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37[M] and 24[F] Mandy's RAOMD adventure with a small, teardrop shaped metal twist
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x-post from r/RandomActsOfMuffDive
Reddit has been good to me over the years and RAOMD is always a good time. Great group here and I've been lucky enough to have successes over the years across my countless throwaways.
In January I was in one of my moods and I just wanted a pretty, tasty pussy to go to work on. As I always say in my posts, I am very talented at this because I thoroughly enjoy it and get off on it. Some girls have an oral fixation, I have a clit fixation... specifically sucking one.
After the typical post and junk messages I hit it off with Mandy. She was in a city I was going to be visiting for work so we got to talking about likes/kinks/expectations. She confessed she was an anal slut but it had been some time and she needed to be trained again, especially for a thicker, longer one. We knew our time would be short so no need to try for something like that if you're going to half ass it (no pun intended). I told her if we did have this session, I'd surprise her with something she'd like.
Fast forward a bit... I'm in my hotel, showered and Mandy is supposed to swing by in 2 hours. I get the dreaded text saying she got called into a Zoom meeting that clashes with our meet up time. Shit happens, I tell her she can swing by tonight or she can come now. She just needs to bring her laptop and she can take her meeting here after our session and I'll take her out after the call. She agrees.
20 minutes later I get a message saying she's in the lobby, I go down to greet her. We didn't want the first in-person interaction to be her knocking on my hotel door. We both quickly see that we are both as described/pictured/video'd, good in person vibe so we head up to the room after 15 minutes.
Mandy is 24 5'2, brown-ish/blonde, A/B cup chest, thick thigh with curvy ass. Today it was all hidden under some sweats and a professional enough looking shirt for the call later today-- no bra as per usual preference. I'm much older (37), dad bod, good looking enough I guess, above average elsewhere and full lips... the most needed tool for this meetup.
As we had discussed she was comfortable with me taking the lead behind closed doors and I built up enough of a rapport to know what she would respond to. I lead her to the edge of the bed and make her sit on her hands as I make my way to the drawer to get her surprise out. It's a small, metal teardrop plug... perfect for an ass that's been out of practice for a few years.
You saw the excitement in her face immediately and before she could say anything I told her "don't worry, this is the extent of the anal play... something to make your time here more special." She nods in agreement.
She moves up further onto the bed as I slowly take her top off and pull on her sweats. I told her I was going to first taste her then lubricate the plug in her juices before plugging her. I give her that slow, long lick from her taint to her clit... parting her lips with my tongue in the process. As she is letting out a moan I trap her clit between my full lips and slowly suck on them as I would later do to her nipples.
Couple of minutes of this plus a few other moves she is soaking wet so I grab the small plug and tease her pussy with it... slowly entering inside of her before pulling it out and in no time it's coated with her juices ready for her ass. When I say her ass was ready for this.. I mean it was ready! I started to work the plug in and by the third thrust it was already halfway in. When she was finally plugged, I stepped back just to admire the view. Her beautiful pussy was a soaking mess and the little jewel peeking out between her cheeks... my tip was already leaking precum.
I was now standing to the side of her and as she was enjoying that full feeling I started to suck on her nipples while I slowly played with her clit. She instinctively reached over and pulled my head into her chest and whispered "suck them harder, bite them, make them yours"... so I did... She must have seen my cock flinch because when she let go of my head she reached over to play with the wet tip and make little wet swirls with the precum.
I went back to the main attraction... her beautiful, tasty pussy. I pulled her up all the way to the headboard and laid flat on my stomach as I buried my face between her thick thighs. Mostly sucking and massaging her clit directly and indirectly so as not to make her too sensitive. Few minutes later she trapped my head between her thighs, I dug my fingers into her hips and picked up the pace of the licking and sucking... I felt intense pressure around my ears as her body just started to shake. I let her climax rollover her as I stopped and just felt the pure heat radiating from her. I slowly started to play with the plug now, pulling it out a little and inserting it back in... she was ready for another climax so I went back to work but never stopped with the plug. In less than a minute the same thing happened but this time a more intense orgasm and when she caught her breath she just mouthed "pineapple"... her safe word. She hit her limit.
As I moved down to remove her plug, she asked if she could stay plugged... I couldn't have been happier. As she was laying there, spent and plugged, she looked over and said "face please". She knows I cum A LOT and we had discussed me cumming on her but she would pick the spot depending on her mood. I got on top of her staring at beautiful brown eyes and I began to stroke my thick shaft... she didn't break eye contact as I felt myself tense up and I told her to close her eyes. As soon as she did, ropes of cum flew across her forehead, nose, cheeks and chin. She has seen videos of me cumming before but I don't think she was ready for all of that. I finally finished, a few drops ending up on her chest where I was standing. She wiped some off her chin to taste while her eyes were still closed and gave me an approving "yum". I reached over to the side table to grab some towels and told her I'd wipe her off but she asked me to only clean around her eyes, she wanted me to feed her the rest with my tip. I didn't object.
After a few minutes of moving the cum across her face with my tip towards her mouth and her cleaning me each time I went and got a warm, wet towel so she can wipe face off because I'm a gentleman... obviously.
We hung out for a bit as she laid on my lap, her face inches away from my tip and balls as I rubbed her head. After a quick nap it was time for her call and she chose to stay plugged for the call, which I found hot.
We had some muff dive fun before dinner and after but that's for another time... maybe.
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Massage becomes all night fuck fest (MF)
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Met this guy on tinder chatted a few times. We weren’t super interested in each other. Well one night I was out at the bar with some friends. I was dancing to the band just having a blast. He spots me and waves. He comes over and says “you’re ____ right?” “Yes I am. Hey Brad.” “Are you having a good night?”
“yes I am this is the first time seeing this band and I really like them”
He bought me a drink we danced a little bit and ended our night separately. A few days later he texts me. Asked me how my day was and I said “pretty good but I’m a little sore. work was crazy.” “Come over. I’ll give you a massage you’ll feel so much better.” All I had to do was bring my oil of choice.
So I show up. He lives next to one of my favorite bars downtown.
Brad Invites me in we go to his room and he says get up undressed and lay on your stomach. I stayed in my panties because I was more comfortable in them. He took a shirt off but left his joggers on to make me feel more comfortable.
I hand him the coconut oil and starts at my shoulders. Rubs my arms. He reaches my back I groan. This man should be a massage therapist. His hands were amazing. He starts massaging my legs. Doesn’t go to the feet thankfully! He asks me to roll onto my back. I obey. He rubs my stomach and breasts (back than they were around a large C. He really took his time. He goes back to my thighs slides his fingers closer to my vulva. I’m dripping wet.
I don’t remember exactly what he said because I couldn’t hear him well. All I know is I agreed to it and all of a sudden… He was licking my pussy. I pull my legs up and Brad buries his face in my pussy.
I’m moaning in approval. While licking my clit he slides two fingers into my soaked pussy. I’m about to cum but I don’t want to yet. I react by raising my hips. I motion to him to come up to me. While I slip my panties off He takes his pants off rock hard around 5-6 inches. His lips meet mine. I love to taste myself. While he’s on top of me kissing. Her slides his cock into throbbing pussy. He was gentle at first. He had a goal I was just a warm body. Brad and cum together. We both lay there smoke a cigarette. He starts kissing me again. I said “wow you’re already ready for round two?” He responded with oh yeah I can go all night. Well we did. Each time it got a little bit rougher.
Second time climbed on top his hands on my perfect tits. I took him so deep. I rode that cock so hard. When he was close. I tightened my pussy and thrust forward. He loved that! I slid back and thrust forward again he came with such force I could feel him feel the condom. He left finger tip bruises on my thighs he held them so hard.
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Let me know if you want to know about the other 3 rounds.
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The girl from Reddit part 2 [MF]
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This is the second part of my story about meeting a girl from Reddit. You can read part one [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/10tlg9z/the_girl_from_reddit_mf/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=android_app&utm_name=androidcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_button)
The next morning I wake up with the feeling of the lips of Reddit girls around my cock. By the time I know what is going on, I can already feel her drool dripping along the shaft of my dick. When I tilt my head to look at my Reddit girl, I see her looking back at me and a little smile starts to appear. After looking at me she focuses on my cock again and keeps on sucking. I feel her mouth widening and she pushes her head even further over my cock. I feel my dick deep inside her throat, I can hear her choke on my cock.
She stops to let my dick out of her throat and returns to sucking on it. Her hands are playing with my balls. My Reddit girl can hear my breathing getting louder, this makes her pick up the pace. Her tongue is moving together with her lips over my cock. I can feel her second hand moving to my chest. Then she pushes her nails into my chest, and scratches them over my chest. This was too much for me to handle and I tell her I’m gonna cum. She lets my cock out of her mouth and starts jerking me, while she opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue to catch my cum. My first string of cum lands on her tongue, the second shot of cum gets on her chin.
Her tongue now moves around her lips in an approval way. Her finger cleans off my cum from her chin and she then licks her finger clean. While she lets her tongue clean her finger clean, she looks me deep into my eyes. Only for her to drop over my flaccid cock and clean all the cum. When her tongue has cleaned the last drop of cum, she gets up and says “all those months sexting, I told you I was gonna be your cumslut”. I only reply with “good girl”, then she gets out of bed and walks to the bathroom to take a shower.
I follow my Reddit girl to the bathroom, and she is brushing her teeth while waiting for the shower to get to temperature. Her ass is on full display and the mirror gives me a great view on her tits. I get behind her and drop on my knees, and my hands grab her tight ass. I spread her cheeks and push my tongue in between them. I let my tongue go around her asshole before moving to her pussy. My Reddit girl has stopped brushing her teeth. She lets her body rest on the sink, as she’s starting to relax and let me lick her.
I turn her around and place her on the sink. Her opened legs give me the best view of her pussy, she lays her legs over my shoulder and with her heels she pushes my back closer to her. I let my tongue move around her labia and give them a little suck. Her pussy is visibly getting wetter every second, I can see and feel her pussy opening up for me. Her sighing has turned into moaning, I can feel her whole body moving with her moans.
Finally I push my tongue between her lips and let it get soaked in her juices. I move my tongue through her pussy, until I reach her clit. Her shriek tells me I hit the spot. I start to give short little licks over her clit. I move one hand to her tits, and start grabbing them tightly. I let her nipples twirl between my fingers. My tongue is starting to make longer and more powerful motions on her clit.
Two of my fingers are moving closer to her pussy. After I’ve introduced them to her wetness, I push them hard inside her. I can feel her body trying to herself a bit further over my fingers. This makes me look up, and ask “is this what you like my little cumslut?”, my Reddit girl replies with “yes master, make me cum”. I twist her nipple and a deep loud moan escapes between her lips. She lets her body drop a bit further putting on even more of her weight on my fingers and my tongue. My fingers are moving viciously in her pussy, and my tongue presses hard against her clit.
With the hand that was twisting her nipple I grab her throat and start to choke her a little. This sends her over the edge, I can feel her body trembling. She’s moaning uncontrollably and starts saying “make me cum master, make me cum”. I oblige by pushing my tongue even harder against her clit and moving faster. Just to be sure I take one of my fingers and push it against her asshole, with her juices it slides right in. This makes her pussy tighten around my fingers and she now leans backwards on the sink.
“That was so good, thank you master”. I don’t say anything. I just look her in the eyes, and then dive into her pussy again. I take my fingers which are still covered in her wetness and push them in her asshole. I can hear her say “no master, I already came”. I don't listen and keep licking her, and fingering her asshole. Even though she said she just came, it took not even a minute before she came again. Reddit girl is sighing and panting, I look up and her face has turned red. Shivering she says “thank you”, and tries to leave the sink. But I get up and hold her throat, then give her a kiss. “You were such a good little cumslut for me, you deserve a nice shower”. She gets up and pulls my hand to the shower.
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The Interview [MF] [F28, M46] [Very Slow, Soft]
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I arrived in a taxi, already fashionably late thanks to traffic and my inability to find a tie in my close that was reasonably in style. I have always tried to avoid corporate parties, but our key clients were going to be there and our mission was to show them a good time.
The Adonis Hotel was probably the most posh hotel I had ever been in. Immaculately appointed with almost gaudy decorations. The entrance was a heavy double door, gilded and wrought with intimate designs. The warm light poured through the door as the doorman opened it with a practiced flourish.
Passing through the foyer, I noticed several of my colleagues mingling with each other, and waved me over.
"Kyle, you're late!" as he slapped me on the shoulder. A big smile spread across Mike's face. The smell of alcohol already surrounding him, for a moment I wonder if he could spontaneously combust.
I offered the "traffic" explanation, and he and the others started making their way into the ballroom, where the party had already been properly going.
It was an all out event. Each table had buckets of champagne, beers, wine, and various other alcoholic drinks. Immaculately dressed wait staff flitted effortlessly through the crowd, almost invisible until they were right upon you: "drink, sir?" I took a red wine.
"Some smoke here tonight man, did you see her?" Mike made a furtive gesture toward a younger blonde, wearing the typical little black dress -- that same dress that drove better men insane. "Yeah, you go ahead -- I'm just going to relax and unwind for a bit." I said with a shrug. Mike wandered off in that direction, but lost his nerve and he ended up at the bar instead.
I sat in the furthest chair I could find, and started working on the wine. The week had actually been pretty shitty. Corporate life is soul draining, and the small talk is enough to drive you insane -- particularly about the latest sporting event. I don't even like sports.
As I was mulling over the sips of wine, I sensed someone was staring at me. I ignored it for a moment, but I kept feeling like they were trying to get me to look up. That was the first time I saw her, resplendent in a matte black pencil dress, with diamond earrings a beautiful emerald necklace which drew attention to her plunging neckline. There were at least 30 people in the space between us, but in that moment nothing mattered. She smiled at me, and raised her glass. For a moment, I thought about looking behind me to see if she was aiming those stunning brown eyes at someone else... but I raised my glass instead, and smiled back, ferociously blushing at the same time.
I couldn't hold her gaze, but I got up any way and made my toward her.
"Kyle! Glad you could make it!" A heavy hand landed on my back. I had felt that enough times to know immediately it was my boss. I turned from the object of my attention to address him, "Hey Tom, yeah, glad to be here." I replied, dryly. "Boy you need a drink! GARCON!" I cringed at the usage, but didn't say anything. Promptly a different waiter (I think) showed up bearing more drinks. "Kyle, try this. This vodka was made in my hometown." While I was politely attempting to refuse, I turned to seek out the woman I had seen earlier. She wasn't anywhere to be seen.... "Fuck", I said to myself.
How old was she? mid 20s? American? Persian? It was hard to tell. Her skin was light, almost olive colored, her brunette hair was simple and long, falling past her perfectly accentuated breasts. I could easily picture her in my mind, smiling and raising her glass. I took the shot from the try where the waiter appeared to be slightly impatiently waiting, and downed it in a single gulp.
"That's great Tom, thanks! I'll catch up later." and I walked away before he could say anything. I proceeded in the direction where I saw her, and just like a ghost, she had disappeared into thin air. This had happened to me several times before, so I chalked it up to another lost opportunity.
My emotions were swirling with the alcohol as the night wore on. I had to get some fresh air, so I stumbled out of the hotel into the crisp night air. A taxi rolled up, so calling it a night, I got in and went home.
Weeks went by and I had started to forget the details of that night. I remembered her smile, the twinkle in her eyes... it hurt to think about the possibilities... the "what ifs" and the usual mental self-flagellation that comes with a brush of that magnitude.
On a normal Monday, Tom called me into his office.
"Kyle, we're hiring for a new junior associate role in the program management division. I'd like you to lead the hiring committee."
This was an uncommon request, but I took it as a sign of confidence and accepted without hesitation: "Sure, I'll put the team together." Within a few days I had selected three other colleagues and we started filtering through the applications. Most application packages had a headshot included with them. Although this wouldn't be a public facing role, we all knew that attractiveness was a critical element of success in this role.
As I flipped through the applicants, her picture was there... the same smile, the same twinkle. Jennifer. Her name was Jennifer... my mind was whirling. I had in my hands all of the information I didn't have before... most importantly, her email address, and preferred mode of contact: video chat.
I stared at the photo for a moment longer, recalling that evening in as much detail as I could muster, and glanced through her packet. She was exceptionally well qualified. The narrative was evocative and emotionally touching, and her references were well known within our community. I moved her to the top of the stack and made every effort to ensure that she'd be interviewed.
It fell upon me to contact the candidates, the 3 top candidates were contacted by email to arrange a preliminary video chat, and all responded promptly. Jennifer (who signed her email "Jenn") requested an evening chat, while the others offered times during normal office hours.
After two glasses of wine, I made the video call promptly at the time she requested. It seemed to take forever for her to answer. My mind was racing... should I play it cool and pretend not to remember her? Should I bring up the party? Did I brush my teeth? "Dam..." -- her face appeared on the screen. I was speechless. Being this close to her face, even though it was through a screen, felt immediately more intimate than before. She smiled so graciously and warmly, that I couldn't speak. She was wearing something much less formal than before, a simple purple silk blouse. The camera positioned so that her face and upper chest were visible. An understated pearl necklace adorned her perfect skin, falling gently over her exquisitely chiseled collarbones. If she was wearing any makeup, I couldn't tell. Elegant in her simplicity, I remained stunned into silence for probably a little too long.
"Can you hear me?" she said, with a slight tone of concern.
"Y-yeah, I hear you perfectly. Glad we could finally meet." I said, realizing too late that I had said "finally", as I was wondering whether or not she'd catch on
She said "I wasn't sure if you'd remember me." a slight blush colored her cheeks as mine must've been burning a hole through my face. I could already feel the blood flowing out of my brain into my cock. "Fuck" I thought to myself, I hadn't realized she'd have this much effect on me.
"I definitely remember you. The party at the Adonis." I sounded like an idiot stammering out half formed sounds.
She laughed and said "Good, I'm sitting here smiling like a fool. Glad you know why, at least."
"Yeah, that was a crazy night. I actually tried to find you, but got waylaid by the boss."
"I saw you coming, actually. Honestly I was a bit nervous, so I ran off to the bathroom." she said, shaking her head slightly as if dissatisfied with herself
"No, it's fine. I had already far too much to drink to be anything more than a simple clown." I said, regaining some poise and confidence.
"How are you?" she asked, simply. The question caught me off guard. I was the one supposed to be asking the questions, but she was already leading the conversation.
Before I could answer she stood up slightly to adjust her position. I can still see this moment in my mind to this day. as the top of her head disappeared out of frame, her blouse covered breasts came fully into frame. It was immediately obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra, and the silk top accentuated her rock hard large nipples straining against the fabric. It only lasted a second before she regained her original position, and the objects of my newly found desire disappeared from view once again.
I was immediately hard. Like the kind of hard that hurts. My mind was stuck on that vision as I tried to regain some semblance of professionalism.
I managed to turn the conversation to the topic at hand. Our professional tone was betrayed by small knowing smiles and deep breaths. I noticed that she was rocking slightly, sometimes side to side, sometimes back and forth. Some people like to sit on balance balls instead of chairs, and it looked quite similar to this.
As we continued the discussion, I noticed that her pupils had widened and her face was flush... the rocking was more pronounced, and occasionally her eyes would close longer than a blink... my mind was racing. Was she actually touching herself? There was no way to be certain, and I definitely couldn't ask. Everything I was seeing could be construed either way... but I was becoming increasingly certain that she was doing something more interesting than balancing on a ball.
I managed to undo my belt and slide my pants down. Doing this discreetly was a challenge, but I think I managed it without being obvious. I turned the conversation back to the party.
"When you saw me, what made you raise your glass?" I asked, boldly.
She smiled and said "I thought you looked like you didn't want to be there, and I agreed with you. So I gave you the salute and thought that we might be kindred spirits."
I had already started stroking myself through my boxers.... the thought that she was secretly doing the same was driving me wild. I could've easily cum within 30 seconds... but I didn't want to ruin the moment.
"I'm glad we were able to reconnect. If I'm honest, I've thought about you ... a lot."
She took on a more serious face, and I was worried I had gone too far.
"I'm thinking about you right now." she said with complete sincerity. That put me over the edge. I could feel the pressure building and knew that the wave would be unstoppable. I hadn't even prepared for what was about to come, and I didn't care in the slightest. My head went back slightly, uncontrollably. I fought against the involuntary contractions that were wracking my body. The intensity was insane. My load shot all over my legs, pants, and the floor. I could feel each pulse was a full load, and it kept going until I was fully dry... my cock throbbing and aching to keep cumming.
She must've sensed it because she went quiet too, her eyes were unfocused and her breathing was fast. Her control was better than mine, but I could see the tops of her hands caressing her breasts as she rocked more rapidly. A small moan escaped from her lips. She was doing her best to hide it, but it was fruitless at this point. She didn't want to give in, and managed to keep a relatively straight face as we both sat in that blissful silence, looking at each other.
Several moments passed, and she finally said:
"So, will our next interview be in person?"
I chuckled, "Yes, it will definitely be in person."
She resumed her stunning smile and twinkling eyes, and I knew that my life had changed forever.
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[M/s] Mom helps me shave update 4.
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Hi everyone it's been a few days since my last update and to be honest everything has been really low maintenance nothing has happened, so I've been kinda sad too because of it just working on my assignments and such until today
I got home from university, a Little background I do judo and so did my mom,
Fast forward to today I decided to train in our garage and my mom walks in an hour until my workout I'm already sweating so she comes up to me and says
Mom: Look at you working hard nice job
Me: thanks trying to work on my leg technique
Mom: yeah you could use some More work.
Me: pftt says you why don't you show me how it's done
Mom: hey now don't pftt me, I'll have you know I'll have you screaming mommy in the floor in a second
Me: well go ahead put your gi on I'll wait
Mom: alright honey you asked for it
5 minutes later she came in with her old gi on, it lost most of its color and it was so tight on her it really glued to her
Me: ufff mom you look great
Mom: it's a lot more tight than i remember
Usually women have to wear a shirt under their gi and men don't but I didn't noticed any color under her go just skin and my suspicions would be confirmed later
After an hour of working on technics i challenge my mom to a match
Me: so you ready to out your money where your mouth is?
Mom: I'll have you in the floor in 5 seconds
Me: alright but you'll regret talking big
Mom: well how about a bet?
Me: sure what's the bet
Mom: if I win you have to give me a massage
Me: alright then ditto you also have to give me one
Mom:deal
So we start and as I am sizing her up i get to take her down, not gonna give you the rundown of the fight since it's probably boring to you guys but
I finally succeeded in throwing her too the ground
After pinning her I accidentally opened her gi since sometimes they open and full tit pops out.
I immediately get an erection, luckily I'm able to hide it by just staying on the floor my mom turned red but quickly relaxed
Mom: alright maybe I'm a little rusty
Me: rusty i was already one hour and you lost I'll call that a skill issue
Mom: haha very funny well im gonna go shower
Me: hey you promised whoever won got a massage so before you go give it to me.
Mom: come on Honey be nice, besides you already got a reward.
Me: what reward?
Mom: seeing my boob
Me: hey as nice as your boobs are they don't make my back feel better so get to it!!
Mom: pftttt party pooper
I take my jacket gi off and lay facing down, i still have an erection and have she hasn't noticed
As I feel her hands on my back I dose of a bit and moan a little saying
Me: that's the stuff mom you really know how to work it
Mom: thank you honey glad your enjoying it
Me: yep
Mom: ok turn around
Me: what ?
Mom: you heard me turn around,
Me: o um you really don't need too my back is fine
Mom: honey turn around i promised a massage
Me: ok
As I turn around i notice you can see an imprint of the length of my dick in my pants now, I'm not making a tent since my pants are heavy you can see where it lifts, I was scared this was gonna set her off and not want to talk to me for another day but she took it surprised positive
Mom: alright good job baby
Me: yep *nervously*
Mom: oh.... Ummm, so did you enjoy our match
Me: yeah I did thank you it was great
Mom: yeah it's big, *panics* I mean it was a pretty big fall I took
Me: yeah hahah sorry for that
Mom: don't be it's fine sweetie sometimes you just have to take a little pain to enjoy the good stuff
Me: yeah your right
Mom: you should take off your gi pants and let me work those legs sweetheart
Me: o um my legs are fine mom thank you!
Mom: no it's alright come on ! Take them off
Me: well um you sure?
Mom: I'm sure honey
Me: alright
As i slide my pants off laying on the floor face up my dick just instantly creates a tent and I'm just turning red, my mom starts rubbing my legs and we start talking
Mom: so honey can i ask you something
Me: *nervous* yeah what is it mom
Mom: when you asked about my chest, about it being real why did you ask that?
Me: well to be honest mom... Um well, their really big, and I mean really big, I just wanted to know
Mom: do they look fake ?
Me: nooooo, they definitely real, at least from what I remember hahah
Mom: o yeah your little reward, don't think I forgot
Me: yeah it was pretty amazing
My mom starts sliding her hands higher up ok my thighs
Mom: so you think their real now?
Me: definitely
Mom: do you like them?
Me: I love the. They are perfect, i can't get them out of my head.
Mom: I can tell, *flicks my dick with a finger*
Me: owww mom!
Mom: sorry but your like a tower right now
Me: well i can't help it after seeing your tits
Mom: o so.thats what got you all worked up?
Me: yeah
Mom I see..... *Bites her lip* minds if make you more comfortable?
Me: o um sure
Slides my boxers off and my dick is just in the air
Mom: o honey, *grabs it with one hand* your as hard as a rock don't you, you know?
Me: you know what?
I knew exactly what she was implying but wanted her to say it.
Mom: you know, relieve yourself? Jerk off? Darte una paja?
Me: well um to be honest i haven't done that in awhile, last time I did cum was with you.
Mom: o you poor baby that was days ago, no wonyyour balls look so big!
Me: yeah
Mom: *starts to go up and down my shaft*
You must be so pent up..... My sweet boy
Me: I am
Mom:*stops jerking me* yes I am mommy, *looking at me angry*
Me: yes I am mommy
Mom: good boy.. you watch porn honey?
Me: sometimes
Mom: what do you usually watch?
Me: usually milfs, mom and son and stuff
Mom: I see.... I do too
Me: you do?
Mom: I've always had a fantasy of a younger guy just pounding me nom stop, sometimes i even watch those videos where the mom is stuck or forced into submission by her son fuck
Me: that's sounds really hot mom.
Mom: it is.... Honey no more porn
Me: why Mom?
Mom: if i catch you watching porn no more Happy mommy time. *Squeezes my balls*
Me: moan, yes mommy no more porn
Mom: good and you can't jerk of without me
Me: ok Mommy
She goes faster and spits on her hand
Me: o god mom please don't stop
Mom: you like it?
Me: yes mommy
Mom: good *stops and gets up, taking her jacket of and walking to the door* remember no jerking without me, and btw you can come in my room whenever you want at night, *winking at me*
I'm just left on the floor with a massive hard on, i can't believe i just got blue balled by my mom. Later at night came, and i was so horny i couldn't take it anymor, i kept thinking about what my mom said, about her liking the fact somebody younger entering her room and having their way with her, i kept thinking about it and i just got up with s massive erection and starting walking towards her room fully naked
When I get her door. I open it and i see her on her phone. She looks at me in her door And her face gets all predatory like an animal ready to devour their prey, but i would be the one telling her what to do.
I enter slowly walking to her
Me: get on the floor
Mom: who said you'd be telling me what to do i am your mo....
Me: *I interupt her grabbing her hand putting it on my dick* get.. on ... The floor.
Mom: yes honey
Me: I want you to put my dick in your mouth
Mom: ok baby.
She starts sucking my dick slowly it feels amazing and I can't help help but grab her by the hair and push her to take it deeper, i hear her gagging and it turns me on even more
Mom: o yes honey, I love this thank you,
Me: you deserve a good treat mommy
Mom: but I'm still the boss she throws me to the bed and gets in a 69 position faster than I can think, she's pinning me down with her legs and arm's, she's really strong for her age, judl really treated her well.
Me: what are you doing I'm the boss
Mom: I just wanted to make sure you wanted this as bad as i wanted it before i got serious.
She removes her night gown and starts sucky my dick so aggressively, I'm talking a real good throat fucking and i starting thrusting up the feeling is amazing
Me: yes mommy Keep going.
Mom: *gagging trying to say my name*
She quickly turns around and she's sitting on top of me my cock straight up I can see how far it would go if she out it inside her
Mom: do you want This
Me: yes mommy
Mom: are you mine
Me: yes mommy
Mom: what do you want me to do
Me: i want you to ride my dick like it was your last day to live
As soon as I say this she inserts my dick inside her, starts going up and down, rotating her hips really working it!!
I'm seeing her tit's going up and down so I just hug her and pull her in to suck on her tit's
Mom:yes honey yes!!
Me: take my whole dick mommy, i love you so much
Mom: i love you too honey
I can't take it anymore and i tell her I'm about to cum but instead of her let me pull out she puts even more weight on me and make some finish inside
Mom: o no Honey inside
Me: but mom
Mom:shhh i want to feel you fill me up
I just lost it broke her grip and pounded her until I came inside her
After this i thought i was done be she then quickly got down and start sucking my dick and titty fucking me, i was so sensitive i couldn't take it and came again
Me: I'm so sensitive please
Mom: your my baby let me help you
Me: o god please don't stop
Mom: never sweet heart yourine forever
And i came again all over her tit's and face.
We started kissing and laying in bed
Afterwards We stayed in bed and started talking about our relationship, which i will add in the next update
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need help finding a story
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Alright quick question, has anyone read a story about a girl named Jade and she was a student and this guy met her in a bar and turns out the guy was her teacher. I haven't been on this sub in a year or so, so if anyone knows the name of what I'm talking about please let me know. Thanks! (It might be in this sub or another I don't remember)
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Chapter 50. Just drinks... for now. [Hotwife]
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I get asked from time to time what I enjoy most about being a Hotwife. There are lots of little things that make it enticing – getting dressed up, feeling sexy, butterflies from someone new, being desired, letting go in the moment… the list could go on and on. But for me, the thrill of all that I do is only matched by the support and encouragement I get from my husband. He is my home base for every experience. And my latest adventure has only continued to solidify that…
I have been chatting on and off with Kevin (name changed) on Reddit for over a year. He was one of my first followers and has always fun and kind in his interactions with me. I typically don’t check messages that often on Reddit, as I mainly chat on my OF. But something about Kevin’s messages always made me smile. He would tease me in ways that made my mind spin and my panties wet. Our conversations ranged from sports, to food, to some pretty intense sexual repartee. Always respectful. Never assuming. It was very enticing and we finally decided to take things to the next level of chatting through a zoom.
We set up a night that worked for us both and logged on… only to discover that the volume wouldn’t work. We tried resetting and restarting to no avail. Finally, put out and pent up, we messaged and decided to just mutually have some visual, but silent, fun together. If I’m being honest, it was incredibly arousing. With no audible feedback, the visual component became that much more intense. It was as though I was putting on a little exhibition while receiving a steamy show of my own. By the time we both climaxed, my heart was pounding. Laughing off the turn of events, we decided to try again at a later time and said our goodnights. I was more than worked up for hubby to have his way with me for the rest of the evening.
Kevin and I scheduled our second chat, and with the added auditory input, it lived to up every expectation. Our words were explicit. Our actions were intimate. Our finish was exquisite. We were so in sync with what we enjoyed and how we expressed that. I found myself feeling very comfortable with Kevin and wanting more. He agreed.
My husband was supportive of every interaction that I had with Kevin, and was more than excited for me when we decided to set up drinks. We found a date that worked, and agreed on just drinks. No other expectations. When the night arrived, my husband helped select my outfit. I wore tight red and black leggings with a loose black top. No bra. I felt incredibly sexy as he kissed me and squeezed my ass on my way out the door.
Arriving at the bar, the butterflies crept in. There’s always a mixture of nervous excitement when getting to know someone new. But from the instant Kevin walked in, I felt at ease, and the night was just what I had hoped it would be. We shared cocktails and chatted as old friends would. Lighthearted conversation led to more flirty banter, and by the end of the evening, our hands were all over each other, and I found myself wishing we hadn’t limited ourselves to just drinks.
Kevin walked me to my car like a gentleman and just before I opened my door, I felt his hand on my waist. I turned around and he leaned in and kissed me. But it wasn’t just an unconscious kiss goodnight. It was a passionate, I-can’t-keep-my-hands-off-you-for-one-more-second kiss. He pulled me into him and my hands pressed against his chest. His arms wrapped around my waist and traveled lower to my ass, holding me firmly. I giggled and pulled back with a grin.
Looking down, I noticed that Kevin’s pants were suddenly very tight. Bulging. We both knew what I wanted, and he took my hand in his and guided me gently down to the outline of his throbbing cock. He was rock hard. I couldn’t help but gently stroke along the outline, taking in the length of him. My goodness, he was incredibly thick and long. My mind raced as I leaned back up for another kiss. His hand moved up from my waist to cup my breast, teasing my nipple through my thin shirt. It was such an erotic sensation.
Finally, realizing it was time to go, I thanked Kevin for the drinks and headed home. I called my husband in the car to share about the evening. He couldn’t wait for me to get home. The events from that night fueled many evenings of fun for us, as we fantasized about the next time drinks might come up. The wait wasn’t long. Kevin and I were both ready to have some more fun.
We set a date and met at a quaint little bar, early enough in the evening to take our time and not feel rushed. I arrived first and texted my husband excitedly. He told me to have fun and enjoy where the evening took us. Looking up, I saw Kevin walking in. He gave me a hug and a sweet kiss on the cheek before we settled into a little corner booth. He smelled good. He looked good. I found myself sitting close to him so that his hand could easily rest on my thigh. I wore a dress that evening that happened to ride up a bit when I sat. He didn’t seem to mind. His hand traced lazy circles on my skin as we sipped our drinks and talked about sexy nothings. I texted my husband periodically to let him know I was having fun and that things felt good. He couldn’t have been happier for me.
As the evening went on, I found myself getting lost in our conversation. Kevin was flattering and sweet, and he found the most delightful ways to touch me; brushing my hair back with his fingers, tracing down my arm to smooth my dress, pulling my chin up for a kiss. My whole body was flushed and I couldn’t help but feel aroused. From the looks of his pants, he felt the same way. The night flew by in a blink and before we knew it, the bar was closing. With work in the morning for us both, we decided it was best to call it a night. I offered to drive him to his car since he had parked farther down the way.
I pulled in to a spot next to his car and parked to say goodnight. But Kevin wasn’t ready for the night to end just yet. And truthfully, neither was I. He leaned over the center console and held my neck in his hand, pulling me toward him for a kiss. This kiss was more intense than his previous ones. My panties became instantly wet. Moving his hand down, his fingers deftly slipped under my dress and bra, pinching my nipple playfully. I moaned into his mouth in affirmation. I wanted more.
He looked at me for just a moment before leaning the seat back and working his belt. “Just a tease, baby,” he whispered. I bit my lip in anticipation. Although I had seen him on zoom, and felt him from outside his pants, nothing could prepare me for the moment that he pulled it out. His cock was beautiful. Thick and full. The biggest cock I had ever seen in person. I grinned as I reached out to stroke him, realizing quickly that my little hands could hardly wrap around his girth. Leaning over the console so I could use both hands, I looked up at Kevin as I stroked the length of him. Strong, intentional strokes that left both of us breathing heavily.
Moving slightly, Kevin wrapped his left arm around the back of me from his passenger’s seat, squeezing my ass gently and pulling me up to kiss him. My mouth was eager for him to taste me. I felt his hand start to tug at my dress, slipping it up until his fingers traced along my lacy panties. They were there for only a moment, as Kevin pulled my thong to the side and slid a finger between my smooth lips. “Oh my gosh. You’re so incredibly wet,” he whispered into my mouth. I blushed.
His cock throbbed in my hands, and I knew he was on the edge of cumming. “Are you okay?” he asked, knowing he would likely cum all over my dress. “Yes, but only if you cum on my tits” I whispered. At that, Kevin moaned and I began to pump out stream after stream of hot, thick ropes. They landed on my chest. They landed on my dress. They landed in my hair. There was so much cum. It was incredible. I smiled at the result. Messy. Passionate. Erotic.
Ever the gentleman, Kevin leaned toward me in an attempt to clean up my neck and chest. I quickly pulled back, insisting, “Leave it. I want it on me when I go home.” There’s nothing quite like being covered in another man’s cum when I return home to my husband. It’s a sexy and powerful feeling like none other.
With that, Kevin turned his attention to me, not wanting to send me home without a glowing orgasm of my own. Pulling my panties to the side, Kevin slipped his fingers in me. My pussy was already swollen from the excitement of the night, leaving him a tight fit to arouse. His hand moved with intention. He knew what he was doing. To say it was intense would be a gross understatement. My little body heaved in pleasure as my orgasm mounted. Trying to catch my breath, I was barely able to whisper, “I’m going to cum,” as I began to squirt. Kevin didn’t stop. Neither did my pussy. I continued to squirt all over his hand and forearm. “Oh my god! There’s so much,” he continued. I’m not sure how my little body produced so much, but I was so aroused.
Kevin slowed his rhythm and pulled his fingers from me. They dripped on my thigh as he brought them to his mouth. He moaned as he licked his fingers and pulled me to him for a kiss. “Do you know how good you taste?” he whispered in my mouth. I smiled. It was intoxicating.
We took a moment to gather ourselves before we finally said goodnight. Driving home, I called my husband to replay the evening. “Drinks were amazing, babe,” I told him with a coy smile on my lips. He could read me like a book, asking “how did you make him cum?” Grinning, I replied, “let me show you when I get home.” And I did.
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Air B and D Part 2 [F33][M49][bj][cheating]
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You can read [Part 1 here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/11u3awz/air_b_and_d_part_1_f33solo/).
*"You weren't disturbing me," I say, opening the door wider. I look him up and down and give him a wry smile. "Where's your wood?"*
"It's…" he starts. Something catches in his throat and he audibly swallows, pointing over his shoulder with his thumb. Behind him is an off-road cart with a pile of logs in the bed. "I'll just, I mean if you're not in the middle of something. I can come back, if…"
I look him over again because something's not adding up. Sure, he's already snuck a peek at my cleavage within the first thirty seconds we've been talking but to be honest, who wouldn't? My tits are amazing even in a sweater. But there's no guile, nothing on his face telling me that he knows how hard I'd just orgasmed. Maybe this isn't my peeping Tom. What a shame. "Sure, bring it in," I say sweetly and step back into the cottage.
He has to come in sideways with bundles of firewood under each arm and he looks like he stepped out of an LL Bean catalog. The sweat and panting before was probably from honest labor. "I'm sorry, I forgot to ask your name," I say as I hand him a glass of cold water.
"Thanks. It's Thomas. And you don't have anything to be sorry about. I was supposed to do this before, anyway. We market this place as a bit of a sanctuary. You know, no interruptions. It's me who should be saying sorry."
"We?"
He finishes stacking the wood next to the hearth and dusts off his jacket. "My wife, Helen and I. She handles the booking and online stuff and I do all the grunt work."
For a half second, I imagine Thomas fucking me raw in front of a roaring fire, giving me the best of his grunt work. Sweat runs down his bare chest in glistening rivulets, melding with my pussy juices already coating his throbbing cock. His strong, callused hands grip my waist as each thrust sends shockwaves over my body. Okay, maybe it was a full second. Then I think about his wife, watching us.
"Are you okay?" he asks and I snap out of my fantasy. We lock eyes and if Thomas noticed anything, he kept it well hidden.
I sit at the dining table and watch his eyes follow my chest. He might not be a tech genius, but at least he's not dead inside. "It must be a lot of work, maintaining this whole estate with just the two of you."
Thomas nods. "We make it work. Back when this place was owned by the Harrisons– you know, the old oil family– well they had twenty people on staff. Butlers, housemaids, the whole shebang. These days roombas do most of the cleaning. Except for the cottages. Helen makes sure each one is dusted and the beds have clean sheets."
"Well, can you thank her for me? The bedroom was immaculate."
"She'll be glad to hear it. I should go and leave you be." He scribbles a number on a chalkboard near the door. "If you need anything else to make your stay more pleasant, please give me a call."
"You bet," I reply. I add the number to my phone and close the door. So many new questions pop into my head, like did Helen install the cameras? If she's cleaning after every stay, does that mean the cameras are dumb? Does Thomas know? Is he complicit? Is she hot? What have I really stumbled into?
I decide to go for a walk to clear my head. A trail behind the cottage leads into the woods and I follow it. The air is cooler in the forest and my exposed neckline breaks out in gooseflesh. I don't want to turn back so I start to jog to keep me warm. When I run at the gym, I'm in my own bubble, secured with noise-canceling headphones. But I don't need them here. Wind and birdsong are enough to keep me going.
As I reach a bend in the trail I see another cabin set deeper in the woods. It's smaller and more rustic than my cottage, made from the abundant oak trees here. When I run over, I notice it's dark. Moreover, it doesn't look wired for electricity at all. I peek through a window (I told you, I'm a nosy bitch) and the single room interior is spare, but very neat. The pantry shelves are organized, the large table in the center is clean, and the bed at the far end looks tidy. I'm about to head back to the trail when I hear an engine approaching. It's Thomas, alone in his golf cart on steroids.
"Hey there," he says with a toothy smile. "Did you get lost?"
"No, I was just out for a jog when I saw this place. What is it?" I ask. He grabs firewood from the cart and the pieces fall into place. Another guest. I wonder if Helen spies on this one too. "Do you need a hand?"
"Can you get the door?"
Unlike my cottage, there's no electronic entry. It doesn't even have a lock. I step inside without asking and walk around. "What kind of person books this place?"
"Hippies with money," Thomas says with a laugh. "It's more remote, but more peaceful. It's my favorite, to be honest. Do you like it?"
He hasn't noticed that I've been circling him, drawing closer with each pass. A cabin in the woods where the wife can't see? Interesting. Maybe Tommy's been a bad boy. I wonder what kind of mischief he gets into here. Mischief's my pussy's middle name. I stand in front of him and tug at the hem of my sweater, deepening my cleavage.
His eyes are glued to my tits and there's nothing innocent about his gaze. He looks hungry, taking a step that closes the gap between us. That's it, live in the moment. Part of me wishes that Thomas had been faithful up until now. When I broke him. My face feels hot and my chest heaves with anticipation. At that moment, I want him more than anything else in the world.
I pull at my sleeves and the neckline of my sweater opens with them, exposing my shoulders and red bra straps. For a moment, the cotton fabric clings to the tips of my breasts before falling around my stomach. "Would you like to touch them?" I whisper.
Thomas starts at my hips, dragging his fingertips along my side. It's maddeningly slow and I love it. I close my eyes and focus on his touch, moving higher to my shoulders, then down my chest. I let out a soft moan when he finally cups my breasts, squeezing them through the bra. He leans over me and I feel his hot breath on my neck. When he nibbles on my skin I squeal and giggle with the biggest grin on my face.
He laughs into the crook of my neck, still massaging my ample tits in slow circles. I'm glad he's having fun. I reach behind me and unsnap the bra and it falls off my shoulders, nipples hard and aching. It's your turn, girls. Thomas wastes no time dipping me back to suck on my breast. His tongue is magic, flicking my sensitive nub but when he gives me the tiniest bite, I see stars. I run my fingers through his hair as he switches from right to left, then back again.
I'm putty in his arms, riding the pleasure but I want more. I pull him off my chest and writhe down on my knees until my nose rubs into the bulge in his pants. Running my fingers over his crotch, I can feel the outline of his cock. "It's so thick," I coo as I undo his belt buckle. I pull down his pants and briefs and his uncut cock bounces on my nose, leaving a dab of precum on it, earthy and raw.
"Wait."
Shit. Is he having second thoughts? "What is it?" I ask while slowly stroking his shaft.
"I just want to be up front about this. I'm not going to cheat on my wife."
I suppress my urge to laugh. What the hell is this if it isn't cheating? "What do you mean?"
"I mean I can't let this go any farther. Having a little fun is one thing, but if I take you to bed, that crosses a line. I thought you should know."
"So, blowjobs aren't cheating?" I lick his balls and watch his eyes close involuntarily, cock twitching as I slide up the shaft. "This is okay with you?"
Thomas nods and brushes my hair away from my face. As I take his dick into my mouth he says, "it's my favorite."
He doesn't have to say another word. Neither of us do. Instead, I take more of him into my mouth and suck that cock like it was oxygen. The warmth and fullness of it wrapped around my lips, is enchanting. The feeling goes straight to my cunt, already wet and ready. I'm lost in pleasure but when I look up I see Thomas staring back at me, clearly appreciating my skills. *His favorite*, he said. I wonder how many guests he's not-cheated with? I speed up, determined to fuck him with my mouth. Drool spills from my lips and I massage it into his balls until they're slick and heavy fruit in my hand.
"I'm close," he grunts. Thomas's hips begin to buck and I hold onto his ass to keep him from pulling out. I want his hot load streaming down my throat. Every last drop. It's a lot, and it keeps coming until the last salty spurts leak from my mouth.
"That was *a lot* of fun," I say with a come-stained smile. I want to say more but his phone rings inside his jacket pocket.
It's Helen.
Thomas's demeanor changes and the lust that was there moments before is gone. "I'm almost done stocking the hunting cabin. Be back in a few. Love you," he says before hanging up. He pulls up his pants, careful to tuck in his shirt again before stopping at the door. "It was fun, Connie. If you're wanting some more, you know how to get me."
Even though he says he won't fuck me, I know I'll be calling him again. Good dick is good dick. But it might not be for a while though. I have to meet his wife first.
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Got fucked with my face shoved into the grass not even an hour ago [25F]
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So I'm typing this about 40 minutes after it happened and I can still feel his cum slowly dripping out of me.
I was going on my afternoon jog alongside the canal and I heard someone from behind me shout "Nice arse!". I haven't been fucked since last weekend when I had my fun and thought, why not give it a go. I turn around and shout back "If you can catch me, I'll let you see it", and pick up my pace a little bit.
It only took him about 10 seconds to have caught me up and stopped me, so of course I stay true to my word and pull my shorts down for him, letting him see and have a feel. I can instantly see his cock getting hard underneath his shorts and my inner slut took over, I drop to my knees, pull it out and instantly start sucking. He's just under average size but is making it for it in width, "Not here" he whispers and pulls his shorts up, leading me into the bushes. The second we get in a more private place he bends me over a tree stump and pushes my face into the grass while he goes to town on my arse. No lube, barely any precum, he just raw dogged my ass and it was so insanely sexy that he just took over like that, that I came within minutes. Just after he cums, he helps me get back up, gives me his number and told me to be on this same route next week for my pussys turn at a pounding. Little does he know that next week I'm bringing some ropes so we can have a bit more fun against the trees!
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After Work [MF] [Public Sex] [Cheating] [Creampie]
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We have been talking for several weeks. We chat all day every day through a secret app so our spouses won’t find out. We meet as much as humanly possible. Sneaking around and finding secret locations all over town. It’s not always sex, we’ve both found an emotional connection neither of us expected to find.
There is tons of sexual chemistry between us but there’s also this hard to define connection we have that I have never had with another human being.
