. We talked idly, planning the next trip out in about 2 weeks once her schedule would allow, talking bout tackling the river next time which I really wanted to do – kayak camping. We said our goodnights and that was about it.
I went to my nightstand drawer and pulled out the frame and a small box. I kissed the photo and thought I’ll see you next week my love and kissed the box and put both away again. I remember that night sleep did not come easily – nor did it for the rest of the week.
The next week passed otherwise uneventfully until Friday night Courts caught me at dinner as she was getting ready for a night shift.
“Anniversary weekend tomorrow?” She asked. “Mind if I tag along?”
“I didn’t think that would be your scene.” I responded with genuine surprise.
“Of course! Just because it’s not MY anniversary doesn’t mean I don’t want to come!” she said with a smile. “Don’t leave without me! I’ll be back around 9am” and she gave me a peck on the top of the head and left for work that night.
At 9am she burst through the door, clearly re-caffeinated and flew into her room calling out she’d be ready in a moment. She came out ten minutes later looking nothing short of beautiful. Her hair was plaited with a pink ribbon through it, and she was wearing a pretty green dress. We got into my SUV and drove for about 20 minutes, listening to a podcast I’m sure no one is interested in. We pulled up and I went to the backseat and pulled out a bouquet of flowers and a card and started down the alleyway we’d parked out the front of. It was a cruelly beautiful day, not a single cloud in the sky, nice temperature, and quiet and secluded. I knelt down and placed the flowers and the card on the plaque and kissed my fingers and put them to her picture that was marking her grave. Courtney had kept a respectful distance back and would join me after a few minutes alone.
My fiancé died about two years previous to Courtney coming to visit. The last week I was nothing but hollow. Even now, I’m mostly fine, but the week leading up to her death, I … I just can’t. And this anniversary was much the same. I told her about Courtney visiting, that we’d been having fun, and tears spilt out and splashed her plaque on the ground where her ashes lay buried beneath half a foot of soil. The ‘alley’ was had walked down was an alley – of other plaques memorials. I told Sarah all about our kayaking adventures, that Courtney had been putting her old one to good use finally. That we were back on the water and planning a camping and kayaking trip, like the ones we used to take. I told her that I loved her and I missed her and I’m sorry that I’d been thinking about Courtney like that. The three of us hadn’t been close – living away from family meant family and holiday events for visits only, and Sarah and Courtney had only spent time together for 5 years at said random/ spaced events.
Courtney came up and gingerly put a hand on my shoulder. I got up and gave her a brief hug and dried my eyes. She looked at me with those beautiful blue eyes and didn’t say anything. She undid her plait and took out her ribbon and tied it to the rose bush next to the plaque and looked up at me and asked for a few moments. I backed away down the alley collecting my thoughts and leaned against the car. After a few minutes Courtney came and hugged me, her eyes and face wet, drying them on my suit jacket.
The drive home was equally as uneventful as the drive in, but Courtney kept a friendly hand on my thigh as I drove, squeezing occasionally in loving affection.
She really should have gone to bed, but she didn’t work the next day, so she stayed awake all morning and afternoon, and sat with me. We watched movies on the couch, a light blanket over us on an unusually chilly day. We laughed, we talked about the ludicrous movies, we critiqued sex scenes, we compared them to porn and how obviously unrealistic porn was as well. And then I put my foot in my mouth “Yeah, like that thing I saw you watch…”
But it was enough. She knew I knew, and I knew she knew I knew. We were under the blanket together, one of her legs across mine and I had been absent mindedly stroking it. I can even remember now how smooth it was, and at that moment how self-aware I had become.
Talking to Courtney later about this moment she told me this was where she was making a decision.
She was silent in that moment for a few seconds. “So, the day you saw my work out? And I guess the day I almost saw your workout?” the question hung in the air awaiting acknowledgement. “Yeeeeeeah … Yeah that day. Look I’m really sorry – the first part was true, I came home and dropped my things and you were dancing, I got changed and came to say hello and you’d moved on to …” was my feeble response as I remember it now.
“So, what about that was unrealistic?” She asked, her blue eyes piercing my soul.
“I don’t… I don’t understand?”
“Well, we were talking about how porn was unrealistic, so how was what I was watching unrealistic?” she asked with assured confidence.
“I … can’t say I really noticed the phone that much” I replied sheepishly, looking at the blanket. I moved my hand away and she snapped and grabbed it, putting it back on her leg and squeezing it, encouraging me to resume stroking her leg. I guessed this was a message from her that everything was fine, we were resuming our weird conversation, just with a much, much more personal twist.
“So, was I realistic then? I’d really hope so given how real I am!” And she squeezed my hand on her thigh for emphasis and started to laugh. Her laugh was what I needed to break the ice. I wasn’t ‘caught out’ and in trouble. We were adults and we were going to be mature about it , and given how things had been going between us, we’d probably flirt and take it a bit further than a brother and a sister should. This had been a good distracting afternoon, and while the morning had been consumed by memories of Sarah, thoughts of betraying her after all of this time, with my sister no less, the afternoon was very welcomed considering the first anniversary of her passing I was by myself and in no state to be around anyone, least of all my sister.
I looked at her and started stroking her smooth thigh again. “You were very realistic. The touch of sweat from your dancing helped sell it a lot!”
She grinned and gave me a coy side smile. “Oh, you meant the dancing. Not me buried in my own fantasy, touching myself?”
I started to apply a bit more pressure as I rubbed her thigh, moving my hand inwards to her inner thigh, slowly up and down, but now firmer. “Oh, the dancing was a clear six out of 10, the after performance was a winning eight out of ten, that really put you over the line!”
She faked a gasp. “What! Eight! Come on, had I known I had an audience I would have really ‘porn’d it up’ for you … Actually no, we are talking about realism here. Okay, okay. I would given a better performance had I known you were watching.”
“Oh yeah, and what would that have entailed exactly?” I asked coyly back to her.
“Well, you would have seen a lot more …” and she leaned forward, showing some cleavage from her dress, and spreading her legs a little bit more under the blanket. I took this as an invitation and started to stroker her leg in longer sweeps down to her knee and then back up her inner thigh, venturing a bit higher.
“I think I saw more in the sports bra to be honest” I cheeked back, grinning, becoming unsure of how far this was going to go.
She brushed my hand aside, and the blanket and stood up. It was a beautiful and classy green dress, cut to just above her knees. She turned around and peeled it off over her head revealing she had been wearing any panties and sat with her back to me and grabbed the blanket to cover up her front before resuming the position she was in, only now holding the blanket up in front of her, her leg back over my leg. I hadn’t replaced my hand just yet, seeing her bare ass in front of me, the realization of my stroking her leg hitting me. She reached under the blanket and grabbed my hand and put it to her knee. A gentle invitation.
I started stroking her knee and she parted her legs a little wider.
“So the bra was in the way huh big guy?” she said as she teasingly started to lower the blanket, her breasts spilling in to view, but stopping short just above her nipples. I was transfixed, gripping her inner thigh and my cock began to stir.
Just as an aside here – sorry to take you out of my recollections for a moment – what is it with men in erotica immediately becoming hard. Flaccid -> straight to the hardest they’ve been in their lives? How is that possible? Or am I the defective one? I digress.
She would have had to have felt my cock stirring beneath her calf and she slowly rubbed her leg back and forth twice over it, my increasingly throbbing manhood responding to her graze.
“Well, it’s definitely not in the way now, definitely a better view than before” I said timidly. Was this going where I thought it was going? Now I can say with certainty, but the trope of the guy not knowing the girl is into him even when she is basically flashing her tits in his face was very much playing out in this moment.
She placed a forefinger and thumb over presumably where her nipples where and let the blanket fall to her waist – as much as could be allowed by her retained grip. Her cleavage was on full show, and the sides of her breasts, and as she did that initial grab of the blanket, she let out a little sigh as she must have pinched and grazed her own nipples. Under the heap of blanket above her waist I could see movement. I traced fingers delicately over her smooth skin slowly inching higher and higher until my finger brushed her hand, now gently rubbing herself in front of me. She locked eyes with me and grinned a wicked grin.
“Is this what you wanted to see Sid? You wanted to see your sister playing with herself on your couch?” she teased. I lost all pretense of ‘inching higher’ with me hand and was now stroking her nimble fingers, working between her legs. She let her head roll back and she sighed with delight and dropped the blanket entirely.
Her breasts were now fully on show for me, perky and capped with hard pink nipples, small and petit on her otherwise perky tits. I felt her fingers brush against mine, more deliberate and faster now. I cupped her fingers with my hand – in a guiding pose but without the pressure or direction. My other hand reached up and held the side of her neck and she closed her perfect blue eyes and leaned into my touch, coo’ing and breathlessly moaning. My thumb traced the line of her jaw and brushed her lips. She parted them, slightly wet and she playfully licked my thumb. On it’s next pass she took my thumb into her mouth and started to suck it. My other hand tightened around her fingers and I could feel a wetness there, and I started to guide her fingers on her pussy more actively now, broad sweeping motions from her clit down to her pussy in earnest. She opened her mouth and moaned quietly “Just like that”.
With my thumb and hand free, I lowered them, tracing a line down the side of her neck, dancing across her collarbone and between her breasts. I cupped the right one gently and brought my wet thumb across her hard nipple, tweaking and teasing it. She slid two fingers into her wet pussy and brought my fingers part way inside of her and her mouth widened in a smile of ecstasy. “Is this the show you wanted Sid? Me so hopeless and horny?”
As she spoke, she was drawing in great breaths, her chest heaving and quivering as I played with her nipple and she started to finger herself with my aide. She removed her hand and looked at me. I started to tease her clit with the lightest touch and leaned in, bringing my mouth to replace my hand on her nipple. I flicked my tongue across it quickly and gently and I could feel her pussy throb beneath my other hand.
She pushed back away from me, the pretense of the blanket now gone and she got down on her knees between my legs, grabbing the waistband of the shorts I had changed into. She looked up at me, innocent, wicked, divine. “I know this is a lot, and I promise it won’t go further than this unless you’re ready … but Sid, God I need your cock in my mouth right now.” She waited a second for a protest, but hearing none, she hooked her fingers into my shorts nad I bucked my hips and she pulled my shorts and underwear down in one swift moment, revealing my hard, pulsating cock before her eyes. She wasted no time in taking it in her hand and giving it two or three slow strokes and then devouring it. I moaned loudly, the wetness of her mouth, the writhing of her tongue across the head of my dick, the suction from her mouth, (the ever so slight amount of teeth) and held onto her arms. She bobbed her head, moaning into my cock, stopping and jerking me off and licking the tip to tease me, and devouring it again.
After a minute or two I tapped her arm and she knew. She backed off and put an arm under her breasts to push them up and together, and started to jerk me off with her other free hand. She extended her tongue and smiled, nodding at me, not breaking eye contact. I would have loved to have looked at her spectacular tits, pushed together for me, the perfect landing spot for my immoral seed, but I was absorbed in her eyes. I felt a deep warmth within me, threatening to spread and all I could do was moan and throw my head back – but she stopped stroking my cock and reached up and made me look at her. Her tits still supported, but now my seed erupting with a pent up force onto her neck and chest, onto her tits and across her left nipple. I saw nothing but her eyes, the hungry look in them as I emptied myself onto her alabaster body.
She smiled with satisfaction and sat on the couch and patted my leg. She told me to go get cleaned up and we’d talk in the morning. I took myself into the ensuite, reeling with what had just happened. I flopped onto the bed, half still wet from not drying myself adequately and rolled over to the nightstand. I pulled out the box and retrieved Sarah’s engagement ring and kissed the diamond and returned it to the shadows. Next, I took out the picture frame and laid it against my chest, over my heart. I mustered up the courage to look at it. She was beautiful that day. We had done engagement photo shoots a month after I proposed. It was a closeup of us looking at one another – her beautiful soft features, a strand of hair coming down from the wind that she had been cursing that day that she thought would ruin the photos. But all I could do was look at her smiling face. Hear beautiful eyes. My blue eyed girl.
Courtney stayed for another two months after this, her stay slightly extended. But I think that’s a story for another time.
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[B/s] My little sister found out my wife and I are swingers. Update 2b
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That Sunday we had a day time bbq. Family and friends came over around 1 o'clock and we had a really great time. People started to leave around 5 and just a handful of close friends hung around to help clean up. After we were done cleaning up I would normally be trying to keep the party going, but I was hoping my friends would leave early enough for me, Sam, and Vicki to start our night. We all hung out inside until about 6:30 drinking and having a good time but fortunately at that point the last of our friends left (I feel like this makes me sound like an asshole, but I promise I didn't kick them out!).
I went into the kitchen and popped open a bottle of wine and grabbed 3 glasses. I asked if anyone wanted to go for a swim. We all agreed, but Sam said she wanted to go get changed. Apparently she had brought 1 bathing suit for when the family was there and had a second one for afterwards. Vicki and I went out to the pool to wait. After about 20 mins Samantha came outside wearing a white 1 piece bathing suit. I couldn't stop staring as she walked down the stairs to the yard. The bottom of the suit was a thong with a very thin piece of material in the front barely covering her pussy and the mid section of the bathing suit was made of a mesh type material cut out on each side showing most of her body. As she walked towards us I grabbed Vicki's thigh under the water to express my excitement. She just looked at me and gave me a little smirk and a nod.
We had a great time in the pool, we played some pool basketball which was a lot of fun and just chatted for a while. It had started to get dark now and the bottle of wine was finished, I volunteered to go get another bottle for us and went inside. When I came back out Vicki and Sam were in the hot tub. I went over and sat across from them. Vicki must not have been happy with my choice of seating, because she grabbed my hand and guided me to sit between them. Vicki grabbed the bottle and took a sip then handed it to Sam. Then she got up and straddled my knee and started slowly kissing me, licking and nibbling on my lips. While we were kissing she grabbed Sam's hand and pulled her towards us.
In that moment, my heart was pounding through my chest. I was so nervous that this thing that I have built up in my mind for so long might actually happen.
Sam straddled my other leg and started kissing Vicki's shoulder. Vicki then pulled back looked at Sam and then gestures toward me. Sam looked into my eyes, paused for a second that lasted forever and leaned in. The moment I felt Sam's tongue in my mouth was so intense. We just slowly kissed and enjoyed each other for a minute. Then I pulled Vicki in and we all started making out. I reached around, untied Vicki's top and let it fall into the water. Sam turned her attention to Vicki's boobs and started caressing them and licking her nipples. At that point I proposed we move the party inside.
We dried off and went up to the bedroom. Vicki, still topless laid on the bed. I went over and took off her bottoms and kneeled at the edge of the bed. I turned around, looked at Sam at the door and extended my hand. She kneeled down next to me, gave me another long deep kiss and then started on Vicki. As Sam and I were licking Vicki's pussy, the feeling of my sisters tongue coupled with the taste of my wife's pussy was something I will never forget. It was by far one of the sexiest times I've had in the bedroom.
As we worked together to make Vicki squirm, I pulled off Sam's bathing suit and she pulled off mine. I started fingering Sam and she was jerking me off as we finished off Vicki with our tongues. I stood Sam up her bent her over the bed and she continued going down on Vicki. I kneeled down behind her and started to eat my sisters pussy and ass. I can't tell you if this is typical for Sam but her pussy was soaking wet.
After a few minutes my face was covered in my sister's juices and it was so hot. Sam then climbed in bed and got on top of Vicki. They laid on the bed chest to chest caressing and kissing. I stood at the edge of the bed just mesmerized by the show, seeing my wife's ass and pussy and my sisters ass and pussy stacked together was an amazing sight. I checked with Sam to see if she wanted me to put on a condom first and she shook her head no. This was a moment I've been waiting for, I slowly slid my dick inside my sisters pussy, it was nice and tight but since it was dripping wet I slid right in. I alternated a few thrusts between Sam's pussy and Vicki's pussy until I was ready to explode. I told them I was about to cum and Vicki got up and crawled to the edge of the bed. Sam followed. They both looked up at me and started sucking my dick. Vicki could tell when I was about to cum and started licking my balls so Sam could continue sucking. I couldn't take it anymore and made sure my moans were clear that I was going to cum. Sam stared up at me, she reached around, grabbed my ass and pulled my dick deep into her throat. As I started shaking, Sam kept grabbing my ass tighter and pulling me in until she swallowed everything I had.
After I finished in my her mouth, Vicki and Sam started making out. Vicki was fingering Sam now and starting kissing her neck and licking her nipples. She laid Sam back on the bed got between her legs and started grinding her. My wife was going hard, she was obviously on a mission and I was all for it. After a couple minutes, I watched Sam's toes start to curl and back arch. I just stared in awe as I listened to the sound of my sister's loud moans until she finished.
The next morning, waking up next to Sam completely naked and Vicki in just a thong, I just lightly caressed them for a few minutes. I was legitimately happy. This is obviously something I've wanted for longer than I would admit. I woke them both up with a kiss and left the room.
Downstairs in the kitchen as I was making breakfast they came downstairs together both wearing one of my tshirts. I told them I could start getting used to this, and they smiled. Vicki knows I love when she walks around in nothing but my tshirt, so I'm sure it was her idea. The morning was nice, we chatted a little about the night before and a little about nothing at all, it was actually pretty normal. Shortly after, we said our good byes to Sam and she said she couldn't wait to visit again.
This was a while back now, and Vicki and I have talked about that night countless times. It gets us both so hot, we use it as fuel during sex. I've also now jerked off several times just closing my eyes and remembering the sound of the moans Sam made as she was cumming. I don't know if and when we will have another sleepover, but I hope we do it again soon.
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My bf fucked the stress right out of me [fm]
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Last night I (30f) left school (stressed as usual) and couldn’t bear to go back home and work on my projects like I normally do. So, instead, I called up my bf (34m) and vented to him while sitting in my car. After my rant, he said in his soft, calming voice that I work too hard and I need to take time for myself once in a while so I don’t burn out. I agreed and felt a little better.
But then he said something else: “by the way, the selfie you sent me earlier was so sexy… I got hard and couldn’t help but play with myself a little before I got out of bed. Why don’t you come over here for a couple hours and I can help you relax?” I could immediately feel myself becoming moist.
“Oh yeah? You want to fuck the stress of finals out of me?” I purred into the phone.
“Absolutely, sweet heart. Get your sexy ass over here” I immediately put my car into drive and made a bee line to his house.
By the time I was parked in his driveway, my bra was off, my hair was up in a blowjob bun, and my panties were soaked. We ran to his room where I dropped to my knees and opened my mouth. He smiled sweetly at me and stood me back up “not tonight baby- it’s all about you right now” he slid his fingers into my panties and gave a triumphant sigh when he felt how soaking wet I was.
He pushed me back into his bed and undressed me- he threw off his shirt and pulled his joggers down, releasing his massive, rock hard cock. He leaned in and kissed me passionately… while simultaneously sliding his thick cock into my waiting pussy. He gave me long, deep thrusts that made me moan with pleasure. His thumb gently massaged my clit.
As his pace picked up, I could feel my full DD’s bounce with the rhythm of his thrusts. His hands gripped at my waist- his eyes were glued to my chest. It was as if he was hypnotized- he leaned in to kiss and fondle my tits with his mouth several times. My legs gripped him tighter as I could feel myself begin to edge. He could feel it too, because he was suddenly flipping me around, onto my hands and knees, facing the mirror across the room.
He shoved that massive cock back into me and an erotic yelp came out of me, completely involuntarily. I was at his mercy now- I could feel the orgasm begin to build as his grip tightened. My eyes were fixed on the scene in the mirror- his face was determined, mine was overcome with a thirst for his touch. My moans became erratic grunts as the thrusts became faster. My tits bounced rhythmically; I was so turned on. “Ffffuck baby, your gunna make me cum.” I moaned.
“Thats it baby. You’ve been working so hard. Cum for me, baby. You de. Serve. Every. Inch!” My pussy tightened and a hot rush of my juices enveloped his amazing cock. He gave an orgasmic moan and pulled out at the very last second, shooting ropes of cum all over my back and even in my hair. I laid there on my stomach, panting and satisfied as he sat back and looked at the fruits of his labor…… then before I even had time to say a word to him, he started fingering me, and within seconds I was cumming AGAIN. I even ended up squirting a little (he was so smug about that).
It took quite a few minutes for me to come down from my high (and even longer for me to walk) but damn did I need that.
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Back Seat Rendezvous. P2 [f27][m57](fingering, cheating, stripping, video sex)
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It started after our back seat rendezvous.
The sexting, the photos, the video calls. I knew it wasn’t right. I’m married, he’s married. But I love it. I knew he did too.
I’m sitting on my bed. The house is quiet for once, I’m messaging him and telling him all the things I want to do to him. Hes giving it right back. Making me tingly and wet.
Then he hits me with something new..
‘Video me’
Heck ya! I set my tri-pod up.
I call him and he answers right away
‘Hey stranger’ he says with a smile
‘Hey yourself’
‘Why on earth do you still have clothes on?’
I stand up up, put my phone on the tri-pod and adjust the camera.
‘Tell me what you want me to take off first..’
‘Shirt.. definitely has to go’
I do as I’m told, exposing my red lacey bra.
‘Oh I like that one.. its a shame you’ll have to take it off soon.. pants next’
I take my leggings off..
‘Mmm matching panties?’
‘Of course’ I say with a smile ‘now.. which one first ?’
‘Bra..’
I unclip my bra, I let it fall to the ground. My perky breast bouncing as they’re freed.
‘Oh yes..’
I start taking my panties off and the fall to the floor.. ‘too bad you aren’t here’
‘Show me what I’m missing then’
I reposition the phone as I lay on the bed. I spread my legs out for him. Let him take it all in.
‘Oh yes, baby. You see what you do to me?’
I look. Fuck. He’s huge. He’s stroking himself, slowly.
I start playing with myself, circling my clit. I heard him groan.
‘Tell me what you want me to do’ I tell him.
‘Slip one finger in..’
I do what he says. Moaning as I do.
I bring it back out and go back to my clit. Opening the lips as I do.
‘Yes baby.. now two..’
I start to go and slip one in, and bring it out and then both in.. moaning. Moaning for him.
I continue fingering as my other hand starts to rub my clit.
‘I’m so close’ I tell him.
‘Good baby, come for me’
My body contracts and arches, I almost forgot to breathe. I want to keep going, but something breaks my concentration.
‘Oh fuck- I’m going to cum’
I look at the phone and see him jacking off to me. Just in time for him to explode.
Damn I wish that was on me.
‘Next time, you’re going to cover my boobs with that’
‘Is that a promise?’ He said with a smug smile, repositioning his phone.
‘Boobs, back, fuck you can even fill me up. I don’t care. I just want you’
‘Soon baby, soon.’
We said our goodbyes, and hung up.
I went to bed smiling knowing I was seeing him in the morning in a professional setting, with our little secret.
The next morning I go to work and say hi to my boss, her husband isn’t anywhere around. I go about my morning, and I get pulled into his home office.
He pushed me up against the wall, bringing my hands above my head.
‘Good morning’ he whispered in my ear before giving it a nibble.
‘Morning, sir’ I managed to get out. My head spinning from wanting so much more.
‘What colours are you wearing today?’
‘White bra and mint thong’
He let go of my hands.
He looked down ‘hmm’
‘Do you want a souvenir for work?’
His eyes shot up at mine, questioning.
I winked as I walked out pasted him into the powder room across the hall.
I quickly took off my thong and shoved it in my pocket, and left the room.
I showed him that I had it, and then walked away. No way he was getting it that easy.
I went into the kitchen, and was at the sink when he came up behind me.
‘Not. Nice.’ I giggled at his frustration. ‘Oh, you’ll be punished for that’
I turned around and made sure my boss, his wife, wasn’t around. I took the thong out of my pocket and slipped it into his inner suit pocket.
‘For good luck with your meeting today’ patting the pocket. ‘Don’t have too much fun with it..’ I said turning away.
Just then my boss came in the kitchen, ‘you ready?’
‘Yup! Lets go!’ I said with a smile.
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Sarah Opens Up [Ch. 2 Pt. 3] My wife gets worked up after stripping at the bachelor party and gets a surprise.
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I walked her back to our room in her sexy lingerie and panties. We ran into an older couple who were probably in their sixties. Their eyes widened at the sight of Sarah's body so sexily displayed in her lingerie and heels. The wife smiled at me as we walked by them as her husband ogled Sarah's naked body.
"Have a nice night" I said, smiling.
As we continued to walk, Sarah asked, "How far were you going to let me go back there, Steve?"
"After seeing you with Jax, I don't know," I told her. "I was as turned on as I've ever been watching all those men touching you. They all wanted you."
"If I would have stayed just five more minutes, they'd all be fucking me right now," Sarah said. "Is that what you wanted?"
"Honestly Sarah, I want you to be happy with your decisions," I told her. "I want you to have no regrets."
"I would have regretted having sex with a man the day before his wedding," Sarah said. "That's not who I am."
"And that's why I love you," I said.
"But Jax, he's a different story," she said, breathing heavily.
"You wanted him, didn't you." I said.
"Yes," Sarah breathed. "Knowing how much you liked seeing us together, and having done it with him already, I just feel powerless to stop him. There's something about him. And I'm not talking about his big dick. He just exudes power and raw sexuality."
"The thought of him ravaging your body again just makes me want to bend you over right here and fuck the shit out of you," I said huskily.
"Let's save it for the room, sweety," Sarah smiled.
Sarah went to the bathroom to freshen up when we arrived at our room. While she was in there, I texted Jax, saying, "I think Sarah needs you, Jax. Bring David if you can. I want to surprise her. The door will be propped open."
I propped the door open, took my clothes off, and waited for Sarah on the bed. She still looked radiant in her white garter belt and stockings as she approached me on the bed. Her panties were gone, making her intentions clear. She wanted me to fuck her in her new lingerie. She reached down and unstrapped her heels before climbing onto the bed with me.
"This is the only dick I'll ever need," Sarah said as she engulfed my cock in her mouth.
Her hair tickled my legs as she sucked my dick. I could hear slurping sounds coming from her mouth as she took me into her throat. She bobbed on my cock for several minutes. I pulled her up eventually, and we made out as I laid her down on the bed.
I brought my face to her spread pussy and began lapping at her folds. I sucked on her protruding labia and licked her clit before sinking two of my fingers into her. I still couldn't believe how snug she was as she gripped my fingers tightly. She moaned as I brought her closer to an orgasm. I pushed my fingers up against Sarah's G-spot, and she moved closer to her climax. When she was right on the edge, I pulled my fingers out of her and stopped licking.
I rolled over and pulled her on top of me. She straddled my waist and took me inside her as she moaned loudly.
"I needed this," Sarah moaned.
"Did all those men get you worked up?" I asked.
"Yes, baby," Sarah gasped as she gyrated her hips on my cock.
"I wish Jax was here right now fucking you," I whispered.
"Oh mmmm," Sarah moaned as she kissed me deeply.
We made out as Sarah picked up her pace on me. After a few minutes, I felt the mattress shift slightly with additional weight. Sarah looked over and saw Jax.
"Wha what, how?" Sarah asked as Jax brought his lips to hers.
"I invited him here, Sarah," I said as I felt her pussy squeezing my cock. "This is our last night here. Let's make the most of it."
"You really want me to go there again, babe?" Sarah asked, breathing hard.
"Absofuckinglutely," I said as I pulled her to me in another kiss.
Jax was already naked, and Sarah saw his huge cock bobbing in front of her. She pulled him to her and sucked him into her mouth. I felt the bed shift again, and I saw David climbing up behind Sarah. He began caressing her soft ass and ran his hands up and down her sides to her hanging breasts. Sarah suddenly realized another set of hands was touching her, and she turned.
"Huh?" Sarah gasped. "David?"
"Steve invited him too, Sarah," Jax said.
"I saw the way you looked at him tonight, and I knew you were drawn to him," I explained. "Is this okay?"
"We never talked about any of this," Sarah hesitated.
"I know," I said. "We can talk tomorrow. Right now, we all need you, and you need us."
Jax leaned down and kissed Sarah deeply, and she reached for his cock again saying, "Do you need me, Jax?"
"I've needed you since the first time I saw you, and after seeing you in that dress tonight, I've never needed you more," Jax said in a husky voice. "We're going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before, Sarah."
"Oh God," Sarah quivered as her pussy moistened on top of me.
She took Jax's cock into her mouth and into her throat as she deepthroated him. She slapped her hips down on my throbbing cock. I was getting close to a climax, and I didn't want to cum so soon. I pulled out of her and lifted her hips off me. She pushed her hips down, desperate to get my cock back inside of her.
Jax pulled her ass toward him, turning her body so she was facing David, who was also nude. For the first time, we saw his body and the bulge that she was pressed against earlier. His cock was over nine inches long and looked thicker than Jax's. His body was sculpted, and I couldn't help thinking he actually looked like the statue of David, but with a huge dick, and was chocolate brown instead of white marble.
Sarah pulled David to her and kissed him. She bit and licked his lips and pushed her tongue against his as she moaned into their kiss. Jax pushed his cock against Sarah's labia as she made out with David. Sarah reached down between them and touched David's cock for the first time. This was the third cock she ever touched as she tried to wrap her fingers around it.
Jax started to push his cock inside my wife as she explored David's body. She was lost in his light brown eyes as he gazed back at her appreciatively. The color contrast of Sarah's pale skin and blonde hair as she was sandwiched between these two black men was electrifying. Sarah touched David's body with her fingertips and explored his chiseled chest and abs. She was seriously attracted to this man, and he was even more handsome than Jax.
"Oh fuck, your cock is so big, Jax," Sarah groaned as he pushed forward.
Sarah's nerve endings were firing as Jax pushed more and more of his cock inside her. For the first time in her life, she was the center of attention of three men. This new man, she met just hours ago, and she wanted him now. She kissed down David's body and admired his cock in front of her face. She stroked him as she felt his thick hardness in her hand. A small dollop of precum dripped out of the tip of his cock, and Sarah instinctively licked it off him.
She took his cockhead into her mouth and swirled her tongue around his thick crown. Sarah felt like she had to stretch her jaw to accommodate his size. She pushed him into her throat as Jax started thrusting from behind. Jax grabbed Sarah's hips with his strong hands and pulled her into him as he pummeled her hard.
"Oh fuck, nobody has ever taken this much of my dick," David moaned appreciatively as he looked down at my wife.
I couldn't believe the sight in front of me. My wife was stuffed at both ends with thick black cocks. She was moaning loudly as she thrusted her hips back at Jax. I could see her white coating all over his black shaft. She was getting into the fucking she was receiving.
"That's it, slut," Jax grunted as he pulled her back on his dick with her garter belt. "Take our black cocks!"
Both of Jax's hands were wrapped around Sarah's garter belt, and he was using it as a handle to pull her body back at him. The contrast of his black hands, the white lingerie, and her white skin was erotic. He smacked his hips against hers with every thrust of his cock. His huge balls were slapping against her clit, further stimulating her.
"Is this what you wanted to see, baby?" Sarah asked. "Me getting stuffed with two black cocks?"
"Oh fuck, this is hot, babe!" I said. "Give yourself to them. Be their slut tonight! Give them what they need! Get what you need!"
Sarah's mouth was salivating all over David's thick cock. She was taking most of him down her throat as Jax fucked her from behind. Her body was worked into a sexual frenzy, and she wanted nothing more than to be fucked. Her body writhed and pushed back at Jax. They were no longer fucking her. She was fucking them.
"That's it, slut," Jax yelled. "Fuck our cocks like you need it. Show your husband how good our cocks feel."
"Mmmmmmmm!" Sarah moaned into David's cock as Jax's words pushed her over the edge.
Her body found the release she needed since she stripped for the group of men. She needed to be fucked, and they fulfilled that primal desire. Her cum shot out on Jax's groin as her pussy contracted around him. She pushed the rest of David's cock into her throat, taking him to the root. Our room was enveloped with the erotic sounds of sex coming from Sarah's body. Slapping wet sounds came from her pussy, while moans and slurping sounds came from her throat as the two black giants fucked my wife and grunted in carnal pleasure.
"You gotta feel this tight pussy, David," Jax said as he pulled out of her.
Both men switched places, and David lined himself up with my wife's pussy. He looked down at her spread pink labia and asshole between two of the nicest ass cheeks he'd ever seen. Everything about her body impressed him, and he couldn't wait to stuff his thick black cock into her.
"Look at my cock, Sarah," Jax told her. "Look at your white cream coating my black cock. You love this cock in your pussy, don't you. Tell me."
"You know how much I love your cock, Jax," She said as she licked his wet shaft.
"Tell me how much you love it," Jax said again.
"I love having your big black cock inside me, Jax," Sarah said in a lusty voice. "I love when you cum inside me, and I feel your seed filling my tight womb. I love sucking your dick and swallowing your thick cum. I love everything about this dick, and I want more of it. I love how different it is from my husband's, especially how big and black it is. Is that what you wanted to hear?"
"Fuck yeah, Sarah," Jax grinned. "Now clean your pussy juice off me."
Sarah looked at me and smiled sexily before she engulfed Jax's cock. She sucked him deep into her mouth as she reached for my hard dick.
David started to slide his thick cock past Sarah's entrance. I watched as her body accepted the third cock into her body for the first time in her life. David's thick cockhead split her wet labia as he pressed into her. She moaned into Jax as her body opened for him. He pushed forward steadily until he was halfway in.
"Oh fuck your cock is thick!" Sarah grunted. "You're stretching me so much. Oh God!"
I watched my wife's body quiver as she held onto our two cocks. Her pussy was being stretched obscenely as David pushed inside her. He pulled back slightly, and I could see her cream coating his cock. Her labia pulled back with his cock as if they were trying to keep him inside her before he pushed in deeper. He repeated this process until he was fully embedded inside her quivering body.
"Damn, your pussy feels as good as it looks," David told her.
"Oh mmmmm," Sarah moaned as she sucked my cock into her mouth while stroking Jax. "Is this what you wanted, baby? To see me split roasted by two black cocks? You like me to act like a slut, don't you?"
"Fuck yeah, Sarah," I told her.
She sucked Jax's ball into her mouth as she stroked him for a while before moving to the other one. She licked back up to his cockhead and deepthroated him again. David began thrusting his cock in and out of her until he was giving her full strokes. She moaned in pleasure as she adjusted to his size.
"You like fucking David's cock?" Jax asked. "Maybe I should call the other groomsmen to come over here and finish you off."
"Oh fuck," Sarah moaned as she pushed her ass back at David.
"Let them fuck all of your holes and cum all over you," Jax grunted. "Is that what you want? To be a bachelor party cum slut?"
"Oh God!" Sarah cried as their fucking turned into a frenzy.
David was now holding Sarah's garter belt as a handle to pull her body back at him. She cried into Jax's cock as she tried to keep him in her throat. These two men were using my wife to get their release and she was using them to do the same. Her body convulsed and her moaning reached a familiar pitch that I knew was in indication her orgasm was near. Her ass rippled with each thrust of David's cock, making slapping sounds against him. Sarah reached her hands behind Jax and pulled his ass to keep him buried in her throat. Her body writhed as her climax overtook her.
David could feel Sarah's kegel muscles milking his cock as her orgasm started. Her orgasm sent lightning bolts though his own pleasure center as his cock started to erupt inside my cumming wife. Sarah felt her pussy being coated by this stranger's seed, and it pushed her orgasm to another level.
Jax looked down and saw my wife convulsing in ecstasy, and his friend doing the same. The vibrations of her moaning throat and the sight of her beautiful body sent his own body into an orgasm that he desperately needed.
"Oh yes, Sarah, I'm cumming!" He grunted as he shot his cum down her throat.
Sarah pulled back, wanting to taste his seed on her tongue and stroked him inside her mouth. She accepted blast after blast into her hungry mouth as they relieved their pent up desire for each other. I could see and hear her gulping his thick cum down her throat.
David finished cumming and fell back on the bed exhausted. Jax did the same. Watching my wife relieve two men was too much for me, and I needed her lips on me again. I pulled her to me. She looked up at me with a freshly fucked look in her eyes. Her perfectly done hair was a mess, and her makeup was running.
"Do you need me now, baby?" Sarah asked sexily. "You liked watching your wife getting fucked, didn't you?"
She pulled my cock to her lips and sucked me to the root. After a few short strokes, I unloaded into her mouth. I felt like a gallon of cum shot out of me, and she swallowed every drop. She opened her mouth to show me the last of it before gulping it down and licking her thick pink lips.
My wife turned to look at David as he was catching his breath and staring at her perfect ass in front of him. His cock was coated in their combined seed as he laid back and looked at her. Like a moth drawn to a flame, Sarah turned and crawled toward David's thick wet cock. She dragged her tongue up his shaft, collecting their cum with it. She repeated this over and over again as she slurped the white cream until it was gone.
"You've got to be the hottest woman I've ever met," David told her.
"Thank you, David," Sarah blushed. "You're not so hard on the eyes yourself. Maybe a bit hard on the pussy though."
Sarah's lips on his cock and her sexy smile brought his cock back to life. He'd never had such a beautiful woman take him the way she was able to. He wanted her again.
"Does someone still need me?" Sarah asked as she squeezed his hard cock.
"Fuck, your lips look good when they're on my cock," David said as Sarah began to bob on him again.
My blonde wife continued to slurp and suck on David's black cock until her nose was buried in his groin again. She sucked him for a while, but she wanted him to stretch her again. She climbed up David's body and straddled his huge cock. She lined herself up and sank down on him with her sopping pussy. Jax and I watched my wife ride her new lover for a second time.
"Your cock feels so good in me, David," Sarah moaned.
David brought his lips up to Sarah's heaving tits and sucked on her nipples. She leaned down and their lips met in a deep kiss as she ground her pussy into him. I felt my cock stir watching them make out as their bodies connected. Apparently, Jax was feeling the same.
Jax grabbed the coconut oil off the table and began pouring it all over Sarah's ass. He rubbed it into her skin and poured more in the crack of her ass. Her pushed his thick finger into her asshole, making his intentions clear. He wanted to fuck her ass while she fucked David. Sarah turned and looked at Jax with hazy eyes as realization hit her face. He pushed a second finger into her ass as she gyrated her hips.
"I, I'm not sure I can take both of you, Jax," Sarah said, concerned.
"I'll go slow, Sarah," Jax said as he lubed up his now rock hard cock.
Jax squatted behind Sarah as he lined up with her anal opening. He slowly pushed forward until his cock pushed into her pink puckered ass. The head of his cock slowly pushed inward as Sarah yielded to him. Her body slowly relaxed until the head of his cock popped into her tight tunnel. David held Sarah's body to his as he kissed and caressed her body. Jax slowly pushed more and more of himself inside her as her body accepted the two biggest dicks I'd ever seen.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!" Sarah cried as Jax pushed all the way into her.
My wife was now completely stuffed with two hung studs, one whom she'd just met. Seeing the glazed look in her eyes as she was sandwiched between two black men had my cock throbbing. I stood next to my wife, and she took my cock into her mouth as the two men started to fuck her.
"That's it, take our black cocks in your tight holes," Jax grunted.
Sarah's mouth felt extremely hot as the two men double penetrated her. Jax started to push in and out of her, and David did the same. Her body was full of what she needed at that moment. She needed cock, and she had one in each of her entrances. Seeing my wife in this position was extraordinary. I don't understand what made me want to see my wife taken this way, but seeing it, and feeling the electricity run through her body and into mine was exquisite.
"I want you to cum on my cock again, Sarah," David told her as he kissed her pink lips.
Their tongues dueled as she felt his thick dick harden even more inside her. He reached between them and pinched her hard nipples. Her body was on fire between the two strong men. They owned her at that moment. She was theirs to do with as they pleased. The thought of it excited her. She was no longer in control. She submitted everything to them, and she was theirs for the taking.
"Who gave you that hickey, Sarah?" David asked. The makeup rubbed off that was covering it earlier.
"Jax did the first time he fucked me," Sarah moaned.
"I'm going to give you one on the other side, Sarah," David said. "You'll see it tomorrow when you go home to your kids, and you'll know that two men fucked this shit out of you tonight."
"Oh fuck yes, mark me as your fuck toy," Sarah screamed. "Fuck me hard with your big black cocks!"
David brought his lips up to Sarah's neck and sucked her skin hard as he thrust his dick up into her. She met his thrusts with her own as Jax leaned down and sucked on his own hickey while slamming into her tight ass. The three of them worked into a feverish pace as my blonde wife trembled between them.
"Oh God, I'm cumming! Ahhhhhhhhhhh" Sarah cried as she squirted between the two men.
Jax and David let Sarah ride through her orgasm with their dicks pushed into her to the hilt. David pulled off Sarah's neck with a pop and planted his lips to hers again. They made out as Sarah came down from her orgasm. She held his face in her hands as she explored his mouth with her tongue.
David flexed his cock and pulled back before thrusting up into her again. Jax did the same in her ass. They alternated their strokes into my hot wife's body. Her breathing had just settled, but their actions were bringing her breathing up again. Their cocks felt good inside her, and her body was extra sensitive in her post orgasmic bliss. David's lips felt especially good and she wanted to keep hers on him. She looked into his light brown eyes as she kissed him again.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me hard!" Sarah moaned between kisses.
Jax pulled all the way out of Sarah's ass and then shoved it back in, causing Sarah to cry out. He did this over and over again as he stimulated her in a way she never thought possible. She rotated up and down on David and then rocked her hips in circles as if she was twerking on his cock. I'd never seen my wife move like this before tonight. She'd rotate her hips in a circle and then thrust forward. She was taking both of their cocks for a ride as her ass bounced sexily.
"Oh fuck, look at that ass bounce on my dick," Jax moaned.
Sarah looked at me and smiled as she toyed with her two lovers in front of me with her bouncing ass. Her cream was coating David's black dick as she danced on their big poles. Her tits bounced in rhythm with her ass as she coordinated her movements on the two men. She lined herself up at the end of each of their dicks and then shoved her body down on both of them hard. I watched as my blonde wife moved her torso up and down while fucking the two black men.
I stepped in front of Sarah and pulled her lips down on my throbbing cock. She took me into her throat as she fucked the two men sandwiching her. Their bodies made a loud slapping noise as they all sought release from each other.
"That's it, get it Sarah!" Jax yelled. "Get that dick, take it like you need it!"
"Oh God I need it," Sarah moaned. "Fuck me hard!"
Slap, slap, slap, slap.
Jax began slapping Sarah's ass hard with his big hands.
"Oh fuck, yes!" Sarah shuddered.
Slap, slap, slap, slap.
Jax slapped her more as he pile-drove into her tight asshole. I could feel Sarah sucking me harder and knew she was about to cum. Her white cheeks were now red from the hard slaps Jax gave her.
Slap, slap, slap, slap.
That did it. She sucked me as hard as I've ever felt as her body was overwhelmed with her climax, which also set me off. Her kegel muscles squeezed David, and he shoved his cock to the hilt and came deep inside her pussy. Her pulsations set Jax off as well, and he buried his cock deep in her ass as he unloaded his cum inside her bowels. My beautiful wife brought us off at the same time as the four of us came together. Our four bodies were all connected in one carnal act of adulterous pleasure.
Sarah kept my dick in her mouth as she savored the feeling of having three cocks inside her. She felt everyone slowly losing our hardness inside her, and she reluctantly let us all go. She climbed from between us and fell on her back on the bed.
I looked down at my wife as she lay sprawled out on the bed. Several hours ago, Sarah was dressed up as a virgin bride and looking the part. Now, her hair was a tangled mess, her makeup was running and smeared, and she had cum from two men dripping out of both of her holes. She was just as beautiful now as she was dressed up in her wedding gown.
Jax and David both got dressed to leave. Sarah stood and walked up to David, saying, "It was nice meeting you tonight, David. Just so you know, this is not a normal thing for us. You are the third person I ever slept with."
"Well, I feel honored then," David replied. "Thank you. You are a beautiful woman, and definitely the hottest woman I've ever been with."
"Thank you," Sarah said as she kissed David one last time.
"Girl, you rocked my world this week," Jax said. "Thank you for everything. The party tonight, keeping me company, and of course this," Jax said as he grabbed her ass and pulled her to him for a deep kiss.
"Thank you Jax for making me feel safe enough to open up to you this way," Sarah said. "You definitely checked off our fantasy list and changed my life forever. I will always remember this."
"I'll never forget you, Sarah. And Steve, I don't know how to thank you for trusting me with the most important person in your life." Jax said. "I genuinely hope this brings you two lovebirds closer. I really do care about you two."
"Thank you, Jax," I said. "I'm not quite sure how to thank a guy for banging my wife all week, but thank you for being trustworthy and a genuinely good person, who I could trust this way."
Sarah kissed Jax one more time as he left our room and they embraced one final time. He turned, and we watched the door close behind him. A tear ran down Sarah's face.
The next day, Sarah and I picked up the kids who were happy to see us. They hugged and kissed her, and she looked like a mother again as she was dressed in her normal soccer mom attire. But I could see the hint of the two hickeys on her neck, and I looked at her with a familiar hunger in my eyes. She recognized it and smiled sexily, knowing we'd have this memory forever.
A few months later, I was at my desk at work, and a text popped up to me and Jax from Sarah, saying, "How are my two lovers doing today? I put these on and thought about you, Jax."
Two pictures were attached to the text. The first was my wife standing in her silver heels, white panties, garter belt, and stockings. The second was Sarah laying on our bed. The panties were laying next to her, and she was spread eagle with her ten inch black dildo stuffed in her wet pussy. I could see her cream coating the bottom of the shaft.
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[F/D] [M/S] my wife and son finally had sex, so did I and our youngest daughter
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I meant to make a post about this the other day soon after it happened but I got caught up in a lot of things that needed doing, but finally getting to it now.
Since my last post I’ve been building a solid and close connection with my youngest daughter and which lead to us having sex for the first time. A smaller and tighter petite version of my eldest and just as enjoyable. I thanked my eldest massively for keeping her brother busy, who seems to be horny 24/7.
When my wife came home on Tuesday, her and our son were right at home, fondling on the couch during the evening. That night when we both got into bed I had asked her if she was going to try it with our son and her words were.. “why not, might as well”.
Wednesday morning they had sex, me and my eldest could hear it through our sons slightly opened window while we had our regular chat and coffee on the back porch. They weren’t super loud, we had to keep quiet if we really wanted to hear it. The most we heard was my wife gently moaning and clapping sounds, which definitely turned me on.
My wife went back to work this morning being pleased by our son the night prior. Things are going well.