She’s stunningly beautiful. She’s petite with reddish blond long thick hair. She has the most amazing blue eyes. They have a hint of green and brown around the pupil. I can get lost in those eyes for days. She has the cutest smile, when she smiles her dimples come out just slightly. Her slim frame is shaped by a perfect ass, you cannot draw a better ass than hers. She’s topped off with breasts that simply grab the eye. She is the perfect woman.
Not like any other day, we’ve been chatting all day throughout work. Text messages back and forth. We work in different departments and only see each other maybe once or twice throughout the work week. Some of the messages were innocent, just checking in on each other. While others were racy and even others were down right filthy. Telling each other how bad we needed each other. Detailing exactly what we needed.
We had found the time to hook up twice in the last 24 hours. The thing about these types of meetups, they’re rushed. There isn’t time for enough foreplay. The environment isn’t comfortable, it’s hard to relax. The sexual tension is so thick, the need is definitely there. But to ensure both of us can actually get that sexual relief is so difficult. We’re looking over our shoulder just to be sure we’re alone. Only taking off the necessary clothes to get the job done. It’s impossible to enjoy each others bodies to the fullest as we would like.
The two meetups in the last 24 hours were intense and hot, but she couldn’t get the release she needed. She was wound up due to all of this. The fact that she was wound up resulted in me being wound up as well. At one point I asked her how we needed to make it happen. Her reply “I need you inside me, no fore play, let me get on top of you and grind”. Who was I to argue?
I needed to finish out the day. Both of us were to be done at 5 but needed to be home before 6. This didn’t leave us much time. I had found a secluded area that was as safe as anything we had found yet. She picked me up in the office parking lot, leaving my car behind. She drove while I instructed her how to get there. Pulling into the gates and closing them behind us and parking behind the building. There were no houses around and we were protected on all sides by a gate. She parked and turned off the car. I leaned over to kiss her. Tasting her lips is one of my true simple pleasures I love the feel and texture of her lips on mine. Our kisses can go on forever. Feeling each others mouths, tongues dueling for residency in the others mouth. We also add some lip biting, which adds to the heat.
The kisses get intense, passion builds. My hands start out behind her head. Guiding her mouth to mine. I love to trace my fingers along her jaw line and up behind her ear. She has some sensitive spots along that area. The tease always adds to our adventures. I trail my hand down to her side. Teasing her rib cage, first over her sweater but getting needier and sliding my fingers underneath the hem of her sweater to feel her skin. Tracing my fingers tips over her skin, lightly caressing her flesh as I slowly move my fingers up and down her side. The kisses continuing as the lust becomes too much from both of us. We’re limited on time and we both have needs.
We part simply to move to the back seat. Both of us removing our pants as we climb into the back of her car. The environment is the same but the sexual tension is so thick our eyes are clouded with lust. Like a choreographed dance, I slide to the middle of the bench seat, she throws her leg over my lap and straddles me. My rock hard cock nestled between her lips. I can feel her heat, feel the moisture spreading around the shaft of my cock. She sits up slightly and I reach between us. Placing the head of my cock at her opening. Just as it arrives in the perfect spot. She slides down my length. There is nothing like the feeling of sliding into her in that first instant. She’s tight but it feels perfect around me. My hands immediately go to her hips. Pulling her further down onto me. Grinding and savoring that initial feel of each other. Our lips meet for another kiss as she begins to grind in my lap.
I love the feel of the grind so much more than the simple in and out thrusting. Our groins pushed together. Rubbing in just the perfect way. My cock as far inside her as it can go. Her intense moans as she gets the sensation she needs for that beautiful release. Sliding my hands up her back I release the clasp on her bra, giving me access to her breasts. Her nipples are hard and inviting as my hands find both of them. Slightly pulling and teasing them as she moves her feet they are under her, enabling her to grind even more deep.
As my fingers manipulate her nipples I can feel her start to tighten. I love the feel of her even more when she cums. I hear her hold her breath for a second. I feel her clench around me. I can feel her pussy contract around the base of my shaft. I feel the gush that only comes from one of her toe curling orgasms. Her squeezing me has my cock on the brink of explosion.
This makes the head of my cock swell as my hands grip her hips. Pulling her hard into me so that we both get that amazing release. My balls pull tight to my body. She lets out a loud moan as she attempts to muffle the sound by burying her face in my shoulder. Our bodies mashed together as I feel the cum shoot from my balls through my cock and splash against her walls. My cum filling her up, our skin sweaty our bodies needing each other. It’s all so sensual and more than fucking. The last bit of cum trickles out as we both clutch each other. We’re both satiated the need for release is gone. Now the desire to hold each other is there. Nothing we can do but put our clothes on and go home. Both of us missing each other. Hopefully we get the chance again soon.
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Fingered by my boyfriend during Christmas family reunion
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My boyfriend I were in the family beach house on Christmas, we were all gethered on a large rectangular table eating lunch, while I was eating my boyfriend carefully got his hand under my skirt and started moving his finger over my panties in a circular fashion, but still I felt like moaning and I had to discretely cover my mouth to avoid moaning, he kept moving his fingers over my panties until I cummed in my panties. Everyone turned to look at me and I just had to excuse myself with having a cramp or something like that, can’t really remember what excuse I gave. Eventually I finished eating my lunch and my boyfriend removed his hand from my skirt. My panties were soaking wet and I was horny. I went to the bathroom to change my wet panties and my boyfriend followed me inside and he kissed me with a lot of passion and he pulled my panties down and he put me against the wall while holding my left leg with his arm and the other one against the wall. My boyfriend pushed his dick inside me slowly fucking me and making me moan and I covered my mouth to avoid being caught. My boyfriend kept moving back and forth faster and faster and eventually he came in 20 minutes, I felt a huge rush of pleasure run through my body and my eyes went backwards and my leg started to tremble as I squirted as soon as my boyfriend pulled out. I changed my panties and cleaned myself up and we returned to the living room, and no one seemed to have noticed anything. it was so hot and so worth it at the end and I have no regrets.
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32f I am a bad feminist [FM]
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I know the guys I should like, because they're the kind of guys my friends date. I date them too of course: they're smart, well read, politically progressive, maybe a little nerdy, but conscientious and caring. But then there is the other type. The ones I can't help myself with. You know the type I'm talking about: cocky, arrogant, maybe misogynistic too. The ones that every feminist fiber of your being hates.
And yet I find myself going weak around them all too often. The guy in the office who said women should look pretty and stay quiet in meetings? Yep, I've fucked him. The man who loudly defended everything Trump doed and says? Yes, him too.
The side of me that my family and friends see feels increasingly fake. To them I'm an ardent feminist who doesn't give the time of day to any non-progressive men and is the first to slap down a sexist. I'd be humiliated if they knew that I didn't just date academic allies, but increasingly regularly begged to be roughly plowed by the kind of asshole who bullied them back at school.
The worst was the most recent. I bumped into him at a bar when I was out with a group of girls I had been friends with at school. He had been at our school too: he was a typical arrogant asshole who had been a bit of a bully. He breezed over with the same confidence he'd always had.
He was soon spouting nonsense about politics, BLM, and women. Yet when he rested his hand on my thigh I didn't stop him. He laughed as he told his appalled female audience about how women "really just need to get fucked more, then they'll be happier" while secretly under the table I opened my legs. I opened them even wider as he slid his fingers into my panties when he started saying that dressing sexier was "more feminist" than dressing without thinking of the male gaze.
Thankfully none of my friends saw me follow him out the bar and they were too drunk to notice how long I had been away for. I would hate for them to know about how my feminism leaked down my legs while he fucked me in the alley behind the bar.
I say I'm a feminist, but would one act like this?
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[Cm/Cf] 30s Honest discussion led to a lot more.
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I am not sure if this is the right forum for this. Not erotic, but genuinely an experience that happened. Looking for advice here so Im leaving out all the sexual details. This is NOT that type of post.I was home on vacation and of course with all the flights getting canceled, so did mine. My cousin and I are the same age (30) and have always been incredibly close - like we share EVERYTHING together.
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TLDR: Close cousins having a deep conversation about partners and sex lives admit they've had fantasized about each other and end up swapping nudes and masturbating/sexting. Hook up offered, but turned down by male cousin (struggled to do that). Feel guilty, but relationship doesn't seem to have changed. Carried on today like nothing ever happened. Looking for advice. Seems like two people who shared their inside intrusive thoughts and acted on them out of mutual horiness. Both in serious relationships with other people, but with very vanilla sex. Each shared that they had a taboo interest which may have led to this.
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Well, her and I got to talking lasts night and I asked her a pretty honest sexual question, taboo, but nothing indicating like incest or anything, which eventually led her to tell me about how she had once hooked up with one of her cousins on the other side (I think comparing like secrets or something led to that). I told her I didnt think it was all that weird, like, stuff happens whatever, and she used protection so, really, its just adults doing adult things, but she kind of said shes always been a little messed up about it.
Im going to pause here to say, I mean that genuinely and at this point nothing sexual was going on between us.
I commented that I actually had sexual thoughts about her in the past but that I thought she'd freak out if I ever told her, to which she then revealed that she had actually fantasized about me before and about how Id be in bed the night before when we were talking.. and that she couldnt believe she was telling me that, but since we were being open, there it was. I was a bit shocked, but to surprise also admitted I had the same thoughts last night during our conversation (we were talking about our kinks, what we liked, and how our partners were kind of vanilla) - which also was amazing since it was just another thing we shared, even though we never knew that about one another before.
Anyway, one thing led to another and we ended up swapping pictures and getting off together over texts. At one points she invited me over so we could explore this a little deeper, and in a moment of clarity I said no - not only because it was late, but because I knew we would probably both regret that deeply (I am so thankful.. and it was so hard to say no because I REALLY wanted it). She also agreed and we both ended up getting off sexting and looking at each others nudes..
We spoke together today like nothing happened. Im a bit at a loss to be honest. I kind of thought like, bro, what the ---- is wrong with you?, but I imagine she was thinking the same thing. I definitely didnt help considering she had said hooking up with her cousin on the other side YEARS ago messed her up, and not 10 minutes later we were sending pics...
I think we were both just genuinely horny and having not had sex in the last week or so, we just caught each other at a weird time. We have NEVER been weird or made any mention of that before and honestly, have been super close and talked with one another about EVERYTHING, and I mean EVERYTHING, up until that point. For whatever reason, we kind of just went into the deep end last night and ended up exploring a fantasy. I think it's best to leave it at that, but like... damn.Im really not sure how I feel about the whole thing honestly, or how I am emotionally right now. Im uncertain to say the least.. Kind of guilty about it. Is that normal? Thankfully, doesnt seem our relationship changed other than we have absolutely demolished any last shred of wall that was between us. It was consensual and we both edged each other on for sure.. and it very easily could have turned into a real life thing if it wasnt so late.. maybe thats a blessing. I think, no, I know saying no was the right thing...
ANYWAY, I am flying across country so it's not like we will see each other any time soon. But hey, sharing to see the comments or if anyone ever had a similar experience. Thats not the only, what the actual ---- is going on thing that happened yesterday either. Something just as crazy happened with an ex girlfriend and I that same night about fantasies that had my jaw on the floor... I literally went to the bathroom after, looked in a mirror, and asked, what the heck is going on? Am I dreaming? - ya'll, it's like I broke the god damn system last night.. idk.
If youre a creep or want to explore sexual fantasies or want to be like, hey you should ---- her, please find another post. Looking more for advice, reassurance, etc.
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What's your juiciest sex story?
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It was a late night, and I had to leave for my destination. As I woke up, I couldn't help but think about the past 24 hours. Looking over to my side, I saw my partner, Nisha, sleeping soundly with a smile on her face. The moonlight shining on her skin made her look even more beautiful.
I admired her body for a while, feeling grateful to have her in my life. We had shared our fantasies with each other and fulfilled them all except for one of mine, waking her up with a kiss.
She was sleeping on her back, and I slowly moved the blanket to caress her thighs. Her smooth skin and scent were intoxicating, and I couldn't resist kissing her softly to see if she was awake.
When I didn't get a response, I decided to continue with my plan. I slowly started licking her, enjoying every moment. After a while, she made a small moaning sound, and I couldn't help but feel pleased.
I decided to continue, slowly inserting my fingers and rubbing her gently. She moved slightly, but I kept going, wanting to give her pleasure. After a while, she moaned loudly, and we cuddled and kissed.
We talked about our experiences and our fantasies, kissing and holding each other. Eventually, we made love again, exploring different positions and ways to please each other.
After we were done, we decided to have a little snack. I poured some chocolate ice cream over her body and started licking it off. We had fun playing with the ice cream and exploring each other's bodies.
As the sun started to rise, it was time for me to leave. We hugged each other tightly, feeling a deeper connection beyond just physical pleasure.
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I (18F)am a free use slut for my neighbors
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my neighbors and i have always been very close as my best friend (now 21f) grew up together. She was my first everything and on my 16th birthday (legal age of consent in my country) she and i had sex for the first time together in her her hot tub. this probably wasn’t out started idea considering anyone could of seen us in her garden but neither of us cared too much. after we had both finished and we went inside i found out her brother who is also older than me had been watching the whole time and wanted me too. after his sister found out she was jealous and the three of us had a fight that eventually concluded that they could just share me. now whenever i go around i where little to no clothes my body begging to be fucked by one (or both) of them. i should add that they had a massive house and they where on the top floor with their rooms opposite each other so no one normally goes up there and we don’t get caught. i secretly hope that one day their parents will find out so all of them can use me and i never have to where clothes in their house.
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[A/ne] My Aunt might be flirting with me
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This has all happened in the last week or so, I'm just needing a way to tell people what's on my mind so thought this would be a good idea to post here. Just a heads up, I do write a lot more than I need to at times so if you like stories with build up, then this may be for you. Not to spoil it but nothing big has happened yet if that's what you're hoping for.
For some background, I (M22) am living at home with my mum and dad, I have an older sister who has moved out. I won't say any real names so for this, I'll go by James. Currently I'm a student but doing a lot of coursework from home and rarely in university so it's been a more relaxed year. Now onto my aunt (F39) who we'll call Katy. She's my mum's (F46) younger sister and only sibling, she's single at the moment but I've met a couple of her boyfriends over the years, she seems pretty happy to be alone I guess. I'd describe her as a tall blonde with an athletic body, not big tits but definitely not flat chested and she has a nice ass. I'm definitely not athletic but I'm not overweight either. I'm just a normal dark haired guy I guess and for the record, I'm a virgin.
Throughout my life, Katy has been the cool aunt, treating me and my sister well but I guess as we got older, we bonded more with our cousins on our dad's side of the family so we don't see her as much. Just at family events or if she's over visiting my mum. Now I'm no stranger to incest porn, not really thought about it in terms of my own mum or sister, but I do enjoy watching the "incest" scenes online and I guess I have a thing for older women in that sense. Another thing I like is celebs, like a lot of other people here, I'm sure we fantasise about them and judging by the groups on reddit it's pretty popular. This will be important later on I promise. As for my aunt, I'll admit I have jerked off to the thought of her and may have scrolled through her Instagram more than a few times as she posts workout videos and some bikini pics.
So onto the first main event, my aunt uses her laptop a lot for work and I guess she's been having some issues. So when she came over to have tea with my mum last week, she asked me about a few of her issues and what she could do. Long story short, I agreed to take a look at her laptop and got a nice hug for that, just a normal non sexual thing for now. I said I could look at it the next day if she brought it over but she said she was busy so asked if I could come over the next day or at the weekend if I had work to do.
Eventually after a day or two, I texted her saying I would be over soon, we thankfully only live about a 15 minute walk away. My aunt greeted me at the door, mentioned she was free all day and had been waiting for her "favourite nephew" which was sweet but also I'm her only nephew so that was funny. After exchanging pleasantries, she made us some coffee and we sat on her couch to chat. She asked me about "school" like I was still a kid which I found sweet, asking about how it's been at home, friends etc and I asked about her work. She kept insisting I workout with her in her home gym as she's really into it which I wouldn't mind other than the fact I hate exercise even though I probably should. But I'd be lying if I said the idea of working out with my aunt wasn't intriguing. The whole time we sat on the couch, she had one leg crossed under her ass and the other in front of her with her bare foot resting between us and while not having a foot fetish, I did find that hot especially with her tight jeans on.
After our chat, she got her laptop and rested it on my lap, sitting back down and scooting close to me before logging herself on and then watching me, showing exactly what was wrong with it and telling me her big ideas for upgrading, asking for my advice here and there. Now we get to my slight fuck up. So as I was sorting out some of her updates, I opened my phone to search for something I recommended to her and like I said before, I'm into celebs. So when I opened my browser to search, I forgot that I had last used it in the morning for obvious reasons and suddenly my screen was showing me and my aunt a picture of Taylor Swift on stage in short shorts. To say I was mortified would be an understatement. My face went immediately red, I fumbled with my phone trying to close the app and I probably made things worse by reacting that way. Eventually I got back onto a fresh tab after what felt like an eternity and just heard my aunt laugh very lightly then saying "I didn't know you were a fellow swiftie" in a very flirty way, totally knowing what I was doing when I searched for her. All I could bring myself to say was "Yeah" very quietly before continuing to show her what I initially set out to find.
The rest of the time on the couch was very awkward for me but she didn't seem uncomfortable at all from what I could tell. She stayed close to my side, almost snuggling into me, smelling great I must add. Eventually I calmed down a bit, almost forgetting that little moment and we finished up the fixes on her laptop before she kissed me on the cheek and said "Well aren't you auntie's little helper..." which turned me on way more than it should. I excused myself to the bathroom to breathe and after coming back into the lounge, Katy was standing up in the kitchen, she walked over to me and hugged me very tightly, thanking me again for the help. She offered to make me dinner and maybe watch a movie but I declined, saying I had work to do. I wouldn't say she was upset but she did seem a little bit. I said she could message me any time if she needed help with her laptop and she again offered to help me workout but said I didn't exactly need it in a slightly flirty tone.
Once I got home, I just had dinner, did some work, played a game and then proceeded to jerk off in bed to the thought of my aunt before scrolling through her pics and cumming way harder than I ever have for her. So that was last weekend and since then, there's not been much more. Katy messaged me the next day thanking me again and she must have told my mum because my mum thanked me for going over too. Two days ago, she sent me a link to her Instagram, saying "Just in case you're on the fence about working out with me, here's a little tease of what you could expect" with a kissing/wink emoji. I didn't even know how to respond to that other than "Thanks, I'll definitely think about it" with a thumbs up and a smile. I know that was a dumb response but I was too busy being in shock.
Now that brings us onto now, my mum mentioned that I should go over once a week to workout in her gym even if it's not with her helping so I wasn't intruding. Since she's offered, I feel like I should at least try but I'm also very confused by what I feel is slight flirting and then the whole phone incident. I wouldn't mind something happening but also it could be my horny brain making things up. I'll likely make an update if anything happens or if I go over but wouldn't mind some thoughts or advice.
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19F Watching my sister get throat fucked
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I (19F) had to stay late at college to finish a project and I called my 18 year old sister Sharol to let her know I'd be an hour or so later getting home. When she hung up the phone I thought I heard her say "good news".
So as I drove home, I pulled up my security camera on my phone. My sister Sharol (18F) and her boyfriend Matt (19M) are making out on the sofa in the living room. I'm trying to drive while watching and almost ran a light. I pulled over into a parking lot and I couldn't believe my eyes.
Sharol pulled her shirt over her head and her huge braless boobs pop out and Matt is massaging and kissing them. He stands up and Sharol pulls down his shorts and to my shock, he has this big hard cock and Sharol takes the whole thing in her mouth.
Matt is tall and slim and his cock is long and slim. Not a big thick cock but it's long, and rock hard curving up slightly. Sharol is sucking his cock and then pulls it out and slowly strokes it while grinning at him. I always thought of him as just some skinny guy, but he has a beautiful cock. At this point I have my hand between my legs and I'm strangely enough getting wet down there.
Sharol has her hands on Matt's skinny ass and he has her by the back of her head and is pumping away at her mouth. He pulls his long cock out and squirts big shots of cum on her boobs. I don't know, but it must have been 5-6 streams and he just kept squirting. She laughs and rubs the cum on her chest and then she takes his cock back in her mouth and works his cock back and forth a little more. She takes her t-shirt and wipes away the cum from her chest and he's still dripping as she cleans him up.
As I collect myself and start to drive home, two thoughts come to mind. First, I've got to tell Sharol to get on birth control. Second, I'd love to suck Matt's long cock. What a puzzling, shocking event.
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True story: once upon a time I fucked that stuck up chick you hated in High School
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When I was in college there was a bar down the street from my house that I would frequent to grab a drink and play pool after work. It was within walking distance so it was my spot, there was nothing special about this place and despite being in a college town there were rarely women here except on game nights.
This was a D1 school and people went wild during football season. This particular night our team hosted and was beaten by a rival team and that always drove people to the bar. I got off a shitty shift at work, walked to my spot and wanted nothing but a beer in my hand, but was immediately approached by a short but very attractive 20ish year old woman eye fucking me and asking "are you ready to get out of here?"
First of all, no I wasn't ready. I was dead sober and worn out from work and I wanted a beer. Second of all, yes I was ready because I've always needed to work for pussy. I'm a fit and relatively attractive guy, but never in my life and never again since have I been handed a golden ticket to the vulva gates as I was on this evening, so naturally I responded "Yeah, let's go."
I walked there from my house so we got into her Mini Cooper that I barely fit into at 75 inches tall and she drove me to her apartment on the "I have money" side of town. We step inside and she turns on the light and I'll be damned if I wasn't in the Barbie aisle of a Toys R Us.
Pink everything, fuzzy bullshit, stuffed animals, dolls... it looked like Lisa Frank ejaculated all over this room. I'm actively ignoring red flags at this point though because an attractive girl gave me an immediate invitation to leave the bar and climb into a clown car so she could ride my dick in Candyland.
Out pops a noisy Chihuahua because this was only a few years after Paris Hilton was relevant, and every woman her age conned their parents into believing this breed of dog was worth investing in. She quiets the dog down while I'm looking at the at-a-girl bullshit she's hung on her walls; Valedictorian in High School, pictures of herself and awards from various clubs, volunteer work, honors programs etc.
What the fuck am I doing in this chick's apartment at 10pm smelling like the French fries that I was just delivering to tables an hour earlier? Irrelevant, because now she's removing clothes and turning off lights, and I'm committed. I turned down my evening beer for this shit, I was going to see it through.
We get in bed, which for the record was far too high off the ground. I'm tall as shit, this chick was maybe 4'10" and to my memory needed 30 minutes and an oxygen tank to scale the side of her mattress. Anyway, I digress, we're in bed and she wants doggie with zero foreplay... Just get after it seems to be my only direction, so I'm doing just that.
A couple of thrusts in and I'm feeling like the goddamn man. Why wouldn't I? This chick was so enthralled the moment I walked in the bar she whisked me away to her Barbie dungeon for a solid dicking down. Nothing can touch me in this moment, I'm a fucking legend, tonight has confirmed my long held suspicion that I'm a sex God and oh no...... oh no..... why is she crying?
I'm still balls deep, but this girl bent over and hanging from my dick is now sobbing. So I stop and ask what's wrong, she disconnects from my suddenly deflated dick and ego and begins to tell me how she recently discovered her boyfriend of 6 years has been cheating on her. She went to the bar that night with the sole purpose of grabbing the first dick she saw and taking it home with her to get even.
It's all over now, there's no chance of climax. She's tired and crying and wants to go to bed, and this is before Uber existed. I'm a broke college kid who can't afford a taxi, so I sleep out on the pink, fuzzy, Chihuahua hair covered loud mouth barking ass dog couch with my blue balls. Next day we take her dog for a walk in silence, she drives me back to my place and we never speak again.
Hope she's doing well, 10/10 experience I'd do it all over again today without inhibition.
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My (F26) friend (M29) bought me a butt plug to cheer me up.
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I had a really rough week, almost everything that good go wrong has gone wrong. Got a flat tire, had a leak in my home, bad week at work, etc.
My good guy friend had to hear me vent and complain all week. We met up for happy hour last night, and he had a little gift bag with him. He gave it to me, and said “just wanted to get you something to release your tension after such a bad week”. When I opened it, I saw a cute vibrating butt plug. I giggled, and told him this was perfect and much needed. We’ve hooked up quite a bit in the past, so he knows I have a butt plug kink.
He leaned over into my ear, and quietly said “do you want to go put it in right now?” I shyly grinned and nodded my head. I went to the rest room, pulled it out, cleaned it off in the sink really quick, hiked up my dress, moved my thong to the side, bent over, and slowly stuck the plug up my ass. I felt a huge tension release as soon as my asshole swallowed it up. The kind he bought had a remote control to turn it off and on, so I took that out of the box. I put myself back together, and met him back out at the bar. I discreetly handed over the remote control, and innocently smiled.
He licked his lips as he took it out of my hands and said “wasn’t expecting that”. The battery didn’t last too long being that it wasn’t fully charged, but he teased me with the vibrations as long as he could. And I felt like such a slut with that plug up my ass in public. We only lasted about 2 drinks at the bar before calling an Uber to his place and he fucked me.
Definitely turned my awful week around.
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No Words [Romantic Sex][Love][Middle aged][Married Couple][M44F42]
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The early morning sun softly radiates through the window curtains as I slowly began to awaken. I breathe in the cool morning air and begin to gently stretch, carefully moving in order not to disturb your peaceful slumber.
I love the indescribable feeling I receive waking up next to you. It melts my heart. Your presence is so warm, soft, and feminine. I never want to get out of bed.
Our bodies remain intertwined, spooning together, from the lovemaking of the previous night. My forearm rests peacefully across your ribs and my hand gently caresses your hip.
Even after all these years my favorite part of the day is simply lying there, taking in the sight of you, this beautiful woman, this wife of mine.
I recall the events of the night before. Dreamily thinking about how wonderful our lovemaking was as the two of us joined together. As I replay our passion in my mind, my hand idly wanders over you. I delicately touch your body, taking in your features and enjoying your curves. Remembering how your body felt as I held you tightly against me and how your breasts looked swaying over me as you rode me to a triumphant finish.
I press my bare chest into your back, and nuzzle my face into the nape of your neck, kissing you softly, my arm wrapped around you, holding you close. I hear you quietly sigh.
Mmmmm... this is wonderful, so warm and cozy, having you in my arms, with full body contact. Your soft skin caresses my face, and your scent pervades my senses, driving me wild. Feeling your body against mine gets me going.
My pelvis goes to your bottom, my legs bent behind yours. My semi-flaccid cock nestles between your smooth ass cheeks and the intimacy of this situation starts bringing me into a hazy imagination of not so innocent thoughts while a devilish grin creeps over my face. I want you.
For just one moment, I grind my cock further against your ass to see if it is enough to wake you primally. You're still mostly asleep, but the movement stirs you enough that you move my hand from your hip around your waist so my fingers are now resting against the top of your clit.
To be sure of your intentions, I nudge you thighs apart from one another to see if I’ll reciprocate. And you do.
I slowly trace my middle finger from the top of your mound down the entirety of your pussy. You're already wet.
As I begin to rub, you adjust your body so that your back lies flush with the mattress, allowing you to more comfortably open your thighs even wider, as my fingers touch your wet pussy. You reciprocate by grabbing and lightly stroking my cock.
The pace of pleasuring one another becomes quicker, and although we aren’t saying anything, there is much to be heard with our bodies.
I slip one finger inside your pussy. You can't help from bucking your head back into the pillow.
Occasionally, I slip my fingers out to rub your clit with the wetness, and you can feel my cock already pulsating in your hand. I know it’s time for me as much as it is for you.
I shift my hips, angling myself into a scissoring position, one of my thighs over your far hip and my other thigh pressed firmly against your bottom. This is our favorite position. One which we discovered while you were pregnant with our first child.
My cock is still grasped firmly in your hand, as you rub it slowly up and down, from the top of your clit to just about the rim of your asshole, to make sure that the tip is drenched in your pussy fluids.
I can’t take it any longer. I grab my own cock back from you and rub it back and forth against your clit, stopping at your pussy hole to tease the fuck out of you.
Now you're the one who can't take it any longer. The next time I try to tease you, you throw your hips forward, my cock glides inside, captured by your warm pussy.
We both let out animalistic sounds of pleasure that continue as we breathe heavily with each deepening thrust. I reach around and continue to rub your clit as I penetrate you from below, making sure you're taken care of. As this goes on for another few heightening minutes, you can’t help but sink your fingernails into my forearm.
When you suddenly realize how firmly you are grasping my arm and let go of the pressure and move your hand instead on top of my hand, guiding me in rubbing your clit, as we together indulge in your pleasure as your orgasm is edging.
I know you so well. Moving my hand from your clit to underneath your t-shirt, expanding my hand to play with both your nipples, alternating from one to the other playfully. They are both already hard and your pussy is engorged and ready for ecstasy.
As you climax, it pulses throughout your entire body, enveloping you, and flowing through every muscle and vein. I slow down the pace of my thrusts to savor the muscles tightening around my thickened cock. We have reached heaven on earth and I can’t hold back any longer.
I pump faster and harder as your orgasm rages on, washing over your body fully like an unstoppable tsunami, drowning you in rapturous elation. I can feel your muscles tensing again, and you find yourself unable to breathe.
As your body spasms, your pussy is squeezing my cock tightly. This sensation in combination with the feeling of your extra wetness gushing onto my hard cock and balls pushes me right up to the edge. I intentionally withdraw one last time before plunging my cock into your depths. Pushing out the remaining air in my lungs in a single forced exhale I begin to come. I clamp my mouth hard onto your neck one last time, shooting my come into you, gasping and groaning into your flesh, as I try to push my cock even deeper into your wonderful pussy.
We ride our orgasms and stay just so. My face is buried in your neck and cheek, not looking at each other but fully aware of our bodies coupled tightly together. We're both breathing hard, heartbeats pounding against each other, then slowing.
As we come down from our highs, that warm, cozy, snuggle under the covers, don't want to get out of bed feeling returns. I pull out of you, both of us are so satisfied, and lie next to you. You turn to face me, both of us now on our sides, heads resting on our pillows, gently touching each other's naked bodies, periodically kissing. Feeling hot and slightly sweaty from sex, we keep the sheets pushed down low, but still enjoy snuggling underneath.
I smile at you.
"Good morning, baby. Perhaps you'd like some breakfast as well?"
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Caleb and Annie [F24] [masturbation] [vibrator]
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Lifes been hard for awhile. Pain and abuse is nothing new to me, so you would think I'd be use to it by now. Escaping is my only way of survival now. It's the only thing holding me together because it gives me hope. I have no one. I've always known I've had no one. But tonight just feels final. I could care less about my brother's as they only care about themselves. My father is an abusive alcoholic that slut shames me whenever he likes and tries to hit me when I fight back. My mother wants a submissive errand daughter that never leaves the house because she's scared of being alone or worse, being alone with him. My friends? I genuinely have none. I've spent weeks alone in my pain and no one's even lifted a phone to say hi. I stopped messaging people who only spoke to me when I did. It's always been me putting in the effort, only for it to come crashing down on me. My only constant is Caleb. He's been in my life, for what seems like forever. He's my best friend.
My mental health has deteriorated recently and my parents can't seem to handle it anymore. I've never really been taken care of and when my mental health and physical health became known, they kind of didn't care. Which didn't surprise me of course, but it still stung. Developing BPD has been one of the biggest hardships in my life as it affects my daily life and my relationships. Caleb however, has always been able to see round my mental health. He knows what to say and what not to say. If I'm being spiteful he knows that it's not genuine, I'm just having an unexpected episode. I guess that's why I'm so close to him. I know I won't lose him.
Trying to keep a boyfriend down however has never been my strong suit. They either want me for my ass or think I'm too much to handle. I'm forward so I let them know from the go about my mental health, and that sets them off running. The few relationships I've been able to keep down have been mediocre at best. One way or another they all say the same thing. "I'm sorry Annie, it's just too much." "It's not you Annie it's me, I'm just not strong enough to be that guy for you." Blah blah blah.
I've had the odd one night stand here and there. They are fun but I know it's not what I want. It sucks because I'm horny all the bloody time. There is one benefit of moving out of the house and moving in with Caleb. My vibrator! I was far too nervous to ever use it at home and I never had enough peace and quiet to get what I needed done. Since my roommate is out and about most days I have the flat to myself. And boy do I use that to my advantage. I wait in the mornings until Caleb goes off to work before jumping into his bed with my second best friend. (I know, it's sad... Shut up.)
I turn my vibrator on and hear that all too familiar buzz. I stroke it along my collarbone and down my breasts, over my nipples. One at a time until my nipples harden and perk up. Then I trail the device down my stomach and hold it to my clit as my other hand pinches my nipple hard. Ahhhh. I push the vibrator down further and rub it between my folds, coating it in my juices. My breathing has become erratic, waiting in anticipation as I push the vibrator down to my opening. My hips are moving back and forth and as they do I insert the vibrator, groaning as it enters me. I turn the dial and make the vibrations faster as I continue to torment my nipple. I can feel myself building but I don't want to cum yet. I want to savour this. I lean forward onto my ankles and begin to rude my vibrator up and down, switching the vibrations back and forth between low and medium. I'm building up again and this time I want to cum. I turn the vibrations up to maximum as I continue to bounce on my vibrator before collapsing onto the bed, my body spasming out as I climax loudly. I lay forward as my climax forces the vibrator out. I lay there for a minute relishing the energy burst before jumping up and running to the shower.
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[b/s] Final update to: my brother and I had sex with different people in the same room.
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First post: https://www.reddit.com/r/incest/comments/teykab/bs_my_brother_and_i_each_had_sex_with_different/
Update: https://www.reddit.com/r/incest/comments/twlfu1/bs_my_brother_and_i_each_had_sex_with_different/
I've had a few requests for updates over the last few months so I figured I'd give a final update.
Backstory: brother and I had sex with different people in the same room during a college party. We watched each other fuck. Eventually we starting having sex ourselves.
TLDR: brother and I essentially dated for a few months but ended things for the same reasons I was hesitant to get into a relationship with my brother in the first place.
Brother and I hooked up the first time then never really stopped. It started while I was away at school so we were sort of long distance, seeing each other every other weekend. We'd rent a house for the weekend kinda far from where we live and we'd pretend we were a normal couple for a couple days. It was some of the best times of my life.
Eventually I finished school and moved back in with my parents, where my brother still lives along with a few other siblings of ours. We started having sex extremely often, whenever we could. It was honestly not difficult to keep the secret from our parents, but eventually we got lazy and my sister caught us. During a long conversation with her I told her how wildly in love with our brother I was. It took some convincing for her to not think we were insane or disgusting, but eventually I swayed her and she swore her secrecy. She's kept it.
Brother and I started talking about the future like couples do and we hit some roadblocks. Both of us want similar things: traditional families, children, and our parents to be grandparents and in the picture. These things weren't possible with an incestuous sibling relationship. Having children is probably not safe but even if we adopted, I don't want to keep my relationship a secret. There's just no way to work the situation. Both of us kind of knew that before we started but still, it really fucking sucks.
We agreed to end things. There were a lot of tears. I was and am still wildly in love with him, and he with me. It's been a few months but these wounds still feel as fresh as the day they were opened. I suspect a part of me will always be in love with him and I'm fine with that.
We've given in to temptation a few times and have had sex since we ended things, but I think we're done with it for good now.
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[S/S] My straight sister lets me eat her out
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Everything happened when we were both 18+
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I am 23 and my sister is 25. I am full 100 percent lesbian but I lived in denial until recently. My sister was kind of my awakening. I know this is a subreddit for smut so I won't bore you with the details but realizing that I have zero attraction to men and that I find my sister very attractive was a big deal. I dated men and had boyfriends in the past but was never into it.
Two years ago I had my big epiphany moment. I remember I was watching The Dark Knight Rises with a friend and couldn't keep my eyes off Anne Hathaway. My parents are NOT supportive of LGBT things. My grandparents and other older family members might disown me. It was scary. I kept trying to deny it but once you realize that you find something attractive it is hard to ignore. Like you realize that pretty women are everywhere. You watch a movie, hot women, go outside, hot women. One of the biggest things I realized that was more shocking to me than being lesbian was that I really am attracted to my sister. I don't want to be with her or am jealous of who she dates. I just think she's so fucking hot. When I think about my "type" or the kind of women I go after now. They resemble her or have something about them similar to my sister. It's kind of weird now that I type it all out but it's not romantic. I'm not romantically attached to my sister. She is just my big sister and we have always spent a lot of time together. It's similar to like when straight girls date guys similar to their big brother/father or father figure in their life. Guys date women similar to their mother. I am a lesbian and I think my sister is a great person so it's no surprise that I look for women that are like her. Not just in looks but they usually have similar character traits and personality types.
I have a very close and open relationship with my sister. It was never incestuous but we always had no issue with changing around each other or being in some state of undress. I've been over her place with my tits out on the couch and she has on no pants and it's cool. Nothing sexual or weird. No issue talking about sex or our sex life. She is my confidant and most importantly, she is STRAIGHT.
I told her about how I couldn't stop looking at Anne Hathaway and she joked that she's straight and can acknowledge that she looked great in that suit. It made me feel better. She told me that even if I am gay or bi she would still love me and keep it secret from our family. That made me feel a lot better. Some time passed and I kissed and fooled around with a girl I met at a cafe. We made out and fingered each other. It was my first experience with a girl ever. Literally as I was waiting for the Uber home I was telling my sis all the details on the phone. She didn't get weirded out about me talking about how I got finger blasted but sex talk isn't unusual. That moment was kind of the defining like "I'm definitely gay" moment for me. Everything started making sense and I was 10 times happier. It only made me realize how much I am attracted to my sister. When we were together I would just be checking her out. I'd think about kissing her. She actually brought it up herself and said "you've been looking at me a lot lately." I tried to change the subject but she just told me that whatever it is, it's okay. I told her that I think she's attractive and I think I always have. She was like "awh" and kind of let me down gently at first.
To keep this short because I'm not here to write some long detailed sis x sis post. She kept catching me looking at her. I guess because I realized how much I liked her it just became a thing. When you realize that someone looks real fucking good to you it's hard to just exist around them. Especially when they are like the basis of what you like in a woman. Over the next few weeks we'd talk about it more. She asked me when this started and I said I didn't really know but I think it has always been there. She asked me what I liked about her and I listed the obvious physical traits but I really like her personality. I made sure that it was clear that I do not want her romantically. I'm not jealous when she dates or sleeps with someone. I don't want to be with her. She thought it was sweet and it kind of just built from there. Eventually she asked me what I wanted to do with her exactly. I just said I can't answer that and she told me to be honest. I told her that I fantasize about making her cum with my mouth. Then we started talking like it was a thing that could possibly happen and I didn't want to ruin it and get all weird about it. So I kept my cool but inside I was flipping out because my sister was being kind of receptive to it? And I never started these conversations or pressured her. She would always ask me stuff and I just answered. She was saying things like "if we were to do this I could never do it back to you because I'm straight." And I was like "if we did this that would be okay." I thought that DAY I would be eating her out but it didn't happen for a while. I'm glad I didn't get to do it right then because I was not ready. After that conversation and I got home I was just panicking. The reality all settled on me that I talked about oral sex with my sister to my sister. I have fully accepted that I find her attractive and want to sleep with my sister and kiss her. It's incest and it's fucked up.
A couple of months later we would have talks about it. Sometimes she'd message me that she was masturbating and I'd say "girl don't tease me like that!" She even sent tit and body pics which drove me crazy. Nowadays she sends full up close pussy shots. We were at my apartment on the couch and she just out of the blue said "I really want to cum right now" and I was like "...okay." I asked her what she meant and she was very shy like she couldn't get the words out. She just said "I need to cum soon." So we went on my bed and kissed. Tbh it was kind of awkward. The taking my sister's clothes off and putting my lips on hers was just weird even though I wanted it. It's hard to get past that incest hurdle but once I did I enjoyed it so much. We made out for what seemed like hours before I got anywhere near her pussy. I would kiss down her chest and she would pull me back up because she was nervous. I just comforted her and told her that we'd do whatever she wanted. She had me turn out all the lights and pull her pants down. And when I first licked my sister's pussy I knew that I really wanted this. I was kind of feeling a little bit of doubt and nervousness but when my tongue touched it. I was just like "hell yeah" and knew that this is what I wanted. I made her cum a bunch that night. I made her cum a bunch more in the morning. Ever since then I've been eating her pussy pretty consistently. We don't live together but we see each other a lot. I've eaten her pussy in a secluded area in my car. I've done it in the bathroom at our parent's house. She really wants it. When we see each other it's like a thing we do right away. She kisses me on the mouth and I'm down at her pussy and we both love it. She still identifies as straight and doesn't think she'd enjoy eating me out. She likes to rub and finger me but the idea of licking a vagina just isn't her thing and I am okay with that. Those are her boundaries.
It's just kind a thing we do these days now.
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[B/S] An interesting developments
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So there’s been a couple of by(for me at least) interesting new dynamics in me and my sisters sex life. Now I’ll start with yes I know we aren’t reinventing the wheel and people have done these things multiple times, but what you have to understand is we have limited time to do our thing.
So about a month or so back we are getting on after foreplay, we have always for the most part done missionary but curiosity got hold of me so I put her legs over my shoulders. I’m sure I’m not telling anyone any new info here but OMG it felt amazing I’m not the biggest guy but all of a sudden I’m hitting the back to the extent that I can actually feel her coil. She’s moaning (quietly) like never before, and it was just the most intense thing ever. It’s now our go to position.
The next development is my sister who has typically been none vocal (apart from moans) has all of a sudden started talking. She did it the other day I was doing my usual start slowly make it last thing, then all of a sudden she’s like ram me so I start to then she says harder oh god that feels good. This alone just sent me over the edge as in 4 years she’s never done that. Now just this morning she was doing the same but adding you need to fuck me hard I’ve been a bad girl.
I’m sure this isn’t the most exciting post but it just makes me smile that even in 4 years people can surprise you and I’m glad my sister has finally felt comfortable to express herself.
A quick addition to the post to any ladies that might read this, does any of you prefer to be fingered at the bottom of your vagina as in near your ass? My sister likes clitoral stimulation but for vaginal orgasms that’s the spot for her not the g-spot
Thanks for reading hopefully it’s coherent
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[FF] Part 7 - I encountered my ex bfs ex in a boxing ring, leading to a six year old grudge match.
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By the time I graduated college, I was very insecure about my body. Heather had ridden me so hard that fateful day in the hotel that I was never the same again. I was under-confident and had a huge inferiority complex (mostly due to the whole ass fight affair), and it reflected as I went from an outgoing person with lots of friends to a timid and soft spoken one with only a small circle of friends. I did have a great job though and it paid really well, so life was comfortable. Four years after the fateful college night, I had taken up kickboxing as a stress reliever (my job was definitely good but very stressful as well) and in the two years that followed, I had become quite good at it.
I'd joined the gym based on a friend's recommendation. The owner, Martha, who was also the main coach there, was a relative of my friend's. She had made me from a zero into a hero. I had gotten so good too, that she asked me to gauge the strength of students who transferred into the gym from another one, so she could form a training plan for them. I was basically the assistant coach though it was never made official.
It was on one such occasion that she told me that the new join I was about to test had a feisty reputation, that she had once made a girl shit herself from the pain she delivered in the ring. Still she was confident that I was above her level and would be able to handle it. I didn't think much of it and went to put on my sports bra and gloves. When I got out, I saw the girl had arrived and was in the ring already. She was a blonde and from behind she looked to be very well endowed. I climbed into the ring myself and said hey. The moment she turned around, a chill went up my spine and my blood froze up. It was the same hot bitch who had cuckolded me and fucked the shit out of me. She had an expression of extreme surprise mixed with a her signature haughty smile. Martha asked, upon seeing our reactions, if we knew each other. Before I could respond, Heather replied, "We used to fuck. Or rather I used to fuck *her*. Right kitty?" I was speechless at her insolence. I was about to defend myself when Martha said it would probably be a good idea for me to not test her. I agreed and stepped off the ring, as I saw Heather's entitled face, blowing a kiss at me.
After that whole ordeal, I found out that the girl who had tested Heather, and was on my level more or less, had gotten a thorough ass kicking. I felt the same intimidation as I did back then. Her superior pussy was always enough to rock me to my core back then and now I was afraid if I went up against her, she'd humiliate me again. At the same time, I thought that this could be payback. Even if Heather was on my level, I was nothing to scoff at either. I had matured well over the years and though I didn't know Heather's strength, I had grown confident in my own, because of kickboxing. So, when I received a text from Heather to meet her in the gym at 3 a.m. , I agreed, and made arrangements so that we could have it all to ourselves. I put on my black sports attire and got to the opening, where I found Heather waiting. She motioned towards the door and I obliged and we let ourselves in.
We turned on the lights and got into the ring. I stared at her as she stared back at me. She was also wearing black attire, albeit with tighter shorts. It was the same as six years ago, the two of us alone, looking at each other, like we were looking into a mirror. Soon she walked closer, in a really alluring manner (my feelings for this girl were really messed up), and placed her tits against mine, making my nipples harder than they had ever been in the last six years. I moaned as I felt her boobs press against mine and closed my eyes. Out of nowhere, she landed a left jab right on my jaw. I faltered backwards and opened my eyes, only to be greeted by an evil smile. I decided this was no time to be seduced, it was time to pay this bitch back tenfold, by beating her in the match and then fucking her silly.
She advanced towards me now and right kicked me, which I blocked, only for her to immediately go for my jaw again with her left fist. I ducked and landed a blow on her abs in response, making her stumble a little. "Seems like you're stronger than before kitty, which is gonna make watching you squirm under me helplessly even more gratifying." she said, causing me to flashback to day she won James from me forever, and giving her the perfect opportunity to land a kick to my side. I snapped out of it and we charged at each other, ending up in a grapple lock, punching each other's backs, when suddenly I felt her other hand go under my shorts, grabbing my bare ass, making me stop punching her and moan, giving her the perfect opportunity to strike me harder while squeezing my ass like an lemon. I pushed her away and she sneered at me, making me angry. I charged at her and punched her in the gut, making her bend over, and kicked her right in the jaw, giving her pretty face a good bruising. She was now mad too and not playing around, as she struck back and punched me in the chest and started raining down a flurry of punches on me, allowing me to do nothing but block. She had me on the ropes when I pushed her away with a kick to the temple and we came charging at each other again with a right hook. The woman whose punch landed most effectively, would win the fight and humiliate the loser.
Both our punches landed, mine missing her nose by a few millimetres, while hers landed right on my nose, breaking it like a twig and making me scream out loud, only for her to punch my face again. I fell down on the mat. I tried to get up but Heather was on my back already and had me in a Boston Crab. I felt my muscles crying for help as I screamed due to the immense pain, while feeling her muscular ass crush mine and bruise it as she cackled while hearing me trying not to moan due to the contact between our asses. I screamed and finally tapped out as I could take no more, but instead of letting me go, she went even harder, almost breaking my hips. I tapped repeatedly and yelled a lot when she finally let go. With me immobilised, she took her shorts and bra off and ripped off mine as well. She then turned me around so my back was against the floor and opened up my pussy wide and placed her hips on mine and began tribbing me in missionary. We made out as she did so, and she pressed my boobs against hers. "Fuck, I'm gonna come." I said as she increased her thrusts and I came directly into her cunt. Even after I orgasmed, she kept going, fucking the living daylights out of me. "Call me mommy bitch or I'll keep going." she demanded. Unable to endure the assault even a minute longer, I yelled out, "Stop mommy!!" As she finally relented, ending my torment.