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[M/S] need some advice about getting closer and some intimacy from my mother
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I Male 26 am looking for some advice on getting closer and more intimate with my mother 58, we are very close , always telling eachother how much we mean and how much we love eachother , she’s always saying no one will love me like her and wants to always spend time alone , gets jealous a bit over girlfriends and always has to put her input in it , we have talked about sex life a few times with me saying that I haven’t gotten enough as I wish from the girlfriend and she tells me how i deserve what I want , now my mother has never shown sexually signs towards me . But when I was younger she never minded me looking when she was naked , I would get the odd bend over with her nighty on , I always think about her and honestly just want to be closer and more intimate with her , I tell her that I want to take her out ina date rent a place for the night for us and enjoy our time together while also calling her beautiful and saying I would rather do that stuff with her , she’s loves the idea and says she would be excited for us to do that. I’m wondering if she is picking up anything I’m putting down , and if she is she doesn’t show it . My mom is on the bigger side a shit relationship with my father , his weight as a lover is slim to 0 I know my mother doesn’t get laid and I honestly just want to love her to my full potential and please her sexually , relationship wise , and loving , we are very close and I just want to get closer and I know my mom would love to be closer , I just would like some advice on how to go about it or how to start opening her up intimately. Thanks
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The Prefect, Parts 6-10 [F20/F18] [D/s] [Role Reversal] [ENF/Exhibitionism]
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**Part Six**
Elise briskly strode through the common room.
Calmly enough that she wouldn’t draw extra attention to herself, but faster than she would normally present herself around these girls. She had no idea whether or not the four studious girls in the common room noticed her change of attire. Elise was solely focused on making it back to Kaitlyn’s room.
Once there, she was quick to close the door behind her. One task officially down.
“Umm, Elise?” Kaitlyn was the first to address her. The redhead sat in her desk chair, the other two girls comfortable on the bed again. “What are you wearing?”
“Anna’s uniform . . .” The prefect answered, a bit skeptically. Did Kaitlyn just want her to say it out loud? Before she could question it too much, the disrespectful girl pointed out that she still wasn’t answering things properly. So Elise begrudgingly corrected herself. “I’m wearing Anna’s uniform, Miss Kaitlyn.”
“Are you . . .?” Kaitlyn asked. Mimicking Elise’s skeptical voice. She looked the blonde prefect up and down, not being subtle or quick about it in the slightest. “You’re only supposed to be wearing Anna’s clothes, Elise. Anna, did you give her one of your blazers?”
“No, I didn’t, Miss Kaitlyn!” Anna sat up. She sounded almost offended at the accusation, but was unable to hide the hint of a smile that came with calling her peer by the unnecessarily proper title. “I only gave her one of my skirts and one of my dress shirts.”
“Interesting.” Kaitlyn sat back in her chair, crossing her arms. Still looking the unsuspecting prefect over. “Then Elise hasn’t completed her first task, has she? That blazer isn’t yours, nor is the tie.”
That wasn’t the first task! Elise was taken aback by Kaitlyn’s words. “What-” She started to protest, but Anna’s excited voice cut her off.
“Those aren’t my leggings either!” The small brunette happily pointed out.
“Those aren’t your heels.” Caroline added.
“Wait!” Elise exclaimed, “That wasn’t what you said!”
Kaitlyn stood up from her chair. Looking more stern than before as she strode over to the flustered prefect. “Elise. Your task was to wear Anna’s clothes. *Only* Anna’s clothes,” the devious redhead said. She kept a perfectly straight face as she twisted the facts, walking past Elise to stand behind her instead. “It’s up to you, little prefect.” Kaitlyn gently placed her hands on the blonde’s shoulders. “You can leave right now, and let us keep your stuff.” She teasingly pulled at the collar of Elise’s blazer. “Or you can stop being stuck up, and finish your first task.”
“I-”
“Which one, Elise?” Kaitlyn gave another light tug on the blazer. “Do you want help with your blazer? Or do you want to leave with nothing? Choose, now. And answer properly, Elise.”
Once again, Elise was put in a situation where it seemed like she only had two options. Neither of the choices were great, but opting for the latter would mean she had dressed up in Anna’s clothes for nothing. Playing right into Kaitlyn’s hands, Elise quietly answered. “I want help with the blazer . . .”
“Speak up, Elise.” Kaitlyn spoke into her right ear as she tugged a little more firmly on the gray blazer, “And remember who you’re addressing when you speak.”
“I want help with the blazer, Miss Kaitlyn.”
“Please take off my blazer?” The redhead adjusted the words, able to fully smirk now that she was out of view of the prefect’s sightline.
“Please take off my blazer, Miss Kaitlyn.” Elise said, her words more clear due to Kaitlyn’s last warning. Her cheeks lightly flushing at the cringeworthy phrase. The blush darkened as the two other girls couldn’t help but giggle at the scene before them.
Kaitlyn couldn’t resist. It was almost too easy now that the stuck-up prefect had started to play along. “Are you sure, Elise?” Her lips curled up again as she toyed with the slightly shorter blonde. “Answer properly.”
Elise hesitated, but ultimately decided to play along. “I’m sure, Miss Kaitlyn,” she answered. That same awful title. “Please take off my blazer.”
“Better, Elise. Try to answer that properly all the time, okay?” Kaitlyn said. She more assertively tugged at Elise’s blazer, this time aiming to actually take the outer layer off now that the prefect had so politely asked her to. Once the blazer was past Elise’s shoulders, it easily slipped off the rest of her body as the manipulative redhead guided it.
Kaitlyn walked the blazer back to her desk, setting it over the back of her chair. Elise was all too aware of how much of her figure was on display as Anna’s small white dress shirt hugged her way too tightly. Before Elise could think about it too much, Kaitlyn was quick to walk back over to the prefect. “Do you want help with your tie?” Kaitlyn took the dark red tie in her hands, not waiting for an answer. “Speak like a proper girl, Elise.”
“Yes, Miss Kaitlyn.” Elise muttered, used to the patronizing drill at this point. Arguing would only entertain the girls and prolong this whole ordeal. “Please take off my tie.”
“Good girl.” Kaitlyn smiled. Elise tried to shrug off those demeaning two words. She felt both awkward and impatient as they stood nearly chest to chest, but Kaitlyn didn’t seem to mind. She made short work of undoing the prefect’s tie and pulling it off completely, leering down at the slightly shorter girl the whole time. “Hold still, Elise.” She said. And, before the blonde could realize what the first-year was planning, her top two buttons had been undone as well.
“Hey!” Elise exclaimed. As Kaitlyn stepped back to admire her handiwork, Elise quickly reached up to button the tight shirt back up to a respectful level.
“Elise, what are you doing?!” Not Kaitlyn’s voice this time. It was Anna’s. The short brunette hopped up from the dorm room bed, looking appalled at Elise’s perfectly normal action. “You’re being stuck up! It only counts if you do what Miss Kaitlyn says!”
“But-”
“No buts, Elise.” Kaitlyn took control again. “Can you handle taking off your tights and heels all by yourself, or do you need help with those as well? Or do you want to give up on your first task?”
“I . . .” Elise hesitated, her hands still frozen near her buttons. She suddenly felt very self conscious as she stood in the middle of the room. Kaitlyn, looking almost judgmental. Anna, looking offended again. Caroline, sitting back and watching patiently. Now that these girls had twisted the original words of the task, it was impossible for Elise to remember exactly what she originally agreed to. And now that Anna was backing Kaitlyn up, she was even less sure of herself.
Elise was twenty years old, but temporarily felt like a child from all the reprimanding. “I don’t need help,” Elise sighed.
“Then hurry up, little prefect.” Kaitlyn crossed her arms. “We only have so long until dinner, and you’re still just on your first task.”
Dinner! Elise had almost forgotten. This all had to be done before dinner. She had prefect duties after the last meal of the day, all of which required her to have the two binders currently in the possession of these eighteen year olds.
Elise wanted so badly to chew the younger girls out, especially Kaitlyn, but she bit her tongue instead. She knew what she had to do for this to all be over. “Yes, Miss Kaitlyn,” she answered.
Still in faint disbelief that she was going through with this, the blonde prefect reached down to remove even more of her clothes.
**Part Seven**
Kaitlyn had to fight the almost irresistible urge to grin as the blonde prefect stripped herself even further. How had such a pushover been allowed to become a prefect? Little Elise also hadn’t yet seemed to grasp what was happening. Once the prefect’s first ‘task’ was complete, Kaitlyn wouldn’t just be in possession of her backpack. She would be in possession of ALL of Elise’s clothes.
The wicked redhead hadn’t checked yet, but she also assumed that if Elise had brought her phone along, it would be in either her skirt or blazer pocket. It would almost certainly be locked, but that was no matter. Just seeing it in Kaitlyn’s hand would be enough to fluster the blonde even more.
Elise had to reach under the short red skirt to get a good grip on her black tights. She was careful, very careful, to not bend or shift in a way that would reveal anything past the hem of the garment she was ‘borrowing’ from Anna. More and more of her bare legs were on display as she lowered the tights, and Elise realized her mistake way too late. She was still wearing her flats. It would be impossible to remove the tights completely until the shoes were removed first.
Trying her best to ignore the watchful eyes from the audience of first-years, Elise half bent and half squatted, choosing a pose that would leave her the least exposed. The fabric now around her ankles made things a little more difficult, but she was able to momentarily balance on one foot and quickly pull off one flat and then slip half the tights off as well. Now that she was halfway done, the other leg was much easier. She stood upright again, flats and tights in her left hand.
“Good girl.” Kaitlyn smiled. Just like before, the redhead rose from her desk chair and was quick to walk over to Elise, “I’ll hold onto those for you,” she said. Not a request. She gently but assertively took the last of Elise’s real clothes from the girl’s hand, adding it to the pile on the desk. It was only then that Elise noticed her skirt and dress shirt were both crumpled on the desk, despite the fact that she had neatly hung them up in the bathroom before taking them back to Kaitlyn’s room. “Well, Elise?” Kaitlyn sat back down, speaking up before Elise could voice her distaste for how her things were being treated. “Are you ready for your second task? Answer properly.”
Even without a mirror nearby, Elise was keenly aware of how inappropriate she looked right now. Anna’s skirt only went down to just above mid-thigh, and now her bare legs were completely on display. The blonde prefect would also never show her cleavage in the way it was currently displayed. With the buttons Kaitlyn undid, and the loss of her tie and blazer, a good portion of her chest was now visible. Not to mention the tightness of the shirt that would obviously show her form to any casual observer. It was borderline slutty; a far cry from the way Elise normally dressed.
But to voice her concern now, when she had just stripped herself even further? She would just be called stuck-up, and this whole ordeal would take longer. For now, Elise took solace in the fact that no one was taking pictures. Maybe this was all in good fun. Good fun at her expense, of course. “Yes, Miss Kaitlyn.” Elise said. “I’m ready for my second task.”
“Good girl,” Kaitlyn said, holding back a smile, “Answer properly from now on, okay? I don’t want to keep reminding you.”
“Yes, Miss Kaitlyn.” Elise replied. Giving into the brat’s patronizing rules, but speaking in the most flat and neutral tone she could muster. “I will answer properly from now on.”
“Good girl.” Kaitlyn nodded. Happy to use the same awful words of 'praise' over and over again now that Elise was arguing less. “Hmm, Anna got to give the first task. Caroline, do you mind if I take the next one? You can have the third.”
“Of course, Miss Kaitlyn,” the quiet brunette smiled.
“Thanks, Caroline! Use this time to think of a good one,” the red haired leader suggested. As if they hadn’t talked through a good portion of this before Elise showed up. “Now, my little prefect,” Kaitlyn turned back to Elise. “You’re not going to complain or make a fuss like you did for the first task, are you?”
Elise already wanted to talk back again. About the demeaning ways the younger girl was addressing her, or about this whole situation. But she didn’t. “No, Miss Kaitlyn.” Elise said, answering ‘properly,’ as painful as it was, “I won’t complain or make a fuss.”
“Good girl. Now, for your second task. Hmm . . .” Kaitlyn crossed her arms and glanced up. Pretending to think about the impending task. One that she knew would fluster the blonde in a completely different way. “Oh, I know.” The edge of Kaitlyn’s lip curled upwards. “Your second task, Elise, is to kiss one of us.”
**Part Eight**
No! No, no, no.
Surely Kaitlyn couldn’t be serious. For starters, Elise wasn’t into girls. And, almost more importantly, she could get into serious trouble if anyone in the university’s administration found out about something like that.
Elise needed to keep her cool. “Miss Kaitlyn . . .” she began. But what could the hesitant blonde say? She literally *just* said she wouldn’t complain or make a fuss. Would talking about the inappropriate nature of the task count as complaining? Furthermore, when it came to things that were inappropriate, Elise already crossed numerous lines. ‘Hanging out’ in a first-year’s private room. Presenting herself in such a revealing way. Letting this disrespectful red haired girl swap the way they both addressed each other.
“Elise, relax,” Kaitlyn giggled, “I didn’t say ‘make out.’ Just a simple kiss. There’s no harm in that, is there?”
Elise hesitated. Was she that transparent? Kaitlyn clarified the inappropriate task before she even asked. And, once again, made it seem like none of this was a big deal. If Elise argued now, she would seem like the boring, stuck-up girl this first-years thought she was. “. . . Just a peck . . .?” Elise asked. She needed to be sure.
“Exactly.” Kaitlyn nodded. “And remember, Elise, you also get to choose the girl you want to kiss.”
The blonde prefect couldn’t help but blush at that last phrase, nor could the other two girls help but giggle. Kaitlyn added the detail like she was doing Elise a favor. Now wasn’t the time to protest against the implications the redhead’s casual words had. Elise had more important details to worry about. “No pictures. And no videos,” she insisted. She was still a prefect, and needed to maintain at least a little bit of authority. And discretion, for that matter.
“Elise, we haven’t used our phones once since you arrived, have we?” Kaitlyn pointed out.
Looking back, Elise realized that Kaitlyn was telling the truth. Not only had the girls not taken any pictures or videos, they hadn’t even had their phones out to text or scroll through social media. Unless they had been sneaky about it. No, Elise wouldn’t entertain that idea.
Phones . . . Kaitlyn had her phone! How had she not realized it until now? *‘No, it’s fine,’* Elise told herself. Her phone was safely tucked into her blazer pocket. Aside from stacking her outfit pieces into a messy pile that would surely wrinkle them, no one had messed with her clothes since she changed into Anna’s uniform.
“Okay, fine.” Elise relented. “One quick peck.”
“Good girl,” Kaitlyn smiled. “Well, Elise? Which girl do you want to kiss? Remember to answer properly.”
That’s right. Answering ‘properly.’ Up until now, it had been fine. A little embarrassing, but fine. But now, the question was set up in a way that the answer would sound bad no matter what. Even worse, she was in too deep to argue against that particular rule. After all, she had played along with it so far.
Setting that thought aside, there was still the actual question to contend with. Which girl would she kiss?
Elise nervously glanced around the room. Kaitlyn was out of the question. Obviously. Caroline was the most quiet of the three. Elise barely knew the girl, even after her rounds as a prefect. Anna . . . was honestly the safest choice. The short brunette was eager to play along with Kaitlyn’s games, but not in a malicious way. But, while the least painful of the three options, Anna almost felt more inappropriate, considering how innocent the girl appeared. Or did her height and cheerful demeanor just make her appear as such? These girls were all the same age; all eighteen or nineteen. Elise’s perception of Anna could be totally off.
Wait . . . were any of these first-years into girls? That would complicate something even as simple as a quick peck. Or would it? After all, this was just a group of amused girls having fun at her expense. The kiss wouldn’t mean anything. Ugh, she was overthinking and taking too long! Elise could practically feel Kaitlyn preparing to chastise her for taking too long to reply.
“Umm . . .” Elise hesitated. She decided to go with her gut. It was just a peck. She just needed to stop thinking and get it over with. “I want to kiss Anna, Miss Kaitlyn . . .”
**Part Nine**
Elise immediately felt the heat rise to her face. She could not *believe* she just said those words out loud. But it was already done. Or so she thought.
“Umm, Elise?” Kaitlyn asked. Suddenly sounding a little confused. “Why are you telling me . . .?” No, the confusion was an act. Elise could hear the bossy tone, along with the hint of amusement. “Tell Anna what you want, Elise. And say it properly, or it might end up being more than a peck!”
At those words, Elise internally gasped. A quick peck felt wrong enough already. Anything longer than that was . . .
The flustered, blushing prefect couldn’t help but feel nervous about what Kaitlyn was suggesting. She didn’t even stop to think about how unreasonable or unrealistic the ‘threat’ was. Elise was a prefect. Never in a million years would she do something so inappropriate with a younger student. But the smirking red haired first-year made it sound like it was a very real possibility. If anything, Kaitlyn presented the threat like it would be Elise’s fault if it happened.
So Elise turned her attention to the short brunette sitting on the bed. And she said the words before she could talk herself out of it. “I want to kiss you, Anna.” She could feel her blush darkening at the more direct phrase.
“Okay!” Anna exclaimed. The eager girl was quick to hop up from the bed, joining Elise in the middle of the room. “Soooo how should we do this? Where should I put my hands?” Anna asked.
Elise could see the subtle nervousness in the shorter girl’s eyes. Now that the kiss was actually about to happen, the bubbly girl looked a little hesitant. The idea itself must have seemed fun to her, but Anna clearly hadn’t thought about the physical execution beyond jumping up to get things started.
“Anna, you don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Elise said. Taking on that prefect role. And low key trying to get out of the kiss herself as an added bonus.
“How about you put your hands on her hips, Anna?” Kaitlyn suggested. Not forcing or pressuring her peer, but giving her guidance that seemed to supersede Elise’s words. “Would you like that, Elise?”
Damn. Another question she needed to answer ‘properly.’ Kaitlyn was clearly content to both drag this out and make it as awkward as possible for her. “Yes, Miss Kaitlyn. I’d like that,” Elise said. The redhead was quick to correct her. This was about Anna, after all. So Elise directed her attention to the short brunette before her, slightly adjusting her words. “I’d like your hands on my hips, Anna.”
Now that Kaitlyn was suggesting it and Elise was asking for it (albeit at the whim of Kaitlyn), Anna was more eager to play along. She gently rested her hands on Elise’s hips, facing the still lightly blushing prefect. At another one of Kaitlyn’s ‘suggestions,’ Elise reluctantly placed her own hands on Anna’s sides, resting just below the girl’s small breasts. Careful to stay at least a full inch away from the base of the bra that was faintly outlined under the girl’s white blouse. As innocent and appropriate as she could manage in her current predicament.
“Ready, Elise?” Kaitlyn asked. She seemed happy to lead this awkward encounter from the comfort of her desk chair, “Remind Anna one more time, will you? What do you want, Elise?”
Elise knew what she had to say. It was infinitely more difficult now that the brunette was standing so close, looking up at her with those excited yet nervous eyes. “I want to kiss you, Anna.”
“Okay . . .” Anna quietly replied. Softly smiling. Her deep blue eyes meeting Elise's emerald greens. Obviously waiting for further instructions, or maybe for Elise to make a move.
When Kaitlyn didn’t speak up again, Elise decided she needed to take charge. It was the only way to stop this from taking even longer. “Close your eyes, Anna,” Elise said. Realizing her words might have sounded mildly flirty, she quickly added “please” to sound a little more proper.
The brunette first-year did as Elise said, her eyes flickering closed. The blonde prefect kept her attention wholly on the short girl now patiently and quietly waiting for a kiss. Not out of any interest or desire, but more in an effort to not accidentally glance up at the smirking redhead beyond her.
Bracing herself for the inevitable, Elise took a deep breath, managing to keep her focus on Anna’s face. The lips she would be aiming for. Just do it, Elise told herself. Demanded of herself. She needed to stop stalling and just get it over with. The hesitant prefect took one more calming breath. And then, without allowing herself another second of doubt, Elise closed her own eyes and leaned in to kiss Anna.
**Part Ten**
The kiss ended as quickly as it had begun.
Elise met Anna’s lips with her own, gave the lightest of nips to the girl’s lower lip, then pulled back. After a brief moment of silence following the separation, both girls opened their eyes at about the same time. Elise kept her hands on Anna’s sides, and let the short brunette keep her hands where they were on her hips.
The blonde prefect desperately wanted to let go, but presumed that going too quickly would make her seem stuck-up all over again. Anna just seemed a little unsure of what to do. She glanced up at Elise, looking for guidance from the girl normally in charge of first-years like herself.
However, it was Kaitlyn who broke the spell. “Well, Elise? Aren’t you going to thank Anna? Remember, be proper.”
The word ‘proper’ only got more amusing to the redhead, considering all the improper things the prefect was doing in her room. Dressing in such a revealing way. Kissing a younger girl. Letting herself be bossed around.
“Umm . . .” Elise hesitated. Right. Proper responses. For a moment, the kiss had distracted her from everything. Nothing had changed about her feelings about Anna, or girls for that matter, but the reluctant intimacy affected her nonetheless. “Thank you for kissing me, Anna . . .”
“You’re very welcome, Elise!” The short brunette exclaimed. Kaitlyn’s patronizing words clearly brought Anna back to reality. Before Elise could realize what was happening, Anna flung her arms around her and pulled her into a tight hug. Then Anna pulled back, stood on her tiptoes, and kissed Elise right on the cheek. “I can’t believe a prefect wanted to kiss me,” she giggled, meeting Elise’s eyes with a flirty and amused smile. Then the brunette detached completely herself from the blonde prefect and joined Caroline back on the bed.
Elise stood alone in the center of the room, again. Unable to keep herself from lightly blushing at Anna’s last words. Completely oblivious to the fact that Kaitlyn fed the phrase to both brunettes, correctly assuming the prefect would choose one of them over her.
“She did, didn’t she?” Kaitlyn smirked. Giving Anna a wink and then turning her attention back to the reluctantly obedient prefect. “Isn’t that what you wanted, Elise?”
Elise was going to kill her. When all of this was over, she planned on getting all three of these girls in serious trouble. Especially Kaitlyn. Unfortunately, that still seemed a long way off. Two tasks of seven done. And she was in no position to call things off. If she didn’t continue ‘playing along,’ she suspected a girl like Kaitlyn wouldn’t hesitate to keep not only her backpack, but also the clothes Elise now fully regretted removing and handing over.
“Yes, Miss Kaitlyn. I wanted to kiss Anna,” Elise muttered the ‘proper’ response, her blush darkening as the two brunettes burst into another fit of giggles.
“I knew it,” Kaitlyn smiled, “All those little stolen glances during dorm inspections and curfew rounds? You think you’re so subtle, but it’s painfully obvious, Elise. We all know you’ve been crushing on Anna for weeks!” Kaitlyn said.
Elise glared daggers at the wicked redhead as Kaitlyn lied through her teeth. The shortest of kisses was suddenly twisted into a long term ‘crush’ that was wrong for so many reasons. But before she could open her mouth to argue, Kaitlyn was clever enough to immediately change the subject. “You can flirt with Anna later, Elise! For now, it’s Caroline’s turn. Are you ready for your third task, my little prefect?”
*‘Keep your cool,’* Elise told herself. Kaitlyn’s words echoed in her head. ‘My little prefect.’ It wasn’t the first time the redhead said the patronizing phrase, but it bothered Elise more this time around. Everything Kaitlyn said seemed designed to get a rise out of her, and she wouldn’t allow the disrespectful first-year to achieve her goal.
“Yes, Miss Kaitlyn.” Elise said. Back to her flat, unamused tone. “I’m ready for my third task.”
“Good girl,” Kaitlyn smiled. Another awful patronizing phrase that was becoming more and more common. She nodded to Caroline, “Your turn! Got one picked out?”
“I do,” the quiet brunette said. She turned from Kaitlyn to Elise, her lips hinting at a smile. Elise genuinely couldn’t tell if this task would be better or worse than the other two. Quiet girls could be so nice, but sometimes so vicious.
“Come on, Caroline!” Anna exclaimed. She gave Caroline a teasing shove, “You’re leaving all of us in suspense!”
“Okay, okay,” Caroline gave a slightly wider smile. “Elise.” Another suspenseful pause. And then the quiet girl said something the blonde prefect wasn't prepared for at all. “Your third task is to go commando.”
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Alice's Wonderland: Chapter 4: Breakfast [F/M 20s, femdom]
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"And skip breakfast tomorrow, for reasons!" Alice's words still echoed in my head as I found myself in front of Wonderland once again. I was rather hungry, as I usually don't skip breakfast... but I also knew that going against Alice's wishes would not be beneficial for me or my keys...
I entered the store. Alice perked up. "There you, are!" she said. "I was beginning to think you passed out from hunger on the way here!"
"Hunger, or anxiety," I replied. "You haven't even told me why I had to skip breakfast."
"I did, actually. I clearly remember saying it was for reasons," Alice said, jokingly. Her tone became more flirty as she continued, "I also recall saying I was going to unlock you today..." Alice's finger lifted her necklace again to provide visual confirmation of my chastity key still being there.
"So, what's the training task today?" I asked. Given the intensity of the dolly training, I could only imagine what she had in store for me today...
"Everything is set up in the back! Mostly, anyway," Alice replied. "Nothing public. And it won't even take that long today. You're in luck." Alice walked me to the back as we entered the employees' room once again. In the corner of the room, I saw what seemed to be a piece of bondage furniture. Leather straps attached to its legs, a padded top, and several other straps to keep one's body locked in place... it seemed that this was my training seat for the day...
Alice caught me staring at the furniture and said, "Yup, that one is yours. Your daily training sessions for the next few days will all involve bondage of sorts. You need to be trained to act like a doll. And dolls don't move on their own. So training you like this will make it easier to put on a convincing show for your friend, Tyler."
"But I thought you said you weren't going to do that?" I asked nervously.
"Well, it'll be more like a test drive, really," Alice chuckled. "I'll let him buy you, but I'll tag the box with a silent alarm directly linked to my phone. It'll go off once Tyler opens the box up. I'll give him a few hours to get his money's worth out of you, before calling him to return you, as there will have been a recall by the manufacturer. He'll return you, and get his money back, thus undoing the purchase."
"That sounds overly complicated with too many key moments that could go wrong," I said.
Alice rolled her eyes at me. "Speaking of key moments..." she began. "I don't like the way you seem to be doubting me. You shouldn't ever question your keyholder like that. I have your best interest in mind. I'm offended you question my ideas." She reached for a drawer in the room and revealed a key identical to the one around her neck.
"I would like to remind you that you only have three of these..." Alice taunted. "Well, two now." She added as she walked over to the toilets. Alice swung the door open and made sure I could see how she dropped the key into the toilet. The key splashed into the toilet water. "How's this for a key moment, sweetie?" Alice teased as she flushed the toilet with a laugh.
"Now then. Any more doubts about my plan? Or are you going to be a good doll and trust me?" Alice asked, walking back from the toilets.
"I'll be good," I whined.
"That's more like it," Alice replied. "Now, get on that bench so I can strap you down. You need to learn to get comfortable with not moving and acting like a rigid doll."
I moved into position and let Alice strap me down. "How long is today's training going to last? I'm starting to get hungry," I asked.
"Just a few hours, but don't worry. You'll be having an 'all you can eat' breakfast very soon." Alice said. Her tone was cause for concern, but there was nothing I dared to do about it. Alice finished strapping me down and walked away, only to return shortly thereafter with, what at first looked like a simplified mounted gun, just without a trigger or any ammunition slots.
Alice noticed my confusion and hushed me. "I'm still assembling it. Give me a second," she said, as she walked back to get the other parts to finish her build. The last part of her build was a 7-inch dildo, which she attached to the 'barrel of the gun'. It was only then that I realized she was setting up a fucking machine. The coin dropped. Her remarks about not eating breakfast and giving me an all-you-can-eat breakfast... How had I not seen this coming?
"I got a good look at Tyler's cock the other day and I estimate him to be about this size," Alice said, gesturing at the mounted dildo. "So, today, your training will be complete once your gag reflex stops seeing this dildo as the enemy and fully accepts it without complaint."
Alice pushed the machine into place in front of me at a slight offset and plugged in the machine. Using a knob to control the speed, the machine spun to life. The dildo moved towards me, but instead of entering my mouth, it instead ended up next to my face. Alice turned the dial back and the machine stopped. "Almost there," Alice remarked as she observed the side view of my mouth and the reach of the dildo's base. "I want you to take it all the way to the base. So I have to make sure the machine doesn't stop short and let you off easy," Alice said, as she continued to fine-tune the machine's placement.
When Alice was content with her fine-tuning, she turned the machine on again and stopped it when the dildo was fully retracted. She then adjusted it to properly line it up with my mouth. "Open up!" Alice said encouragingly. Hesitantly, I did as she asked, and Alice played with the dial to stop the dildo just as the head of the dildo entered my mouth. She then flipped a switch and said, "This switch marks the position at which the machine reverts directions. This way, your mouth will be forced open during the entire training."
"There's also an optional setting that makes the machine revert directions when it detects resistance going forwards," Alice continued. "I'll turn that on too, for now... See, I'm not all that bad! I truly care about my doll." Alice flipped the second switch and turned the speed dial to 1. "I'll even start you off easy," Alice said. "At this speed, the second it even gently touches your uvula, it will retract. It'll warm you up to accepting the feeling of something prodding and rubbing it without having to gag."
Being satisfied with her explanation, Alice started walking off, but then stopped as she reached the door. "Oh, another thing. Dolls don't look around. So try to get used to looking straight ahead... This will help," Alice said as she flipped the light switch. The room turned pitch-black. "I'll come back to check on you in half an hour! It's only going to get more intense from this point on, so try to enjoy it while it's still gentle with you."
It was hard to keep track of time, being left in a pitch-black room, with a dildo repeatedly prodding my mouth. No breaks, no rest. Seconds felt like minutes, minutes felt like hours, and no way to check a clock or even count manually as the machine was distracting to the touch, taste, and hearing. Most of my senses were simply too occupied by the machine.
Alice was right though, if I wanted to have any chance at passing as a doll and not revealing my secret, I'd need to eliminate my gag reflex. It was certainly not going to get easier, so now would be my best shot at actively trying to accept and adapt, before Alice inevitably amped up the machine.
Tap, tap, tap. The touch of the dildo against my uvula was bothersome, but not bothersome enough to cause any convulsions. I took my everything to focus on that feeling and mentally try to normalize it in hopes of my throat becoming more accepting towards the next step...
The lights came back on. "How's it going, sweetie?" Alice asked. She continued observing me for a minute before walking over to the machine. "It seems you've got this step down, at least," she said. "Let's up the speed a little bit. It'll make your reflex training a little more intense as now your uvula will feel a little more force before the dildo retracts, but at least you'll be experiencing a more natural speed... comparable to giving a sensual blowjob to a loving partner." Alice turned the dial up to 3 and added, "Imagine this machine as your 'loving partner'... imagine it as Tyler. Long for him, lust after him. Desire him. Let him explore your throat..."
With that, Alice got up and walked back over to the kitchen, fumbled around, and came back with a small attachment that she stuck on the machine. A bottle of chocolate syrup was soon hanging suspended above the dildo. Alice had opened the cap and a thin line of syrup started dripping onto the dildo.
"Consider this your lunch break," Alice said. "Make sure to suck on the dildo and work that tongue if you want to get any of it in your stomach!" She turned another dial on the machine. This one caused a break on intervals. "There," Alice said. "Now you have a fair opportunity to swallow down that lunch after every five thrusts of the machine. You're so lucky I'm a nice keyholder."
Yeah, right. 'Nice'. Did she honestly think I had already forgotten how she flushed one of my chastity keys about an hour ago?
"Well, back to your cocksucking duties, my sissy doll!" Alice teased. She blew me a kiss and turned around to leave. "Be back in half an hour. Try not to make too much of a mess!" she said, as she flipped the light switch once again and left the room.
With the machine now operating at a faster speed, it took more concentration to let myself not get bothered by the tapping of the dildo against my uvula. At least I was finally able to ingest some food, if you could even call it that. Though it was difficult to collect the syrup, it also incentivized me to lick, suck and slurp on the dildo. From a training perspective, it would help me get better at giving blowjobs, but it felt counterproductive in regard to acting like a doll, where the point is to move as little as possible.
By the time Alice came back, the syrup bottle was halfway finished. A large amount was 'successfully collected, but a noticeable amount also ended up on the floor. Alice removed the bottle and said, "Before going home, you're going to clean that up, doll." Adding insult to injury, she bent over forwards with her hands on her knees and said, as if talking to a baby, "With the mess you made having breakfast, you're more like a baby than a slut. Should I head over to the fetish section and get you a bib? Would you rather suck on a pacifier? Should I get you an adult diaper?" Despite her taunting, Alice remained in the room, observing how I handled the machine.
Satisfied, she dialed the speed back down to 1 and flipped the impact detection switch off. The machine now slowly pushed the dildo all the way down my throat. The base of the dildo hit my face. I started making gagging sounds, but I managed to keep my convulsions under control. "Ooh, very good, doll!" Alice cheered, clapping her hands. "I had somewhat expected that it would still be too early for this step, but you're taking it like a pro. Have you done this before?" She teased, knowing very well what the answer was.
Alice turned the interval dial back to 0. The machine went back to a continuous rhythm without taking breaks. "I'll give you a few minutes to adjust before putting you back up to your last speed," Alice said, carefully watching the forced deepthroats and my handling of them. "Hmm," Alice pondered. "I wonder if your friend would go easy on your throat and fuck your mouth sensually with love, or treat you like a fleshlight and pound your throat mercilessly... regardless, you need to be ready for either scenario." After a short while, Alice turned the speed dial back up to 3 and the machine picked up the pace in response.
With the machine now repeatedly forcing deepthroats on me, I quickly learned the importance of numbing the sensation of the dildo hitting my uvula. My gag reflex was constantly tested now. Thankfully the machine was still at a relatively low speed, making it, albeit barely, manageable for me to withstand the convulsions.
The lights switched off again. Alice walked off. It appeared she hadn't mentioned when she would be back this time. I would have gotten worried, if it weren't for the dildo forcing me to focus on keeping myself from gagging too much.
As if she had done this kind of training experiment before and timed it, the very minute I felt like I got used to the rhythm of the dildo, Alice appeared again. "I see you're still doing well. That's good," Alice said. "We'll still try one more speed setting for today, and then you can rest, while I, as promised, will temporarily unlock your cage so you can jerk off, or whatever it is you wanted to be uncaged for. And then, when you're ready to go back in your cage, you can go home." There was a hint of hesitation in her voice. "Unless..." Alice continued. She moved closer to inspect the cage. "No. It's still too early to switch to a smaller model," she concluded.
Alice pondered. "Okay, so how about this then," she said. "We can either stick to the aforementioned plan... or, we take an additional step of your choice, each with an additional reward... If you choose to remain locked, I'll personally help you cum using my vibrator on your cage," she said, and gently patted my cage. After which, she moved in front of me. "If you choose to allow me to turn you into a fleshlight and have the machine roughly go to town on your throat for a few minutes, I'll let you shower with me tomorrow," she continued, suggestively caressing her body through her clothing. "And if you do both," a pause filled the air. "I'll let you know the password combination I put on your phone the other day," she winked.
Alice finished her 'offer', saying, "I realize you can't really voice your answer, being throatfucked and all, so just tap with your left hand if you wish to remain locked, or with your right hand if you wish to go the extra mile on the machine..."
I weighed my options. Did I really want to take things further than I had to? On the other hand, Alice talked for quite a while, which allowed me to get used to the current speed. Maybe a few minutes at a fast speed wasn't that bad...
"Oh, and if you don't pick anything at all, I think I might just text your girlfriend to come pick you up. After we're done, of course. So maybe she wouldn't be that suspicious of you, aside from wondering why 'you' had given her number to me," Alice teased. She unlocked her phone and showed me her contact list.
There it was. Laura's phone number, listed in her contacts as 'doll's gf'... She must've copied it when she had possession of my phone when I was stuck in that box yesterday.
"Do you really want to take that risk?" Alice asked...
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Daddy Caught Me and Sister, She Let Him Join Us .
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It was about two months ago that I packed up my clothes and moved into town and got a small apartment . My family owned a huge farm , wheat and cattle and we had five or six horses.
I had been in love with my sister for awhile and I couldn't risk living with my parents. My sister , Diann and I had been sexually involved for ever it seemed. The risk of getting caught was to great ,so I left the farm .
My sisters eighteenth birthday was a wonderful turning point for her and I . She and I told Mom and Dad that Diann was moving into town , we were going to share the apartment together.
Totally confused and somewhat heartbroken our parents accepted our story that we were just sharing costs while trying city life.
My sister and I were so excited , we could now be completely naked together without hiding in the barn and fucking only when Mom and dad were gone somewhere.
My sister was beautiful , she was only 4ft 10 inches but with a very athletic body ,and over sized breasts for such a petite girl. She loved to let me take he panties off and suck and lick her sweet little pussy. My cock was totally hers , she claimed that I could keep it but technically it belongs to her . I was a good brother and always let her have her way.
She was very generous with my dick. Last summer she told the sisters that lived on the nearest farm that she got to play with her big brothers dick every chance she got. Then in a mood to tell all, she described in graphic detail how I loved to lick her cunny all the way from her asshole to her clitty , for HOURS ..!
It wasn't long before I was naked with the neighbor sisters and my hot sister. My sister had me naked with a raging hard on for the three of them to amuse themselves with in record time. We all laughed and played together as often as possible.
Then something happened one night at our apartment that totally scared the hell out of us . Diann and I were on our old second hand couch .We had a porn DVD going on as we were naked on the couch together under an old quilt. My sister was holding my hard cock , I had her legs spread, one leg over mine. I had a lot of baby oil on her pussy and was gently caressing her split lips and fingering her slowly as we kissed and watched the porn film .
I wrote the details of what happened next in a former post but the event was so taboo , out of control incestuous that my conscience made me delete the story..My sister and her friends convinced me to forget feeling guilty because everything was consensual and Damm ,it was fantasticly hot .So I gave in , this is a retelling of the events.
As my sister and I were fingering and jacking, the door to our apartment was slammed open and our Father stepped in front of the couch and jerked the blanket off us.He stood with a shocked expression on his face as he looked at my fingers in his daughters naked pussy and her small hand rapidly release my engorged cock.He slammed the door closed and while looking at us he says "I've always suspected that there was something going on between you two ."
My sister started crying and covered her pussy with her hands , Daddy slowly sat beside her and put his arm around her small shakeing shoulders. She was between Daddy and me with her breasts bouncing a little as she sobbed. Daddy whispered " baby girl stop crying , please listen to me ", he leaned down and began kissing the tears from her face.
"I'm not angry with either one of you honey , please stop crying and listen to your Daddy sweet heart " Diann looked from me to Dad ," really ? you don't think I'm a slut or something ? we are in love daddy and we aren't hurting anyone " Are you really not mad , are you going to tell Mommy ? Oh daddy please don't tell her ? "
No baby girl , the secret will always be safe , he says " now I have a confession to share , as he is saying that , I watched his big weathered hand slide up my sisters inner thigh and rest on her small hand . Her hand was covering her recently waxed bald pussy . She quickly looked up to his face then back at her cunny , " daddy , what are you... his fingers pushed her hand to the side and now were softly caressing her puffy cunnys lips .
In a deep whisper Daddy says " oh baby girl , your daddy has always wanted to touch you down here , and I dreamed of kissing your prescious pussy when you grew up , Please honey let Daddy touch you ? " Really daddy ? , I've had naughty dreams about you accidentally seeing me naked...it made me so wet daddy.." she is smiling at him and I noticed her legs spreading wider for Daddy's big hand.
Diann looked at me in a questioning way , as if to seek my approval.I grinned at her and at our Father and said" I think our Daddy deserves to be happy, and I'm all for it , but it's your decision honey .
Diann moved a little and put her head on my lap , she swung her legs up and now she was completely spread wide open next to Daddy, the over head light was shining on her glistening wet hot pink pussy . she says " thank you daddy for wanting me , please daddy , please touch me here , she was holding her cunny lips apart with her fingers..
Daddy dropped to his knees in front of her on the couch and his face went to his daughters excited cunny .He began kissing and licking her from her dainty little asshole up through her wet folds..My sister was moaning and her legs were twitching and bucking uncontrollably as daddy ate her pussy, OMG daddy! don't stop...
Daddy stood and down his pants went in a flash , my sister and I stared at his huge vein covered hard dick , he got on his knees on the couch between her legs and started rubbing the precum head on her cunt , up and down through her cunnys lips faster and faster, my sister was jumping her ass up to meet his melted steel hot dick..
She cried out, oh daddy daddy! I'm cumming, she began squirting all over his cock and balls.. " Oh fuck baby girl" he hissed as milky hot cum shot all over her , rope after rope ..I got splashed by being so close...
It was the most intense thing I had ever watched . After they recovered thier normal breathing , my sister says to both of us ," daddy and big brother , ? I love you both so much , can we do this stuff again.. and maybe more things ? " Daddy and I smiled at her and Dad spoke us both when he whispered " we are going to always make you happy baby girl" and he and I both kissed her cheeks.
( All characters are over 18 years old)
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[M/s] My son is pitching tents (Update 3)
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Hello
It’s really nice to update again. I feel such an obligation to say thank you for all of the kind feedback. After the initial comments, the feedback here has been so uplifting and I appreciate it so much. I want you to know that I don’t plan on updating unless I feel like I’m reporting something new. I apologize in advance for the length of this post in particular. I didn’t mean to prattle on so long.
My son and I have continued sharing little pecks and kisses since I wrote my last update, though not much else of note has happened otherwise. I really don’t want to push him at all but instead let him be the driving force in this so that we move at a pace he can handle and I’m happy to say that Thursday night he took a really a big step forward. Perhaps too big.
The exciting occasion was a product of him asking me if I could teach him to dance. I’m no dancer but I know enough to survive when asked. I’ve never taught him how to dance and it’s a really nice skill to have in your back-pocket, especially since he's at that age when he’ll start dating a lot. I told him I’d be happy to teach him and since his brother is usually gone to his friend’s place on Thursday evenings, I told him we’d make it like a date and I’d teach him what I could.
In the evening, after he’d finished some homework, I asked him to move a few pieces of furniture so we would have room to dance after dinner before I had him change into something nicer than his current outfit. I really wanted him to gain experience of what a date should feel like. I, on the other hand, had a devil of a time picking out what to wear, so I decided I’d let him choose. I had him come in my room after he’d changed and went behind my screen to try on a few different options for him. This isn’t entirely new for us, though usually when he’s in my room when I’m changing, it’s not because I invited him in. I also thought it would serve us well if I left my light on so he could see my silhouette against the screen better, which made my stomach bounce with butterflies.
The first was a nasty brown thing a previous boyfriend of mine doted on me which we both agreed wouldn’t do. I went back behind the screen to change and made sure to accentuate my movements to give him a little show before showing him another, which he really liked but it is closer to a summer dress than something for a night out. I saved the best for last, putting on a form fitting, long-sleeved dress with a deep v-cut down the back so that he would have a little view of me while also not making myself entirely obvious.
I stepped out and I had to fight an urge to giggle when I saw his jaw drop and before I’d given him a chance to have a good look he blurted out “that one!” The feeling of him enjoying my body made me want to hide, jump and lunge at him all at once. Instead, I flashed him a smile and gave him a half turn before giving a full turn the opposite direction and asked if he was sure, to which he gave a decisive affirmative. I had him take my arm to walk me to the dining room and I felt so bad for him, as I could tell his body was already reacting to me and he was having difficulty hiding it. I pecked his cheek and told him to breath and the reassurance seemed to calm him a bit.
The dinner itself was really lovely, simple as it was, and once he’d sat down I could feel him relax and we ended up having a delightful conversation, only experiencing an awkward moment near the end when I could tell he didn’t know what to do next. I leaned forward and whispered, as if someone might overhear me instruct him, telling him that he would have to ask me to dance and in his best “adulting” voice, he stood up and asked if I would care to dance, extending his hand like a gentleman should. I made sure to play along and said yes and let him walk me over to “the floor.”
I put on one of my daddy’s old records before I had him take my hand in his and placed my hand on the arm he wrapped around my back. Feeling his hand on my naked back in the context was so exciting and, as if I was a once again a girl trying to flirt for the first time, I stuttered my way through the instructions. I decided I would show him two dances; one, a simple box step and then the traditional slow dance. We both struggled a lot through the first two songs and stepped on each other quite a bit but by the third we (nearly) managed to flow in the designated pattern and I’m so proud of him for sticking with it. A lot of men give up when they don’t get the hang of it immediately.
For the next dance, I pulled him closer to me, so our bodies were pressed against each other, and wrapped my arms around his neck and had him rest his hands on my hips. Without the distraction of trying to make sure we were taking the correct steps, we began naturally swaying back and forth to the music. At first, we just talked a little, letting ourselves enjoy the simplicity of the dance but as we relaxed, the air grew thicker and thicker with anticipation, as if our brains were synced and understood the possibilities the intimate stance provided. Soon, I felt I should look down or away from him, since we were standing so close together but eventually, our eyes stayed locked together as we moved. I couldn’t not think of his body pressed against mine, his strong hands gripping my hips and began imagining where they could go and for the first time since he initially saw me in my dress, I felt his arousal start pressing against my abdomen. The feeling made me jolt forward on him and to my surprise, his hands moved to steady me, which coincidently meant they moved further down my hips, nearly grabbing my butt.
With each minute, our breaths got deeper and the swaying slowed almost to a stop when I felt him pull his hips back and then drive them up on me slowly, pressing his erection along my abdomen. I inhaled deeply and clasped his neck for support. He asked me if he was doing it right, with a twinge of uncertainty in his voice. I didn’t know if he was talking about dancing anymore but I managed an “mmm-hmm” and pecked his cheek and then kissed his jaw. I felt him shiver before his hands moved lower and took generous grasps of my asscheeks as he drove his hips into me again. My brain had become so drunk on the tension and the increasing heat between my legs that I met his third thrust by pressing my hips forward and began gently kissing his face and his lips over and over.
Whatever pretenses would be necessary to pass this off as dancing would have to wait but, in the moment, we both began grinding our pelvises into one another and locked our lips together. I opened my mouth and let my tongue journey between his lips for the first time, which made him jump but rather than back away or slow down, his hips moved faster and his tongue met mine. The feeling was too erotic and while I’m not a moaner, I am a wheezer, and I began squeaking between the increasingly intimate kisses.
Between the sensations over our clothes, the sensuality, the taboo, the recklessness, my body started to signal unholy release but the magic ended before I got there. I felt my son begin to speed his thrusts and moan with each one before grabbing me firmly in place and groaned in that familiar tone. He thrust a couple more times and I closed my eyes as I felt him filling his pants with his semen. The next few moments we just stood still in awkwardness before I told him I needed to clean up dinner and he should go finish any homework he had left and we both beat a hasty retreat.
To be clear, I hadn’t foreseen the night becoming that erotic. It was actually very romantic and it developed into more than I anticipated. We talked the next morning and we didn’t bring it up except that I said we “danced very hard.” To that he asked if we could dance again this upcoming week and I told him I would think about it.
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We always disagreed on one subject and it was a UK vs USA thing. (Fun)
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The biggest disagreement we ever had was more a battle of the sexes.
Anna thought UK women were the best and I thought USA women were the best (Still do) Part of her argument was that my sister made her cum more than any American woman had, I countered that by reminding her that she had taught my sister all the moves because my sister had never been with a woman before. She countered that by saying that two English girls who had been on holiday who we both had fun with also made her cum more than any American woman, this argument I won when I told her that she had a permanent girlfriend who was American and she always sent Anna wild. Her response "Yes but she doesn't count because she isn't a casual sex partner" OK maybe I didn't win the argument but I was close.
She did concede though that I seem to be more energetic when having sex with other American women instead of English ones. I told her the reason why, American women just enjoy sex and let you know exactly what they like and are more open to experiment, plus American women are more beautiful or I wouldn't have been with her.
It was men that caused the biggest issue though, she has fucked English guys, American guys and some other nationalities that didn't make it into the top 2. American guys are more aggressive and English guys are more caring and sensual. I then reminded her that when my buddies came over they fucked her til she passed out, "True and they carried on fucking me when I was out cold" she replied adding that my buddies were also a little more adventurous and a lot more dirty with their ideas. Then there was my dad, according to her "I loved when your dad groped me every opportunity he had and that the first time he ever saw me was with your cock buried in me. I loved how he tried to put me off when I was playing a shot my putting his finger on my pussy so I think he may have been pretty aggressive with me" That shocked me a little how she was suggesting she could get my dad to fuck her in the way she loves to be taken from time to time. She preferred sucking English cock to American cock I was the opposite, I found American cock more appealing. Even though we had both had both white and black cock we both preferred white cock.
Where we totally agreed though was trans women, we both loved sex with trans women. Trans women are sexy, they are passionate, they are loving and they are so much more than anyone else we have shared our bed or experiences with. We only had maybe 4 threesomes with trans women but we also had one on ones with trans women and we both enjoyed them so much, it's almost as if we would be happy to have a Poly relationship with a trans woman but not with any other.
So with our differences what made us the perfect match. She said "You are the perfect mix of Englishman and American, you can switch from perfect gentleman to aggressive in a heartbeat, and you experiment more than any man I have known" For me though she was the perfect woman, the adventurous side the wild side and demanding that sex is done to give her maximum pleasure. Also in her words she stated "You will never fuck any other woman than an American woman because you are just right for them and them for you" She was right.
Now this post is boring I know that but this had been going round in my head for a couple of days now. Maybe it's because it's close to the anniversary of her passing or maybe because I still think about her every day, hence why I post the real life accounts of our time together. Who knows, I know some of you enjoy the stories and if they help you get off or even give you ideas for your own relationships I am happy that we can be of help.
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How my bf [M] convinced me to let him eat my ass [F]
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At the beginning of our relationship I was very against any anal play. I had always heard terrible things about it, and had witnessed first hand the stigma against the people that enjoyed it.
My partner played it really smart, he asked me in the 'getting to know each other' part, and since my response was negative he didn't push the subject for a long time. He has now confessed that he's fantasized with my ass this whole time, from when he first had me doggy style and could get a good look at my pink little hole. Anyway, a couple of years into the relationship he started casually bringing it up, we've always had an amazing communication, and have never been shy to discuss our sex life. But it was always like 'I want to fuck your ass, but I want you to love it' , and my response would be something like 'I don't think I can like that', he'd always end it with a form of 'Someday I'll make u like it'.
We continued building our sex life, we added toys, roleplay, choking, spanking. But anal always remained this fantasy, just floating on the air above us, unreached. And then he finally said it, he said he wanted to eat my ass. It caught me completely off guard to be honest. I had only ever seen it once on a Sasha Grey vid, and that was probably 1 of the total 5 porn videos I had seen in my life. So I didn't give him an answer right away, I needed to think about it.
After some research, I thought that it was the kind of thing men want to do only because they saw it on a porn. Not because they really have a desire to do so. A lot of guys do many things for the 'performance' aspect of sex, and not the real pleasure. So I said I wasn't sure about it, to be honest I didn't think he actually wanted to do it.
It took him months to finally convince me that the mere thought of eating my ass made him hard. That he was dying to do this. So I gave in, with absolutely zero expectations for pleasure on my end.
So I do all the necessary prep, I put on my sexiest lingerie and embrace this mystical dream that has been there for so long, I'm finally doing it. He makes sure to relax my whole body, by kissing every inch of it. His wet lips and tongue travel from my earlobe to my unguarded neck, he bites making my skin heat up, to immediately lick the hurt and make it better. All my nerve endings are aroused, and I can feel the smoothness of his chest, the roughness of his beard and the hardness of his cock.
He puts my nipples on his hot mouth, it feels amazingly wet. He licks the tip of my nips so softly, just to press them between his lips after and make me moan out loud. He has me gasping for breath and pulling on his hair, and he hasn't even taken my thong out.
When he does, my pussy is dripping wet and I'm all in favour of him just fucking me raw then and there. But I don't always get my way, he's determined to give me an orgasm with his mouth before he even flips me over. I'm waiting for him when I feel his whole tongue, flat out and so wet, he licks me from beneath all the way up to my clit. I scream over the impression and he just relishes and takes another taste. He eats my pussy like it's his favorite dessert, and the last piece of it too. I try grabbing on to the sheets, to his hair, I scratch his shoulders and moan at the top of my lungs as I finally cumm to the vibration of his groaning on my pussy.
I'm trying to catch my breath and still shaking from the intense orgasm, when he turns me over, grabs me by the hips, and places my ass conveniently up to his face 'Babe, wait...' I can't get another word out, the feeling of his soft, warm and wet tongue on my tight hole made me lose my balance. Luckily, he was holding as much of my ass as he could and pressing it towards his face. I felt it on my whole body, it travelled through the same electric currents as the orgasm had just stroked me with. I moaned, and he did it again. I couldn't describe the pleasure, it was something I had never felt before. My whole pelvis was so sensitive and aroused still, that every time his tongue teased my entrance I could feel waves of pleasure running through my body. And when the tip on his tongue wandered inside of me I lost it and started to move and press in different motions. His hands grabbing on my ass so tightly, his whole face buried between my ass cheeks. He ate my ass like it was the single most delicious thing on this planet. I came so hard to his tongue teasing the upper part of my inside, it was amazing. He kept it pretty surface level, since it was my first time. But I can never forget how it felt the first time he ate my ass. Since then, he has gotten bolder and bolder, and so have I. He puts his entire tongue inside of me, and fucks my ass with it while I play with my clit. This double stimulation makes me squirt 90% of the time, and the orgasms are the most intense I have ever felt.
Nowadays, I still haven't done anal, but if it's anything like rimming, I'm sure I'll love it one day. Also, eating my ass is a requirement now during foreplay 🤷♀️
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High and Horny. : Me [F] 30 and my coworker, Jeff [M] 45 PART 2
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It is a small apartment but it feels cozy. He has some gaming posters on the walls, anime figures and mangas on his shelves, and a cozy looking couch in front of a huge tv. He comes back with water and as I drink, he sits on the couch and tells me to come over. I put my cup down and walk over towards him. I straddle him on the couch and look down at him as his hands squeeze my ass under my dress. My dress is one of those wrap and tie ones, so as soon as I untie it, it all comes off. Im in nothing but my thong in front of my coworker crush. He grabs my breasts with both hands and puts them in his mouth. He sucks and licks around my nipples and tries to fit as much of my boobs in his mouth. I’m so horny and it’s been so long since I’ve been with a man that I think I could orgasm like this if he did it for long enough. I’m soaking at this point and I need him inside me. I pull his shirt off and get on my knees on the floor to pull down his pants with his briefs. His large cock pops out very hard and happy to see me. As soon as I put my hands on it and lick around the head, Jeff lets out a little “mmmmmm.” I tease him and go slow with my movements so I can really turn him on. I slowly split on it and he watches it drip down. I work my way up to a faster speed of rubbing his dick with one hand, massaging his balls with another, and licking and sucking the tip. He lets out a “fuuuuuck” and then gathers my hair up with his hands. He grabs my head with both hands to push me down lower and lower. I gag deep throating him a couple times and when I pull out there are strings of pre cum and spit dripping down my chin on to my breasts.
I straddle him again and slide his big hard cock into me. We both moan as it goes in. It feels like the most amazing thing ever. Because I was waiting so long for this, my pussy is clenched tightly around his cock. I thrust into him and as I ride him he sucks more on my tits cleaning up the juices. He helps me ride faster and faster and I think within 5 minutes or less I release a deep, body shaking orgasm. I have him as deep inside me as I can and it feels so good I don’t want to move. He puts his hands around my face and says “you look so hott right now” i giggle and tell him “hehehe I want to feel your cum on me.” He picks me up and easily carries me to his hedroom. He plops me on the bed and tells me to lay face down. I cuddle a pillow and get cozy waiting for his cock to slide into me in prone, but suddenly he spreads my legs apart and pulls me slightly up to meet his tongue. He starts lightly licking around my asshole which makes me moan louder than ever, then makes his way down to lick my pussy and flicks around my clit. I can’t help but be loud because it feels so goood and it reassures him to keep going.
I wonder if all older guys are better at oral since they have had more years to experience. I’ve been really missing out on older people apparently hehehe. He flicks my tongue and lightly sucks on my lips and tongue fucks my holes and I orgasm a second time, deeper than the last, more intense than the last, and my body is honestly tired now. But he’s not done.
He flips me over, pulls my legs up on his shoulders and immediately starts pounding me. He was also waiting a while, so I think he needed his release. He was pounding for what felt like forever. I was feeling incredibly sore but he was less painful once I started rubbing my clit too. I begged him “please cum on me” “anywhere you want.” He says “i’ve had a vasectomy” and I respond “then please cum in me” “i want you too” and that was enough for him to release and thrust himself as far into me as he could. He stops moving but my pussy is still pulsating so it makes his dick sensitive as he finishes.
He pulls out and comes back up to kiss me before laying down to catch his breath. He opens his arm so I can snuggle into his chest.
I realize I have fallen asleep on him. I slowly roll away from him to check my phone and it’s 2 am. Holy moly I need to go home. I try to slowly get off the bed but it creeks at the edge and wakes Jeff up. He rolls over and grabs my hand and says “hey where are you going? I reply “we fell asleep, it’s 2 am. Im going home” he says “no its the weekend. Please stay the night” i look at him and get on to the bed again. He rolls me over towards the center of the bed and starts to squeeze and kiss my breasts. “Mmmmm” he says “ I can’t believe you’re in my bed.” I giggle and pull his head towards me to kiss me. I feel tingly between my legs again and I realize Im extra wet because he came in me earlier and we immediately fell asleep. He reaches down and plays with my pussy with his fingers which slowly arouses me. He kisses down my neck and then moves to my nipples. He licks and sucks and licks and sucks while fingering me. I can hear the gushy sounds because of all the juices in me. He goes faster and faster until my body shakes into another orgasm. He plays with me from inside my pussy making me quiver from the sensitivity. We go back to laying next to each other while catching our breaths before cleaning up in the shower and passing out.
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(M30) Guys trip in Vegas
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Last year me and some friends went out to Vegas for a long weekend. The week before I set my tinder profile to Vegas so I could see if I could match with anyone. It didn’t take long.
I matched with a Hispanic woman that was going to be in Vegas the same days I was there. She frequently went to Vegas with her friends but was doing a solo trip for the first time. She frequented Vegas enough she had a suite at one of the casinos that she booked with points. I told her I was going to be there for a guys weekend and how I couldn’t wait for the break from work. She told me that she was looking forward to a weekend in Vegas without her girl friends holding her back.
She was 43 and we didn’t chat long texting each other before we started sexting and sharing nudes. We both couldn’t wait to get our hands on each other. The weekend finally came and I got checked into the hotel that me and the guys were staying at. We went out that first night and I texted her to find out where she was. I left the guys and went to her casino to hang out. I never mentioned to her that I was married so I took my ring off and put it on my key chain. I met up with her and we immediately went up to her room to fuck. We had so much sexual tension built up we needed to let it out. It was a quick fuck. We both didn’t last long. About 5 minutes and she was having a full body shaking orgasm which made me cum I pulled out and filled the condom up.
She wanted to go out dancing so we got dressed and headed to a club. We stayed out till about 4 am and we’re both exhausted. I headed back to her hotel for the night. As exhausted as we were we were still horny for each other. We got back to her hotel and I licked and sucked on her pussy until she came the first time. Then she sucked my cock until I came in her mouth. She swallowed it and we started fucking again. This time no condom. I was drunk and wanted to feel as much as I could. She was so sexy. The way she moved her hips, called me papi while we fucked. About 30 minutes into it she pulled me out of her pussy, wrapped her fingers around me and slid it in her ass. She slid it in slow at first. There was so much pre cum and her cum on my cock after a few slow thrusts I started fucking her ass hard. It wasn’t long before she was saying “fill my ass up with your cum papi.” And my god I did. I filled her tight ass up so much.
The next day she wanted to go to her hotel pool. So I headed back to my hotel. Not long after I got there she sent me a selfie of her laying by the pool with some girl saying “when are you cumming back”. I threw on my swim suit so fast and headed back to her place and up to the pool. When I got there she and the girl from the selfie (a short blonde probably in her early 20s) were making out in the pool. I hopped in and walked up to them. She greeted me “mmm hey papi” then leaned back to the girl and said “this is him”. They both sat in my lap in the pool and we chatted for a while. I think about 2 hours passed before she wanted us to come back to her room with her.
We got up to her room and it was on. All three of us were soaking wet from the pool. Wet hair. Wet bathing suits. We got in the room and they both started making out with each other. I went in her kitchenette and made a margarita. Went back over by the bed and they were both out of their swim suits. She was licking the new girls pussy and I made eye contact with the new girl and she motioned me over with her fingers. I got over there and she pulled my shorts down and started sucking my cock. Not long after my friend started sucking too. The new girl bent over on all 4s and stuck her ass out and my friend inserted my cock for me. We went back and forth like that for about an hour before I came. They both got on their knees and opened their mouths. I came on both of their faces and they licked it off of each other while making out.
I was still hard and sat back stroking my cock watching the two of them. Things got intense and they started 69ing and scissoring until they both came a few times. I told them I was about to cum again and the new girl straddled me and started riding me. She said “I’m on the pill. Fill me up so momma can lick it out” I’ve never cum so fast in my life. I came inside her and she sad back on the bed while my friend cleaned her up.
I got dressed and headed back to meet up with the guys. I didn’t see her again but I texted her when I got home telling her how much fun I had. I felt a little guilty and told her I am married. She said “I thought so married guys always fuck better”
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[F] A night where I fulfilled not just my fuck buddy’s but also someone random’s wild fantasy by risking it all
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People have asked me before - “What if the driver makes a move on you?”. This incident is of when we made the driver make a move.
Its an incident over two days actually - with the same fuck buddy but different cab drivers. He has shared me around before as well - so wasn’t all that new to him or me.
Day 1 was a bit of a bummer - something we didn’t expect. The driver didn’t like what we were doing in his back seat. He literally stopped the car after a while with his cock up my throat. Even after offering money- he wasn’t up for it and asked us to book another cab. He looks at me says “This cab is not a brothel for whores” (in hindi) - which got us both a bit angry but he had the right - and we got out.
We ended up going back to his place for a quickie that night.
The next day - I was back in Gurgaon for work - and my buddy also stays in Gurgaon. I again met my friend after work for drinks - and this time we got drunk a bit more. We canceled 3 cabs - before finally booking one with a young driver who looked the absolutely perfect fit - for the act. Nervous but excited.
We paid our bill and walked towards the cab pick-up area. My friend was laughing looking at me - seeing the spring in my stride. Maybe it was the drinks or the expectation.
Anyway - the cab arrived and the driver was much better looking than the small photo I had seen of him. The filth of his cab and excitement was turning me on even more - as I started kissing my friend as soon as he drove.
We were full on making out - with one of my leg on top of his - his hands had pulled my skirt up from behind and I was kissing my friend with my ass exposed for the driver to see (if he tried to look). My friend whispered to me “You have already started Bitch”.
And suddenly we hear the driver say - “Should I increase the air conditioning?”. I knew what he meant and how he meant it - to which my friend laughed and said - “Yeah increase a bit”.
I got on top of my friend - I started grinding on his cock and kissing him. After a while, he unzips himself - and was now fucking me in the backseat of the car as the driver drove around. It was dark but the roads weren’t empty - so being seen by others was a genuine concern - and the driver says-
“Put these screens on the side windows. Somebody might see you both” and hands over 2 black screen to stick onto the windows. My friend stuck them while I was still riding him.
And now my friend says “You are enjoying the show right?”
Driver says “Sir - not the first time I am seeing couples do things but yes first time watching someone do this”
My friend “You’ll get a tip don’t worry”
Driver “Sir tip is nice - but can I touch her?”
I responded instead of him - “Yes. Touch me”
Driver - still driving - but definitely much slower now - bends his hand backward and touches my ass - both cheeks lightly. Surely he was nervous and he stopped.
My friend says “What happened? That’s it?”
Driver says “Sir I don’t want to offend you wife”
My friend “Wife? Haha. Her husband is home - she is my friend”. Driver was surely shocked.
My Friend “She’ll be your friend too? Want to be?”
Driver “Sir what are you saying? Definitely”
I am still riding him - my friend’s cock deep inside me and I was getting turned on by this conversation.
My Friend “Touch her ass again”
And the driver didn’t need an invitation and he moved his left hand behind and got a good feel of my ass this time. He didn’t move his hand away this time and moved his finger to my crack - running his fingers on my asshole and filled up pussy. I was now jumping harder than me.
He had cummed inside me - but I was still riding him - enjoying the driver’s long finger in my ass.
I got off him - and was now my turn to touch the driver who was raging hard under his pants. I could peep in front and see his cock - popping out of his pant’s zip - dripping with pre-cum. My friend says to driver “Do you want to go somewhere for fun?” and obviously the driver said YES.
We had already decided that if it comes to the place - my friend would take us to his storage unit/godown (used for his business) in Noida (where I stay)
As I sat on the backseat - my boobs out of my top - my friend playing and showing it off - I moved my hand to the driver’s pants. His cock was out of the zip - literally dripping with a thick bush. I yanked it a bit and poof - no prior warning - he splashed all over. Spurts of cum on his steering wheel, his pants and my hands as I kept rubbing his cock while he groaned so loud. He let out a huge moan and groan and abuses as his balls were drained by me.
My friend gave him the location on his phone - which we reached in next 15-20 minutes and my friend made us follow him to the closed basement.
My friend sat down on one the chairs there while me and the driver kissed for the first time. His boner was again evident from his flimsy pants - as I got on my knees and pulled his pants down in one go. His cock was now staring at me as I gave a gentle lick on it.
My friend said “Has anyone sucked you before?” To which he said No.
I think that excited me much more than it excited him - as I swallowed his entire cock - with thick bush. The smell of his dirty cock was turning me more as his hands were now literally pushing my head into his cock - almost like face fucking me.
His legs were literally shaking when my friend says “Enough with your face - make him fuck your ass now”
I got up and turned my ass to him - bending all the way down - literally opened my ass crack up for him - widening my asshole for his cock to slip in - just following instructions from my friend. I was waiting to be gaped.
My friend said “Just spit on her hole and enter” and that’s exactly what he did. I felt the wetness and stickiness of his spit in my hole as he slowly entered my ass. Oh my eyes rolled and how - I groaned out so loud that driver thought he had ripped me apart so pulled his cock out.
My friend again said “Dont worry. She is used to it” and he goes again - this time I could feel his thighs hitting my ass - he was all the way in and I was groaning and screaming loud. My friend got up - and dropped his pants in front of me as I was facing the ground. He gets my face up - and shoves his semi-hard cock in my mouth. The driver was going mercilessly now - not caring about my muffled screams now. He goes on for a fairly long time - before finally ejaculating inside my ass - almost coordinating with my friend who had sprayed all over my face. Oh my god - what a mess I was as I sat down on the dirty ground - trying to catch my breathe.
Driver says “Always wanted to fuck someone’s ass”
I licked the driver off again - as instructed by my friend again. His cock - smelling of his cum and my ass - I could taste my ass on his cock but it didn’t matter as I licked his cock and balls clean.
More happened but that’s for later maybe?
- R
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[F/D] I think my dad has a crush on me update 11.
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Merry Christmas. I hope you had a great Christmas. It has been a while since the last time I posted something. Sorry about that but my guess is you would rather read about the exciting stuff instead of just reading about the daily starfish missionary. So here is a little update from Christmas. I would have posted this sooner, but it's impossible to get dad off my back.
On Christmas morning, I was sleeping in late. When I finally woke up, I lay in bed looking at my phone, mentally preparing for the day. Dad must have heard my giggling because soon after he came in with breakfast for me.
As I was eating, he sat down, at the end of my bed. He began to rub my feet as we talked about the busy day ahead of us. Well to be precise my busy day. I had a lot of food to prepare.
Slowly his hands ran up my legs underneath the blanket.
"Since you are down there, you might as well put some lotion on my legs," I said to him. He didn't hesitate running to the bathroom for the lotion. When he came back, I pulled off my cover, revealing my night getup. I was wearing a white nightshirt that was barely covering my white panties.
Dad began to lotion me up slowly, working up from my feet to my legs and finally to my thighs. All while his attention was fixating on my panties like the eyes of a hawk fixating on its prey. His hand got closer and closer until he was gently touching my pussy through my panties.
"Your panties are soaked." He mentioned as he grabbed the sides and pulled them down. He wasn't lying. It was a good massage that turned up the heat.
"We can't have you catching a cold." He continued after pulling them off. He is so corny sometimes, but it is good that he looks after me.
He began kissing my legs, slowly making his way up. When he was about to go down on me I sat up in the bed. He gave me a confused look. I stood out of the bed and told him, "later I had a lot to do."
As I walked past him. He took my hand and pulled me on top of him. He wraps my legs around himself before placing his hands on my ass and pushing me forward toward him. My naked pussy was now resting on his pants bulge.
"Really this can't wait," I asked. He shook his head. I warped my arms around him and played a little with his hair.
We had deep eye contact with our faces only a few cm away from each other. We began to kiss. He unzipped his pants and out jumped his hard cock that landed on my wet pussy. He began to rub it against my pussy lips. Even though I was filled with euphoria I still managed to separate away from him.
"Didn't you forget something?" I asked it in my most judging tone while giving him a look that said don't you dare do it.
"Oh sorry," he muttered before leaning over to my nightstand where he pulled out a condom.
To those who don't know me. I'm a fanatic about using condoms, and sometimes in the moment, he needs a reminder about that.
While he messed around in my nightstand I unbuttoned my shirt and let my breast fall out. When his attention returned to me, he let out a big goofy smile.
"Amazing" he whispered before burying his head into them. His beard tickled my nipples as he went back and forth to kiss them.
While still holding the condom, his hand returned to my ass. It seems that I accidentally distracted
him. Typical I have to do everything myself.
I reached back and got the condom out of his hand. I then proceeded to put it on his dick. It felt wet idk if it was precum or my pussy juice most likely a combo. As I put my hand back on his neck he didn't hesitate to put his cock inside of me. Slowly he began rocking me back and forth while suckling on my breasts.
I put my head on his shoulder his breathing became heavier while I was panting and moaning right into his ear. Moving around I placed my forehead on his. We were eye-grazing each other as I was grinding my clit on his body. Soon it wasn't enough for me so I had to rub it with my finger. I got closer and closer and eventually let out a scream right into his ear. It didn't seem to anger him only made him work harder. Shortly after he himself let out a huge moan as he was cumming.
I could feel the condom getting bigger inside of me as he gave a few last heavy trust while hugging me even tighter. After that, our eyes met again, and we kissed each other. I folded my legs back and pushed him down onto my bed.
As I got up I realized my legs were numb, and I fell right back onto my dad's chest. Who then proceeded to pet my head calling me a good girl.
As he got limp the content of the condom spilled out making a sticky mess on both of us. After regaining feeling in my legs I took a few tissues and cleaned up dad and myself. Afterward, I took a quick shower and was finally able to prepare our Christmas dinner.
For the second part of that day. After dinner and dessert, we exchange gifts and watched some Christmas shows on the tv. Before going to bed we managed to make love one more time. Though it was less sexy since we were both stuffed from the big dinner.
Thanks for reading and have a great new year.
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[G] Downsides of incest
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Hi, it’s your stupid rude idiot again. I’m trying to post this portion of a post again cause I think it’s good advice and could spark interesting conversation.
I’ve seen so many posts where people are like my relation saw me naked (accidentally) or I want this certain family member etc. I just want to try and give these and many other people some information from a position of experience so they can go in to this with their eyes wide open.
I suppose before I go on I’ll clarify my own position on all of this, to an extent I am obviously pro incest I think any of you people that have experienced this miracle that I have are the luckiest people in the world. Ideal no it’s a rocky path as I’m about to explain but still in my opinion a road worth travelling. Yet I worry as I will state in a later point how do we stop the excesses. I’m aware we have parallels with the lgbt+ community yet I have no answer to the possible bad that could come of normalising us. This is also why I would welcome this discussion
So from my own experience (apart from my sister being super high strung but that’s just personality). You are alone, this sub may help, yet for the most part the people you want to scream out the highs to and get advice for the lows from can never know. It’s too risky to tell them you can’t know how they’ll react and even more so if it’s illegal where you are.
It’s often illegal, yes I know there are places it isn’t but often moving is impractical plus you’d be abandoning everyone you care about. Plus the places that it is illegal you often face the risk of jail time or worse. Then you would have to face the consequences of the stigma plus being a convicted criminal.
You often can’t go back, so especially in my case I always worry that if it gets too much for my sister I’d lose her for good and a good chunk of my family. Relationships fail all the time and can do in this case. Yet the split is often a lot more devastating as if you do make a clean break someone you cared about in other ways is gone for good or you’re forced to see them when you wish you didn’t.
Jealousy, most of you from the perspective of everyone else are single. If you get set up by a friend you may have to play along, if you are attractive you may get hit on. My sisters main problem in our relationship is my ex cause I could potentially have an out in the open relationship with her even tho she’s years out of the picture.
Then finally and it’s the one that I always get argued with about. It’s very open to abuse. No not all incest relationship are abusive I’m in one (well not the abuse I’m talking about plus advice on here has helped me address my sisters issues). Most often abusers are in a position of trust and or power, who has that more than family? My sister even worries she somehow influenced my due to our age gap. We got together in my late 30’s and her late 40’s so it’s silly but she still had the thought.
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One of my first college FWBs just became single and I fucked him later that day [23F]
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my FWB and I met last year at the bars in my college town. We became friendly and eventually we started hooking up pretty frequently. He ended up becoming my main FWB for a while before he got a girlfriend. They dated for about 7 months before breaking up last Sunday. Monday morning (yesterday) he texts me and we talk before he lets me know that he’s single and wants me to come over. I can’t pass up the opportunity to fuck him again so I said yes!
So last night I drive to his place and chat with his roommates before we head to his room a few minutes later. Pretty much right away I’m on my knees giving him a blowjob and sucking his balls. I gave him a good, sloppy blowjob before getting on top and riding him. His dick is better than I remember and I make myself cum in a few minutes. Once I came for the first time I was all his. He told me to get into doggy and I let him fuck me balls deep for as long as he wanted. I started to struggle and shake a little bit by this point. Once he’s done in doggy we went to missionary and I had my legs on his shoulders just taking his dick. He was relentless and I told him I was going to cum again. His roommates definitely heard me say that I was going to cum- oops. I ended up cumming again before he pulled out and came all over my tits and stomach.
This morning we woke up early so we could fuck again. I basically just laid there as he had his way with me and ended up cumming on my ass. I can’t wait to see him again!
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[C/C] I (20M) having sex with my (19F) cousin
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My cousin’s family went on a cruise and for some reason, she decided not to go so she stayed with me. She was in my apartment for like 2 weeks during that time we decided to explore our kinks.
The first few days we didn’t do anything crazy. We did anal again some rougher sex. On the 4th day was when we decided to go a little further. We went to a sex store and bought a lot of toys, candles, and ropes.
Then we headed to my place to try them. So I tied her up to the kitchen table with a gag and started smacking her ass, tits, and pussy. Then I took out a brand new whip that she chose and started with some slight hits, but through the gag, she ask to get hit harder which I did. After that, I went to get one of the candles and started wax play. I poured the hot wax on her tits, ass, and feet.
Throughout all that, she came several times but nothing beats going from her ass to her pussy with a lot of lube one of the best experiences I have had.
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A welcome interruption. [M29. F29] [softcore] [oral] [sneaking] [during a zoom meeting!!]
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Authors note: Looking for some honest feedback!! Give me your thoughts and recommendations!!
she's on a zoom call... wearing a dress sitting at the kitchen table.
Ankles crossed under the table, the meeting seemed to go on for hours. The content was in important and she stared longingly out the window at the warm midday sun.
One hand on her empty coffee mug, the other supporting her chin, she tuned out the monotonous presenter and thought about her partner, and the night before…
As she gazed out the window remembering, she heard the metal on metal of the key being pushed into the front door lock. The handle clicked and she heard footsteps.
She put one finger to her lips as her partner walked into the room and put his bag down.
She pointed at the computer and off camera mimed a puppet.
He grinned and nodded. She shifted her weight in her chair as as she moved her hand back down to the table she knocked over a stack of papers.
They fluttered under the table…
That was an invitation if he ever saw one...he slowly slid one chair out from under the table and got down on his hands and knees to reach under the table and collect the papers.
She wasn't expecting a hand on her knee, drifting slowly up her thigh.
She gripped the sides of the table to steady herself from the shock of his smooth hand caressing her inner thigh.
She had to focus on keeping her expressions to herself... her camera was on.
'Would this meeting ever end' she thought as the hand moved deeper up her thigh.
She she felt another hand on her opposite thigh slowly spreading further, and then his lips caressing and kissing slowly up towards that sweet, sweet spot.
It took every ounce of self control to keep her face neutral but internally she felt that fire begin to burn. She wanted him to keep going. Her hands gripped the table harder as he drew closer…
He could sense she was struggling, that was the point. He had hands on either thigh, pushing her legs apart. Kissing and brushing his lips as he slid closer and closer to her.
The underwear she was wearing were those green and gray striped panties he loved. The ones with the lace along the edges. He stared longingly, his fingertips reaching the edge.
She carefully, without seeming too obvious, reached a hand down to try and shimmmy her underwear off. There was no way to do it inconspicuously.
She gave up and reached for his face, she caressed his cheek for just a moment before he pushed the cotton aside with a gentle brush against her clitorus with two gentle fingers.
She took in a sharp breath, she wasn't going to be successful in keeping her face neutral for much longer.
'Can I get away with turning my camera off for just a moment' she thought.
As he pulled the soft fabric to the side he felt her jump, must have brushed against her clit as he slid them out of the way.
To his delight... she was dripping.
Her juices were calling his name.
He moved his hands from inside her legs, to her hips and slid her to the edge of her chair, directly into his waiting tongue.
As he began to lick her could hear typing on the computer above him.. what could she possibly be typing right now... he didn't care.
She tasted so good, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he licked her lips.
Thank god the meeting ended, she typed a quick thank you which was the last thing she could manage before slamming the lid of the laptop closed.
She leaned against the back of the chair and let out a sigh. Thank god.
Dear god… she moaned as his tongue moved over just the right spot, her breath quickened, her chest heaved, she ran a hand through his hair, she could feel the pressure build as his tongue moved faster…
He could tell she was getting close, the way she leaned back, grabbed his hair and pulled him deeper.
The sounds of her moans made him throb in his jeans...
later, he thought.
He flicked his tongue over her clit, sucking gently, she began to rock her hips back and forth, her breathing becoming more shallow... he wanted her to cum.
It burst like a sunbeam in her mind, her thighs quivered and her whole body shuddered with pleasure.
For a glorious moment she was in ecstasy. Her body relaxed, the wave subsided and she slowly slid herself off the chair and onto the floor.
She sat knees up, legs apart and reached for his collar. She pulled him in for a kiss and lay down, feeling his weight shift on top of her.
She felt him, hard beneath his jeans. She fumbled with the button on his jeans but she was still weak and her fingers slipped.
Her fingers fumbled with his belt, it was clear what she wanted...
He helped her by slowly unclipping his belt, unbuttoning his jeans. He didn't have time to take her panties off so he just slid them out of the way again and began to slide himself over her still dripping warmth.
He felt her shudder as his tip slid over her throbbing clit.
The way the sun was shining through the dining room window it made her eyes twinkle, she was looking deep into his soul as he slid in just the tip. She bit her lip and arched her back.
her hands reached for his hips but he grabbed her wrists, eyes glimmering playfully and pinned them to the worn wooden floor.
She felt the cool wood under her arms juxtaposing the warmth of their bodies entwined. He teased her, how could he have so much self control.
He pushed in, just the tip and she moaned, her hips thrust up and he slid in deep and hard. She sighed with pleasure, their eyes locked, staring deeply into each others souls.
The way she stared at him made him throb even harder. With her hands pinned, he plunged deep inside her, she moaned loudly.
He loved when she was vocal. They lived in cabin with thick walls and had no neighbors for miles.
he wanted her to enjoy herself to the fullest. The sound of their bodies slapping together on the dining room floor echoed through the house. He bent down and kissed her
"You feel so fucking good" he moaned.
"Harder" she whispered. "I need you"
he obliged with passion, pushing harder and deeper, their skin slick with sweat.
her legs began to tremble again as she felt, again that familiar building pressure only he knew how to illicit.
"Don't stop" she moaned louder.
The whisper in his ear is all he needed. He could feel the pressure building in his chest, he couldn't hold on much longer... she was going to push him over the edge.
she could feel him, the familiar rush before he finished, the heavy breath, she freed one of her hands and caressed the back of his neck, their eyes locked and she was done, her whole body shuddered and clenched and she felt his final thrust as he finished.
He caught his breath, the sweat beads running down his forehead.
He slid from between her legs, and laid down on the cool wood floor next to her. Their chests rose and fell in unison as they stared at each other...
no words were needed, they could feel the buzz in the air.
He started to chuckle... it didn't seem like the appropriate reaction.
She asked him "what's so funny?"
He responded, still smiling to himself...
"so, how was your meeting?"
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Another Play Night Pt. 3 of 5 [M/F] [20s-40s] [GFE] [Fdom] [Msub] [Teasing] [Handjob] [Buttplug] [Puppy] [Cuddling] [Mommy] [MD/LS Roleplay]
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[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/10jhvog/another_play_night_pt_2_of_5_mf_20s40s_gfe_fdom/)
Another Play Night Part 3 of 5: Re-imagining the Tail (Why Does it Keep Coming Back to Moms)
“I feel bad for the guy, it’s not his fault his owner’s been acting like a big dunce.”
Funny how she could call me a slut or a perv or whore all night and I wouldn’t think twice about it, but dunce? Sorry, “big” dunce? That somehow felt more demeaning. She silenced my train of thought by rubbing her spit covered foot on the head of my cock peaked out of my boxers, making me audibly whimper.
“I should probably give my poor baby some relief before you end up with a priapism or something, but you’ll have to give *me* something first…” Wasn’t sure how I liked the sound of that last part. The way she was acting tonight kind of threw anything I’d come to expect from her out the window. “How about you bend over and stick your sweet patoot up in the air. And pull down your undies while you’re at it.”
She went back to the black plastic bag she had brought in earlier and started fishing some stuff out. “Now close your eyes and no peaking,” she commanded. Obeying, I was left with my hinny on display, imagining what she had in store for me. It wouldn’t be just spanking since she wasn’t doing a repeat of That Night. Electro stim? Kind of out there, but maybe she’d gone full mad scientist, drunk on the power she was holding over me.
It turned out to be simpler but still just as unexpected. It started with something soft and furry brushing up against my hindquarters and over my lower back and thighs. It tickled a little but also felt kind of nice. It was followed by something less comfortable as a cold, wet object pressed against my hole. Despite my initial alarm, I kept my eyes shut, making sure to follow her instructions. Honestly, it was the least I could do after what I’d put her through. Whatever it was began applying pressure until it started entering me. I gasped as the plug she was inserting popped in, filling my ass. “There we go! You look so adorable with that tail sticking out of you.” She gasped in delight as something occurred to her. “Now I can start calling you puppy! You like that, puppy?”
Still squeezing my eyes shut, I stuttered out, “Y-yes, Miss.” My hips shifted to try and adjust to it stretching me, making the tail swish and brush against my legs. It probably wasn’t even a large plug but perspectives change when it’s actually inside you. Despite the discomfort, it was not doing anything to relieve the tension in my cock.
“Open your eyes and looksy!” she said with excitement. As I raised my head I could see that she too had a tail, this one a cats, dangling from her round cheeks. “Now we match! I wanted to give you a good look at how pretty I made my holes before covering this one up.” Her voice went from glee to chiding. “Again, I had to wait to show off my new toys because *someone* wouldn’t take a hint earlier.” She really was doing an excellent job of making me regret that decision as she had me move to all fours.
“Now that you did something for me, letting me give you a cute little tail and all, I get to do something for you. Now, hold still.” She picked up the new bottle of lube she had used to help get the plug in me and squirted a sizable glob on her hand. “Now this is probably gonna be a little cold, but at least it’s not ice cubes.” Did she have a checklist in the bag too?
Her slippery hand grasped my rock hard shaft and moved over my balls, spreading lubricant around while I did my best not to react to the chill. The amount she’d used made it easy to coat my genitals and still slowly drip off the end. Gently, she began sliding her hand back and fourth, gliding effortlessly along my length as I moaned. “Mmmm that’s my puppy… let it out. Let me hear how good my hand feels…” Even if she hadn’t told me to, I wouldn’t have been able to stop myself. Her slippery grip felt incredible, but she kept it just light and slow enough that it wasn’t able to send me over yet. My eyes rolled back a little as her other hand started massaging my balls tenderly.
“Thank you Miss… Thank you…” I mumbled out like I was half conscious.
“You’re very welcome, puppy. See? Play along and you get pettings. And even head pats...” She rubbed the head like she was polishing a door knob, making a line of drool escape my mouth. While still stroking, she started wiggling the plug up and down in my ass, forcing out a whimper. “Aww, I know it’s probably not big enough to reach your a-spot,” she moved close to my ear and giggled, whispering ominously, “But we’ll get to that later…” I wasn’t able to process what she had just said, all I knew was that this was the most I’d seen her enjoying herself in… ever?
The two sensations were causing me to build up inside. I started whining, “Miss… I…”
“You can cum puppy. Here, let me help.” Still playing with the plug, she squeezed me tighter and increased speed. It didn’t take much for me to start shooting my load on to the towel underneath. As I spilled out, she began giving the base of my shaft short, hard jerks, determined to wring out as much as possible. Her milking technique allowed her to draw out more than I thought she possibly could. The feeling of seed moving up my length and out of the head continuing even as the orgasm started to subside.
I was trembling, finding it hard to hold myself up after cumming so much. “Oh shit, that’s a lot. Look puppy, look at the mess you made.” she exclaimed, proud of her work. I gazed down and saw the puddle under me. It was thick and cloudy, and the amount made my testicles tighten.
She took the towel off the edge of the bed and used it to wipe up the excess lube, then cleaned her hands. She then turned my face and kissed me. “I’m so proud of you puppy. Giving me just what I wanted. Twice now.” She stroked my hair, “I almost feel bad that I have to continue with the lesson.”
She had me stand up, giving my knees some relief as she switched out the cum towel for a clean one. She removed my sweat soaked shirt and boxers as well, leaving me naked except for the tail. Getting me back to a kneeling position, she stood over me as she continued. “Now about that ‘mommy’ bit from earlier.” I started blushing again. I would have offered to eat out her ass or let her use me as a toilet rather than find out where she was going with this.
I thought I was just playing along with her from when she called me daddy before. That Night, I had expected her to call me ‘master’ or ‘sir’, but daddy came so naturally to her that I went along with it (and, admittedly, it was a pretty big turn on).
“I’ve met you’re mom, and I’m sorry to say, puppy, I don’t look anything like her. Now I’m starting to wonder if that’s a good thing or bad thing.”
She wrapping her arms around my shoulders as I sat with my head leveled at her chest and snuggling her hip against me. “Is this better for you? Hmm? Do you *want* mommy to take care of you?” She was running her fingers through my hair, humming to me soothingly.
“I… I…” Desperate to please her, I was stumbling to find whatever words she was looking for.
She kissed the top of my head and got close to my ear, whispering gently, “It’s okay, sweetie. Be honest with me. Tell me how that makes you feel...”
“I… don’t know… Miss…” That was about as honest an answer as I could give at the moment.
“Awww, my poor confused baby…” She pulled up her tank top, revealing her soft, warm breasts just inches from my face. “Should we find out together?” I was more confused than ever. Was she expecting me to agree so she could punish me again? Call me a filthy little pig and spank me till my ass was bright red? I couldn’t help feeling like this was a trap for some reason. Again, not knowing what else I could do, I nodded.
“Yes… mommy…” I tentatively said, preparing for the worst.
Instead, she got me up and lead me over to the bed, lifting up the blanket and covers then pulling me under them with her. “Here, honey, why don’t you rest your head on mommy’s breasts and let her sooth you. You seem so fluster all of a sudden…” She guided my head to her bosom. I could smell the faint aroma of her lotion and natural smell as the sensation of her pillowy breasts on my face was accompanied by her hands caressing my back and neck. “Does baby like that?” She cooed.
“Yes mommy…” I sighed. Her warmth and touch were causing my whole body to relax. Under the covers, everything was feeling small, just the two of us in the whole world.
“Now tell mommy what you meant earlier when you said you worried I’d push you away?” It took me a minute to realize she was talking about when she’d asked what I’d done wrong, my face began to heat up.
“I don’t know… I guess that… you’d get upset or something…” I murmured, not even sure what I was talking about.
“Why would you think that, honey? When have I ever pushed you away?” she stroked my face. “I thought we were better at communicating than this…”
“I just…” My voice trailed off.
She kissed me softly. “You assumed the worst, didn’t you.” I could feel her getting in my head and I wasn’t entirely ready for her to be digging this deep. I tried to turn away, but she held me fast, continuing to stare into me. “You ask me to be open and honest with you, but don’t do the same with me?” Her brow furrowed pleadingly. “Even after everything?”
I was cornered. Despite insisting she let me in and trust me with the darkest parts of her, I hadn’t been able to do the same, trying to concealed what I was thinking and feeling. It wasn’t fair, but I couldn’t help myself. I wasn’t able to get over the thought that she wouldn’t like what she saw.
Her hand went back to stroking my hair. “I know it’s hard. Trust me, I know. But don’t you agree that this is a two way street?” I nodded, my face becoming more red as the uncomfortable, vulnerable closeness of her was triggering my internal hide response. She started running the tips of her fingernails lightly over my shoulders and arms, making me shiver.
“What do you think is so wrong that you have to hide it from me, but I’m not supposed to hide what I’ve been through from you?”
“It’s… it’s just not the same… somehow…” what she was doing with her hands was throwing me off. I couldn’t think clearly enough to form a good response that might get me out of this interrogation.
“Well I would hope it’s not the same, unless you’ve *really* been hiding things from me,” she smiled at me gently, but the rest of her expression stayed etched with concern. The cognitive distortions of what I was feeling and her perfectly reasonable logic were grinding painfully in my brain. “But you do see the problem, right?” she continued, “That you can’t just keep assuming the worst with me?” She pressed her forehead against mine. “That imbalance isn’t good… for either of us… I mean, you were basically saying the same thing to me That Night.”
I hadn’t felt this emotional since… well since the roles were reversed. She was turning my methods against me, and doing a much better job at it. She hadn’t had to use any pain to break down my will, just affection and openness (and a little manipulation). I was starting to feel even worse about how I’d handled things when I was doing the prying. She moved in and gave me a slow kiss. “All I’m asking right now is that you start recognizing when you’re doing it and take a moment to think, okay? Maybe let me in on it from time to time?”
I nodded meekly, and she kissed me again, giving me another reassuring smile. “Will you?”
“I will…” her eyebrow raised, “mommy...”
“Mmm good boy.” She snuggled my face into her chest again. My hands were tucked under my chin, almost in a fetal position. I closed my eyes and tried not let any tears leak out as she gently combed her nails over my scalp. After a moment she said, with a slight grin, “Here, suckle on mommy’s nipple, sweetie…” she moved it up to my face, rubbing it against my mouth. Without even thinking, I popped it in and began to gently work it between my lips, my tongue slipping over it occasionally. She moaned in pleasure, continuing to stroke my body. “That’s it, mommy’s got you… Oooh you make mommy feel so good, honey… Put your arms around me and hold mommy...”
Even though her voice wasn’t trying to be seductive, I could feel myself stirring as I wrapped my arms around her. Her skin felt so smooth and soft against me. I felt her reach behind me and brush my tail up on my back, tickling me. My cock began to rise at the sensation of her thigh moving to hook around me. It became hard enough that it brushed up against her other leg.
She gasped, “Honey! What’s that? You shouldn’t be acting like that with mommy right now.” Her voice was scolding but not angry, like she’d caught me being naughty but didn’t want to scare me, just explain her displeasure. She pushed me away a little. “It’s wrong to be that way with mommies. You should know that. Where’s this coming from?” I moved in closer again, but she continued to keep me at a distance. “What are you doing?”
She was so earnest that I couldn’t tell if this was a bit. Were we doing mommy/son or was she actually not doing a sex thing and trying to just cuddle… Or was this another lesson? About how she wasn’t in to mommy stuff? Overthinking, I Instinctively pulled away, sliding to the edge of the bed with a, “Sorry…” Not knowing what the expectations were made me panic. My reaction caused her face to turn to that of annoyed disappointment. She sighed heavily, “It looks like you’re not learning as fast as I’d hoped. I guess we’ll have to step things up a notch…”
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Continued in [Part 4: It’s a Hard Lesson to Learn (She Sure Has You Pegged)](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/10omlea/another_play_night_pt_4_of_5_mf_20s40s_gfe_fdom/)
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24F I am such a cock drunk slut
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You can't take me anywhere. Once I get a little drunk I turn into this cock craving, cum desperate little whore that doesn't say no to anything.