She then turned me around again, grabbed my ponytail and started tribbing me from behind. I orgasmed not even two minutes after I felt her pussy heat. She kept going till I came twice more and begged her to stop. Right as I thought she was finally done, she started fingering me from behind. Starting to recover now, I faked an orgasm and fell down. Soon she picked me up to my feet and put me against the ropes and was about to land the finishing blow, when I stopped my act and clocked her hard, breaking her nose too. She fell down and was struggling when I had an idea. I grabbed her head and sat down on it, forcing my vagina on her. She licked it like the whore she was too, almost like it was second nature to her. As I was about to come, she loosened up a little and bit my ass. I yelled and got away from her, but as soon as she got on her feet I hugged her, trying to stop her from moving. Soon she hugged me hard too and our boobs clashed and we both looked at each other and realised it wasn’t an angry contest to win some guy anymore, we just wanted to fuck each other senseless. She looked at me with an expression of surprise and I returned the look as we both felt ourselves genuinely growing hotter for each other. We started scissoring and I felt her pussy grow hot against mine. We were mostly just grunting with closed eyes at that point until we both looked at each other’s blue orbs deeply and we came hard without breaking eye contact.
I was sure a blow was headed my way next but to my utter surprise, Heather kissed me. Not forcefully, not provocatively, just a simple lip touch. She looked down at my hand and took my hand upto her face and put my middle finger in her mouth, looking super vulnerable. My body just knew what to do next as I pulled her into the most passionate kiss of my life.
Soon we were making out like possessed girls and fell on the mat with me on top as I slowly grinded my pussy on her thigh and she did the same. We both felt each other’s wetness and each other’s vulnerability for the first time. Even so Heather still wanted to be on top and she flipped us over and we wrestled for the top spot until we landed on our sides. “Alright then, first to come has to be the sub forever.” I smiled and nodded and we started fingering each other. She had certainly taught me a lot about pleasing a girl using fingers and I used her own techniques on her and we were both moaning in no time. We started hugging and wrapping each other in our legs as we both got closer.
Suddenly, I felt her thumb go up my ass as she smiled at me and kissed me hard. In no time, I stopped fingering her and she had me all fours kissed my asshole as she fingered my pussy from behind and grabbed my hair. She spanked me and bit my sensitive ears, making my toes curl as I got closer to orgasm. She grabbed my chin from behind kissed my neck and cheeks. “This next one may be a bit too strong…” she said as she stuffed her sweaty panties in my mouth and slowly slid under me with a strapon attached to her pelvis. She slid it into me gently and grabbed both my arms as she slid in and out, making me jump up and down. She smiled as I closed my eyes and moaned hard into the panties as I squirted all over her. She removed the panties and kissed me thoroughly and bit my lower lip and stretched it, as I finally accepted her as the girl whose ass I’d always be under.
She took me to the corner of the ring and sat me in her lap as she fondled every part of me, while her strap was still in me, keeping us as connected as two women could be, as I passed out in her arms, moaning her name.
When I woke up, she was gone and the gym was about to open. I quickly grabbed my clothes and called her up to meet her. I felt something yesterday and I wanted to know if she felt it too. We met in a Starbucks and I asked her if she felt something real yesterday too and why’d she leave. “I want a woman who can dominate me and sit on my face. You’re too weak to manhandle me, so I’m sorry kitty, but it’s not meant to be. But do call me anytime you wanna get wrecked.” She said as she licked her straw suggestively. “Then I’ll defeat you and make you beg for it. Meet me at \_\_\_\_ hotel at 7, I’ll book us a room. Let’s end this once and for all.” I said as I felt her up from under the table and walked away, making sure my ass bounced as I walked. Tonight would decide what the weird relationship between us was once and for all.
Part 8 - Conclusion (Soon)
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EMS Confessions part 2 [MF]
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In continuation of my previous post, a couple shifts go by before she is my partner again and the day started off pretty normal. Checked the rig out, knocked out station duties, cleaned and situated the rig how I liked it, and then chilled around the station until around noon before we got our first call. At the station we really didn't interact much so I thought maybe last time was a very amazing fluke.
We respond to the call, handle our business and then finished the call, nothing out of the ordinary. I am in the passenger seat scrolling through this cam site I used to frequently watch, when she asked me what I was doing. So I showed her this chick that I was watching and she said that she was hot and that she wanted to watch too. I smiled and put my phone in the center so we could both watch and took more pleasure in the slight moans that she was making as she was grinding on her finger tips.
Disclaimer*** For the idiots out there, yes we have cameras in the cab of the rig but not in the patient compartment as that violates HIPAA.
Because of said camera she couldn't really go to town fingering herself, but she sure was enjoying edging that tight little pussy. We get another call so I put the phone away so we could get focused on the call. But it was bad news as for the rest of the day we were slammed with calls without stop until, maybe 2000 hours. We get posted at the same hospital where the previous story took place, so we drove the truck to the back corner lot where it was nice and dark and since I am the paramedic and ran all the calls, my ass was about to knock out and sleep.
But my sweet little partner asked if we could watch some more cams. So I obliged her and put it on. She scrolled through until she found a girl she liked and started rubbing herself through her pants and I was steadily getting harder watching her. She looked up and saw how hard I was and asked me to come to her side of the truck. I got out and walked around but she met me halfway and pulled her pants down, leaned onto the hood of the rig with her pussy on full display and begged me to eat her out.
So I immediately dropped to my knees and started licking and sucking her pussy, rubbing her clit with my tongue, sliding my tongue inside her and the running my tongue up her ass before eating that tight little brown hole. I ate her out until her cum covered my face and her legs were shaking. She told me she needed my cock in her now. We walked to the back of the truck and I bent her over and slid my cock into her raw as fuck. She was so tight and her pussy gripped and pulsated my cock perfectly. I fucked her hard, pounding my cock into her cervix, she came all over my cock and begged for more.
All total she came twice from eating her out and 3 times from me fucking her. I told her I was about to cum and she said to cum inside her, so I didn't question it as I unloaded a massive load deep inside of her. As any gentlemen should do, I helped her clean up, planting gentle kisses on her pussy as I used a damp rag to wipe her down and listen to her soft moans as I kissed her pussy.
She told me that she has never had anyone that treated her so good after sex. Of course that boosted my ego some, but I replied that it is how any lady should be treated.
To be continued......
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[S/S] The Sisters Grimm: We Met Up with Swingers. One of Whom Discovers a Love of Incest. (Update 14)
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Disclaimer(s): This story contains G/G content (duh) and B/G content in a 4-way orgy. If LGBT+ incest or open couples aren't your things then no hard feelings! Our names are Marina (30 - author, narrator) and Alexa (29 - stole a pack of free saltine crackers from a restaurant once and returned them because she "didn't want to go to prison"). Yes, we are real sisters. And we can assure you that your dick is probably fine, no need to show us to "check and make sure."
**As always, all sex acts are performed by adults aged 18+ with full consent. Remember, consent is sexy.**
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Today started off a hell of a lot better than most of the days this week. Namely, it started with a cute little movie date. My sister heard about this new movie that just came out called Skinamarink, I think was its name. Knew nothing about it other than it was some sort of found-footage horror movie that's supposed to bring out your deepest childhood fears or something, I have no idea. "Well we have plenty of that," I laughed. So, let's check it out.
About 20 minutes into the movie and Alexa finally broke the silence. "...I stopped playing The Sims 4 for *this*? What the fuck is even happening?"
"Dude, I don't know," I shook my head, "I thought you said that people loved this movie."
"They did!!" she exclaimed, "Literally nothing's happening and I can't see shit. This is dumb." With that, she pressed pause and started texting someone instead. So much for our movie date. "Look, go find us something better while I do this real fast."
"Do what, who're you texting?"
"Who do you think? We're meeting Jesus tonight, remember? So I'm gonna text him and see if he's up to just do lunch instead."
"Wait, what?" I paused, "Hm- Oh! Wait, that's today?"
"Duh!" Alexa feigned her surprise. I always forget this shit.
So a little backstory, Jesus is this guy we know who's the nicest dude in the face of the Earth, has long hair, and a full beard. So, naturally, we nicknamed him Jesus. I don't think we ever called this dude by his actual name, to be honest. Anyway, Jesus's girlfriend works backstage at this local nightclub. We'd never met her, personally. But she and Jesus enjoy an open relationship like we do (I met Jesus on a local fetish site).
Yes, of course his girlfirend knows about his escapades ***because consent is sexy.*** And she wants to meet these mysterious girls he keeps talking about, so we organized something for today. Which I totally forgot about because I'm crap. We've known Jesus for about 6 or 7 months, but we've only ever hooked up maybe 4 or 5 times, most of our chats occur over the phone or online.
Seriously though, this guy's amazing. Never let us down when we needed him, either. He's always been really good to us, and his girlfriend's super cute as well. From the pictures we've shared with her, she likes what she sees. So we're hoping for a fun swinging night. "God, I can't... can't wait... ugh..." I groaned before suddenly and spectacularly passing out.
*Narcolepsy, of course!!* I cursed myself as my eyes close and I fell into a lump of jelly on the couch. I saw my sister smiling out of the corner of my dimming eyes as she came over and fluffed up a pillow, placing it under my head, and threw a blanket over me. Stress aggravates narcolepsy and makes me have sudden attacks from time to time. Nothing I can do about it, unfortunately.
I got up groggy and disheveled, and it took me a solid 3 or 4 minutes to get my engine restarted. I shifted myself up and checked the time, apparently only an hour's passed. Oh wow, that's not too bad. Alexa, having heard my shuffling about, came out to check up on me, apparently all pampered up and ready to go out. Her heels clattered against the wooden floor as she sighed with relief, "Oh thank God, you're up. Go get dressed, moron!"
Mind you, if you're not aware, it takes women a while to actually get ready. We gotta put on makeup, pick out an outfit, and so on. Thankfully when there's two of you and you share the same wardrobe, it becomes a lot easier. I quickly give my arms and legs a once-over (well, as quickly as I can, my legs are very long) as Alexa and I shuffle through ideas on what to wear before finally settling on something that's just peak slut.
We got there about 5 minutes late, so fashionably late, I'd consider. And like I said, we were properly whorish. Mind you, it was like 2 fucking degrees outside. And I had on a black blouse, strappy heels, boot-cut low-rise jeans with a red thong poking out the top, and this super cute little fuzzy bomber jacket. Alexa had on a baggy sweatshirt and short skirt with matching black strappy heels -- but it's what she had hiding underneath that baggy sweatshirt of hers that mattered most. It was fucking *freezing*, so as soon as Jesus opened the door, we hustled inside like a couple of cats that had been left out too long.
Frankly, we've had a long last few days, and we were really looking forward to spending a day with friends, so this was a massively welcome break for us. I just totally forgotten because of all the shit that's been going on, but what can you do. Jesus led us into his humble little home, his girlfriend hopping off the couch to come greet us. "Hello," she introduced herself, "I'm (obviously fake name) Mary, nice to meet you!" (Mommy pun intended, although they're unrelated IRL, I just thought it'd be funny to call her that)
Now, I'm gonna cut a really long story short. We actually had a really nice, wholesome conversation over lunch. He made us a platter of pork shu mai dumplings with fried rice and noodles and it was fucking delicious. As it turned out, his girlfriend actually had no idea we were romantically involved and was quite shocked to hear about our relationship. She thought we only experimented a little and just liked swinging, or threesomes with very little interaction. So, with her permission, I'm jotting down the experience more from her perspective than ours.
Jesus and Mary (fuck, that's funny to read as I edit this) joined us in the living room, but her eyes remained firmly fixed on us. "So when did all of this start?" she asked us. Imagine her surprise when Alexa told her 10 years ago. She just stared at us wide-eyed with her mouth agape like she'd seen a ghost or something. "Uh-hm. I'm sorry, I just honestly wasn't expecting... uh... so how does that work, exactly?"
"Oh? How does what work?" I asked her. "Our relationship? I mean, kinda the same as any other couple, honestly (well, as long as both parties are nymphomaniacs). Would you like to know anything in particular, or...?"
"Well like... uh... I..." She brushed her straight brown bang from her eye. She's a short, petite young woman, with curly brunette hair in a ponytail and a straight side-part on the front. Like us, she was dressed quite provocatively, wearing a white tube dress that left little of her perky small tits to the imagination. Although she undeniably had a sense of politeness and propriety about her. She might've looked like a sex-starved girl, but she very much acted like a dignified lady. She asked us many, many questions for about 2 hours over the dining room table, then in the living room, much to my delight. I actually genuinely enjoy it when people ask us honest, open questions instead of just assuming shit or only focusing on the sexual crap.
"Alright, so like, how do dates work? You two look so much alike, you might as well be twins, how do you, you know, kiss in public without people staring?" or, "How do you guys do damage control? What if someone else in your family found out, do you have like a backup plan? Does your mom give you guys an alibi?" All great questions, and we loved every second of it. Of course, we followed up with questions of our own. How she got into swinging, how she met Jesus, what clubs they go to, stuff like that.
One funny moment is after we asked her how she met Jesus, she tried following up with, "What about you, how'd you two mee-- ah, uh." Yeah, we met almost 30 years ago. Honestly no idea why we got together, it seems like for the first few weeks after we met, we did nothing but cry and moan and wail. Oh well.
Eventually, however, she relented to her baser curiosities. "Alright, I'm wondering how much you two *really* have in common... I'm curious..." We just grinned at each other like, how could we refuse the request of such a polite lady?
"Hmm... How about a little striptease?" I offered her, and she immediately and gleefully accepted. She immediately took out her phone, putting on some house EDM, and sat down to enjoy the show.
Jesus already had his dick out, he knew what's up. Mary was passively stroking it as we started our little striptease, which quickly turned into one hell of a dirty dance between us. We were grinding on each other \*hard.\* Alexa's round, beautiful ass backed up into my pussy and she was pressing it into me and swaying and moaning the whole time, it was delicious. Meanwhile Mary was sitting there enjoying our little session apparently quite a bit, judging by the pace at which she was jerking off her boyfriend by this point.
Eventually we finally got around to removing each other's clothes, revealing our matching red lacy bras and thongs underneath, which immediately perked the both of them up even more. Jesus started giving his girlfriend a good once-over, lifting her dress up revealing her cute pink panties. We were far too busy with one another by this point, however, and it didn't take us long before we were teasing the couple by inching our tongues ever closer together.
"Oh for fuck's sake, just make out already!" Mary finally shouted at us, totally out of character for her usually polite self, as she and her boyfriend gave one another some fantastically hot handjobs. I'm shocked they were able to keep up the pace for so long without the arms tiring out, but they were so undeniably turned on. "Please, I just want to see you two kiss!" she begged and pleaded.
With devilish smiles, we finally gave in to her demands, kissing as long and hard as we ever do, our tongues doing just as much dancing as our bodies. "Oh my God, that's *so fucking hot*," I heard her exclaim through her high-pitched, adorable moans, clearly having way too much fun to leave us out of it.
"Would you like a turn?" I asked, spanking my sister's ass and grinning with delight. I love watching my sister with others, it's so amazing. It's like performance art or something.
"Oh my God, *do I!*" She practically leapt off the couch, leaving a metaphorical snail-trail of pussy juice behind her as she went to kiss Alexa. Meanwhile my poor sister, already tall even without the heels, had to bend down awkwardly to kiss this petite woman, which looked rather humorous from where I was standing. Jesus was having an absolute ball on the couch, and I happily went over and gave him some much-needed attention. After asking permission, my mouth quickly reverted to doing what God intended for it to do, which was to wrap itself around a lovely, throbbing cock.
I absolutely *love* giving head. Both on male and female anatomy. With the former, I love the subtle language the cock speaks as my tongue tickles and teases it. I love the way it throbs and twitches, as if it's an entity separate from the man controlling it. I love exploring the little nooks and crannies, and finding hidden pressure points. It's truly an art form, and such a fulfilling one at that. Not to mention the warm, delicious reward it bestows on me afterwards. Alexa sat down beside me, placing her hand approvingly on the back of my head as Mary straddled her and made out. What a wholesome family activity.
After 5 minutes, Mary climbed off of Alexa, clearly wanting more than just a kiss at this point. She sat down on the far side of the couch, spreads her legs, and demanded I give her fair attention. My sister and I finally finished removing our lingerie, prompting Mary to exclaim, "Wow, you two really *are* alike..." upon seeing our matching pierced implants. I'm not sure why, but it's just that shock realization of how similar my sister and I are that gets me going every time and is such a turn-on. It makes me feel so naughty and devious, if that makes sense.
And man, *man*, her pussy tasted good. She had an extremely tight little pussy, I could barely fit 2 fingers inside her. Her lips were so incredibly amazing as well, they puffed out only slightly, just the right amount. And as she spread her legs, they almost peeled open, stuck together by her thickened natural lubrication. I dove in and relished every lick I got. Her hole was remarkably warm and pulsated constantly, practically clutching at my tongue to keep it from leaving, like a loving mother tightly hugging her offspring. I moaned with pleasure at her taste, the vibrations of my voice making her inner walls quiver joyously. What an amazing pussy.
Of course, it was only polite that our respective romantic partners finished each other off. After all, she seemed most turned on by watching my sister and I go at it. So after getting Mary nice and warmed up, I brushed Alexa's hair, coaxing her off Jesus's unbending cock, and gave my sister a wet, sloppy kiss. Our drool fell without any care onto Jesus's lap as we gave his cock one last double-kiss before moving on to each other. My sister's mouth tasted like cock, and it turned me on so much, I loved it. She pressed me to the floor as Mary climbed up for the best seat in the house, riding Jesus reverse-cowgirl and watching us with a delightfully seditious look in her eyes. She looked positively animalistic, watching us like a hawk as Alexa turned around and planted her pussy right in my face.
While my sister's pussy was, of course, the most familiar to me, it didn't make it any less of an utter pleasure to experience. Our pussies are, by most people's accounts, identical on the inside. Stretchy, with very strong but elastic muscles. Whenever I finger her, I can usually place as many fingers as I wish with very little preparation, but she'll grip me extremely tightly with little warning. And man, does she not let go. It's like putting your arm into a blood pressure reader. Not to mention, we both have this tendency for our clits to noticeably twitch, which I gotta say, is incredibly hot to witness.
Oh, and we're squirters. Not sure if I mentioned. But fucking hell, we cum like we're pissing when we're this turned on. And boy, did we not hold back. Mary definitely didn't expect us to cum that hard because in between her moans of pleasure, I heard a very distinct gasp of surprise as she saw us launch our juices like we were a couple fire hydrants or something.
"Oh my God, that's *so hot*! Oh God! *Oooohh!!"* she screamed bloody murder as she rode Jesus to what was almost certainly the most exquisite orgasm this little woman's ever experienced. She just kept screaming and riding and Jesus was thrusting as fast and hard as he possibly could, his cock never once leaving her pocket but coming damn close on multiple occasions. My sister and I sat there, still lying one on top of the other, watching in awe as she rode him like an absolute motherfucker for over a minute, finally collapsing back onto her boyfriend in a soaked, limp mass. She was thoroughly and utterly ravished, and entirely spent. It was magical.
"Oh my *God*..." she sighed, her voice deepened from the aftershocks of the hot, sweaty sex, "That was *amazing*."
Yeah, I think it's fair to say she has a bit of an incest fetish that she didn't know she had. But holy shit, that was so fucking hot to witness. She was just covered in sweat and her hair was all messed up and her eyes bloodshot. She looked like a truly hot, sticky mess of a human being. Jesus carefully lifted her off him, his cock uncorking her pussy and spilling out a mixture of their juices in its wake. She better be on the pill or something, otherwise she's absolutely having triplets, no question.
She wanted to get us to stay for dinner, but just that one orgasm thoroughly tired us out. Personally, I doubt either of us could've topped that anyway. I told her we had to go home to shower and take a nap together, which made her positively tingle. It's so adorable when you see that excitement in someone's face. Her beady brown eyes stuck to us the whole time as we dressed back up. And unsurprisingly, she told us before we left, "You both are welcome back anytime."
And we'd be happy to do just that. To be honest, she was very beautiful, sure. But not cute in the "I'm smoking hot" way. More cute in the sort of "Shy but undeniably cute librarian" sort of way. Of course that's not why we'd go back. I mean, it's a nice bonus, of course. But it's also beside the point.
Bluntly, it seems like life's thrown me a lot of curveballs lately. Just the other day I had a friend of mine slut-shame me and stop talking to me. Alexa had a similar situation, a friend of hers of about 3 years left her for reasons beyond her control. It's depressing and it put us both in a funk. Sex, that's fine, that's whatever. But what's really rewarding to me personally, is being able to sit down and have a lovely conversation with beautiful people, sex or not. I'll take that over just the sex anyday, I say with no shame of my own.
We went home wearing smiles on our faces. I had plans later on that evening, so I took a nap after showering. Alexa spent the rest of her time finishing a model train she was working on for a while now. Overall, an excellent way to spend a Saturday. And yes, we are absolutely planning on visiting them sometime again.
(Also as a total sidebar: We did finish the movie I mentioned at the beginning and it fucking sucked and I don't know why everyone's obsessing over it. We cleansed our palette today with some of the new Hellraiser which kicks ass. Fight me. You won't.)
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[M/S] My mother accidentally sent me a video of herself - Update 3
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Things moved slowly after my last post, that’s why there hasn’t been any updates.
The more I thought about what I’d done in front of my mother, the more paranoid I became. Strange thoughts entered my mind, I wondered if I was good enough, big enough for her. I wondered if my orgasm impressed her or scared her away. I wondered what she must be thinking right now, she watched her own son shoot his load after all. My mother never reached out on the adult site again, I had a hard time processing that.
The picture my mother had sent me, the one with her naked back arched and her round cheeks spread, had haunted me so much I drew a pencil sketch of it. I had spent a few days on the sketch, trying to capture as much of her beauty as I could manage. I posted the sketch on my profile, only my friends could see it.
My mother reached out that evening, she must have seen the picture as I hoped she would. At first she was embarrassed, then flattered, then embarrassed again. When I asked her why she felt embarrassed her only response was, “It’s very detailed.” I smiled at that, she was of course referring to the care I took when I drew her anus. I had been throbbing the entire time drawing her, fantasising about her reaction to my picture. She now knew just how closely I can really look at something.
Gradually our conversation became sexual again. I admitted to her that I’ve been very frustrated lately. I mentioned offhandedly that women are lucky in that regard, a couple of toys and they’re sorted. She surprised me by admitting that she’s never used a toy before, an intimate detail I didn’t expect her to share with me so directly. I recalled her post where she mentioned masturbating in her bed, in my mind's eye I had pictured her pressing a vibrator against herself. The realisation that she only had her fingers to use made me so hard I felt like I could cum in my pants.
I offered to buy her one, to show her what she’s missing. She brushed it off, probably thinking I was teasing her. It was getting late, when she finally logged off I stayed up, searching for the perfect toy. I had know idea what she’d like so I settled on something that both vibrates and is designed to penetrate. Placing the order filled me with so much adrenaline I had trouble sleeping that night.
A few days later, just before Christmas my mother called, she was upset with me. It wasn’t the toy that had upset her, she was angry about it being delivered directly to her house. The more I explained to her that the delivery guy has no idea what’s in the package, the angrier she got with me. I didn’t feel like arguing with her about it so I apologised and ended the call. When we spoke again on Christmas eve she was still upset which made the call awkward.
On new years eve I got a text from her. She had her best friend over, a woman I’ve known my entire life, and took a picture together wishing me a happy new year. When I called them back they both seemed a little drunk which made me laugh. I didn’t feel any tension between us during the call, but it might have been the alcohol that made her forget to be angry with me.
More than a week passed before she reached out to me on the adult site. We made small talk for a while before she apologised to me for being distant. When I told her that there’s nothing to apologise for she disagreed, telling me how much she appreciated the toy I had bought her. I hesitated before asking her if she’d used it, instantly hard in anticipation of her answer. She admitted that she’s been using it daily ever since new year.
I recalled her friend being over that night and asked her, “Why new year?” She didn’t respond for a long time, but when she did my mouth dropped open in surprise. She explained to me that she had told her friend about the toy. Her friend was curious, neither of them had used one before so they tried it out together. Shocked, I asked her “On each other?” She laughed it off, saying no, they just took turns using it on themselves.
My mind raced, imagining them having orgasms in front of each other. They grew up together, I wondered if they had done something like this in the past, when they were younger. Horny out of my mind I brought up the night she had watched me for the first time since it had happened. Her only response was “Not tonight.” She quickly changed the subject, asking me if I'm going to draw again. I promised her I would before she ended our conversation.
“Not tonight.” That’s all I’ve been able to think about these last couple of days. It wasn't a yes, but it also wasn't no.
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[B/S] We're moving!
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Hello! Long time no see, friends. As the title says, we are moving. I ended up only being gone for a few months due to injury, as well as illness. I apologize for the long hiatus, and no updates. However, I didn't really feel like rehashing a whole bunch of sex posts for no reason other than to give people wank material. This was meant as something more important than that for me. However this gave me a community of like-minded people, so it migrated from just a pseudo therapy session where I could write out my past, and what caused my sister and I to get together, and became something about being able to continue sharing experiences. Something for me to be able to belong somewhere in a way that makes me exceptionally different in normal society. However, including sexy events can make everyone feel included, so in this post you'll get all of that. But, you didn't come here to read this emotional outpouring, you came for an update. If you're new here, hello! Glad you're here, and you're in good company. 2 small disclaimers… I obviously don’t remember conversations verbatim, but I do my best. I also leave out ones that I have no idea what was said, or give a brief synopsis of the gist of the conversation. Second thing is, remember that Tasha and I really only do rough sex, and that includes degradation. That will be included in future posts. With that being said, let's just get into it I guess.
Title basically says the tl;dr of it all, but there's a lot of shit to go over, so I guess I'll go into all that. We will see how long this ends up being, but I suspect rather long. I will just be starting from when I got back until present day, and go into the near future.
When I got back, we spent around a month of time together as just us as a family until savings started getting really sparse, and I needed to get back to work. When I called my boss, he gave me the phone number to one of the VP’s for my company, saying that they had a proposal for me before I resumed normal duties. So I gave him a call, and he told me that they needed 6 guys to go to a new country for a 3 week on, 3 week off job, fly in, fly out to break ground in a new country. It's a 6 month temporary thing, and if we like it, we get an incentive bonus for us to move to said country and continue employment, but in a permanent manner. Otherwise, your previous position would be kept open for you to move back into, no harm, no foul. They would be doing most of the work to get us visas, as well as citizenship if possible if we decided to stay. It was too good to pass up on. So after frankly, a brief discussion with Tasha, we decided to go for it. The only outcomes were we wanted to give it a go, and hated it, so we move back eventually, or we love it and we want to stay, and we have to learn a new language. Oh, the humanity!
Well, we are nearing the end of the 6 month trial period, and we decided to give it a go. I love it when I'm at work, as the country is absolutely gorgeous, and the people are super friendly, and welcoming. We started looking into properties last week, as well as pricing out building a house with buying some land. Of course, because nothing can be simple, her best friend Jen wants to come with us, because she is tired of not being able to find work around here, as well as wanting a change of scenery. Her husband, Chris, up until recently was vehemently against just getting up and leaving their lives behind. About 6 weeks ago he got laid off, and is now looking for work in a rather niche area of expertise, which is nearly impossible to find work in currently, but has transferable skills to mechanics. I'm sure you can see where this is going. I asked my company about possibly hiring him as my apprentice, and they were ecstatic about it, as they need to replace one of the more senior mechanics who is moving into a supervision role, and he doesn't want to stay in the new country, so this solves the issue of looking for a new mechanic with no criminal record, who also wants to move to a different continent.
All of this said, we are scheduled to move within the next 2 months, without getting too specific. We all decided to just basically sell everything that doesn't have sentimental value to cut down on the cost of moving so far, and shipping the rest to the new place, and just buying new furnishings.
Now... I know some people are asking why in the hell would they be so willing to get out of the country and come with us? Well, that's multi-faceted as most things are. The primary things are:
* Firstly, her and my wife have been best friends since I think 11, and they have been asked by copious amounts of people if they are lesbian partners over the years. They haven't gone longer than a week without seeing each other since they became friends back in middle school, and often meet up at least 2 - 3 times a week. She was also the maid of honor at our ceremonial wedding (Chris was also the best man).
* Secondly, she has been swamped at work in the child care industry since the end of the first lockdown. Everywhere has been really understaffed, and it's just exhausting for her, so she really wanted to just press 'reset' on their lives, and this gives them a perfect opportunity to do just that.
* Thirdly they both have issues with their family that I won't get into, as it's not my place. Him more-so than her, but that's where I will leave this. Somewhat tying into this is the fact that Jen basically had a friend break-up with most of her friend group because of some catty bullshit that I honestly didn't pay much attention to.
* The fourth reason, will be talked about below.
* The final straw was Chris losing his job with no immediate prospects for anything resembling the pay they are used to seeing. Jen had obviously been willing before then, but was fervently for it afterwards, and Chris wasn't a hard sell then.
As for the fourth reason, here it is. Now I can focus completely on it, and try to limit digressions. So, the final reason behind it is an admittedly small consideration, but is still there; Chris and Jen are swingers. They've been active in the scene for the better part of a decade, and love the lifestyle. I didn't know this until during this event, however Tasha did. Recently with the implosion of Jen's friend group, who also happened to be their swinger's group as well, they are kind of out of sorts with that aspect of their lives. Barring Tasha and myself. This is a relatively new thing for all of us, however it has brought a ton of happiness and horniness to our lives. So now you get to hear about how my sister and I got involved with another couple, who are really close friends of ours… In the next update, because I’m not done writing yet, and I’m at 6 pages in this God forsaken Google Doc. So, see you soon.
Edit: A spelling mistake got through that I just noticed. Also, formatting issues.
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19F My favorite ride at the fair is dick
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I (19F) lost my virginity at the age of 18, a bit of a late bloomer compared to most girls. My family is quite senior in the local church community, and good Christian girls didn’t do it until they married.
The fair was in town over the holidays as I hit my 18th birthday. I went with some friends and got chatted up by one of the fair people, a guy named Manny. I never asked his age, he was probably mid 20's. The second night I went back alone. He was there and I got to ride on all the rides free, plus he bought me a few beers.
We ended up back at his caravan. I’d never been kissed like that before, tongue in the mouth. I then felt his hands all over my body; I’d let guys feel my boobs, but never anything below the waist. He was rubbing the front of my pants and I felt like I was floating. When he touched my pussy, it was just pure pleasure. He then went down on me, and I had my first orgasm with somebody else; it was so lovely. I didn’t stop him when he took my panties off and got on top of me. He rubbed his penis through my labia. I almost screamed when I felt him enter me; it was magical. There was no pain, just pleasure, and I had another orgasm moments after he had fully penetrated me.
Even at 18, I knew Manny didn’t have any feelings for me; he just wanted to use my body, especially my pussy, for his enjoyment; and guess what? I didn’t care. I adored the feeling of a man’s cock in my vagina; it was a wonderful sexy feeling. Halfway through the sex he started sucking my breasts; this has become a lifelong love. I recall he started to groan and sped up, his dick going in and out of me very quickly, I felt him cum inside me. He wasn’t wearing any protection, and when I stood up, he laughed at the look on my face as what felt like a gallon of his spunk came rushing out of me and down my legs. I had assumed that the stuff stayed inside the woman’s body; I was so naive.
He asked me to stay for a drink, but I told him I needed to go as it was late. He said no problem; he would drive me home so I could stay a bit longer. I can’t remember what I drank, but it was laced with alcohol. Around half an hour later, I ask him to take me home, and he said sure after another fuck.
Manny then takes my jeans off and bends me over the couch, and enters me again. I was a little sore at first but soon got back into it. This time he was fast and furious; I again sensed I was being used and loved the sensation of my body being used by a man. Afterwards, he drove me home.
I woke up the next day terrified I was pregnant! I remember thinking I would have to commit suicide or run away if I was pregnant. All the previous night's enjoyment left me in a wave of fear. I decided to go into town to get the morning-after pill I’d heard of. I then went to the bathroom to find I’d come on during the night! I’ve never been so grateful for making a mess in my pijamas.
I don’t regret what I did at just 18 years of age; I had a brilliant first time and got away with it. It’s unfair that if I was male, I would have bragged about losing my virginity within days of becoming legally able to have sex, but due to my circumstances and the times it happened, I had to pretend I was virtuous until I was older. Manny, in the unlikely event you read this, sweetheart, thank you.
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Pencil Skirt Part 3 (f20m30s) [humil, kink, public, dubcon, office, toys, bdsm, dreams]
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Mr. Mortson shoves me against the wall in the copier room. He slams his lips into mine, lifts me up by my ass and forces himself into me. I cry out, gaining the attention of Ms. James, who enters and says, "Oh my!" I look at her, open my mouth to explain some bull about how it's not what it looks like - but I'm taken aback by Mr. Mortson cumming in my pussy. I cry out, raking his back with my nails. My face is flushed, people are watching, I'm the office slut- I don't think I mind it? "Mr. Mortson!" I cry out-
BEEP BEEP BEEP
I sit up with a shock. That was a dream?! I sigh and shut off my alarm. It's 5am. Plenty of time to get ready, hit the gym, and get to the office by 9am. I sit up all the way and reach for my phone, beginning to open Facebook to scroll, when the feeling I didn't expect hits me.
I'm horny? At 5am?
I suppose the dream did a number on me.
I shake it off, 5am is too early. I get myself out of bed, find some workout clothes, and head out for my morning run.
Five years ago I would have laughed if you told me I was this person. I hated running. Since I started working for Mortson, I have found a lot of joy in starting my day like this. It makes me feel invigorated and energized. I don't get it either, but it works.
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I come back in from my run, lock the door, pop off my shoes and head to the kitchen. I throw together a quick fruit smoothie and sip on my way to the shower. I stop to put my cat Spoons on the way. He's a good cat.
Finally, I head the bathroom, set my smoothie down, and strip. I set the water to warm. While I wait for it to heat up, I catch myself in the mirror. My breasts look perkier than normal, maybe clamps normally do that? My mind flashes back to last night, and I feel the buzz between my legs again. Note to delf: buy one of those things whenever I figure out what exactly it was! That was the best orgasm of my life!
With a blink, I'm brought back to reality, where my fingers are working at my clit absent-mindedly. I stop moving, shocked by this, but then let my fingers dive deeper into my body. Dipping into the wet space between my legs and coaxing a gasp from my own mouth. At some point, my leg popped up on the sink counter, and I'm knuckle deep in myself. I'm crying out as my fingers ravage my own insides, I feel a peak come and go, and I slow down gently. Spoons mews behind me, and I glance back at him laughing.
"Don't be a perv Spoons. I'll give you breakfast when I'm all clean."
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"Good morning, Ms. Tackett." It's the first voice I hear when I step out of the elevator. All sorts of things happen to my body as I look up and lock eyes with him. Being forced into office sex slavery with him really brings out his eyes.
"G-good morning, si- Mr. Mortson." I mutter our awkwardly. He smiles at me.
"Come to my office, I would like you to see some files." I gulp. Files? That drawer? I shiver. I sit my bag and blazer down at my tiny desk and enter his office, the door closing behind me. "I obviously cannot make you sign a legally binding contract about our deal, as I'm sure what we are both doing is against the rules, but I wanted to talk that through with you now that you have a clear head and see what you were thinking. Would you prefer some form of documentation?" He asks.
"Oh, no no, I just, you know with you, with you being a lawyer and all, I just thought maybe, maybe you'd want papers, but yeah that's silly of me to, to think about given the the circumstances." I'm so nervous. He touches me on her shoulder, hand going down my back.
"Oh my nervous little slut, this is a safe space. You don't need to be nervous." I'm very nervous. "Let's add an amendment to the deal because I love seeing your fear and pleasure, but I don't want you feeling trapped. As long as we agree the information never leaves our brains, we can both walk away from this deal at any time. So if you walk away, you lose this job but you won't have to be my slut anymore. That way, I'm not forcing you to stay forever in a life of sin you may not want soon. Is that okay?"
"Yes, that actually makes me feel better knowing I have an out if I need it." I say, looking up at him.
"Perfect! This makes me feel better too. Maybe you won't be quite so nervous." I nod. "Okay, so I have a few tasks for you today, Ms. Tackett." I sigh in relief. This is much more normal office work. "First, give me your panties." I look up at him in shock. His hand is open and extended towards me.
"But what if I bend-" he shakes his hand as it's extended. "Yes, sir." I pull my panties off and hand them to him. He smiles and places them in his metal box drawer, where he also pulls out an egg-shaped item.
"Now, place this in your pussy." I look shocked at him. "My door is set to auto lock behind me now. No one will walk in unless they have a key, and no one has a key. Now, put it in." My face must be beet red, I'm so nervous. I pull my skirt up above my pussy, reach down and try to put it in. It feels so big.
"I think it's too big." I say softly.
"Then spit on it and get it in there." I'm humiliated at this point, but I'm scared to say no. I'm also excited to see where this goes? Who am I?
I do as he suggested, spitting on it and trying again. I slide the egg up and down my lips, I realize now it's made of plastic of some kind. Not a real egg, but some kind of plastic egg. Very interesting. I spread my legs further and it finally slips in. I push it up just a little higher so it doesn't fall out. I start to pull my skirt down.
"Hold on, turn and put your hands on the chair arms." I nod and do so, my head is resting on the seat back. A finger enters me, pushing the egg just a bit further back so it can't go further. I gasp out. He gives me ass a little smack and says "stand." I do so, and he spins me around, handing me back my panties. "I'll go easy for day 1. That should stay in you all day until I take it out. Cum as much as you can or want, I don't care. Just remember, only you and I know about this little gift." I nod and pull my panties on, pulling my skirt over them. This is different than wearing a tampon, it's deeper, I can't do much without feeling it pressing on the back of my womb. The feeling is so full and incredible. "Okay, we have a briefing for a new case at 1pm. I need you to go and ACTUALLY write the memo for the staff on this one. Finish by 1pm, and you can sit in on the case briefing by the staff. Got it Tackett?" I nod. "Good, go get to work. And leave my door propped open." It takes a moment for me to learn to walk with this egg in my pussy, it feels so strange but SO good. The walking makes it rub against my walls and makes me ache with need. At least I'll be at my desk most of the day.
I sit in my chair and open up my laptop, I'm about to start working on the memo while looking at the case file. This case is short, it won't take long to write the memo. 1pm was a wild deadline, that'd four hours to go! I'll finish this in 30 minutes. I start reading scrolling, and typing the memo on company letterhead, the case is minimum and simple. We will win this one for sure.
I'm writing the third sentence when my phone dings. It's a text. I pick it up and look at the message. "1pm will be more challenging than you think." It's from an unknown number, it much be Mortson's personal cellphone number not his company phone. Makes sense. But why will 1pm be challenging? The case is simple!
That's when the buzzing starts, I jump a little in my seat, startling some nearby employees. I smile awkwardly and reach as if I'm picking up something I dropped. The egg. Is. Vibrating. Inside. Me. Holy fuck. I put my fingers on my laptop keyboard, planning to start typing, but nothing is working. The vibrating is distracting. Okay, I see the challenge now.
I lift my coffee cup my lips, not to take a drunk by to hide the ecstasy I know is written on my face. This is torture. I stand up quietly and walk to the bathrooms, thank God they're single stalled. I step in, turn the fans on, lock the door and let out a little gasp. I rush over, grab the sink with both hands, and ride out my first orgasm. My knees are clenched tightly and my eyes roll back, and they return I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirrors. My face is flushed but other than that you wouldn't know I just had a killer orgasm. The toy is slowing down, and so I smooth out my skirt and take a breath. He's going to do this all day, I need to learn how to cope.
I head back to my desk and work more on the memo, the buzzing has stopped but that won't last long. I get a few sentences typed when it starts up again. I take a moment to close my eyes and process the sensation, and when I open them, he is standing in front of me. I jump. "Oh Mr. Mortson, I'm sorry, I didn't know you were- what can I do for you?" I ask him.
"Oh Ms. Tackett, you don't look well, do you need to head home early?" He asks me. I glare up at him before I soften my look.
"Oh no I'm just fine sir, I think I'm just a little toasty. Did you need something from me?" I ask. He smiles devilishly, I'm not ready. It's another part of this challenge.
"Yes actually! I need you to head over to North Cafe and grab me and the partners lunches if you don't mind! It should be ready so it will only take about 30 minutes to walk there and back!" Walk? With this thing in?
"Oh well I was working on that Memo you gave me earlier-"
"And that is also very important, but Mr. Miles and his hunger tantrums haha!" He laughs. "You don't want to get in the way of those, so you?" He looks down at me devilishly, he knows what he's doing. This is part of the game.
"No Mr. Mortson. Is the order under your name?"
***Sorry this is short, I know some of you were itching for an update! Thought I'd share what I had!! :)
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[S/S] The Sister's Grimm's Recipe Book: Pan-Cooked Steak a'la Incest (Update 12)
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Disclaimer: This recipe contains G/G content and is not vegetarian-safe. Our names are Marina (30 - author, narrator) and Alexa (29 - annoyingly shoving her tits in my face as I type this). Yes, we are real sisters. No, we still do not want you dick pics.
**All culinary acts are performed with full consent by adults age 18+. Remember, consent is the best seasoning.**
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*Ingredients*:
Two (2) 12-14-ounce ribeye steaks with full marbling. Montreal steak seasoning, pinch of oregano, sea salt, black pepper.
Worchestershire sauce. Stick of salted butter. Choice of thick steak sauce. Extra-virgin olive oil.
Two (2) sisters (twins optional, preferably busty). Voracious sexual appetites, questionable morality regarding traditional familial boundaries.
Non-stick pan. Pink and black tank tops thin enough to see nipples (optional). Pair of short checkered skirts (Optional, may substitute for sausage-casing leggings). Thigh-high socks (optional). Cutting board.
*Procedure:*
Unwrap and season both sides of the steak on the cutting board with Montreal seasoning, touch of oregano, and sea salt. Let stand for 15 minutes. While waiting, proceed to place Sister 2 (hereafer Alexa) on the kitchen table. Lift up skirt. Carefully massage pussy until wet. Ideally, Alexa must squeeze thighs against Sister 1 (hereafter Marina)'s head, applying ginger but firm pressure and torque for maximum effect. Note for Alexa: Don't mind the steak resting, feel free to text and/or read a book in the meantime while Marina eats you out, just set an alarm.
Pre-heat pan with a thin slice of butter (almost see-thru), canola oil, and a tablespoon of Worcestershire sauce. Lift up each other's shirts, exposing the other sister's breasts. Carefully massage until nipples harden. Turn around, lift up skirt (rear) and position sister's hand over asshole. Place hand on sister's pussy and insert fingers (as many as required). Moan and tease one another until just about to climax or until the pan is fully heated. Both preparatory stages are important for ensuring a nice even sear and a quick climax in between monitoring the steaks.
Gently lay the steaks in the pan; it should sizzle the moment it touches. Add black pepper, another thin slice of butter, and thick steak sauce (choice) to the steaks in the pan. The thick sauce will counteract the Worcestershire's viscosity and make a thickened sizzling paste. Coat the steak on both sides with a brush. Lift up skirt (rear) and spread apart ass to allow sister to apply rimjob while you supervise the steaks.
Pro tip: Lick in vertical and rotational motions interchangeably as-needed for best results. Moan uncontrollably because your sister licks ass like it's made of candy and she just put 3 fingers inside your pussy. This is where the prep-work pays off. Bring to sharp, dramatic climax. Buckle knees and collapse (optional). Hit head on oven handle while collapsing from climax (optional). Cook steaks for 4-5 minutes on medium-high heat. Taste-test sauce to check consistency and add salt/pepper or additional sauce as needed.
Flip over steaks, re-season as necessary. Turn steaks around the pan to collect all of the residual sauces. Punish sister for making you hit your head on the oven by giving her 4 fingers instead of 3. Place her on kitchen counter, make out while carefully listening to the sizzling. You want to hear a bit of a deeper resonance, that means there's plenty of sauce left over. If so, then rotate steaks again and continue fingering. Place thumb on little sister's clitoris. Collect ladycum from immediate orgasm. Add a drop to steaks (optional). Continue cooking until 4-5 minutes have elapsed.
Plate, coat both steaks in residual juices from pan, let rest for 10-15 minutes. Place both sister's pussies next to each other on kitchen floor. Commence scissoring. Thoroughly and vigorously mix until both pussies produce copious amounts of fluid. This fluid will be used as an early appetizer, drink freely from the mixture. Palette-cleanse using each other's tongues as the medium. Test the edge of the steak to check for correct seasoning application, add or subtract as necessary.
You may choose pair the dish with a choice of cabernet sauvignon, Port, full-bodied beer, pussy juice, or a sharp ginger-flavored beverage. Enjoy!
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A Memorable Ride [F20] [Public Embarrassment] [Solo Softcore]
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It was a bright, sunny day and I was on my way to the library. As a shy girl, I always preferred spending my time in quiet places, away from the crowds and the noise. Today, I had decided to take the bus, hoping it would be less crowded than usual. As I stepped onto the bus, I was relieved to find it almost empty.
I quickly grabbed a seat near the back, hoping I could have a peaceful ride. However, as soon as the bus started moving, I felt an unusual sensation. The vibrations from the old engine seemed to be resonating through the seats, causing a strange tingling feeling in my lower body.
At first, I tried to ignore it, focusing on my book and the scenery outside the window. But as the bus continued to rumble along, the sensation grew stronger and more persistent. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, feeling my cheeks begin to flush with embarrassment. I couldn't believe what was happening – I was getting aroused, right here in public.
My heart raced as the feeling got more intense by the second. My hands began to tremble, making it impossible to hold onto my book. Soon the vibrations sent me over the edge and the full force an orgasm washed over me.
I glanced around nervously, praying that no one would notice the expression on my face or the way my body was reacting. To my relief, the other passengers seemed oblivious, absorbed in their own thoughts and activities.
As the orgasm continued, I tried to suppress any outward signs of pleasure. I bit my lip and clenched my fists, desperately attempting to maintain control. The sensation was overwhelming, sending waves of warmth and pleasure through my entire body. It was incredible, but at the same time, I couldn't help but feel mortified by the situation.
I focused on taking slow, deep breaths, willing the orgasm to subside. The bus hit a bump in the road, sending another jolt of arousal through me. I squeezed my eyes shut, my face burning with shame.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the orgasm began to fade. My breathing gradually returned to normal, and the flush in my cheeks receded. I glanced around again, still terrified that someone might have noticed my ordeal. To my immense relief, everyone remained engrossed in their own world, none the wiser to my experience.
As the bus approached my stop, I gathered my belongings, my legs still weak from the unexpected orgasm. I stood up cautiously, hoping to maintain my composure as I made my way to the exit. The bus came to a halt, and I stepped off, feeling a mix of relief and lingering embarrassment.