Yesterday night at the bar, I ended up getting fucked by this guy in the bathroom. Someone else walked in on it, the guy turned around and asked if he wanted 'it' when he was done. I came in his cock when he called me an it.
That guy said why not right now, and shoved his cock down my throat. So I was getting spit roasted by two complete strangers and absolutely loving it. They finished in me and went on their way.
Woke up this morning still with cum breath in my mouth and still a bit buzzed so I need a morning degradation session to again
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Edging Until You Can't Scream No More [F29] [M41] [femdom] [teasing][escort]
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I was new to the femdom scene, but I was already loving it. I was researching ways to become a professional dominatrix, whenever I had the chance, and I couldn’t wait to put my new skills to use. Some practices, like breath play, still sounded scary for me, but I loved the feeling of power that domination was giving me. Luckily, a perfect opportunity arose, thanks to my new client. After much thinking, I decided to add domination to my list of escort services a few days ago, even though I wasn’t sure it would interest anyone. Thankfully, Alex, the new guy, didn’t mind that I was still learning and we agreed to meet. He told me that he enjoys tickling and edging, which were both well known to me. We agreed to meet at my place tomorrow, so I still had time to research and ask around a little.
My excitement turned into stress an hour before our appointment. I was worried that I would do something wrong, despite the fact it was everything I wanted. I could feel a knot in my stomach and had to call my friend for emotional support. She helped me a little, saying that if I want to become a true dominatrix, I can’t get nervous like this. She was right, and despite her advice being simple and almost mean, it helped. I finally managed to relax and prepared everything for Alex. He came on time, which I was thankful for, since I already couldn’t wait to play with him. After we greeted each other, I asked him to take a shower.
While he was showering, I checked if everything was in place. I had prepared a feather tickler, a pin-wheel, a hairbrush, a makeup brush, a ribbon, and a cock ring to prolong his erection. Of course, I also had handcuffs and leg cuffs, after all, I can’t have him moving around.
Alex came back to the room already naked, and I couldn’t help but smile at him. He was so shy and cute, and I get to be the one to dominate him!
“Lie down,” I ordered, gesturing towards the bed.
He nodded, smiling slightly, and took his place.
I cuffed him to the bed, making sure all the restraints keep him tightly in place.
The art of tickling was a tough subject to perfect, but I knew the theory, so I wasn’t afraid. At first, I briefly caressed his limp cock, I just couldn’t stop myself. Then, I picked up the first toy, a thin ribbon. I showed it to him and let it drop onto his face. He wrinkled his nose, trying not to sneeze, when I slowly dragged the ribbon along his cheekbone and lips. I headed lower, still keeping a very slow pace, he snorted, when I touched his throat. I made a mental note to myself that his neck was especially sensitive to him. When it comes to tickling, everyone has different sensitive spots, that’s why it’s so much harder than giving someone sexual pleasure in a standard way.
The next place I wanted to check were his nipples, to my surprise, it didn’t do much to him. I started slowly making my way down to his crotch, but he burst out laughing, when I touched his navel. That’s where I wanted to be, I decided. I leaned forward and blew air on his belly button, making him laugh again. I smiled to myself and checked the rest of his body. The most ticklish part of his body was still his navel, but he was also quite ticklish on his thighs and, as I checked earlier, throat. He didn’t react much to tickling his feet.
I changed my toy to a feather tickler and concentrated on his things. I was omitting the most sensitive spot on purpose, as a dominatrix my job was to know how to please someone, while at the same time denying them that pleasure. For a while, I was slowly dragging my feathers up and down, listening to his giggles. His cock was already hard, but I was pretending it didn’t exist. I stopped touching his thighs and dragged the tickler up his chest in a fast motion, briefly touching his navel, heading for his neck. I made a move like I was cutting his throat with the feather. At this point, he was laughing so hard, he had trouble breathing. I switched the toy to the pin-wheel and started rolling it up and down his ribs, and then thighs. His laughter filled the room, making me feel happy too. I noticed the pre-cum was already dripping out of his member, and I remembered about the edging part of his request.
“Don’t cum,” I said quietly.
“I… I have to,” he said in between rapid breaths and laughs.
“Don’t cum, unless I tell you too,” I said louder in a more demanding tone.
He clenched his jaw and nodded.
I took the hairbrush and pushed it against his thigh, making a circular motion. At the same time, I was making a grabbing move with my free hand around his belly button. My long fingernails were barely scratching his skin, and if it felt at least half as ticklish as it looked, he should be very much enjoying himself. It was hard to tell if he felt better, since for the past ten or so minutes, he has been only wheezing and laughing hysterically.
Alex must’ve had more self-control than I thought, because he still didn’t finish. I was a little surprised, he was able to restrain himself, but nevertheless pleased. I didn’t really know how long I was supposed to deny him an orgasm, it’s not really something I do working in escort services.
Once again, I picked up the feather, since apparently it was the best toy for him. This time, I concentrated solemnly on his belly button. I was mimicking the moves a painter makes while filling in the colours. A series of short and fast strokes was enough to make him stop breathing again. I waited until he calmed down, and repeated the move. His cock was all red and twitching from time to time. I tickled him a bit more, just enough to make him lose his breath, and stopped.
After a minute or so, he stopped laughing and was only breathing heavily.
“Come now,” I ordered, surprising myself with the sheer power in my voice.
To my surprise, he slowly started leaking cum. I knew that a real dominatrix makes her slaves finish on demand, but actually being in that position was a new thing for me. I felt like I was on top of the world, watching in fascination as he was coming after over half an hour of edging.
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My Sister Shared Me With the Farmers Daughters
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There was an annual farm equipment show in Nebraska every spring, it's a big deal it you happen to be farming in the Midwest .My parents and the neighbors on the wheat farm next to our farm were going together , big fun for farm folks, and a mini vacation for the four of them .
Today my dad asked me if I would mind taking care of the neighbors girls while everyone was in Nebraska at the event. Dad said that the neighbors would pay me , like ten dollars or something. My sister was overjoyed that the girls would be staying with her and I.
The day before our parents left my sister and I were alone up in our old hay barn. We were up in the loft , and we could see the house way down and far from us.It was sunny and warm, sunlight bathed everything in a warm golden light, dust particles from the freshly cut hay looked like diamond dust in the air .I had Diann sitting backwards on a smooth leather saddle on its stand.
Her legs were spread wide open and she held her white cotton panties pulled way to the side. She did this so I could suck and lick her bald , well...it did have light blonde peach fuzz , pussy..it was our favorite thing to do in the barn.
She was so excited that the neighbor girls were coming over tonight to stay with her and I for a couple of days. I was mildly depressed, I just wanted to be naked with my sister in our house without worrying about Mom or Dad catching us.
" Do you think I can show the girls your cock ? and maybe the girls and I can play with it ? she pleaded.," Hell no Diann ! If their parents ever found out we would be in the worst trouble EVER ! .
She pouted and stuck her lower lip out , I paused licking her hot pink inner cunny lips and said " I have an idea, we can try it if you want ?"I stood up and my sister looked up at me as she wrapped her fingers around my throbbing hard teenage cock.. She grinned and listened attentively and said, I love the idea .
My sister had recently turned 18 and had gotten her driver's license. I let her take my old truck down to bring the neighbor the girls back for the stay over. My sister is only 4ft ,10in tall and could barely see over the steering wheel , comical to see . The three of them soon returned, flying down the old dusty gravel road in a huge cloud of dust, laughing and yelling..
I had been doing chores and listening to the girls talking and loudly laughing as they ran in and out of the house all day . They were giggling and wrestling on the living room carpet that night when I walked in wearing my flannel pajamas. I had just finished taking a shower , my pajamas were old and baggy.
My sister knew how to get our plan started. She had a couple giant stuffed animals on the carpet with them . The girls were hugging them and clobbering each other with smaller stuffed ones and rolling around and wrestling.. loud laughing. They all were wearing flannel pajamas with cartoon characters and kitty prints on them .
I was sitting on the couch by them watching .I was getting a little hard watching my sister 'accidentally ' having her hand on her friends mounds as they were wrestling , if they didn't like it they didn't say anything.
My sister grabbed my arm and begged me to wrestle with them on the floor, " are you guys doing to beat me up?" I asked as she pulled me roughly onto the carpet with them. Immediately all three started giggling and piled on me..I pretend to escape but failed miserably..not my best struggle..
The sisters were holding my arms and head when I felt my sisters hand slide inside my pajamas and grasp my stiffening cock. The sisters were looking away and didn't see what my sister was doing , they were giggling and holding me down, I made loud bear growling sounds to ' , scare' them.
My sister stood up near my feet and leaned down, she took hold of each leg of my pajamas and said loudly too her friends " Hey ! Watch me ! ," She jerked hard on the pajamas as she backed up, my cock was rock hard standing up and my balls were hanging in front of the wide eyed speechless sisters as my pajamas were gone.
I yelled out " Diann!! Oh my god , why did you do that? !," I jumped up and retrieved my pajama bottoms and quickly sat down on the couch .I covered my purple headed erect cock
with the pajama bottoms.The neighbor girls stared as my sister Diann laughed uncontrollably .
The sisters and Diann started whispering among each other and I couldn't hear what they were saying. But it was exciting , sitting spread legged on the couch with a raging hard on beneath my crumpled pajama bottoms . The three of them got up and stood up in front of me as I tried to cover my stiff cock from their curious eyes." I'm sorry, I thought it would be fun to show them your big cock , they've never seen one before except their daddys once many years ago "said my sister.The nearest neighbor girl , Kate , said to me" Diann told us that you let her touch and play with your " boy stuff" .
We promised her that we would never, EVER , tell anyone , she made us pull our panties down and let her put her fingers in our 'pussies ,' That way she had something against us that she could tell our Papa if we broke our promise. I looked my smiling sister and started to feel really good about this.
Diann said " I told them that you like to kiss me 'down there ', and that you and I played nasty on their bunk bed when we took care of their cat .Big brother, they really really liked it and promised never to tell...If you let all three of us play with your big dick."
I was trapped , just as I planned with my little sister .I pretended to cry a little..I was holding my crumpled up pajamas over my stiff cock and drapped over my dick like a tent . The girls were on their knees and moved to my legs and put their hands on trembling knees.
I looked from one to the other of their faces, " you must understand that we all would be in terrible trouble if our Moms and Dads ever found out.. Okay? I whimpered in a sad small voice.
My sister grinned and said " nothing to worry about brother", and she lifted my hands and the pajamas away from my spread open legs, my hard cock sprang up proudly before the girls eyes..it was so fucking hot .My sister said," go ahead and touch it" , she watched as her friends hesitantly reached out to hold my throbbing hard cock.
I leaned back on the couch and spread my legs wider so that my balls hung over the edge of the couch .I closed my eyes and let them squeeze and stroke my dripping cock . They were whispering between themselves and commented on how funny balls were, Diann taught them how to be gentle with balls .But they could squeeze the dick as hard as they wanted.
The sisters wanted to know what the slippery stuff that slowly dripped from the purplish head of my dick. The sisters each had a hand on my dick, "when he gets really excited as he kisses my pussy, it shoots hot juice out when I squeeze and pump it up and down fast !
Before I could protest my sister pushed me down on the couch and stepped out of her pajamas. She squatted over my face with her legs spread wide open and said " kiss it for me big brother" , to her friends she said " keep jacking his hard cock and fast and see what happens when he kisses my cunny, as he calls it, " .
I thought I was going to have a heart attack , I was so freaking horny and excited, my sisters pussy met my lips and I started sucking and slowly licking her, from her tight little asshole up to her clitty.., her friends had moved their faces close to watch me suck my sisters little cunny.." oh wow ! Diann will he kiss our pussies?"
The image of that happening was more than I could take..I groaned and shot rope after rope of hot creamy cum all over their hands..
The girls didn't like that part , but they begged me to kiss them , " down there" .Well , maybe tomorrow I replied..and closed my eyes for the night.
( All characters were over 18 years old in this story)
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[M/S] I am very attracted to my sons. Update 443. A predatory evening and lunch with my SIL.
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As I prepared for bed and sat at my vanity table, I began to wonder how Patrick would react to the sight of his mother wearing a strap-on. I have no desire to use it on him and I know he has no interest in such things. Still, I contemplated his reaction to seeing me, looking quite incongruent. The thought of it made me giggle and soon I was wearing my 22cm mommy-cock and nothing else save for earrings and black heels. It felt like a devious Halloween costume.
Across the hallway I tapped on my older boy's door with the back of a fingernail. He invited me in and was feverishly texting away on his phone. Strutting toward the bed where he lay, my predacious adrenalin spiked, and I became a wild, erotic animal, awaiting a visceral reaction.
Patrick glance up as I stood with my hands on my bare hips.
"Mom...what the..Mom?!?" Patrick blurted out while scooting toward the wall.
"What? What's the matter Baby?" I asked in a guileless tone, while trying not to laugh and maintain a straight face.
"Why are you wearing that in here? Mom? Um...Why?" He stammered and looked mentally disjointed.
"Just try to ignore it" I cooed as I touched his cock over his shorts.
The look on his face was priceless. His cock grew as I played with it, but not nearly as fast as usual. Patrick's wide eyes gawked at my toy.
"Kiss it. Give it one little kiss and Mommy will suck your dick, nice and slow. Just the way you like it." I demanded with a warm and loving smile.
My poor boy looked confused and aroused. He desperately craved a motherly sucking but was taken aback by the plastic penis attached to his mom. I swayed gently back and forth, grinning wickedly and waiting.
"I'm sure your brother would kiss a piece of plastic so I would satisfy him. Should I go to his room instead?" I asked mildly cantankerous.
"Don't go. I can do it. Just wait." He said with hastened breath.
I held it up and he was at eye level with it.
As he was inches from it, I said "With tongue."
After glimpsing up at me discontented, he opened his mouth and took the head inside. Upson making sure I saw his tongue and lips engulf it, he let it fall and pulled out his cock as if he was offering it to me.
I dropped to my knees and sucked him slowly but with power. He moaned and played with my hair as I made him feel like a man. Patrick loves to watch me, and I could feel his eyes the entire time. For about fifteen minutes, I gave him pleasure with my warm, velvet mouth until his dick twitched and swelled. He brayed "Mom" and shot his hot load into my mouth and throat.
Once I had fully milked him, I stood.
"I won't make you kiss it or touch it again because you are a very good sport, Baby" I cooed as I walked to the door. My hand waved the faux phallus at him before I closed his door behind me.
Yesterday, I had lunch with my gorgeous sister-in-lay Lynn. The lunch was flirty but a bit mundane. Before leaving, I hugged her tight and kissed her gently on her neck. The kiss was a single peck, held for a few seconds. She squeezed my back and moaned softly until I retracted my lips.
I am desperate to seduce her.
**My sons are 27 and 22. Your mom does not wear a bra at home to be more comfortable. She is not trying to get your attention.**
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Forcing Him to Watch, Her Perspective. - Part 3 [Long][FMM][40-50s][cuckold][bi][blackmail][cheat][cons nc][Fdom][light humil][creampie][cum eating][NSFW]
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Please see parts 1 and 2...
Turning back to my husband, I continued, "Well 'honey', enough about you, I want to focus on me again. Mike's got one more load in those big balls of his, and I want to have that big fat cock fuck me raw. I have never had a dick that huge before, what do you say? Can Mike slide that massive cock into your wife's tight pussy and fuck her like she deserves?
"Or,” Mike interjected, “since you did an ok job sucking my dick, and from your erection, appear to enjoy the gay stuff. I'll give you a choice, you can stand in for your lovely wife and let me fuck your ass instead, what do you think, which will it be?" he asked.
A shocked expression flashed across Jeff’s face before he said, "I want you to fuck my wife"
“Good answer”, I said, “I was always going to fuck that big cock, but if you wanted a turn, I would let you go after me if Mike had it left in him. Maybe I’ll think about it. There’s always next time”
I pushed Mike back onto the bed, and climbed on top of him. The beautiful huge cock pointing into the air. I straddled his waist, reached down to grasp his thick shaft and placed it at the opening of my dripping pussy. I swept my hand across my wet, inflamed pussy, collecting some of my slippery juice to help me fit that thing. I gave him a few long, slow strokes to stiffen him again.
"Mike, take it slow baby, you're so much bigger than my husband, and I have never had a dick as big as yours. You, Jeff, start stroking your penis. I want you to watch his big cock fuck me like you can't. If you come before I do, or take your eyes away for any reason, we're done." I demanded.
Here we go, I thought. My first new man in over twenty years, and by far the largest dick I have ever had. I rubbed Mike’s cockhead on my clit a few times, making sure he was lubed as much as I could, and slowly lowered my weight down, easing his massive prick into my waiting pussy. Oh. My. God. It stretched me so much, and as I eased more and more of him into me, I began to have this wonderful feeling of fullness that I had never experienced before. His huge dick felt amazing, more amazing than I thought it could feel. His girth pulled my pussy open so much that my clit was dragging along his shaft. The feeling was indescribable. I realized I was holding my breath, so I inhaled deeply.
I finally bottomed out, letting out a little “oooohhhh”, I could feel the pressure of the head of Mike’s long cock pressing against my cervix. His girth so wide, I felt so full. I didn’t want this to ever end.
I loudly whispered to Mike, “Fuck me, fuck me now”, as my pussy clamped around him.
Looking back over my shoulder, I looked at my husband and asked, "Jeff, are you paying attention? Watching Mike’s big, fat, cock fill my pussy like you can't? I hope your whore has a small pussy so she can feel you like this, There is nothing like it. I know I told you your penis was the right size for me, but now that I know what being filled completely by a big cock feels like, I'm not sure you will ever be enough. I need more than just your little penis. I need a big cock to satisfy me."
Mike grunted, and said "now that you are used to my size, it's my turn to really fuck you kitten" he leaned forward, wrapping his hands around my waist and picked me up. He pulled me off his cock, and pushed me face down into the mattress. My knees were on the edge of the bed, and my ass was pointing to the sky. I arched my back to fully open myself to him. Mike was perfectly lined up, standing behind me. I spread my legs even wider, open and ready for his penetration. Between my legs, I could see Mike reaching down, grasping his dick in his right hand, placing the head again at my entrance. "Oh fuck, it feels so good" I moaned as he rammed into me, the force of his thrusts pushing my face into the mattress. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, fuck, Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, fuck, Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" I screamed as I felt his huge cock go deeper and deeper. Unbelievably, he bottomed out perfectly on each thrust, his tip pushing hard against my cervix, and his balls slapping my clit. Give the man credit, he had prepared me well, I was able to take him all the way in. He pulled back out, and I felt a feeling of emptiness for a split second before that huge cock pushed back inside in one long stroke. Mike had grabbed the sides of my waist for leverage, the felt so amazing to be handled that way. My screams were getting louder and louder. “Oh god, oh god I feel so full, so stretched, so fucking wonderful.” I panted.
Mike set a steady pace, pulling all the way out, then slowly pushing himself all the way in, he would do one fast thrust, followed by several slow ones, never the same for long, keeping me anticipating when the fast forceful one would hit. I was losing my mind with ecstasy. Every time he bottomed out, his balls would slap my hard clit pushing me closer to the peak of my orgasm.
I turned my head to look back at my husband in his chair, dick in hand stroking furiously. "do you like what you see? Another man's huge cock in your wife's pussy. Do you like to see how wet he makes me? Do you want to see another man fill my pussy with his cum? Do you want to see me cum? Do you want to see me cumming while I'm getting fucked by another man? “Does this turn you on?”. I know Jeff had always wanted to see me touch myself, so I reached underneath myself and made a show of rubbing my clit, then cupping Mike’s huge balls. I was teasing him now.
“Does this make you want me or your whore admin? Answer me!” I screamed
"Yes, I love it, it makes me so hard, I can hardly stand it, I want you more than I ever have, I’m so sorry I cheated, please forgive me" I choked out my reply.
"Do you want to see it happen? See him make your wife cum? See his massive cock dump his huge load in my aching pussy? Do you want to be a part of it?" I asked.
"Yes, I want to see it happen, I said, my voice cracking a little. "I want to be a part of it."
"Then stroke faster, I want you to cum from watching me get fucked by another man"
I could see the lust in his eyes, the lust for me. I almost had him where I wanted him.
Mike began to increase his pace, the force of his thrusts beginning to hurt my neck, I rose up on all fours, full Doggystyle now. I used the extra leverage to push back against his thrusts now. My eyes were now locked on my husband, searching for the sign that I needed to see. The look of total submission, total lust, total devotion.
"I want you to tell Mike to cum in your wife, tell him to shoot his load deep in my aching cunt. Tell him to make me his whore. Tell him I am his to use as he needs. Tell him you are nothing to me, I am his dirty slut. Tell him his seed will make me his bitch. I need to hear you say it. I need you to give me up completely before you can have a chance to ever get me back” I yelled with every thrust.
Mike ceased to exist to me as a person, he was a toy, a huge cock that was mine to command. It was my husband I wanted to want me, to love and desire me so he would never stray again, to appreciate my efforts. I would do better also, I had awakened a new part of myself tonight. I loved being a slut for my husband.
Mike pulled me up vertically, reached around, and roughly grabbed my breasts, tugging on my nipples. As one last bit of showmanship, I twisted my head around and gave Mike a hungry, sloppy kiss. Between breaths, I begged Mike to “fuck me harder, like the slut I am. I’m your whore and no one else’s, I want your cum in my pussy, let it go, fill me up and I’m yours.”
Turning back to my husband, his hand a blur on his dick, I panted “Jeff, look at Mike, and tell him what I want, what I need to hear”
"Cum in my wife, Mike, before I cum, please. I can't hold it much longer, Take her, she’s yours now. Fill her needy pussy with your load. She wants to be your whore, I’ve lost all claim to her. I’m so sorry for what I have done, who I was“
“I can’t hold back much longer, but I can’t stop either. I want her back, so you need to cum Mike, please, I’ll do anything" He begged.
Mike slowed down, and I saw every inch of his huge slick cock sliding into my wife's cunt. "You'll cum when I say you will, both of you." Mike growled.
"Honey, if you make him cum now, I will lick your pussy, I will lick his cum from you. I will suck his cock clean for you, I will do anything you or Mike want. Please cum for him, please…" quickly said my husband.
I finally saw everything that I needed to see in my husband’s eyes and said, "Do you really want to see that? Do you want to see him shoot his big thick load deep into my pussy, into –your– wife's pussy? Do you want to release your claim on me as your wife, and give me to Mike as his whore?"
'Yes, honey, I do. Please, I beg you, make him cum. Make him shoot his load, please. I need to see it, I need you to feel it, I need to taste it again. Please, baby, make him cum. Mike she’s yours, make her yours, cum inside my wife.” he whined.
“That’s the revenge I wanted, for you to completely give in to me, to know that you have lost me, that I am desirable, that I am lusted after by other men. You have to be better, do better to get me back” I panted.
"I'm close, where do you want my cum kitten?" grunted Mike.
"In my pussy, cum in my pussy Mike, fill me up while my husband watches, take me completely, make me your whore!" I screamed.
Mike grunted and pushed his cock deep into my pussy, pulling me back against him as I pushed to meet him, his balls giving one last slap against my aching clit. I could feel the pulses of his cum as he emptied every drop into my womb. I screamed “Oh god, I’m cumming, I can feel your hot cum spurt into me, I’m cumming, hold me tight baby, give me everything”, My orgasm washed over me as his hot load shot into me.
I quickly recovered and yelled “STOP” at my husband. I needed him to not cum yet. There was one more act needed to complete my plan.
“Stop stroking your penis right now, don’t cum, stop! I want to feel you inside me, my husband, I want you to reclaim me as your wife. If you can make me cum again, I’m yours” I said.
He pulled his hand away with a look of raw lust on his face, his orgasm ruined, I watched a glob of cum seep out of the tip of his penis. Good, I had stopped him in time. He would stay hard and be able to cum again for my plan.
I pulled away from Mike, his huge cock pulling out with a plop sound. I could feel the rush of his semen flowing from my gaping pussy. I quickly reached down to cup my cunt, to hold it in. Still, some ran down my leg, but I managed to keep most of it inside.
Now I needed to show my husband how slutty I could be for him. I walked over to his chair, reached down, and scoped the glob of cum from his penis. I placed my finger in his mouth, which he sucked clean, as he did so, I whispered in his ear “share it with me”, and I kissed him on the mouth, opening my lips, searching for his cum. His mouth opened, and I slid my tongue into his mouth, and swirled it around, mixing our saliva, his cum, and sharing it equally between us. I pulled back, looked him in the eyes, and swallowed his cum. “That’s for entertaining me while Mike fucked me.” I whispered for only my husband to hear. “Now come with me”, she grabbed my dick with her hand, and pulled me over to the bed, pushing gently past Mike.
"Lay down. Before you reclaim me, you need to clean his cum from my pussy" I said, as I straddled his body, and climbed up over his face. I lowered my pussy to his mouth. I pulled my hand away from my pussy, allowing Mike’s seed to flow into his mouth. Oh god, that was so hot. Why am I making him do this part? Why such a focus on him eating cum, Mike’s, his own. Is it still a power thing, or do I now have a kink? I don't really care right now, I thought as my husband licked my pussy, pushing his tongue in deep to pull out every bit of cum he could find. Oh, that felt so good, so dirty. My husband was licking my pussy after another man. I started to get closer to my own orgasm again, I clenched down and felt a huge glob of Mike’s cum push out of my pussy into his waiting mouth. At this point, Jeff found my now huge clit, and began to suck it like a small dick. He would pull it into his mouth where it felt like he was dipping it into fire, then out again, I moaned loudly, I was so close, but I didn't want to cum yet.
"Swallow it, baby, then you can reclaim me before you make me cum" I said, my voice cracking.
Wait, I needed to show my husband we were now in this together.
“Don’t swallow that yet, come up here. I want to see it on your tongue” He slid up underneath me, and I said, “let me see”. He opened his mouth and I could see the pool of Mike's cum and my juices. I leaned forward and kissed my husband, pushing my tongue again into his mouth, to collect Mike’s cum. I pulled back, and whispered quietly “together baby” and swallowed Mike’s load.
“Mmm, that was good. Mike you were right, pineapple works. Maybe, Like my husband, I am acquiring the taste "I teased them both.
“Mike, you can show yourself out. I’m going to call you again soon for another session to make sure my husband keeps his promises and remembers what he has at home, you ok with that?” I asked.
“Sure, baby, anytime.” Mike said as he gathered his clothes and left the room.
"Now, reclaim me. Fuck me like it's your first time. Take me back, make me your whore, leave that other one behind where she belongs" I demanded.
I wanted to be his whore for now, so I resumed my face-down ass-up position on the edge of the bed, waiting for my love to reclaim me.
My husband lined up behind me and slid his dick inside me. It felt wonderful, in a completely different way than Mike. The fullness of Mike was an experience, but the knowledge that the penis inside me belonged to the love of my life made it so much more. Jeff started slowly, and worked to longer faster strokes, he reached around to tweak a nipple and rub my clit, I was in heaven.
“Oh god, you feel so good baby”, I whispered
His tempo increased, and I pushed back, matching him thrust for thrust.
“Baby, I want you on top of me, I want to watch you as you cum in my pussy” I said. Jeff gently turned me over, pushing me further up the bed, climbing between my legs. I reached down and guided his dick into my pussy.
“I love your dick, It may not be the biggest, but it’s mine, now fuck me as hard and fast as you want. Make me your slut. I want you to shoot your hot load deep into my pussy. Make me yours. Take me, own me, and never leave me again, I give you permission to cum now. Cum in my cunt”. I moaned.
I could feel my husband getting closer, all the signs were there, I knew for certain as he lowered his head to my breast, seeking my nipple, sucking on it. He gave one final deep thrust, and unleashed the biggest orgasm I have ever felt from him.
“Oh god, I can feel it shooting inside me, it's so warm” I said into his ear. “I’m your wife again, I’m yours forever, I will be your whore, your slut, as long as you love me like I do you, and appreciate me, and never share this with another woman.”
He began to collapse on me, but pulled back at the last minute, lowering his face to my pussy. Ah, he has passed the final test. He is being considerate and making sure I have an orgasm. Acting dumb, I murmur “Oh, what are you…”, as his tongue flicks across my aching clit.
“You didn’t cum from me tonight. I can’t make you mine completely until I seal my end of the bargain,” he said, looking into my eyes from between my thighs.
My husband proceeded to lick my pussy from top to bottom, sucking on my clit, and collecting his cum in his mouth, I think he planned that clit dipping thing he did last time, but I had a better idea, we do it together.
“Baby, give me a kiss before I cum” I said. “Ok, but my mouth is full of my seed”, he replied.
“I know baby, I want it” I groaned. He slid up my body, and gave me a passionate kiss. I opened his mouth with my tongue and scooped the cum into my open mouth. Pulling away, I showed my mouth full of his cum, and swallowed it while he watched. “Now, I’m your slut, that’s what I am willing to do for you if you will commit to me, and all the changes”, she said
With a smile on his face, he slid back down my body, grabbing my legs and spreading them wide, he started sucking my clit like before, taking it all in, lapping it with his hot tongue, and then pulling back. I was getting so close, I lifted my ass to push myself into his mouth,
“Oh god, baby, oh god, keep doing that, exactly that, I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum in your mouth, oh oh oh oh oh,,,,I’m cumming!” I screamed as I gave one final push into his mouth.
I was spent, I was sore, and I felt better than I can ever remember. I had my husband back, and I had the best time doing it I could ever imagine.
After a shower, we sat in the kitchen drinking a glass of wine.
“We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, but you seemed to enjoy having Mike and all the things we did together. Would you be open to trying that again?” I asked. I had been thinking of the evening over and over again. Had we been missing the passion that comes with new experiences? Do we need additional stimulation to keep the spark alive? I felt 20 years younger, I wanted to do more, see more, experience more.
“Sure, as long as it stays between us, I will do whatever you ask. I am committed to you, and want to make you happy” he replied.
“Good, because next time, I want to watch Mike fuck your ass while I suck your dick. I want you two to both be inside me at the same time, I want you in my ass, and him in my cunt. I want to suck you both off and swallow every drop. Your affair has awakened a beast in me. I want your dick, I want huge cocks, and maybe even another girl in the mix of my choosing. Maybe you can fuck her pussy while I lick her clit, and when you blow your load inside her, it will be my turn to clean it out and share it with you.” I brazenly said over the rim of my glass as my hand slid into my panties.
To be continued….
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[FM] Dick drunk from another redditor
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This is my side of the story.
He posted his own side of the story somewhere here.
Hypothetically (but not at all)… he blew my mind without knowing my name
So, I’m what I’d like to call a secret slut. If you look at me or talk to me, i’m innocent. I lost my virginity two years ago at 28. But that doesn’t mean I haven’t had fantasies, hot sex or a shit ton of sex toys. I know how to cum on an 8 or 9 inch dildo. And, I’ve sucked, fucked, and cum on my fair share of dicks and pussies. Equal opportunist here 😉
So, I’ve been on Reddit for 3 years and used to think of you all as crazy pervs. (Sorry not sorry) so much horniness so little time. Anyway, I guess I’m the creep since I’m a lurker. I started dirty chatting people from anywhere, Ireland, Australia, etc. you name it. I didn’t think about seriously meeting up with anyone, or talking to anyone near me. Mostly cause, stranger danger is a thing. But also, some of y’all are straight up disrespectful to big girls. Not your cup of tea? Be kind and move on. 🙄 Dating apps and a few bad hook ups later, I was lurking on some subreddits. Craving more than UNSOLICITED dick pics, and hit it and quit its with no interest in also getting me off (or at least trying to). Then I found a couple to be their unicorn and we talked for a few weeks and sent naughty videos on *naugty word* until I went and had my mind blown, as well as my cunt sucked and fucked relentlessly 😉
Then… I met someone from here. Check out his version of the story. With some photo evidence… 🔥🔥🔥
So last Tuesday I was horny as fuck and lurking again. I go to bed early but this night I couldn’t stop scrolling. I come across this post about a Michigan hotel room going to waste. I continue reading his stories and he seems sweet, funny and sexy. Personality is huge to me, it makes me more comfortable when I actually get a long with someone, so I dm him. It was innocent at first talking about his stories and what piqued my interest, but then I gave him my *naughty word* and it quickly escalated. We talked turn ons, experiences, what we were looking for, and he showed face right away. I joking sent my shoulder. We kept talking and he kept making me laugh and I thought “fuck, he’s only in town for one more night. Am I really going to fuck him?” So we chatted, and I started with hypothetically. Well, after showing him allll the angles. 😉
“Hypothetically if we met, what time/what/safety measures, etc.”
And he laughed and kept with the joke but also assured me. And reminded me he’d “hypothetically pound me into the bed” and if I was there we’d be 2-3 rounds in. What kept me talking to him was his respect, concern for my interests and truthfully his questions showing that he cared about my pleasure. So I keep up with our inside joke of hypothetically, like “hypothetically, how would you take me?” And he said shit like “not hypothetically, I want to fuck you right fucking now” and I was like fuck, we’re fucking meeting tomorrow. No doubt about it.
Fast forward and the nerves set it. I had precautions set but it’s like what if it’s weird or it’s over in two seconds or it’s not a vibe? This was the fastest I met with someone. But we kept communicating and our excitement was shared and he asked if he could kiss me when I walked to the door to start things off and fuck me if it wasn’t one of the hottest kisses I’ve ever had. The anticipation and knowing how bad he wanted me. He started tearing off my clothes and rubbing my shoulders and making me feel so comfortable and tingly. I knew I was in trouble, in the best way possible.
He’s got magic hand y’all. I felt his hot cock as he pushed me to the bed. He teased me so lightly and it was so hot and I reminded him I wanted to shower first as I had come from work. He said “I’ll let you shower, but I wanted to tease you first. Less nervous?” And I just nodded and rushed to the shower. I wanted him baaaaad. I quickly showered and came out to his hard cock and him telling me to get on my knees. I dressed up a little in lingerie, but that didn’t last long. It was too much of a barrier. So I sucked him hard and watched him to see what he liked. He told me how much he liked it, grabbed my hair and told me to keep going. Wooof. Communication is sexy people!
From there he was everywhere. Making out, sucking my tits, feeling me all over, I was overstimulated in the best way. 🥵 He dragged me to the end of the bed and just devoured me. Holy fucking shit! I had told him I don’t always cum (thanks lexapro) especially with a new partner, and he “hypothetically” was going to try his hardest. And he kept his word. He lapped at my pussy so well and added fingers and I got so worked up but couldn’t get there, not to his fault. I hate disappointing my partners. But at one point he was choking me and told me “look at me. What do you need?” And my pussy fucking flooded. I could only respond with “I don’t know, just keep fucking going”!
He flipped me over, slapped my ass and got a condom (another necessity… I don’t mess around with stds or babies…not for me) and fucking took me. 🥵 he told me the previous night how impatient he was, but reminded me today he was verrrryy patient as he wanted my soaked pussy right away. What a gentleman 😉
He entered me and I knew I did that cliche gasp, but I loved feeling him slide into me. He pounded into me and I loved every second. His cock felt soooo good and I needed him closer so I kept grabbing on to him. He said he wasn’t going to last long, and I smirked and milked his cock. I knew he’d be good for more rounds 😈 After we cuddled as we’re both self-proclaimed cuddle whores and talked about good and bad hookups. Then he looked at me like “game on” and round two was on its way. He put a pillow under my hips, climbed on top to suck my tits and finger me and told me to get ready as he got the condom. I was so excited. He lifted a leg and pushed into me. He teased me a little and then it was go time. I would’ve begged if he didn’t start soon…he told me this was his favorite position because of how deep he got, and holy shit was he right. I titled my head up and put the pillow over my face because the bed was already making too much noise…
He pounded into me as I grabbed his arms, the sheets and moaned like crazy. He pulled my arms tight and I felt him so much deeper and I was desperate for him, and his hard cock. I let my partners know how good I feel, and how good they’re doing. My face into a pillow and oh my god…oh my god.. OH MY GOD! I cum so hard and tell him so, and can’t say anything but oh my god for a few minutes. He didn’t cum but he sure as hell made me cum. His smirk told me he knew how good he did. “I think you might’ve liked that” he joked. I really, really did. We kept talking until I told him I truthfully rarely came with past hookups. Either anxiety or mostly because they didn’t want to be coached/told how to please me, or I was just a hole to them. I need more from my hook ups y’all!
He told me some of his hottest hookups (found in the stories) and we talked about how close I was the first time. So he took it as a challenge and said “speaking of almost cumming” and jump started round 3. Titty sucking soaks me so he started there, teased my clit with mouth and fingers and in the best fucking way possible, attacked my g-spot. Holy fuck. I had told him I’d only squirted once and he seemed to want it to be twice 😫
His fingers were like heaven, curling and rubbing me just right and I couldn’t stop squirming. It felt so fucking good, but good where sometimes it was too good, like I was too sensitive. But he checked in nonverbally and he saw and heard the pleasure I was in. And I didn’t squirt but I came hard. Feeling SO good and sexy. Then he said “put the pillow under your hips” and lifted one leg and got nice and deep in my pussy.
Grabbing my arms again, watching him fuck me was so hot, and feeling my tits bounce so hard was sexy. I truthfully wished in that moment we would’ve set up the camera…I wanted to get off again to us later. I came from him just getting me riled up with his hands and then fucking me deep. Then he hotly said “I’m so close…” and proceeded to grunt loudly as his came. 😍 I love vocal partners. Fuck. I probably had heart eyes, not going to lie. I laid on my stomach and said “words…words are hard”. And he reminded me he had told me he wanted to fuck me until I couldn’t talk. Well 10/10 reached his goal. I was laying there like a cat in sunshine, blissed out. Then we took some photos for you lovelies and he finger fucked me from behind and I milked his hand because Jesus Christ! And he told me how I clenched on him so hard. We kept talking after and just having fun.
I would totally recommend meeting/chatting with some people from Reddit. I think we had so much fun because of how comfortable we were. He asked me questions before, during and after that made me feel respected and excited. The whole experience was so great! One of my favorite things he said the night before was “I played sports in college, which means I’m coachable. Tell me what you like or what else I can do”. And even though consent and communication sound like bare minimum, they made this hookup as successful as it was.
Now before you might message me or comment, think If you’re going to show me the same respect. If not, go fuck a flesh light or something. 🤷♀️😈
TL;DR I fucked someone from Reddit after messaging for two hours. He doesn’t know my name and blew my mind.
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[MF] Korean tutor
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[Link to last story](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/10nprg7/mf_encounter_with_korea_language_exchange_part_3/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)
On my way to our next study session, I wondered how Serena was going to react after our weekend antics. After the usual pleasantries I said how much of a good time I’d had on Saturday. ‘Yeah - the films were good. Where did we finish our last session? I can’t remember.’ The way she reacted was as if I hadn’t even given her a peck on the cheek, let alone how she’d given me the best blowjob of my life or how I’d cum all over her. We carried on the study session as normal. I could not figure Serena out.
At the end of the session she suggested watching a film again at the weekend - it sounded like she was keen for round two, but she spoke in such a matter of fact tone I wasn’t fully convinced.
All week, all I could think about was fucking Serena. When she came round, we again set the film up and sat on my sofa with a blanket over us. This time our hands were all over each other within minutes. After about ten minutes her hand was rubbing my hard cock through my trousers. She gently stroked it as my hands reached round and caressed her breasts.
After about ten minutes of this teasing she suddenly stopped. ‘Do you know what time it is?’ she asked as sat upright.
‘Er, no. You don’t have to go already do you?’ I said.
‘No,’ she said, looking at her watch ‘it’s time for me to suck your cock again. Stand up.’
I wasn’t going to think twice about that! I stood up immediately. She unbuttoned my trousers and pulled them straight down. I stood in my boxers as she teased my cock through the material for a few more seconds. She then pulled them down and my hard cock sprang out. She kissed my balls before putting one completely in her mouth. I let out a loud groan as she continued giving my balls the attention they craved. She then moved onto my cock, licking it from base to tip, before swirling her tongue around my head. She did this action 6 or 7 times. Her tongue felt amazing but I was aching for her to wrap her mouth around my hard cock.
She looked up at me. ‘You like me sucking your cock, don’t you?’ I could barely murmur a response before she put my cock in her mouth, again reaching as far down as she could. I let out a huge groan and felt weak at the knees. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Her head bobbed up and down for about a minute and just like last time, I couldn’t take my eyes off this beautiful Korean woman sucking my cock like her life depended on it.
Just like last time, she seemed to get embarrassed. ‘Hey. No looking remember.’ With that she stood up, placed my cock in her hand and led me over to my bed. She pushed me down to lie on my back and grabbed a pillow to place on my stomach. Again, this sensation of not being able to see what was happening to my cock was amazing. My hand reached round to caress her tits over her bra, but she batted them off.
She continued sucking my cock for about another minute. I felt like I was about to blow. I was worried I was going to disappoint Serena again, I was convinced she was going to stop any second and then I’d cum almost instantly as soon as we started fucking. A few more seconds went by. ‘Stop,’ I said, ‘I’m going to cum. Her head bobbed up for a second. She paused and looked me dead in the eye. She smiled at me. ‘Good.’ She then disappeared back behind the pillow.
A few seconds felt and I knew I was going to cum ‘I’m gonna cum,’ I murmured giving her a warning. At this point in my life I’d never cummed in a girl’s mouth before. Serena was the first to do this. She trust her head over my cock and I felt my cock pump out stream after stream of cum. As no girl had ever done that to me before, I wasn’t sure what she was going to do next. She poked her head up and just stuck her tongue out lightly. Not in the way you see in porn where the girl shows the cum on her tongue, it was just in a playful way to show that my cum wasn’t in her mouth and that’d she’d swallowed it.
‘Wow,’ I whispered, ‘that was amazing.’
‘You taste different.’ Serena replied. ‘Different to a Korean. I like it.’ I didn’t know how to take this so just let out a moan. (Didn’t afterwards, either. In fact, retelling this story now, I still don’t know how to take it!).
Serena got up off the bed and looked at me. ‘I wanted to make you cum to start off with. That way I’m hoping you last nice and long for round two.’ And with those words she left the room to go to the bathroom. I lay back on my bed wondering what the rest of the evening had in store.
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Ask your doctor – Revenge Sex?
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I receive all kinds of sex questions, confessions and requests. 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
Everyone has sex, whether it is love or lust and we are all experts by experience. After you find out that your partner fucked someone else, you feel screwed by your partner. For example, he fucks that whore from across the street you always hated. Or your wife decided to suck the entire basketball team. Your partner can also fall in love with his younger secretary. Unforgivable! These are the moments when you want revenge.
Revenge sometimes seems the only way, but don’t act on anger, talk with someone. And if you have nobody to talk too, you can talk to me. My advice, stop putting energy into it and create a nice and better life for yourself.
Hope you enjoy the following shared from my readers and I have their permission to post them:
**Jasmine 21**
I had sex with a handsome black man for the wrong reasons, but I don’t regret it. A couple of hours before I took my revenge, I found out that my boyfriend was cheating. For the last couple of months, I was already suspicious, and when he fell asleep next to me in front of the TV, his mobile phone was finally unattended. It turned out to be packed with sexual tinted messages and sex photos of him with other girls. He always tried to make photos when we had sex, lucky I always refused this. Instead of waking him up, I walked out the door crying. I went to a cafe nearby and got drunk. How miserable I felt. How could he do this to me? In the café, a handsome black men decided to listen to my miserable story. If I think about it, it must have been a terrible for him to listen to a miserable story of a stranger. When it was closing time, I did not want go home and accepted his kind invitation to have one more drink at his house. We talked and one drink became two and three and then I decided to have my revenge.
Let me tell you something about my boyfriend, I don’t want to speak all bad off him, but he has a problem. When we started dating, before we had sex for the first time, he wanted to know with how many boys I slept and if I also slept with a black man? And when things turned serious between us, whilst he was probably already cheating on me, he asked me to promise him that if I ever decided to cheat on him, not to do it with a black man. I never understood his problem, but if I ever wanted to have my revenge on him, that this is it. That night I had sex, and because my boyfriend always like to make photos during the sex, I took some nice shots for him of me sucking and fucking a big black cock. We are still together, and I don’t think he will ever cheat on me again.
**Stella 24**
When I was \*\* I dated a boy that always wanted me to suck his dick and then forced me to swallow his cum. When he came, he always grabbed my head and pushed his dick deep inside my mouth. Stream of cum landed in my mouth and in the back of my throat and he loved it when I had to gag. When we were together, I always ended up with his dick in my mouth. don’t get me wrong I love to give men a blowjob and I loved his dick, but never enjoyed the moment when he forced me again to swallow. I don’t mind to swallow cum and if he just let me be, I will swallow, but don’t force me. We talked about it, and he always apologizes, but he kept doing it. When it happened again, I did not swallow and kept his cum in my mouth, and then kissed him with his own cum in my mouth. I never seen anyone running so quick to the bathroom to flush his mouth.
**Anonymous**
I was \*\* when I got my first boyfriend. He was a year older than me and we knew each other through friends. In the beginning I thought that he was the love of my life, until one day he turned my entire life upside down by cheating on me with one of my friends. after I broke up with him, I did not hear from him for days, until suddenly I receive a message and a video from him on my phone. I did not even know he filmed us during sex. He secretly filmed me during a blowjob where you can clearly see my face and when he fucks me in doggy position. He wrote me that he wanted to have sex or he will put that video on the internet. I agreed but only if he would delete the video. That night we had sex and before I left, he deleted the video. I thought that this was it, but when he messaged me a couple of days later that he wanted sex again or he will put a copy he made of the video on the internet, I refused. One week later on my way home, I received a lot of messages from friends with screenshots and messages that there was a sex video of me on Instagram. From that moment on I had a reputation as the town slut and I wanted revenge on my ex. When one of my friends honestly told her opinion on the video, she told me that I deserve better. And by better she did not aim at the way he treated me, but by better she meant a bigger dick. When she proposed to post a video of me sucking a big cock on Instagram with the text, “Jonathan, you’re a dick and this is a real dick”, I agreed. She called one of her exes and for the video I sucked his big dick. After my friend posted the video online, I messaged my ex-boyfriend to look on Instagram with a big smiley. For weeks, everyone in town teased him with his small dick.
**Anonymous 18**
When my boyfriend cheated on me behind my back, I had sex with his best friend and in less than an hour later I had sex with my boyfriend. As he was licking me, I wondered if he ever tasted the cum of his friend. My revenge was sweet…
**C. 38**
I remember like it was yesterday, especially the sounds. The moaning of my girlfriend and the sound of a sex, 2 bodies slapping against each other and the wet sound of a pussy that gets hard fucked. I will never forget the humiliation of that moment when I opened the door and see someone fucking my sweet girlfriend in our Living room. Why? Because I cheated on her first with her best friend. This was her revenge, to fuck the boyfriend of her best friend. I fucked her friend, she fucked her boyfriend, quite fair to be honest. We are now happily married, and I would never ever cheat on my beautiful wife again. No, I won't cheat, but if she ever does, I will get my revenge.
Ever have a story so hot it would be wrong not to share it with someone? I am here to listen. Please if you have any questions, confessions, dick rating requests or you just need some advice, feel free to contact me and I will answer your questions xxx
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How she [F26] found herself tied up in my [M24] bed on our very first Tinder date, Ask Us Anything
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**Full disclosure:**
* The story I'm about to tell is *real,* this is the way me and her met. This is from my perspective, a Dom with 7+ years of experience, 24M.
* Please, do not do this at home. For real, if you want to explore your kinky side we advise you find a BDSM community near you, research, explore and respect yourself and your partner(s). We do not advise finding a BDSM partner on Tinder. We do not advise partaking in a BDSM scene the very first time you meet them. She got *lucky.* I got *lucky.* This could have ended very badly.
* I'm Italian, english is not my first language, I apologize for any mistake, and hope they don't take away from the story too much.
* This is a shared account, we will be answering any question you might have in the comments. Enjoy.
TL;DR at the bottom
**The story:**
August 26, 2022. Italy, ~~location redacted~~, my new apartment. 09:18 PM.
I hear the specific notification on Tinder I've set on my phone.
* "You have a new Match on Tinder!"
* "Charlotte sent you a new Message"
* "Charlotte sent you a new Message"
A surprise to be sure, but a welcome one.
"Your bio, pics, vibe, love everything about it"
"Wanna grab an ice cream? I'm about to head out"
*Less than one kilometers away*
She's really fucking hot. Like: "I'm about to get both my kidneys stolen and be ok with it" really fucking hot type. This has to be a setup.
"Sure, wanna do a quick video call? Just want to make sure you are not about to murder me *ha ha ha"*
"Think I'm a catfish uh? Lmao, let's do it"
Fuck. She's even hotter than her pictures. I need a shower, *right now.*
09:36 PM, front of the ice cream shop.
I park my shitty car on the other side of the street, didn't even have time to clean it properly before heading out. To put it in perspective, it looked like it could fall apart at any moment, messy, windshield cracked.
I walk to the shop, pepper spray in my tartan trouser's pocket and all neurons firing, looking out for the gorgeous girl that just invited me to go out with her. I chose the best fitting shirt I had for the occasion, I was leaving nothing up to chance as I'm thinking over and over if I've put my cologne on or not. I did, by the way.
And there she is: beige shorts highlighting her long legs, a black top with a light brown jacket, athletic build, blonde and light gray eyes. At that moment, I had no idea I had just met the best Bratty Sub I've ever met.
We say hi, skip immediately the ice cream and go straight to have a drink at a local bar. A bit unfortunate, since it was the perfect opportunity to show off my two tongue piercings. The whole time we were walking there I really couldn't help but wander if she was wearing panties or not. She wasn't.
We arrive there, order our drinks, and instantly connected. It was something out of the ordinary, we had the same hobbies, very similar interests and the chemistry was off the charts. So of course, don't remember exactly how, but the BDSM topic came up.
"So yeah, I'm a Dom, specifically very into rigging, anything I can use to tie you up will make me happy. I do prefer rope though, it's practical and it's the thing I have the most experience with. I enjoy an attitude, and definitely enjoy having more than one sexual partner. I'm also very into CNC (Consensual Non-Consent), Free use, any way I can turn my partner into my perfect fucktoy"
The whole time, I was looking at her leaning on the table, sipping my drink, making sure she was understanding what I was talking about. She seemed quite intrigued, so I continued, as I leaned back onto my chair and smiled:
"And what about you? Have you had any experience, or interest in that matter?"
"I don't really have much experience, but I've always wanted to try. I think I'm kind of a switch, both Domme and Subby tendencies, but leaning more towards the Subby side, even though I haven't explored it quite as much. Never had the chance. The opportunity to be turned into a perfect little fucktoy"
Her eyes lit up. My heart started going faster as I felt the adrenaline rushing in my whole body. I wanted to fuck her, when I first saw her.
Now, I was going to break her.
11:13 PM.
We get in my car.
"You know what they say about guys with shitty cars?" She says, I could feel her a bit tense, rightfully so, in a stranger's car heading to his apartment.
"What do they say?"
She pauses, and I briefly look at her while starting the engine: "They say they fuck *really* good"
I smile, while looking at the road ahead: "We shall see about that"
11:20 PM. My apartment.
I popped open the white wine bottle, poured her a glass as she had already made herself comfortable on my couch. I sit down, she has her legs crossed towards me and I struggle to keep my eyes off them as we maintain deep eye contact. We talk some more and I discover she's way more passionate about wine than I am. She's acutally quite knowledgeable about them, and seeing her lips touch the crystal glass makes me wonder just how soft they would feel lightly pressed on my skin. How lovely the faint lipstick mark she left on the glass would look on my cock's shaft.
"So much for a Dom's initiative..." She says, giving me a sly side eye.
I was completely spaced out, looking at her lips.
"Say again?"
"I said... You are a Dom, I thought you would have taken the initiative by now"
I lean on the couch, now facing her with my whole body. She had the balls to say that out loud, I had to respect that.
She describes me going into my "Dom's space" as a switch being hit in the back of my mind. My whole demeanor changes, the way I look at her resembles much more the way a big feline looks at a pray. She says it sends chills down her spine, in the best possible way. I'm not aware of that as it happens, and having a large iris doesn't help either. I can assure you though, she was my toy now, and I would get to play with her for as long as I felt like.
"I think there might have been a misunderstanding" I tell her, smiling.
"And what would that be?"
"You, thinking you have any saying in what's going to happen next. Or when. Or how"
I lean closer to her, not breaking eye contact and making sure she understands the kind of trouble she just got herself into.
"Now, you are going to show me how much of a good girl you can be and kiss me, right now"
And she did. I put my hand on her cheek, which drifted immediately to her hair, grabbing onto them instinctively. Old habits die hard. She lets out a gentle moan as I kiss her deeply and intensely. She climbs on top, facing me, taking off her top. She had a beautiful emerald green bra, and even more interestingly the idea to be in any sort of control. As I already told you reader, she had no idea what she had gotten herself into.
I put my hands on her thighs and lift ourselves up from the couch, not breaking the kiss. I carried her to my room, while I grabbed her ass and felt her amazing body. I threw her onto the bed, her hair was already messy, just the way I love it. She looks at me for a brief second before I get on top of her, kissing her neck and immediately taking a hold of her wrists, pinning them down above her head. I switch to only using one hand, and with the other unbuckle her belt, while I looked into her amazing gray eyes.
I started kissing her again, now the neck, her chest, her breasts. Letting my other hand wander all over her body, taking it in fully. Her skin felt amazing under my hands, and I couldn't get enough of it. I let go of her wrists, taking off her pants. That's when I realized she had no panties, and now I wanted nothing more than to taste her. She took off her bra, revealed her pierced nip. Her body was out of this world.
"Take my shirt off" I ordered her, as I put both my hands on her cheeks and lifted her up. She was now sitting on the edge of my bed, looking at me from below. She unbuttoned my shirt from the top down, unbuckled my belt and pulled down my trousers. She started kissing my abdomen, feeling my legs, my ass, my back and digging her fingers into my skin. She took my underwear off, I was really, really hard already. She looked at me and just before she opened her mouth to wrap her lips around my cock I grabbed her by the hair, pulling down and stopping her.
I leaned closer, and whispered into her ear: "Not. So. Fast. I'm not done with you yet."
I immediately pushed her onto the bed, putting one hand on her throat pinning her down, lifting her leg with the other and exposing her gorgeous pussy to me. I started kissing her on her inner thighs, while still holding her by the throat, frimly. I reached her pussy lips, and started kissing her all around them. On her mound, her other thigh... Until finally, with one motion, I let my tongue slip between her lips, from the bottom, to her clit. She moaned, and I pulled her leg down, pinning her once more.
She tasted amazing. She was already wet when I started licking her, now even more as I started focusing more and more on her clit, letting her feel how warm my mouth is. Making her feel just how much I loved her taste. How much I craved her pleasure. I pushed my tongue inside her as I squeezed more her throat in my hand. I wrapped my lips around her clit and started licking her faster and lightly sucking on her clit. I felt her legs starting to contract, and I made sure she wouldn't be able to move them at all as I kept making her moan louder and louder.
"Oh god... I'm coming" Said, almost out of breath. I felt her fingers in my hair and immediately grabbed her wrist, blocked it on the bed and held her leg locking my arm around her thigh as she let out a very loud moan, coming really hard on my mouth. I wasn't letting her go as she came, holding her tightly as she squirmed underneath me.
As her orgasm is finally over and her legs and abdomen are having light spasms, I wipe my mouth and face with my arm and get on top of her, looking directly into her eyes.
"What..." Her heavy breathing was making it hard to speak, so I put my hand on her cheek and kissed her, deeply, while pressing my whole body against hers.
"I'm not done with you, yet" I whispered on her lips, as I immediately grabbed both her wrists and climbed on top of her, with my legs at the sides of her torso. I pushed two pillows under her head and leaned close, again.
"Now you are going to show me how much of a good girl you can be"
She pulled her tongue out, and I pushed my hard cock on it, making her lick it from the bottom of the shaft, all the way to the head. I let go of her wrists and grabbed her hair, controlling exactly how I wanted to use her tongue, and her mouth, for my pleasure. She was now my fucktoy, and judging by the look in her eyes, she knew it very well.
I pushed her down on my cock, making her take it all in her mouth. It felt so warm, it made me even harder. I started moving my hips slowly, fucking her face just how I liked it. Her lips tightly wrapped around my dick, just the way I wanted.
I pulled her hair again, a strand of saliva dripped from her mouth to my cock. She needed a special treatment.
I jumped off the bed and grabbed my hemp rope, quickly tying her hands together and doing the same with her ankles. It was her first time being tied up:
"If it hurts, you tell me immediately. If you feel numb, you tell me immediately. If you want to get out, you tell me immediately, for any reason whatsoever. Do you understand me?" I was dead serious, staring into her gorgeous eyes.
She nodded.
"That's a good girl" I kissed her again, feeling her tongue wrap against mine.
I turned her on her belly, digging my fingers into her hair and I spanked her four times, in succession. I felt her pussy dripping wet with my fingers and turned her around again.
"I'm going to fuck you now, really, really hard..."
I grabbed both her legs with one arm, put a pillow under her butt with the other hand. Her legs resting on my shoulder tied together. I put on a condom and let her feel how hard I was, wetting the head of my cock between her lips.
"...But not before you say please"
I told her, now looking at her reaction.
"Please... Fuck me"
I immediately put pressure with my hips, driving myself slowly inside her. She was so tight, it felt amazing going deep inside her pussy in one single motion.
She moaned, and I put a hand on her mouth and thrust inside her once more.
And again.
And again.
She squirmed as I started fucking her. I held her legs tightly together, and thrust my cock hard, but slowly... At first. She felt so amazing, I couldn't hold myself back even if I wanted to.
I quickly untied her legs, put my hands on her thighs and pushed them back onto the bed. She was very flexible, and I was going really deep inside her. She moaned more as I fucked her brains out, I put my arms under her legs and put both my hands on her throat, squeezing tightly as I kept eye contact.
I felt getting closer and closer to coming, her hands pulled on my ass as I thrust inside her with even more force, coming really deep inside her. I felt my cock pulsating inside her wet pussy, as I looked into her eyes and kissed her intensely.
We stayed like this for a while, before cleaning ourselves up a bit and hugging really tightly together, on my bed.
I later drove her home, still in disbelif at the insanely amazing sex we just had.
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TL;DR:
Matched, had really good convo, had spicy sex. Both would do it again.
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[S/S] I had the most sex-tastic night with my sister!!!!!!!!!!!
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Jeff was asleep and he is a very sound sleeper. It was my turn to sleep in the middle and that's my favorite!!! I was just about to fall asleep when I realized I neeeeeeeeded some dick...badly!!! There was no waking Jeff, so I started rubbing my sister's leg to see if she might be awake and want to give me some luvin!
"Hey bitch, you're giving me a boner..." She whispered and we turned toward each other and started kissing and groping the other!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jeff woke up a little and grunted "Girls. In the living room."
We tiptoed out of the bedroom trying not to laugh and as soon as we were out, we were making out again like pyscho-sexual-nympho-monkeys!!!!!!!
She shoved me onto the couch and yanked off my underwear and just shoved her yummy dick inside me. We both put a hand over the other's mouth, so we didn't wake up Jeff or our neighbors. We humped like we crazy people and only fucking could cure us!
At one point, she popped out of me, and we laughed, and I fell off the couch and almost squished Satchmo! That's my kitty, in case I never mentioned him!!!!
Finally, she stood me up and bent me over! That way, we didn't bounce furniture around!!!!!! Have I ever mentioned how much I adore her penis?!?!?!?!?!
Then we went back to bed and Jeff woke up enough to pull us both to him and spoon with us both. I was squished in the middle and warm and snuggly all night!!!!!!!!!!
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I got more than I bargained for when visiting home with my new girlfriend... [M21/F19] [sex] [oral] [cheating] [morningwood]
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I run my fingers down the stitched black leather, nervously admiring the elegant curves and plush contours. “You’ve got a very nice car, Mrs Glassner.”
“Thank you, Adam,” she says, “That’s kind of you to say.” Her eyes flash on mine in the rear-view mirror before returning to the road, navigating us out of the chaos of the airport’s arrivals terminal.
Monica, her daughter, riding shotgun, turns in her seat to face me, giving me a warning glare. I shrug.
“Remind me again,” Mrs Glassner continues, “How did you two meet? In class?”
“No,” Monica shakes her head, “It was through a friend of a friend. Erica Garcia, you remember her? Mary’s friend? Well, anyway, Adam’s her cousin.”
“Oh!” her mom says, “Well, that’s very brave of you, Adam, spending the holidays with your girlfriend’s family. Won’t your own family be missing you, though?”
“Not really,” I say, “My mom and all her sisters are nurses, and they’re always working Christmas and the other holidays. Holiday pay, you know? We’ll have our family dinner the week after.”
“Well isn’t that convenient,” Mrs Glassner smiles. She pulls us onto the freeway, merging into traffic. “Monica hasn’t told us anything about you, you know, so I hope you’re ready for lots of questions.”
Gods above, why did I agree to this? “Sure thing, Mrs Glassner.”
Monica and I get along great. We’ve only been dating three months, but they’ve been three amazing months. She’s always making interesting things — painting, drawing, sculpting — all digitally, of course — and I write up the backstories, using her artwork as prompts. That’s how we met, at a small party in someone’s dorm room, Monica’s friend showing off one of her pieces against her will except not really, and me spitballing on the fly, coming up with the story behind her creation. One thing led to another, and we ended up back in her room, and ‘happily ever after’ and all that.
Dinner that night is … uncomfortable. I sit next to Monica, gripping her hand under the table, holding on for dear life. Mrs Glassner keeps beaming at me like I’m the son she never had, and Monica’s dad asks me nearly three hundred questions about football teams and basketball players and baseball series, topics on which I know nothing. And then there’s Emily, Monica’s little sister, across the table. She’s aloof, disinterested, casting me mocking grins when not rolling her eyes at her parents.
When Emily finally deigns to join the conversation, she asks, “So how’s my sister in bed? She still make that weird noise?”
“Emily!” Mrs Glassner roars, voice high, like a tea kettle, “I can’t believe you!”
“Young lady,” Mr Glassner fumes, voice deep, like a freight train, “If that’s how you’re going to speak, you can just leave this table.”
“Ok, whatever,” Emily rolls her eyes, standing. She’s petite, slender, with short-cropped dirty blonde hair. She tucks it behind her ear, “I was done anyway,” and walks out without a backwards glance.
Mr Glassner sighs, buries his face in his hand.
“Please excuse her,” Mrs Glassner says, “Since graduating high school, which was a close thing, she’s just never found direction. Not like Monica here.”
“That was only last year, Mom,” Monica says, “Give her time, ok? She’ll come around.” She squeezes my hand under the table.
I give her a reassuring nod.
Later, in Monica’s childhood bedroom, I curl up next to her beneath the blanket. “I thought for sure your parents would insist I sleep in the guest bedroom.”
“Naw, they’re cool,” she says, nestling into my chest, “Emily’s usually the one to bring guys home, and some real losers, too. Guys you could tell weren’t going to be around long. My parents’re happy to have a boy like you here, believe me.”
“That was nice to hear you stick up for your sister tonight at dinner.” I hug her into me, cupping her breast, pressing my erection into her leg. “We could all learn from your ability to be the bigger person.” I slip my hand between her thighs, pet her pussy.
She rolls over in my arms, kisses me. “I… I can’t. Not here. Sorry, Adam.”
“I’ll be quiet,” I whisper, “Nobody will hear us.” My cock is rock hard and ready. I guide her hips to mine.
“It’s not that,” she says, pulling away, “It’s just… too weird. Here, with all my childhood toys and posters watching us, in my old bed.”
I sigh. “It’s ok,” I say, suppressing my disappointment and frustration, masking it in a kiss, “I understand. We’ll just snuggle.”
She hums contentedly. “Thanks. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”
“Damn right you will.” I squeeze her butt.
“Plus,” she says, “You can look forward to tomorrow morning, when I’ll be making my famous breakfast. I mean, really make it. No more crappy dorm kitchen cooking.”
“Sounds nice, babe.” I kiss her again.
“Hey, wake up!”
I blink. Everything’s blurry, and I wipe the salt from my eyes. It helps only a little. “What? What’s going on?”
“Time to get up, sleeping beauty.”
“Huh?” I blink again, frowning in confusion. Where am I? Oh, right. Monica’s childhood bedroom. Then where’s Monica? And who’s talking?
The blurry figure steps into the bedroom, coming closer. “Geeze, you’re slow to rise,” she giggles, “Or at least, some of you.”
I find on my glasses and blink until I can see. She’s cute, petite, with dirty blonde hair in a pixie cut and an impish grin on her face. Emily! I remember now. But her gaze… I track it to my hips. Where I’ve got an obscene case of morningwood tenting the sheet.
“Oh! Um…” I blush, curling my legs up, trying to hide my erection.
“Monica sent me to get you up,” she giggles, “But, uh, looks like you’re already there.” She takes a step closer to the bed, to me, biting her lip. Damn, if she isn’t cute. “Can I see it?” She nods at my crotch.
“See… it?”
“Yeah,” she tugs on the sheets, “C’mon, I won’t hurt it.”
I tug the sheets back, pulling away from her. “What’re you… crazy?” I glance at the hallway, only to realize Emily’s closed the door behind her.
“A little bit, yeah.” She sits on the bed, folding her legs under her. Apart from pink booty shorts with white piping, her legs are bare. Up close, her pale skin looks silky soft and flawless. “So just show me, I won’t tell.”
“Why?”
She rolls her eyes. “Because I love cock, duh.” She pulls on the sheet again, trying to yank it off me. “Especially fat, hard cock.”
Her back is arched, and as I look up at her, my gaze automatically drops to her chest. She’s wearing a heather gray crop-top t-shirt with the word “CALIFORNIA” written across it in big block letters. Her flat belly shows beneath the shirt, and the fabric is tight. Tight enough that swell of her breasts presses through, little dents in the material telling me where her nipples are.
She sees me looking, and her grin grows. “If you show me yours, I’ll show you mine.” She lifts the shirt’s hem, more of her torso sliding into my view, getting closer and closer to her breasts.
I gasp as I see the bottom of her tits. On her petite, narrow frame, they’re big, and my jaw drops.
But she stops, holding the shirt just there, teasing me. I look up at her, a pleading look in my eye.
She asks, “Deal?”
I let go of the sheet.
She giggles as she pulls it off me. “Lay back.”
I grit my teeth so as not to whimper and I do as she asks. I’m naked, and my cock is standing at full attention — a thick, tall circumcised shaft with a fat vein running down its underside. My balls cling to it, heavy and full and blue.
“Geeze, my sister gets this?” Emily says, eyes wide, ricocheting from my face to my crotch and back. “No fair!”
“Show me,” I wave at her chest, suddenly aware of how close to me she is. If I just reach out and… no. I stay my hand.
Emily throws her shoulders back, way back — she’s very flexible, I realize — and lifts her shirt to her collar. Two magnificent breasts spill out, porcelain perfect and pale. Little pink nipples top each, and as my jaw drops, my mouth waters.
She giggles at my reaction, clearly enjoying herself. She grabs my wrist and deposits my hand on her right breast — not that I put up much resistance — and I fondle her, squeezing her, thumbing her nipple. My fingers are long and firm, unyielding. She watches my hand as I grope her, wearing a pleased expression.
Her fist wraps around the base of my shaft, her thumb and index finger almost meeting as she drags them to the tip.
I groan in pleasure, but say, “Hey!” having just enough wherewithal to know better than to do let this happen. I bat her hand away, or at least I try to… well, I at least make the motion. The point is, her hand remains on my cock, tugging me with steady strokes. “You can’t do that!” I say, bringing my hand to her other breast.
“Oh, hush,” she giggles, “What were you going to do? Slip some shorts on and go into the dining room, hoping nobody notices the huge fucking cock pointed at them?”
“You’re making it harder,” I groan, rolling my legs out, giving her easier access. Actions speak louder than words, obviously.
“How is that even possible?” She yanks me with two fists, making the head of my cock swell purple and glisten as precum drips from it. “Ooh,” she exclaims, swirling her fingers around my glans.
I shudder and moan, my limbs tensing, back going rigid.
“Nope!” she says, pulling her hands away, “Not yet!”
I whimper, “Please!”
She laughs at me, running her fingertips down my belly, brushing them along my inner thigh. “Oh, look who’s a horny boy!”
My cock throbs and twitches as she tickles my balls, and I roll my head back and groan. Unthinkingly, instinctively, spontaneously, I grab her ass, my powerful grip closing around her firm little tush.
She likes this, laughing again, this time with a smile running from ear-to-ear.
I find her pussy, rub it through her shorts.
She moans, her cute cheeks reddening. And — thank fuck — her hands return to my neglected cock. It surges in her firm grip, ecstasy flooding through me.
“You’re thirsty for my cum, aren’t you?” I growl. I don’t know where these words come from, I never say stuff like this. Yet the sentences spring to my lips, fully formed. “You’re going to swallow my jizz, every last drop.”
“Uh-huh,” she nods.
“Now, grab my balls. Squeeze them.”
I groan in pleasure as her fingers wrap around them, pressing into them while her other hand makes a fist, driving up and down my length with a strong pace.
I push her shorts up into her taut little sex, making her moan again. Damn, she’s tight even on my fingers.
Her mastery of cock is exceptional, her fingers running up my vein with each tug, her thumb lingering to tickle my glans. I’m panting, chest heaving as I suck down each breath. I bring my free hand to her mouth, slip my thumb in between her lips.
She sucks on it. She tugs on my sac. She strokes my cock, over and over and over.
“Fuck,” I groan, “I’m gonna cum…”
I don’t have to remind her. Emily dutifully drops her open lips just over my shaft, and when my balls tense and cock throbs and spunk explodes from the tip, the jet sprays into her mouth. She holds there as more and more comes, my hips bucking as the semen drains from me.
Blood rushes through my ears, and I nearly pass out. But I force my eyes open in time to see Emily swallowing. I let go of her crotch and muss her hair. “Fucking hell…” I mutter, at a loss for anything else to say.
She’s got a distant look on her face, splooge coating her lips which, for once, aren’t smiling.
“Go clean yourself up,” I instruct, “We got a breakfast to enjoy.”
And you know what? The breakfast is excellent.
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The Swap Part 2 - [F32M41][Interracial][Creampie][Gentle Dom][Passionate]
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The two couples went their separate ways. Jeremy and Gianna both went to the bathroom downstairs where they could shower, while Ty and Beth went upstairs to the master bedroom. For all the years that Beth had been friends with Gianna, she had never been to this part of the house. The room was decorated primarily in silver and purple, with dark brown furniture. The lights were already dimmed and the scent of oils filled the space.
“Wow! I love your bedroom, it’s beautiful.” Beth said with excitement in her voice.
“Thanks, these are my favorite colors, so I let Gianna decorate it however she wanted. She did well if I do say so,” Ty said with a smile.
Beth swooned as she listened to Ty’s words. His voice was deep with a touch of rasp and normally didn’t say much.
“Come here,” Ty demanded in a surprisingly gentle tone pointing to the ground before him. It had hints of sternness and playfulness that made Beth’s heart race.
Her legs crossed over each other with each step as she slowly approached Ty in a way to accentuate the sway of her hips. She didn’t have the same curves as her friend, but she knew how to work what she had. Her heels tapped the light brown hardwood floors with a steady pace as she walked closer.
“Jeremy tells you how fucking sexy you look, right?”
Beth smiled and gave a small nod, “All the time, I’m a lucky lucky girl,” she said brightly.
She was a little nervous. She had only ever been with Jeremy, so she didn’t quite know what to expect. She took a deep breath and continued telling herself that she was overthinking the whole thing and to just enjoy herself.
“And I’m about to be a lucky guy,” he said as he pulled her naked flesh against his body.
Beth’s pussy tingled knowing exactly what was being implied. Ty was significantly taller than Jeremy around 6 foot 8 and even though Beth wasn’t especially short, she felt tiny with her 5-foot 5-inch frame. She could feel the shape of his cock pressed into her stomach.
She brought her gaze up to meet his eyes and Beth’s heart fluttered with an almost electrical charge that passed through her body. She ran her hands down his chest, feeling the bulge of his pectorals and the separated bumps of his stomach muscles. He was solid and she began to paint a picture of him in his naked form in her mind. Then something caught her eye. She turned her head off to the left.
“What’s that?” Beth asked.
She had a feeling she knew what it was, but she wanted to hear him say it. She looked up to the ceiling where there were two thick nylon bands spread by a bar that was supported by a metal hoop at the ceiling that caused the foot straps to hang about three feet from the floor. At the end of the bands, there were two adjustable hoops. Two straps connected the two sides to form a seat, and two more straps similar to the longest straps. These hung quite a bit higher, and also had hoops that had formed at the ends.
Ty smiled brightly, as he pulled Beth in closer, “I guess I’m just going to have to show you.”
Beth nodded.
“But first, my clothes aren’t going to come off by themselves,” he said again with a smile.
Beth wasn’t used to being told what to do, and she actually kind of liked it. After being with Jeremy so long, she was able to get a pretty good read on him. Ty was demanding but was soft about it. She felt comfortable and she wanted to submit to him. She reached up and began unbuttoning his black silk shirt. Beth bit her lip as she watched his dark, muscular skin become exposed as the shirt fell to the ground. He had a Gemini tattoo on his right pectoral and the words Semper Fi printed in a stylized script across his stomach.
She traced her hands down his abs feeling each ripple, then ran her tongue up through the groove where the muscles parted at the center of his stomach. She blew back down over the dampened skin causing goosebumps to form over his body. Ty held back a shiver as Beth’s dexterous fingers unfastened his belt, pulling it through the loops and tossing it carelessly onto the floor. She traced her fingers over his bulge that had been tucked into the leg of his pants. While Ty’s cock wasn’t thick like Jeremy’s, there was little doubt that his length would dwarf that of her husband’s.
Beth ran her fingers around the waistband of his pants until they reached the center, then her nimble fingers went to work. She undid the clasp and quickly lowered the zipper downward. She brought her gaze upward to meet his stare.
“Go on,” he said, once again instructing her.
She pushed her hands into the waistband over his hips and with her wrists lowered his pants to the point where they fell to the ground without any further help. She held her legs together to keep from dripping down her legs as a surge of lust ran over her. His cock sprung upward no longer restricted by the fabric and she let out a gasp. She reached out and held the head of his cock as if she were shaking someone’s hand. She twisted her hand around his cock and slid her palm up and down the underside of his shaft a few times. Ty stepped out from his pants freeing his ankles. He slid his hands down Beth’s lower back, over her ass cheeks, and held his hands at her thighs. He easily lifted Beth and carried her to the bed, setting her down with a gentle plop. He pushed against her inner thighs, spreading her legs apart, and looked down at her pussy. Her thighs were wet, and the sight caused his cock to tense causing his length to rise and fall before her eyes.
“You know you want to suck it,” he said as he took another step closer.
Normally, Beth didn’t care for people deciding what she wanted, or what she didn’t want. This time, she didn’t fucking care. She slid both hands down his cock, holding him upright as she lowered her mouth around him. Even with both hands holding him, she was unable to take his exposed length fully into her mouth. She twisted her hands back and forth as her mouth engulfed him, the tip of her tongue catching the taught flesh of his frenulum every time she flicked her tongue left to right, right to left.
“Yes, work the head of my cock,” he said, his voice wasn’t as gentle as it was at first.
She complied. Her left hand pushed down to his base, her right hand stroking his shaft as she sucked and licked at his swollen head. She’d occasionally push her tongue into his slit and he’d give Beth a guttural moan of approval.
“Fuck babe, just like that. Keep going.”
Beth began to suck hard, the vacuum of her mouth caused his head to swell more, then she’d pull him from her mouth causing a loud popping sound as the seal of her lips around him was broken.
“I want you to fuck me,” Beth whimpered as her pussy longed to be filled.
“No, you don’t get to tell me what to do,” Ty said harshly.
His denial made her want him even more.
“Please!” she begged as she laid back into the bed. Part of her had hoped that putting herself on display would change his mind.
He lifted Beth and threw her over his shoulder. She looked down at his back, shadows forming between the muscles of his back along his spine darkening further along his already dark skin. He could feel her juices on his shoulder and he so badly wanted to fuck her, but he had wanted to give her a different experience. It took all of his willpower to keep him from just holding her up by the thighs and sliding her down his cock and just fucking her up against the wall. No, as much as Ty wanted her, he needed to refrain himself.
Ty lowered Beth down onto the sling that now supported her, as her feet dangled over the floor. He then took the straps and slid them up her arm, tightening them around her biceps place putting her in a quasi-laying down position. He positioned another sling beneath her shoulders which gently supported the weight of her upper body, her arms were held to her sides. He ran his fingers down her legs and lifted the first by the calf and pulled off her first shoe, followed by the second. Ty then took one of the two remaining straps, sliding it around her toes and further down around her foot, finally tightening the band around her left ankle. He repeated the same movements with her right leg.
Beth wiggled a bit and quickly realized how restricted her movement was in this position. He took her by the feet, sliding his thumbs down the middle of each foot, and pushed them off to his left where she began to spin around. His strong hands caught her by the shoulders, instantly stopping her in place. She leaned her head back and opened her mouth.
“Good girl,” Ty said, rewarding her behavior. “Just relax your throat.”
“Wait, relax my throat?” Beth thought to herself, but before she could even react the tip of his cock pushed into her open mouth. She watched his length slowly get pushed deeper and deeper into her mouth. She began to press the flat part of her tongue up against the head of his cock as it pushed in. She could feel the underside of his cock tense against her tongue as he let out a sudden moan. Beth tensed as her reflex unwillingly tried to reject his cock from pushing deeper.
“I said, relax your throat,” Ty said through gritted teeth.
Beth relaxed her tongue, then her throat as he slid himself deeper. Her eyes clamped shut as she nearly gagged for the second time but instead of coughing, she convinced herself to relax more. She inhaled deeply through her nose just in time for his cock to lunge deeper and held in place. She swallowed around his cock which caused Ty to tense again. She opened her eyes which were now filled with tears and saw his balls hovering above her face. She blinked in disbelief and felt a sense of pride in seeing how deeply she was able to take him. She panicked for a split second realizing her breath was cut off. He pulled out, leaving the tip of his cock in her mouth as she breathed deeply...
“You did good, want to try it again?” he asked, the gentle tone returned to his voice.
Beth nodded slightly, and he began sliding deeper once again. She took a deep breath when she needed to as he slid straight down her throat. Realizing that it was much easier this time around as he pulled himself from her again.
“I’m going to fuck your throat, okay?”
Beth nodded again. He reached forward, taking her large tits in hand, and slowly rocked his pelvis forward a few times. She breathed deeply every time the head of his cock was pulled from her throat alternating between inhales and exhales. Drool began running down her face as he slid his cock from her mouth one last time. Tilting her head back she kissed his tip just before he walked toward the restroom. Upside Down, she watched his sizeable balls sway between his thighs as he walked away.
He came back holding a cloth as he dried her face. She only imagined how bad she must have looked, but instead of a look of disgust, he lowered himself to his knees, held her face in his strong hands, and kissed her deeply. She closed her eyes as their tongues explored each other’s mouths.
“Are you okay?” he asked with concern.
“Mmm-hmm,”
“Good, now it’s your turn.”
Ty pushed her shoulders off to the side as she slowly spun around once again. He caught her at the calves and brought his body forward between her thighs. Beth struggled to lift her head to a position where she could watch him, but it was no use. Aside from the placement of his hands, there was no easy way to know where he was at. She was expecting his mouth but jumped as his hands lifted her from the sling that was supporting her ass.
Ty looked her over as her back was now arched. He smiled to himself as he saw the trail of her wetness running downward. He dragged his tongue between her asscheeks, over her asshole, sipping up her juices as he pushed his mouth against her pussy lips. His beard tickled her ass as he kissed over her cunt. He placed a gentle kiss on her clit and lowered her back down onto the sling, making sure she was properly supported. He traced a middle finger up and down her pussy, collecting her moisture as she slipped his middle finger inside. He watched as his finger disappeared inside her. Her clit tensed at his touch, and he applied pressure upward as he dragged his middle finger along her front walls. Beth’s body tensed every time he applied pressure over her g-spot.
Ty felt his cock tense with the sound of Beth's moans, but as he inserted a second, the moaning became panting, and with the third finger screams of pleasure.
Jeremy and Gianna both looked toward the ceiling above them as they both heard Beth’s screams, the two chuckled as Jeremy went back to washing the soap from Gianna’s body.
As Ty quickened his pace, Beth felt that same buildup of pressure that she had felt earlier in the night. This time, she had expected it.
“Stop, stop, stop,” she begged as she tried closing her legs, an impossible task as not only was he held up by her legs, Ty’s position between her legs made it difficult. Two more thrusts of his fingers later, she knew it was too late. She felt the pressure release as her pussy contracted around his three fingers. He didn’t slow, instead his pace increased as she began to squirt for the second time in her life. Her fluids ran down Ty’s chest which glistened under the dim lights. Her body shook violently, but Ty relentlessly continued fucking her. She panted for breath as she came down, but Ty still kept fucking her slowly with just his middle finger. While not as aggressive, her orgasm continued until it was just an occasional muscle spasm.
Ty felt the throb of her cunt around his finger as he held it in place, allowing her to come down, but still sliding it across her g-spot from time to time causing another uncontrolled spasm. He could feel her heartbeat as her walls were palpitating around his finger.
“You good?” he asked.
She let out a satisfied, “Mmm hmm.”
“Good,” he said as he slowly began sliding his finger in and out of her.
“Just a little more,” Ty thought to himself as his cock throbbed, knowing that he was going to push himself into her. He was just waiting for the right moment.
In and out, in and out, he began to feel the squeeze of her cunt as she clenched around him. That is what he was waiting for, and he knew she was close.
He withdrew his finger from her and lifted himself onto his feet.
“Say you want my cock,” Ty said, making another demand.
“I want your cock,” Beth said.
She was on the verge of another orgasm, and all she needed at this moment was to come around his dick.
“What?” he asked again.
“I need your cock! Please!” she begged.
He dragged his cock head up and down over the inner lips of her soaked pussy.
“Nope, not good enough.”
“Please!” Beth whimpered, “I need to cum with your cock in me.”
Ty felt his cock throb again at the thought, but he was probably torturing himself as much as he tortured her. He couldn’t hold back anymore, taking the base of his cock in his fist he pushed himself into her opening.
“Yesss!” she said as she began to shake.
He hadn’t even pushed himself the entire way in yet as he began to feel Beth contracting around his cock. Every squeeze tried to milk the cum from his swollen balls, but it wasn’t time for that quite yet. He pushed himself in until his head pushed against her cervix. The entrance to her womb throbbed, and kissing the tip of his cock in its special way. It was when her contractions slowed that she finally felt herself being fucked. Beth’s thick white cream coated his ebony cock as he rocked his pelvis back and forth in controlled thrusts. His cock tensed as he was randomly squeezed by her occasional contraction. He probably couldn’t push himself into his base without hurting her. Looking down he watched as he slid himself in and out of her keeping just his head inside.
She and Jeremy had a very active sex life, maybe it was because she had just experienced the second ejaculatory orgasm in her life, but she was completely void of thought. She didn’t want the pleasure to end. Even though the muscle spasms had slowed, she felt as though this were a single non-stop single orgasm. She allowed herself to feel every inch of him, the ribbed texture of his veins, or the feel the rigid part of his swollen head that caught and flicked over the textures of her cunt as he slid out from her, or the thick bulge at the underside of his cock that will ultimately push the seed from his nuts. She couldn’t think, but only felt and it was so very overwhelming. That is when the real fucking began.
“Let me know if this is too much,” he said, as his voice shook noticeably for the first time.
“Okay,” she said as she took a deep breath.
He placed his hands on her hips as he began moving the swing back and forward causing himself to slide in and out of her pussy. He held his position at first, almost using her as if she were merely a Fleshlight as she slid over him
Beth felt good, but she still wanted more. Almost as if Ty was reading her thoughts, he began thrusting into the swings. It was slow at first, but the speed and depth of his penetrations increased. Then he started to thrust deeper into her at a faster pace. The sound of their skin crashing against each other created a rudimentary song and as the rhythmic pattern went on their moans and screams of pleasure became the chorus. She would feel the occasional twinge of pain as he’d push to the base of his cock. The momentary searing pain would quickly subside and give way to new waves of pleasure. She felt her tits sway every time their skin would collide. It wasn’t unusual for her to feel a little pain when she and Jeremy made love, but this was different. Sex with Jeremy felt like she was being pulled apart, this felt more like her cervix was being punched. Neither was particularly bad, but she knew she was going to be pretty damn sore tomorrow.
His wife’s pussy couldn’t take anywhere near as much of his length as Beth could. However, Gianna was a goddess when it came to deepthroating. He could be as rough or as gentle with her as he felt like being. The cunt squeezing around his base was a new feeling and was almost too fucking much for him to take. With a contraction of his cock he felt his precum travel up his shaft and spill from his tip. His eyes went between Beth’s swinging tits and the now darkly colored and swollen pink lips around him. The visual stimulation caused another uncontrolled contraction spilling more precum to spill into her already-soaked pussy. His cock had become coated in Beth’s thick white cream, but most had been pushed down around his base where it had collected, occasionally leaving a bit on Beth’s swollen lips as he would thrust in too deep.
The swing was now moving back and forth quickly. The two would slam against each other with an audible sound of skin-on-skin slapping. The longer this went on, the more she could feel him swell, filling her more and more. She felt vulnerable, at his mercy and that thought made her pussy even wetter. Or could it be from the steady stream of precum that has been spilling from her lover? Either way, she felt herself quickly approaching another explosive orgasm. He too felt himself getting closer. He gritted his teeth as he felt himself start to cum, but he clenched hard and held himself there, sending just a single ejaculation deep inside Beth’s needy pussy, but not quite hitting the peak.
Beth let out a long moan as her pussy clenched around Ty’s cock, trying to hold him in place. The tight grip started to push Ty over the edge. He felt his balls raise and his shaft tightens but tried to hold his orgasm off as long as possible. The buildup of pressure continued until he could no longer hold back and with a sudden release he felt the cum rising through his shaft. He pulled Beth close and held her around the base of his cock as he let go. Beth could feel his cum pushing upward through his shaft, sending jet after jet of his cum crashing against the entrance to her womb. This, of course, was her favorite part. After Ty’s first two contractions, she too was pushed over the edge. The two came together, as more of Ty’s seed was pushed deep inside Beth, she’d contract around him, her cunt begging to be filled more and more. Ty’s thighs began to shake as his cum was being upped around him. Her contractions pushed her cervix against his tip over and over trying to drink in more of his seed.
“Oh Fuck!” he screamed.
“Yessss, fill meee,” she answered.
The eruption of cum became a steady stream, and every time Beth would flex her pussy muscles, Ty would pulse once more causing more to spill from him. That then would cause Beth to contract. The two stayed in place, unwilling to let this moment end. Beth’s face burned as her cheeks became flushed. After both of their contractions had fully subsided, Ty slowly pulled his softening cock from her. Their juices caught by the head of his cock slowly trickled from Beth and fell onto the floor. The smell of sex filled the room, and there would be no mistaking the evidence of what happened here tonight.
Ty began to help lift Beth from the swing, first setting her legs free and then her arms. She stood up and initially wobbled feeling the weakness in her legs. She pushed Ty’s muscular stomach leading him back to the bed. As the mattress connected to his thighs he fell backward, laying across the comforter. Beth ran her hands up and down Ty’s cum covered dick and brought her mouth down upon him. She flicked her tongue over his slit, collecting the last trickle of fresh cum that spilled from him. She licked up and down his shaft collecting up and swallowing down their mixed juices. She ran her finger along his base collecting the last of their fluids and sucked that into her mouth. She jumped up onto the bed next to Ty, tossed her leg across his strong body, and nuzzled her face into his neck.
“That was amazing,” Beth said with a sigh.
“Yea, it was,” Ty said as he traced his fingertips over her arm.
The two new lovers nestled close together and fell asleep in each other’s arms.
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19F Worshiping a married man at church
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I’ve (19F) always been wrongly judged for looking like a slut. Girls who never knew me, hated me. Older men and boys always hit on me. My mom took me and my sister to church. It never worked, church was just another place to be judged at. Not my fault I was born with bigger boobs than your average woman.
Even when I was 18 and lost weight, girls teased me saying I was starving myself. I gave up caring what others thought. I knew I was never going to have a normal life the moment I found myself getting railed by a man (38M) outside of the same church that didn't like me to begin with. A man who would palm the back of my head while I desperately tried to figure out how to arch my body because he was too big for me. A man with a family who was risking it all because of my “sex magnet” body. A man who was making me believe he would leave everything behind to feel my pussy stretch in the emptiness of the night. A man who left me breathless, and left his wife believing he was doing who knows what for the church.
But I knew what he was doing, because he was inside of me that night whispering in my ear “cmon baby take that big fucking dick”, “tell me you want this dick deep baby”. I quivered on his unprotected cock and he knew I was his the moment I looked back and told him I wanted more. How his wife never smelled the scent of eighteen year old pussy on him still baffles me to this day.
And truthfully, I will always be grateful to my ex (18M) who wanted to sneak out that night and shove his small cock in my warm mouth and tits. All because some girl told him I was easy. I wish the moonlight wasn’t revealing his small cock. I didn’t know I was going to be venting to the man who would later have twice his size down my throat and later turned me into his slut. When you see a boy running back inside because of the presence of a man, you want to spread your legs right there. He knew what I needed, the gift of a real mans tongue and cock. I knew what needed to happen next, to be turned into a woman.
For the first time I felt real freedom, and it was when my top was removed by a father who knew he was about to have me all to himself. The look on his face when my tits fell out after double checking no one was looking. The look on his face when I was on my knees looking into his eyes when I attempted my first blowjob on a 10 inch cock. If this is what was destined to be it was worth it for me. For all the orgasms I had that night, and all the cum in my mouth, I knew it was what some of these girls wished they could experience.
Best believe I was itching to have my panties removed again to the last worship session of the night. While families were singing, praising, and clapping; I too was doing the same outside with a man old enough to be my father. Momma had me on birth control anyway.
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Oral for breakfast before work [M25/F26] [Oral] [Deepthroat] [Facial]
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I stood by the edge of the bed, a fistful of her hair in my hand to guide her face around, to keep myself deep in her throat and, occasionally, let her breathe. An internal debate constantly firing: whether to be a responsible man and rush it so I can go to work, or to turn her around on her back and have my way with her face for the whole morning.
Morning sex is such a wonderful mix of the brainfog of weakened consciousness and the ecstasy of the first touch that timekeeping is impossible and every thought of lust becomes obsessive. It had taken all my will to simply get out of bed. Her head on my chest was, in my mind, unmovable. I presumed her fully asleep so it was a surprise to see her react so quick at my attempt of standing up. She gave me a quick peck on the lips and I finally did get up on my feet.
To be truthful, the last thing I wanted was to start my day, so any tiny delay was welcome. I stretched myself to try and wake myself up, or act like it, at least. As soon as I was done, I felt something on my leg. Looked down to find her rubbing her face on my thigh, meeting my not so well disguised semi hard cock. A few moments of deep eye contact as I let myself enjoy her touch eventually were broken by guilt.
— *I have to get to work.* — I said, wishing I didn't.
— *Let me get to mine first.* — She said as her hand slowly pulled down my trousers.
I could feel her warm breath through my trousers and now her hand was feeling even hotter on my crotch as she pulled down. The eye contact was not to be broken, for it would only bring back the reality that time is chasing us and our day needs to start. So we kept it going, creating a bubble were time wasn't real, just us and pleasure, nothing else matters.
Finally, the seam went pass the crotch area and quickly jumped out my throbbing cock. The way it feels hard in the morning is definitely more intense than any other time of day. It tensed and relaxed basically on its own since I was too foggy to control anything just yet. And past the view I could see her still staring at me right through it. She slowly began kissing it, making her way up and inhaling the moment. With her lips pressed against my tip she kept it in place while she gathered her spit together in her mouth. At this moment I am breathing heavily, holding myself from the thoughts this slow build up was giving me. She laid her tongue right under my glans with a pool of saliva which she then used to cover my tip.
The licking was followed by a smirk and a quiet moan. Her mouth promptly hugged the tip and there she chased the drops of her spit going down my shaft. The only thing pleasure allowed me to do was holding her hair and enjoy her mouth. She made sure to keep herself down for a long pause before she'd go back up the shaft to reset herself and head back down until I reached her throat.