The entire walk to the library, I couldn't help but replay the events of the bus ride in my mind. My heart pounded in my chest, and I found it difficult to concentrate on anything else. I had never experienced anything like that before, and the fact that it happened in public made it all the more mortifying.
Once inside the library, I found a secluded corner and sat down, trying to regain my composure. As I opened my book, I couldn't help but notice that the pages were slightly damp from my trembling, sweaty hands.
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[M/S] I am very attracted to my sons. Update 379. You can't hide from Mommy, even in the shower. (repost)
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**This is my post from yesterday. It received so many downvotes that people are telling me they can't see it. I have deleted it and reposted it here. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed experiencing it.**
Standing in the dark hallway, as naked as the day I was born, and feeling like predatory jungle cat preparing an ambush, I listened. My manicured violet nails lightly tapped the wall as I devised an unscrupulous plan to ambush my older son and use him as I see fit. I am his mother, his lover and most of all, his raptorial and needy mistress.
The shower began and I heard him pull back the curtain. Trying to be patient, my loins heated, and I bared my teeth. After a few agonizing moments, I silently opened the door just enough to reach inside and turn off the light.
He had no idea I was now in the bathroom with him, and I heard him utter, "What the hell..."
Patrick continued to shower despite being cloaked in total darkness. I heard him turn and splash water on his face when I slipped in behind him. Inches away from my first-born son and he had no idea anyone was there. Residual water droplets bounced across my wanton body, and I was focused on taking my prey and enjoying him.
"Shhhh..." I hissed as my hands found his waist and closed in on the prize on the other side of his strong body.
Startled he declared "Mom!"
My nude body pressed against his back and butt as my hands stroked his cock and cupped his heavy balls. As I fondled him, without even seeing him, he submitted to the pleasure his mother delivered to his wet and naked body.
"Mmmhmm" was my only response, and I began to kiss his back.
Turning his body to me, we kissed passionately in the dark, under the cascading water. My nails dug into his firm ass cheeks and his hands found my tits. He has always liked my breasts and I love when he touches them.
Breaking the kiss and my grasp of him, I turned and placed a foot on the wall of the bathtub. His hands explored me and then he eased his unbending member into his birthplace. He bent and hugged me before taking my tits in his hands again.
On a random house on a random street, in the shower, the world was blissfully unaware of our lubricious debauchery. We fucked in the dark as the water provided a thunderous silence to help drown out my exhilarating incestuous cries.
After thoroughly making love to his mother, Patrick came deep inside me and shuttered before withdrawing from my body. I never said a word, but left the shower, wrapped myself in a towel and turned the light on as I closed the door behind me.
Like a sexual spirit, visiting a man in the night to feast on his dormant desires and escape, leaving no trace behind.
**My sons are 27 and 22. I will not roleplay with you.**
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[B/S] I (m18) saw my sister (f21) topless and I cannot stop thinking about her tits - (Update - 20 part 2)
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Soon we were both kissing and running our hands on each other’s bodies.I got up and took my shorts off and went ahead and pulled her panties down too. It felt so hot the way she lifted her ass up to let me pull her panties down. I went straight down to her pussy and started feasting on it. She was noticeably loud which reminded me that we were home alone and it only made me go wilder with her. I licked and sucked her labia and clit, slid my finger inside her sucked her juices out. She got up a few moments later and we got into position to do sideways 69. I was all over her body. I was thrusting my hips back and forth fucking her mouth and she had her thighs tightly wrapped around my head rubbing her pussy all over my face.
It went on for a while then my sister loosened her thighs’ grip on me and let go of my head. She was laying on her back and I got on top of her and we kissed. My mouth was covered in her juices. I was humping her thighs, I was rock hard. Without thinking I was moving my lower body on top of her. She spread her legs open and my lower body ended up right in the middle, my cock was now placed on her lower belly just above her pussy and I was rubbing my cock back and forth. We were kissing the whole time, I was squeezing her tits and she had her arms wrapped around me pulling me closer.
I wanted her, I wanted her so bad at that point. I lifted my hips and moved my cock down between her thighs. I let a huge moan out the moment the shaft of my cock felt a slight touch of the outside of her pussy. The actual touch of my cock with her pussy was very brief but I won’t forget the feeling that I felt at that point till my dying breath. Physically, I felt the heat of her thighs which she had closed around my hard cock, I felt the wetness on her thighs which was coming out of her pussy, I felt her arms around me go tighter and her breath go heavy. Emotionally, I was in a different world. I had let go any sense of shame that I ever had, I just wanted to be with her, I wanted all of her.
I kept rubbing my cock on the inside of her thighs inches away from her pussy. Soon she opened her legs completely and wrapped them around my waist. All my attention was focused on where my cock was. My rock hard, precum dripping cock was hardly an inch away from her pussy. I moved my cock a little up and the tip of my cock felt my sister’s pussy for the first time. It felt like a lightening bolt ran down my spine. I moved my hand down, grabbed my hard cock and moved it gently against her pussy. The tip of my cock was moving against her completely soaked labia. I slapped my cock on her dripping wet labia and clit. She had gone completely wild with all this touching of our genitals. ‘’Push it in,’’ she said kissing my neck ‘’I want you inside me, please push it in’’.
That’s all I needed to hear. The tip was placed on her pussy. I very gently moved my hips forward, her pussy opened up and the tip of my cock slid in. ‘’Aaahhhhh fuuuck, she almost screamed wrapping her arms and legs around me even harder. I was in a different world, I felt so horny I was drooling like a wild animal. Her pussy had an extremely tight grip around the head of my cock. I slowly kept pushing my cock inside her wet pussy and that’s when I realised how tight she actually is. I’ve fucked girls before but never have I ever experienced this much tightness. I was able to slide it in because she was extremely wet but the grip around my cock was extremely tight.
I kept pushing myself in very slowing, very gently feeling every passing inch in slow motion, the wetness inside her was unbelievable. She was biting her lips the whole time, burying her head into my chest and holding her breath until I was in all the way. My cock was the hardest I’ve ever felt. I had to rest there for a second to catch my breath. Fuck, it was so fucking tight in there, and wet and hot. I pulled it out gently and slid it back in, this time a little faster. Her moans were louder too. ‘’Fuck me please please please fuck me,’’ she was moaning, almost felt like she was crying. I pulled out and pushed it back in again and again and again harder every time. Her moans were getting louder. We were both sweating.
It was all too hot, our bodies were slapping together. I was feeling juices splashing out of her pussy onto my thighs with each pump. I felt her juices gushing out of her, it was hardly a minute since we started fucking and I could feel her cum already. She was moaning so load, breathing heavy, her body was hot to touch, her face was blushing red and she was sweating. It was just too much, i couldn’t hold any longer. I was surprised that I had lasted this far. I tried to keep strong. I didn’t want this to end. I tried to hold but I couldn’t. I was grunting, drools were coming out of my mouth as I reached to the point of no return. I let go and had that release inside of her and kept pumping as I came. I pushed my cock hard inside her, trying to go as deep as I could shooting the last remaining ropes of my cum. My whole body shook like it never has before, my heart was pounding, my toes curled. I felt that orgasm in every inch of my body.
We had crossed that line. My cock was buried deep inside her, I was still grunting and she was still moaning but it was dying down. We were both breathing heavy. I had collapsed on top of her, still completely focused on the tightness of her pussy. We stayed like this for a long time, my cock still inside her.
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[F/d] [M/d] I've become a kinky toy for my parents to play with, and I love it
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I'm still pinching myself to see if I'm dreaming. I feel like I've travelled into an alternate universe porn parody of my life. I've cut out some bits for brevity (like people going out to shop or work) and tried to write it as sexily as I can for you weird perverts 😉. None of the speech in this is verbatim to what was actually said, but it's close enough that you get the idea. Also, I apologize for any terrible grammar or odd tense changes, I'm not great at writing.
a few years back I moved out of my parents house, and while I was away I discovered (or came to terms with) the fact I am bisexual after hooking up with my roommate. Then, because of a number of reasons I won't go into, I had to move back to live with my parents again. Things were normal for a while, I told mom I'm bisexual and not only was she supportive but she confessed to me that she was too, so we had a chat and a hug about that. A few weeks went by and over that time I noticed mom started to act differently towards me. She'd “accidentally” have her towel a bit too low after a shower. She started wearing tighter and more revealing clothes. There was one time she was sunbathing in the garden and turned over to talk to me, “forgetting” that her bikini top was undone and momentarily flashing me with her (admittedly fantastic) tits. Both her and dad would sneak glances at my chest or ass if I wore tight clothes or something low cut, or would say something just inappropriate enough to be suspicious. At this point I was still sure that everything so far (the wardrobe accidents, the sexy clothes, the comments) was just in my head and I was just fooling myself into thinking they were deliberately being more sexually suggestive towards me. However, the thought of them finding me sexy did still manage to make me horny a lot. I should say now that my parents are pretty good looking and I had fantasized about dad in the past. I would imagine myself telling him to pull over when he is driving so I can sit in his lap and ride him, for example. In retrospect I probably would've fantasized about mom too (and lots of other women) had I not stopped myself and adamantly refused to accept I was bi. Well, I now knew I was bi and was very aware of mom and dads good looks, so I started to frequently masturbate while thinking of them (sometimes letting out the occasional moan of “mommy” or “daddy” if I was sure they wouldn't hear). I began to sneak glances of my own. I went without a bra entirely. It felt to me like this weird game of chicken where we would all act like we were stars in a porn video but nobody would acknowledge it. I knew that I was just making up their side of it all in my head, that they weren't really attracted to me, but the more I pretended they were the more it fuelled my fantasies and the more perverted I got. I felt so ashamed about what I was doing but it had come to be like an addiction.
After this had gone on for a while, I woke up very late one night. As I checked the time on my phone I realized there were sounds coming from the living room. Our house only has the one floor and is mostly very open, so when I leave my bedroom I just need to go down the hall a few feet and turn the corner to see through to rest of the hallway and into the living room. Well that's exactly what I did that night, and so that's the night I saw mom riding dad on the couch. The couch faces away from where the hallway is so I couldn't see dads front or most of the “action”, and everything was extremely dark, but it was still super hot to have the chance to experience them fucking so brazenly. I worked my hand down towards my pussy and started fingering myself as I watched them. Hearing mom moaning and dad grunting as he fucked her got me wetter than maybe ever before. I carried on for a minute or so, and as I did I closed my eyes and revelled in the pleasure. I thought they wouldn't know I was there (the lights were off and the hallway I was in gets pitch black at night), but a couple of moments after closing my eyes and getting more into it I noticed that the moaning had stopped. I looked into the living room again only to see no movement and mom definitely looking right in my direction. Fear hit me with more force than any horror film had ever produced. My heart dropped and I rushed back to my room as quietly as I could, cursing myself for being so stupid. I was terrified of how they would react, of how much they would hate their pervert daughter after she masturbated while watching them have sex. It seemed like hours (but was probably only minutes) before I heard them go back to their room and shut the door. After that the terror of some immediate reprisal gave way to more general panic, wondering if they had seen me at all. After a long time I decided that I would simply act as if everything was ok. Maybe I had been mistaken and she wasn't looking in my direction, it was hard to tell after all. Having that tiny sliver of hope was just enough that I could fall asleep.
Cue the next morning. I took a moment to steady myself, put on my best poker face, and walked into the kitchen with a bright “good morning”. My parents both responded with their own “good morning”s as I fetched some cereal, so far so good. Then as soon as I sat down mom looked across the table at me and asked “Did you enjoy yourself?”. Immediately the dread piled on but I did my best to stay calm and appear normal. I asked her what she meant so she clarified: “did you enjoy watching your parents have sex?”. Oh fuck. I had thought that the hallway was absolutely pitch dark, but it I'd only ever seen it dark when I was going to sleep or visiting the loo late at night. It turns out that staying up with all the lights off, for example if you're fucking in the living room, lets your eyes adjust until you can just barely see people. My poker face shattered and I blurted out a mix of “I'm sorry”s and “I didn't mean to”s in between panicked sobs. To my surprise instead of scolding me moms face melted into regret as she moved around the table to give me a hug and assure me that they weren't angry. Then mom sat back down and dad sat next to her, and we had the most surreal conversation of my life. Mom started it off by apologizing for making me cry and said how she and dad thought I would react differently. They told me that they had noticed me staring at them, had noticed my outfits, that my dad once heard what I had said while masturbating when he came in from the garden to fetch his phone. I told them that I thought I'd imagined them giving me looks and being extra suggestive, and that I only did what I did to get a thrill. They then revealed that they had gotten used to being more open with sex while I had been away, and that after I came back they started to have some dirty thoughts.
By this point in the conversation I could barely hear what they were saying. My heart was pounding in my ears and my head was swimming with relief and disgust and a perverted interest all at once. It turned out they had a conversation with each other after I confessed to mom I was bisexual, a conversation where they both admitted I aroused them, and that the idea of me seeing them have sex aroused them, and so they decided to try and give subtle clues to let me know. If I didn't notice or told them to stop then they would stop, but I had noticed. I'd thought I was a gross pervert trying to tantalize my own parents, but it turned out that I wasn't imagining it and they had been doing the same thing. This culminated in the night before, when they had deliberately made noise to wake me up and thought I had wanted to be seen by them (What you have to understand is this is the cliffs notes. The complete conversation was a lot longer, covered a lot more and was far more emotional. Lots of crying and hugging). Eventually, after we had all said what we needed and I confessed that I did enjoy watching them, we cautiously decided to begin an arrangement of sorts. Mom and dad could have sex openly in the house, whenever they liked, and I could watch if I wanted. So that's what slowly started to happen. We might all be sitting in the living room when mom decides to pull out dads cock and start giving him a blowjob, or I might walk to the kitchen and see mom lying on the table with dad fucking her. They had sex around me more and more and it did make me very horny. I was initially terrified to masturbate in front of them, instead simply watching and then masturbating later in my room, but as they became more bold so did I. I started with trying to be subtle, just keeping my hand under my clothes and pretending to not look, but they told me they knew I was masturbating and didn't mind. After that I built my way up to eventually pulling my pants down and lifting my top so I could play with my tits as I watched. I even started moaning loudly as I fingered myself. All awkwardness seemed to drift away, and it wasn't uncommon for me to be having a conversation with mom or dad while they were fucking (turns out that normal conversations during sex is something I find, weirdly, super sexy). I couldn't, and still can't, believe how much my life changed over the course of a relatively short time. I realize the entire situation was strange and wrong from the start and we did have another talk about it but we agreed that nobody had to know, and it was harmless fun we all enjoyed so why should we stop?
At some point though it wasn't enough to for me to just masturbate and watch, so I decided to push the envelope. We had agreed on me watching while they had sex, and I had started masturbating without resistance, but we never actually had a discussion about what was now constantly on my mind; my parents fucking me. By this point it didn't feel like much of a leap to make so I waited until we were all sat together in the living room to make my move. I shifted up next to mom and casually asked her (as casually as I could with my heart pounding like a drum) if she and dad had ever thought about having a three way. She paused for a moment before saying how they had tried a couple of times, but it had never felt quite right. By now the energy of the room had drastically changed, the tension was palpable. I could tell I was having an effect on her and dad, who was now intently paying attention. I turned to look her in the eyes and said how I always feel right when I'm with her and dad before leaning in and kissing her deeply. The kiss seemed to last an eternity. At first she was hesitant but she quickly relaxed, and my tongue entwined with hers. When I eventually pulled back her face was flushed and we were both breathing heavily. I briefly kissed her again and said how I wanted my mommy to dominate me. Her eyes went wide at that, and she stood up to lead me to her bedroom with dad following close behind. She sat on the bed with her back against the headboard and indicated for me to clamber up with her. I got onto the bed and started to slowly kiss my way down her body, taking my time to savour the moaning I was causing. I stopped just above her pussy and told her how I'd be a good girl for her. Mom looked almost delirious at this point, and dad laid down next to us and asked if I was sure I wanted this (with the same tone and expression of a child who has just been told they're going to disney world). I looked at him and nodded, and as I did mom relaxed more into the bed, smiled, and gently pushed my face towards her crotch. So I started eating out my mother. I was so happy that mom would let me lick her. Shortly after I had started mom held my wrists down to the bed either side of her saying how I wasn't allowed to touch myself until she had come. Holy shit, that made me even more horny than I was. I always knew I was submissive, but it was a whole new thing when it was one of my parents doing the dominating. This went on for a while before I noticed that dad was gently stroking his cock as he watched us. Lifting my head from mom for a moment I wiggled my hips as suggestively as I could, looked at dad with the widest, most pleading eyes I could muster and said “please daddy, I'm so horny”. Dad made a noise that sounded like a mix of a gasp and a laugh and asked me if I wanted him to fuck me. My tongue back at work, I gave him the wide eyes again and nodded. As he moved to kneel behind me butterflies started up in my belly. God, I was so excited. He grabbed me by the waist and lifted me a bit, then gently began to push himself inside me. He slipped inside easily, as as he did I let out a long satisfied moan. That first time felt like I'd gone to heaven. It wasn't just the physical sensation, it was my having my deepest and most perverted fantasy realized. I tried to concentrate on licking mom as dad fucked me, but it was just too much to handle. I dropped my head down as I pushed myself back against him, aiming to fill myself with as much of my dad as I could, and cried out in pleasure. Mom shifted along and began rubbing herself to orgasm while I moved up the bed and turned myself over. I wanted dad to look into my face while he fucked me, and fuck me he did. Each thrust was practically like a mini orgasm as dad perfectly stretched my pussy with his cock. I wrapped my legs around his ass and started moaning and begging him to cum inside me. It didn't take me long to start feeling a huge orgasm building, and I came with a ragged cry of pleasure. Not long after that he said he was close, before shoving his cock as far into me as possible and filling me with his cum. Being creampied by my own father while my mother watched and masturbated felt incredible. I'd never felt like such a slut in my life. He pulled himself out of me, and fetched a towel to start cleaning up with while I did my best to hold his cum inside and bask in the post orgasm bliss.
What followed was another long boundary setting conversation, this time with much more casual touching and kissing. My parents and I all double checked with each other that we were ok with what happened, then the conversation began to drift to much more fun places. They were happy but shocked to see how much I enjoyed dads cum. I reiterated that I found them both very hot, and emphasized how much I enjoyed being submissive. After that new conversation I started to be dominated by both my parents. They began gently, but I kept pushing them more. After a while I got them to mostly stop using my name and just demean me, calling me slutty brat and cheap whore among many others. I got so wet when mom called me her disgusting pervert daughter while I was riding dad. If I'm at the house and not doing important work for my job, I could be ordered to service them at any time. Mom has been on the phone once and called me to lick her while she was talking more than once. They are surprisingly receptive to any ideas I had on how they dominate me too, they said to me that nothing could be "too kinky". I've had days where they lock my hands in such a way that I can't touch myself, then they'll tease me constantly until they either give in and fuck me or I start to constantly grind on things. One long weekend they treated me like a pet and smacked me hard if I used human words, rewarding me with "toys and treats" if I was a good girl. Another time we tried tying me up and treating me like an object to fuck. I've been fucked by mom in a changing room, have worn long coats with nothing underneath walking around shopping malls, and they once even had me strip naked and walk on a lead while we were hiking. I even bought a few different outfits to wear (If I do well cleaning up as a french maid “master and mistress” give me a nice tip 😉). Partway through my new life I managed to find a nice job that lets me work from home most days, which means most days I'm prancing around the house tempting my parents like a slutty succubus. I only ever sleep in their bed now (except that pet weekend where I slept on the floor). That brings us to now, pretty much. We're all really happy with our situation and I'd never change it for anything. I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoy remembering it.
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[S/b] I let my brother create risqué paintings of me
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This probably sounds weird, and it probably is to some. My brother and I live in separate apartments in the same city. He lives right outside of the college he attends and is currently in his third year. I live a bit farther away from the college and I am two years older than he is.
One day he called me, which is normal we call each other fairly often, and said how he wants to try painting more risqué paintings of women. He explained that he's done some paintings of his girlfriend, but wanted to try different models as reference. I didn't fully hear him at first and told him that I'd be down to be a painting model for him. He laughed and said I must have not heard him properly, as he said he wanted to try risqué paintings, and I went "oh shit" when I realized I did indeed not hear him right. I went back to my first statement though and said that if he wanted me to, I would still be cool with it. "Besides," I said, "it's not like anything will happen, we're siblings."
He told me that he thought it'd be awkward and I told him it probably would, but that it'd be more awkward for me as I'd be the one naked or partially naked. Near the end of the phone call, he said that if I was serious then we could set up a time for us to meet up and do the paintings.
A couple of weeks went by and he asked if a certain day was good for me to go to his place to be a model. I asked if I needed to bring anything and he said just to bring myself. When I got there, his living room area had a lot of painting stuff out around the room. His girlfriend took me to their room and handed me a lace bra that was kinda see-through in the correct lighting. I put the bra on and she handed me some panties that match. She then handed me a robe and told me to head back to the living room.
My brother told me I could take the robe off as soon as I felt comfortable and whenever I did, to lay on the couch in a comfortable position. I debated how long I should wait before deciding that it was going to happen at some point and took the robe off and laid on the couch.
I felt kinda awkward being in basically lingerie in front of my brother, but I had already said I'd do it. I sat there for a couple of hours. When he was done, he showed it to me and it looked really good. He had gotten my body pretty much right, though I did pick on him cause the size of my boobs in the painting looked to be smaller than the size of my boobs in real life.
Next, he asked if I was fine doing a painting nude. I was surprised that he asked, but figured why not. I laid back down on the couch and pulled the panties off and let them hang off of my ankle and took the bra off and let it hang off of the couch. I laid there with my arms above my head and my back slightly arched until he told me he was done. Again, the painting looked really good and this time I joked that he got my boobs right this time. I went to get dressed again and when I left, he let me take the paintings with me. So now I've got never before seen paintings of me, brought to you by my brother.
Oh, and cause I know where I'm posting, no I do not see my brother and I doing anything. I'll be honest and say I've got a minor incest kink, but I feel nothing sexual towards any real-life family members.
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[M]y Ex [F] Lied
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See my profile for prior DECADES OF PROMISCUOUS PARTNERS true stories. This is Part 11.
A bit of background before I tell this story. Gina, my girlfriend of many years (at the time) had started sleeping with other guys, with my permission. Over a few year period she had given her pussy and mouth to some of my friends, her coworkers and others. She’s one of those girls most everyone wants to fuck. Long dark hair, pretty face, small but shapely tits, a super tight 5’4 115 lbs. body, with a slightly exaggerated ass that always had guys heads spinning around to take a look. If you read my last story, you’ll know that she just started a new job and ended up going on a date with a customer. The date ended in his car, parked on a dark but busy city street, with him eating her out and her blowing him until he unleashed down her throat. She came right up to our apartment and I had my way with her immediately. She saw him again at work a few days later and he asked if she’d like to meet again that Saturday. She told me she felt really wet after speaking with him. When she went to the ladies room after he left, her panties were absolutely soaked. She knew her revelations made me steely hard. They set up a second date for Saturday. All I knew was that he was going to pick her up at the apartment in the afternoon and she’d be home at night.
The day of their date, I was out for much of the day and got home around 4pm. As I walked into our apartment, I saw the futon couch in the living room opened up into the bed position. The only reason the futon would have been open is for her to have sex with him before they left for their date. Being a total deviant, I checked the garbage to see if there was a condom. Nothing. Her and I had agreed years earlier that she would always use a condom when she was with other guys. I assumed she must have blown him as soon as he arrived, that insatiable little slut.
Around 9pm she finally got home and was a bit tipsy. We started making out and laid on the open futon while she told me about the date. She didn’t mention how the date started, at the apartment. She was telling me about all of the mostly non-sexual stuff that happened while they were out. Thinking about that open futon had me ready to go. As she spoke, I took off her clothes and found the wettest pussy.
When I started fucking her, I told her how hot it was seeing the futon open when I got home and asked if she had blown him. She told me he fucked her and she was worried the neighbor heard because she was so loud. The neighbor knew her and I were a couple and had seen her with this stranger in the hallway just a few minutes before she was moaning like a bitch in heat. Hearing that drove me wild. I was consumed with the thought of her doing that but at the same time, I couldn’t get the thought out of my head that there wasn’t a used condom anywhere in the apartment. I kept wrestling with the thought - should I bring it up?
She got on top and started riding me. Finally I couldn’t take it anymore and asked if he used a condom. She said yes. I asked where it is. She said it’s in the garbage. I told her I checked and the garbage is empty. For about 30 seconds she stayed awkwardly silent and started riding me slowly but much more deeply, getting wetter and wetter. Every time she slid down, you could hear the wetness, loud and clear. Finally she said, he didn’t use one. I was caught between freaking out and total lust. I asked where he came. She said, “inside me” followed by a nervous giggle. My head was spinning. I started fucking her so deeply, I thought she might split in two and after a minute unleashed the biggest load into her pussy.
Once I finally reached post-nut clarity, I was pissed off that she’d lied to me. On the other hand, I was extremely turned on that she’d let him bareback and cum in her, and then lie to me. I was pretty young and hadn’t yet sorted out these feelings. These days, I have a strong grip on my feelings in this regard. Anyway, the arguments we had from this were in addition to tension otherwise in the relationship, from us going in different directions in life. This isn’t the place to go deep into that so I’ll leave at that for now and elaborate bit more in the next story, when I caught her lying again.
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[M/S] I am very attracted to my sons. Update 423. Enjoying Michael after my date with Ana and a special surprise planned for Andrea's fiancé.
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Every time I drop Ana off and make the short walk or drive home, my heart desperately wants to stay with her. As a fulltime Au Pair, she cannot stay all night with me, and I understand that but it's still sad. I walked into the house with her scent on my skin and her voice still echoing in my soul.
Michael was in the living room, and I silently took him by the hand to my bedroom. We stood in the darkness and kissed as we removed one another's clothes. He lifted me to the bed and climbed atop his randy and amorous mother.
His long, thick cock filled the place of his birth, and he made impassioned love to me as I moaned and encouraged him. My younger son fucked me zealously and sucked on my neck as he did. Every time I have him, my pride for him grows and he loves to please me. Soon, we both came hard and fell asleep in the arms of the other.
On another note:
Andrea, my best friend, wants to do something sexy and special for her fiancé. After some discussion, She, Ana and I have decided to have a "Mommy Party" for him. It's been a long time since Andrea and I have done this it will be Ana's first!
A Mommy Party involves the three of us being "Mommies" and her fiancé being our special boy. He will spend the evening being our good boy as we give him pleasure and have him pleasure us. He must obey our commands and only do as he is told. He is going to love it!
I can't wait.
**My sons are 22 and 27. I have no advice on how to seduce your mother.**
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My GF's Humble Apology [FM][Makeup Sex][Long][18+]
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Everyone here was 18+ at the time :)
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I know you've been here; hands busy, brain on autopilot, mouth left unattended to make whatever noises it feels like. Attend then, and witness the tragic case of one such disaster, so that you might avoid a similar, painful fate for yourself.
I've written a pair of accounts now, which you can find pinned in a post on my profile, about my first college girlfriend, and all the trouble we got up to together. She was a riot, at the time anyway, and we spent most of that year fucking, partying, and fucking while partying. It wasn't a sustainable lifestyle to say the least, and the unimaginably immature relationship dynamics that we mistook for stability were obviously hurdling us towards disaster.
She had a lively social calendar when we met and, as far as her friends were concerned, I was a solid supporting character in the ever-unfolding dramas of their little clique. I got along with all their boyfriends, kept up at the bar when called upon, and maintained a finely curated alternative grunge aesthetic that balanced the cast of jocks and nerds that they all dragged in tow whenever we went out. Everything about this was fairly new to me, but I was happy to ride the high of it all for as long as I could.
Tonight was a going out kind of night, as confirmed by my girlfriend's upstairs neighbor and good friend, Emily. I was in the kitchen, listening to them rhyme off the local spots we'd be hitting up in the living room, doing my best to act like washing dishes was something I did a lot of when she wasn't around. Occasionally, one of them would call out for some input on a bar or when I thought we should call cabs, and I'd absently offer my Sounds Goods and Yeah For Sures. I couldn't have cared much less, honestly; my girlfriend had just bought a new dildo and every minute spent at the bars was precious time wasted on not watching her use it.
I heard Emily call out to confirm that she'd see us later, followed by the closing front door. I kept washing dishes.
My girlfriend padded up behind me softly, wrapping her arms around my waist, lying politely about what a great job I was doing. I muttered something non-committal; there was a large steak knife that refused to come clean of whatever biological impossibility had adhered to it. She started talking into my back while I scrubbed, carefully. The fucker was sharp. She said something about Emily. Mhm, yes, for sure. Oh really, wow. I had a deep playbook of generic utterances.
"...and I just think it might be really fun to try sometime".
Again, whatever it was sounded great. Yeah, definitely.
"Really?! Well who should we ask?".
The dishrag wasn't doing a thing, maybe a sponge would work better. Was the water hot enough? Needing to produce the name of a person, I chose Emily. Why not? She lives upstairs and we do everything with her anyway, plus she was just here like two minutes ago.
The hug ended abruptly. Emily was not the answer to whatever the question had been, apparently. I was invited to explain myself, angrily; why should Emily be the one to have a threeway with us?
I dropped the knife. I confessed to having spent very little effort in listening up to then, which calmed her somewhat, but did little satisfy the answer to her question. She hadn't been thinking of another girl anyway. Why did it have to be a girl? Did I want to fuck other women? Had I already started? I did come up with Emily's name awfully fast.
This went on for a while.
This went on while she got ready to go out.
This went on while we waited for the cab.
This went on for a bit while we were in the cab.
This went on at the bar, until I decided to leave it.
An insistent knock at my apartment door, well after midnight, had me sure that this was due to go on until it had run its course.
She barged through, though she seemed far calmer than I expected upon letting her in. She didn't come to my place often; it was a bit of a disaster. I waited impatiently for her fresh salvo, though it refused to come. She just...stood there. She looked apologetic, almost, though obviously too proud to speak first. I was annoyed; I was annoyed about a night wasted, I was annoyed at my rapidly resolving drunkenness, I wasn't thrilled at the prospect of picking up a dead argument about something stupid, and I was growing exceptionally frustrated that I had let myself be put on the backfoot about the whole issue in the first place. What did she mean "why does it have to be a girl?". Why did it have to be a dude? It was late, I was tired, and I just wanted this over with. I asked what she wanted now.
And she burst out crying. Big tears, crocodile in a thunderstorm tears. It wasn't great.
She stood there, bawling desperately, apologizing profusely, insisting she hadn't meant anything by it, that I shouldn't be upset, that it was all her fault, that it was a dumb idea in the first place, that th...
She looked really cute. Not because of the crying or because I was flush with self-righteousness at her apology or anything so mundane; she was just really gorgeous. Her hair had grown long in the last few months, and fell about her shoulders lightly, framing a pretty face that refused to be made less so by the running mascara. Her dark red lipstick paired brilliantly with the light brown of her skin. Her tight black dress, outright scandalously short, hugged a body that was unfairly lovely for the relative lack of effort she needed to put into working for it. I did absolutely love her hips.
She looked so sad. It broke my heart a little. It was fine, I told her. It wasn't a big deal.
She quit sobbing abruptly and reached out to me, seeking comfort, which I was happy to give her, hugging her close. She kissed me, hard; I wasn't entirely over my wounded pride yet, but reciprocated the kiss. I did care for her, a lot. I asked if she wanted to stay the night, adding that the sleep would do us both some good.
Would I fuck her, she asked.
I hesitated, emotionally drained and looking forward to getting some rest and putting this all behind us, but not wanting to offer any cause for further hurt by denying her either. Still, I waited long enough for her to notice.
"Please? Please fuck me?". She seemed earnest in asking. I thought the offer had been an act of pity, or an olive branch, but the please was a little too insistent. She started kissing at my neck, which has always been my kryptonite.
"Please come fuck me hard" she repeated quietly in my ear. She grabbed at me, confirming that her neck kisses were working. They were. Any residual frustration I'd been clinging to resolved itself in the moment. I demanded that she lose the dress.
She turned away from me, still in the front hall of my bachelor apartment, and swept her hair over her shoulder, clearly waiting for a hand with the zipper of her sparkly black dress. I obliged her as she looked back at me, demure as ever, fake lashes beating open and closed slowly. I drew the zipper down the length of her body slowly, languidly exposing the long expanse of her dark form in the low light of the hallway. One hand on her hip, I tugged the last few inches of the zipper down and watched, enraptured, as she shrugged her shoulders out and shimmied the rest of the thin fabric off her body, coyly stepping out of it and moving off toward the bed that served as my living room furniture. I could only watch in amazement as the sight her wonderous figure thrilled me for the hundredth time. I wondered, fleetingly, whether the see-thru backed panties and ornately strappy bra had been under the dress all night, or if she'd gone home to get them on. At any rate, the effect was the same; I needed to take her. I tore my shirt over my head, shed my pants, and followed her on, entirely naked.
She was on her knees at the side of my bed by the time I caught up to her. No ponytail this time, her straightened hair all still lay over one shoulder. Her hands rested on her bare thighs, bum pressed against her bare feet behind her. Her eyes sought mine out, following me across the room, but her chin stayed low enough to effect a more deferential look than I was used to from her. She said not a word.
I stood squarely in front of her, feet planted on either side of her knees. I was still entirely turned on from the gentle lips against my neck, and she leaned in to kiss the tip of my cock affectionally. I didn't think it was possible to kiss a cock lovingly, but she proved me wrong in the most decisive way she could, lavishing me with the gentlest, most pillowy attention she'd ever offered. She followed the head obediently as it bobbed back and forth away from her chasing lips, opting to keep her hands where they were on her thighs the entire time. A dozen wet kisses and budding pearls of dripping precum mixed on her lips, glazing them in a soft sheen and producing crimson smears of lipstick along my length. Eventually, she reach a single hand upwards, slowly clasping her fingers around the base of me, manicured nails glinting in the night, before taking an exaggerated and torturously slow mouthful of my tip, puffing her lips around to form a perfect seal. She held tight with her hand, looked straight up and into my eyes, and bobbed her head, just the once. It was divine. I moaned, loudly. She did it again, never breaking eye contact. A pause of 3 or 4 second, and she did it again. Nearly a dozen times she worshiped me like this, the all-consuming agony increasing as she added a slight twist of her head with each bob. If wishing for a moment to last forever was a crime, then I was as guilty as they come, and she was here as judge and jury.
Eventually she settled into a more rhythmic pace, never parting her lips from my cock. She removed the hand from around my base and clasped both behind her back while she bobbed and gulped for aching minutes; I played with her hair while she worked, and told her what a good job she was doing. It was too good, and I wasn't in a hurry to fill her mouth up without ever getting her out of her underwear. I told her to get on the bed.
I preferred her on her back most often, but she didn't seem to think that was fitting for the submission that she was committed to offering tonight; she told me that I needed to fuck her hard, so it would need to be from behind. She rose to her feet before me, demanding that I take her bra off while she maintained my erection with a firm stroking hand; I obliged, now much more practiced at doing so. She let go of my cock, tugging at the hem of her panties and wiggling her hips playfully as she worked them off, bending and snapping expertly as she dropped them. She crawled onto the bed, chest to the mattress, back arched faultlessly, round ass proffered heavenward, banded stretchmarks across her waist begging to be kissed and held fast, knees spread wide. Open blinds and the streetlight outside offered the only light in the room, but she was visibly wet. She really had wanted this. Badly.
I was wet still from her mouth's delicious ministrations, and wasted not a moment in squaring up behind her. I slid in almost effortlessly, while she pressed her face into the bed; the duvet did little to muffle her agonized moan. It was feral. Each fist balled up a handful of blanket tightly, and she clamped down around me firmly. It was usually an effort to fit myself all the way inside of her; I'm nearly six and a half feet tall, and proportioned appropriately everywhere else. Not tonight though; I slipped into her greedily welcoming pussy with carefree abandon. She preferred short, bumping strokes while I was all the way in, eschewing the long slamming thrusts often represented in porn. As easily as she usually came from this method, she often complained that it made her too sore after only a few minutes. Fuck someone enough, and you get a good sense of their limits; I began to push against her in short, abrupt thrusts, knowing I could finish her two or three times like this before she tapped out.
She didn't though. Only a minute passed before she grunted my name around clenched teeth, arching an already dangerously bent back even further and slamming back onto me in the throes of her orgasm. I maintained pace, taking her around the hips firmly and pulling her back into me for another one only minutes later; normally well mannered even in the bedroom, she cursed loudly as she announced her arrival again. The sound of longing in her voice, the evident addiction to my cock ringing plain in her demands for more, drove me mad; sweat began to cover me in a shiny slick across my brow and chest, and my breaths came in ragged gulps as much from effort as concentration. She insisted on more, and I obeyed.
I took to her with renewed dedication, knowing her poor insides could only bear so much bruising, and not wanting to reach that point before she came again. She looked back to watch me, insisting on having her ass slapped; my palm cracked sharply across her rippling ass. I hadn't done well enough; she wanted it harder. I tried again, though I still fell short of he expectations.
"Fuck me like you own me already, come on". She was shouting now.
I wound up and struck her shamefully hard; even buried inside her and wholly devoted to making her cum, I felt a moment's guilt at how hard I slapped her. She laughed uproariously, a shockingly guttural noise; fucking finally, she said, that's what she had wanted. That's how I needed to fuck her. I was very nearly alarmed at the look on her face; lips twisted in a rictus curl, hair plastered across her sweaty forehead, wild look in her eye. Fuck it, I thought. This was obviously what she needed.
I grabbed a fistful of her long dark hair, close to the scalp, by the roots, curling my figures hard, pulled her head back, and pounded her. I ruined her. Concern for the welting handprint I left on her ass fled me and I made ruinous work of desecrating her from behind. We were all motion and wet, slapping cracks of flesh slamming together, and her insistent chorus of Yes Yes YESs eventually gave way to a wordless howl of formless, crying shouts. The bed slammed against the wall opposite loudly, and I chased away concern at what the neighbors might think. She begged me not to stop, the desperate supplication coming in something of a pathetic squealing cry, the long "don't stoOooOooOp" dragging out for several staccato'd seconds, undulating in pitch with my slamming thrusts.
We were both long past reason, lost entirely in the profanity of what we did there. I called her names I'd never uttered in my life, and she moaned like a desperate junkie begging for the relief of one last hit. It was inevitable, and we careened on into oblivion together; where she had entirely shredder her vocal chords before this, her orgasm stole her breath entirely now, the only noise she made sounding like a long "n" syllable that left her little else to do but bear down with every strained muscle in her ravaged body. The sight of her white knuckle grip on the sheets, the vice-like clamp on my cock, the trembling tremors wracking her shuddering thighs...it was too much for me anymore. I pulled out in the last moments of reservation I had left and began breathlessly erupting long, trailing ropes of my hot cum from the crack of her ass to the nape of her neck while she egged me on hoarsely.
I collapsed beside her. I was destroyed. She was too, just the same. She stared at me with unseeing eyes, still miles away, pupils glassed over with exhaustion. Her lips were dry, her makeup an absolute mess of streaking swirls of product and color. I kissed her shoulder. She whispered a scratchy "thank you for fucking me baby".
I wiped her clean with a curatorial care, as though she was priceless artifact. I tipped a glass of cool water to her parched lips. I kissed her forehead, her shoulders, her neck. I brought her a clean tee to sleep in, but she insisted on feeling me against her. We drifted off to sleep together.
Two days later, I was picking up my things from her place. It couldn't have been Emily because it needed to be a guy. Not just any guy. They'd been fucking for weeks. That whole night had been guilt on her part.
I was back to square one.
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My son texted his cheating ex a picture of cum on my ass
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My face wasn’t in it, obviously, but still.
This no good, dirty rotten, cheating skank that fucked my sweet boy’s best friend while he was out of town for no less than a week on vacation has NO CLUE that it was me in the picture.
Can you imagine the heart attack someone like her would have if she knew? Outside of cheating on my baby boy, the girl is such an uptight pollyanna PRUDE that she would probably be on the phone with the cops the very same day had she known. A 10, no doubt, but is it really even worth it if you’re a pillow princess that can’t (or won’t) give good head?
But I digress.
Anyway, my son got over his heartbreak like he always does:
By giving me the best dick down of a lifetime. I’m talking he fucked me from front to back…not neglecting a single one of my holes…covering my entire body in his sticky seed.
I don’t know if it was his anger over having been betrayed or what, but by the time he was done with me, not only was I covered in sweat, cum, and running make-up…he had also left behind a few fresh bruises on my flesh.
Still, it was my ass he wanted front and center for his little payback photoshoot.
According to him, she didn’t have much of one herself, so he was hoping to really get her in her feelings at the sight of his huge cock dripping cum all over my round and plentiful cheeks.
It worked, too, because as soon as he pressed send his phone started blowing up with texts, calls, and even snapchat notifications from her.
Apparently, she had gotten it into her pretty little head that she was the only one capable of betrayal.
Poor girl.
An idiot is born every minute indeed.
Me and my son fucked again while she blew up his phone, which honestly just served to get us going even more. He even picked up one of her FaceTime calls while still inside of me, laughing up a storm as she cursed him out with tears streaming down her face.
When all was said and done, I had cum dripping out of all my holes….
And he was officially a single man.
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[S/B] I'm starting my birth control pills today
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Were both over 18 btw
Hi! Its me again lol. Not a ton has happened since last time. I mean me and my brother have cuddled and kissed and the usual stuff but not much else. Friday I did go to the gynocologist and talked with them about birth control pills and they told me about a ton of options and after they explained them all we agreed to do the continuous one. Its called seasonal or something like that and i thought it would make the most sense because i said it was mostly for my periods.
Im pretty sure they said it starts working after a week but ill probably be safe and wait longer after it. Mom didnt seem to care that much about it so im not super worried about her knowing anything. My brother was happy that its set now.
We talked about how were gonna be able to do it from now on and were still trying to figure it out. I thought or maybe going camping when we want to but he said if we do it too much it would look weird. We dont wanna do it whenever mom is home or when she could come back home before were done so we arent totally sure the best place we could do it.
Were also not super sure about condoms because we cant just leave a bunch of condoms in the trash if mom finds them so yeah were both trying to figure that stuff out.
But beside the sex stuff were both super good and happy together so yeah lol. If anyone has ideas you can let me know. Thanks!
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[MF]Edged by an older woman
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Years ago I was working away and couldn’t afford the travel each weekend to come home so stayed there for the full 6 months as a lodger. The woman who owned the house was in her 40s and very friendly. I wasn’t particularly attracted to her at the time as she was about 20 years older than me. In hindsight (now that I am 50) she was a very good-looking woman for her age and now I would be all over her.
She was very friendly and very tactile. She would greet me and anybody else with a cuddle and a kiss on the cheek. It wasn’t something I was used to but soon learned to enjoy it and kissed her back each time.
I only had a bedroom which had little in it. There was only a TV in her living room (this is before the internet) which I would sit in with her most evenings as I had no money to go and do anything else. There was only one armchair which was hogged by her cat so I shared the two-seater sofa with her. She was very relaxed around me and would often lean against me. It was often more comfortable to put my arm around her and she would snuggle in.
On one occasion she had been out and didn’t join me on the sofa until quite late in the evening. She kicked off her shoes and cuddled up against me, tucking her feet up on the sofa too. After a while to get comfy she slid her head down to my lap. In fact as I was already slouching so low in the sofa her head was more on my belly.
I can’t remember what we were watching but my mind wondered and thoughts of her sucking my cock started to fill my head and my cock started to respond. This is not a boast but the bulge in my trousers increased and she obviously noticed it. Without saying anything she put her hand gently over my crotch in front of her face and felt my cock through my trousers. It was now semi hard and laying in the crease of my hip.
Her hand gently closed around it and lightly held it as it continued to grow. I could feel it starting to strain against my pants.
She then unzipped my fly and reached in and felt it through my pants. She felt it twitch from her touch. She then slid her hand back out of my trousers and clumsily undid by button, flapped down the two sides as much as possible and unhooked my pants from my cock which promptly sprung up and out into the fresh air less than an inch from her face. I hovered in the air now fully hard. She then pulled out my ball sack and rested them on by part pulled down pants.
Neither of us said anything and she moved her head to align her mouth with my cock, moved slightly forward and closed her lips around it. She then settled her head back down onto my belly and her hand onto my balls.
She had about half my cock inside her mouth. Her lips were sealed around it and she gently sucked it. It was almost like a pacifier for her. We carried on watching telly like this for some time. Once I had got used to her gently sucking I could feel myself getting soft. She did too and used the tip of her tongue on my glands and around the ridge to liven it up a bit and it got rock hard again. She carried on flicking her tongue on the most sensitive parts until she could feel my balls starting to pulse and stopped just before the point of no return.
She stopped everything and just left it in her mouth with no stimulation for the potential orgasm to pass. When she felt me start to soften again she would repeat the process of getting me close to the edge before stopping and letting me cool down.
This carried on for the best part of half an hour. My balls were fit to burst and each time she started licking around my head and increasing the intensity of her sucking it was seconds before she had to stop to prevent me cumming. She must have been swallowing tons or precum. I know when I am turned on I dribble loads anyway so with me this aroused for so long must be a feast for her.
She left me a bit longer this time and my cock softened quite a bit to the point it started to slip out of her mouth. I thought she had fallen asleep until she started sucking again. This time she was sucking quite hard and I could hear her slurping as air seeped in past her seal.
In no time I was hard again and her tongue was lapping around my helmet. Her hand on my balls was just resting there feeling them tighten. Her tongue continued to lick and she sucked harder and harder. I felt my balls pulse, my ass tighten and a shot of cum fired up my shaft and into her mouth. My legs juddered and my balls pulsed another load into her. She carried on sucking and lapping at me. A third load jetted into her and my balls throbbed sending a massive wave of orgasm through my body making my legs judder again.
She licked around my glands again but I flinched with the stimulation so she stopped. Her head was still comfortably resting on my belly and she stayed there with my cock in her mouth as my balls slowly reduced their pulsating and my cock softened. She stayed like that for some time until my shriveled cock fell from her mouth. She pulled my pants back over my balls and cock and flapped the sides of my trousers back in place.
After about another half an hour or so of telly she got up and went to bed. She never mentioned it and nothing ever happened again. She hadn't spilt a drop. I think my balls were sore for the whole following day.
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Working in Real Estate part 6
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Amid me changing jobs, and trying to learn everything I needed to learn to be an asset to Kayli's real estate team, I was still in the process of trying to find my own house. I had finally found a couple I wanted to walk through, and Kayli set up some times for us to view them on a Saturday, a few weeks after I had started at the company. We had agreed to met at the team's main office, and head out to the homes from there.
I arrived before Kayli to get some work done, and was typing away on my computer when I heard her come in. I looked up to see Kayli wearing a blue tank top, her massive breasts pushed up together, her black hair in a bun up on top of her hair, and jean capris showing her shapely legs. We said hi to each other as she walked around my desk, leaning down to give me a kiss. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her down on my lap, continuing our kiss.
Wrapping her arms around my neck, pressing her body into mine, "you know, we have a minute before we need to leave to see the house. And I can feel you getting hard under me. Maybe we should take care of that before hand so you're not distracted today?" I responded back, "I like the sound of that."
Kayli placed her hand on my groin, slowly rubbing my cock to life and said, "how should I take care of it?"
I answered back, "a blowjob sounds amazing."
Teasing me, Kayli said, "how about you tell me what you really want? Just saying a blowjob sounds so lame, especially when we're in an office, by ourselves, so risky.."
I smiled and said, "how about you get on your eyes, and suck my cock with that pretty little mouth of yours?"
Kayli responded, "yes, sir!" As she slipped off my lap, kneeling on the floor in front of me, and pulling my pants and boxers off just enough that my semi-hard cock sprung free. She pointed my cock straight up in the air, slowly jacking me off with her hand as she started to lick the underside of my shaft with her tongue before sucking one of my balls into her mouth. She gently rolled it around with her tongue before spitting it out, taking the other ball sack in her mouth. As she played with my balls, I grew to my full six inches in her hand and she rubbed the pre cum leaking out over her face before taking the tip of my cock into her mouth.
Kayli swirled her tongue around my tip as her hand continued to rub up and down. She was making eye contact with me as I was telling her how good it felt. I leaned my head back in my chair as Kayli started to bob her head on my shaft, taking more and more of me in every time her head came down. When she finally deep throated me, she held herself in place, both of us enjoying the feeling, before she went back to bobbing her head up and down my hard cock.
I heard a car door shut, causing me to look up. I saw Jennifer, one of our teammates, walking from her car to our office. I quickly told Kayli, who said, "nice. Try to act natural, don't let her know I'm here."
As Jennifer walked in I said good morning and she said, "morning, Danny, is Kayli here? I thought I saw her car outside." I said, "nope, I haven't seen her," right as Kayli started to play with my balls again, causing me to gasp as I talked. Jennifer turned towards me after looking outside and said, "you ok?" I answered, "of course, was just checking out your ass when you turned. It's so nice, it caused me to gasp."
I saw Jennifer blush a bit and she said, "right. Anyway, when is Kayli supposed to meet you here?" I looked at my phone as Kayli went faster and faster on my cock under my desk and said, "I told she would be here by now." Jennifer went and sat down at her desk as we continued our conversation. I was getting closer and closer to cumming, small moans escaping my mouth that I kept trying to cover up. Jennifer asked again if I was OK, as my face went flush, my breathing getting quicker, but before I could answer she said, "oh shit. Is Kayli giving you a blowjob under your desk?"
I glanced down at Kayli, a look of joy and pleasure on her face as she worked my cock with her mouth. Jennifer walked around to where we were, saw Kayli on her knees and laughed, saying, "why am I not surprised?" Kayli pulled me out of her mouth and said, "sorry, I couldn't resist." Jennifer leaned down to kiss me, then said, "well, don't let me stop you."
Kayli said, "I won't," before going back to sucking my cock. I watched as Jennifer, wearing a white pair of pants, a button-down blouse with a flower pattern around the bottom of it, her short, blonde hair done neatly, walked back to her desk and tried to get back to work. She would keep glancing over at us, as Kayli made loud slurping sounds, but would look away when I looked back at her
Kayli pulled me out of her mouth again and said, "Hey, Jennifer?" Jennifer looked up from her computer and said, "yes?" Kayli, with a devilish look in her eyes said, "me and Danny have a walk through to get to, but I'm having trouble getting him to cum. Maybe if you flashed him your tits, he would finish faster?" She held in a laugh before going back to bobbing her head up and down my cock. Jennifer looked at me and said, "would seeing my tiny tits get you to cum faster?" I told her it couldn't hurt.
Jennifer stood up from her desk, walking over to stand in front of mine. She made a show of looking outside our office as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse, opening it up when she was done to show me her white bra, her B cup breasts hidden on the inside. She ran her hands up her flat stomach, squeezing her breasts through her bra, then pulled her bra up, her small boons bouncing as she did so.
Jennifer started to pinch her nipples as Kayli continued suck me off, one hand wrapped around my shaft, the other gently squeezing my balls. Jennifer said, "Don't you wish you could be sucking my tits right now? I bet that would get you to cum. Or bending me over your desk? Maybe after your house showing, I'll give you a surprise of my own."
Thinking of fucking Jennifer in our little office pushed me over the edge. I sat up straighter in my chair, my hand going to Kayli's head, holding her in place at the tip of my cock, as cum exploded out of me. I pumped a few times, before settling back in my chair and letting go of Kayli's head. I then watched as Kayli stood up, walked around the desk to Jennifer, grabbed her head, and planted a kiss on her lips. I could see both girls opening their mouths, my cum swapping between the two as their tongues swirled together. Kayli moved her hands down to Jennifer's tits, squeezing and pinching them before ending the kiss, looking at me and saying, "pull up your pants, we gotta go."
We had two houses to view that day, the first I didn't like, but was liking the second house as me and Kayli walked through it. Looking at the master bathroom, Kayli made a comment about how big the shower was and I said, "big enough for me to fuck you in it." Kayli laughed before responding, "have we ever had sex in the shower?" I told her, "I don't think so. In your hot tub once."
Kayli thought about it for a minute then said, "we should have a hot tub party with Jennifer and Tara." I agreed and we talked about it as we walked through the rest of the house.
After seeing everything, I decided that I liked it enough to put an offer in, and Kayli responded by jumping into my arms, wrapping hers around my neck, and shouting for joy. When I put her down, she said, "I know listing agent for this house, I'm sure I can get him to make his client accept our offer. Let's head back to the office, I'll write up the offer, talk to the agent, and I'll get Jennifer to come and celebrate with you."
Once back at the office, I sat down at Kayli's desk as she called the agent and started to write up an offer. After finding out some information about what the current owners were looking for, Kayli put the phone on speaker, setting it on her desk, and held up a finger for me to be quiet. She then said, "so, there's nothing else I can do to get you to convince your client to take my client's offer?"
The agent responded back, "Gee, Kayli, you know I like you and all, I'll try my best, but thats all I can promise you. I gotta be fair to my client too."
Kayli looked at me as she said, "what if I send you a picture of my tits?" It was a second before the agent responded, saying, "what? Are you serious?" Kayli said, "of course. I'll get a picture right now and send it to you, if you promise to get your client to accept offer."
The agent on the other side of the phone hesitated for a second, but before he answered, Kayli said, "I'll sweeten the deal. I'll send the picture now, and when they accept our deal, I'll let you come touch them."
With no hesitation this time, the agent said yes and the two made their goodbyes, hanging up their phones. Kayli looked at me and said, "so, you wanna take the picture for me?" And handed me her phone. I watched as Kayli took off her shirt, then her bra, striking a couple of different poses, as I took a few pictures of her topless. Kayli asked if I would send the best one to him, sitting back at her desk as I did so. I showed her what one I sent him, then told her, "oh, and I sent all of them to myself."
Kayli laughed, right as Jennifer walked in, stopping in her tracks at the sight of seeing Kayli still topless and said, "God, what did I interrupt now?" Kayli told her what happened, prompting a headshake in disbelief from Jennifer as Kayli finally got dressed.
Jennifer said, "so, how should we celebrate?"
Kayli said, "I like what you mentioned before. Have him bend you over his desk and pound away."
I looked at Jennifer who shrugged her shoulders and said, "I wouldn't say no."
"I just wish I could watch, but I have another showing to go to," Kayli said as she got up, giving us both hugs and walking out of the office. Me and Jennifer watched her leave before turning to look at each other again. "So, it's just me and you. All alone. In an office. Hopefully nobody decides to take advantage of somebody smaller then them. I can trust you, right? I'll just be over here, doing some filing."
I watched Jennifer walk way from my desk, swaying her ass as she pretended to look at papers in a filing cabinet. I got up from my desk, walking up behind Jennifer, grabbed onto her hips forcefully, and pushed my groin into her rear, as I leaned down and started to kiss her neck. Feigning surprise and shock, Jennifer said, "oh, Danny, what are you doing?" In between kisses, I said, "I'm tired of you teasing me."
Still pretending, but starting to grind her ass on me, Jennifer said, "oh no, what are you going to do to me?" I responded back, "just relax, I won't hurt you." Jennifer playfully pushed me away, walking to her desk and said, "as your superior here, I must ask you to stop." Walking up to her again, I said, "what are you going to do about it? Nobody would ever believe you." I wrapped my arms around her again, trying to kiss her lips, but Jennifer, with a smile on her face, kept dodging my lips, saying, "just stop. Why would you stop?"
Reaching down to her groin, I could feel her getting wet and started to rub the outside of her pants. I said, "I won't stop because I know you want this. Stop teasing me and just enjoy it." Jennifer broke away from me again, still smiling, and said, "just make it fast and never mention it to anybody. And if you ever try it again, I'll report you."
I laughed and said, "after this, everybody will know what a little slut you are, and you'll be begging for me."
I wrapped my arms around Jennifer again, kissing her lips, Jennifer returning my kiss this time as I picked her up, and carried her to her desk, sitting her down on it. As we kissed, I started to unbutton her blouse, pulling it open, my hands going for her breasts, covered by a white bra. Jennifer's hands were going for my pants, opening them up and fishing my hard cock out of my boxers. I leaned down to suck on her nipples that I exposed by pulling down her bra, as Jennifer wrapped her hand around my cock and starting to jack me off.
After licking and sucking on her nippes, I told her, "I told you that you would enjoy it. Why don't you get on your knees and suck my cock, like the little slut that you are?" Jennifer said, "Whatever, you probably won't last two seconds," as she slide off the desk, her mouth quickly wrapping around my thick cock, her hand taking the lower part of my shaft, as she struggled to get more then a few inches of me in her mouth.
I started to thrust my hips, holding her head in place as I pushed and pulled my cock in and out of her mouth. After pushing in as far as she could take and holding my self in place for a few seconds, I let go of her, spit and pre-cum leaving a trail from my cock to her mouth. I helped her to her feet, spinning her around, and pulling down her pants as she pulled her hands on her desk. I told her, "fuck, I'm going to enjoy this." With another giant smile on her face, Jennifer said, "just stick it in me and get this over with."
I said, "gladly," as I grabbed onto my cock, lining it up with her wet entrance, and pushed deep in her. Holding her hips again, I quickly begun to thrust in and out of Jennifer, going faster and harder as her moans filled the office. "Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Harder!" Jennifer moaned out as I leaned forward, pressing her down on the desk, one arm wrapping around her tiny body to fondle her breasts as I pounded into her.
I stopped pressing her into the desk, using my arm that was wrapped around her to lift her up to a near standing position. Once there, I slide my hand back up her flat stomach, over her breasts, giving the nipples a pull, and up to her throat. I gently applied pressure as I continued to pound into her. The more pressure I applied to her throat, the more Jennifer pushed back against me until I felt her body tense up, her pussy clinching around my cock, her juices flowing out from her. She pushed my hand away from her throat as she yelled out, "OH MY GOD! FUCK! YES! GOD FUCK ME!"
Her orgasm squeezed my cock out of her pussy. I picked her up, turning her around, and sat her down on top of her desk as I told her, "we're not done yet." As I grabbed onto her legs, holding them open on either side of me, and sliding my cock back into her, Jennifer said, "good. Fill me with your cum. Fuck me hard. Use my body."
I wasted no time, thrusting in and out of her as hard and fast as I could. Jennifer, her eyes opened as she stared at me, hands behind her to support her on the desk, kept encouraging me to fill her, to fuck her until I started to moan, my thrusting more intense until I burst, cum exploding from my cock as I pumped in and out of her, her pussy milking me for everything I had.
When I was finished, me and Jennifer shared a passionate kiss and embrace as my cock slide out of her pussy, our juices mixing together. I stepped back, helping Jennifer as she got off the desk. She looked at me and said, "that was even better then I fantasize about." As I started to get dressed, I said, "I'm glad. Any other dreams of yours I could help make come true next time?"
Jennifer, putting her clothes back together, said, "I want the unexpected. I knew today was happening, as hot as you made it, I still knew. I really want a time where I have no idea it's coming, and for you take total and complete advantage of my body, and do whatever you want with it."
As we shared another kiss, I said, "I'll make that dream come true, too."
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[F] Getting to know my room[m]ate - Part 8
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Hey there fellas, back again for more teasing! Nothing too extreme has happened since last time, at least on the physical side. I took some of your ideas, though some were a bit too much as usual. Like... nipple clamps really? Fucking ouch.
But anyway, the other night I was eating ice cream topless on the couch with Maya and Jared. I "accidentally dropped" some on my tits (not a lot, going to sleep sticky isn't fun) and licked it right off in front of him. That obviously had an effect on him, but he didn't stay silent this time. He asked Maya how she was fine with me just hanging out topless with a man, to which she answered that our relationship is open and what I do with my body is none of her business. Something seemed to click in his head and he asked if the open relationship was a two way thing. She said yes. I didn't need to be a genius to see what he had in mind. Ever since we moved in, he's clearly been into her but never made a move because he's a respectful guy. But now Maya's fair game. For a few days now, he's been flirting with her and getting more physical to the point she had to tell him to quit touching her. It's not like he was sliding his hand inside her pants or anything, she just has a very strict set of boundaries. However she fucking loves having her hair played with, and he figured it out quick. That's all she lets him do.
As to me, I've been giving him a loooot of topless hugs. I'm a very physical person so teasing or not I always give hugs to friends and family, even when I forget I don't have a shirt on. So while that's something I usually do without really realizing it, I'm making an active effort to press my tits against his chest anytime I can. Boob hug > normal hug, change my mind.
Keep at it with the ideas, SMALL NOT CLAMP-RELATED STUFF
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A maga man fucked me and I called him Daddy, then took more loads…
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3/13 Monday started off like usual. Wake up, go pee, get coffee ready, turn on the news and see what I’ve got to do for the day. I decided I was going to spend the day in bed working on my memoir and drinking water. I’d been drinking too much coffee and not enough water, so I wanted to give my kidneys a break by taking it easy.
I was all set and typing away when I received a text message from one of my regulars. 11:15am He’s a little older than me, works in the medical field (administration) and is very professional…suit and tie, the whole shebang. Looking at him, you might think he’s conservative and quiet, but when he’s in my kitchen he’s nothing like that. He gets right into it with his hands on my body, pressing himself into me as he finds my tits and twists my nipples, before leaning forward and pulling my tit to the side so he can suck my nipple and fondle my tits. His fingers in my cunt felt really good while he jerked off a little bit, then he sat on the floor and leaned back so his face was under my cunt and started eating me out. That was so fucking hot and unexpected, so naturally I grabbed his head and fucked his face. The way he was eating me hit every single squirt spot consistently, and it took everything I had not to piss on his face and in his mouth. Once he was done eating my cunt, he stood up and jerked his cock a couple strokes before sticking his thick dark cock into my cunt. He was fucking me good, and started talking dirty. He asked if I liked his big cock fucking my cunt, and told me I was good at taking his cock. He dumped a nice load inside, and we chatted while we gathered ourselves. I needed to run to the store so we left my house together, and his cum was dripping down my legs the whole time.
1:40 Conservative Redditor. I had posted on Reddit looking for a conservative/maga man to fuck me and call me a girl and all that. So, when he walked in the door, he said, “Daddy’s home.” I was immediately soaked, already bent over and pants down. He stuck it in and called me a good girl for taking his cock, said daddy’s little girl took his cock well, and things along those lines. That got me so hot I really wanted to throw him down and ride his cock, and I did in my mind, but in reality I let him finish fucking my wet cunt. He dumped a huge load inside, and I squeezed my cunt closed when I stood up to hold it in as long as I could. I love a good daddy load. We pulled up our pants and he gave me a side hug before leaving. I look forward to him coming around again. After he left, I went into my room and fucked myself with my dildo using his cum and smearing it all over my cunt.
A short while after my conservative Daddy left and I finished jerking off, a man from Sniffies sent me a message. He’s older than me, and cheating on his girlfriend. His cock felt perfect as he slid deep inside, and after only a few pumps I came hard all over his cock. He definitely knew how to use his cock because I was in the clouds as his strong thrusts and thick girth hit every pleasure spot inside my cunt. It was only another minute or so before I couldn’t hold it in anymore and I came all over his cock as he dumped his load all over my cunt. His cum immediately dripped from my gaping hole, and I allowed it. I rubbed my legs together and relished in all of the cum dripping down my legs. I went back into my room and resumed working on my memoir.
Around 5pm the man I’m talking to showed up for a quick load dump. I’ll never forget the first time we fucked. He came by for a pump n dump and we both vibed so well that he came back two more times that day, and we started texting more often in between the next couple fuck visits. Something was different about this time when he stuck it in, and I still can’t explain or describe it but it definitely was special. I came immediately. Literally. He stuck it in and I was undone. I have never cum like that before, and it didn’t really stop either. His cock is perfect for my cunt. The girth is *chef’s kiss*, his length hits the spot just right, and the vibe (the most important part) he’s got when he’s giving it to me makes it the whole package. I lost track of how many times I came, but he came twice. Two loads of his cum was swimming around inside my cunt and it was heaven. We were both foggy minded, me a little bit moreso from being bent over like I was. He makes me want to lie down and let him have his way with me, which you all know is not something I’m down for. After he got his wits about him and gathered himself, he asked me what I was doing this weekend so we could get some coffee, get to know each other more, and see if we’re compatible for dating. After he left and my mind returned to consciousness (lol) I realized that I never turned on the music for his visit like I usually do when a man dumps his load. The whole time neither one of us noticed that the only sound in my whole apartment was our bodies slamming together and his nuts smacking my huge hard clit. I really can’t wait for the next time we fuck :)
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My sister in law's tits part 2
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After our adventure at the campground I was unsure of what to do next. I know what we had done was wrong but I couldn't shake the image of my cock squirting cum between her tits. I couldn't shake the image of the next morning where I could very clearly see the dried cumstains on her shirt.
We didn't speak of it and moved on with our lives. I was content with this one time moment. A few months later it's the week before Christmas and she's staying over at my house for 2 days to do a cookie/baking marathon. I didn't know if I could risk giving her another load.
The day after she arrives she goes to the store with my wife and it's just me doing my wfh. I didn't think anything of it until I brought some toys into the guest room for my niece...and then I saw it. The same luggage bag she brought camping. All of the memories came back and I couldn't help it I had to at least see what she brought. I gently opened the zipper and started to shift clothes out of the way and that's when I saw them. Several colored thongs and matching bras. I even found the dirty clothes from the night before. I found her panties from last night, lacy, see-through undies. I pulled them out of the bag and wrapped them around my cock and I went as hard as I could. I could feel myself getting ready to cum and without any tissues to cover up I panicked and tried to pull them off me but it was too late. I filled up her dirty panties with my cum. I took a bit of a risk and put a little bit of my cum in each clean thong. No matter what she would be wearing my cum tonight.
After dinner she went to shower before bed while we put the kids down to sleep. My wife went upstairs first while I stayed with my sister in law by the TV to watch another episode of whatever it was we were watching. After about 30 min she went to use the bathroom. She came back and handed me her panties. She said, I can smell the cum in them did you put cum in off of my underwear. I looked at the panties and back at her and just said, yeah...
She takes the panties back and tell me... the pair that you fill up earlier? I wore that pair sonykud have more material to feel on your cock. Thongs just don't have that much to feel. Also, you must have been holding that load in a while because it tasted THICK when i licked it out of my panties. If you keep Cumming on things that go on me, why not just try to cum IN me?
I wasn't sure what so say, it's been months since the camping trip and when we have the chance again, she's up for it?
She takes off her t-shirt and jammy pants and stand in front of me. Those amazing 38dds I had seen before but now I see a perfectly trimmed pussy for the first time. She strattles me and pushes her tits into my face. I can smell the perfume on her. She starts to pussy grind my cock and I can hear her moaning softly in ear. She grinds me for another minute then asks, do you want to feel me from the inside? Instead of answering I just grab her asscheeks and lift her up just enough that my cock rises up and I slowly lower her onto it. I am fully inside her now.
She starts to move her hips, riding me up and down, in and out. I rise to meet her rhythm and we get into synch. What seemed like forever she grabs my chest and just scratches me down. That feeling made me almost cum but I managed to pull back enough to gain a second wind. I grab her ass checks again and pump myself into her meeting every thrust either a squeeze from her pussy. I tell her to lay back, so she does and spreads her incredibly sexy legs wide. I enter her again and meet each thrust. We're in perfect rhythm, her tits are bouncing everywhere. Our eyes meet and stay locked as I quicken my pace. I can feel her pussy wall tighten up and she's let's out a quiet fuck fuck I'm Cumming oh fuck. I quicken again and I can feel I'm about to cum. I don't even get a chance to tell her I'm Cumming she wrapped her legs around me tells me to fill her up with my cum. I couldn't pull out if i wanted to her legs are so strong.
So I think to myself okay this is it. I keep my pace steady and just as my first shot of cum is launching her pussy lips tighten again. That was it can't fight it. I shot 4 thick loads into her pussy, only slightly slowing my pace but pushing in as deep as I could.
We lock eyes still, panting and sweaty. Her pussy filled with my cum. I pull my cock out and she moves up and puts it in her mouth. She luck off both my remaining cum and the juices from her pussy. I lay on the ground and she lays there next to me and continues to give a blow job. I'm starting to get hard again so she says, round 2. She gets on top and cowgirls me. My cum is still in side her and I'm back in again. I've cummed 2 times already today what else is left. We keep at it. Swapping positions every few minutes but eventually I am behing her doggy style and a other orgasm tightens around my cock and the perfect time and I can feel the build up so I quicken my pace and shoot another load into her.
This time she's had enough. She puts on her panties and clothes as I do as well. She tells me that she cant wait to sleep the night away with my cum in her. She gives me a long kiss so i grab her waste as we just make out for a few. As I am playing with her nipple we hear movement upstairs so we stop. It's me niece so she goes upstairs and says goodnight.
The next morning she goes on as if nothing had happened. They finish baking and they leave. Ow I'm just wondering when the next time will be.
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The House in the Woods [F38/M39] [TW: CNC]
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She walked with her head down, hood up and music blasting through her headphones. Her awkward shyness seeping through every pore. Every insecurity playing through her mind. Her feet moving in time with the music as she walks through the park, towards the woods.
The dilapidated house at the far end of the woods was her quiet place. Where she could clear her brain. She had managed to restore the chairs and table for somewhere to sit and read. It was quiet, apart from the occasional rustle from the wildlife.
She would have heard him matching her steps if it wasn't for the music. Walking pace by pace, far enough behind that no one will notice him following her.
It was warm enough weather that the park was packed. Kids and adults playing, sunbathing, having a few drinks with friends. The perfect Saturday.
As she approached the house, she turned down her music and removed her headphones. Silence. A deep breath, and a long sigh. She could breath without the city sounds suffocating her. Smothering her voice.
She heaved open the door, and went inside.
He was watching from a distance. Hard with dripping with pre-cum, soaking into his tight boxers. He was ready to hold her down and fuck her hard.
She sat at the table, her flask of hot tea on the side, steaming. Her kindle paperwhite in her hand, finally relaxing after a tough week of working.
The creak of the floorboards broke the spell that she was in. As she turned he grabbed her by the head. One had over the mouth, the other holding the back of her head roughly.
Her scream was stuck in her throat. Warm urine running down her bare legs, instantly regretting the dress. Cursing herself for feeling that regret more than fearing what was about to happen.
She could feel his rock solid cock against her belly as her legs buckled beneath her.
He backed her against the table. Removing his hand from behind her head, he pushed her backwards, making sure her pussy was close enough to the edge of the table. His free hand pushing the flask onto the floor then taking the knife out of his back pocket and holding it against her throat.
"Make any noise and I will slit your throat" he growls at her, removing his hand from her mouth, slowly.
His hand pull her wet underwear to the side and sinks his fingers deep inside her wet crevice. Noticing her body jerking while he moves his fingers inside. Pumping. He drops the knife and holds her throat. Squeezing against her carotid. Knowing, from experience, she will go dizzy.
Her hands grabbing at his as she feels the dizziness and lack of air starting to affect her motor skills.
That's when he sees his chance to unzip his tight jeans. His hard dick standing strong against the fabric. He pulls it out, and rubs the tip against her dripping, sensitive clit. She involuntarily bucks her hips.
He removed his fingers and slams his cock into her with such a force that the table moves and becomes unsteady below them. Creaking and rocking with each thrust until it collapses under them.
His hand slips from her throat, as they fall to the floor. She gasps for air, she lets out a wild laugh and asks him if he is hurt. He hold her face tenderly "you did a shit job of repairing the table, baby" he chuckles.
He kisses her deeply, starts thrusting slowly and deeply. Her moans getting louder and her hips grinding in time with his. "I loved how scared you were, when you pissed yourself, I got so fucking solid" his voice low and animalistic in her ear. He grabbed her braless tits and nibbled her earlobe as an orgasm crash through her body.
Her pussy tightening around his cock, forcing thick streams of cum out. His head on her shoulder, panting, lips kissing her neck.
As they hold each other, "thank you for playing along for me, baby. I know it was difficult for you to do it" "baby, that was so fucking hot. I'd happily do it again for you, but not here! It's falling apart" he laughs.
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Becoming Dom
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Almost ten years ago I met a woman who was the first true submissive I've ever met and she wanted me to be her Dom.
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What makes this interesting is that before this point i was pretty vanilla. I had a few kinky ideas but had never really done anything even remotely "kinky". And I definitely didn't see myself as a Dom. I'm a goofball. I'm the dad all my kids friends like because I'm fun and friendly and easy to talk to. They could come to me and safely talk about their problems. Their parents liked me too because I know what the boundaries are and my advice was usually how to approach their parents with the problem. So I'm not trying to Dom anything lol.
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Then I met Alex. She was about tenish (I don't remember exactly) years older than me and we met through an augmented reality gps game. (Ingress if your wondering). We got along, discovered some shared interests and experiences, found out we ran in similar areas geographically and became friends.
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There was definitely chemistry between us so our banter would get flirty and inuendo laden at times. I wasn't looking to pursue anything because i was married at the time, as was she. So it was just fun flirty chat on various online platforms throughout the day.
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One day we're BSing about whatever and in the conversation it came up that she was a sub. She didn't say "Im submissive" or "I like to sub". It was a very declarative statement. I remember noticing how she said it. Of course, me being the horny goofball i am I told her "oh, send me a pic of your tits"
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She replied "lol. That's not how it works." We proceeded to spend the rest of the day and another day or two walking about how it really does work. As a vanilla guy at the time i found it not only remarkably erotic but also fascinating in a psychological and sociological way. If your the type of person that finds people and how they work interesting I definitely suggest researching Dom/ sub relationships, the lifestyle and the community. Like I said, fascinating.
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Our friendship and conversations continued much the way they had been, but with the addition of me teasing her about being a sub and her teasing me about not being strong enough to be a Dom. All in good fun. She likes being a sub and I'm secure enough to not be bothered by having my strength questioned.
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a couple weeks later (maybe, honestly my time sense in memory is terrible.) We're chatting and she mentions that she's just laying in bed naked. I say something about how someone should take advantage of that situation and use her. she said "who? lol, you?"
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I replied with something along the lines of if i wanted to i could. she said nuh uh, i said uh huh, I'm sure you can imagine how the conversation went. We were basically bluffing eachother, I thought. She finally said "you dont have the balls." So I replied with "oh, gimme your address" calling her bluff. (just want to add we had met IRL several times, I had just never been to her place.)
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She gave me the address and said "doors unlocked. I'm in the bedroom". Gulp. but this could still be a bluff. could be the wronf adress, door could be locked, she could be sitting in her living room fully clothed and laughing at me for being a punk. I mentioned I'm secure in my self, I'm also very competitve. I wasnt letting her win this little game.
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So i went to her house. Her car parked out front.
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Went to the door. Its unlocked.
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Go into the house. No one in the kitchen or living room.
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Go to the bedroom. there she is. laying on her side. Obviously naked under a blanket.
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GULP.
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What do you think, me? Well me, I think we're doing this. Can't come this far and quit now. And you know we're curious.
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Remembering the things we've talked about before I walk into her bedroom and throw the blanet off of her, exposing her entire naked body to me. She doesn't say anything, just watches. I don't say anything, just look.
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Then I put my hand on her calve, slide it up to her legs to her ass, squeezing it and groping it before giving it a few smacks. slding further up her body, giving her breasts a good groping and pinching the nipples. they got hard almost imediatly. Still no words from either of us.
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I grab her by her hair with one hand and unzip my jeans wit the other. pulling out my alread raging hard on i push it between her lips. she welcomes me enthusiastically. She's doing a hell of a job and I'm really enjoying it when i go a little deeper than i meant and she gags. remember, I'm a vanilla guy here. I immediately start to withdraw. She grabs my ass and pulls me hard in deeper, till she's gagging and choking and my balls are against her face. Holy shit that's fucking amazing. I've never felt nor seen nor heard anything as erotic as the first time she took me down her throat. I'm not ashamed to admit I came almost immediately, right down her throat.
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After we both caught our breaths she liked all the spit and saliva and mucas off my cock, I put my cock away, and walked out. Never a word was said.
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And that's how I got into my first and only D/s relationship. I was seduced into it. I have no idea what she saw in me that made her want to submit to me but I'm damned glad she did. What followed was the most intense period of my life. Gotta say i Miss her.
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If your a Dom or a sub I'd love to hear your story or your take on why she chose me like that.
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If your alex I'd love to hear from you again.
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Feeding Time, part 3 [M45/F31] [lactation, hucow, mindbreak, drugs, oral, impreg, BDSM, exhibition]
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I reached to rearrange my breasts back into the cups of the bra. His eyes snapped to mine, and I swear his gaze literally scorched me.
“Did I say you could cover yourself?”
My breath hitched. I shook my head, hand frozen on my left breast. He growled.
Growled.
I couldn’t help it. A whimper escaped my lips as another gush of fluid trailed from underneath my skirt and down my thighs.
“Hands at your sides, cow.”
I obeyed. “Yes sir.”
The still air of the elevator was cool on my skin, dewy from a mix of his saliva coating my breast and the cold sweat that had beaded across my entire body. My legs shook as the elevator climbed toward the 14th floor and the doors at last pulled apart to reveal the (thankfully) empty hallway.
“Odd. This is usually when Mr. Ferguson steps out to get his paper.” Sir pushed me forward, his fingers smacking the curve of my ass with a light thwack as I stumbled out the doors. “I guess we’ll just have to walk you tomorrow.”
Walk me? I was seriously beginning to question what I’d gotten myself into. Sure, I’d been intrigued–eager even–to try lactating with a man. This was basically one, long, anonymous hookup after all. For three weeks, I was to allow this man free access to me, and he claimed that he could get me to lactate.
And I’d get to feel what it’s like to have milk come out of me.
I shivered, but this time it had nothing to do with the temperature in the high-rise apartment building. He directed me to his apartment, and slowly removed his keys from his pocket. The whole time, I could feel his rapt attention on me, making sure I wasn’t making any attempt to clasp my bra or button my shirt again.
He pushed his key into the lock, and froze. He turned to me.
I blinked up at him.
“On your knees.”
“What?” I breathed. He had to be joking. We were right here at his door.
He raised an eyebrow. I didn’t move.
And then, before I could even react to stop it, he raised his hand and whipped it across my breast with a firm *smack*!
My nipples went rock-solid, and I gasped loudly.
“The next time, it’ll sting,” he muttered, leaning his head down until I could feel the warm air from his lips against the shell of my ear. “Now. On. Your. Knees.”
I sank to the floor, keeping my torso upright.
“Hands on the ground. All fours.”
I swallowed. And then, slowly, I bent forward at the waist and did as he said.
My large breasts sagged towards the ground between my arms, my still-sensitive nipples mere inches away from the tile floor. I watched his shoes as he paced around me, until his legs passed my peripheral vision and I could only feel the radiant heat of him as he stood eerily still behind me.
I held my breath. Was he going to spank me? Was I being punished? In the hallway?
I didn’t sign up for being an exhibitionist.
*So why am I so wet?*
With my bare knees on the ground I could feel it–my pussy juices were smearing on the ground underneath me, lubricating the smooth, cold tile and making it slippery. Then I felt two long, warm fingers trail up the back of my thighs, under my skirt, and sink right in between the lips of my pussy.
And I moaned.
“That’s a good girl, sweetheart,” he said, sliding his fingers in and out between my folds, swiping briefly–tantalizingly–where I wanted him most. “I was beginning to think you weren’t ready for this commitment. That maybe you were having second thoughts.”
He pushed in deeper and a strange, croaking noise squeaked out of my throat. His fingers curled down toward the floor while they twisted inside me, and it was like nothing I’d ever felt before.
*Oh God, is that my G-spot?*
I’d thought it was a myth. Certainly no guy I’d dated had ever found it. Nor had I, anytime I’d tri–*”Oooooooooh Gooooooooooood.”*
That was me. I was panting and moaning and his fingers were zeroing in on somewhere deep inside me, and a pressure was building in the pit of my core like nothing I’d ever felt before. At once I felt a tugging behind my belly button and the sudden urge to pee, all while a deep, all-consuming pleasure rumbled at my core and my whole body started to shudder.
His other hand grabbed at my hip, and his fingertips sank into my forgiving flesh. The sensation was grounding, and I suddenly remembered that I was in a hallway in a semi-public building, with my ass and pussy exposed and my naked breasts swinging towards the floor and a man fingering me for all to see.
I panicked, clenching down on his fingers. My head shot forward, and I felt his breath on my neck. “Are you?”
“Wha–what?” I breathed, shaking, and he laughed before I could get any other words out.
“Having second thoughts? Do you want me to stop?”
And just like that, his fingers stopped moving. But instead of pulling them out, he dug his fingers into my hip and clenched my pussy in his other hand, squeezing my mound between his fingers and thumb. I felt him surround me inside and out. It was somehow both less and more intense at the same time.
I could hardly draw a breath.
I tried to wiggle out of his hold, but his arms were too strong. I whimpered.
“Don’t… stop…” I managed to wheeze out.
Dear God, I could hardly think. Every ounce of my attention was focused on that diving pressure between my legs. My eyes teared, and the hallway blurred before me until I could almost convince myself it wasn’t actually there at all. I sighed as his fingers pulsed once, twice.
“Don’t stop, what?”
I only paused for a second as I tried to remember what he meant.
“Sir. Don’t stop, sir. Please.”
I felt the heat of him curl over my back as he growled into my ear. *“Good girl.”*
The pressure briefly let up as he adjusted his grip, and then his fingers went to work.
It felt like he was swelling and writhing his hand within me, curling and straightening his fingers as he swirled around and around my channel. I lost myself in the sensation, the tugging I'd felt earlier in my stomach drawing in my abdomen muscles as I clenched around him with everything I had.
I was going to pee. I was going to explode. I breathed heavily, in and out, trying to keep from making a fool out of myself. What was going on?
*"*Relax for me. Let it out. Never fight me."
Tears sprang from my eyes as I obeyed. I could feel my entire body let go as his fingers pressed inside me again and again, making me shudder and keen and lose total control as he sent me spiraling into oblivion. Liquid was everywhere, soaking my legs, my skirt, the underside of my tits, and the floor beneath us. That first orgasm left a giant, slippery puddle in front of his door.
His shoes squeaked as he straightened, and he told me not to worry about it. Then, he twisted the key in the lock, and gestured for me to crawl inside.
“Welcome home.”
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My boyfriend and his coworker spitroasted me (22M 22F 21M) (Long Read)
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So my boyfriend (22M) we'll call him D and I (22F) have been entertaining the idea of having sex with other people. I do Onlyfans and we sext other people so it's a natural stepping stone, opening our relationship to having 3ways. Each time we've talked about it we've always been actively fucking, his cock thrusting in and out of me telling me how hot it would be to see another man or even better a woman play with me too. Well last night it actually happened. After work my boyfriends coworker (21M who we will call K) picked up a bottle of four roses (gross but adorable because my name is rose) and we went back to his place. At first it was innocent looks, small comments on how i looked and what i was wearing. I'll post a picture of my outfit to show how scantily i was dressed. At the beginning D controlled it all, he told K to touch me, to compliment me, to smack my ass, But as the bottle went down so did our insecurities. K informed my boyfriend that he has black light body paint, they then spent the next 20 minutes or so taking shots and painting on my naked body writing words like enter with an arrow pointing to my pussy, making my titties look like flowers, using the paint as an excuse to explore my body even tho neither of them really needed an excuse. My whore self would have let them explore my body either way, the paint just added a level of spice. After using up all the skin on the front of my body K suggested to D that they flip me over and paint my ass too, they slapped my ass grabbed at my thighs and at the end when all the paint was gone D burnt me with the cigarette we had all been sharing. The sensation of the burn turned me on so much, having all 4 hands on my naked body at once made my pussy so wet. They then took turns burning my precious little body with candles and not the correct ones either so they left my body blistered and I loved every second of it. After playing with and abusing my ass cheeks, stomach and titties they finally start to play with my pussy. Now the real fun has started. D puts on a condom and starts fucking me doggy style, pounding his massive cock into my tight little pussy. I look up and K is standing infront of me pants still on. D and I must of had the same thought because just as quickly as I thought It I hear D whisper in my ear to take K's pants off and suck his cock. As I put put his cock in my mouth I can feel D's cock grow bigger and harder stretching my pussy like never before. I was so focused on how good D's cock felt I barley noticed K fucking my mouth. After about 15 minutes they switch and now D's rock hard cock is trying to make a home in my throat while K's balls deep in my pussy. After D came they took their cocks out of my holes and finger fucked me untill I squirted all over K's bed leaving a giant wet spot. It was so fun, and I came so hard. I'm excited to share these experiences with my boyfriend and I can't wait for the next one. Maybe with a girl.
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Camp shower fun
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You knock on the campground family bathroom door, I let you in. We chose it as it's bigger, and arrived separately, as we are both here with different groups.
I'm already undressed, I only have to pull the strings on your bikini to get you the same way. I turn on the water and bring you in for a kiss, slow, sensual, sucking on your lips, taking your tongue into my mouth, returning the favour. We are stroking each other's genitals, you getting wet and slippery, me growing harder in your persistent hand.
I turn you around, lift your hands and place them on the wall of the shower, the hot gentle water flowing over your sun-kissed body.
I pick up the body lotion, squirt some on my hands, and start at your shoulders, I work my way down your back and buttocks, lathering, caressing, cleaning, then further down your thighs and calves. I squeeze more body wash into my hands, one hand coats and lathers my stiff cock, the other massages and probes your tight ass, first one finger slips in, then another, Until they are slipping in and out with ease, and your moans increase.
I remove my fingers, and place the head of my cock at the entrance to your forbidden hole. Slowly, but steadily, we ease it inside you, until my thighs are pressed against your gorgeous butt cheeks. I start to pump, in and out, the rhythm increasing. I have to place a hand over your mouth to hush your moans, lest we get caught.
You start pushing back, our pace increasing, our bodies slapping together under the shower stream.
I reach down and stroke your clit, you scream into my hand and explode, your juices flowing with the shower water.
I too reach my climax, pulsing inside you, until my hardness starts to subside and I slip out.
You spin around and crouch to clean me with your mouth, my come dripping from your ass. We wash, then dry each other, then you slip out to rejoin your party, and I follow a minute or so later.
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Me (21F) and him (20-30s M) while the Uber driver watched.
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I felt his arm grip around my waist as he pulled me into him. It was cold and rainy outside, and I appreciated the warmth he offered me under his hold. We stood out on the sidewalk while waiting for our Uber. My breath formed a cloud as I sighed and spoke,
“Is it almost here? It’s so cold.” I ask him.
“Says it’s 2 minutes away.” He responded, looking down at me pressed to his side.
“Wasn’t cold enough for you to skip out on that outfit..” He added, smiling slightly.
I glanced down at what I was wearing. Yeah, I didn’t really dress for the weather. I had other goals in mind.
I was wearing one of his favorite tops that left little to the imagination when it came to my chest. All night I had been teasing him endlessly. Lightly brushing my hand across his crotch while reaching over him, leaning over in front of him so he could see down my shirt…
I wanted him really fucking bad.
The drinks we had at the bar were still in my system and the buzz I was feeling had me in the palm of his hands. He had been playing nonchalant all night, but I knew him, and I knew that he knew what I was doing. I pressed myself up against him and looked up at him longingly. I thought of what I could say to get a reaction out of him, but I was cut off by the sound of an approaching vehicle.
The car rolled to a stop in front of us before the driver rolled their window down. He looked young, possibly around my age.
“Are you guys waiting for the Uber?” he spoke.
We affirmed his question and clambered into the back of the vehicle. He began making small talk with the driver, which normally I would chime in on, but at the moment my mind was entirely occupied with something else.
I slid over, wanting to be closer to him. While he was engrossed in the conversation, I rested my head on his shoulder. I placed my hand on his thigh, caressing it over his jeans at the knee while slowly moving upward. I aimlessly traced patterns with my finger, getting ever so close to his crotch but not quite there. He looked down at me momentarily, shooting me a “what are you doing” look.
Their conversation eventually faded out but we still had quite a long drive. The air felt hot and thick with my need. I couldn’t keep my hands off of him, just wanting to touch him in some way. I took a finger a slowly slid it from the middle of his thigh to his hardness. Oh, he was hard.
My core tingled with excitement. Sure, I was horny before, but now knowing that he was hard felt like torture. My body was screaming to just climb on top of him and ride him right there.
I needed to feel him.
I lifted my head off his shoulder and turned to catch his lips against mine. He clearly was expecting a simple peck, and I could sense his surprise when I kept going, deepening our kiss. I snaked a hand onto the back of his head, gently gripping his hair. My other hand slid up and down his arms and his shoulder, wanting to feel every inch of his body.
I wanted more, more, more.
I slipped my tongue out, testing the waters to see if he would play into my game. He accepted it, our kiss now turning into a complete make-out. I was so caught up in my need that I didn’t care about the driver at the moment. I just needed to feel him.
We stayed like that for a moment before he pulled his lips off of mine. He stared into my eyes, almost like he was trying to figure out what I was thinking. He must have suddenly realized what we were doing because he turned to look at the driver.
“I’m sorry about that. Forgot there was someone else here for a second.” He spoke, laughing lightly at the end.
“I didn’t mind.” The driver replied, smiling widely.
The answer he gave surprised me a little. Hell, if I was an Uber driver I wouldn’t want to deal with a drunk horny couple on my shift.
“You’d be surprised how much I’ve seen while doing this gig. It doesn’t bother me.” He continued, the same wide smile on his face.
That was the only go ahead I needed.
I turned to him, my want reignited even stronger, and grasped the back of his head again while pulling him in for a kiss. He seemed to have let go of his inhibitions as well. His hands finally touched me, one of them cupping the side of my face while the other roamed around my body. I kissed him deeply and resisted the urge to moan into it as his hands on my body felt electrifying. I wondered if the driver was watching, but didn’t bother to look.
I felt his hand grope my breasts as his tongue danced with mine. I couldn’t hold it in anymore and I let out a soft moan as he squeezed them, playing with them in his hands over my top. His other hand let go of my face and traced the hem of my shirt. He slipped his fingers underneath and slid them upward, inching towards my chest. He caressed his way up, making me melt with his soft touches. Finally, he squeezed my breast underneath my top before taking the nipple between his fingers, pinching and rolling it exactly how he knew I loved it.
The moans escaping my mouth were definitely heard by the driver. I still didn’t care.
I was so tired of waiting. I let go of him, eagerly pulling my top off and tossing it on the floor of the car. I laid back, his body now sitting between my legs. I slid my jeans off next.
“I really want you. Right now.”
I choked out, almost pleading. He looked at me with hunger in his eyes, before turning to look at the driver. He started to speak before the driver cut him off,
“There aren’t a lot of other cars on the road. You guys should be fine.” The driver spoke matter-of-factly like this was an everyday occurrence for him.
That must have been good enough for him because before I knew it my panties had been yanked down and off of my legs.
“Moan loud for me baby.” He whispered, looking into my eyes.
He spread my legs apart with his hands. He slid his hand from my knee down to my inner thigh.
“It’s so dark in here and I can still see how wet you are…” He murmured, my pussy glistening from the lights flashing through the windows.
His fingers finally touched my aching pussy. He pushed a single digit into me, gathering my juices before taking it out and placing it in his mouth. He made a throaty noise of approval, almost guttural and laced with desire. His hand went back to my slit, spreading my wetness all around. My need for him had been aching so badly all night that the sensations felt like I was on fire.
He dipped his head down between my legs, gingerly licking across the length of my pussy before he let his tongue play with my clit. The noises of my wetness and his tongue combined with my moaning filled the car. The tension was finally exploding and I felt more than amazing. While he expertly ate my pussy, his finger pushed back inside of me, fucking me fast. I knew I wouldn’t last long.
This is exactly what I needed.
Another finger followed his first, pushing against my walls to join the other. He used his fingers to fuck me while his tongue flicked across my clit. I moaned like we were alone at home, and I loved it. I felt so naughty and daring, being eaten out like this in the backseat of a stranger's car. Moreover, an Uber driver’s car. It only turned me on more. I wondered if the driver was watching, but I couldn’t see him from the angle I was at. Nonetheless, the thought of him watching drove me crazier, and I finally spilled over. I thought about what he must be thinking, or if he was getting off on watching us. I held myself back from yelling as I came on his tongue and fingers, gasping for breaths in between.
He wasted no time. He continued for a moment, before abruptly stopping and repositioning himself to be fully in between my legs. He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants before retrieving his hard cock from the confines.
I raised upwards momentarily, wanting to take his cock in my mouth, but he stopped me with his hand on my chest. He pushed me back down against the seat.
“I need to fuck you now.” He said.
Well, I wasn’t going to argue with that. I settled back against the seat, my eyes locked on his. He grabbed his cock in one hand and guided it to my entrance. His cock pushed into me slowly but steadily and with force. I let out a long moan, almost like a whine, as I felt him sink in further and further. He didn’t give me much time to adjust, immediately thrusting his hips against me. The angle I was lying at felt uncomfortable, my head bumping against the car door with every thrust, but I didn’t care. The waves of pleasure occupied my thoughts.
His head came down next to mine, his lips pressed to my ear.
“You love this, don’t you? You love being fucked while another man is watching. Did you want him to know what a little slut you are for me? Hmm? Did you think I didn’t notice you teasing me all night?” He spoke, his voice breathy and breaking as he thrust.
“My pretty girl, so innocent. Yet, here she is. Getting fucked in the backseat of an Uber.” He whispered again, lightly chuckling at the end of his sentence.
His words only drove me wilder as I pushed my hips against him, trying anything to feel more of him. His hand reached for my throat, snaking around it with a firm grip.
“Tell him how good it feels. I want him to hear how good I’m fucking you. Tell him how good daddy fucks you.” He whispered in my ear again.
“Fuck, you feel so good inside me, daddy. Please don’t stop! I want to feel daddy cum inside of me!” I half-yelled, half-moaned. Every time his cock thrust inside of me felt like a new wave of pleasure, heightened by the situation.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum in you baby.” He groaned.
He thrusted a few more times before letting out a long groan, flooding me with his warm cum, just as I wanted.