The long pauses gave her time to push herself deeper and let my cock open that throat of hers for the day. Finally, she got to a point she struggled with and coughed. I knew she wasn't a quitter so I tightened my grip and kept her in place. A tear fell down her cheeck right after she blinked while she let out a moan that sent vibrations directly through me. Everytime I got to the barrier she'd push herself further, not really getting deeper but definitely increasing the pressure I could feel with my dick stuck in her throat. We continued expanding her limit and warming up her throat until finally her nose was pressed against my body. When she did I pulled her all the way back to let her breathe, she kept her tongue out with a slight smile as I told her how the show could finally start.
And without missing a beat I grabbed her head with both hands and began to fuck her face. The distinct sound of face fucking and the feeling of her thick saliva running down my dick, with the enhanced sensibility of the early morning quickly got me near the edge. I didn't want to, I craved more. Fuck work, I just want to flip her on her back and continue fucking her throat while I get her clothes out of the way to reveal her body. I always do, I always want more.
But this was the perfect time to embrace it and let it loose. So as soon as I got to the point no return I grabbed her hair with one hand from the top of her head to tilt her face back up to me. I pulled out of her mouth and immediately a sequence of long splashes of cum began to fall on her face and tongue, while my dick simply hovered over her, pulsing. When I was satisfied with the mess I made, I put my dick back in her throat so I could extend this immense pleasure. I was satisfied, and she was still keeping me deep in her mouth as it softened, she recovered her breath, and I my clarity.
Deep breath and, finally, it's time to get ready. I instructed her to stay there and pleasure herself with her cum covered face while I got ready for work, and to not clean herself until she's finished.
I was late.
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[M]S, The Double Edged Sword
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With a deep shuddering growl, I reluctantly unwrapped my slick, lube and juice covered hand from the swollen, throbbing shaft that currently had a mind of its own. Another unintentional edge. Cock twitching of its own accord, I played with the sticky fluids and moved my fingers to watch it web between them. Now if only I had a good, eager toy here to clean me between edges.
The latest flare up of my MS symptoms has made edging incredibly easy, but also infuriatingly unpredictable. I don't know if that makes it all the more exciting, or frustrating when I finally decide to bring the edging to a nice, very messy, very loud, conclusion. The dulling of sensations has been a blessing and a curse. It has made for some of the best, longest edging sessions I've ever had. I almost crave the days where my sense of feel is dulled, knowing that I have a delicious evening ahead of myself...or morning....or afternoon. Really anytime my body decides it wants to fuck something.
As frustrating as it can be when I do decide to end the session...the full body sensation that I get when I do find just the right spot, is something I wouldn't trade away. The body spasms. The reflexive moans and deep sighs and groans. The hungry growls. The thick, sticky ropes of cum. Only lacking a good girl that won't let it go to waste.
Putting my phone down and replacing it with a glass of scotch, draining the rest of the glass, tensing my jaw as the burn worked its way down my throat. I looked down at my body. Green and black plaid button up shirt open and fallen to the side. Belt undone and pants pushed down around my thighs. My insatiable cock still as hard as when I started. Twitching occasionally as I shift in my chair, as if desperate for more attention.
I placed the glass back on the side table and took up the cigar that was left well forgotten, pleased it at least still remained lit. Taking a healthy draw, holding the smoke in my mouth for a moment before letting it stream from my nose in shudder, shivering breaths as my hand caressed along the bottom of my cock.
Leaning back into the welcoming leather cushions, I slowly started to tease the pink, eager head of my cock. Fingers playing with the frenulum while my slippery thumb rolled back and forth over the tip. Sighing deeply and giving an involuntary shiver, precum in no short supply as I mixed in my juices with the lube. I always enjoy using my own natural lube. I'm sure there is hardly any difference...but playing with your own juices is just...more arousing. If that is possible in my current state.
As I drew another long puff, I started to wrap my fingers around myself. Lightly touching and starting to slowly slide my hand up and down the length of my cock. Head tilting back, a long stream of smoke streaming out as I exhaled out a strained growl. Eyes closing as lose myself in the sensation of my straining dick, yearning for the feel of...more. Anything as long as it is more. Tightening my hand a bit and stroking with a bit more purpose, I start to breathe quicker. Groans coming quicker. Brain conjuring images of a nice little helper on her knees between mine. That my hand is her hands and mouth. Stroking me. Worshipping me. Eager to help me tip over the edge of that cliff into a world of bliss and exctasy.
Legs shifting and thrashing, fighting to get these pants the rest of the way off, I kicked them a few feet away in frustration as I continue fucking myself. Pumping my hand slightly faster as I go back to my mental images and fantasies. How I would love to have a good little slut here with me. To sit in my lap. Edging each other to eventually give in to the other. Brain fried with hormones and the singular need to orgasm. Ravaging each others bodies until both are spent. Cum covered, filled, and dripping.
And with the thought of being deep inside of a soaking wet pussy, I hadn't realized how close I had gotten until it was too late. That familiar feeling of orgasm pushing past the point of stopping. The only thing left to do is keep going. Knowing I'm about to orgasm, I stroke myself faster. Harder. Fingers tightening more. Growling loudly into the room as my orgasm crashes into my body, as if my body didn't know it was coming. Shuddering violently as trickles of electricity ripple through my nerves. Thick ropes of cum erupting from the head of my cock, some splattering all over my chest and stomach, and most falling on my thighs and coating my fist.
Gasping for breath, my mouth hangs open as it comes in snatches. Head thrown back over the back of the chair. Slowly relinquishing my hand from my cock, I again marvelled at the mess I made, playing with my cum, watching the silky sticky cum stick to my fingers as I stretched my fingers out. Looking down to see my cock still mostly erect. Glistening in the low light of the fire place. Balls aching, but in that delightfully sore ache of having worked out and are feeling amazing, feeling drained. Speaking of feeling amazing, I don't both to clean myself up and keep myself in my chair, letting myself catch my breath a bit more as I turn my attention back to my drink and smoke, hoping for another day of a lack of sensation.
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Turns out my wife likes freeuse [MF40+][MILF][Big Tits][Big Ass]
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My wife was never overly sexual. She grew up in a conservative family and her social circle was always quite modest. Marrying her was the best decision I ever made, she's a loving wife and great mother to our children. For our 15th anniversary and I made a dinner reservation at a swanky restaurant in the city. My wife loves going out to the city, it's a chance for her to dress up and glam up for a fun night away from the little gremlins.
So our anniversary night arrives and I drop the kids off at my in-laws. By the time I come home my wife is all dressed up and she looked stunning. She's the definition of MILF. Long brunette hair, wide hips, big ole booty and titties that seem to never stop growing and getting bigger every year. She was dressed to the nines as well, with a classy long dress and her makeup was stunning, eyeshadow and everything.
"How do I look?"
"Amazing! I have a gift for you which would suit your outfit perfectly." I gave her a jewellery box. My wife opened it and revealed a silver necklace with a emerald gemstone.
"Thank you, it's beautiful"
So we went out to the city, had dinner and then walked around and enjoyed the nightlife. We stopped by a bar, had one drink before we both decided we were too old to party at a bar and the music was too loud. So we went home instead.
It was the first night in ages that we had the house to ourselves so naturally I got hopeful that we would have sex. But my wife, as usual didn't make any moves. I tried to initiate but she either ignored me or pretended not to hear me. She then took off her make up and showered. I showered after her and found her in bed. I hopped in and started cuddling her. We were spooning and naturally I got a little excited rubbing up against her soft booty. She didn't stop me so I took that as a green light and started grinding harder. One thing led to another and I ended up on top of her, pumping away as we kissed. Then she got on top and bounced around until I couldn't hold back any longer. In one swift move she bounced off and I came on my pyjama shirt.
I could help but feel a little disappointed, another night of mediocre sex. It was nice to be passionate but I thought we could have been a bit freaker.
"Did you like that?" I asked
"Umm"
"You can be honest. Communication is important and it's our anniversary so we may as well talk about our sex life"
"Okay yeah, let's talk about our sex life." My wife propped herself up on one arm.
"You know how you always smack my bum when I walk up the stairs in front of you or you grab my titty while I cook?"
Uhh ohh I thought to myself. It's true, I can't keep my hands off my wife. I always brush past a little too close, let my hands wander a little too far. I can't help myself. My wife would always respond by smacking my hand away or an angry word.
"Well, it's really inappropriate when the kids are around..." My wife scolded. "But when we're home alone, I really like it"
"What?" I was shocked.
"What, I like it when you touch me".
"But you always act angry about it"
"Because you usually do it at the wrong time. When the kids are around."
"Yeah but I'm at work the other times"
"You work from home baby"
It's true we both worked at home.
"You know we should use that time a bit more... productively"
"What do you mean?"
"Well it's kind of my fantasy for you come into the office while I'm on a work call and use me however you want. Don't even say a word, just walk in and do whatever you want to me"
"That sounds really naughty" I teased "but how will I know if you're in the mood".
My wife thought about it for a second.
"How about whenever I wear the necklace you gave me today, it means I'm down for whatever"
I earnestly awaited the next Monday, something I never said before.
Monday morning, more or less the same. No necklace. Then lunchtime, we had some fruit and tea. No necklace. I got back to work and two hours later I could hear my wife joined a Zoom meeting. I popped out of my home office and walked over to her office. She was in a company wide Zoom meeting with her mic muted and camera turned off. The CEO was talking about company revenue or something boring.
Then I saw it. Boom, she was wearing the necklace. Go time. I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her office chair. Gently I cupped her big soft titties and softly bounced them around. My wife was wearing a tight boob tube with no bra so I just pulled it down and released her heavy breasts. It felt super naughty to play with my wife's big tits while her boss was talking about underlying earnings. I squeezed them together, bounced them around and played with her nipples. My wife melted into the chair, with a big naughty smile on her face.
I slid my hand lower and started rubbing her pussy through her tights. Her moans became louder and sweeter. It was a bit awkward for me because I was pressed against the office chair reaching as far as I could but the way she was reacting made it worth it.
I stood up, moved around the chair, picked my wife up and kissed her. I hadn't felt this passion in a long time. She kissed me desperately and lovingly, her arms around my shoulders, locking me in. My hands started on her hips but almost immediately slipped lower to her ass.
"I need this booty baby" I whispered.
"Take it, it's all yours"
I ran my hands under her bum and squeezed them through her tights. I gave her one last long kiss as I pulled down her tights as far as I could. Then I spun her around and pushed her down onto the office table. She reacted by sticking her bum out like a good girl. I pulled her tights all the way down to the ground and saw she was wearing black panties. My cock was so hard and I was so desperate that I didn't even bother to pull her panties down. I just pulled my cock out then yanked her panties to the side and as gently as I could jammed my cock into her pussy.
Surprise surprise she was soaked like a kitty caught in the rain. At that point I couldn't hold myself back. I fucked her ass tip to base, long slow strokes. Everytime I pulled out, I could see her pussy desperately gripping onto my cock and everytime I slammed her ass, her fat booty would ripple away.
"Ohhhh yessssssss" my wife moaned.
"Can I go harder baby?"
"Yesss please pleaseee" she desperately moaned.
I switched up to long fast stokes and didn't stop. I pounded away mesmerised by the visuals of her booty bouncing on my cock and intoxicated by the taboo of pounding my wife while she's on a work call and I'm supposed to be filling out spreadsheets.
"Just like that, ohhhhh don't stop"
I didn't stop and I was rewarded with a long queef. It felt amazing, as her kitty purred and instantly got wetter.
"I'm sorrryy" my wife apologised but I responded by slamming even harder.
"I fucking love that sound, don't apologise cause I love it. Come here"
I pulled her upright so we were both standing up. She arched her back as much as she could and grinded her whole ass against me. I grabbed both of her massive tits and pulled her against me as much as I could.
"Ohhhhhhhhh" my wife moaned. "I love you" she whispered as she bounced her ass against me. Then in a real quiet voice she moaned "fuck me really hard, I'm so close". Rarely did she ever swear so I knew she was serious.
I released her so she could bend over the desk again, then I grabbed her hips and pounded as hard and as fast as I could. A couple seconds later her pussy tightened up and she started screaming. Her whole body was shaking as I kept fucking her through her orgasm but there was only so much holding back I could do. I busted the biggest nut ever, I think I even screamed a little too. I couldn't control myself and my legs started shaking. So we were both shaking and then we both collapsed onto the chair.
"Oh fuckkk" I gasped, as I rode waves of pleasure. My dick slipped out involuntarily and we just sat there for a moment, my wife on top of me.
By now the Zoom call ended and it was just a black screen. In the reflection I could see my wife and her massive smile. I swear I could see her glowing.
"So all this time, while we were both working from home. We could have been doing that every day?" She asked.
"Yeah, I guess so"
And that's why I'm never going back to the office.
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The UPS helped get me o[f]f
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Last week I ordered a bunch of items from Lovehoney so I could keep my content spicy for my adoring fans. A [10” dildo](https://www.reddit.com/user/random_spotonthemap/comments/11fdkcu/got_a_new_toy_who_wants_to_see_me_use_it/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf), some new panties, nipple clamps, some fishnets etc. The package was set to be delivered by UPS yesterday so I got naked (except for my panties) sat on my couch, around the time they normally arrive hoping I’d catch my [hot UPS guy](https://www.reddit.com/r/SluttyConfessions/comments/116qpmw/i_39f_forgot_that_i_was_supposed_to_have_a/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf) and got busy.
I started fingering my tight wet cunt, [orange panties](https://www.reddit.com/r/naturaltitties/comments/11ejsnf/ootd_squeeze_my_tits/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf) shoved to the side. I was so soaked thinking about him coming up on me “accidentally.” But it wasn’t an accident. I had this planned. We had already been flirting every time he stopped by and he caught me outside without a bra on last week and stared at my full tits while we had a little chat.
My nipples were so hard as I used my other hand to pinch and pull. I was really getting into it and I didn’t notice the UPS truck backing up my driveway. I hear a knock on the door and I turn my head and the cute UPS guy is staring at me through my French doors. I wave him to come in. He hesitates for a little bit and opens the door. He walks up behind the couch and lays the package down beside me. All the while I’m still fingering my tight cunt. He asks if he can touch me and I said “yes… please” on a moan. He takes both hands and palms my tits. Squeezing and pulling my nipples. That’s all it takes to send me over the edge. It’s been so long since I’ve had a man’s hands on me.
I’m cumming so hard. It feels amazing. Like it won’t ever stop. He continues to squeeze and grab my tits until after a while I’m finally done. I shakily tell him “thank you, that was amazing.”
He says, “ I can’t believe this just happened…until next time.” Adjusts himself and leaves.
So… until next time.
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My hoe phase origin story part 2 [FM]
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[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/11li5r0/my_hoe_phase_origin_story_part_1_fm/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)
Ok so he passes. I want him.
It’s only been an hour since we arrived at Ethan’s apartment, and now it feels like everyone in the room is trying to get me and this guy to talk and sit closer together. I’m so nervous and start drinking more to calm my nerves. I make an off-hand comment about Megan not having a place for me to sleep tonight, and it sucks that I’ll be sleeping on the floor. Then all the people in the room get up and enthusiastically tell me “there’s an extra bed here!” The room is silent and everyone is staring at me waiting for a response. My face feels red hot, not just from the alcohol but also from the attention. Everyone is in on it and wants us to get together.
Reader, I want you to understand I’m 18 years old and I’ve never slept at a boy’s house before. I’m scared I’m going to get gang banged if I stay here alone without Megan.
I’m scared and im not sure if this is the right choice but I respond “yea I guess it’d be a good idea if I sleep here.” Everyone seems happy that I said yes, and now I know it’s really going to go down.
Megan and Claire immediately get up and say goodbye to everyone, including me, and they leave. They just left me alone here with all these boys?!
When the girls leave, Connor and Ethan start loudly, like excessively loudly, playing a video game. Smash or something. John Doe and I are trying to talk on the couch. He says “it’s really loud in here, do you want to go talk in my room?” I can’t believe how smooth that was. The 3 of them totally set that up, right?
At this point my heart is pounding and my head is spinning and I’m so excited to feel this cute guy in between my legs. I try my best to say “yea sure“ as casually as possible without showing my eagerness to get my clothes ripped off.
We’re sitting on the spare bed, there’s no sheets or nothing, leaning our backs on the wall. He’s asking me questions about myself, and I realize I’m going into way too much detail. I’m thinking “Maggie, if you don’t stop talking you’re not going to get any dick.” So I stopped talking. The two of us are side by side sitting in silence, and I’m waiting for the move. He leans his face in toward mine and kisses me softly on the lips. I feel tingly all over. I can’t believe this is happening. We start making out, sitting up at first, and he slowly lays me down until he’s on top of me. I haven’t been touched like this in so long, I already feel like I’m going to explode.
He peels off my yoga pants, taking my underwear off with them, and puts his warm mouth on my pussy. He’s licking my clit so good and I want his dick n.o.w. But he’s licking me in the right spot and I don’t want him to stop...
I gently push his face away from me with my legs as I tremor from the waves of the orgasm.
He starts to clumsily take off his own pants. His feet get stuck in his pants and he almost falls over trying to get them off, which I honestly think is really cute. I’m completely naked, laying on my back waiting for him in anticipation. He holds himself over me with his penis out and ready. I can’t take it anymore and I need to know what his penis feels like inside me. I’m trying to resist the urge to pull his body into mine, and let him take the lead instead. He pauses “is this okay?” And it makes me feel warm and good that he asks. How polite. I manage to respond with an “mhmm” and a big smile. I can’t believe this is going to happen. I just met him an hour ago and I don’t even know his name. I’m a little hoe and I love it.
I feel the tip of his penis press against the opening of my vagina, and I feel the pressure as he starts to push himself in. I’m so wet he immediately slides all the way inside and fills me up. I’m exhilarated. I feel it in my whole body. My first time having sex with a stranger. He’s giving me nice long strokes that hit my body with force and make me squirm. The weight and the warmth of his body on top of me is something I never get from my vibrator. I run my fingers along his back as he’s pushing further and further into me with each stroke, and I notice he has the softest skin I ever felt. Everything, the warmth, the softness, the thrusts. So many sensations. I feel the muscles on the inside of my vagina contract, my stomach muscles tighten, and I squeeze my legs around his body. I can feel the tingling on my clit as he brushes against it when he slides all the way in and out. He starts to thrust harder and I feel his dick get more rigid. I throw my head back and arch my back, and scream as quietly as possible so our friends in the next room don’t hear. He goes for a few more thrusts and I can tell he’s cumming inside me into the condom. We lay there like that for a minute, his naked body on top of my naked body.
I’m so drunk I can barely open my eyes, but he gets up to clean up I guess, and when he comes back he wraps himself around me like a big spoon. I feel so warm I can’t even contain my satisfaction, and I can’t wipe the smile off my face. I didn’t know strangers cuddle you after they fuck you.
Yet, it is a twin size bed and I did not feel like sharing. He gets up again, and this time I spread out so he’ll go to his own bed (in the same room).
I wake up to his alarm the next morning. He gets up and goes to the shower. I get up, I’m already wearing my day clothes from the day before, and I chat with Ethan and Connor for a minute before I head back to Megan’s.
I later learned his name is Liam, and I took his virginity. We just celebrated our 7 year anniversary together, and he still makes fun of me for running out the morning after without saying bye.
And that was my attempt at starting my hoe phase. I’m so grateful Megan made me come visit her.
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[FM] hatefacefucking at the comedy show, a love letter
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(Sent to me by old fwb)
*A few days til I can post. No problem. Maybe it will give me more time to regain lucidity and delete this all.*—
“I can’t make decisions for you,” you said. Fine. I gave my phone to my friends and told them to make it instead. They fumbled with it.
“You need a fucking iPhone,” Kim lamented.
“God, who even uses an Android anymore?” Skye grabbed the phone from Kim.
"It’s a MOTOROLA,” I cried. A Motorola that belonged to my boyfriend.
“No more Josh,” Skye concluded, handing me back the phone. “Deleted, blocked, and out of your life.”
I groaned into the blanket, clutching the bottle of Bombay Blue that I wasn’t able to choke down.
“Thank you. But I want him.”
"He gets off on seeing you play the game,” Kim said, rubbing my arm. “This is what men do.”
“Plus, he’s probably ugly anyway.” Skye laughed. “After all, after seeing that other guy, I don’t know if I trust your taste…” She was talking about the boy we had walked by in the cafeteria, who I had sucked off two years ago, and who was SUPPOSED to be far away in Philly.
“He’s not handsome in the same way that Emmett is.” I tried to think about my boyfriend instead.
“Elena. Nobody on this entire goddamn planet is as handsome as Emmett.”
“True. But… he has the sexiest fucking voice I’ve ever heard.” I rolled over and groaned.
They all laughed.
“Come watch Dance Moms. And put the bottle down, you know you don’t drink.”
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"I don’t know,” I told Penny the next morning. “I was confronted with all three Horseman of my own personal apocalypse yesterday, and they’re all the kind of guys who would go to this. And in the same neighborhood, too.”
“The chances are so, so low. It’s a Friday night. There are hundreds of comedy shows in this area alone, not even mentioning the entire city..”
I knew how badly she wanted to see this show. We’d been talking about it for weeks.
“Fuck it, ok. Just don’t leave me alone, alright?” I grimaced.
“Of course not.” We hung up.
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*‘Josh’-*
*I made a decision.*
*You came back into my life and it only took three days to demolish my resolve. I’m confused and lost and upset and unbearably, undeniably horny.*
Y*ou want to fuck me? You get off on imagining me cumming to the thought of you while fucking my husband? Fine. That’s fine.*
*But you’re never going to be able to. You’re going to have to imagine how silky and smooth and warm I am, try to recreate the feeling of my pussy pulling you in.. Dream about that time you fucked me without a condom and almost broke me in half. About how I’ve submitted to you completely, been the best little slut.*
*Read this while you’re walking the dog with the old-man name. Read this while you’re in line at Trader Joes asking employees where the cauliflower is and buying mochi rolls. Read this in public and wear sweatpants and feel your cock harden, and check your reflection in every window you pass to make sure it isn’t obvious even though it is. Think about it when you’re trying to write something professional and serious to add to your resume.*
*You want to fuck me, and I want to fuck you harder.*
*But you’ve said I’ve always been a tease, and I’m going to live up to the name. I’m going to write about you, and if you want me to keep being a good slut then you’re going to have to write about me as well.*
*Ilovehateyou,*
'Elena'.
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*I’m a block away.’*
*Yay!! Meet you out front.*
I was happy to see Penny again. It had been a long time, and she’d been so stressed out with school. Like all of my friends, she was struggling with balancing how to be an artist and make a living, and it was taking its toll. Only twenty one, she already had streaks of silver in her black hair. She looked so cute, as always, with her barrettes and a necklace that dangled with a glass charm in the shape of a bunny.
Ironically enough, one of the last times I had been to a show was with Josh. The comic was miserable, and it ended up being one of the best nights of my life.
Only 7pm, the stage was still empty and everyone was mingling in the garden. There was the cartoonist who I’d always had a crush on but never been able to muster up the courage to talk to, the girl who draws zines of the weirdest tattoos she sees on the subway, the old guy who draws comics based off of Catullus, and about sixty struggling artists cradling their beers in the cold.I felt a little out of place, but I was having a good time with Penny. She was excited to try to network with some other freelancers, and I was just hoping to make it through the night without seeing anyone I knew.
So much for that.
Penny caught sight of one of her favorite illustrators, and I told her that she should go say hi. "Ok! I'll be right back though. I promise. Do I look okay? Ok, ok. I'm going." And she cut through the crowd.
I stood alone at the table, looking at the people around me. I took out the crumpled piece of scrap paper in my pocket and started to sketch the scene. The garden was beautiful, if a little crowded, and fairy lights twinkled on the fence. When you're drawing from life, you should spend even more time observing than with your pen to the paper, and I was doing a lot of observing.
A lady with a Dropkick Murphys shirt. A group of Egirls. One or two couples on a date. A giant spider puppet hanging from the ceiling. Some people had brought their dogs.
And then, in a miserable twist of fate, there you fucking were.
Dark hair. Deep eyes. Tall. Infuriating, as always.
There was a girl next to you, cuter than me and wearing a sexier outfit. I tried not to feel envious of the way I knew she was going to get to enjoy you tonight. Before I knew it, I was walking in your direction.
*Don't do this*, I thought to myself. *It's not going to end well*. But I couldn't stop.
You didn’t register that it was me until I was inches away from your face. You’re never, ever shocked. Everything is unsurprising to you. But for the first time in my life, I saw your eyes widen.
“Can I borrow him for a minute?” I wasn’t asking her, and I didn’t break eye contact with you. Before either of you could respond, I’d yanked you away. I didn’t know where I was going, and I walked through the garden and out of the dark storefront, ignoring the ticket girl threatening no reentry.
We were halfway around the corner before I really felt your hand on mine. Now that we were off of the avenue, the streets were dark. The only light was from a dismal, unmaintained streetlamp. The smell of cigarette smoke and weed floated through the night.
“Hey.” You grinned. “What’s up?”
“I fucking hate you.” The words barely escaped my mouth and I was already kissing you, standing on my tiptoes, absolutely breathless as I lost all self control. All the emotions I had hidden and repressed and ignored, they all flooded me at once. All the wanting I'd ever felt had overtaken me completely. You kissed me back, already grabbing my ass.
It had been two years since we’d seen each other. Your hair had gotten a bit longer. I had gotten a lot uglier. In the dark, I hoped you wouldn’t notice.
“Mm.” You mumbled. “I know you do.”
I bit your lip to keep you from laughing. “Shut up.”
We devoured each other.“I thought you liked my voice?” Your eyes glinted, and my indignation grew. I just grunted as I lunged at your neck.
In a flash, you spun me around and pinned me against the brick wall. You loomed over me and the weight of what I had just done started to settle in. Frightened, I realized we weren’t kissing anymore.
“Answer me.” Your face was dark. You weren’t smiling.
“answer.. answer what?” I trembled.
“Don’t you like my voice?” Leaning in, you whispered in my ear. “Doesn’t it make you wet when I laugh at you? Doesn’t your pussy clench up when you remember how little control you actually have?”
My heartbeat was all I could hear. I was frozen. I hated it when you pinpointed exactly what it was that I was feeling, and yet I loved it all the same.
You kissed my neck and shifted to the other side. “Never mind. You don’t have to answer. I know it does.” And you laughed. That fucking laugh.
“No,” I lied. “It doesn’t.” I tried my best to feign courage, but my voice still wavered.
"No?” You were nibbling on my earlobe and I felt your hands on my thighs. “You promise?”
I fell silent again. I wanted to run, but my hands were wrapped around your waist. Your fingertips were inching closer, under the hem of my skirt now, closer to where I never should have let you go. “Let’s find out then.”
In a rapid movement before I could protest, you slid your hand all the way up my thigh and rested on my pussy. The thin cloth of my underwear was completely soaked and my wetness had spread. You smirked, tracing your fingers around the edge of my panties before bringing them up to show me. Even in the darkness, they glistened.
“Fucking drenched. And I haven’t even touched it yet.” You shoved your fingers back up and slid them over my still-clothed pussy, lightly tracing my clit. I shuddered.
“You like that?”
“Fuck yes. Touch it.”
Then you stopped. I bucked against you desperately, but your hands had already retreated.
“Keep going,” I hissed.
“Admit it then.” You were taunting me, knowing that I wanted and didn't want this all at the same time.
"Admit what?” I tried to repress my stutter.
“That your little pussy is soaked for me, just from my voice.” I could tell you weren’t going to relent, and there was no way to escape. I gave in.
“I’m soaked, Daddy. Just listening to you did this to me.” Satisfied, you expertly maneuvered around my panties and plunged your index and middle fingers inside me. Your thumb rubbed my clit, sending little sparks of electricity through my core.
“That’s right, babygirl.” I rubbed the bulge in your jeans, slow and firm. Your hands shifted to my tits, and you began to tease my nipples with your fingers, wet with my own cum. Pulling you closer, I grabbed your waist while I grinded against you. The rough denim felt incredible on my sensitive skin, and when my clit grazed the metal of your zipper I gasped. You were gentle enough not to hurt me, but rough enough to make me want you even more.
You traced circles around my nipples with the tip of your tongue and fingers, and I felt like I would melt right then and there. I ground harder against you, feeling your rock hard cock straining to reach me.
“Take it in your mouth,” I managed to beg. “Please, suck my nipples.” You teased me, flicking them lightly, and I moaned.
“You fucking asshole. I need more.” Finally, you obliged, sucking and lightly grazing them with your teeth. You pinched my other nipple, twisting it ever so slightly, and I yelped.
It was dark enough outside that I wasn’t worried about anyone seeing, and I somehow managed to unzip your jeans and free your cock despite feeling like I was about to collapse. You moaned into my tits, making them vibrate. I felt myself dripping onto my shoes. Pushing you off of me, I dropped to a squat. We rotated and you leaned against the wall, looking down at me.
Your eyes bore into mine. I put my mouth against your cock but didn’t let my lips touch it; it twitched under my warm breath as I gently explored your balls with my fingertips.
Careful not to let my tongue have any contact, I opened wide and slid your dick as deep inside my mouth as I could until it hit the back of my throat.
I stared up at you, eyes wide and begging, waiting for permission. Waiting for a command.
“Suck my cock.”
I closed my lips and swirled my tongue around your length, getting it nice and wet, before beginning to facefuck myself. I paid special attention to the tip, suctioning it with light kisses while flicking under the head with my tongue. I gently pulled and squeezed on your balls, and when my hand was wet enough to jack you off I slid lower and took one of them in my mouth. With one hand I stroked your length and with the other I played with your balls, soaking wet from the spit that had collected at the base of your giant cock.
Getting back at you for before, I took away my hands and slowly nuzzled my nose into your base, kissing lower and lower as lightly as I could until my tongue finally reached your asshole. You tasted like heaven. Hands in my hair, you pulled and grabbed at me, begging me to continue. I only rimmed you for a few seconds before I felt the need to have you in my mouth again, and I took your cock once more between my lips, bobbing against you until I found the perfect rhythm.
“You’re such a good fucking slut,” you encouraged. Grabbing hold of me tight, you started to thrust into me harder until I couldn’t breathe. You held me tightly, impaling me as far as you could, before finally letting go, discarding me like a used ragdoll. I choked and gasped for air.
My knees scraped the sidewalk and I was brought back to reality as my phone started buzzing, shrieking against the cement sidewalk. It was Penny.
*Where r you??* She had texted.
"I don’t have much time," I said flatly. "She’s probably going to call the cops soon if I don’t go back.”
I got to my feet, and typed out a quick response.
*Just a few minutes!! Sorry!!*
When I looked up, I didn’t see you. Then I heard rustling and looked down- and your head was underneath my skirt. Oh god. I was in an alley at night and I had my old lover between my legs while my friends waited inside and my partner was at home. This wasn't happening.
“No, no-“ I tried to stop you, but you were kissing my inner thighs and I could no longer make a sound.
“You want me to stop? I don’t have to do this.” Your voice was muffled. You licked around my pussy lips, slipping your tongue just ever so slightly under the edge of my panties.
“No, Daddy. I don’t.” I pulled your head towards me the same way you had done earlier with mine, and your mouth opened wide. You sucked on each of my lips, swirling around my clit with your index finger. There was no friction at all as you inserted two fingers inside me with your left hand.I moaned for you, using one hand to steady myself on your head and the other to bite on in order to keep me from screaming. I heard- and felt- you chuckle softly, knowing that you had me completely under your control.
“You’re such a perfect fucking whore for Daddy.” I crumbled as you sucked on my clit, giving it attention like it hadn’t had in months, ravenously lapping at me to keep my wetness from escaping. Your fingers pumped in and out of me, curling ever so slightly. I began to throb even harder.
“Josh, I’m going to cum soon.” I was grasping onto your hair for dear life, my knees quivering. You felt me clench around your fingers, and you wished it was your cock that I was gripping. In a moment that made me hate you more than I ever have before, you withdrew your hand and stood up.
"No. Neither of us are cumming tonight.” You shook some excess wetness off your fingers and casually rubbed your face with your sleeve.
"What?? You can’t do that to me!” I was shocked. I knew you were evil, but I never knew you were Satan himself.
“Yes, I can. I can do“ -you caressed my cheek, leaving a trail of wetness- “anything I fucking want.”
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Back inside the club, Penny looked frantic.
“Where were you? Oh my god. I thought something had happened!”
Well.. something did happen. But I wasn’t about to tell her what.
“Just got distracted,” I said. “Do you know a place where I can wash my hands?”
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Make: Just a detailed paragraph for Women
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I’m pressed against your body my hot breath against ur neck. My fingers slowly run down ur body. Down ur stomach,hips and thighs. I softly rub around ur pussy teasing you. Rub rub rub. My thumb rubbing ur clit, in circles over and over. Pinching it between my two fingers and jerking it up and down. While two fingers slowly push in you. My fingers flicking up and down. My hand pushing forward side to side and back. While my warm lips press against ur nipple and I slowly suck suck suck… ( Idk I’m just horny and bored. Dm if u want more)
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[s/B] my brother walked in on me
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A few days ago I [19F] was under the impression I was home alone. I was masterbating in my room watching porn. I'd been going for about 20mins so was getting quite into it and was relatively wet when my 21M brother walks in.
As I thought I was home alone and didn't have a reason to be careful, everything was on display. Tits pussy the works. He quickly covered his eyes apologised for interrupting and walked out. Initially when he walked in I covered myself with my nipples and pussy with my hands however after he left I found myself hornier. Obviously I was embarrassed but I kept masterbating until I finished however I found myself thinking and fantasising about him rather than the porn I was watching. He's a generally attractive guy 6ft brown hair trimmed beard and toned but id never thought of him sexually.
Me and my brother have always been quite close but over the past few days it feels like he's been avoiding me as much as possible. I've done a lot of thinking and I wouldn't mind us being more than siblings but I dont know how to go about it. What do you guys think?
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[M/S] I am very attracted to my sons. Update 395. I had not seen him since he was a boy and now, he's a man.
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Patrick had informed me that some of his old friends would be in town yesterday. He asked if they could come over and use the pool and, of course I didn't mind. My older son is good about keeping the noise down and cleaning up, so I took no issue with a little get-together.
As the sun began its nightly descent behind the hills, there were more than a dozen of Patrick's friends around and in the pool. They had built a fire, and, through the sparks and flames, I saw a brawny and virile looking young man, shirtless and laughing with his friends. Continuously, I caught myself glancing up from my book to stare at this well-built stud.
As if the Universe had sensed my lustful yearnings, the glass door slid open, and my eye-candy walked into the house to find the restroom. I introduced myself and then realized I was looking at someone familiar. His name was Bobby, and he grew up down the street. The once skinny awkward boy was now a strapping man with huge shoulders and chest that looked like two slabs of hard, striated beef.
In that moment, I knew exactly what I was going to accomplish. This polite and well-mannered Adonis who insisted on calling me ma'am was going to be my next conquest. I grabbed a beer from the fridge and settled into a secluded corner of the kitchen. As he walked past, I cooed "Bobby, don't rush off. How have you been?"
He verbalized the details of his mundane existence, and I listened politely as I leisurely loosened my top. My loins quivered and my eyes focused, he was going to be my prey and he had no idea. Then I asked him to come to my room to help me with something. Bobby politely followed, assuming I needed him to get some item off of a high shelf.
Once in my bedroom, I quietly closed the door and he turned, looking a bit confused but definitely intrigued.
"I need your help with something" I said softly as I strode toward him.
Bobby looked unsure and uttered, "Yes ma'am. What can I help you with?"
For a few seconds I stood inches from him, looking up at his manly face and not even blinking.
"This." I hissed and then kissed his full lips.
Bobby did not need any encouragement and lifted me to the bed. I pulled my clothes off and he removed his swim trunks. He climbed onto me, and we kissed harder and deeper. His cock was hard and thick and tugged it toward me.
"Ma'am, um...I don't have a condom" he said nervously.
"I don't fucking care, Bobby. Put it in me right now." I seethed.
He needed no more encouragement, and he began to fuck me like a frenzied animal. Bobby knew what he was doing, and the sex was energetic and intense. He obviously really likes kissing as his tongue rarely left my voracious little mouth.
As I came, I dug my nails into his firm ass and soon he came hard and thoroughly into his childhood friend's mother. I felt like he could go again but I didn't want anyone to be suspicious of his absence. Once he was dressed and walking toward the patio, I said "Bobby, say hello to your mom for me."
As the party wrapped up, Patrick came inside, and I took him to my bedroom and rode him like a sexual zealot. He had no idea what me had so horned up and didn't ask.
**My sons are 27 and 22. If I continue to ignore you or block you, it is because I have no desire to communicate with you.**
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Guilty Pleasures Pt. 3 - Morning sex with the sorority girl I brought home, then fun with my roommate. [M20, F18, F20, Dub-Con, Cheating]
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*Part 2 [Here](https://old.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/120do6a/guilty_pleasures_pt_2_confronting_my_roommate_and/)*
I woke up the next morning to the pleasant sensation of my morning wood being nestled comfortably between the cheeks of Brooke’s wonderfully round ass. I grunted sleepily and shifted a little closer, tightening my grip around her body and pressing my boxers deeper into her rear.
She was waking too, no doubt from my dick poking her. She gave a little yawn and rolled out of my grasp, making to get out of my bed.
“Where you going?” I mumbled, slapping a hand down on her waist and trying to pull her back towards me.
“I have class,” Brooke said. “I had fun last night, but I gotta go.”
“Stay a little longer,” I said. “Start your morning off right.”
“I uh, I don’t think so.” She hopped out of the bed and started searching for her clothes. I idly watched her ass and boobs bounce as she pulled her panties up her legs, my dick growing harder. I didn’t know where this was coming from- the alcohol had worn off, but I knew Jamie was on the other side of the wall, laying in her bed, probably thinking about last night, and it just drove me wild.
Brooke was halfway through getting her jeans on when I jumped out of my bed and grabbed her from behind, lifting her a couple inches in the air. She squealed and kicked feebly, but her legs were trapped by her own jeans. I clapped one hand over her mouth to muffle her protests and dug the other under the front of her panties, reaching for her slit. I traced her clit and slipped a finger into her pussy, which I found wet and wanting.
I kept her wrapped within my arms for a bit, standing in the middle of the room as I fingered her till I felt her knees buckle. When I knew I had her, I lifted her up and tossed her back in my bed. I wasted no time getting her pants off, then her panties followed shortly thereafter. I tossed them somewhere in the corner of my room and slid into the bed behind her.
“Eric,” Brooke complained. “I gotta go! I don’t want to miss class!”
“You’ll manage. You can’t just leave me after giving me this massive fucking boner.” I slipped my boxers off and rolled her over, so she was facing the wall and her back was to me. I lined my dick up right under her beautiful ass and pushed into her pussy.
She gasped with pleasure, arching her back. I grabbed her by the waist and buried my face in her hair, thrusting in and out. She groaned and reached back with one hand, pawing at my head and shoulder. Her pussy was slick with arousal and I could feel her wetness making a mess over her ass and my thighs.
I slipped my hand around her front and reached down to find her clit, slipping two fingers around her little nub and gently stroking back and forth. She made an unintelligible sound and I picked up the pace, pounding her faster and faster. The room was filled with stifled moans and the bed squeaking, as well as the wet sounds of sex. I intentionally started fucking her harder, trying to elicit more sound for Jamie to overhear.
“Faster or slower?” I said, a little loudly. “How do you want to be fucked?”
Brooke gave a little moan, “Harder, come on. Fuck!”
I obliged, becoming rougher with my hand and hips. I was digging into her pussy with my fingers, picking up the speed to match my increasing tempo. My other arm slipped around her shoulders and groped blindly for her breasts. I was practically enveloping her body with mine as we spooned and fucked.
“Fuck me, yes!” Brooke gasped.
“You like this?”
“Yes! Oh god, fuck yes.” Brooke was making less of an effort to be quiet. I took the hand that had been rubbing her clit and gave her a sudden smack on the part of her ass I could reach. She gasped.
“Ow!”
I did it again, then pulled out and pushed her onto her stomach. She raised her ass obediently, and I quickly stuffed a pillow under her hips. Her ass looked irresistible, arched in the air and perfectly shaped. Just a little peek of her wet pussy under her rear was enough to make me forget everything else.
“Yes, c’mon, fuck me like this. Pound my ass, make me come!” Brooke begged.
I wrapped my hands around her hips and shoved myself in, watching her ass bounce with each thrust. I groaned and threw my head back in blind pleasure. I had just fucked this girl last night, then went into my roommates room and made her finger herself in front of me and blow me, and now I was fucking her again. I was fucking this sorority chick that I had met maybe a week ago- pounding her cunt while Jamie listened in the next room over. A wave of pleasure rocked my body as I dug my hands deeper into her waist, imagining that the pussy I was plowing was Jaime’s. I gave Brooke’s ass a sharp spank and kept fucking her. The bed creaked louder and louder.
Brooke came, pushing her head into the pillows to stifle her squeals. I could feel her legs trembling and the juices flooding her pussy as I fucked her through the orgasm, relentlessly pumping in and out.
“Oh, fuck. Fuck.” Brooke gasped, as I slowed down, my dick still buried within her. I wasn’t far behind.
“Don’t come in me, don’t come in me.” She said, suddenly urgent. It took a lot of effort, but I pulled out and ran my dick between her asscheeks, feeling the soft warmth of her ass. The tip of my dick bumped at her asshole and she gasped.
“Eric-”
I didn’t push myself into her ass, but just kept pumping in between her cheeks until I came with a loud grunt, spewing my come onto Brooke’s plump ass and between her thighs. I collapsed beside her.
“Could you get me a towel?” She asked.
“Yeah.” I said, handing her one. She cleaned herself up, putting her clothes on.
“Thanks, but I really gotta go now.”
“Nothing I can do to keep you here?” I asked.
“Nope. You’re bad enough for making me miss class. I’ll see you around.” With that, she spun around and shot out the door. I waited a little bit, relaxing nude in my bed. I wanted Jamie to wait a little. Then I stood up and walked out my bedroom, not even bothering to put clothes on. Most of the other roommates were already in class, and Jamie was right next door.
I opened her door without knocking and stepped in. Jamie was laying in her bed, her sheets drawn up to her shoulders. She sat up a bit when I came in, but kept the sheets from slipping. I saw her eyes flitting downwards at my cock.
“Eric, Eric, wait.” She said, “Please- don’t. Last night was a mistake. Put some clothes on, please.”
I didn’t say anything, just walked over. I grabbed her sheets, intending to pull them down, but she caught my wrist.
“Eric! I’m serious!” She couldn’t keep her eyes off my cock, though.
I jerked my arm free of her grasp with little effort. I grabbed her sheets and yanked. She was completely naked under the sheets.
“And what were you doing just now, naked in your bed?” I teased. I crawled on top of her, pinning her under my limbs again. I grabbed her right wrist and lifted her hand to my face, sniffing at her fingers. I could smell it. I gently took one of her fingers into my mouth and sucked lightly, tasting her juices.
“Here’s what’s gonna happen.” I said softly, acutely aware of her naked body under mine and how my cock was just brushing at her bare midsection.
“I won’t tell Rahul. I won’t tell anyone, not our friends. You don’t tell anyone either. We’re just friends, right? No one else needs to know. But I’m gonna keep bringing girls over and you’re gonna keep listening to us, wishing it was you that I was fucking. So you might as well let me
come in here, whenever I want, and have my fun with you. I know you want it. I want it too. Let’s stop fucking pretending.”
She didn’t say anything, just looked at me with lust in her eyes. I knew it was turning her on, the idea of her being my little personal toy.
“C’mon. Rahul doesn’t need to know. You can go back to him on break, over summer, you can keep talking to him on the phone. Nothing’s different about our friendship, except the fact that I uh, I come into your room and I fuck you every now and then.”
Jamie’s lips parted and she was breathing heavier. I took it as a yes and I kissed her then, her lips melting back into mine and her legs locking around my back, pulling me in. We stayed like that for awhile, just making out nude. I could feel my dick brushing over her bare thighs, bumping into her pussy, but I never pushed all the way in.
I rolled over and sat up. I pulled her with me, into a sitting position where she was sitting between my legs, her back pressed against my chest. My dick was a little sandwiched between her lower back and my abs but I didn’t mind. She moaned lightly and shifted, but made no effort to escape my embrace.
“Eric…Eric, I don’t know.”
“Shhh.” I said. “Just relax, hey, I won’t even fuck you. It’s not really cheating if I don’t put my dick in you right?”
She made a barely perceptible little noise, not agreement, not disagreement. It was a fairly ridiculous statement.
“I’ll just touch you, like this.” I breathed in her ear, slipping my hand between her legs and finding her dripping pussy. My other hand cupped her breasts, fingers rolling over her nipples. “We sit like this watching TV all the time.”
She moaned, louder this time, as I dipped my fingers in.
“Does Rahul touch you like this?” I asked.
“He- he’s fingered me a couple times.” The words eked out her lips.
“Oh?” I said. “But does he touch you like this?” I lightly pinched at her clit, then ran my fingers through her slit. I picked up the pace, moving faster. She moaned breathlessly.
“Oh, God. Eric, please.”
“What? Please, what?”
“Eric, please, make me come. Please.” She begged.
It didn’t take long, as I rubbed at her clit and between her folds, running my hand all over her most intimate place and bringing her to the edge of orgasm.
“I touched her like this. You were listening to me touching that fucking sorority slut just like this. Well not just like this, I was fucking her too. I was playing with her clit like this while I fucked her pussy.”
Jamie squealed, covering her mouth with her hand as she came on my fingers. Her hips bucked as I pushed my fingers in and out of her soft, wet pussy. Her juices trickled down through my fingers and her thighs. I brought my hand up to her face and wormed my fingers into her lips. She sucked each of my fingers clean without protest, and we laid there for a bit, her body sandwiched between my arms and legs.
“Now I think you owe me something in return.” I said. “Suck me off. Taste her juices on me, I just fucked her.”
She slipped down between my legs, laying on her bed with my cock in her mouth. She looked at me while she did it this time, her green-brown eyes sparkling with humiliation but also obvious lust. She pumped my cock with her hand while she licked at the head, then slowly worked most of my shaft into her lips. She bobbed up and down obediently as I stroked her hair. It was a nice, slow blowjob, as I took a while to get going and she was still struggling a little. She was developing a nice tempo, sucking and licking the shaft, then just jerking me off with her hand while lightly licking around my head.
“Shit, I’m gonna come.” I muttered, tightening my grip on her hair. “Catch it all in your mouth.”