He continued thrusting while he rode out his high, lazily slapping his skin against mine. We stayed like that for a few moments.
“Nice timing. We’ll be there in 3 minutes.” The driver spoke out.
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[S/S] The moment when your sister gets a boner in public!!!
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Jeff, my sister and I all went shopping last night. We were walking around the outside part of the mall when my sister made a frustrated sound. We looked and she was pitching a tent in her yoga pants!!!
She has been undergoing hormone therapy for a few years and usually, the hormones make it difficult for her to get hard. Once in a while, this happens, and she gets a rager that she can't control.
Jeff and I huddled around her to hide it and she began getting emotional and upset. Jeff handed me his keys and I went to get the car. He stayed with her and blocked her so the shoppers and families did not see her boner. When she got in the car, she started crying and apologizing for us having to leave early. Her hormones were outta control and we just tried to calm her down.
Jeff got in the back seat and told me to park farther from the mall. I heard Jeff say, "It's ok, c'mere Baby." Then he whipped out her dick and started sucking it in the backseat!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I got so HORNY I had to reach in the back and hold her dick while Jeff had it in his mouth. I have only ever seen Jeff suck her dick once before and it turned me into a berserk little horny sex monkey!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
After she came, she felt better, and her dick was able to relax. We then shopped for a couple more hours.
When we got home, I took my clothes off and was like "Somebody needs to fuck me before I go insane!!!!!!!!"
My sister went down on me until I made a big squirt and then Jeff fucked me like an animal!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I love sexy time.
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My Wife, His Property (Ch.02 Denial) Part 1 [F21 M23] [Hotwife] [Cuckold]
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It was already nine in the morning, when we both woke up in our hotel room. I had a headache, which was undoubtedly an after-effect of the alcohol we drank yesterday, and yet, all I could think about was what had happened last night.
"Babe, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cu...... Ahhhhhhhhhh!"
Echoed Olivia's lustful moaning in my head as I thought about her intense orgasm. Images of her popped up in front of my eyes and I saw, how she tensed up and held onto the bed while the dildo reached places that have never been reached before.
The next thing that came in my mind was, how Olivia's pussy looked like, when taking the big black BBC dildo. It turned me on extremely to see how it spread her open. The contrast between the black dildo and her white skin. The big size difference between my cock and the black behemoth. Everything about it just impressed me, especially when I think about her orgasms that she got from it. They were the most intense she has ever experienced, and I can still feel in my mind her body shaking from the intense pleasure she received.
I learned a lot last night. The first thing what I learned is, that a woman has two virginities. One she loses when she has sex for the first time and the other, when she gets fucked by a real big dick for the first time.
In addition, the night also cleared my doubts.
For the last few years, I have developed a passion for hotwife erotica, but I have always separated my imagination from my life. It wasn't until I met Olivia that I started thinking about making it more than just a fantasy. But I wasn't sure myself, if the hotwife lifestyle should be a part of my life, or if I just like it in the porn. But now, after seeing the big impact the dildo had on her, I knew that I wanted more. I didn't feel jealous about the fact, that Olivia enjoyed something else more than my dick. I felt rather exited to see her reaching new sexual sensations, far beyond what she experienced with my dick before. This experience had something very intimate about it, and I loved it.
Furthermore, I have learned from Olivia's reaction to the dildo and her strong orgasms, that Olivia enjoyed the feeling of being completely filled and that the dildo has brought her to a sexual climax that had previously remained hidden from her. Because of all these reasons, I knew, that I wanted to push this fantasy further.
After what happened last night, you might expect that the dildo was now a part of our sex life, at least that's what I expected.
Wrong.
Olivia behaved reluctantly after the night. For the first two days she didn't let me touch her, because her pussy was so sore, which was understandable, of course. But when I wanted to use the dildo again on the last day of our Spain trip, she didn't want it, grabbed my cock instead and told me, “Today I want the real thing honey."
And that's how our trip ended. We came back to Germany and lived our normal life again. She focused on her studies while I focused on my work. I hope that Olivia opened up more to me during sex after Spain, but without alcohol, our sex life went back to normal, and I hated it.
Don't get me wrong, Olivia looks astonishing. She is an 11 out of 10, but sex with an 11 isn't great either if the 11 is too shy to do anything in bed.
Since we came back to Germany I missed dirty talk, I missed dirty sex, and I missed the shaking orgasms Olivia got from the BBC dildo.
Occasionally, I tried once or twice a month to get the dildo involved in our sex life, but she never let me fuck her with it. I always knew that turning Olivia into a hot wife was going to be hard. I was her first kiss, I was the first and the only one who ever touched her, and I took her virginity. Olivia always wanted a monogamous relationship. All she ever wanted was to find a man and be loyal to him. And that's also something that many men want from their women. But I didn't want it. I wanted her to be my slut and share her with other men. After Spain, I had no doubts that Olivia liked the dildo. I was sure we'd bring it into our sex lives, but for reasons that I couldn't explain to myself, Olivia avoided the dildo. I remember thinking about it day and night, why she was acting this way, and I couldn't find an answer.
Of course, I know today why she behaved like this back then, because we talked about the beginning of her hotwife lifestyle later in this story.
You must understand that some women tend to be more open about the idea of being shared, while others, like my sweet Olivia, are reluctant. Until Olivia became my hotwife, she had to go through different stages, before she could enjoy the hotwife lifestyle with passion, and I call the first stage the "Denial phase."
Before I used the dildo on her, Olivia always thought, that my dick is 'as good as sex can get,' but during this one night in Spain, the black behemoth showed her a world, that was previously hidden from her. A world of intense pleasure and orgasms that felt like her soul had been fucked. That night showed her that sex is far more, then what my cock can give her. And yet, even though she knew that this was true, she denied it. She didn't want to accept that there was anything better than my dick and tried to convince herself that my cock was the best, even if that wasn't the truth.
In addition to that, she denied me to use the dildo on her, because she was afraid that the dildo would prove to her once again that it is better than my cock and that she would get addicted to this intense pleasure.
And that's why I decided to name the first phase of Olivia's hotwife transformation, and the second chapter of this story, "denial."
Although our sex life wasn't as good as I wanted it to be, our relationship got even better after Spain. We decided that after our trip, we would look for an apartment, where we would move in together. After looking for a few months, we found a nice three-room apartment near the Downtown area. We received the keys to the apartment on December 1st, 2018, but it took us almost two months to finish moving to the new apartment, so we were done by the end of January.
As I mentioned before, our apartment had three rooms. The kitchen was integrated into the living room. The second-largest room in the apartment, became our bedroom and the entrance from the bedroom was positioned in a way, so that you could see the whole living room from the bedroom entrance. Originally, we were both looking for a two-room apartment, since we didn't have any use for a third room now. But the perfect location and good price made us choose this apartment. Since we didn't know what to do with the third and last room, I decided to turn it into a gaming room.
Since many friends of ours helped us move to the new apartment, we promised them a housewarming party. The party was supposed to take place on the 9th of February 2019 because that day was a Saturday.
Because the last two months were stressful due to the move, I didn't think about my hotwife fantasy, but rather focused all my free time and strength into our new apartment. That all changed after I moved in with Olivia and her best friend Sasha came to visit us on the weekend before the party.
Sasha and Olivia have known each other since they were little, because their parents are neighbors. Sasha is a Ukrainian girl, a very sweet blonde and has a sunshine vibe. Together, they always called themselves Blondie & brownie team.
Anyway, we also invited Sasha to our housewarming party. As she visited us at our new apartment and talked to Olivia, I overheard Sasha trying to convince Olivia to drink alcohol at our party,
"We haven't had a drink for a long time, now this would be the perfect opportunity to catch up, Liv."
But Olivia wanted to talk her way out of the situation, and responded,
"Oh, I don't know. Besides, the party is still at my house, so I have to keep a clear head."
"Oh, come on, Liv! Don't let me down." Fumed Sasha, "Also, you don't have to take care of everything by yourself, Ben will be there too."
"Yeah, you are right, Sasha. I will have a drink with you and the girls." Answered Olivia.
When I found out from the conversation that Olivia was planning to drink at our party, I immediately knew, that I couldn't pass up the opportunity. I knew, that when Olivia gets drunk, she can't control her inner slut. I knew that this time she will not refuse the dildo, but rather submit to the pleasure of it.
I couldn't wait until next weekend....
The next weekend came and with it the planned housewarming party. Even if not everyone who was invited came, like my little sister Hannah for example, we still had a full house. Olivia's older sister, Sarah (25 years old), came with her husband James (29 years old). Sasha also came, of course, but unlike Sarah, she came alone because she was single. In addition, there were a few friends of mine and Olivia's, who were present at the party, but I won't mention them, as they are unimportant for the further chapters of this story. But I still must mention one person though, namely my best friend Matthew, or as I like to call him, Matt.
A short background story, I met Matt in elementary school. He was a year older than me, and because I never had a big brother, he took over the role of my big brother for me.
But back to the party again. The party started at 4 p.m. Most of the guests come on time and gave us gifts as they were congratulating us on getting a nice apartment and starting a new stage of life as a couple. There was plenty of food for our guests and various alcohols. The girls decided together that they all drink wine, while we men started with beer. Finally, as the last guest arrived, we all toasted in the name of the new apartment, before we did a room tour, to show our guests our finished apartment.
Afterward, the party went well, and everyone had fun. We danced in the living room, drank good drinks, talked and laughed a lot, and I smoked cigars with Matt on the balcony. But while I was supposed to be enjoying the time, all I could think about was Olivia and the awesome sex we're going to have afterward. The feeling of being drunk again reminded me of Spain and made me crave her even more.
I knew that Olivia must be having similar thoughts, when I noticed her staring at me several times. I knew this look all too well.
So, I wanted to tease Olivia a bit, but unlike in Spain it was very difficult here, because the people who surrounded us were no strangers to us. Even when we did feel the urge, we couldn't let the alcohol guide us, and start touching or making out, while our family and friends were still around.
So of course we have pulled together and kept our hands off each other, until our guests left, which was just before one o'clock in the morning.....
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"Get home safely," said Olivia to Sasha as she made her way home, whereupon Sasha replied with a short,
"I will."
"And don't forget to text me, that you got home safely, Sasha," Olivia called after her, as Sasha was already going down the stairs.
"I won't," Sasha replied.
With a loud click, Olivia closed the door before smiling at me.
"Why are you smiling at me like that?" I asked her curiously.
But instead of getting an answer, she ran towards me and jumped on top of me, where she then held on to me with her legs and arms. Next, she kissed my forehead lovingly and said to me,
"Because you're finally mine."
"What do you mean, I'm always yours, Darling," I replied and made my way to put Olivia down on the couch.
"You know, Ben" Olivia started talking, "Do not get me wrong, I like our friends and I really had fun today, but I miss your touch and your kisses a lot, when we are around people."
Olivia was right, and I felt the same as her. We were a couple who didn't like kissing in front of other people, and that's why we never kissed in front of others. That's why we're always happy when we're alone again, like now, after the party.
I put Olivia down on the couch and said,
"Hey, I know what you mean, because I feel the same way," and I turned to get two glasses and a bottle of wine from the table, then I continued,
"I know we've all toasted, but let's toast again, just the two of us. To us and our new apartment and to the time we spend here together. After all, we're just starting a new chapter in our lives."
"Well, you know what they say. It's bad luck, if you don't toast to your new home. Besides, I would love to clink glasses with you, my love." She replied and looked at me with her sweet smile.
In retrospect, I have to admit, that it was a mistake to drink wine. Olivia only drank wine all evening, but I mixed various alcohols. I started with beer, then I drank whiskey and now the wine. As we all know, the golden rule is that you should only have one type of alcohol during a night, and I broke that rule and poured a glass for both of us. Then I lay down with her on the couch, where we cuddled together and enjoyed our wine.
This was the first time since that night in Spain, where Olivia and I had a drink together. This time, however, it was completely different from in Spain. In Spain, the night started out very wild, we danced in a bar and made out on the dance floor. Also, because we were on vacation, it lent a sense of wildness and freedom to the whole situation.
This time, however, we weren't on vacation. Instead, we started a new phase in our life and moved in together. For this reason, there was no wildness, but instead there was a huge love that we both felt for each other. I was horny and could hardly wait to use the dildo on her again, but at the same time, I was overcome by my feelings for Olivia. I knew that she is the right woman in my life and the feelings I felt prove to me, that she is also the right one with whom I can live out my wild sex fantasies and make my hotwife.
As we lay there on the couch, enjoying each other's closeness, I said to her,
"You know, Liv, it's crazy, we've been living together for two weeks now, but only now am I starting to realize it."
"Oh really!?" laughed Olivia out loud, "two weeks is a long time to realize it, Darling"
"Yeah, I know," I replied, "But somehow, I couldn't comprehend before, that all of this is true and really happening. I mean, I moved in with the person I love. Every day for the last two weeks has been just perfect and even though we haven't got married, yet it feels like we're already husband and wife." I looked her deeply in the eyes before continuing, "Olivia, you truly make me the happiest man in the whole world."
For a brief moment, neither of us said anything. We just stared deep into each other's eyes and felt the immense love of each other.
It was Olivia who finally broke the silence between us, by grabbing my head and pulling me into a passionate kiss. We kissed for a moment and let our tongues play with each other, until Olivia broke the kiss and whispered in my ear,
"Ben, I want you to lay your hands on me."
This was the moment we both waited for the whole evening. Olivia pulled me back into a kiss, as I ran my hand over her body. Along with the alcohol, I felt an incredible rush of lust and love for Olivia.
Mid-kiss, I felt her open my pants with her hand and start massaging my cock, to get it hard and ready for what was about to happen next. At the same time, I slipped my hand under her black dress, to massage her beautiful breasts. Then, I started playing with her nipples and could feel them getting hard between my fingers, to which Olivia responded with a sweet, "Mmmmm."
When my cock got hard, Olivia swung her leg around me, so that she was now sitting on my lap. Now I was sitting on the couch with Olivia on top of me in the cowgirl position. We made out for a little while, until Olivia exploded with lust,
"Ben, I need your dick, baby. Help me get it out."
I looked into her eyes and replied,
"Someone is really horny today."
She smiled at me and answered,
"I have been horny all evening, Darling, but now can I really enjoy it," and then we continued kissing.
At the same time, I took my dick out of my pants and Olivia pulled her dress up over her ass. Next, I leaned back, and Olivia started rubbing her clit against my cock with gentle, but very passionate, hip movements. That teased us a lot, since the only thing separating my cock from her sweet pussy was her thin panties.
"Oh Yes, I missed that," she said and gasped softly, each time her clit rubbed against my cock.
For a short moment, I just lay on the couch and enjoyed the spectacle of how Olivia moved sexy, while being on top of me. After a short time, I noticed, that my cock was wet.
"Her panties must be soaking wet from all this arousement," I thought.
Because I noticed how wet she was, the longing for her body overcame me, and I ran my hand along her body towards her panties, to push them aside and to feel her wet pussy. But when I touched her wet panties, Olivia pushed my hand away and said,
"No, No, No..... You are too hasty, Mr.... Patience is the key. Soon, all this will be yours."
I gave her a strange stare and replied,
"Are you trying to tease me?"
In response, Olivia gave me a sexy smile and said,
"Yes."
Then she got up, grabbed a chair and placed it in front of me.
"And now, sit down here." she said and made her way to the bedroom to get her phone which was charging there.
"I wonder what she is planning to do." I thought to myself and got up. But when I got up, a sudden dizziness came over me.
"What is wrong with me," I thought to myself.
Then I realized what was going on here. I've already mixed beer with whiskey. And now wine. The wine is probably now slowly starting to work. Luckily, I could bear the dizziness better as I sat down on the chair.
Suddenly, I heard sexy music start playing from the soundbar. I still have a catchy tune from this song to this day, when I think about the evening. And the song's name is 'Fleur Blanche.'
As the song started playing, Olivia came towards me out of the bedroom. When I saw her coming, all I could think about was how good-looking she was.
"Here she comes, my Venus, the goddess of beauty," I thought to myself.
As soon as Olivia got in front of me, she started stripping and sexy dancing. Her movements matched the beat of the song and were very elegant and very seductive.
"Damn, baby, you move smoking hot!" I told her, and Olivia gave me a sweet smile in response.
When she was with her butt over my lap, I felt tempted to touch her. But at my touch, Olivia responded,
"No touching, Mr..... Just looking."
I realized, from the way Olivia danced, that she must have planned and practiced it in advance. In any case, it wasn't a spontaneous action, that was clear. It made me happy, because it showed me, that Olivia was also thinking about how she could satisfy me sexually. But knowing Olivia, she was probably too shy to put on a show like that for me without the alcohol. Now that the alcohol was loosening her up, she felt no inhibitions and did her best to impress me.
Next, Olivia walked around the chair and started to unbutton my black shirt from behind. While she undid my shirt, button by button, she kissed me tenderly on my ear and then on my neck..... I really felt like I was in heaven......
Finally, Olivia said to me,
"it's really hot in here, would you help me to undress?" As she turned her back to me, revealing a zipper. Olivia continued,
"But not with your hands. With your mouth, Darling."
So, I grabbed her zipper between my teeth and tried to unzip it. I have to admit, that it was a bit difficult first, but after a few tries it worked. After my success, Olivia let the dress fall to the floor revealing her beautiful body, naked, except for her sexy lingerie.
As she sat down on me in cowgirl position, to pick up where we left off on the couch, Olivia looked deep into my eyes and whispered,
"Touch me, Ben."
Because I wasn't allowed to touch her in the last few minutes, a very strong need for her body built up in me. But now I finally had permission, and the lust came over me like a flood. We started making out wildly. I grabbed her by the neck and choked her lightly, while trying to get my tongue into her mouth. As she felt my tongue, she opened her mouth and allowed me to enter. At the same time, I reached with my free hand behind her back to open her bra. Without breaking the kiss, Olivia removed her bra and threw it somewhere. We didn't care, where she threw the bra. All that mattered at that moment was Olivia and me, and that we please each other, to satisfy our needs.
I stopped kissing her to take a look at her beautiful breasts, and let me tell you one thing, Olivia's breasts would blow any of you away. They are simply perfect. So, I did what any one of us would do and started sucking and licking her boobs. I always loved playing with Olivia's breasts because they were very sensitive and aroused Olivia extremely. For this reason, Olivia gasped loudly when she felt my tongue satisfying her nipple.
"OH GOD, BEN! You turn me soooo on"..... Yes, suck them, lick them! You know I love it, Ahhhhh." Olivia exploded with lust, and I noticed, how she started dry humping me as a response to me pleasing her. That's why I asked her,
"You want this dick, baby?"
Olivia looked me in the eyes,
"Yes, Ben, I want it".
So, I grabbed her head and pulled her close, so I could whisper in her ear,
"Then beg for it."
"Please, baby, give me your cock. Give me your cock, because I really need it. Just the thought of your dick makes me sooooo wet.... Please, fuck me... Fuck me, Ben."
So, I pulled my pants down a little, enough to get my dick out. At the same time, Olivia pushed her panties aside and cleared the way for my dick.
Warm, soft and moist. That's what I felt on the tip of my cock as my dick entered her pussy. When my tip was in her, Olivia took control and started riding me. Within the first few seconds, she was able to take my entire cock
It shocked me how quickly she could take my entire cock, and that she didn't even have to get used to it now. This showed me, that my dick was no match for her anymore, and that her cunt needed something bigger, thicker and better.
"She really needs a black bull. Luckily, the dildo will take care of this pussy soon." I thought as Olivia was riding me.
Since Spain, Olivia and I have had sex several times, but she has never moaned as loudly as she did with a dildo. My cock could make Olivia cum but could never bring her to such a high level of sexual ecstasy as the BBC dildo. And the dildo did that with ease.
I enjoyed the rough sex with her, but unfortunately, the rough and hard fucking made my dizziness worse. I panicked and thought to myself,
"Fuck! The dizziness is getting slowly unbearable. What have I done? I shouldn't drink that stupid wine. If it gets any worse, I won't be able to fuck Olivia with the dildo anymore, and I'll miss my opportunity."
I knew that I had to react quickly, because the dizziness was still bearable now, and I didn't know how much longer I could take it. That's why I stopped Olivia and said to her,
"Let me return the favor, babe," and I pointed to our bedroom. Then I continued, "Now I want to fuck you."
As an answer, she gave me a naughty look and bit her lip, before she answered,
"Very well, but only if you fuck me like your slut."
Her words made my cock throb out of excitement, since it was the first time, she had ever said something like that on her own. It got me so aroused, that I pulled her into a passionate kiss. As our tongues met, I choked her with one hand and gently pitched her nipple with the other.
"Oh fuck, you will be my slut tonight," I said to her after kissing.
Olivia stood up, grabbed my dick, looked deep into my eyes and whispered,
"Make meeee," before we went to the bedroom together.
At the arrival in the bedroom, Olivia took off her panties, laid down on the bed, and then she spread her legs, presenting me the whole beauty of her body to me.
We had been together for over two and a half years, but seeing Olivia naked just blew me away every time. Not even in my dreams could I imagine a more beautiful woman than her. She was hot and perfect in any possible way. It was, as if her body had been made for sex. Like a fuck toy, ready to be used by various men. And I knew that it was my job, to get her to allow other men to enjoy that beautiful body.
While Olivia laid on the bed and spread her legs temptingly, she noticed, that I didn't follow her to the bed, but instead just watched her.
"Babe, come here. My pussy needs attention."
She called for me.
But instead, I went first to the dresser and opened the drawer where I keep the dildo and the blindfold. Upon seeing the huge BBC dildo, I thought to myself,
"Finally, after eight months, I will use you again." And I felt my heart pounding out of pure excitement. Next, I grabbed the dildo and the blindfold and hid it behind my back, as I approached Olivia.
"What are you hiding?" asked Olivia curiously.
But I didn't answer her. Instead, I showed her the blindfold first and then the BBC dildo. I noticed how Olivia glanced at the dildo and thought about it. Even though Olivia never allowed me to fuck her with the dildo since Spain, I was sure, that once she would be drunk, she wouldn't refuse the dildo. But now, as I saw her really thinking about what she should reply, I suddenly had doubts. The whole evening, I was looking forward to taking another step towards my hotwife fantasy with Olivia, and I was absolutely sure, that as soon as she sees the dildo, she wants me to fuck her with it. That's also why I felt only excitement instead of nervousness, unlike in Spain, because I was absolutely sure that she would let me.
"What are you thinking about now? Why do you take so long to reply to me, Olivia?" I thought to myself and felt my heart pounding, as I nervously awaited her answer.
"No." she answered.
I was shocked for a brief moment, and I didn't know what to reply. But then Olivia continued,
"This time I want to see everything." and then she grabbed the blindfold and threw it away.
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Couple in bed discussing Sunday morning sex [M42][F40][NSFW][adultbreastfeeding]
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From the final part of the trilogy, a tale of lovers reunited, passionate, unbridled sex and a love of adult breastfeeding...
June stroked my hair and rested her head back on the pillow.
“This is quite a Sunday, isn’t it? I imagined just laying in bed, cuddling and having sex repeatedly, instead, we’ve had explosive sex, car sex, sex in the woods and now breastfeeding antics. Such a day. Sundays used to be such a boring day, the highlight was cooking a Sunday dinner and hoping he got back from the pub before it was ruined. Then a crap film on the telly and bed to lay on my back staring at the ceiling, listening to him snore. For twenty years I did that. Now I discover a whole new reason for wearing kinky underwear, see, I still think like that, and I know it’s not, it’s sexy lingerie. Now I find I can wear it not just because it turns you on, or because it makes me feel good, but because it enhances my beauty. So you say. When you finish suckling, let’s lay in bed and watch the film we made and the pictures you took. Just think, if I’d turned up at your friend’s farmhouse in my black push-up front fastener and black stockings instead of brown and when you asked to go to bed, I’d said yes, I might never have gone home. We’d have gained a day. If I had dared to ring your John and ask for your number. We could have had years extra. I wasted so much of our lives, oh, I’m so sorry, darling.
”I had to stop suckling and answer this.
“June, my darling, we’ve been through this, there’s no point thinking like that. Until I’d become the person I am now, until you had become who you are, we weren’t ready for each other. If we had met again too soon, it might have all fallen apart again. I can look at my other relationships and think if I’d known then what I’d know now, then things would have been different. Ha, if I’d known you were coming back I’d just have sat and waited, learnt nothing and been a bored, insular, inexperienced person that you wouldn’t like so much. So hey, it is what it is, I love you now, as we are now. Be happy about it. I’ll just happily go back to suckling from your marvelous breasts. I can’t even imagine suggesting doing this to any of the others.”
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my wife and her friend are oblivious that I'm being seduced [M38/F22] [oral] [sex] [cheating with the friend's daughter]
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“Looking good, babe,” I say, eyeing Lauren up and down. I lean in close and whisper, my lips brushing her ear, “Looking sexy.” Her black dress hugs her slender frame, shows off the flat belly I know she’s proud of preserving. She’s turning forty-three next month, and even after six years of marriage, she still turns me on.
“I’m not supposed to be sexy, Dane,” she rolls her eyes and grins, “I’m supposed to be nice. It’s a nice dinner with my friend.”
“You’re always sexy.” My hands find her tight little ass, squeezing it as I pull her into me. We kiss. “Anyway,” I say, “What’s taking her so long?”
Lauren leans away from me. “Kate?” she calls. The guest bedroom is just off the foyer, and the door is closed. We can see movement in the shadows bouncing through the gap between the door and the carpet, muffled and hushed voices accompanying.
“Just a sec!” Kate says through the door. Kate and Lauren go way back, friends since childhood. Even though their lives diverged after high school — Kate having a child young, while my wife went off in pursuit of college and grad school and business leadership — and even though they once had a patch where they went two or three years without talking — they’re still good friends today.
Lauren eyes me warily and with a hushed tone says, “It’s not been too bad, right? My friend staying here, not getting a hotel?”
“Nah,” I shake my head, add a smile to reassure her, “Kate’s great. Low maintenance. Welcome back anytime. And I’m just happy someone’s using the guest room. Except…” I trail off.
“Except what?”
I frown. “Cara. She’s a cute enough kid. But why again did Kate bring her? She sure doesn’t seem happy to be here.” Bitterness curls the edges of my speech.
“Kate doesn’t want her home alone.”
“Why not? She gotta be practically an adult by now.”
“She’s totally an adult,” Lauren hisses, “She’s twenty-two. Kate still won’t leave her, though. She’s had some trust issues.”
“Geeze. Why not–” I make a kicking gesture, “–to the curb?”
“Her own daughter? You’re cruel.”
I shrug. “What’d Cara even do?”
“She just doesn’t, I dunno, take life very seriously, I guess. Parties all the time, drugs too, she suspects. Kate doesn’t really like saying, I think she’s embarrassed. You ask me, Kate blames herself, thinking she didn’t do a better job raising her, single mom and all. You didn’t know her when she was younger, but Cara’s always been something of a wild child.”
“Wild child? No way. She’s a wet blanket. Has to be dragged to everything. Probably could use some distance from her mother, if anything, learn some independence. She barely takes her damn headphones out or looks up from her phone.”
“You should be thankful for that. She used to be so much worse.”
“She did say some weird stuff to me, now that I think about it,” I say, “The other day, when I was tightening my bike chain? You and Kate were out back, I think. Anyway, Cara came out to the garage, started asking me these kinda, like, personal questions.”
Lauren looks at me quizzically. “Like what?”
Before I can answer, the guest bedroom door opens and Kate comes out. Lauren and I turn as one, all smiles, like we weren’t gossiping about them. But Lauren’s friend doesn’t notice. She’s distracted, with her hand to her temple, sighing.
Lauren asks, “What’s wrong?”
Kate waves vaguely back at the room. Through the half-open door I spy a mountain of clothing topping the bed, an overflowing suitcase beyond, skewed crooked on the little hotel-style luggage stand I bought. The guest room itself is nice — a full en-suite, with a private bathroom and wet bar — with digs like that, I wouldn’t bother with a hotel either — I just wish they’d show it the respect it deserves.
“It’s Cara,” Kate says, “She’s not feeling well.”
“No surprise there,” I mutter under my breath.
Lauren frowns. “Nothing too serious, I hope?”
“No, no. It’s probably just cramps, to be honest. But she’s insisting, and … well, when she gets this way, I just don’t know what to do. I can’t take another fight. I should probably just skip the dinner. But you two should go, enjoy yourself–”
Lauren’s not having it. “What? And have you spend your last night here alone, staying in? Absolutely not! Can’t you just leave her for a few hours?”
“No,” Kate says, “I know it sounds ridiculous, but I really shouldn’t. She’s…” she shakes her head, changes tacks. “Take-out will be fine. I promise.”
“We’re too old and classy for that, Kate.” Lauren takes her friend’s hand. “I have a better idea. Just you and me should go. Girl’s night. Dane can stay here with Cara, can’t you Dane?”
“What?” I bark.
“Yeah,” Lauren grins mischievously at me, “You were just telling me you’d be happy to give Kate some time off from her daughter, right?”
Kate looks at me with wide eyes. “Uhhh–”
“Plus,” Lauren lays it on thick, “You’d be doing me such a big favor. And how hard could it be? Cara’s sick, after all, she’s not going to get up to anything. Please, dear? You could make her that fennel pasta you always make for me when I’m cramping.”
I start, “I don’t–”
“Thank you, Dane,” Kate cuts me off, “That’s so kind of you. I really appreciate it.”
I grit my teeth. Lauren’s treachery is one thing — she’s just fucking with me, knowing there’s absolutely no way I’d volunteer to skip out on a nice dinner to babysit some delinquent — but Kate seems to have missed the mocking nuance in Lauren’s tone. I have been betrayed.
And then, Lauren doubles down, giving me the ole puppy-dog eyes. “You’re so good to me, honey. You know I’ll make it up to you. I’ll bring you that marsala that you love.”
I glare at her. “It’s piccata. Veal picatta.”
Her eyes sparkle in victory. “Don’t wait up, though. You’ll have to eat your picatta for lunch tomorrow. We’ll probably go to The Rose after dinner, get some drinks.” The Rose is this swanky lounge Lauren’s a big fan of.
I glance at Kate. She’s putting on her coat, oblivious to what just happened.
“Fine,” I sigh, “Fine.” The truth is, I always give in, Lauren always wins. And it’s easier when I get my defeat over with quickly.
“You’re a babe,” Lauren gives me a peck on the cheek, her designer handbag swinging from her wrist.
Kate calls towards the guest room. “Hey, Cara. Come here.”
“What?” the girl’s voice echoes out, distant and airy.
“Come here!”
“Alright already, geeze. You don’t have to yell.” Cara stomps up to the door, rolling her eyes at her mother as she takes her earbuds out. “What? Where are you going?”
“We’re leaving,” Kate says.
Her daughter frowns. “What happened to not trusting me by myself?”
“Dane — Mr Klein — is staying with you. Don’t embarrass me. Treat him nice. And if you ask politely, he may even make you dinner.”
Cara doesn’t even spare me a glance. “Whatever.”
“Ok,” Lauren says.
“Well then,” says Kate.
“I guess we’re off. Bye, babe.” Lauren waves me goodbye.
Kate gives her daughter a look. “I expect a good report.”
“Have fun, you two.” I close the front door behind them and turn around. Cara’s watching me.
She could be a cute girl, with her long, blonde hair tied up into twin pigtails. But she’s wearing this baggy t-shirt that nearly reaches her knees, with fuzzy pink-and-white striped socks below. The look suits someone a decade younger than she is. Knowing that she’s twenty-two, I’m unimpressed.
“So–”
“Thank fuck,” she cuts me off, “I thought they’d never leave.”
I’m caught off-guard. “What?”
“I’m not actually sick, obviously.”
All at once, my eyebrows raise, my eyes roll, and I sigh. “Obviously,” I agree sardonically. I rub my face. “Whatever. I’m going to go… it doesn’t matter. Don’t cause problems, and I’ll stay out of your way.” I turn, head to the grand staircase, towards upstairs and Lauren’s and my master suite.
“What’d she tell you about me?” To my annoyance, Cara follows me up the stairs. “That she doesn’t know what do with me? It’s bullshit. I’m just putting up with her rules until I can afford my own place.”
“Fascinating.” I make my sarcasm bare.
She clicks her tongue. “Whatever. Can I ask you something, Dane?”
I sigh again. “Sure.”
“What do you do all day?”
With a narrow gaze, I search her expression, working to decipher what it is that she’s getting at. But I can’t reckon it. I resort to asking. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, obviously I know what Lauren does. She’s a boss bitch, makes hella cash. Mom’s always telling me, thinks Lauren should be my role model or whatever. But what I want to know is, how do you fit into it all? Do you just sit around, do housework?”
“I’m a writer. I write.”
She considers this. “What have you written?”
“Well…” my sentence falters, then I shake my head. “Look, that’s not the point. I’m not some kept man, like you seem to be implying. Now, if you don’t mind, this is my private bedroom and I’m going to go inside and close the door and change out of this suit. Ok?”
“So, you’ve written nothing then.” She laughs at me. “Whatever.”
In my closet, safe from her criticism, I pull the jacket and slacks and shirt and tie off me and slip into my workout clothes — some basketball shorts and a t-shirt. Involuntarily, my conversation with Cara replays. I shake my head. The gall of that girl, trying to belittle me in my own home. I resolve to not put up with any more of it.
I emerge from the master bedroom and make it to the top of the stairs when I hear Cara’s voice ring out behind me. “Is this where you write?”
My desk is tucked into a cozy corner of the upstairs lounge, a wide open area with couches and a TV at the top of the stairs. In the the back, where the slope of the roof comes close to the floor and the windows give a view of the thicket of trees along the hillside, sits my little spot. The skylights above are dark, and with the lamps off, Cara’s in the shadows. When I squint I realize she’s flipping through my papers.
“C’mon, man,” I say, stalking over, “That’s my stuff…”
She giggles. “I’m just curious to see what a trophy husband writes about.”
“I’m not a–” I stop myself, “Could you please not–”
“Relax,” she cuts me off, “I’m not messing anything up.” She looks me up and down. “Although, you’re looking pretty relaxed already. You really did a one-eighty from that suit. It was looking sharp on you. Now, you’re… uh…” her grin spreads, “Let’s say, ‘laid back.’”
“Mighty big words for someone in their pajamas.”
She looks down at her baggy shirt and bursts into laughter. “Fair point. Anyway. I wasn’t complaining. Despite all your writing, you obviously have enough time to spend a lot of it working out.”
My teeth clench, and I have to breathe deeply to make them release. “We have a home gym.”
“Of course you do. Show me.”
“Why? Whatever. I was headed there anyway. It’s in the basement.” I lead her down the grand staircase, and then down the much smaller flight underground. “Why’s it such a big deal to you, our situation? Does it really bug you that my wife’s more financially successful than me? It doesn’t bother us. Lauren and I are equal partners in our marriage, I promise you.”
“Sure, sure,” she waves it off, distracted by the small collection of machines and free weights. She walks across the thick padding on the floor, examining the bike like it’s the first exercise equipment she’s ever seen. “You do, right? Spend a lot of time here?”
I shake my head, say, “Yeah. A few hours a day, I guess.”
“But Lauren doesn’t?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Just saying… she’s skinny and all. But you’re, like, fit. You must want the same in your women, right?”
“Lauren’s… oh my god, I’m not talking about this.”
Without warning, Cara pulls her t-shirt up and over her head. The baggy heather fabric and blue-and-gold print stretch and distort as they slide across her face. She tosses it onto a bench and strikes a pose. “See?” she says, “I know fitness.”
And she does know fitness. Like they’re painted on, a thin green sportsbra and thin gray workout shorts cling to her skin. Tucked beneath them she’s got a firm, tight build. Thick hips and a full and heavy chest complete her hourglass figure.
“My tits are bigger than hers, too, aren’t they?” Cara pushes her shoulders back. Her nipples poke through the thin fabric.
“What the fuck…” I mutter. “How the fuck…?” The questions hang uncompleted. What does she think she’s doing? Why is she showing off for me? What does she think I’m going to do about it? How had I been oblivious to it? What does she look like when she’s– I stop myself. “Cara, I–”
But she giggles and cuts me off, pinching her legs together and twisting to the side, giving me her profile view. “I’ve got a pretty nice ass, too. In case you were wondering.”
A fat and juicy rump stretches her shorts out, pushing the springy material to its limits. “Fuck…” I stare, I cannot help myself.
“You like it, don’t you?” Her grin is ear-to-ear. “Maybe we should do our own little workout, just you and me.”
“What?!” I take a step back, bump into the treadmill.
“Oh yeah,” she says, “I’ve been waiting this whole time, trying to get you alone. I think you’ll be fun to fuck. My mom did say I should be nice to you, and what’s nicer than slobbering all over your cock? Plus, I’ve never been with a married guy before, let alone a trophy husband.”
“I’m– I’m not going to have sex with you!”
“You sure?” She takes a step forward. “You’re already undressing me with your eyes, wondering what it’s like to have my tits in your hands. Well, stop wondering and find out.” She arches her back further, and … I have to admit, her breasts look fucking magnificent — not just big, but perky and perfectly round.
My hand reaches forward, closer, closer– “No!” I say, forcing my arm down. “Look. Cara. You’re a very, very, very pretty girl, but I’m not– I’m not a cheater. That’s not me.”
“So don’t cheat. Just touch me. Fondle me a little. Then when your wife comes home, surprise her with your massive boner and fuck her brains out.”
I whimper.
“And when you’re fucking her,” she continues, “Think about me, all alone, no man to suck on my sexy nipples or finger my tight pussy.” She slides her hand under her shorts and strokes her sex. “You’ll be getting your dick wet while I’m down here masturbating over and over again, dreaming about all the things you could have done to me. All the places you could have … stuck it.” She moans.
My cock twitches. I grit my teeth, willing my erection back down, but it has made up its mind. Blood rushes to my crotch.
“Oh, look,” she mocks innocence, tucking her chin, shooting me wide eyes, all the while still rubbing her crotch, “What’s that hard thing growing in your pants? Is that … for me?” She steps closer, until we’re practically touching. She’s half a head shorter than me, looking up at me in twisted mimicry of youthful chastity.
Her tits– they’re so fucking big. Looking down at her cleavage, at the way her bra squeezes her breasts against one another, at their flawless skin and immaculate form, I pant. I cup them through the green fabric, a tit in each hand, bouncing them, feeling their weight. Her smile grows eager, ambitious…
Fuck. What am I doing? “No… I can’t,” I hiss.
“But you are.” Her hand slides between my thighs. Fingers press through my shorts and wrap around my balls. She flicks her eyebrows. “Oh, so you’ve still got them.”
I push her away as I pinch my eyes closed. “This, this can’t happen.”
“Why not? We’re just having some fun.” Cara pushes back, pressing her body into mine. “Tell me the truth. Lauren’s nice and all, but after all these years does she still get you hard this easily?”
Her words puff hot against my cheek, and as I breathe in her arousal, my head swims. “You’re– you’re relentless,” I whine, grabbing her by the hips, picking her up and moving her back, out of my personal space.
“Hey!” she yelps.
But I’m already stalking towards the stairs, away from her, out of the basement, my plan for working out forgotten. “I need a drink,” I mutter to myself.
Our home has a full bar in the living room, but to get behind the bar you enter from the kitchen. I select a glass off the rails above and kneel down to peer into the minifridge below. I find what I’m looking for — a Trappist ale — and rise back up.
Cara’s sitting across the bar, wearing an impish smile. My glass is between her fingers. “What’re we drinking?”
“I’m having a beer,” I say, taking my glass back, “You’re having nothing.”
“That’s not very nice,” she pouts.
I pour the bottle slowly, letting it run down the inside of the glass. “Who says I’m nice?”
She clicks her tongue and shakes her head, then slips off the barstool and moseys into the living room. With her back to me, I stare brazenly at her ass, watching it swing side to side as she walks.
She turns her head over her shoulder and sees me ogling her, but I’m past caring. She winks and saunters up to a glass cabinet. It’s shelves are filled with porcelain dolls that Lauren collects, and Cara bends over to inspect them. Her ass is pointed right at me, and I know it’s intentional. It doesn’t matter. As I sip my beer, the malt rich against my lips, it’s for nothing. I’m too distracted by her butt to focus on the drink. Those shorts — she might as well be naked for all they hide. Her gloriously toned glutes are on full display, the outline of her pussy visible between them. My cock twitches as I imagine what it’d be like to stand behind her, to shove my dick inside her.
“What are these?” she says, picking one of the figures up, a pale sculpture of a girl in Victorian dress, pastel flowers in her grasp.
“They’re fragile is what they are!” I say, “Put that down. Eyes only.”
“Expensive?” She smirks as our eyes meet.
“More than you can imagine.”
She spins the figure in her hand. “You must not think much of my imagination. Will it break if I ‘accidentally’ drop it?”
Lauren warned me about the ‘wild child’ — I can’t fail to protect our stuff from Cara. I frantically look back and forth for the quickest way into the living room, trying to plot how best to jump over the bar. It’s high and covered with glassware, but if I leap to the left, maybe…
“Oh!” Cara says. She’s placed the figure back, and now heads to a large, ornate vase. “Now, that looks really pricey!”
“Cara!” I fume.
“Oh?” she turns, “Were you going to fix me that drink, then?”
I glower at her. “Fine.” Anger steams from my nose as I exhale. “What are you having?”
“Something stiff.” She sits down on the stool, back where she’d been a minute ago.
“Ha ha,” I say, “Very funny.”
“Let me have some or your beer.”
“I’m not sure I have any more of this bottle, but I’ve got some other Trappists–”
“No,” she cuts me off, “I want your beer, the beer in your hand right now.”
I glare at her, then sigh. “Fine, we’ll share it.” I slide the glass across the bar.
Her gaze fixed on mine, she raises the cup to sip and opens her mouth. Her tongue rolls out like a red carpet, deliberate and inviting, her meaning clear. “Wow,” she says, “This beer ain’t fucking around.”
“No, it isn’t.”
“Your rejection stings me, you know,” she says, “It really does. Why don’t you like me?”
I take her measure, searching her cute features for earnestness, and to my surprise, finding it. Her blue eyes hold mine, and she sips again from the beer, suddenly serious and mature.
“Look, Cara,” I start, “You’re obviously beautiful–”
“You think so?” She smiles genuinely, guilelessly, and passes the glass back to me.
“You don’t need me to tell you that. But you need to find someone your own age, preferably someone who’s not married.”
“I already found that guy,” she says, “He dumped me two months ago.”
“You got dumped?” I feel a pang of empathy, and pass her the beer.
“I know, right? The gall! Anyway, I’m just trying to get back in the game, have some meaningless sex. And then what falls in my lap? A trophy husband! If you’re not a good lay, you wouldn’t be here.”
“Could you stop calling me–”
She passes the beer back and continues, “And anyway, don’t be so worried about cheating. It’s not like I’m going to tell. You can do whatever you want to me, and nobody will ever find out. What do you like? What’s your favorite thing that Lauren won’t let you do? Getting your cock sucked until you cum all over my face? Or pounding it out in my ass, fucking me like the slut I am? Or do you want to stick your dick between my tits, something I know Lauren can’t do even if she wanted to?”
I put the beer down. “Cara–”
She takes the glass, tilts it to her mouth and drains the entire rest of its contents in one gulp. She swallows and smiles at me. “So, do you wanna fuck me?”
“No.”
“Then can you at least make me that dinner I was promised?”
Thirty minutes later, Cara’s back upstairs in the lounge area, perched on the chaise, sitting criss-cross with a bowl of salad on her lap. “This is good,” she says, taking another forkful to her mouth, “Although, I guess being good in the kitchen is what I’d expect from a trophy husband.”
I sigh.
“Whatchu working on?” she presses.
I’m at my desk, tapping through the feed on my laptop. “Nothing.”
“Fine, don’t tell me.” She turns, pushes the button for the TV. And as her attention turns to some mindless home renovation show, I get a reprieve from her scrutiny.
A bit later, when I glance back over, she’s finished with her dinner and stretching out on the chaise, chin resting on her arms as she watches the show. Laying prone, it draws out her hourglass figure, tucking her narrow waist in while pushing her ass out, glorious and round. The back of her sportsbra is two thin crossing straps, leaving her back otherwise bare.
I stand, not entirely admitting to myself what it is I’m doing. I head towards her dinner bowl, pretending to myself that I’m taking the dirty dishes down to the kitchen. Of course I don’t, and instead I find myself stopping, taking the couch seat next to the chaise. The spot affords me an especially good view of Cara’s ass, of her firm thighs, of the gap between them, the thin fabric stretched tight over her crotch.
I glance at the TV, but the show’s boring, nothing compared to the view I’m getting. She wiggles, pushing her butt out even more, and I suck down a breath.
“What type of stuff do you write?” She’s turned her head, our eyes meeting.
“It’s a novel.”
“What about?”
It strikes me, right then, that Lauren’s never asked that question. “It’s kind of autobiographical. I used to travel a lot, working for this NGO. I saw some things… crazy things…”
“This was before you met Lauren?”
“Yeah.” I don’t know why, exactly, but I rest my hand on Cara’s lower leg, stroking her soft, toned skin.
She lifts an eyebrow. “And she’s, what, three years older than you?”
“Err, four, but yeah.” Her calf is smooth and silky, and I brush my fingers along its contours, exploring its perfection. “She came along after I stepped back from all this.”
“But the experiences had a profound effect on you.”
I nod. “There’s whole other worlds out there, so far removed from all this luxury we’ve got here. People live in ways you wouldn’t believe. Seeing that — experiencing that — it helps me not take all this–” I gesture at my house, at my life, “–for granted.”
“And you want to share that wisdom with others?”
“Exactly!” My hand glides up her leg, finding the creamy, delicate skin of her thighs. I stroke and massage her, saying, “That sounds lofty, calling it ‘wisdom.’ But a novel’s I think the best way of telling those stories. It gives me freedom to be flexible with the details, put the reader into the center of action when in reality I was just an observer, to take the chaos of real life and put it into a coherent narrative–”
“Huh,” she moans, biting her lip. “Where were you? I mean, what country?” It’s absurd, having this conversation while I caress her thigh, exploring this young woman’s beauty while I confess to her my dreams. Strangely, she seems happy about it, interested as much in what I’m doing to her as what I’m telling her. It’s almost affectionate.
But only almost. My cock surges, the first stages of an erection, and desire floods through me, seeping it’s into the corners of my consciousness, taking me in it’s grasp. I find myself staring at her crotch, inching myself closer to her, reaching up to fondle her ass through her shorts. “It was, uh…” I grab her cheek, my fingers digging in to her muscles. I salivate. “It was… um…”
She sucks a breath. “You want me, don’t you?”
I don’t answer. Instead, I skate my hand down her crack, teasing past her asshole, until I’m rubbing her pussy through the gray fabric. My fingers trace a gentle circular motion, toying with her sex. I can smell her arousal, can sense her heat. I brush the material up against her opening, feel it grow damp. “Fuck, girl,” I mutter.
“What are you going to do?”
My voice is low and breathy. “You’re fucking beautiful.” My thumb returns to her asshole, orbiting around her pucker.
She groans and shudders.
I am so hard. I slide down off the couch and kneel by her side. Laid out on the chaise before me, she breathes fast and deep, chest heaving, as I touch her and bask in her beauty. With my free hand, I swirl my fingertips across her shoulders and stroke her spine.
She cries out wordlessly, her whole body opening up, inviting more touch. And I am completely infatuated, completely under her spell.
“What changed?” Cara moans.
“Changed what?” My finger pushes the thin fabric of her shorts up into her sex, others massage her clit, toy with her ass. And I rub her back.
“Earlier, I begged you to fuck me, and you barely looked at me,” she gasps and writhes, “But now…? Oh, fuck, you’re going to make me cum…”
I flick her clit, not too harsh, not too gentle, watching her toes curl and limbs shudder. Her pigtails bounce side to side, her back arches. Her question turns over in my mind. “I guess you came on too hard. It’s subtlety that gets you places.”
Her moans grow frantic and desperate, my fondling grows dogged and ferocious. It’s not enough for her, and she presses her crotch into my hand, eager for the bliss of orgasm. “Fuck you!” she growls, “Don’t be such a fucking softie.”
I yank my hand away, returning it only to spank her ass.
“No!” she cries, “Why’d you stop? I’m so close!”
I spank her again. “I like you desperate,” I say, spanking her yet again, “Dependent.”
“You asshole!” Her chest heaves. “Finish what you started. You can’t leave me like this.”
Another spank. “Take off your shorts,” I say, “Sit on my face.”
She blinks. “What?”
“C’mon. You want to know what a trophy husband’s good for? Get over here, ride my fucking face!”
And then I’m in heaven, her thighs around my ears, her pussy on my mouth. She’s sopping wet, and with my grip on her waist, I lick her down, getting drunk on her nectar. Our eyes meet, her cheeks flushed and her lips glistening. I suck on her clit. Each of her breaths brings a moan, her shudders grinding her pussy into my jaw.
“Holy fuck!” she whimpers as I lap at her, “I can’t fucking believe you.” Her tits bounce as she twitches and spasms. “You won’t stick your dick in me, but you’ll do this?” She throws her head back, runs her fingers through my scalp.
Her legs pinch my head and her hips buck. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” her ecstatic moans arrive muffled but none the less glorious for the fact. She pulls my hair, crying and twitching as I give her the bliss of orgasm. She rides it long, and my tongue’s tireless, driving wave after wave of pleasure into her.
The release courses through her, and I stop only when she relaxes her grip on my hair and rolls off me. She collapses in a heap on the couch, panting as she looks at me in awe. “How’d you–”
We’re interrupted by the sound of a key in the lock of the front door.
“Quick,” I point, “Go! There’s another bathroom at the end of this hall.”
Cara pulls herself up, and, holding her shorts in her hand, walks in a daze in the direction I said. Her ass is bare, and I steal a glance before walking up to the top of the stairs, hiding my erection behind the banister.
“Welcome back, ladies,” I call down, feigning nonchalance, “How’d it go?”
“Oh, hello up there!” Kate giggles, sticking her hand to her brow, “We’re tipsy!”
“Kate can’t hold her liquor,” Lauren says, “Not like me.” She hiccups.
The women burst into laughter.
As she takes off her jacket, Kate spins, then catches herself. “I need… to get to bed.”
“You do that.” Lauren takes her friend’s coat and puts it on the rack next to hers. It slips off and falls to the ground. Neither woman notices. She turns, makes her way up the stairs towards me. “Good night, Kate,” she calls, then says to me, “What’re you doing hiding up here?”
“Waiting for you,” I grin, sliding my hand around her waist.
“What’s that smell? You smell like…” Her eyes widen when she sees the bulge in my shorts. “Oh! Did you miss me?”
“You know it.” I wink at her and quickly guide her into our bedroom before she can put the clues together. I strip naked — knowing she likes to watch — before helping her out of her dress.
She stares at my dick in delight. “You’re really fucking hard tonight.”
“I know.” I push her onto the bed and crawl up between her legs, burying my face in her crotch, licking her thighs.
She moans. “Ohhh… oh… I forgot your marsala, babe. Sorry.”
I pull my face back from her pussy. “It’s ok,” I say, not able to help myself, “I got plenty to eat.” I dive back in.
Lauren groans. “Oh fuck, you’re really feeling it, aren’t you?”
I suck her clit between my lips.
She rolls her head back and gasps. “How’d it go babysitting Cara?” she says, “Not too horrid, I hope?”
I slide a finger inside her. “Not too horrid.” And then another.
“That’s… good… so good… unggg…” Lauren moans, climaxing.
I kneel beneath her legs, folding them back and fucking her missionary. She moans as I penetrate her, but I know her well enough to know she’s by this point done, that she’s only in this part for my sake. Which is a problem, because even fucking her hard as I am, my orgasm eludes me.
I pull out. “Hell.”
“Do you want to try from behind?”
“No, it’s…” What is it? “It’s not you, babe,” I say, “It’s alright. Get some sleep.”
“But you’re still so hard…” She shoots me an apologetic look, but she’s tired and drunk, and when she reaches her pillow, she passes out near instantly.
I sigh, frustrated. Confused. Guilty. What the fuck have I done to myself? Why did I let myself give in to that girl’s wanton impulses? I need a drink. I put my shorts on, over my erection, and slip out of the room, headed downstairs.
A voice rings out of the dark. “How’d it go?”
I jump, then I realize. “Cara!” I hiss, “What are you still doing here?” She’s in the back of the lounge, sitting at my desk. I approach.
“Waiting for you.” An impish grin rests on her face. “Lauren take care of your dick for you?”
“That’s– that’s none of your business.”
“Ah,” she giggles, “Couldn’t cum, could you?”
“I didn’t say that.” I shouldn’t let her, but when she reaches out and grabs my crotch, I stand still and let her fondle me. It’s all manner of bad idea, but my balls are blue and my cock is hard. Cara’s grasp is electric.
“You don’t have to say it,” she grins, “I know you’re craving my tight little pussy, that nothing else’s good enough.”
“That’s not–”
“You know you’ve just given me the best oral I’ve ever had, that there’s no way after that I’m letting you get away without at least a blowjob.”
My dick throbs.
“There it is!”
She pulls my shorts down and eyes my cock. “Of course you’re fuckin’ huge.” She guides my erection to her mouth. With her hand, she cups my balls as she licks the tip of my dick. “This Lauren’s pussy I’m tasting?”
“Yes.” My voice is a squeak.
“Hot,” Cara says. She licks up the other side, nuzzling my dick, making my already-hard shaft surge even stiffer. She slides her mouth down, sucking as she pumps me with her fist.
It’s incredible, and a groan escapes through my clenched teeth.
She makes a pleased hum, working up her speed, pumping and sucking, stretching her lips wide around my girth.
I reach down and yank up her bra. Her big tits spill out, and I grab one, playing with her nipple. Between that and her squeezing my balls and her expert sucking, I know I won’t last.
I pull away from her.
“What the hell?” she gasps.
I spin her around, bending her over my desk, ass up. My papers scatter, my laptop careens against the wall.
“Oh.” She pushes her ass out.
My erection is stiff and powerful, and I pull Cara’s shorts down. “I’m going to fuck you raw,” I growl.
“Yes!” she whimpers, “Cum in me! I’m your slut!” She slides her knees apart, her fingers slipping over her mound, spreading her sex open for me.
My cock is offensively hard and thick and long, and as I shove it into her she gasps. Her pussy grips me so tight, so hot, so perfect. I give it to her slow but steady, skewering her with my entire length. My cock dominates her, and I hold it there, basking in the moment, in the way she’s mounted on my erection.
I shove my thumb up into her ass, making her squirm, and it’s fucking fantastic. Much as I want to, I can’t stay that way for long, and I pull out of her, only to then thrust back in anew. Her pussy’s clutch on my cock is incredible, and her sex stretches wide as I pump away. I drive her into my desk with a powerful rhythm.
“Fuck!” she whimpers, “You’re so fucking deep. You’re gonna make me cum again…”
“That’s right,” I hiss through clenched teeth, “Just one taste, already you’re addicted to my fat cock. Tell me you want my cum.”
“I need it!” she pleads, “I need it so bad. Drain your balls in me!”
I reach down, wrap an arm around her chest and pull her up into me, filling my grip with a handful of tit. Her blonde hair splays in my face as I pinch her nipple. My pace is ruthless, slamming into her ass over and over again, a growing fervor to my lust.
I take her chin in my fingers, pull her face towards mine. I kiss her, and she kisses back, her tongue frantic and sweet against mine. I groan into her mouth, my balls tensing, and shove her down with my dick, once again holding it in place, fully inside her. My shaft throbs and cum bursts from it. I fill Cara with my spunk as she climaxes on my cock. Pulse after pulse of my seed shoot deep in her pussy, giving her the heavy load she deserves.
“Fuckin’ hell,” I grunt, pulling out of her. I stagger backwards and sit down on the ottoman. She follows me, unsteady and on weak knees, crashing into my side. Her arms wrap around me, and then mine her.
“That was so hot,” she pants, “You came so hard.”
“I shouldn’t have done that.”
“No, no,” she says, “Don’t say that. We both needed it.” She’s warm against my side, her skin flush and sticky with sweat. It mixes with my own as we hold onto one another.
A month passes. I’m sitting on a recliner by a window, high in a tower, looking out at the streets and buildings below. I hold my phone to my ear, Lauren’s voice echoing through, tinny despite the fidelity. “Kate won’t stop thanking me, you know,” she’s saying, “And I know I’ve said it before, but it’s really a great thing you’re doing.”
“No, no,” I say, “It’s nothing. It’s Bob and my other connections you should be thanking, that they still remember who I am.”
“Of course your old boss remembers you, honey. You’re amazing. Plus we always support their fundraisers. When’re you meeting them?”
“First thing tomorrow morning.”
“And Cara’s behaving herself?”
“Oh yeah, no problems there.”
“That’s so sweet, honey. I never would’ve expected you two to have such a connection, that you’d be the one to help her find some direction. Kate says she’s never seen her so excited for something.”
“Well, you know…” I trail off bashfully, “I think she just needed the right motivation.”
“Yeah, yeah. Anyway. My assistant’s here, I’m going to let you go now.”
“Bye babe, love you.”
“Love you too.” The call disconnects.
“You’re such a romantic,” Cara says, looking up at me, kneeling in front of me.
I stroke her cheek. “You think so?”
“Telling her that you love her, calling her ‘babe.’” Cara shakes her head. “I believe you neglected to tell her that we’re sharing a hotel room.”
I shrug sarcastically. “Just to keep the costs down.”
She laughs. “Now why don’t you give me some more of that ‘motivation’ you mentioned.” She kisses my dick, half-erect between my legs and slick with her spit. She runs her tongue up its underside.
“It’s not enough for you?” I nod at her tits.
She swirls her fingers through the cum dripping down their sides. “You kidding? This is me just getting you warmed up. We have the whole night ahead of us, and then tomorrow, too.”
I frown. “You are going to take the interview seriously, though, right? Because the position’s yours for the losing, basically.”
Cara rolls her eyes. “Yes of course. I really do want it, you sold me on the whole NGO thing. But I also really want to fuck your brains out.” She grabs my hand, pulls me to the bed. “Now lay down and get ready to eat pussy.”
My mouth waters.
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[FM][30's] Spontaneous Footjob [cheating][foot fetish][sneaky]
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The sun was bearing down on the poolside tile, and Casey sat in a reclining pool chair as he sipped from the amber liquid in his glass. His wife, Jenn, laid next to him, sunbathing in her string bikini. The air was hot, and Casey had been glad to lounge by the pool for a while in peace since his wife's friend had somewhat invaded their home for the weekend.
"So Scarlet is definitely getting some work done inside right? It's not that I don't like having her around, it's just that it feels like we haven't had much privacy or time alone since she's been here." Casey asked, hoping his wife wouldn't take his comment the wrong way.
"Yeah, don't worry, she's inside doing some writing. We have the afternoon together alone out here until dinner time. It's not so bad having her here right? I mean she's really fun! She's such a spontaneous, free spirit." Jenn kept her eyes closed, covered by sunglasses, as she allowed the sun to bronze her skin.
"Really? Spontaneous how?" Casey inquired, sipping again at the beer that was slowly warming under the summer heat.
"Oh you know, she just does whatever's on her mind. You should hear some of the stories of how she and her boyfriend's back in high school used to get in trouble. Haha, she just kind of gets into it whenever the mood strikes her, I could never be that wild."
Casey glanced over at his wife, admiring her beautiful, sun-kissed body. He imagined what it would be like to experience that sort of spontaneity, and he felt himself getting a little bit excited as he pictured what would happen if his wife was more like her friend.
"Yeah, you've never really been so turned on by me that you couldn't control yourself. To be honest, I kind of wish you were a little more spontaneous like that. Not all the time, just once in a while. It would be kind of fun and exciting to have a wild spontaneous moment like that together, Don't you think?" Casey reached over and caressed his wife's warm shoulder, she smiled sweetly, still never opening her eyes, and sort of chortled at his suggestion.
"Ha, yeah, that would be crazy."
Casey soon realised that his subtle suggestion was being brushed off by his less than enthusiastic wife, and he resigned himself to leaning back in his beach chair and sipping at his beer knowing that he would never experience such wild passion. Little did he know, his wife's friend was listening at the patio door, and now had a bit of fun planned for later that evening.
Later that night, The sun was still bright in the sky, but the heat was starting to die down as the three friends sat down to dinner. Jenn had prepared a special meal for Scarlet's last night with them, and they all enjoyed the feast and made idle chit chat until the last bite was finished. Sipping their drinks, Jenn and Scarlet reminisced about old times, while Casey listened politely. There was something about girl talk that just made him space out, but he was startled back to reality when he felt a gentle caress gliding up the inside of his calf. He brushed it off as an accident, until he felt it again, but moving up his leg to his knee. This was clearly purposeful, and he looked over at his wife with a sly grin as the sneaky foot made its way further up until it reached his inner thigh.
Wow, he thought, could she really have taken his suggestion of spontaneity so seriously earlier? Was she really flirting with him under the table with her friend sitting right there? Casey tried to play it cool, smiling and nodding as the girls continued their conversation. He felt a tightness behind his zipper, his growing erection leaking as he felt the firm yet gentle rubbing of a disembodied foot gliding up the inside of his thigh. Finally, the toes reached their destination, as they quietly massaged his bulge under the table.
Casey had never thought his wife would be so bold, but he was thankful that she had listened to his desires during their conversation out by the pool. That was, until Jenn stood and made her way to the kitchen to refill their drinks, and the sensuous massaging and grasping of the skilled and versatile toes continued. In his aroused state, it took Casey a few moments to realise what was going on. His wife was no longer in the room, but he was still being stroked and caressed in this secretive and sensuous fashion. He looked over quickly at Scarlet who was giving him a seductive smile, biting at her lower lip as her toes curled around the outline of his shaft through his pants.
"Wha-" he was immediately cut off, almost jumping in his seat as his wife's voice echoed from the kitchen.
"Another beer honey?" She called.
"Um…oh, uh, y-yes please…" Casey quickly turned towards Scarlet to protest, but Jen returned quickly from the kitchen and he was cut short not only by his aversion to being caught, but also by the almost uncontrollable lust he was feeling at that moment for the woman that he's so recently viewed as an infringement on his privacy. She was now a spontaneous, sexy surprise that he just couldn't refuse.
As soon as his wife was seated again, and they all had a fresh drink in front of them, what had started out as a bit of secret flirting under the table, soon became a full on footjob. Scarlet's experienced toes unzipped Casey's pants, his throbbing tumescence forcing its way out into the open. He was thankful for the table that blocked his wife's view, as he felt Scarlet's long, flexible toes curve around the length of his shaft and start to slowly stroke up to his slick, leaking tip.
"Oh, God." He moaned quietly under his breath.
Luckily, the girls were still carrying on their conversation, Scarlet's expression completely nonchalant as she chatted with her old friend. The vixen's smooth soles glided like angel wings over Casey's twitching manhood. Her other foot slid up to meet her host's aching tool, her perfectly curved arches closing around his shaft and framing it so completely that he gushed his approval all over her velvety heels.
Casey tried to keep his composure, nodding at the conversation that he was trying to follow between his wife and her friend. He caught a few words here and there, but was so captivated by the sweet pressure of the skilled soles between his legs that he could barely keep the grin from spreading across his lips.
He looked across the table at Scarlet, her incredible skill under the table not even noticeable as she leaned forward with her elbows on the table and her fingers arched in eager conversation with her friend. She seemed to have the acting abilities equal to her skills with her feet, because Jenn had no idea what was going on as the two carried on reminiscing on their younger years. Casey admired Scarlet's plump lips as she spoke, looking down at the ample cleavage on display as she rested her bosom on the edge of the table. He started to wonder if her low-cut top had been for his benefit from the beginning, and she occasionally would bite seductively on the tip of her finger and even slowly lick her upper lip while she listened to his wife's stories. When Jenn would take a sip of her wine, Scarlet would occasionally glance over at him, giving him a coy smile and a knowing glance.
Casey gripped the edge of the kitchen table, his knuckles white as he felt the intense pleasure begin to build to an undeniable level. Scarlet's long, finger-like toes curled around his shaft, surrounding his turgent girth with a firm yet gentle grip. She grasped him, sliding her grip all the way up his length until she reached the swollen mushroom head that slowly leaked all over her smooth, flexible toes. His precum glazed her soft, heavenly forefoot, lubricating the secretive foot job that was driving him wild just a couple feet away from his wife.
Her toes slid up and down his full-length a couple of times, until she moved to frame his shaft with her deep arches. Her supple soles squeezed him in the most perfect way as she once again started to pump up and down. Occasionally when she reached the throbbing tip, she would gently and skillfully massage his ridge with her silky toes, teasing the sensitive cock head.
Casey gripped the edge of the table even harder, squirming beneath the wood surface as this sneaky beauty pleasured him in ways he had never imagined. He tried to maintain a casual air of nonchalance, but was quickly reaching climax as Scarlet's velvety souls pumped up and down faster, and gripped harder. Her speed was undetectable as she continued her conversation with his oblivious wife, and her feet jerked him up and down, hard and fast, teasing him and rubbing him with only his own pre-cum to lubricate their seductive, spontaneous secret.
"Oh…um…" Casey stuttered to himself, hoping that he could control himself as he reached an undeniable height of pleasure. He tried to stifle his desire to moan and cry out with passion, and Scarlet's movement didn't stop even as he almost let the cat out of the bag with his slight grunting.
Her angelic feet pumped him, stroking him, the smooth velvety skin of her soles bringing him to orgasm under the protection of the hard, wood surface that his wife was leaning over at that very moment. He dug his fingernails into the surface of the kitchen table, his heels digging into the floor beneath him. He bit his lower lip in an attempt to silence himself, and with one last swift and firm stroke up his aching shaft, Casey reached ecstasy.
"Mmmmm!" Casey groaned as quietly as he could manage.
His manhood burst forth a thick string of orgasmic bliss so high that it coated the underside of the table. The second and third shot of manly essence also hit the table, but the orgasm was so thorough that it didn't stop there. Strings of cum exploded from his tip, drenching Scarlet's heavenly feet. Casey couldn't stop himself from looking down and seeing her supple souls glazed in his cream, her toes sticky with his pleasure. He shot a couple more gentle strings of ejaculate, shooting ropes of cum over her heels and ankles as she stroked all the way up his shaft one last time to make sure she got every last drop of masculine juices that he had for her.
The surprised recipient of the most incredible footjob in existence breathed heavily as he stared down at the beautiful sight in his lap. When Scarlet's feet withdrew and left his cock alone and throbbing, he finally dared to look up to see if his wife had noticed his uncontrollable excitement. Jenn was looking at him, a bit concerned and confused, and he swallowed hard and tried to catch his breath and once again act casual like nothing had just happened.
"Babe, are you okay? You look a little flushed, and you sort of made a noise like you were in pain."
Casey took one look over at Scarlet, her expression completely void of any open knowledge of what just happened, and he took his cue from her to play it cool.
"Oh, uh, I guess dinner just didn't agree with me. I think I'm going to head to bed early tonight. You guys keep chatting and maybe I'll see you later Scarlet, I hope you have a good rest of the weekend here."
Casey quickly and subtly tucked himself back into his pants, trying to cover up the cum stains as he got up and walked towards the bedroom. He heard one last thing before hiding away and cleaning himself up, a seductive voice that made him grow again quickly behind his zipper.
"I'm sure I'll see you again soon, Casey. Afterall, you know where I'll be sleeping tonight."
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JJ & Becca [oral, early 30's, co-workers to lovers]
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“Cheers! It’s been way too long,” I said.
“No shit dude, why do we have to live in different countries?” he said with one eyebrow raised.
“I mean, how often would we really see each other if we lived in the same city again anyways?”.
He rubbed his neck and took a swig of his beer.
“You’re probably right, but I liked working with you,” while looking away suddenly.
“What was your favorite part? The angry looks I’d give you while I was on the phone with an angry client or the emo music, I’d send you every day over Teams?”, I asked with a laugh.
“Well, it definitely wasn’t your god-awful music taste,”.
“Rude. You wouldn’t know good music if it slapped you in the face,” I said while resting back in the chair.
There was a moment of silence as I tried to remain calm and collected. This was the first time since Covid hit that we have been able to see each other in person, and damn, does he look just as good, if not better, than he did before.
“Hey, do you remember the last time we saw each other?” he said while rubbing his left palm.
“I do. We were taking all our office items home with us, and I am horrible at packing a backpack, so you- “.
“I had you turn around while I re-packed everything and zipped up your backpack,” he said while almost daydreaming.
That shocked me. For some reason, I had replayed that moment in my mind. It felt kind of intimate like he was staring at my neck while packing my backpack for me. He touched my arm lightly, and it felt like a lightning bolt. Does he know how much I think about him?
I was obviously silent for longer than I wanted because he interrupted my memory.
“Well, it wasn’t a big deal at the time, but I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since then,” he said straight-faced and slightly shaking.
I must have stopped breathing for a moment because I started coughing- like full-on choking coughing. I held up my index finger and pointed to the bathroom. While coughing, I felt a tear stream down my left cheek.
I rammed my body into the bathroom door and bolted to the nearest stall. I couldn’t even lock the stall before I sat down, coughing even more. My head was spinning with all the thoughts I had been pushing down for the past 4 years. Does he love me too? Why didn’t he say anything? Is he fucking serious? It felt like a whirlwind moment of the grief stages. This felt kind of like a joke to me—he never expressed romantic feelings toward me.
Suddenly my clothes started feeling constricting like I had a rash that I needed itching. Breathe in through the nose, and out through the mouth. Calming down now—I shouldn’t have reacted that way. That was a bit too dramatic, but this feels like a big life-changing moment.
Okay, relax, take a drink of water.
I walked out to the sink, splashed some water on my face, and looked at my reflection.
“All right, you’re going to go back out there and have a normal conversation with him. Let’s do this, you just need to breathe. 1.2.3. Go, Becca,” I said while walking back to our table.
As I walked back to the restaurant, I realized that he was gone. Oh shit, I scared him off. Of course, he must have thought I was trying to escape. I walked up to the maître d quickly.
“Excuse me, have you seen where my partner went? He’s taller, strawberry blonde hair?”.
“Oh yes, your friend told me that he was going back to his room and to tell you to have a good night. He said he’ll text you,”.
“Was that like 5 minutes ago?”.
“No, less than a minute ago, he just left,”.
“Thank you so much,” I said while running away.
I ran to the right and looked toward the elevators. There he was just waiting- I’d hoped for me, but thought, maybe he was running away from me.
“JJ! Wait!” I yelled a bit too loudly about how beautiful this hotel was.
He turned around and I could tell he was surprised to see me. His eyes looked a bit puffy like he had been crying.
“Becca, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say anything to scare you off. I just wanted to be honest with you. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since I touched you the last day at work,” he said as the elevator dinged.
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you either,” I grabbed his hand and led him into the elevator.
He pressed the number 8 and took a step back with me. He grabbed my hand shyly and looked at me with his crooked smile.
“Becca, do you want to come into my room with me?”.
“JJ, why do you think I lead you into the elevator? I said kind of laughing.
“Well, I just wanted to make sure that you were okay with it,” he said while rubbing my hand with his thumb.
We walked in silence to his room. He fumbled for his hotel room key. I could tell he was nervous—I am too. Since the first day we met at work, I had dreamed that this would happen. But my dreams never seemed to become a reality, I was stuck in this loop of unrequited love. I am 31 and haven’t had a boyfriend, I’d always dreamed JJ would be the first one.
He finally unlocked the door and gently guided me into the room. Before I could truly see the grandiosity of the room, JJ closed the door, stood behind me, and put his hands on my hips ever so gently.
I leaned back into him and gently put my palm on his cheek. I could feel his breathing get deeper. He leaned down and kissed my lips softly. I turned around and pulled his face into me as our lips discovered each others. Our tongues slightly intertwined as our breathing matched each other’s pace.
“Becca, is this, okay?” JJ said while pulling away from me.
“Yes, I need you,” I said as I pulled him towards the bed.
“Oh, thank God,”. He said as he pulled off his shirt.
He laid me down on the bed and straddled me. I sat up and grabbed at his belt.
“Don’t. Not yet. I want to make you feel good first,” as he pulled my leggings off.
I leaned back and let out a sigh. I was nervous but so ready for us to be together.
“Do you like it rough or slow? I want to do what you’re comfortable with,” he said while rubbing my thighs.
“I need it hard and fast, make me scream JJ,”.
He pried open my legs, kissing from my knees down to the outside of my panties. He traced the lining of my panties before lightly touching my pussy through the cotton. He moved his fingers up and down while I tried to control my moans.
“Becca, I need you to be loud for me. Don’t be shy,”.
He continued to lightly move his index finger up and down over my panties.
“God JJ, I need you inside of me,”.
“Tsk tsk, you have to be patient. We’re just starting,”.
Just as I was about to let out a louder moan, JJ grabbed my panties and pulled them down. He looked at me like I was his prey, ready to devour me in one bite. He lifted my shirt and kissed my stomach, grabbing at my insecurities, but groaning with delight. I could feel his stubble scratching my stomach, moving down and landing at my sweet spot. I let out a short gasp.
“You’re so wet and ready for me,” he said kind of laughing.
Just then, his tongue started doing circles on my clit. My back arched as his tongue darted on and off my clit. His tough hands were pushing my thighs further apart, bringing my hips further into his tongue.
My breath was becoming uneven, and my nipples were now erect as his tongue discovered my cunt. He put his tongue inside of me while his left index finger held steady on my clit, moving up and down, with light and heavy pressure. I could feel myself getting closer to the edge, as he stopped, and my thighs collapsed in on themselves.
“Wow, you really know what you’re doing down there,” I said between breaths.
He didn’t say anything, he just kissed me, hard and fast. I started unbuttoning his shirt and he moved his lips down to my neck.
“Let’s get this shirt out of the way,” he said while unbuttoning my velvet shirt.
He continued kissing down my neck towards my breasts. He looked up at me and grabbed my hands to lift me up slightly. He unclasped my bra, and I felt my breasts bounce into their natural position. His mouth enveloped my left nipple and I let out a moan louder than I planned. He smiled, bit down, and explored both of my nipples with an eagerness I had yet to experience. His tongue did figure 8’s around each nipple and his teeth bit down until I screamed in beautiful pain.
He kissed down my stomach and I wrapped my legs around his face. He forced his nose into my wet clit, and I screamed. His prominent nose fit into my folds perfectly, and at that moment, I could feel a smile break out on his face. I started grinding my hips into his face, and I felt every piece of hair on his face scratch me to the edge. My mouth betrayed my nervous energy, and his nose forced me into a moment of pure ecstasy. I screamed until I ran out of breath, and he didn’t let up. He pushed until my legs were shaking and I came until my body allowed me to.
I fell back onto the bed, and he lay down next to me. Instead of stopping, he lightly touched my sensitive pussy, giving me tremors. I touched his face and kissed him lightly.
We lay there for a few minutes, just kissing, and talking.
“When did you know you liked me?” I asked him.
“I knew right away, but I was in a relationship, and we were co-workers. That could become awkward, no?” he said while kissing me.
“Yeah, you’re so right,” I said.
The rest of the night, we cuddled, kissed, and shared old work memories. I laughed, he laughed, and we just were.
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[f/d] I've been actually sleeping with my father for a week
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I haven't made an update for a while because I wanted to focus on my final weeks of school and starting my next term, all while trying to get dad to love me.
We had been, for a while, watching movies and falling asleep on the couch. Sometimes he'd rub my feet. Sometimes I would rub his.
One night I laid down alongside him, letting him spoon me. It was really scary but he wrapped his arm around me and I fell asleep in his arms.
This happened a few times. And one night he woke me up in the middle and said "let's get you to bed" and I walked into his room instead of mine. We slept in the same bed that night.
The thing is, we now just....go to bed together. We haven't talked about it, or addressed it but come nighttime, we brush our teeth, change and go to bed together. It feels new and different and intimate in a strange way.
I definitely want him to make a move but I honestly love what we have now too.
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I've been teaching Golf Lessons to cover up being a slut [25F]
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I started stripping while I was in college. It helped pay the bills and student loans. My club is one of the high end clubs in Las Vegas. I personally enjoy stripping, but its not for everybody.
Anyways, I'm making really good money, but then the pandemic hits. The club, and entire city shuts down, and I'm burning through my savings. My then BF, was a golf expert at this local course. Golf is booming, and he suggested being a beverage cart girl there. Basically look pretty, flirt and sell drinks to thirsty guys. Sure, why not, same skills as a stripper.
So I'm driving around the golf course, selling drinks. And it's pretty easy. But what I never realized about golf. It's basically a boy's club. Bunch of guys hanging out, playing a sport, drinking, less inhibitations all around. And some of these men, when a pretty girl comes around, they can be forward and sexual, sometimes creepy. Maybe it was the isoloation of the golf course. No one around besides your buddies. Maybe a dirty joke, or a comment about my tits, or some wandering hands. Just like a strip club.
To be fair, most guys are there to play golf. Or they're just respectful and private. But it's Vegas. And Vegas attracts a certain crowd and behavior.
All good on my end. I'm used to all of it from being a stripper. So, I'd just flirt back and chat with them. Often, I would find an excuse to mention I'm a stripper. Like "Oh, I love the outdoors, and the hours are better than my other job" It's just too easy sometimes. Once they knew that I stripped, the tips would skyrocket.
So here's the thing. During my off days, I learned how to play golf. My golf BF (now ex), showed me the basics. And I took lessons from others. And I actually got pretty good. I would just practice and play whenever I could.
At a golf course, there's always a fractured foursome. So I'll be at my course, and I'll fill out. Some guys have apprehension about playing with a girl - like I'd slow them down. But then they realize that I'm some eye candy wearing a skimpy outfit, who will be constantly bending over. Yeah, most guys get comfortable quickly playing with me. It's like a gimmie. Then they quickly realize that I'm actually good.
So I'm playing golf with some guys, for 4 - 5 hours. Isolated on the golf course, with some alcohol. Mix in my stripper sex stories and sex life. Conversations got raunchy pretty fast. Par for the course.
Ok, one day I'm at the golf course. This group of guys come in - Vegas bachelor party trip with golf. One guy is too hungover to play, so I join them from standby. Predictably I'm the center of attention, they're soaking up my stripper stories and all. I'm riding with the best man - Mark. And we're flirting, and there's defintely some sexual energy and attraction between us.
After golf, we're back in the clubhouse, and Mark pulls me aside... "Hey, had a great time with you. We're in town for a while. Do you want to party with us tonight and dance for us?" Something like that. Now, I don't really do private stripping parties, but I'm kind of hurting for cash, and they seem nice enough. So fuck it, sure why not.
Later that night, I show up at their place. I brought a stripper girlfriend and a guy friend with me. And yeah, we just did our thing. Honestly, it was fun to party and strip again. And eventually I found Mark. Only a few hours after shaking his hand on the 18th, I was shaking my ass on his lap. Major chemistry here, I despartely want to fuck him.
Towards the end of the party, my girlfiend actually twisted her ankle and wanted to leave. But I wanted to still party with Mark. So I suggested that our guy friend drive her home, her place was only 15 mins away anyways. And I'll stay here. No worries, I have my phone on me, and he'll be back in 30 mins anyways.
So they left, and I suggested to Mark that we go somewhere more private. Yup, everybody knew what's about to happen. So we went to his bedroom, and we just fucked - pure raw animal primal fucking. It felt so good to have his dick inside of me. I don't know why, but for fun I found and put on his golf glove, lol. And he took his belt, wrapped it around my waist, and gripped it like a harness. He was fucking me from behind, doggstyle. Basically gripping the belt and fucking wailing away. Smacking my ass until it was bright red. It was awesome.
So after a little while, we start to hear this commottion from the living room. At first, I didn't think much of it, but there was shouting and shoving and stuff. Then I realize it was my guy friend, who came back. He's looking for me, and getting pissed that I wasn't around. Oh shit, I completely forgot about him. So I come racing out of Mark's bedroom. Like completely nude. But wearing Mark's golf glove, and still have his belt around me. My ass is red and I'm skampering around in my stripper heels. Haha, I would have loved to see this scene.
Anyways, I calm my friend down. Yes, I'm fine, he's very sweet. He can go home, I'll be fine. I'm staying and spending the night with Mark. Mark looked like the man, as he's comes out of the bedroom with a towel on and a big smile. And with that, Mark tugged my belt like a leash and whistled me back to fuck.
The next morning, I'm getting ready to leave. And Mark gives me an envelope of cash for payment. And he goes "Hey, we're playing 18 at another course, want to play another round with us?" Ummm, yeah.. sure? Why the fuck not. I'll meet you there.
So I finally get home, get cleaned up and get my golf gear ready. That's when I open up Mark's cash envelope. And there's like double the amount of cash that I was expecting. Even after paying the other girl. Oh shit, did he just pay me... to fuck him? Fuck, I didn't want that. I'll apologize and explain when we meet up.
So I meet Mark at the course. We're about to tee off, and I went to him. "Hey, great time last night. Sorry again about my friend. BTW, I think there was a misunderstanding about the cash. I'm not really that type of girl".
He goes "Yeah, keep it, you earned it. If it makes you feel better, just say that the cash was for golf lessons". And some of the guys are interested in some lessons while we're in town."And with that Mark teed off, and bombed it down the fairway. (No not really, he sliced it, but it would have been gangster if he did).
This kind of clicked something in my whore mind. Fuck, I think I can pull this off. I did wind up keeping Mark's cash. And I did wind up teaching more 'lessons' while they were in town.
And yeah, that was my first time escorting. I still teach 'golf lessons' to those who are interested. There are so many interesting things that I learned. Some kinks, weird fetishes, obscure golf rules. The boys club culture of golf. The crazy wealth of some guys. And all the while, I get to play on some amazing golf courses. Something I couldn't ever do, if I didn't whore myself out.
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[M/S] I am very attracted to my sons. Update 464. "Motherfucker...."
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There is a certain exiting thrill when you discover one of your lover's buttons. Knowing a little secret that turns them into a sex-charged animal. Last night, I learned a new one of Michael's.
His big thick cock was in me to the hilt as he gave his mom a much-needed fucking. The tempo was nice, and he was rock hard as he gave me his love.
"That's my motherfucker" I hissed as he pounded my womanhood.
Instantly his cock grew even more, to the point it stretched me. He groaned and fucked me harder. Thinking quickly, I cried out "Motherfucker."
He moaned loudly and began to jackhammer his birthplace with his unyielding member.
"Motherfucker...my motherfucker" I brayed.
My younger son lost control and fucked me harder than he ever has. He gave it to me like a man freshly released from decades in prison. "Motherfucker" I screamed at the top of my lungs.
Ravaging his mom with his marauding cock, I laid on my back and enjoyed the loving onslaught. The mixture of pleasure and hurts-so-good pain filled my soul until I came, and my loins detonated with a newfound fury.
My nails in the back of his neck, I howled "Motherfucker" and Michael's eyes rolled back and he filled me with his lovely, masculine nectar.
For the next thirty minutes, I held him and told him how proud I was of him. He is my good motherfucker.
**My sons are 22 and 27. Do you honestly believe I would send you pics or that I might want to trade pics with you? It will never happen.**
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Had sex with my house maid
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A few years ago my parents had to travel out of the country for some work stuff (which I never cared enough to ask about) and I was supposed to stay by my self, but apparently my house maid who in my opinion was going to stay with me during the days I would be staying alone. I was kind of annoyed at this because I being pretty introverted wanted to stay by myself, but I had to accept at the end. So the day my parents left I woke around 10 PM and I had a morning wood and I started to jerk off since I was kind of horny and just as I was close to cumming my house maid came into my room and saw me jerking off. Icovered myself with the blanket and felt terribly embarassed and apologized, she also apologized, but she took it well. She told me she should’ve knocked, and I just looked away because of how awkward I felt. There was an awkward silent and she told me “if it makes you feel any better, you are bigger than my boyfriend” I didn’t really knew what to say so I just said thanks. She asked me if she could see it again and I just looked at her and asked her what she had just said and she repeated the same question. I was embarassed she she sat down at the edge of my bed and she took the blanket off from me uncovering my dick which was still hard. She looked at me and asked me if she could feel it in her hands and I was still horny so I said yes and she smiled and she started jerking me off and I quickly came in her hand. She started licking the tip of my dick swallowing all the cum that came out of my dick and then licked the cum off her fingers. She stood up from my bed and pulled her shorts and panties down, then took off her top and bra off and she got on top of me and started riding me while she put my hands over her breasts and I didn’t last more than 20 minutes until I told her I was cumming again. She got off from me and she started giving me another handjob and I quickly cum while she opened her mouth to take it all. We kept having sex during the three weeks that my parents were out of the country. She moved away 8 months later and I’ve never seen her again since she left, but I hope I do see her again.
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College GF Finds Out How Sneaky I'm Not [F18M19][Licking][Sucking][Finally Fucking][18+]
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Everyone here was over 18 years old at the time :)
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I last wrote about the first college hookup I managed to stumble into, and the absolute angel who saw fit to grab me by the balls and drag me into her life. We'll go back there today, but only if you promise to do your level best not to laugh at my idiocy...not too much anyway.
While she was a grade-A professional with her lips and tongue, with a body that absolutely refused to relent, she was apparently far less inclined to actually let me cum than she was to get me hard. Night after night, for weeks on end, I'd stumble home from her apartment, a half-hard cock, still wet from her throat, stuffed painfully into my pants because she greatly preferred her turn at receiving. I didn't mind, much; she looked adorable on her back with her hands pawing at herself, or biting the back of her hand if her roommates were home, and the little tuft of hair she maintained tickled my nose so sublimely. Frankly, it was an honor to lick her every night, even if she only let me cum occasionally, and only ever using her hand after a few minutes of slobbery kisses.
It was worth it, I swear. She was fun, energetic, and outgoing in all the ways I was not, and seemed to actually like me for whatever reason. I was never going to match that about her, but it was fun to watch and be around, so letting her be an utter pillow princess seemed a worthwhile proposition.
Tonight had been no different. Dinner, a shitty movie in her living room with her 3 roommates and their boyfriends, eventual goodnights all around, and the not so casual stroll down the hallway.
She shut the door behind us, and her hair went straight up into the ponytail, as had become her habit. At this point, the sight of the black scrunchie she kept around her wrist was all it took to set me off; she normally insisted on doing my belt and zipper herself, but almost two weeks of teasing had me looking for corners to cut, so I did it myself.
This amused her to no end; with a hearty giggle, she dropped to her knees instead of having me lie of the bed again, and tugged my trousers down. She was still absolutely enamored with my cock, and her wide-eyed wonder and appreciative humming as it flopped out only served to inflate my growing ego. I was, as you might guess, very eager for this; surely enough time had passed that she'd be willing to exercise some reciprocity this time. Fuck, I must have rubbed half my taste buds off on her clit in the last few weeks; surely the fact that she was on her knees this time meant that I was in for more than getting stroked off onto my own stomach this time, right?
Right?
All signs indicated a resounding 'YES' tonight, as she hungrily kissed at the underside of my head while unbuttoning her blouse; her soft tits bound up in a plain black push-up bra looked every bit as wonderful now as the first time I'd ever seen them. She asked if I liked the way her cleavage looked, which I very much did, so she left it on and let me enjoy the view while she began to kiss and lick more intently, taking more and more of me past her pillowy lips.
I lost myself in the moment of it, relishing the affectionate strokes of her hands, the quiet compliments she paid me between breathy mouthfuls of my cock, the way she trailed her soft hands up and down by thigh. I was, simply put, unreasonably hard; she had never been one to swallow the thing whole, or even make much attempt to, but I'm not sure she could have if she wanted it. I was painfully erect with the pent up eagerness of having been here a dozen times already, dreading the words "my turn now" almost as much as I looked forward to them.
They never came though, and my wriggling toes and clenched quads began to tell her everything she needed to know. I opened my eyes to look down at her, smiling there with spit on her chin and my rigid cock sliding through her balled up fist wetly. Was I going to cum, she asked, faking an air of innocence. I asked nicely if she would let me. I had been good to her, she said, it was definitely my turn; she asked where I wanted to put it, shaking her shoulders slightly as a way of offering her her cleavage for a suitable target. I didn't even need to voice my agreeance; she knew I loved her chest, and my pearly cum on her dark skin would be such a sight. She tucked an arm under them to push them up a little more for me, and told me to give her something to wear when I ate her out tonight, a slightly manic look in her eye telling me that she might really, really enjoy it if I'd kindly oblige, stroking me faster and faster until it was all I could do to grunt out a belabored 'Fuck'; I trembled and shook with the effort of painting her chest with a comical volume of my cum, wracked by the beautiful agony of the thing in a way that stole breath and reason in equal measure.
I obviously paid her back in kind, once the feeling returned to my legs. Where her knees had endured the rough carpet of her cheap apartment, I saw fit to suffer as she had, in solidarity; she sat at the very edge of her bed, legs spread wide, propped up on her elbows behind her. True to her word, she didn't wipe a single drop of my cum off her the entire time I licked, kissed, sucked, and worshiped; I'm sure I saw her idly dabbing at it with her fingers, though my attention was dutifully dedicated almost entirely to making sure she came just the way she liked to.
There was an order, you see, to the way she needed to be eaten. There were 4 orgasms she would have, each requiring a different technique to elicit. The first was soft, and best produced by a soft pressure from the wide, flat top of my tongue; it was less of a lick and more of a "stick your tongue out at someone repeatedly" kind of thing. A minute or two was all this one required, and success was confirmed by an arched back and breathy sighs; quiet, comfortable, and reliable. The next always took some effort to get right; build up too fast and you'd risk painful overstimulation, so the buildup from soft kisses inside the thighs to long, probing licks needed to be clinically precise. I caught on with this one early, and was treated once again to the clenched fists and grinding expletives that this usually drew from her. The third, my favorite as much as hers, was best done with the aid of my thumbs rubbing along her lips while I rhymically sucked her prominent clit between my lips. This orgasm was most important, as it came from the deepest places within her; failure here was not an option, but her tightened tummy muscles, head thrown all the way back, and pointed dancer's toes dangling to either side of me over the bedside told me I had done well. Last, but certainly not least, slow circles across the entire canvas paired with some affectionate comments on her taste, how beautiful she looked with my cum on her, lots of hands on her body, and assurances that I would never get enough of this, would eventually produce the subtlest little trembles, as her exhausted body used whatever was left in the tanks to tickle her spine *just so* before she'd tuck into bed and drift off to a contented sleep.
I was one lucky motherfucker. Crammed against the wall in her tiny bed, her snoring softly in my arms, I reflected on how lucky I was. I'd made no effort to catch her eye at all, or flaunted any remarkable abundance of character to attract her, and yet here I was. My mind wandered, as it does, prompted by the sight of the towel I'd wiped her chest off with, sitting on her desk in the light of her alarm clock. She'd felt so good. So incredibly good. And the way she looked at me, right through me, while she jerked my cock off...unbelievable. Even so, we hadn't actually fucked yet, and her bare ass pressed against me reminded me that my dick was so far doomed to be jealous of my tongue.
I began to harden, feeling my cock twitch beneath the covers all while unable to halt its progress until it was poking her firmly. This wouldn't do at all; she'd taken the lead on everything up to that point, and I wasn't going to wake her up at 3:45am to ask for more now. I'd slip out, rub one out, and return before she knew it.
I crawled out carefully, not wanting to wake her, and made my way to the...living room. Dear reader, sense and sensibility abandoned me entirely to my own Darwinian stupidity and I decided that the best place to relieve myself was on the couch that she shared with 3 other people. So, as dumb as the good lord has made me, I settled down in the middle cushion and began to stroke myself, driven on by all the lascivious thoughts and invented scenarios I'd ever conjured, eyes closed and blissfully unaware. I lost myself there, in my abject horniness, for too long.
I was ripped entirely from my publicly private moments by a 'what the fuck' kind of sign to my right. Mortified, I looked over, dick in hand, to spot my girlfriend standing there; arms crossed, I might have believed she was upset if she hadn't given up the act by chortling softly. I opened my mouth the explain, as if I possibly could, and she told me only to shut the fuck up, moving around the sofa to pry my hand from my cock.
Nothing further was said, but she gently pushed my legs wider, turned herself around, and guided me towards her descending pussy. Obediently, I fought to keep quiet as she worked gently up and down, wetting my cock inch by inch as she forced it into herself. Had she not drained me already, the effort to get it in would have ruined me, but eventually she worked the entire length pretty well in, and began to slide more effortlessly up and down. Her panting breaths in the dark were all the noise she made, and I did my best to match her. Up and down she rode, occasionally drawing tight circles with her hips while she faced away from me still.
"You can't sneak out here," she whispered back at me while she worked, "what would you do if you got cum on the couch?".
I had no answer, but she wanted none to begin with.
"I'm not going to have you cumming on the furniture. You'll have to fill me up". It was so quiet, I wasn't sure I heard it at all.
"Come on then, fill me up". There was no missing it that time.
She leaned forward a little, and I wrapped my big hands around her waist while she, as was her way, took control of me; obviously not too worried about the noise, she bounced, bucked, and bobbed away for another few minutes until I felt myself unavoidably crashed toward ecstasy.
"Come on baby, fill me up now".
I did. I really did. If the objective of the game was not to get any on the couch, we failed miserably, as I continued to pump until it ran out of her, down my thighs, and onto the sofa and floor below. She found the whole thing riotously amusing, laughing aloud at the crime scene between her legs.
A kiss on my cheek, a smack on my ass, and she pushed me back down the hall while she cleaned up behind me. She returned, still chuckling, some minutes later.
"Just ask next time, you idiot".