She gagged a little as she tried to choke as much of my cock down as possible. I pushed my hips up as I felt my balls contract, slipping my dick deeper in. I pushed her head down a tiny bit further and came for the second time that morning. It wasn’t much this time, which I’m sure Jamie was grateful for as she swallowed.
I kissed her again, then left her room to get ready for the day.
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I came down to the kitchen where I found Kylie, another of our roommates. She was eating breakfast while watching something on her laptop, earbuds in. Kylie was one of those art major types, with long dirty blonde hair under a green beanie. She wore big blue-light glasses over brown eyes, and she had a cute nose with a few dark freckles scattered across her cheekbones.
“Hey!” She said, waving as I came down. I hesitated for a moment, wondering if she had heard everything.
She didn’t act any different than usual though, returning to her food. I filled up a glass of water and put a bagel in the toaster, sitting down across from her at the table.
“Soooo….” Kylie said. I paused, the glass of water at my lips. “Who was the girl?”
I stared at her, feigning ignorance.
“Oh come on. The girl that came out of your room this morning.” Kylie said. “The one that you brought home last night? You two literally walked past my door.”
I rolled my eyes. Kylie was one to talk. Whereas Jamie was a little more closed-off, Kylie was always talking about her sex life. She’d brought home multiple guys before, and she practiced a very healthy, sex-positive attitude.
“As if you haven’t woken us all up before.” I said.
“Never said I didn’t!” She giggled. “I’m just asking who she was.”
“Uh, sorority girl. Brooke, she’s in Phi O. Met her through, you know, the frat.”
Kylie gave me a bit of an appraising look. It kinda rubbed me the wrong way, seeing as all the times she’d talked about her relationships and sex life out in the open, but she’d never looked at me that way until I started mentioning the frat stuff a while ago. I gathered that she had always thought of me as the shut-in roommate, until I suddenly did a heel-turn and joined a fraternity.
“She was cute.” She said, biting into her toast.
“Thanks,” I said casually.
“Oh hey!” Kylie chirped, waving at the staircase behind me. I turned a little too quickly to see Jamie descending the stairs. We met each other’s gaze for a second. I smiled normally, then she smiled too and continued into the kitchen.
“Any big plans today?” Kylie asked cheerily, overlooking our second of hesitation.
“Not really,” Jamie said. “Just work.”
“Yeah, I have that presentation in a couple days.” I said. “Have I told you guys about my fucking teammate?”
“Mmmm, another sorority girl, right?” Kylie said. “You can’t stand her. Or you really want to get in her pants.”
“Whoa! The first one, the first one. Cassie, she’s a real bitch. Sorry.” I said. “She disagrees with me over literally everything, but she doesn’t have any good ideas of her own. It’s awkward because her sorority and my frat are close so we see each other all the time even outside of class.”
"Sounds tense, I'm sure that'll go well. Speaking of sorority girls, how’d you sleep, Jamie?” Kylie asked with a note of amusement.
We both froze.
“Uhhh, what?” Jamie asked.
“Oh come on, we literally all know Eric brought a girl over. There’s no way you didn’t hear anything.”
“Maybe she’s one to keep her ear out of someone else’s business.” I remarked. Jamie shot a glance at me.
“I slept fine.” Jamie said.
“I’m sure.” Kylie said, a little sarcastically. “I feel so bad for you Jamie, now we have Eric being a total whore and keeping the house up. And you can’t even see your man!”
“Hey- I wasn’t that loud.” I said. Kylie rolled her eyes.
“It’s nothing.” Jamie said. “Rahul and I are doing fine. You know how long-distance is, but it works out when you’ve got the right ways of dealing with it.” I tried not to choke on my bread.
“Well, I’m glad that at least you’re coming out of your shell, Eric.” Kylie said happily. “It’s about time! I just feel bad Jamie has to deal with a house full of hoes, myself included.”
“Yeah, well, I’m sure she’ll manage, seeing as we’ve all learned to deal with you.” I said. “I’ll try to keep it a little more discrete next time.”
“Yeah, I think I’ll be fine.” Jamie looked at me, a bit of challenge but also a knowing sparkle in her eyes.
I smiled.
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[Cm/Cm] My first gay experience was with my cousin (Part 2)
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Bradley and I looked at each other once we heard that the others wanted to play another game before dinner. My mind was racing; thinking of where to hide this time, wondering if the furnace would kick back on providing some much needed noise. (It had turned off as we helped search for the last two cousins). What will we do this time? Will we have enough time? And so on. Although I desperately wanted to cum, I was thinking I’d gladly let him fuck my face again. Also, I never did lose my erection; I had to put it in my waistband because it wouldn’t go away. Anyways, once again the lights went out and we all split up to go find our hiding spots as the cousin who had been caught first was now the seeker.
Bradley and I separated ourselves from the others and went into, believe it or not, the exact same spot as before… I know, it doesn’t sound like the smartest thing to do, but the location was great. It was located furthest from where the seeker began and provided good concealment. Our hearts were both racing like crazy as our hands were all over each other’s bodies; exploring as much as we could in the time we had. We still had not yet kissed. I placed my right hand on the side of his face and placed my thumb on his lips. He opened his mouth and allowed my thumb inside. He sucked on my thumb so hard. My other hand went inside his shorts and started stroking his cock. He quietly said “isn’t it your turn?” and chuckled. “I’ll gladly let you use my mouth again. Do you want to fuck my mouth?” I said to him. Saying these things to him turned me on so fucking much lol. Him too.
He quickly placed his hand on the side of my face. I could feel his warm breath close to my mouth. Our lips touched. It was first just a peck on the lips. Then we both opened our mouths and truly kissed. His tongue went into my mouth; which surprised me. Then I put mine in his. Our tongues swirled around, exploring each other's mouths. We both let out quiet moans, but had to be careful as the furnace wasn’t on. The only sound being made at this point was the tv in the living room area (where we would always hang out away from the adults). At one point he sucked on my tongue; that felt great as well. Our hands explored. We grabbed each other's asses; grabbed and stroked each other’s cocks.
At this point, the one who was now seeking announced “ready or not here I come.” We were able to do all that before the seeking began which made me so happy. A precious (almost) 100 seconds. He pulled away and said “I want to make you feel good. It’s your turn to feel good.” I was thinking to myself “trust me man, you face fucking me makes me feel good” lol. I didn’t say that though. “Do you want me to suck your cock?” He asked me. “Yes” I whispered. “I may not last long, I feel like I’m going explode right now.” We both chuckled. “Don’t worry, this won’t be the last time.” He said. He grabbed and squeezed my ass so hard when he said that. “Yeah? Tell me what you want to someday do to me?” I said to him. Talking dirty like this made us both so fucking horny. I loved talking dirty and loved hearing him talk that way to me. I was praying the furnace would kick on again, but it didn’t. We spent more time talking dirty to each other.
Him: “I loved how my cock felt in your mouth. I want to fuck it again. If it’s okay with you, I want to be rough.” Our hands still explored. Still grabbing and stroking. Me: “Like I said, you can do what ever you want to me. Fuck my mouth as hard as you want, baby.” I don’t remember meaning to call him “baby”, it just came out. “Have you ever played with yourself? Your ass I mean?” He clarified. Me: “Yes, tell me what you want to do to my ass?” He grabbed my ass hard and stuck his tongue in my mouth. We made out for maybe 10 or so seconds. “Fuck you’re driving me crazy.” He said. The fucking furnace would not come back on lol. We continued whispering dirty talk to each other. A couple of cousins were found hiding at the opposite side of the basement. We both knew we couldn’t do what we wanted without some noise to muffle the sounds.
The submissive part in me kept coming out. I said “I’m serious. I want you to do anything you want to me. Fuck my mouth. Fuck my ass. Fuck me as hard and long as you want to, okay? I want you to be the first one to have me.” Saying this once again made us go crazy and we locked lips hard. Our tongues yet again exploring each other’s mouths. He licked and kissed my neck. He placed his thumb in my mouth and I sucked. “God I want you so fucking bad. Are you going to come over for New Years?” He asked me. (He was referring to a family get-together at his parent's house. I originally had plans with some friends that night, but I told him yes. I knew I wanted to continue; and soon. The sneaking around part made this experience that much more thrilling for both of us. Another was found and screamed from being scared.
Our time was sadly coming to an end. But maybe 20 seconds after that cousin was found, my uncle yelled down the stairs telling us dinner was done. The noise level went up a bit from the cousins talking and making their way towards the stairs. At that moment I wanted a taste of his cock one last time. I got on my knees and attempted to suck his cock, but he stopped me. Nothing was said. He just pulled me up and put his hand back down inside my underwear and jacked me off at a fast pace. It didn’t take long at all and I blew, what felt like, one of the biggest loads of my life. I was a mess down there. I told him I’d stay downstairs another couple minutes and then head upstairs. We hugged and he said “I promise, next time it’s all about you.” After he washed his hands in the basement bathroom, he went upstairs while I went in after him to clean up. I cleaned up and made my way up upstairs where we would all have a nice family dinner.
After we had dinner, the adults mostly stayed at the dining room table and continued talking. The rest of us made our way to the living room down in the basement and watched some tv and goofed around and whatnot. My cousin and I occasionally looked at each other; thinking of ways to fool around a bit more before this family get-together was over. We had maybe a couple hours left until it was over. Although the house is fairly big and we had plenty of places to go for privacy, the issue we obviously had was if anybody noticed us both gone and went looking. This risk was one we were about to take. We had looked at one another again; this time he pointed to his phone. He then stood up and walked out of the room. I checked my phone and had a text saying “come to my room.” I got up about 30 seconds later and left. I went upstairs to the second story and walked into his room. I first noticed his PlayStation was on with a game paused. This was just in case someone came up and looked for us. A “we were gaming” type of excuse. Although this was the most privacy we had all night, I was so nervous as to just us two being up here. It wouldn’t, however, be unusual by any means for him and I to be upstairs alone hanging out. Instead, it was the absolute fear that we would get carried away in whatever it was we would do and, obviously, get caught.
We stood in his bedroom looking at each other for a couple seconds before he would walk over to me, gently push me up against his closed bedroom door, and kiss me. Our tongues were once again exploring; happy to be meeting each other again. We both knew talking dirty got us going crazy for each other; so that’s what we did for a bit. Him “there’s going to come a time when don’t have to rush. We can take as much time as we want, to do whatever the fuck we want.” He again grabbed my ass and squeezed hard. He loved doing that. And I loved when he did it. Me: “Tell me again what you’re going to do to me.” Him: “I’m going to do whatever I want to you. I’m going to fuck your mouth until you’re gasping for air. I’m going to fuck your ass as hard as I want, for as long as I want. I’m going to use your holes.” This dirty talk was putting us both over the edge. I was going crazy. I absolutely loved being talked to that way. I offered him my ass right then and there, but he said “not tonight” and then said “but it doesn’t mean I can’t make that hole feel good. Go to the bathroom and clean up and come back.” I knew what he meant and did just that. I came back after cleaning my ass a bit and locked the door. He took my hand and lead me to his bed. I was shaking with excitement/nervousness at this point. He turned up the tv a little so the menu screen music was louder. I was still standing. He unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them and my underwear down to my ankles. He made a comment about my underwear still being moist from my cum from earlier. Then he lowered his shorts. Our cocks touched; he held them both together for a bit until we then began dry humping and grinding ourselves together. After maybe almost a minute, he knelt down and faced my cock as I stood. He focused on my balls first. He kissed, licked, put them in his mouth and sucked on them. This wasn’t my first blowjob, but it was the first time my balls had been given this type of attention. I don’t remember anything being said during this time.
He then slowly took my cock into his mouth. The feeling was unbelievable. A chill shot down my body as his warm and wet mouth took my cock. He would pleasure me for maybe a minute before he would then instruct me to turn around and bend over on the bed. I was so nervous and confused because I thought he said we couldn’t risk doing that tonight. But I didn’t care. I wanted him to do whatever he wanted. I was now on his bed and on my hands and knees. My ass cheeks were then spread apart. Still nothing being said; just actions. I then felt his warm breath on my left ass cheek. He kissed it. Then the right cheek. I was confident as to what was about to happen at this point and was beyond excited. He then, suddenly, licked my entire ass from bottom to top. His tongue going across my asshole for the first time felt so fucking good. He did this a couple more times before he focused on just my asshole. My asshole was now being tongue fucked for the first time; and god did it feel great. He spread my ass checks as far as he could and used his tongue on me for maybe a couple of minutes. He pushed his tongue in as far as he could a few times. He stopped and made a comment about how much he loves the taste of my ass and how much he can’t wait to fuck it. I wish he had right then and there. But what he did next felt incredible as well. He slowly inserted one finger in my ass. It went in easily. He then slowly put in two. This was slightly more difficult, but they went in fairly quickly. I had played with my asshole several times before this so it wasn’t too difficult for his two fingers to go in. He slowly fucked my asshole with his two fingers for a bit until picking up the pace. While doing that he grabbed my cock and began stroking it. I was in complete lust. The feeling of him fingering my asshole as he jerked me off as I was bent over on his bed felt so fucking good. I honestly don’t know how long this went on for. I lost all sense of time. I’m going to guess maybe a couple of minutes as well. I’m honestly not entirely sure, as I was lost in ecstasy.
I knew I was getting closer to cumming. That submissive part who loved talking dirty came out once again at some point during that time. As quietly as I tried, I said “Oh my god, baby. That feels so fucking good. You make me feel so fucking good.” He started becoming more aggressive. “Yes. Get that asshole ready for your cock. I want my cousin to fuck my ass. I want you cum inside of me.” Apologies for repeating myself lol, but I still can’t believe I was saying these sorts of things. It's as if a completely different side of me was freed. He was being quite rough with his fingers at this point and I absolutely loved it. He stopped jerking me off, made me stand up, and put my cock in his mouth. He was almost taking all of it in his mouth. I told him “don’t swallow. I want you to share it with me.” Almost immediately after saying that I exploded in his mouth. My legs shook like crazy. After I was done, his face came up to mine. I lowered myself slightly and opened my mouth. He shared my cum with me. We made out with our mouths covered in my cum. The feeling, again, was unbelievably good. We swallowed what cum was left and continued to make out. This, too, was so dirty; but we didn’t care. We both absolutely loved doing this.
We calmed down a bit and held each other as we stood. I wanted his cock in my mouth so badly one more time tonight; so I asked him just that, “do you want to fuck my mouth one more time tonight?” He smiled and chuckled. My body was pushed to my knees gently; his cock now right in front of my face. I looked up and said “please use my mouth. Please fuck my mouth.” Him: “You love my cock don’t you, baby?” You’re such a good fucking cocksucker.” I opened my mouth and in he went. He fucked my mouth quite hard. So hard I was gagging a little. I loved it. I loved being taken control of. I loved him dominating my mouth. “Don’t swallow” he demanded. He blew his load into my mouth maybe a little over a minute later. This load felt just as big as the first one. After he was done he leaned down and positioned his face over mine as I was still on my knees and kissed me. I shared his cum with him. We both loved doing this. Loved the taste. Loved the dirtiness of it all.
We would then take turns going to the bathroom to clean up and would hangout in his bedroom playing a newer video game he had gotten. As we took turns playing the game we talked about what we were doing and if we felt any bit of regret. Neither of us did. We reassured each other that, although this was completely unexpected and probably wrong, we loved this sexual exploration with one another. After a bit we made our way downstairs to the basement and joined the others. They didn’t ask where we had been. The days leading up to New Year’s Eve, we would text each (very normally I’ll add) about looking forward to hanging out that night.
This story will eventually continue on the night of New Year’s Eve.
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I (F22) finally had sex with my long distance boyfriend
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First of all this is my first time posting here, I just created this account so my sister doesn’t find my confession since I never told her the truth of how I met my boyfriend
So my name is Maria Luisa, and I’m from Cancun Mexico so excuse any mistakes, because it’s not my native language. So anyways, two years ago I met my boyfriend through IG and we’ve been talking ever since, we’ve been sex chatting and always telling each other how much we love each other and even seeing each other through zoom calls and I was always honest with my feelings for him and he finally came from his country to my country and we finally met. A few days ago my IG boyfriend called me and told me he was coming to my country to see me. I was so excited that I went to the airport to see him and when I saw him come out from the gate I ran up to him and hugged him making him fall to the floor and kissed him deeply. After all the romantic encounter with him I went with him to the hotel room and we continued making out as soon as we went inside the hotel room and I took my clothes off and I got naked in front of my boyfriend. My boyfriend looked at my whole body and he took his shirt off and I admired his abs and muscles, I knew he was a soccer player and worked out, but I was not expecting him to look that good shirtless, all I could think is how lucky I was to have such a handsome guy like my boyfriend and I got extremely wet. I got on my knees and I unbottoned his pants and pulled them down and then I did the same with his underwear and I finally admired his dick which I only had seen in a picture I asked him, it was bigger than the one my two ex boyfriends had and I got even more wet than I already was (if that was even possible). I started sucking my boyfriend’s dick, he moved his head up while biting his lower lip and his feace was getting red and he was sweating a bit. I continued sucking his dick as I felt his hand gently caress my hair and even my cheeks. I looked at my boyfriend’s eyes while sucking his dick and he looked down at me and told me “you have no idea how long I wanted this for” and I sped up, sucking his dick even faster and he unloaded on my mouth and face. I got up and pushed my boyfriend to the bed and I got on top of him kissing him deeply once again. I grabbed his dick and gently guided it to the entrance of my pussy letting it slide inside me. I started moving on top of my boyfriend as he wrapped his arms around me pulling me closer to him and sucking my breasts while I wrapped my legs around him as I kept moving on top of him. After almost half an hour, my boyfriend told me he was about to cum I unwrapped my legs from him and I started sucking his dick once again tasting my fluids on it and after a few seconds he came and I opened my mouth to receive all of it on my tongue and swallowing it all. Days later I decided to go live with him on his country and I’m happy with him.
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[M] I do it for the compliments, not the $
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When I was a kid, I was teased mercilessly for having a high-pitched voice.. almost annoying? late bloomer...
Now though?
I record and produce erotic audios on a few different platforms. Yesterday I received a message on one of those platforms telling me that my voice "is the only thing that makes me cum now. You've ruined me."
While this is just a hobby and currently generates me less than 50$ a month, the compliments.. the comments.. the emails I get from "fans"??.. My gawwwd. Makes my heart melt.
Every day I'm sent an email (or 3) about how quickly a girl came to an audio, or how something specific I said drove them up the wall and now they cant stop thinking about it.
While this might not be the most erotic story on this sub, I just wanted to express the feeling of knowing dozens/hundreds of women wank to me every week... is pretty freaking thrilling.
The listeners don't send pics 99% of the time. Just a story or thank you, or an omg moment they needed to tell me about. One lady told me that now that she found me, she can't wait for her husband to go to sleep.
I don't care if I don't make any money doing this, I assure you the words of encouragement are well worth the time/effort I put into making this type of content.
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Good, long, sloppy blowjobs are the best [F24]
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Picture this. You're me. Super long shifts in the hospital all week.
Life: drained out of me.
Stress level: all time high.
Do I need dick: yes.
So what do we do to rectify this? Message your guy best friend that you want to choke on his cock of course.
I'm heading over to his place soon to do my favorite thing. An extra long, extremely sloppy blowjob. I don't think there's anything better than it.
Now lemme explain why:
If you're like me you get off on being that slut for your man. I want nothing but to please that cock and I get off so much from being so dirty. I think it stems from the field I work in. Radiographer by day, slut by night. It can be tiring having to be so professional all the time, and what's the complete polar opposite of professionalism? Sticking a cock down my throat.
Provided I'm with the right person, I love how slutty it makes me feel.
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[MF] My wife wanted me to read part of her spicy book and that lead us to the bedroom.
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My wife and I are both avid readers. I read mostly horror/thriller/suspense and really enjoy books featured in a wilderness setting. My wife reads mostly fantasy/dark romance/smut. She gets more time to read and read about 200 books last year to my 60.
I’ve always lightly teased her about reading porn while most people just watch it. We’ve never really read each other’s books because of our separate interests and we both just stick with what we enjoy. Don’t get me wrong. I love that she reads the books she likes, because she gets worked up from scenes in a book and then I get all the benefit from it.
We were sitting on the couch the other night both scrolling our phones looking for the next book to read as we had both recently finished books. We were chatting about our books and I made a comment about what I was looking for in the next book a I read and she mentioned her book and that it was pure top notch filth, meaning the spice was very good. She will occasionally make me read a line from one of her books just to see my reaction. I mean one time she had my read a couple pages where this chick got fucked with a gun and it was a little rapey….we’re not into that but she thought my facial expression was priceless and she’s usually just looking for a reaction like that. So I asked her what she mean by “top notch filth?” She said she highlighted a couple lines at the time of reading her recent book.
So she finds the chapter with the highlighted lines and hands me her kindle. This chapter went 0-100 real quick. This chapter was from the woman’s POV and the guy told her if she didn’t shut up he was going to fuck that filth right out of her. My eyebrows raised. My wife said, “oh that’s nothing, keep going.” So I read the rest of the chapter from the female POV and then the next switched the the guys POV.
Well it didn’t take long and my cock was fully hard from just reading a little bit. I gave her the kindle back and told her it was wild. I told her “you fucked up” and she said “why?” I said, “because now I’m going to take you to the bedroom and fuck that filth right out of you.”
So we go to the bedroom and we’re standing at the edge of the bed making out. I whispered in her ear “Now we’re going to fuck, but it’s all gonna be my way.”
I start undressing her and massaging her perfect D cup tits. Then I undressed in front of her, cock out and throbbing. We kiss and I grab her hair and force her to her knees. She wastes no time taking my cock straight into her mouth as deep as possible. I let her go on her own for a minute while I reached down to get a couple handfuls of her tits. I moved my hands back up and wrapped my fingers up in her hair behind her head and steadily began fucking her face while she began to moan with pleasure. With each moan I could feel the hum with my cock and after a couple minutes I was close to cumming. “Gotta make this last a little longer than that.”
I reached under her arms and pulled her back up and pushed her down on the edge of the bed on her back. I adjusted her so her ass was right over the edge of the bed and her pussy was in perfect position. I pulled her legs up and put her feet over my shoulders. I wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction of putting my cock straight in. I had to tease her a little. I rubbed the head of my cock on her clit and slid it down and let the tip almost slide inside a few times. She was soaking wet. Each time I slid down she was begging me to thrust it in with her back arching and head going back every time. Finally, I had to give in.
I pushed my cock into her slowly and watched the pleasure wash over her face. I picked up the pace a little but kept each thrust deep and hard. Her tits bounced with each thrust. Steady. Hard. Deep. Her left hand back over her head gripping the sheets of the bed. I grabbed her thighs with her legs still over my shoulders and picked up the pace just a bit while keeping each thrust pounding hard so her tits would bounce as much as I wanted them to. I could feel her tighten around my cock with each stroke and I was getting close to the edge.
Even though it was supposed to be my way, I still wanted to make sure she came first. I pulled out of her and leaned forward and grabbed her tits and asked her if she want her rose (clit suction vibrator). She shook her head yes in excitement. I reached over and pulled it out of the top nightstand drawer and tossed it to her. I gave her a second to get it on the setting she wanted and place it right over her clit.
Her legs were spread open, knees bent, pussy glistening, just begging for me to enter. She had both hands on the rose. She knows I love it when she does that. It pushes her tits together and creates the best view in the world. I stepped forward and my cock slid right back inside her. After a few pounding thrusts she was close to the edge. Her pussy was gripping my cock so tight. Each thrust she bucked harder and harder until she was pulsing with an orgasm.
She threw the rose to the side and grabbed my hips and pulled me into her hard with each thrust. I went back to pounding and getting those tits bouncing. “Now I just have to figure out where I’m going to cum….where do you want it?” She told me, “wherever you want.”
This had my right in the edge. I had every intention of pulling out and shoving my cock right into her mouth and pumping her face full of cum…but right before I pulled out I just couldn’t resist giving a few last deep pounding thrusts and pumping her deep with my cum. I told her “I just can’t resist filling you up.”
I pulled out and we cleaned up, exchanged pleasantries about how much fun that was.
Fellas, if your lady is into spicy books, read a few lines, especially if she highlights her favorite ones on a kindle. We both had a hell of a time and I can’t wait until she gives me another few lines to read.
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Giving My Straight Buddy "The Best Head Ever!"
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I really wasn't trying to turn this guy. I think what I really needed was a friend. But when I told this story is when I first heard people tell me 'oh you're flipping straight guys'. And that's not what I was trying to do at all.
So this story started when I was going through this incident at work. I had gotten promoted to a manager of a very large gym, in a very upscale part of the city. To everyone on the outside I was a star manager. My club was the highest grossing club nationwide in our company. But on the inside I hit a wall.
The biggest part of that... Amir, the man I was seeing, who I wrote about (I think the post was called "He Wore Nothing But A Towel And Flipflops" ), had left me, so abruptly. He one day just said he had to go home - to the UAE - and fix something with his father. I knew from Amir's stories that his father knew about his sexuality. Amir was a powerful business person - to everyone else...but to me he was just the sweetest human I had ever met. But Amir's family had money and influence. Amir was supposed to marry into some other family, instead he left his family and came here. Upsetting everyone. That's how we met. Both runaways. Figuring out how to build the life we wanted. We matched. It was perfect. Then it was over.
Looking back on it now, it was like I was in shock. I would see men that looked similar in stature to Amir come into my gym. And I would be so certain it was him. And then my brain would re-adjust and it would be someone who looked nothing like him, no melting smile, those dark eyes that would half moon when he smiled, and crinkle at the edges...nothing.
Amir and I even fucked in the locker room showers. He initiated it. One weekend we came to workout and the gym was very empty. He text me to come to his shower. I refused at first, but I was so drawn to Amir that I was slipping into his shower before I could really stop myself. Amir was a tender lover. So intune with my body, so intimate. But on that day he fucked me like a villan. Like hands around my neck choking me while forcing me to look deep into his eyes. Amir and I would take turns topping and bottoming. But if we ever had sex in the gym, he would top me. His dick was thick. Wide. Like take four fingers (depending on the size of your hand) and hold them out. Like that. He split me open and clamped his hand over my mouth when I started to moan too loudly. It was incredible.
I was still in this half shock state when I got a call from my old manager James, who is now regional sales manager and transitioning to VP of L&D. A corporate job.
"Hey." He said. His voice sounded low, almost conspiratorial.
"Hey James." I replied. I sensed something was off. But what could it be?
"Is there anything you need to tell me..."
The conversation was a bit of a blur in my memory now. James told me that one of my front desk team members made an allegation about me. That I had propositioned him for sex on a gay dating app (that will remain nameless), and was harassing him at work.
An investigation was launched. I remember shit hitting the fan when I exited the gym as he was coming in for work. We crossed paths.
"Dude, what the hell are you trying to do to me." I said. I know having contact with him wasn't the best idea. I should have just kept walking.
I remember he said something that implied he wanted money for silence.
"What?" I didn't understand where he was going with this.
"Well you have that rich boyfriend, it shouldn't be a problem." He was talking about Amir. My Amir.
That's when I lost my ever-loving shit.
I don't remember all that I said ...I just remember my buddy Rick, who is building security, and like 6'4 300 lbs solid, holding me back. When I got outside the building and gained my bearings, I recalled the strained feeling in my throat. I was yelling something, I just don't remember what. I remember being held back and clawing the air. I remember the smug satisfied look on Nate's face as he watched me falling apart.
I will never forget that look.
I called James and my direct manager George and told them I would not be coming back into work for a while. And that I would work from home. I didn't ask for permission. If they said no, they could find someone else. They said it was okay.
I spent the week at my apartment, working when I got a call from my friend Michael who I wrote about (My Workplace Bully). Michael still works at my original gym. He leads the sales team now. He had heard some gossip about my blowup at the club, and wanted to see if I was okay.He told me to come see him on his lunch break. And he requested that I bring him food.
I love Michael now. But he is still a little shit:)
I got burgers from his favorite place and we posted up in James' old office. I told him everything that had been going on with me and the club.
"Dude, that sucks." Was just about all he managed to say before he was being called to go help one of his sales team members. Michael left and said he would be right back.
I sat alone in the office and waited, when suddenly I heard a sound coming from the lobby that I knew far too well.
"Let me speak to YOUR FUUUUCKKKING MAAAAAAANAAGGGERRRR!" The voice shouted.
Uh-oh.
I instantly started to look for a place to hide. But just as I considered lunging underneath the desk, covering my eyes, and chanting 'I'm invisible'. He walked up to the glass door. We made eye contact. His face was beet red, and he was breathing hard. I motioned for him to enter, but he was already opening the door.
His name is Cesar.
"Hey man, come in!" I said in my most innocent, cheery voice. I very professionally reached my arm out and slid the burger wrappers and half eaten fry treys to the other side of the desk. I could see the one star reviews being written about me now. This better go well. "What's going on?"
"YOUR FUCKING EMPLOYEE..." He took a breath and calmed himself slightly. "Is giving me a hard time." His face was twitching with restraint. His hands were trembling.
"I'm sorry they're giving you a hard time dude, what about may I ask?" My tone was gentle. The wrong inflection and corporate would be asking why a manager under investigation for sexual harassment was camping out at a club he didn't belong to, and fighting with the members.
Cesar pointed to a kid outside the office, the kid looked 16 and unphased by his brother's shouting and intensity.
"That's my little brother! I am his legal guardian! He has autism and doesn't come in often enough to put him on my membership...so I pay for the day...but everytime I do, someones always GIVING ME A FUCKING PROBLEM!" His anger crescendoed again. I looked at the kid outside. Cesar looked all of 24 years old. My age at the time. I understand people questioning his guardianship ...but if someone told me that they were the legal guardian, I never challenged them on it.
I know my superiors would say it was wrong. But I opened up a one-year paid in full (PIF) in care of membership for Cesar's brother. For free of course. Then I credited the max of six months back on his membership, for his troubles.
I pulled out a plastic key card and attached the membership to the barcode on the key card and handed it to him.
"This will get your brother in, no questions asked." I said. He took the card and stared at it like it wasn't real.
"That's ...it?"
"That's it." I replied. "The membership is now active."
Suddenly he started to cry. He tried to hold it back, and the more he did the more it spilled out of him. The weight on him was almost tangible. I could see him lighten up as he sobbed. When I thought he was about to speak, he just cried some more.
"Thank you." He managed to say.
"Thank you." I replied. In light of everything that had been going on at my club, I was seriously considering leaving fitness altogether. Cesar had reminded me of why I never dreaded coming to work. I loved my job. I loved helping people. I loved my members. And some ass clown sociopath threatened all of that. I felt rejuvenated by Cesar. I felt re-purposed by him. And while the entire week I contemplated leaving my job in fitness...suddenly I felt the urge to fight.
"My brother is very routine, it's so hard for me to get him out of the house...This is the one thing that we do together, that we both enjoy. It helps him with his anxiety..." As he continued, I had no doubts that this guy was the guardian, legal or not. I gave him my card and told him to reach out to me if he had any more trouble.
"Is there anything else I can do for you?" I asked. I reached over and picked up a half eaten carten of cold french fries and shook them enticingly in his face. "Fries?"
He smiled, and suddenly I noticed how freaking attractive he was.
His skin was smooth and soft, his lips were full and Starburst fruit punch red. He had thick eyelashes and sharp brows that highlighted his alert eyes. His body wasn't huge but it seemed very toned. His grey thermal hugged him so tightly it made me jealous. His ears were pierced with small diamonds that subtly caught the light and made his brilliant white smile seem to sing. He was bald, albeit he was wearing a hat, and he had a full thick beard.
Cesar thanked me again and left. After me and Michael finished talking, I left but not before consoling the girl at the front desk who Cesar had screamed at.
As I was making my way to my car my phone rang. It was Cesar. He thanked me for all the help and asked if there was anything he could do to pay me back. I told him no...but then a thought occurred to me.
"Let me take you out." I said.
"What?" He replied.
"Let me take you on a date."
"Oh dude...I'm not...I don't swing that way." He said
"I didn't assume you did man...I just think, it's been a long time since someone has taken you out." I knew this was risky. "I'm not looking for sex or a relationship...just come out with me."
He hesitated but he agreed. I picked him up that night and we went to this high-end spa by my gym. I knew the owner, and he had been trying to get me to come in there for the longest time. He also wanted to place his products in my club. Cesar and I got the full VIP treatment. It was amazing. When they laid us out for the massage part, I had to discreetly adjust myself because I could hear Cesar softly moaning from the other side of the curtain. His soft cooing made me hard almost instantly.
We went for dinner after that. And he talked the whole time. I could tell it had been a long time since anyone had really listened to him. Like Miguel. Like Junior. Like James. Like so many men that I had come across.
Cesar told me about how his dad left when he was young. How he's been working since he was twelve, providing for his family. How he took power of attorney of his brother when he turned eighteen.
We talked about everything.
When I dropped him off back at home, he hesitated to get out of the car...opting instead to stretch out the conversation. Finally, he glanced toward his house - I think he was checking to see if anyone was watching - without warning he leaned in.
Our lips touched. God this man knew how to kiss. It was deep and slow. Maybe it was a color association, but his lips really did taste like candy. I could feel our lust starting to connect. I felt the tip of his tongue slip past my lips and touch mine. I tell you there must have been a spark when that happened because an electric current was running through our bodies.
He pulled off. Breaking the connection. "Thanks for everything." My feet were still looking for the ground when I replied "Sure, man."
We soon became friends. Cesar and I hung out quite a bit. He even brought his brother once and we went to the park. A few weeks later we went driving around in my car. Stopping at random places to eat. We parked in a dark empty parking lot, and began talking. I loved the fact that we were growing so close. I liked that we weren't having sex...at least so far. Recounting one of my encounters with him he said "So it's pretty big huh?"
"Well, that's what people tell me." I say sheepishly.
"Take it out." He said. His directness was kinda intimidating.
"Well I'm not hard." I said. I was quickly running out of excuses.
He leaned into me. I could smell his sweet cologne. "Well, get it hard." He kissed me in a way that was so dominant and bossy. It was like he commanded my cock to get hard. I was hard within seconds.
"Okay, I'm ready." I said, panting. I reclined my chair and unfastened my jeans. Inch by inch my cock comes out. I watched Cesar's face to see his reaction. I love to see the surprised look.
"Oh fuck bro, that's big." He said.
"Thanks man." I said. Cesar, reached down and started jerking me off. His hands were impossibly soft. It was maddening. Then without warning Cesar plunched down on my cock, sucking the tip with his full lips. He kept the tip in his mouth while he jerked me with both of his soft hands. This was definitely his first time.
"Let me show you how it's done dude." I said to him. I pulled him off my cock. I noted the look of pure excitement on his face...he was having fun. I began to unfasten his pants. To my delight he was already rock hard. Eight inches, uncut, average girth. I take my time teasing his balls, shaft and finally pull the skin back. I take him all the way to his balls. I looked up, I don't know if it was the way the streetlights shone on him but his eyes seemed to be tearing up. He kept shifting around like he didn't know what to do with his hands.
"Oh god!...oh my god!" He was saying.
Cesar gasps and grunts with pleasure. Before I knew it he unloaded down my throat. I was a good boy. I didn't waste a drop. It took less than a minute of me sucking for him to cum.
I pulled off of him and met his face. I still had some of his milk in my mouth as I kissed him deeply.
Cesar got kind of embarrassed. I'm sorry bro, I'm sorry. But that was the best head ever!
Cesar and I are friends to this day. We messed around a little more. But he got more serious with the girl he had been dating.
Oh! The situation with Nate got handled too...but that is a long story that is detailed on the podcast. I would love to see you there.
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The Prefect, Parts 1-5 [F20/F18] [Domme/sub] [Role Reversal] [ENF/Exhibitionism]
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**Part One**
Winter.
It was Elise’s favorite season.
Even after the magic of Christmas had long faded, January and February still held just as much magic for the appreciative girl. Scarves and creative layers to personalize the repetitive academy outfit she and the rest of the girls at her private school had to wear. Hot chocolate and a warm fireplace after a brisk walk in the cold. And, most importantly, snow. While most adults in the north grew jaded due to shoveling and driving in the annual torment, Elise loved every second of it.
Today included. Fresh snow on the ground from the previous night’s precipitation encouraged Elise to take her favorite route after the last class of the day. On colder days, she would stay in and do homework or study her notes from that day’s lecture. But a walk through the park sounded all too great for her today. She needed to decompress, and walking always helped. The fresh snow was just an added bonus.
At just twenty years old, Elise was one of the youngest prefects at Edgewood Academy for Girls. She was mostly in charge of the high school students at the prep school just across the river, though her responsibilities sometimes extended to the college’s first-years when her peers were busy. Most of the time, Elise’s job was easy. She would help out however she was needed at the high school during her free period, and then make sure all the teenage girls were back in their dorms after curfew when she had an evening shift. Back at Edgewood, it was more or less a RA job. Ensure quiet hours were kept, confiscate contraband, and make sure the new students were adhering to the school’s strict dress code.
Every now and then, her job was difficult. Today was one such day. Two fifteen year old girls got into a nasty fight at lunch when she was helping out at the prep school. Elise had intervened immediately, and paid dearly for it. She got her own blonde hair pulled, a few noticeable scratches on her arms, and the sleeve of her blouse partially ripped. Thankfully, a teacher and an older prefect showed up before things got out of hand, but it was still enough of an ordeal that left her shaken afterwards.
Reliving the experience had distracted her throughout the rest of her classes, and a good portion of the walk so far. Standing at 5’5”, Elise wasn’t particularly short. However, her academic lifestyle didn’t help her much in terms of strength or muscle. Certainly not enough to stop a cat fight all on her own. The faintly sore scratches brought the memory back again and again. The screams of the girls, the jeering of the crowd of girls that did nothing to help the situation . . .
“Elise…? Elise? Elise!!” The yelling of her name snapped the distracted blonde out of the most recent iteration of the memory. Elise turned towards the voice, just now noticing three girls on the small bridge that she was about to cross.
“Oh, hey,” Elise gave a faint smile as she approached, realizing a bit too late who it was calling out her name. All three of the girls were in the year below her, and shouldn’t be using her name in such a casual way. “I would prefer ‘Miss Elise,’” she said. It wasn’t her favorite thing, especially for girls so close in age, but rules were rules. When a girl had the prefect badge on, she was an authority figure. Even for college first-years who were all legally adults at this point and less than enthusiastic about some of the academy’s rules.
“Oh, does that count when we’re off the school grounds?” one of the girls asked. A red haired first-year named Katie? Katherine? Elise couldn’t quite remember. “Miss Elise,” the girl corrected herself, “What’cha doin’ out here?”
“Just taking a walk.” Elise said, letting out a sigh of relief to herself. It was always a coin toss whether a girl would be respectful or disrespectful to prefects at Edgewood, especially those closest in age to the others. While prefects did have authority, it was easier for girls to act dismissively towards their peers compared to their teachers.
“Us too! We’re just taking a quick break,” the redhead said, “Do you want to join us? You can walk with us afterwards too!”
“Yeah, stick around, Elise!” The shorter of the two brunette girls behind her added. Elise was pretty sure her name was Anna.
Elise wanted to correct Anna too, but decided against it. These students seemed friendly enough, but taking them up on the offer would be a bad idea. When she became a prefect, Elise was warned about getting too close with any girl in a lower grade. It would make it more difficult to gain respect when needed, and often more difficult for the prefect to write up a girl she was friends with. And that wouldn't be fair to everyone else.
“Sorry, girls.” Elise gave them a half smile. “I’d love to, but I have a lot of studying to do. I’ll be heading back to the academy in a second.” She felt bad for lying, but it sounded better than saying that spending time with them outside classes was strongly discouraged.
“That’s fine,” the first girl said, “Have a good rest of your walk!”
“You too!” Elise smiled. Rather than take the bridge, she turned back the way she came. It wasn’t her intended route, but it was the only way to turn her excuse into reality.
However, she only got one or two steps before the redhead called after her, “Wait, Elise?”
“Yes?” She turned back around. Once again catching the lack of her proper title a little bit too late.
“Where did you get your backpack? It has so many pockets!”
“Umm, I bought it online,” Elise replied. She just ordered it a few days ago, but couldn’t remember the exact brand or style off the top of her head, “I can give you the link later if you’d like?”
“Do you mind if I check it out? That would be better than a picture, right? I’ll be quick, I promise!”
“Oh, umm, sure.”
It seemed like an innocent enough request. After all, mailing something back that didn’t quite work out was always a bit of a chore.
Elise walked onto the bridge to join the girls. She let the backpack slide off her shoulders, deciding it was better to watch the girls instead of turning her back. Just in case. As she approached the redhead, Elise realized the first year was an inch or so taller than her. Not a huge deal, but she found it more difficult to be the voice of authority when she had to look up into a girl’s eyes. It’s why she often wore heels, but not when the paths outside could potentially be icy and lead to a nasty fall.
“Do you mind?” The girl asked, reaching out for the backpack. The two other girls were whispering about something, but Elise didn’t bother thinking about that. Girls would be girls.
“Just be careful with it, okay? It’s new.” Elise said. She reluctantly let the first-year take the bag.
“Let’s see…” the redhead unzipped the main pocket.
Elise wanted to protest, but she bit her tongue. It was mildly violating, but, at the same time, it wasn’t that big of a deal. The girl wanted to check out the backpack, and the inside of the pockets would be a factor if she decided to buy one for herself. That, and Elise didn’t have anything in her backpack that would cause alarm.
One by one, the girl unzipped every single pocket. Elise just watched, waiting patiently for her to finish her inspection.
“Anna?” The redhead glanced back to the girls behind her. Before Elise could realize what was happening, the shorter of the two brunettes quickly ran up and took the backpack out of the first girl’s hands. Anna then walked over to the edge of the bridge, holding the backpack over the running water beneath them.
“Hey!” Elise exclaimed with wide eyes. “What are you doing??”
She tried to get to her backpack, but the redhead was quick to block her path. “Ah, ah, ah, Elise,” she smiled, “One more step, and Anna will turn your backpack upside down!”
Elise froze. It hit her all at once. The fake curiosity about her backpack. The whispering. The unzipping of every pocket. But it was way too late.
“Anna, don’t!” Elise called to the shorter girl. "Please don't!"
“Hush, Elise.” The slightly taller redhead smiled, now standing directly in front of her. “Don’t worry, Anna won’t drop your things. IF you do something fun for us to earn it back!
Any rational girl would walk away.
Especially a girl that was supposed to be in charge of first-years like these three under normal circumstances. She could explain the situation to the school. Replace the books, binders, and assignments. And let these mischievous girls be reprimanded by the academy’s administration.
But Elise had JUST lost her backpack last week. The thought of asking her teachers for all the class materials a second time made her feel embarrassed and a little guilty. So she reluctantly decided to play along. Let these immature girls have their fun.
“What do I have to do . . .?” Elise asked.
“What do I have to do, *Miss Kaitlyn,*” the redhead was quick to reply, “See what it’s like for us, little prefect.”
Kaitlyn. That was her name.
Elise flushed at the nickname more than the demand that came with it. Kaitlyn was barely an inch taller than her, but the words ‘little prefect’ were still patronizing enough for Elise to cringe at the teasing disrespect.
“Fine.” Elise let out a heavy sigh. “What do I have to do, Miss Kaitlyn?”
**Part Two**
Miss Kaitlyn.
It sounded wrong the moment Elise said it out loud. The worst part was, she only enforced the title for herself because it was academy policy. It wasn’t her favorite thing, and she wished she could somehow explain that now. Because these first-year girls seemed to think it was her power tripping or something.
The following silence was agonizing. In reality, it only lasted a few seconds. To the blonde prefect, however, it felt like an eternity.
“Hmm . . .” Kaitlyn finally broke the silence. She put one hand on her hip, and the other on her chin in mock concentration. “How about this?” Kaitlyn said. She lowered her hand and casually dropped her arm. “Flash us your bare chest.”
Elise was stunned, to say the least. “Excuse me?!”
The nerve of this girl! Elise had only played along with the teasing title because it seemed rather harmless. But this was not harmless. This was downright insulting.
“I think you heard me, Elise.” Kaitlyn smiled. “Well? What will it be? Yes or no?”
“No! And it’s ‘Miss Elise!’” she exclaimed. This had to stop. Now. “Kaitlyn, enough. I’m not doing that. Anna, give me my backpack.”
“It's 'Miss Kaitlyn.' And you’re no fun, Elise. Oh well.” Kaitlyn shrugged. “Anna, dump out her backpack.”
“Okay!” The short brunette eagerly smiled. She started to tip the backpack over.
“STOP!! Anna, wait! I’ll do it, I’ll do it!” Elise gave in rather quickly when she saw her bag get close to the tipping point. The thought of all her belongings falling into the frigid water below made her impulsively react before she could fully think it through.
Elise's shrill voice seemed to be enough to at least give Anna pause, though the brunette was more looking at Kaitlyn for direction, rather than in response to Elise's outburst. “You’ll do what, Elise?” Kaitlyn asked.
Another teasing way of turning the tables. It was common practice for prefects and teachers alike to make students say full thoughts out loud. If a student was late to class, and a teacher got on their case about it, they wouldn’t just say “Yes, ma’am” or “Yes, Mrs. XYZ.” It was always something like “Yes, ma’am. I won’t be late again.” One of many discipline practices Elise learned when she first became a prefect. This particular tactic was used so girls could internalize a responsible phrase said by themselves.
But most of the tricks she learned were for the high school students across the river. How did Kaitlyn even know about that? Or was the redhead just being condescending, and not realizing it paralleled something Elise often used herself? Either way, it didn’t feel good to be on the receiving side. And, at that, for something not responsible at all.
“I’ll…” Elise began, then hesitated.
Was this worth it?
It’s not like she hadn’t been topless in front of girls before. The private college’s locker room was used by girls of every year, and Elise changed before and after workouts all the time. Normally she’d wear athletic gear to and from the gym, but Edgewood’s uniform requirements made that impossible. Plus the locker room meant changing amidst a crowd of other girls, all of whom were keeping to themselves for the most part. If one of these girls had partially seen her in the past, it wouldn’t be that big of deal.
This was different. This was her actively displaying her body in a completely inappropriate way. Even if it was just to other girls, it was still wrong. Especially considering it was girls she was supposed to have authority over. Not to mention the fact that it would be cold in the chilly winter air.
“Well? I don’t have all day, Elise.” Kaitlyn crossed her arms.
“Kaitlyn-”
“*Miss* Kaitlyn-” The persistent redhead corrected her.
“Miss Kaitlyn . . .” Elise mumbled. She wanted so badly to be firm with the girl before her. But that subtle height difference, the stern expression on Kaitlyn’s face, and the backpack still dangling over the edge of the bridge all affected her in one way or another.
“Better.” Kaitlyn smiled. “Now, were you going to say something, Elise?”
“You know what?" Elise said. "Fine. Drop my stuff.”
It would be painful to watch, but she would survive. And all three of these girls would get in trouble. Kaitlyn, Anna, and the other brunette. Elise didn’t know her name, but she’d be able to identify her later if she needed to. “I’m not doing that, Kaitlyn.”
“Miss Kaitlyn.” The redhead said. “And you’re no fun, Elise.” The casual use of Elise’s name right after the correction wasn’t lost on her. Kaitlyn turned back to the girls behind her, “Annaa. Caroline. Run back to the dorms. Hide her backpack. I’ll be back soon. Go on, run!”
At Kaitlyn’s order, the two girls were quick to do as they were told. Elise felt a fleeting relief as the backpack was brought back over dry land, but that feeling was short lived. The other two turned around and ran back along the path across the bridge.
“Wait! Anna!” Elise called after her, but to no avail. Kaitlyn took a quick sideways step and blocked Elise’s attempt to chase after them, and there was really nothing Elise could do about it. Short of shoving the girl aside or pushing her down, if she could even manage that, there was no way past the redhead. No proper girl would be rough with another girl. Even if she wasn’t a prefect, Elise wouldn’t do that.
Elise narrowed her eyes at Kaitlyn and tried to think of the best way to berate the girl, but Kaitlyn beat her to the punch. “New deal, Elise.” She crossed her arms, giving a confident smile to the blonde prefect. “Be at our dorm at 4 PM sharp. We’ll have to find another way you can earn your stuff back.”
Kaitlyn. Anna. Caroline.
Those were the names. Elise was already sick of this, and ready to pass this problem off to someone else. “Enough, Kaitlyn. I’m not earning anything. I’ll be there at four. You’ll hand me my backpack, or you’ll be in even worse trouble.”
“Miss Kaitlyn. And I’ve been in trouble before, Elise.” Kaitlyn rolled her eyes. “How about you? Do you want to explain how a prefect managed to lose her backpack to a group of younger students? And how those younger students read through all of her private prefect stuff after she let her belongings fall into their hands?”
Ugh. What was with this girl?!
But Kaitlyn had a point. Elise had only just recently become a prefect. This would look pretty bad from an outside perspective. Even if she was in the right. Now that Kaitlyn pointed it out, Elise realized that she would have preferred the backpack to be in the river. No one but prefects and teachers were supposed have access to her prefect materials, as there was a bunch of private information in there. Not to mention all the sensitive notes on the high school girls at the prep school. If Kaitlyn and her other unauthorized friends started pilfering through those things . . .
“Okay, fine.” Elise sighed. “I’ll be there at four. Just leave my stuff alone, okay?”
“And?”
“And what, Kaitlyn?”
“Miss Kaitlyn.” She raised an expectant eyebrow. “If you can’t get my name right, we *will* go through your stuff, Elise.”
It took everything Elise had not to scream at the girl. She was still a prefect, and the older girl between the two of them. She wouldn’t lose her cool. “And what, *Miss Kaitlyn?”*
“And you’ll have to earn your stuff back.”
“Fine.” At this point, Elise just wanted to leave. Take some time to think things over before committing to Kaitlyn’s annoyingly persistent demands.
“The whole thing, Elise?”
Elise let out a frustrated sigh. It was just words, but it still irritated her. “I’ll be there at four. And I’ll have to earn my stuff back.”
“Don’t be rude, Elise. You forgot about my name. And four PM sharp, right?”
Just words. Just words. “I’ll be there at four PM sharp, Miss Kaitlyn.” Elise reluctantly repeated, “And I’ll have to earn my stuff back.”
“Good girl. Was that so hard?” Kaitlyn asked, not even attempting to hide her grin. Then she turned on her heel and strutted off in the same direction the two brunette girls had run, only pausing to glance back at the flustered blonde prefect one more time, “Be punctual, Elise!”
**Part Three**
It was almost time.
Elise paced the hallway just around the corner from the door she was avoiding. It still wasn’t too late. She could call this whole thing off, and let the administration handle it. But Kaitlyn’s words rang true. It technically wasn’t her fault, but Elise still indirectly handed over a number of private materials. If she could just get those two binders back, the rest of her possessions didn’t matter.
She pulled out her phone for the hundredth time. Three minutes until 4 PM.
Elise would play along. If things got out of hand, she would bail. Whether they respected her authority or not, she was still a prefect. They wouldn’t get away with this. Two binders, and then straight to the academy’s office to pass off the discipline responsibility.
One more deep breath. Then she rounded the corner and strode to the looming entrance before she could talk herself out of her poorly constructed game plan. Out of habit, she knocked on the common room door, then opened it without waiting for a reply.
“Elise!” Of course, Kaitlyn was the first one to greet her. She and her two cohorts were waiting on the couches of the common area. All in uniforms that matched the one Elise wore, though none of them were wearing the blazer that went with the outfit like she did.
Two other first-years studying in the common room glanced up at Kaitlyn’s exclamation. Elise couldn’t tell if they were more curious about the presence of a prefect at this hour, or that the redhead had just addressed her so casually rather than following university policy. Perhaps both.
“Girls,” Elise nodded to the two that weren’t involved in this. Play the part. Play it cool. Then she turned her attention back to Kaitlyn, “You wanted to discuss something?”
They wouldn’t try anything here, would they? She was a prefect, and an upperclassman. Elise would absolutely not do anything that would further undermine her authority in front of more first-years. Surely Kaitlyn knew that.
“Let’s talk in private.” Kaitlyn said. Not a question, Elise noted. The red haired girl stood up and walked over to her room. She opened the door, and gestured for Elise to enter.
It was both relieving and unnerving all at the same time. Elise’s previous worry was alleviated. No one else would witness her being spoken to so disrespectfully. But at the same time, she would be hanging out in a first-year’s dorm room, rather than the common room. It would be frowned upon if anyone found out. But what choice did she have? Short of bailing right now, she really only had two options. Public or private.
“Sure.” Elise faked a smile.
Once the blonde prefect entered the room, the other two girls were quick to stand up from their cozy common room chairs and follow. Kaitlyn gave them both a knowing smile as they did. The stunt on the bridge was done on a whim, and adjusted on the fly. It hadn’t gone quite as well as the devious redhead hoped, but that was fine. It was enough to get the stuck-up prefect here. And this time, the girls had well over an hour to plan things out before Elise showed up.
The clueless, uptight prefect had no idea what was in store for her.
**Part Four**
Elise did a quick once over as she entered. Also a prefect habit, as room inspections were part of her responsibilities. Save for a little clutter on the desk, the room was pretty clean.
Kaitlyn lived in a single room, which meant she was either lucky, or her parents were wealthy enough to pay extra to secure it. The first-year dorms were set up where ten girls would live together. A common room and six bedrooms. Four of the bedrooms were doubles, and two were singles. Singles tended to cost extra. If they weren’t all claimed and paid for, then any remaining girls who requested one would get it via luck of the draw.
“First things first, Elise.” Kaitlyn said. The two brunettes walked straight passed Elise, smiling at her as they did, then sat down next to each other on the bed. Kaitlyn shut the door behind her, taking a confident step into the room and towards Elise. “What do you call me?”
Arguing was pointless. It would just prolong this whole experience. “Miss Kaitlyn.” Elise reluctantly replied. She tried so hard to play it cool, but couldn’t help but lightly blush when the two girls on the bed started giggling.
“Good girl.” Kaitlyn repeated the same demeaning phrase she had casually used on the bridge earlier. The redhead walked past Elise to take the desk chair, making the flustered prefect the only one without a seat.
“Look, I’m here.” Elise said. She tried to push away all of her frustration. Being calm was the best way to deal with girls like this. “Please give me back my things.”
“Elise. A proper girl addresses the woman to whom she’s speaking.” Kaitlyn said. She sat back in her chair, echoing one of their teachers’ common phrases. Edgewood Academy wasn’t just for learning, like most colleges. It was also meant to groom young women into proper ladies.
“Please give me back my things, Miss Kaitlyn.” Elise flatly responded.
“Good girl.” Kaitlyn nodded. “So the girls and I have been talking, and here’s what we decided. We took a quick peek inside your bag. That’s okay with you, right?” Of course it wasn’t. But Kaitlyn continued without waiting for a reply. “We saw two books, two notebooks, two binders, and your wallet. Seven things.”
So much for privacy. The things Kaitlyn listed were what Elise had with her for the last two classes of the day, as well as her prefect materials. Had the girls looked any further than that?
“Kaitlyn-”
“Miss Kaitlyn.” The girl cut Elise off. “Be a proper girl, Elise. Are you a proper girl, my little prefect?”
Elise wouldn’t let Kaitlyn get a rise out of her. Just words. Same as on the bridge. If she could play along, this would all be over soon. “Yes . . .” Elise muttered.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Miss Kaitlyn.”
“The whole thing, Elise.” Kaitlyn leaned forward in her chair, staring the blonde prefect down, “If you can’t even get this right, you might as well leave.”
No. Absolutely not. This brat wouldn’t scare her off or send her away. Elise took a heavy inhale, trying to calm herself. “Yes, Miss Kaitlyn. I’m a proper girl.”
“Good girl, Elise.” Kaitlyn sat back. Content for now, apparently. “Now, you have to earn back seven things. So we decided you should do seven tasks for us. Sound fair?”
“What?! No!” Elise protested. “Kaitlyn, that’s too much. Just give me back my bag!”
“Elise!” Kaitlyn exclaimed. She almost sounded offended as she glared back, “You *just* said you were a proper girl.”
“I . . .” Elise hesitated. What was going on?? None of this was fair. “Miss Kaitlyn . . .” she corrected herself, losing her composure for a second. No, she could do this. “Miss Kaitlyn. That’s way too much. Please, just give me back my belongings.”
“I will,” Kaitlyn smiled, “*After* you do your tasks. What will it be, Elise? Do a few little tasks for us, or leave empty handed? Answer like a proper girl, okay?”
Elise was dumbfounded. This cocky redhead should NOT be talking to her like this. It wasn’t appropriate. It wasn’t respectful. But she was awkwardly standing in Kaitlyn’s unfamiliar room. All three girls had their eyes on her, waiting expectantly for an answer. It was a win for them either way. Either Elise would call this off and get in trouble for leaking private information, or she would play along and no doubt embarrass and demean herself in front of the girls she was supposed to have authority over.
“I’ll do seven little tasks for you, Miss Kaitlyn.” Elise begrudgingly replied. At least using Kaitlyn’s ‘little’ word against her. “But nothing like what you told me to do on the bridge.” She added. Elise had already demeaned herself a bit in front of these girls. She could manage a little bit more. Hopefully.
“Fine, I won’t have you flash us,” Kaitlyn rolled her eyes. “Well, Elise? Ready for your first task? Answer properly.”
Elise quietly sighed to herself.
She could do this. Worst case scenario, she could back out if the tasks were awful.
“What will it be, Elise?”
“Fine.” Elise muttered, “I’m ready for my first task, Miss Kaitlyn.”
Kaitlyn stood up, reminding Elise of their height difference all over again. The red haired girl confidently walked right up to the blonde prefect, giving her a teasingly sweet smile. Then she said those familiar words that made Elise inwardly cringe every single time.
“Good girl, Elise.”
**Part Five**
The nerve.
The nerve of *all* of these girls. Kaitlyn, for being so disrespectful. The two brunettes, Anna and Caroline, for watching and giggling and not saying anything in her defense. If Elise weren’t so committed to getting her things back, she would have chewed these girls out the moment she arrived. But Kaitlyn had framed it in such a way that it seemed like she had no choice but to play along.
“Anna?” Kaitlyn turned to the girls on the bed. “Do you want to go first?”
“Sure!” The short brunette girl beamed. Anna hopped up from the bed and waltzed over to the door. There was a spare academy uniform hanging on the back, and Anna was quick to take it and join Kaitlyn and Elise in the middle of the room. “Here you go, Elise!” Anna smiled at the reluctant prefect. It was nearly as devious or arrogant as the expression Kaitlyn wore. The short girl just looked amused at all of this, and certainly didn’t mind calling Elise by name.
“I . . .” Elise took the outfit from the shorter girl’s hands. She didn’t know how to react, but Anna was holding it out expectantly, so it only made sense to take it from the girl. “What is this?” She didn’t know what else to say.
“It’s your first task, Elise.” Kaitlyn said. “This is one of Anna’s uniforms. Your current get-up is a little . . . stuck up? Prudish? Boring? What do you think, Caroline?”
“Hmm . . .” The other brunette sat up on the bed, looking Elise over. She was certainly the more quiet of the three, but Kaitlyn made a point to include her. “Stuck up,” Caroline decided, “She’s a prefect.”
“Exactly, Caroline.” The red haired leader smiled at her friend. “Elise is stuck up.”
“I am *not* stuck up!” Elise exclaimed. She crossed her arms, only just now realizing that she was letting these girls talk about her as if she wasn’t even there.
“Then prove it.” Kaitlyn said. Elise had unknowingly taken the bait. “Your first task is to change into Anna’s uniform. If you’re not a stuck up little prefect, it should be easy.”
Elise glanced down at the outfit in her hands, then glanced towards the short brunette still standing near her. “But-” She started to protest. Anna was at least three or four inches shorter than her. The girl’s outfit would be tight and awkward and uncomfortable on Elise.
“But what, Elise?” Kaitlyn asked. She mirrored Elise, crossing her own arms. “It should be an easy task for a girl who claims she’s not stuck up. Tell you what. We’ll even let you choose where you want to change. In here, or in the bathroom?”
Another difficult decision. Changing in Kaitlyn’s room meant stripping in front of these three girls. The bathroom was safe to change in, but a more public ordeal. She would have to walk past the girls in the common room twice, and pray they didn’t notice the awkwardness of her new uniform on the way back.
“I’m not stuck up,” Elise muttered. As if those words would change the preconceived notion these girls had of her. She went with her gut, answering Kaitlyn, “I’ll change in the bathroom.”
It was the better choice. No way would she strip off her current outfit in front of the three girls that were already having fun at her expense. Maybe the girls outside wouldn’t notice. Better yet, maybe the common room would be empty. Wishful thinking, considering classes were over for the day.
“Then hop to it, Elise.” Kaitlyn dismissively waved her off, “There’s only so much time until dinner, unless you’d rather continue this tonight?”
“Okay, okay! I’m going,” Elise groaned. She was already turning to leave before Kaitlyn spoke, but the patronizing words made her even more frustrated with this whole situation.
She was so close. So close to the door, but then she heard Kaitlyn’s familiar voice behind her. “Say it properly?”
Unbelievable.
“I’m going to change, Miss Kaitlyn.”
Elise rushed out the door. She didn’t want to argue or fight back against the rude girl. She just wanted to get these stupid tasks over with and get her things back. The flustered prefect stormed past the small group of girls in the common room, change of clothes in hand, paying no mind to their quizzical looks. All of them would know she was a prefect from one university activity or another, but she couldn’t worry about that familiarity right now. She was on a mission.
Each common room had a bathroom that connected to an adjoining hallway. Elise was quick to ‘escape’ the previous room, taking a minute to look around. No one at the sinks. All the stalls free. Thank goodness. Before her luck ran out, Elise slid into one of the stalls, not wanting one of the girls from the common room coming in to ask her anything.
Less than two hours until dinner.
After checking the time, Elise slid the phone into her dark gray blazer’s pocket, then shed the outer layer. Grateful for the hook on the back of the door, she carefully hung the blazer up, then got to work. The stall was a bit cramped for her taste, considering she could normally change in the comfort of her own dorm room, or at least in the spaciousness of a locker room. But what choice did she have?
The blonde prefect started with the most difficult part. She pulled off the dark red checkered skirt and balanced herself as she slipped the fabric past her black flats, careful not to let any part of the clothing touch the bathroom floor. Then she replaced it with Anna’s skirt, going through the same thorough process on the way back up. As expected, it was very short on her. Tight, too. Even without a mirror to reference, Elise could see how much of her thighs would be showing if it were spring time. She was beyond grateful that Edgewood allowed girls to wear leggings in the winter to go with their uniform.
Everything else was easier. She rested her own skirt over the stall door and made short work of stripping off the white top and replacing it with the short brunette’s identical one. It was only identical in color and style, of course. Elise’s height made the shirt almost impossible to tuck in, and the sleeves didn’t make it close to her wrists. Not to mention that Elise’s 34Bs made the already tight shirt a little tighter. Annaa had to be a 30, or 32 at best. The top button was uncomfortably snug, so Elise chose to keep it undone. She used the tie to cover up the casual nature of the partially undone top as best she could, then donned the dark gray blazer once more.
Finished with her task, Elise made quick work of hanging her skirt and top on the now empty hanger. She left the stall and paused at the mirror, wanting to know just how bad the smaller clothes looked on her.
‘*Not awful,*’ she thought to herself. The girls in the common room might not notice. The tights, blazer, and tie all did a decent job of covering up the skin that would otherwise be more obvious. But that was the only silver lining to go with how tight and uncomfortable the small clothes felt. The blonde prefect fidgeted with Annaa’s clothes for a few seconds, adjusting what she could, then gave herself one last check in the mirror. Heading back towards the common room, she couldn’t help but dwell on a mildly concerning fact:
This was only the first task.
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[MF] Commenting on her boobs turned into an extramarital affair
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This is a recent and vivid memory from Summer '22, we were two married individuals M35 and F33 who had been feeling unfulfilled in our current relationships. Despite our love for our respective partners and families, we found ourselves seeking something more. One day, we both stumbled upon a Reddit post that piqued our interest, well actually I should say she made a reddit post that piqued my interest. She was showing her boobs and I made some boring comment about being up late but before we knew it, we were exchanging messages.
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The conversations were electric and full of intrigue. We stayed up late each night after our spouses were asleep, we talked about everything from hobbies like gardening, lawns, kids and hiking; to our deepest desires. She liked feeling full and swallowing cum, both I assured her I could deliver on. I like giving and love boobs, necks and hands. It was prime new relationship energy and our adrenaline was throbbing as was my cock with every new message. As time went on, we began sharing videos and photos of ourselves, each one more daring than the last. It was fate that once we got to know each other better and share where we lived that she lived only 1 hour away on the other side of Sydney. We knew we had to meet in person and finally decided to meet up in a secluded forest along a remote fire trail.
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She arrived first, she had setup a picnic rug on the ground and had some snacks and water. Her heart pounding and her hands were shaking with anticipation. I soon emerged from the trees, my tall frame and long fingers immediately catching her eye. We stood there, taking it all in, both eager to finally meet face-to-face and hungry with anticipation of what may come next. She was a sight to behold; 180cm tall, wearing a tight top and a pleated colourful maxi skirt with white sneakers. Not exactly active wear appropriate for a bush walk but she looked fine and my cock agreed.
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We talked and laughed, we both knew that the attraction we had felt through our virual conversations was real. It was a feeling that neither of us had ever experienced before. Before long, we found ourselves wrapped in each other's arms, lost in a passionate embrace, our tongues dancing as we kissed deep and opened our bodies and minds to submit to what was happening. My hands moved down to cup her ass with one hand and pull her top with the other. She had the most wonderful small boobs that were the perfect size to take in my mouth. I pinched and flicked her nipples between my teeth and tongue and she responded with moans and rubbing her mound on my leg. I stopped and lifted her top over her head and reached behind to unclasp her bra. She placed her hand behind my head and pulled me closer so that my head was nuzzling into her neck. I kissed and bit her ears and neck passionately, conscious to not leave a mark that her spouse may see but with vigour and enjoying feeling her body squirm and her rub her mound on my leg more rapidly. When the time was right my hand moved down to navigate the wasteband of her skirt.
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Guys, if you've encountered this kind of skirt before, you know what I mean already and Ladies, you look great so keep wearing them. But basically this skirt had a 2.5inch wide elastic band at the top that was tight. So tight that it wasn't letting me in. I tried to lift the skirt but the pleats unfolded and there was so. much. skirt. We both laughed at the situation we had ourselves in. Me fully clothed, she topless looking divine with this huge skirt on. Unspoken we decided the time for decency had passed and she pulled her skirt down to reveal a glistening wet pussy. She had these labia that were big and juicy and my mouth and cock was watering catching a glimpse of it. She unbuttoned my shirt and belt and while I peeled off my shirt she unfolded my cock from my pants and got on her knees and gave my dripping wet knob a kiss and licked the length of my shaft to clean the precum then took me in her mouth. That feeling of the first touch on my knobhead was electric. I swear my knees nearly folded. My pants dropped to the floor. For the first time we were both naked, alone in the forest.
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Our encounter was intense and electrifying, with an unquenchable appetite for each other that neither of us could deny. We explored each other's bodies with a hunger that left us both feeling breathless and alive. She lay down on the rug while I placed my hand on her mound and rubbed her swollen clit. She moaned from the lightest touch and I knew there were some serious orgasms incoming that I needed to be ready for. I shuffled around so her legs were on my shoulders and kissed her mouth, then neck, breasts and nipples, then her abomen. She reached down and pulled on my cock positioning it at her entry. I pulled back ever so slightly. We were cheating after all and we had not exacly discussed protection. Once again an unspoken decision but I could see in her eyes that she wanted me deep inside her. I thurst and her wet pussy was much too tight but I could imediately see and feel that she was loving it. I kept on thrusting and it was only what felt like thirty seconds before I felt her quivering and her moaning came with every breath and she squeezed on my cock deep inside her. I pulled out after she had recovered from the feeling because I'm not superhuman and didn't want to finish too soon.
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I returned licking and sucking on her clit and she tasted so sweet and salty, I couldn't get enough. In my memory I still taste it. She had tears in her eyes and her chest was heaving. I took two fingers and inserted them inside her massaging her super obvious and rough gspot while my thumb was maintaining constant contact on her clit. She screamed. I picked up the pace and intermittently my fingers pushed on her cervix, her whole body trembled this time while she screamed and as I brought my tongue back into play and went to town on her clit. It was like no other when this orgasm hit. She lifted her pussy up and pushed it against my mouth harder and her body went rigid with her legs locking my face to her pussy. She and I were no longer in control and her orgasm had taken over. It felt like it lasted forever and I was finally able to breathe again. If I die, this is how I want to go.
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As the feeling passed I could see she was weak from the experience so we took a water break and ate some snacks while I kissed and massaged her neck. Her neck was no longer tense like when we first hooked up. Now she was putty in my hands for me to mould and do whatever I liked. She gradually got back on reality and reached down and began to stroke my hard cock. She hadn't been with an uncut man before and was interested in the mechanics of it. She milked the precum out of me and played with it on her fingers and on her lips. Then she got on top of me and opened her mouth to devower my manhood. Unlike her pussy her mouth was volumous and her gag reflex non existent it seemed. Her hands were to the side gripping my bum as she got a rhythm going on me. Her wet mouth felt so good and her spit was covering the length of my shaft. I could feel I was going to explode after only 10 minutes and warned her but there was no stopping this girl from getting the cum that she wanted. She sucked me dry and swallowed it all before going back for more, licking the final drips that she could extract. The final drip resting on her bottom lip as she came up with this big dumb smile on her face like a woman triumphant who had been awarded a gold medal.
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We lay there while I was fondling her breasts and talking about everything and nothing while I was trying to get hard again to get in for round two and finish the fucking that we started and both wanted so badly but she cut the thought off showing me how long the shadows of the trees were now and that it was time to head home. We walked back to the utes together hand in hand both in a state of euphoria, and for me, surprisingly no regret like has happened in the past.
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As the sun began to set, we knew we had to say goodbye, daycare pickup time was rapidly approaching for both of us and that was all the realisation we both needed to bring us back to earth and the realities of marriage and parenthood. We hugged each other tightly, both feeling a mix of sadness and joy.
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In the days that followed, we continued to chat and exchange messages, reliving our encounter in the forest laughing at her spouses comments about how dirty her white sneakers had gotten and she was like eww when I told her I could still smell her pussy on my moustache the whole drive home when I got home that night. We both agreed that protection was absolutely required and that we should not listen to the voice of lust when my uncovered cock is dripping in precum trying to get in her wet pussy. We made plans for more and they became a weekly occurence, fucking and sucking for the next three to four months until we grew apart and the new relationship energy died off. We both knew that we would never be the same and that we had found something special in each other that we had never experienced before.
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Hey Redditor, thanks for reading this far, this is my first attempt at a story from my past. If you could be so kind to provide encouragement or criticism I would really appreciate it. Bushydad.
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[F/s] [M/s] Guilt about feelings
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Hi, I seriously need help here…. Please.
So I’m 19m (ftm) and here and there I’ve had dreams about family in…. That regard. I always wake up feeling weird. I still live with my parents too, and another thing I like is burps and feederism. Well my parents openly burp and they’re just like that. They also like to give me more food than I need (offering more) sometimes and it just makes me feel things. I feel gross about it because I’d never do anything with them and I love them a lot. The dreams I was talking about was mostly regarding my parents and it makes me feel gross. Specifically my dad doing graphic stuff and my mom coming home and finding out or us trying to hide it.
Also my mom likes to talk about how me saying something to my dad (like she will say as if I’m saying ‘thank you daddy’) like, saying it for me? And when she refers to him as daddy it just makes me feel…
Yeah…
Good…. But it’s just bleh to me too.
And I’ve had a crush on one of my older cousins (23) and it makes me feel guilty.
I’m in a relationship currently (they’re 18) and we both share our fantasies, they enjoy incest too. I only like fantasy stuff (not involving my own family) and the same goes for my partner.
I don’t know how to get over this guilt, why am I having dreams about my parents so much? It feels really disgusting to the point where thinking about it makes me want to cry and usually does make me cry from guilt. I’m just desperate for advice or someone to help because it makes me feel bad.
But I can’t get rid of those feelings.
I do like to read stuff though(fanfics) and roleplay with my partner. But how do you guys get over guilt?
Especially because I’m taken and of course my parents are too. I love my partner so much and I explained my feelings to them about this topic and what’s going on.
I’m just in need of advice because I feel bad. Thank you.
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A Girl's Night Out
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I smile at the bartender as I pass her my credit card to start my tab. It was one of those days today, and I just needed to get out of the house and be some place where I wouldn't know anyone. I close my eyes as I take a pull from my beer, the cold rye taste filling my mouth as I savor the cold hoppy flavor. Relishing in the release and riding the wave to finally relax after the day's events. I set the pint down, looking around to take inventory of the bar.
Dim lighting, a nice crisp contemporary feel to it. There is a stage for bands on the weekends, and a large enough dance area that is away from all of the seating. A pleasant contrast for those who want to live it up and those enjoying the music and atmosphere. It is starting to fill up as I finish my review of the bar. I can hear you and your friends coming in, loud and excited for a night out. I absently look up at the muted TV's, watching nothing as I take another long drink.
Your perfume hits me first, followed by the breeze of your body eagerly rushing up to the open bar space next to me. The smell of hops quickly turns to overpowering femininity. I can't even stop myself as I breathe your perfume in, feeling the fragrance flood my nose and take over every thought. I am smiling at you before I realize what is happening. You catch my gaze, smiling back as your friends are caught up in the conversation. Trying to hide your wedding ring as you savor the look of lust in my eyes, remembering that look, and knowing I am nothing but trouble tonight. Your tight little black dress and heels only fueling my lust.
Your drinks arrive and you join your friends off for your ladies night out. The place fills up between round 1 and 2. You return to the bar to get the 3rd round. Finding yourself standing next to me again, making small talk while you wait for the bartender to fill the order. Our bodies closer together as the bar is more crowded, my eyes on your body, as we press against each other.
By the 4th round I am helping your close friend carry drinks back to the table, and being introduced. Telling your friends that I wanted to dance with you. I managed to find out how long it has been since your whole group went out like this, dressed to kill with no one to hold you back, and convinced her that you looked like you need a dance. Before you can finish saying "no" we are ushered out onto the floor, already crowded by college kids and some a little older.
I give you a sheepish grin, my hand downing yours as we melt into the crowd. My eyes drifting down your body, taking in the sight of your little black dress. Letting you watch me look at you before we start dancing along to the music as more recent upbeat pop songs, our bodies getting closer each song, and trying to make more small talk between songs. I shake my head with a smile, as we realize there is no way to hear each other and we should just enjoy the dance. The alcohol flowing in our system making it easy to let loose and be a little goofy, showing off some of our choice dance moves during the songs we know.
The music changes to Dubstep, the base thumping louder than the other songs, and I smile at your confused look. I spin you around, your back to my chest as I pull you in close before you can react. My hands on your hips, as we grind in beat with the music. I keep my back to your friends, knowing we are partially hidden. My warm breath against your neck, as my fingers squeeze your hips. The scent of my cologne washing over you, the feel of my strong hands on you, and the feel of my body against yours becoming your only thoughts. You close your eyes to enjoy the feeling of my body against yours. Feeling my lust starting to grow against your tight dress, my hand sliding up your tummy, gliding over your firm breast, and gently squeezing your neck as I lean your head back over my shoulder.
"I know you need this," I whisper in your ear as the song reaches a quieter moment. The fingers on your neck squeezing in a tease before I slide back down to your hips. Feeling my fingers press into you more urgently, my hot breath on your neck, my lust washing over you. You almost shudder at the thought of my words and my strong fingers. Knowing it is one of your naughty little fantasies you keep hidden in the closet, your favorite toy being a random guy that needs to have his way with you. The thought of your favorite fantasy taking you back to yesterday afternoon as you feel yourself getting wet at the memory and the feel of me against you.
"You want this don't you," I groan in your ear, bringing you back to reality. Barely loud enough over the music. Not sure of what I said until my fingers start to move down past your hips. Your hand urgently on my wrist, trying to keep me from going where I shouldn't. Blushing in shame as my fingertips find out that tonight is one of the few nights you have gone out without any panties under your little black dress. You look at me embarrassed, my fingers on your little clit as I grind them back and forth. You try to tell me why we can't do this as I kiss you, my fingers pushing between your wet swollen lips and sinking into you. Your fingernails digging into my arm as I fill you right on the dance floor.
My free hand sliding around your tummy, your fingers locked together with mine. My other hand slowly pumping your dripping little pussy, in beat with the music as I grind against you. My teeth gently biting your neck as you catch people looking at you, realizing my fingers are sliding in and out in unison with my hard member against your ass. My thumb on your clit as you start to feel your cares wash away, the song getting louder as you grind against my fingers, your nails digging in deep as you are about to...
...I pull back, your body suddenly floating out in space, empty and a little cold. On the verge of not caring about anything as you look back at me. Your hand in mine, as I pull you from the dance floor. Not even noticing the looks people are giving you when they see how flushed you are. You start to regain your senses when we are out back behind the bar.
A tangled alleyway between other businesses and second story apartments. I press you up against the brick wall of the bar before you realize what is about to happen. You try to tell me you are married that you really can't do this, but your explanation gets cut off somewhere between your virtue and my strong hand under your dress again. My fingers between your legs, grinding against your clit as you look at me pleadingly; letting a small moan escape your lips. I step up closer to you, the heat and strength of my body against yours as you feel two fingers sliding back into you.
My free hand tangled in your hair, pulling it back as I make you look up at me. Trapped between my arms and the wall as my fingers grind faster inside of you. "What kind of man lets his wife out in a little black dress and no panties?" You gasp a response, the orgasm from before approaching.
"He doesn't know does he?" I ask, pulling your hair back more as you start to slip away into your approaching orgasm. Making you look up at me as I pinch your clit between my soaked fingers. Your shame and embarrassment covering your face when I ask you. My cologne filling your nose again as I lean into you, my deep voice in your ear, and my fingers pressing deeper inside your dripping pussy. Fingering you in and out, your wetness practically echoing off the walls of the ally as you start to lose control. "He doesn't know what a little slut you really are." I tell you. My fingers pushing deep into you, as you realize it wasn't a question, it was a statement. Your orgasm washing over you as your pussy clamps down on a stranger's fingers, realizing it was the truth tonight.
Your legs shaky as you come down from your orgasm. Catching your breath before you realize I am telling you to show me what a little slut you really are. Finding yourself on your knees in front of a thick hard cock, realizing it is the first you have seen since you were married as it slowly pushes into your mouth. The alcohol and orgasm making it hard to focus on what it right, as my hard cock fills your mouth. I groan out, as your hand comes up to touch my throbbing shaft, hearing my lust filled approval as I take a hold of your hair.
Sliding out so you can suck on just the tip, your little fingers squeezing the base. You feel my fingers tighten in your hair, pulling your head back to look up at me. "Show me how much my little slut can take" I tell you, looking down at you as I push my cock into your mouth. Farther and farther, well past the point you have taken your husband's. Your eyes bulging at how brazen I am, feeling another man's cock pulse and throb on your tongue and in your throat. Gaging a bit, your hands on my bare legs, urgent for a breath as I pull out. Savoring your gasp as you look down at how wet you made my hard cock.
"Such a good little slut" I smile down at you with approval. You know you aren't, this is just a drunken mistake. A mistake that will be done as soon as I cum for you. Not so bad, just fingering and a mouthful of cum for a brush against your darkest fantasy. Your thoughts interrupted as I slide back in, filling your hungry mouth. Your tongue and lips working against my cock, trying to make me cum. Feeling me fill you again, gaging as you need to breathe. It is so deep, pulsing. You need to breathe. Looking up at me questioningly, your hands against my legs, tapping like before.
You just see me smirk. Telling you how good of a slut you are. You realize it isn't a quick blow job for me. Gasping as you keep looking at me, catching your breath. My fingers in your hair pulling your head back. Understanding that I want more, feeling the strength in my arms and my cock as I start to slide deep in and out of your mouth, knowing I won't stop until I turn you into a slut. Disbelief as I pull you to your feet, pressing you against the wall.
"My friends..." you try to tell me. I chuckle, my body pressing against yours, pinning you against the wall.
"Oh, I think your friends know what you are up to, especially in this little black dress" I tell you, my fingers toying with the hem of the dress. I turn you around, bending you over up against the wall, your forearms crossed as you rest your head against it. Trying to look back at me. Watching me grab the base of my hard cock, grinding it up and down against your swollen dripping lips. Closing your eyes at the feeling, savoring it, knowing it has been longer than you thought since you felt it.
"Do you have a condom, we are tri...." You groan out, feeling the head of my cock teasing your lips, playing at your entrance before pushing into you. Not slow, but urgently and fast. Stretching you around my cock as I fill you completely, throbbing deep inside of you. I pull out slowly, enjoying the sight of my hard soaked cock before I push back in.
Struggling to hold onto reason, as you feel my strong fingers lifting your leg up, pushing even deeper inside of you. Taking your married pussy faster as I pull your hair back, making you groan out as I pin you up against the wall. "This is what you needed tonight isn't it?" Our bodies slapping together faster, my fingers squeezing your leg as I pull you back onto my hard cock.
"You needed to get fucked like a little slut didn't you" I moan out, pulling your hair back harder as you admit to me what you really need. Feeling me slide in and out again and again. Letting your leg down, making you spread it wide as I take you from behind. My hand spanking your bare ass as your dress is pushed up over your hips, your full tits almost falling out with each deep thrust. Knowing what I told you was true, as you grind back against my thrusts as your orgasm builds
Letting go of your hair, my fingers on your neck again. Squeezing around your throat, not too hard, but firmly. Pushing as deep into you as I can and stopping. Catching your breath as you feel full with me all the way in you. "Fuck..." I gasp, catching my breath. You look at me out of the corner of your eye, knowing I am not in control any more as I slide out slowly, that I am driven by pure lust. Feeling me push into you hard and deep. My fingers on your clit, rubbing and pinching it. Pulling it as I fill you with my thick cock. Your moans and pants matching mine.
Your need to release. Need to cum all over a strangers cock and show him what a slut you are as he pounds you from behind. So close...
"I am going to breed you."
"Please," you respond. On the verge of losing control when you realize what you just begged me to do to your fertile married pussy. The sound of our fucking echoing off the walls of the ally. Time standing still for a moment. My body tensing up against yours, struggling to breathe as you know I am right where you are. I should pull out, but you know you need to feel me inside you.
Everything comes crashing down as I try to hold you up, your orgasm taking over every nerve in your body. My cock throbbing deep inside of you as I fill you completely. Wave after wave of thick hot cum pumping deep inside your tight little pussy as you hold me in deep. Pushing against you, or orgasms subsiding as I catch my breath. My hot wet seed deep inside of you, before I pull out slowly.
Your face flushed as you look back at me. Still trying to comprehend how far things went, your pussy throbbing and feeling empty without me. Feeling my hot cum leaking down your legs slowly. Your dress still bunched up around your hips, your new heels making you look like a freshly fucked slut.
"I would get the morning after pill first thing in the morning babe." I tell you as I zip up, making sure I am cleaned off as I watch you trying to come down from your orgasm. Walking back over to you as you watch me. "Although," I start as I lean against the wall. My fingers scooping up my cum from your leg and pushing them back into your sore little pussy. "If you come by for a drink next week, I will know you just need to be turned into my pregnant little cum slut"
Watching me walk away, knowing that you can't do what I want. Only to find yourself struggling to admit to yourself that you don't want that too...
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(25F) We almost got caught having sex in a museum restroom
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Since a lot of you guys liked my last story, I will tell you another interesting story.
It was a sunny and warm midsummer day. Me and my boyfriend were planning something to do. We found an interesting museum to visit in our hometown. Since it was a hot day I put on a short dress and no underwear because underwear is uncomfortable in the heat.
When we got to the museum we only saw a few visitors. The museum was fun and innovative. We were having fun and my BF kept giving me some ass slaps and was being a bit kinky.
At one point my boyfriend whispered to my ear: " There's not much people here, I would fuck you right now." That gave me butterflies to my stomach and my pussy was getting wet. I told him: " I'd like to feel your dick inside me."
After that we started to look for a place for a quicke. My boyfriend told me that we can go and use the restrooms on the second floor, there's no one on that floor anyway at the moment. Our plan was that my BF would go to the men's restroom and check if anyone was there. He went in and texted me that it's all good and I went after him.
It was a big restroom with many stalls. We went in and locked the door. I was already so horny and wet. I quickly pulled down my boyfriends pants to unleash a rock hard cock. I started sucking it and he started moaning. I could see he was enjoying it. After a few minutes I turn around and lean on the toilet. He rolled up my skirt and starts to eat my pussy behind. I can feel his warm wet tongue licking my clit. It feels so good and I'm trying to hold back my moaning.
He stands up and rubs his dick on my pussy and slips it in. I let out a loud moan.
A few seconds later we hear someone coming in. We instantly stop. A guy walks in, goes for a pee. I tried to be absolutely quiet. My bf was quiet but he was still rubbing his dick really slowly in and out of me. It felt so good that I was shaking. It was really hard to stay quiet.
After the guy left, my bf started ramming me real good. I can feel every inch of his dick inside me. He is going faster and faster. I can't hold it back and I can feel I'm gonna cum. As he pushes faster and harder he said he's gonna cum. I told him to let it all inside me.
A few seconds later I can feel his warm cum filling my juicy pussy. He takes his dick out, a lot of cum dripping on the floor from my filled pussy. I told him to go out and look on the door to make clear no one's looking at the restrooms. I clean myself up and come out of the restroom.
That was one of the most intense sex we've had in public
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[B/s] We saw each other naked for the first time.
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Disclaimers: This is the first time I post on this sub and English is not my native language. So I will need more words to describe some things.
This story is about me and my wife's sister. The family of my wife is very close and they see each other every week. I see myself as a member of the family. Since the beginning of my relationship with my wife I see her sister and her husband as good friends and family. But lately some things changed and I don't know what to do. I will name her sister Laura for better reading.
A few weeks back in december my wife and I went to her Laura's house. She was alone with her young kid and wanted some company. She was a few months pregnant and just felt alone. When my wife and I arrived, my wife asked to Laura if she already walked her two dogs. She said no and my wife said that she will do that. So I was alone with Laura. Personally I always find Laura very hot and I always had a thing for her. The thing that she is my wife's sisters also helps a lot.
We were just chatting about how she feels and her loneliness. She started crying when she said that her husband is always working and never helps her with anything in house. When I put my arm around her she came closer and cried with her head on my shoulder. Except the fact that she was crying, I like to cuddle with her for a few minutes. When she was done I gave her a little kiss on the forehead and said that everything will be alright. She smiled and thanked me.
After that I asked about her pregnancy and her little belly. She instantly pulled her white shirt up, so far that I saw the bottom of her white bra, and she asked if I want to feel. Of course I want to touch her body so I did. My hand was very cold so she was shocked and breaths out heavenly. After some seconds of touching her belly with my cold hands I saw that her nipples became very hard. I couldn't resist to look at them and was afraid she will notice me staring. The other thing was that I wore loose jeans and I can't get a boner without her noticing it. So I stopped touching her and got my hand back.
After that she said that pulled her shirt back down and said that she and her husband have some other problems as well. To be short she said that he gave her the feeling that she's not attractive anymore because of her pregnancy and she cried again. I put my arms around her and she cried on my shoulders again. I said to her that she is "a beautiful and lovely women" and "that a pregnancy will not change that". She responded with a kiss on my cheek and said thank you again.
My wife messaged me that she will do a big walk with the dogs because the sun was shining and otherwise Laura must go outside later that day again. When I said that to Laura I saw that she was doubting about something. I said "say it" and then she asked me if I can help her with her little girl. She wants to shower first alone and when she message me I must bring her little kid to the bathroom to shower with her. I said to her that it was okay and that I could use a shower too. She said okay and let me alone with her little girl.
After a few minutes the girl cries and I couldn't stop her. Laura must have heard that and she yells that I can come. I walked with the crying little girl up the stairs to the bathroom. The door was open and I saw Laura in a big white towel waiting for me and her little girl. I gave her to Laura and she stopped crying after a few seconds..
Laura was undressing her kid and said that I must see her new baby room that she painted for the coming child. I walked upstairs and then back to her. But when I came back I saw Laura stripping naked from her towel and saw her naked from behind and she was bending forward to pick up her kid. I stepped back and said that the room is beautiful. We talked to each other and I was out of sight for her because I stepped back to the stairs. After a few minutes of talking she said that it's okay for me to come in. I heard the shower was off and I walked in to sit on the bath. And there she was.. fully naked. She was magnificent and her boobs are perfect, her pussy fully shaved and her ass really well formed. It was like I was dreaming but I instantly regretted my choice to wear loose jeans. I was rock hard.
I think that she saw that I was trying to hide my boner in my pants. She was drying herself up and then said that I can use the shower. When she was almost done I stood up, trying to hide my boner with a lot of pain and started very slowly to undress. First my socks, then my shirt but she was talking to me about her husband and that he never helps to shower the kid. I am convinced that she was wasting time with her talking and make up and wants to see me naked too.
My wife told Laura a few years back that I have a long dick when she was drunk. I stood in my underwear (still rock hard) and Laura was looking at me. Then she said "that I can trust her and that we've known each other for ten years. So what's the deal of seeing each other naked?!"
I did not instantly agree but she already saw that I had a boner. So I already lost so I put my underwear down and stood naked in front of her. And where I was trying to hide staring at her hard nipples and her naked body, she was fully staring with both eyes to my erect penis. She was so busy staring that I could see her boobs between her loosened bathrobe.
"My sister must be really happy with that dick. And I don't believe her when she says that you fully fit inside her". I was seriously lost for words. I got under the shower and saw her looking when I washed myself.A few minutes later she said that she will see me downstairs when I am done showering.
She left, I locked the door and masturbated with the view of Laura's exceptional body in mind. When I went downstairs after the shower I saw my wife talking to Laura.
That evening I was making coffee for myself when I saw Laura entered the kitchen. "That is our secret" she said and left.
And now.. I don't know what to do except of thinking of her wonderful body.
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Fiancé plays with Bull while I'm at work. [MF]
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The first time my fiancé had sex with our bull when I wasn't there, was pretty amazing. My mom had been visiting for 2 weeks, so we were behaving ourselves, while she was there. My mom was using my car, so she had to pick me up at work before being able to go home, and since my fiancé got off work an hour before me, she was always home alone for a while.
I texted her in the morning and suggested, that she play with him while I kept my mom occupied a little after she picked me up from work. It didn't take too much convincing unsurprisingly, but I made it very clear, that if she was going to play, I still wanted to be included some way. She agreed that she would get him to take pictures, and send me text messages while they were having fun. It's still 2 hours away before she goes home, and I already have butterflies in my stomach. I spent the afternoon doing stupid busy work, just to keep my mind occupied. It worked, fortunately enough, and the time came.
My phone goes off, and it's a text from her, simply saying "Ready?". I'm instantly hard, and I feel that pang of jealousy that every cuckold knows. I reply with a simple yes, and not a minute later I get a text from him. It's a picture, I click to open it, and there is my GF, naked, laying on her back, arms covering her chest, and still wearing her ankle socks. 2 minutes later, another text from him, "Her mouth feels amazing". Followed by a picture, kind of dark, with him kneeling beside her head, hand on the back of her head, and his hard dick in her mouth.
I'm rendered useless at work now, just sitting at my desk, uncomfortably hard, staring at my phone waiting for it to go off. Next text comes through, it's a picture of her pussy, spread open by her, with his hand on her thigh. A quick text comes in, "she's soaking wet and ready for me to Fuck her". Followed by the next picture, he's between her legs, and she's got his dick in her hand, her engagement ring in plain sight. The next text comes in, "Tell me to Fuck your girl". I can barely think, I text back "Do it", and I'm immediately faced by another picture, his bare dick, half inside her, followed immediately by another picture, of him completely inside her. I cum.... I fucking cum, without touching myself, in my boxers while sitting at my desk... I'm besides myself, I'm trying to find out how to make it to the washroom, when another picture comes in, it's a full body shot, and he's still inside her. I can't believe how this is making me feel. Another 5 minutes go by, im still frozen at my desk, when my phone goes off, and it's a picture of him kneeling by her head again, dick on her shoulder, and her chest absolutely covered in cum.
I was getting hard again, and it made the mess in my boxers very noticeable, so I just got up and hurried into the washroom. Luckily I didn't run into anyone, and cleaned myself up. While in the washroom I get a text from her thanking me, and saying she needed a good fucking, and that she hopes I will let them do that again while I am at work, as she loved knowing I had to behave while she was being slutty.
Hope you guys enjoyed this one, and yes, she took advantage of playing alone a few more times.
Feedback is always welcome. Send a chat to see the pics I got
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