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Caleb and Annie [M28 F24] [sucking cock] [cum] [pearl necklace]
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His hand is wrapped in my hair with his head tilted back. He knows I love the way his cock tastes. I get soaking wet just licking his big tip. I cant help it. I love everything about his cock. Feeling it between my lips and sucking on it hard so he gasps. Stroking him whilst my mouth devours him. Ahhh. Fuck. Makes me want to cum just having him in my mouth. He knows I enjoy it, he knows I enjoy him. I could never get enough. I'm horny by nature and he is up to speed with my libido. I wrap my hands around his waste grabbing his arse as I force him deeper into my mouth. I'm not satisfied until my mascara is running. I can feel his tip swelling and I know he's gonna cum, he doesn't have to tell me. I pop him out of my mouth and let him give me the only pearl necklace I desire.
After he empties himself on me I stick him back in my mouth so that I can suck out what's left of him. I know this is too much. I know it's extremely sensitive. I. Don't. Care.
He grabs my arse and lifts me up to his face rubbing his mouth into my sex. "How attached are you to these panties?" I groan and tell him he can fucking bite them off for all I care. He throws me on the bed, letting me bounce as I land. My tits are jiggling just the way he likes. He drops to his knees and inhales me as his teeth sink into my black and purple lace panties. He makes short work of them as I watch the left over strands hanging from his mouth. He pulls the elastic off and uses it to tie my hands above my head. Ahhh. "Nooo, I want to touch you" I cry out like a spoiled brat. "Shush now, you can when I tell you, you can" he demands. I bite my lip at him and squirm and he scolds me. I know what biting my lip does to him and I almost always get my way when I do so. "Not today princess" he slaps my arse hard and forces me onto my belly. "Why?" I whine. "Because you know what you did just then, now you can't look at me either." He growls at me. I've made him angry, this means I'm going to be left sore. Good.
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That Time I Accidentally Became A Demon (Chapter 4) (Promise Made) [18+ All] [Novel]
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[Synopsis](https://www.reddit.com/r/WarixViviana/comments/100jx1c/that_time_i_accidentally_became_a_demon_synopsis/)
[Chapter 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/WarixViviana/comments/1054bpg/that_time_i_accidentally_became_a_demon_chapter_3/)
“W-Wait wait!”
Selve was trying to stop me, standing in front of me, but I was already moving, heading out of the cabin. In front of me was a rich forest. I noted that I should be impressed and moved on. I glanced around and there was a simple dirt path. It most likely led back to the village. I began to follow it even as Selve started practically shouting next to me.
“W-what are you doing?!”
“Going to see the baron.”
I glanced around the forest, seeing if anything was different. I saw a squirrel and nodded, seeing a hint of normalcy, only to instinctively frown when I realized it had four eyes and two tails. Other than that, it seemed normal. That would be difficult in the future. New animals and creatures would mean new capabilities I couldn’t know. Every point further away from the world I knew meant that my understanding was lessened and my job was harder. What if the fur of that, or other, creatures were harder than steel? What if someone, namely the baron and his men, had a cloak made of it? What if there swords were impossibly sharp?
Questions and questions, and answers needed quickly.
“You! You! Isn’t this a bit rash?! You’re just going to… take care of him like that?!”
“Maybe.”
I wasn’t confident and it wasn’t smart overall, there was a much better way to do it. Sadly, the real world doesn’t exist in a vacuum. Theory died as it met practicality. I could wait, study, plan, but I’d know women I could theoretically save were being raped within walking distance from me. That would basically guarantee stress and mental turmoil. Sure, as I was, I wouldn’t really feel it. But the goal was to aid the healing process, not destroy it completely. Who knows what a few days like that could do to my already broken brain?
No, to stop the worsening of my mental wounds, I had to do it now. It was stupid, overall, but also the only option technically. Unless I wanted to risk remaining a lifeless robot for the rest of my natural lifespan, possibly even suffering mental collapse entirely and dying on the spot, I had to relieve the extreme mental stress the situation had put me under.
I picked up a twig and broke it easily. Alright, base strength was at least available.
“Can you really do it?!”
Selve was now actually shouting at me. But I really couldn’t answer that.
As I walked I leaned down and picked up a solid rock. I squeezed.
It shattered.
Even as I recognized my emotions reeling, I nodded and kept walking. Increased superhuman strength was an actual aspect I now had. That raised my chances of survival to a noticeable degree.
Selve had stopped behind me after I had shattered the rock but now ran to catch up to me.
“You’re, you’re really going to kill them!”
“Maybe.”
That was the ultimate goal of course, full murder. But I’d settle for solving the current crisis and revisiting that in the future.
After all, the deck was stacked against me. I was not well. I was not aware of what I could do. I knew for a hard fact that before my transmigration and transformation, I’d lose again one man with a sword, let alone a dozen or so. Speaking of,
“How many men are with the baron?”
Selve was quick on the uptake this time, seemingly growing more and more excited, kind of like a puppy.
“Fourteen!”
Fuck. Huh. Apparently even the numb can curse. Hopefully that’s a good sign my mind is coming back together. Fourteen though, that represented difficulty. On the other hand, it was far lower than I’d have expected a baron to have. I already had a theory for what was going on with the village.
I expected that the Baron had been politically booted and was treating the village as both a vacation and possibly as a way to undo that. I wasn’t sure which was worse actually, whether it was just a vacation, or he also planned to make some money and political capital from it.
In the former, he’s going to act like a petty god and treat all the villagers like pets and slaves. Awful, and what was going on.
In the latter, he was going to do that, until he sold them to others for either political favors or money. That would ostensibly mean he probably wouldn’t needlessly kill and maim the villagers, but they would soon be scattered to the winds to other awful people.
I looked down at my hands.
“Derek? Are you okay?”
“Focusing.”
I hadn’t been doing nothing after my first two experiments. I had been feeling out my body. My wings were small and as I flexed them, noticed they could remain folded up in my shirt. Flight seemed unlikely given known physics but I couldn’t discount the possibility.
My horns seemed just like horns and would probably get me killed if I actually tried to use them for anything resembling combat.
My tail seemed like a natural born weapon and as I swung it side to side, slightly extending it, I realized my impression of it being whip or chain blade like, were more than accurate. It extended between the hard segments and seemed like it may actually be able to cut. I’d practice on the nearest tree I passed.
My hands though surprised me. I felt like, something was… available.
I flexed them while focusing on that sensation and saw all ten tips of my fingers transform into black claws. My fingers and nails fusing together into a black point but otherwise remaining the same.
I had absolutely no clue how that worked in any regard.
I focused again and my hands returned to normal.
Another natural weapon. Useful, if slightly surprising.
“Thank you.”
The words were spoken with such heart and relief, that I felt my focus fully drop. I turned to selve, who had tears in his eyes. If I wasn’t currently walking even as we talked, I had no doubt he would slam his head onto the ground and bow before me again. The palpable relief and hope in his features told a story better than any book ever could. The gratitude was so strong that I watched my emotions turn uncomfortable.
I wondered for a few seconds. I had never been thanked like that before. My life may have been somewhat interesting before, with its ups and downs, but no one had ever needed to thank me like that. That made my response difficult. I had no previous or past experiences to draw upon. My mind spun trying to figure out an answer as I continued to walk. “You’re welcome” my mind told me was too insincere in return. “It’ll be okay”, my emotions rebelled saying it wasn’t the right thing to say right now. Finally, the perfect words surfaced and my brain, soul, and self united together to form the perfect answer.
I looked back at Selve and made myself smile, knowing it would look broken and empty as I currently felt nothing.
“I’ll kill them all.”
Selve was not weak. He had buried his friends, possibly even his family. He had seen people he had known since he grew up, mothers and daughters, be raped and abused. Possibly even killed afterwards and then forced to bury them too.
He was helpless and suffering. But his decisions marked him in my eyes.
Had he died in a suicide attack? No. Had he given up and given into drinking or crying himself to sleep? No. Had he fled, trying to escape and leave it all behind him? No.
He had braved a ruin on the outskirts of his village, alone, where no one who goes in returns. He had risked certain death for even the slightest chance of revenge. There, did he find a legendary sword or an amazing guardian? No. He had simply found a red gem. Unique and powerful, sure. But who on earth knew how to use something like that? Selve clearly didn’t.
He had ransacked his memory, trying to think of any way to use the damn thing, before finally half remembering a demon summoning ritual, something that was such a taboo and crime in his country that it got everyone related to you in any way murdered.
A demon, which was known for killing their summoners. Selve had risked everything, again, and again, and again. Selve was not weak. He had the heart of a man better than me, a will like steel, and the drive to do the impossible. He didn’t need reassurance.
He needed a promise.
The smile he gave me in return was so vicious, so full of bloodlust and nearly mad hatred, that it sent a solid shiver down my emotionless spine.
Good.
[Chapter 5](https://www.reddit.com/r/WarixViviana/comments/106sdtn/that_time_i_accidentally_became_a_demon_chapter_5/)
[Read more at /r/WarixViviana. Commissions available.]
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The continuation of hooking up with my (f35) colleague (m27)
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After our first encounter, Stuart and I took any chance to hook up possible. The day after our liaison in the basement, he locked us in an equipment room and stripped me naked before fucking me through several orgasms against a wall, on the floor and in a chair. Another time, he begged me to suck his cock in a corner of a meeting room, with nothing to hide us if someone opened the door and entered. There was a night I told my husband I had to work late and instead went out with Stuart, going for a walk through a park where he again convinced me to fall to my knees and worship his dick in full view of one of the street safety cameras. There were many, many times back in the basement, my panties around my ankles, my skirt flipped up and his hard cock buried deep inside me, my pussy dripping come down my legs as he fucked me from behind.
A work event came that both Stuart and I were asked to work on, and hoping to orchestrate another opportunity to come all over his delicious cock, I offered to drive us both. We chatted on our way back to my car, parked in the public parking lot. It was dark, and I was eager to feel his hands on my body.
In the car I let my fingers trace patterns along Stuart’s leg, my fingers edging closer and closer to my prize. Stuart’s head fell back against the headrest, and I used my free hand to take his and start sucking on his fingers, one by one, showing him exactly what I planned to do to his cock in his immediate future. He hummed his pleasure as my hand finally grazed his hard length hidden under his pants, and instinctively my fingers continued up to undo his button and zipper.
For all I knew, anybody could have been watching from outside the car windows as I leaned across the centre console and buried my head in Stuart’s lap, my tongue running up and down his shaft. My saliva dripped down his cock on every pass upward, giving him the messy blowjob I knew he liked best. I could feel my pussy soaking wet with my juices, and I hadn’t been touched yet - though like he had read my mind, Stuart reached over my body to move one of his strong hands under my skirt, slipping my panties to the side and sliding two fingers inside, fucking me slowly while I tried to focus on pleasuring him with my tongue.
“Such a good slut,” Stuart said, his free hand in my hair, pushing my head further down so his cock touched the back of my throat. I tried to breathe through my nose, not wanting to disappoint, but he sounded happy when he heard me start to choke on his dick. He let go and I came up for air. “As amazing as your mouth is, I want to fuck this sweet pussy. Let’s go somewhere.”
His fingers left me and I straightened myself up, started the car, and drove with Stuart directing until we were on a random dirt road on the outskirts of town, alongside one of the main roads leading back to town. He directed me to stop the car, and once I did he got out, coming around to my side of the car and opening the door to help me out. Under the dark star studded sky Stuart pushed me up against the car door and kissed me, hard. His hands pulled at the top of my shirt, pulling it down enough to reach my bra and pulling the cups down to expose my nipples to the night air. My sensitive skin pebbled immediately, and he brought his lips to one, sucking the hardened nub into his mouth and making me moan loudly.
Once he had teased my nipples to his satisfaction, Stuart manoeuvred us to the front of the car and pushed me down so I was laid back on the hood. I heard him undoing his pants as I watched headlights on the main road wash by near us, and then felt his hands removing my panties. He pulled me forward and rubbed the head of his cock against my pussy, smearing my wetness all over him whilst also teasing my clit. He slowly pushed inside, and both of us made noises of unrestrained pleasure as I felt him bury himself deep inside me.
He started slowly, but quickly picked up his pace. Our position put me at an angle that hit every right spot inside me, and I came easily and quickly, my pussy clenching around his cock. It was hard to meet his thrusts though, and so I flipped to face down on the car hood, my tits pressed against the warm metal, and able to use my hands to push back and meet him. His balls slapping against my clit pushed me over the edge once more, and after this, he pulled out of me suddenly and pulled me up, then pushed me down. His hand rapidly stroking his cock, he came over my face as I kneeled in the dirt. I had never felt so gloriously slutty in my life.
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[F]; I (Young BBW) have thing for Nipple Stimulation & High Socks
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I wasn’t very much into my sexuality much when I was in the beginning stages of puberty, but as I got older and got to know that different worlds of your sexual being exist I started to dwell more into what I liked. I start off with Dom/Sub dynamics virtually of course and it opened my door to many things that I didn’t know or think I’d like.
One of those things being nipple stimulation (nipple clamps, nipple play, and nipple orgasms) it’s to the point that I can definitely cum from just playing with my nipples and I can cum faster with my nipple clamps if I’m using my vibrator. When I first discovered my like for nipple stimulation I would just roll them or tug them, which was nice but to me a bit boring. So, I went and got some clamps to use.
And those have been the highlight of my masturbation trips, I love to gently pull or tug at the chain to make myself even more on edge. Then, to make it even better something about wearing thigh high or high top socks makes it such a sexy scene. I don’t know why but I just love wearing tall socks. One night I decided to just go all in sort of and I fucked myself with my dildo while I was clamped up and covered it in my juices.
It’s safe to say that I have found two of my solid kinks. P.S. I’ve gotten quite comfortable with being hairy and being turned on when someone isn’t bothered by me having a fat, hairy pussy. 🖤✨ thank you for reading!
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[S/S] Everyone has a dick, except for me. Kinda sad.
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If you read my stuff, you already know that my beautiful sister/girlfriend has a penis, and our handsome boyfriend has a penis. I am the only member of our throuple that does not have one. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE my vajayjay, but I get jealous of everyone else having a dick.
So, I ordered a nice brown rubber dick with a (kinda confusing) harness. It's pretty and matches my skin town well.
They probably wondered what I was doing in the bathroom and when I came out, they had dozed off on the couch. There I was, buck naked and sporting wood for the first time ever and they were sleeping. I was not going to be deterred.
I snuggled up to Jeff and pressed my dildo to his ass over his jeans. He woke up and was like "What are you trying to do to me?"
I was so excited and horny I said, "I'm trying to fuck your butt with my dick, bitch. Now bend over!!!!"
He glanced over his shoulder and nonchalantly said "Get that thing away from me."
My sister woke up and I showed her. She pulled out her real penis and was like "Honey, this is a dick, he has a big dick, and you have a plastic toy. Go to bed."
I went to our bedroom and modeled it for myself in our big mirror. A few minutes later Jeff walked in and looked at me trying not to laugh. He started kissing me (my favorite) and then he bent me over and shoved his ginormous dong inside me!!!! In the mirror, I could see my new dick flopping about as he nailed me!!!!!!
My sister came in and was like "I guess it's dicks everywhere."
She pulled her cock out and got it hard before putting in front of my mouth. I sucked it like a good little sex monkey!!!!!!
Jeff and my sister each agreed to kiss my new dick, if I promised to shut up and go to sleep. They did!!!!!
I know it's not the same. They have actual penises and I do not, but I am enjoying lounging around with mine one. In our house, it's not all that strange. I fuck my own sister, who happens to have a dick and she and I share a boyfriend who has a humungous dick, so I rubber dong is not out of place.
Tonight, want to 69 with my sister. She can suck my "dick" while I suck her real dick!!!!!!!!!! I want it now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Because someone will ask, my toy is not nearly as large as Jeff's monster. The box says it is 7 inches, and it's big. Jeff is just packing something on a whole new level and its MINE (and my sister's)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I wonder if I can hide it enough to wear to work. Jeff and my sister both hide their cocks all day, I think I can hide mine. We shall see. I wish I knew why I am constantly
horny AF!!!!!!!! I guess it does not matter because I love being a hyperactive little cock loving sex monkey!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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[M/S] I am very attracted to my sons. I am a good mother happens who drink, smoke and make love to my sons.
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"I myself am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions.” -Augusten Burroughs
When I was pregnant, I never consumes alcohol, nicotine or caffeine. While I love the four cigarettes I typically smoke per day, I never smoke inside my home because I don't want to force my sons to breathe my smoke. When my boys were growing up, I never got drunk because I needed to be able to care for my children properly and not have my thinking impaired.
While I often make love to my sons, I do not always make love to them. Sometimes, we fuck like animals. Patrick especially enjoys getting on top of me and fucking me like a wild man.
If you are a mother to an adult son and you want to feel closer to him, consider making him feel good. A mother's hand, mouth or pussy is the highest level of sexual attainment for most young man and it will bring you closer than you ever dreamed possible. All men desire their mothers sexually.
Making his dream come true can only make you a better mom, plus you will be satisfied at a whole new level.
**My sons are 22 and 27. I can't help you convince your mom to have sex with you.**
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[M/S] I am very attracted to my sons. Update 447. Rudely interrupting Patrick's phone conversation by being an incestuous predator.
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Dinner was over and the kitchen was cleaned up as I moved about in my silk robe, one earbud in my ear, the other in my pocket. Upon walking by Patrick's bedroom, I could hear him speaking in a low voice and knew he was talking to his girlfriend. Opening the door, I saw him lying on his bed wearing only boxer briefs and holding the phone to his ear.
Placing my finger to my lips, I approached him and pulled out his semi-stiff hammy. I popped in my other earbud and mouthed the words "Don't hang up" as I took him in my mouth.
Quickly his cock became tall and rigid, and I wanted it inside me. "Ready or Not" by The Fugees played as I dropped my robe and mounted my older offspring. His eyes rolled back, and I saw his mouth moving as he tried to converse normally. It's probably difficult to act casual when your own mother is having sex with you.
When he was getting close to finishing, I got off of him. On the whiteboard on his wall, I wrote "Come to my room when you are done" and walked out still naked.
Still quite horned-up I found Michael in his bedroom playing video games. His game was paused so that I could straddle him and ride him on the edge of his bed. As I sucked on his neck, he grunted "Mommy" over and over until he came.
As Michael's seed began to drip down my leg, I walked into my bedroom to find Patrick on my bed. Without a word or a second's hesitation, I pounced on his dick and tried to break it off. We came at the same time and I had him share my bed all night.
There is nothing better in life than motherhood.
**My sons are 27 and 22. If your mom truly wants sex from you, she will simply have sex with you and not leave subtle hints.**
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My gym crush, pt. 9, First Date [MM] [20s] [femboy] [straight to gay]
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[pt. 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/11xpnin/my_gym_crush_pt_1_mm_femboy_20s_masturbation/) | [pt. 8](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/124y1e7/my_gym_crush_pt_8_mm_20s_femboy_straight_to_gay/)
It was bitterly cold outside, so Dylan waited just inside the gym. He hadn’t gone running in about two years, but he figured he could probably keep up with Alex. At least for a while.
He got extremely sweaty when he jogged, so he just wore some joggers and a black hoodie. He didn’t want to get overheated, but he was expecting the first few minutes to be uncomfortably cold.
He watched people come in and out of the gym while he anxiously checked his phone. He recognized a few of the regulars, and he nodded to one of the guys he would spot for.
A cute girl walked in and looked lost for a moment. She wore dark blue leggings and a “WOLVES” sweatshirt. Her eyes found his, and she smiled.
“Dylan?”
“Oh! Wow, I’ve never seen you without the mask.”
Alex’s hair was up in a ponytail, and it was only with close scrutiny that Dylan could see the traces of his masculine features: a slight Adam’s apple, a nose a little larger than you’d expect on a woman. But more than any of that, Alex was just a beautiful person. His neck was long and elegant, and his features sharp. His warm smile felt inviting, but his keen, piercing eyes made Dylan slightly uneasy, like Alex could see straight through him.
“Oh yeah,” Alex said with a grin. “I never did get good at running with a mask.”
Even Alex’s voice obscured his gender, hanging somewhere between tenor and alto. Alex smiled a little sheepishly, and Dylan realized he must have been staring too intensely. He went in for a hug and felt a thrill as their bodies pressed together. Alex smelled sweet and floral.
“You look really nice. That’s a great color for you,” Dylan mumbled.
Alex looked down at his leggings. “Thanks! But I feel like blue looks good on anybody. Nice joggers,” Alex said as he looked Dylan over.
Dylan blushed and scratched his head. “Thanks.”
“So, um, you ready? Shall we?” Alex asked.
“Yeah, let’s go!”
The air was so cold it burned, and Dylan shivered as he stumbled into a trot.
“I usually just circle campus, if that works for you,” said Alex. “Unless you have a route you like.”
“No, that sounds great.” Dylan was pleased to find that he could keep pace with Alex. It was so fucking cold outside that the air practically forced his body to run. Dylan was never a serious runner, but it seemed to him that Alex had good form. At the very least, his butt looked amazing as he ran.
“So tell me about this bad date,” Dylan puffed.
Alex shook his head and laughed. “Oh man. Yeah. So I went to high school with this guy, but we weren’t really friends. But you know, people change or whatever. We matched on an app, and I was surprised because I thought he was straight. He had a reputation with girls. But I guess now it was stories of how he would eat girls out. Anyway. I’m getting ahead of myself. You okay? We can slow down.”
Now that Dylan had adjusted to the cold, he realized that he absolutely could not keep up with Alex.
“Sorry. I—” Dylan gasped. “It’s this air. Fuck, it’s freezing!” He went into a coughing fit.
“Here. Let’s take a break.” They sat down on a wooden bench, with Alex settling in very close. “It *is* freezing. I wish I’d brought a heavier coat.” He crossed his legs, with his right foot brushing against Dylan’s leg.
“Sorry, you were saying the guy was straight?”
“Oh, yeah. And he was really aggressive. Like, interrogating me about my sexual history while we were out in public. And being *super* forward. But all in a very juvenile way, you know? Like he’s the kind of guy who hears ‘sixty-nine’ and laughs unironically. Like, not in a ‘69, heh, nice’ way. But like actually laughing like a middle schooler who’d just been let in on the joke. Anyway. We got back to my place, and he immediately started going at it.” Alex’s voice got a little lower as a woman walked by.
“But it became pretty clear that he had erectile dysfunction, and I guess he tried to get with me because he thought it would be easier with a guy? I don’t know. He was confused and frustrated. He left and I messaged him to see if he wanted to talk about anything, and he just asked me what type of vibrator I have.”
“What type of vibrator?”
Alex blushed. “Yeah, that’s a whole other story. *Anyway*. Now that I’ve completely over shared with my gym buddy…tell me about yourself, Dylan! What year are you? What’s your major? And do you wanna start jogging again? I’m freezing!”
Dylan looked down. “Can I be totally honest with you?”
Alex’s face looked concerned and earnest. “Of course.”
“I, uh. This is embarrassing. Fuck. I actually can’t run for shit. I said I loved it because I wanted to hang out with you, and I wanted you to think I was cool or whatever. But I can’t keep up with you. It’s not just the cold air.”
Alex laughed. “That’s totally ok, Dylan.”
“Thank god. But do you want to walk for a while? I do feel like I need to keep moving.”
“Yeah, that sounds great! What if we walk to the stadium parking lot, and then I’ll just sprint a few laps. That sound okay?”
“Perfect.”
(These character count restrictions are killing me!)
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I made out with my friend with her bfs cum in my mouth
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So for the past few months me and my best friend of years have been having threesome with her bf. He has been loving it (obviously) and it has come to be known that he has kinda always had a crush on me lol. The last time we all hooked up was on his birthday and me and my friend decided we would do something extra special for him. We planned him a double bj and we were gonna let him cum all over us while we made out.
When we got to his place we were dressed super sluttly and right away we wished him a happy bday and told him to lay on the bed. He laid back and we pulled down his pants and started making out on his cock. Licking it up and down and running our tongues all over it. We made out in between taking it down our throats while he watched. He loved it.
When he was ready to cum we sucked and licked like crazy before finally jerking him off into our mouths. We let him cum all over our waiting tongues and when they were totally covered we made out and traded it back and forth between our mouths. It was soooo hot! I felt like such a slut licking cum out of my besties mouth it was crazy. Hopefully I get to lick it out of her pussy soon haha.
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[M/S] Going on vacation with my son was a great idea! (Update 2)
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The next day started the way the last one ended. Me and my son naked in the same bed..
I was the first to wake up just like the prior day and i decided to go take a shower before he wakes up. I took my time and eventually finished. Just as i came out of it he also stood up from the bad and was just stretching a bit.
"Rise and shine" I greeted him and he looked over to me. We were both still nude but it seems he got used to it by now since he didn't hide anything. "Guess not everything has risen yet today" I joked while gesturing downwards with my finger to his soft dick. He smiled at that and then walked past me into the bathroom to take a shower himself. During that time I put some clothes on and got ready to leave. He shortly followed out of the bathroom and did the same. It qas great how casual that all felt now. We went to have breakfast and talk about our plans for the day. we decided that we would spend the day shopping a bit and walking around the city. "And we need you to buy some condoms," I teased him. He still got a bit shy after that. So that's what we did. Most of it was pretty much him following me and watching me buy clothes. but we had a great time together and towards the end we also decided to go look for condoms.
We went into a pharmacy since i figured that's the best place to get some of the larger ones. We found the shelf fairly quickly and went to look for the right one. He seemed to get excited about choosing but at the same time was clearly embarrassed to buy condoms. "There's so many different ones.. Which ones should i pick," he asked me.
"Well you just gotta look at the size" i said picking one up and looking "And we should avoid the ones that are smaller i guess. I've never had to buy them myself so i don't know either" i smiled "if good that they have quite a bit of a selection here"
"Its weird having to buy special ones isn't it?"
"Most guys would probably be thrilled if they had to buy bigger ones," i joked "But i guess most wouldn't buy them with their mother"
"That's really not the issue, I'm glad you're here with me. Not sure i could do that by myself" we both smiled at each other
I picked up another pack. "For the well endowed man" I read. "Sounds like were getting closer"
"You wouldn't happen to know your exact size would you, just the girth would be enough" i asked him "Its just to get an idea in what range we should search"
"I haven't really measured it recently.." he answered. "But last time I did it was around 5.4 inches".
"Oh alright.." i said being a bit surprised at that, "no wonder the others didn't fit. Also if you haven't done it recently we could go measure it before buying something" i teased him "But it's fine if you got an estimate so we can go from there"
"But it's not that long.. so bigger ones might not fit.."
"Length isn't really an issue. you can always just not roll it completely.. but i can show you that later." he got a bit flustered at that and we kept on looking.
"Alright this one might do the trick. It's some extra large condom that should be perfect for your friend '' I joked and got a smile out of him. "Let's buy one pack for now. And if we see that it fits we can always buy you some more so you got them for when it matters"
After that we went to buy them. Surprisingly it felt pretty good to buy condoms with my son. Even he seemed to not find the experience as weird as he thought at first. After getting them we finished our shopping day and went back to the hotel where we spent the rest of the evening until night came.
"Guess its time to hit the hay. '' I started to undress and get ready for bed and he followed. We both got under the covers. "I think its time to try them on, '' I said, showing him the pack of condoms. He just nodded. "Since it was my idea I can show you how it's done '' I said, getting out from under the covers and letting him get a close look of me. I leaned to the site and rested my breasts right next to his face. He just nodded and kept on looking. "Or do you want to do it yourself? i asked him. "No.. I would like you to show me first.." he said. "Alright lets do this then. The most important part is to have a penis" i said gesturing down. He liftet his covers and exposed himself. " I got one right here," he joked, clearly feeling a bit more confident now.
"Perfect, so the next step would be to get that one real hard and ready." I said looking down, where his cock was already standing upright. "But I guess you took care of that already" I looked at him and smiled. Being able to do this all so casual felt great
"The next step then, is to take this thing here and open it." i tossed the wrapper to the side and took the condom in my hand "And then bring it right on top of your thing here" i repositioned myself so i could get a better hold of his cock. I held his shaft with one hand and had the condom with the other. "Get it firm and steady and then roll the condom over it. I can see why the other one hurt now..'' I said to ease the tension. He clearly enjoyed all this, and so did i. I took my time with this and really got a nice feel of his thing "And then you just roll it all the way to the bottom and it's done. Your very own protected penis" we both smiled. "Seems to fit nicely. How does it feel?
"It feels better than the last time I tried one." he said while taking his cock in his hand and checking it. "It really doesn't feel as tight"
"See, so it was worth trying them"
"Should I take it off now or what should i do?" he asked, feeling a bit flustered now that we both kept staring at his cock.
"Well since i took such good care putting it on you could.. you know.. maybe see how it feels when you do it" i said being a bit hesitant.
He thought about it for a second. "So its okay if i masturbate right here?"
"Of course, that way I can also check if its working properly," I assured him. He was still a bit hesitant so I changed position again. Now being on my back and my hand going down to start pleasuring myself. "This way you arent the only one.. so it might not be that bad, right?" His eyes went wide as he looked at how his mom did this infront of him. His hard cock throbbing. He slowly started to jerk off now. Seeing this just made me even hotter. "Yes this is much better" he said.
We stayed like this for just a moment before I noticed that he seemed to get close. It was a bit sooner than I had hoped for but it might have been a bit much stimulation for him. "Just go ahead and come whenever you're ready" I said to him and just after that he started to fill up the condom with his cum. He was breathing heavily as he did so. After a few pumps he lay down again and caught his breath. After he had calmed down again I went to his cock "And after you're done you can take it off, make a knot and toss it away" . Having a condom filled with his hot cum was exciting. "You should probably clean yourself up now. And I guess I should too, "I said and we both smiled. He went to the bathroom first and after he was done I went. I should have asked to go in together but at that time it might have been a bit too much for him.. and I would have probably done something more there..
After that we both went back to bed and talked for a little bit longer.
"You know, you're quite the quick shot," I joked. He felt a bit embarrassed at that. "Sorry I didn't mean that in a bad way.
"It was way too quick though, right?" he asked back
"Well, you can always work on your stamina," I said, " And this was your first time doing it like this so don't worry" He eased up a bit.
"Thanks mom, I think i really feel a lot more confident now"
"No problem. I'm always glad to help you with anything you need" I assured him. He wanted to say something else but stopped himself. After a few seconds he asked.
"This was the first time I did something like this with someone.. and I really enjoyed it.. but I want to try more.." he staggered a bit. "Maybe that would give me even more confidence." It clearly took him quite a bit of courage to ask me that but I was so glad that he felt that way.
"So.. you want to try something specific?" I teased him.
"I don't really have any experience in anything.. do probably nothing specific but more like everything" he joked and we both laughed.
"Im pretty tired now so how about we go sleep now and talk about that tomorrow. I'm sure I can help you with some of it" I said, smiling at him.
He fell asleep almost immediately. The excitement during the day must have left him pretty tired, so I did the same and went to bed as well. We still had a few more days together in this vacation and I wanted to enjoy them as much as possible, teaching my son everything he wanted to know.
Another update coming real soon I hope. thanks again for all the nice comments. It really keeps me motivated to write those updates as frequently as I do.
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Edging my husband
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For years we've been in quite a rut. He gained weight, I gained weight. Life is busy and then things got awkward. It had been so long it was hard to get back into the swing of things. Well, we've recently got a fire lit to get some weight lost and get healthy again. With his confidence found again, he's become interested in me again.
Last night he came up to bed and told me he's been thinking about it all weekend and slides his hand down inside my panties. He found an already wet and waiting pussy and slid his fingers right in, rubbing on my clit with the palm of his hand. He likes to get rough with it, something he has learned over the past 11 years (she likes it rough). As he's bringing me to climax, I am rubbing on his dick, thinking about how I am going to make him throb.
I cant stand it anymore and shimmy away from him. Sliding down, I lay my head on his belly and get a little spit in my hand and start working at around his dick. I love feeling that hard slick dick in my hands but also, I want it in my mouth. Sliding my tongue around the head, just teasing him a little. I hear him getting more and more excitied. His grunts and moans only make me worked harder. Every time I squeeze my hand around his dick, I can feel it throb. Mmm all this spit is making this juicy sound and making it so easy to jerk him while I suck. Sliding all the way down and swallowing that dick. I take a breath while my hand keeps moving.
He asks if he can fuck my pussy. I think about it but I'm having way too much fun feeling this throbbing dick in my hands. So I start sucking again and he says "be careful" so then I really start going at it. I can feel it starting to build up and i stop. Just holding that dick, feeling it pulse in my hand. Omg it turns me on. I cant stop for long and go back to sucking, licking, spit dripping, slobbing. I grab his balls and start licking on those while I am tugging up and down on his dick. I want that cum to shoot out so hard all over me.
I can tell he's conflicted. He wants me to keep going but he wants to be inside me too. He keeps telling me but my sucking also keeps him quiet for several minutes at a time. But finally I roll on my back and let him slide in. He didnt last very long (my bad, having him at the edge). He pulled out and shot that cum all over my tummy and tits.
Next time, it will be in my mouth where I want it.
(First time posting here. True story from last night)
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[FMM] my shitty ex watched me fuck his best friend
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This one unfortunately includes my ex boyfriend (Jade) who was pretty worthless for sex. It was toward the end of our relationship when he invited me to his family’s cabin. The catch was that his best friend, Al, was coming too. I did not anticipate anything sexual happening between me and Al on this trip, but thank god it did.
The three of us headed up to the cabin in the early afternoon on a Friday. Jade came from a decently wealthy family, so the cabin had a hot tub and a few rooms. We’d invited more of our friends, but everyone was busy besides Al. As we drove up he kept making jokes about being the third wheel.
“Don’t worry! I’ll give you guys some time alone.” I rolled my eyes. My relationship with Jade was on the verge of collapse at this point for many reasons. One of which was the god awful sex. It still blows my mind that I dated a man who only made me cum twice; ever. Anyway…
We arrived at the cabin in the early evening and I offered to cook for everyone. It wasn’t much, just spaghetti. That’s all you really need in a pinch. We decided to eat and then hit the hot tub. The secret key to this trip was the ungody amount of mushrooms we had with us. None of us had ever tripped and we decided to start with just a small amount as a trial.
This isn’t a trip story, but it hit each of us pretty hard that night. Within an hour, I was feeling damn good when I blurted out, “I wonder what sex is like on these?”
The two of them were dumbstruck.
“Bro you gotta do it.” Al said to Jade. “I’ll wait in here.”
I looked at Jade, he was obviously on board. He was already making a move to walk toward the bedroom. Then I found myself saying, “It wouldn’t be fair to Al… maybe we could all…” Hinting at a threesome.
And thats all it took. The two of them discussed it for a moment while I was out of my mind, touching myself on the couch. They’d come to some sort of agreement that Jade would fuck me first, then Al. I said sure.
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Jade had no imagination, as always, and just wanted me doggy. I didn’t put up a fight, I was much more interested in fucking Al. As I’ve said before, Jade had a big cock, but it was worthless on him. He was good for about 30 seconds of boring strokes before he’d cum. Even with the mushrooms and a fair but of alcohol in the mix, this is exactly what he did.
He looked pretty proud of himself as he laid down on the couch. Didn’t even kiss me, what a winner.
Al had been watching the whole time, stroking himself. I beckoned him over to the couch and whispered in his ear, “Can you do a little better for me, Al baby?”
He must have known exactly what I meant, because he starting kissing me passionately. This was much more like it. The mushrooms had my skin swimming and Al’s cock felt alive in my hand. He’d taken off all his clothes already and I was transfixed with his dick. I took it out and played with it for a moment before plunging it deep into my mouth.
“Oh fffuck…” He moaned as I explored the tip with my tongue. “Mira let me fuck you? Please? My skin feels like it needs to touch you.” His pupils were huge and he was stroking my hair like a fine silk.
“Good idea,” I moaned to him, working my clit with my free hand and pumping at his dick with the other one.
Meanwhile Jade was scowling on the other couch, and I started grinning. I was going to put on a show for that piece of shit.
I pushed Al back down into the cushions and straddled him. I was already pretty wet and looked down at his dick waiting to enter me. It was really thick, maybe one of the thickest I’d seen. The length was average, but I knew it would stretch me out. That dick was like a coke can.
I pressed myself down and took it all in one motion, gasping with pleasure. The mushrooms made my body light up and desire ignited my brain like a bonfire. All I could think about was riding him until he came. I built a quick pace, working my hips like a porn star. Al seemed pretty out of his mind, but kissed me, tangling his tongue with mine. I was on cloud nine— every time I slid up and down his cock, it stretched me back out. It seemed like I could feel each atom of my pussy moan with pleasure as he thrust firmly up into me. The mushrooms helped too.
Jade was getting pissed now, as I moaned to excess. “Hey I’m ready for another round. Let me fuck you now, Mira.”
I didn’t even look at Jade as I kept fucking Al. I whispered in his ear. “Alright Al. I want you to rail me. Ruin my pussy, ok? Can you do that for me?” Something in his drugged out brain snapped. He flipped me over and started pumping with carnal rage. My tits swung erratically as he slammed into me over and over again. Bent over the side of the couch, with my pupils as big as the sun, I was so wet I could feel my pussy leaking down my leg.
“Fuck me Al!” I cried out. Jade was fuming in the corner and I moaned loader and louder. Do I have an exhibition kink? Yes.
“Cum in me please!” I gasped. “I have an IUD just do it baby.” He just grunted in reply, and started pounding me faster. “Fuck fuck fuck.” My own orgasm, enhanced by the mushrooms, electrified my skin. Then all of the sudden he was finishing too, pumping his hot cum into me. Oh fuck I felt like such a whore but seeing Jade’s angry face combined with the mushrooms made it a spiritual experience. Seriously one of my best ever orgasms.
Yeah me and Jade only lasted a few more weeks after that. Hah.
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House Party Threesome
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My roommate's and I threw a Memorial Day house party last year. We normally have a party every year but this was our first party since 2019.
We wanted to go all out.
We invited everyone we knew. Knocked on all the neighbors houses with a bottle of wine in our hands and enough compliments to get their blessings to have a party that “might be a little loud.”
The day came and it was time for fun. As more and more people trickled in, before long the house and backyard were full of young people, hungry for some fun.
The music started playing as the the drinks started flowing.
The party was going well and I was having fun moving around and talking with everyone.
I saw my coworker, Jade, walk through the open front door, behind her was her friend Melissa, who I hadn’t met before.
Jade and I had been working at the local coffee shop together for about 6 months.
We had gone on a couple of casual dates and had hooked up a couple of weeks ago after a friend's birthday party at the bowling alley.
She had given me a blow job in her car as I fingered her.
This was the first time we’d seen each other out of work since then. She was wearing a long, loose, vintage t-shirt that fell to just above her bare knees. She had her hair up and wrapped in a purple bandana.
She embraced me enthusiastically as she said hello and introduced her friend.
Melissa was a few inches shorter than Jade. Around, 5’5. She had straight, platinum blonde hair that went all the way down her back.
Melissa wore a black one piece skin tight jumpsuit and a flowing black kimono. She must have been hot as it was nearly 100 degrees. But you would never know as her hair and make up we’re done so perfectly, she looked like a precious china doll.
I kept talking to the girls as we walked to the ice box and got some drinks. I was a couple drinks deep already so I was loose and in a silly mood.
I cracked a couple jokes and made the girls laugh. Jade kept squeezing my arm any time I told a joke. With every squeeze I could tell she was thinking about last time we were together.
I told them to explore around and meet some people and I would be back after I do another lap of the party to make sure everything was going well.
I saw them a while later in “The Cuddle Corner” which was a living room area we had made in the backyard. Complete with couches, rugs, blankets and pillows.
The girls were sitting on either side of the couch as I walked over and sat in-between them. They were talking about boys.
More specifically, they were talking about casual sex with boys and how it was hard as all the boys they had been dating were too needy.
Being newly single I told them they wouldn’t have that problem with me.
I placed my left hand on Melissa’s thigh and my right hand on Jade’s. They leaned into me and cuddled up as I explained the rules of the cuddle couch.
We talked for a bit more before my lack of inhibition let something out.
“Maybe we should have a threesome.” I said in full seriousness but in a joking tone.
They laughed at my cheekiness.
My Roomate interrupted and asked me to get something for the bbq. I jumped up and told the girls I’d be back.
I had planted a seed in their mind.
I watched from across the yard as I saw them lean in close to each other and whisper and giggle.
I helped my friend cook the food on the bbq and then went to get more ice for the party.
When I got back, the sun had gone down and the party had changed from a summer bbq to a house party.
People were getting drunk and rowdy. The music was pumping and a dance floor had started in the backyard.
I joined in on the dancing and saw Jade and Melissa dancing together. They swayed sensually to the music, arms around each other as their faces were only inches apart.
Melissa started rubbing her hands up and down Jade’s torso, lifting her shirt up, revealing Jade was wearing tight, pale green bicycle shorts underneath.
Her incredibly delicious looking ass was swaying to the music.
I grooved up to them and they turned towards me and held their arms out for me to join them.
We all danced together as I kept one hand on each of their hips as we swayed together.
Melissa grabbed my wrist and moved my right hand to Jade’s ass. Jade moved my other hand down to Melissa’s ass.
Jade’s ass was firmer but Melissa’s ass was juicier. Jade started unbuttoning my shirt until it was completely undone and my body was on display.
Melissa rubbed her hands up and down my body as Jade began to grind her ass into my crotch.
I looked around. All the other party goers were too busy having fun to notice the foreplay happening right in front of them.
The three of us danced up on each other for a few more songs, getting hornier and hornier. Jade felt my hard dick in my pants and whispered in my ear.
“Can we go somewhere more private?” She asked as she massaged my dick over my pants.
I nodded and she smiled. She grabbed my shirt by the lapels and pulled me from the dance floor. I followed obediently.
She stopped and turned and grabbed Melissa’s wrist and led us both inside the house and to my bedroom.
Jade checked the coast was clear before she opened my bedroom door. We walked in and she closed the door behind us.
My bedroom was on the side of the house, a concrete fence outside my window.
The music from the backyard bounced down the side of the house and into my room. It sounded just as clear as outside. Giving us our own intimate dance floor.
Jade slipped my open shirt off my shoulders. I lifted her long shirt up over her head and marveled at her beautiful body unencumbered by a bra. There she stood in her bicycle shorts and bandana.
She continued to dance to the music as I turned to see Melissa standing a few feet away, a little trepidatious.
Jade smiled and held out her hand for her to join us.
A smile grew on Melissa’s face as she took a step toward us. With each step, she slowly peeled off her kimono and let it fall to the floor. Jade responded by peeling her shorts off to reveal white lace panties.
Melissa and Jade started kissing. Jade then started kissing me and then I kissed Melissa.
As Jade and Meslissa kissed again, I unzipped Melissa’s body suit. She stripped it off to reveal her juicy body.
She flicked her black, double D bra off.
Both girls stood in front of me in only their panties. Jade’s body was petite, tan and firm. Melissa’s body was juicy, pale and voluptuous.
The girls continued to make out as I peeled off their panties one at a time. Jade had a landing strip. Melissa had a manicured bush.
The girls lied down on the bed as I began to eat Jade out while I fingered Melissa. They began to moan as they continued to kiss.
After a few minutes, Jade couldn’t take it anymore and opened her legs. I smiled as she made sure her bandanna was still on as she propped herself up on her elbows.
I stood up and and slipped my hard cock inside her as our eyes locked.
Melissa took a breath in awe as she witnessed me fucking her best friend right in front of her. She started playing with herself as I thrusted deeply inside Jade.
I looked over to Melissa and held eye contact with her as I lifted Jade’s leg up and grabbed her left breast to anchor myself.
I thrust faster and faster while maintaining eye contact with Melissa. Showing her what she was in store for.
Melissa sat up and started kissing me deeply as I kept fucking Jade. Jade’s pussy was tight and wet as Melissa stuck her tongue in my mouth. Her pillowy tits pressing against my chest.
Jade started cumming on my dick as I kept making out with Melissa.
Jade tapped me on my leg to tell me she was done, so I pulled out. She laid still, satisfied and smiling. Playing with her nipples as she stretched her body like you would after a good sleep.
I was hungry for more.
I grabbed Melissa’s chunky waist, flipped her around on her hands knees and took her from behind as Jade laid underneath us, writhing in pleasure.
Melissa and I climaxed at the same time as I pulled out and came all over her ass and on Jade’s stomach.
We all crashed into the bed and laid there, limbs crossed while catching our breaths.
We giggled as we came to terms of what had just occurred. We decided we had all loved it and wanted to do it again.
Needless to say, we missed the end of the party.
The girls left the next morning, tired but satisfied.
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The Princesses in the Tower - Chapter 6, Part 5 - Stacey [Maledom] [Male supremacy] [Humiliation] [Spanking] [Uncomfrotable territory] [BDSM][Dubcon][Good-Feel sex] [Plot heavy]
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**Stacey**
Seeing Jenine's ghastly, bloodied, scarred face seemed to confirm that the senator's self-sacrifice was not far-sighted, her sudden escape belied her supposed bravery, and that she was constantly scouting nearby, did not bode well for her freedom from obsessions. Plus, it startled a naked inmate with a collar chained to a wing desk in Shawn's tent.
I had to change my opinion. Deborah put the cell phone to my ear and started the video. Jenine may not have believed in her ability to make it far from here, but at the same time, she learned something that we could use to torment our tormentors. What else would I be here for but to do her bidding?
It was clear to Deborah that when the Heirs saw her enter the tent, she had to wait for Shawn, but maybe that also meant she was ready for him.
"Good evening ma'am." He greeted her from the darkness outside, and when he stopped, his face was only half-lit by the lamp inside. “You should know about the traitors in our expedition…” Deborah addressed him familiarly. I could hear the urgency but not the politeness. "Have Foster and Nadella woken up yet?"
Shawn entered the tent and lowered his voice. "Yes, our unconscious most successful searchers. Nadella is awake, but he hasn't the strength to say anything. Foster hasn't regained consciousness yet. Do you suspect them of something?"
"I saw them." Now Deborah blurted it out. "It was Thompson, and I didn't know the guy. Of course, they knocked those two down, but they consulted beforehand, and she gave them the weapons voluntarily. I even heard them describe how far we would search and how we planned to explore the Tower grounds. Thompson... Thompson said she wanted to run toward Fountain Flats.”
Shawn gripped her elbow. "You and McLeaf brought them here after all. Why did we have to treat them like the dead of battle!? Why didn't you file a report then?" I saw that he believed her and was even more desperate to understand.
Deborah whined like the lowest poor thing. "I was ashamed I didn't start chasing them myself. I was afraid of that guy. He had all their weapons."
I possessed a rough idea of what was going on here. Shawn rarely looked at her. Most of the time, he was massaging his neck. "These two were suspicious to me, but mainly because of their selfishness. What would they get out of helping Thompson?" "Ask Raven Baxter. Nadell took her hunting with him. She always talks only when asked to." "Thanks for the info. Repeat what you told me to Edward. Maybe we will catch her thanks to you, and you'll be our perfect female role model." Deborah made a humble bow and hurried out. Unfortunately, she left me alone with Shawn.
His expression was no longer angry. He looked at me with vacuous eyes like he always did when he wanted sex. “It is not just here to hold you in place.“ He threw the chain over my shoulders. "It sets the rhythm beautifully on the whores like you." He made a loop on the chain and tightened it. I just uttered a mild sound. He gave me one embarrassed look and jerked his hands several times. The long-winded bray I made that would scare children and young lovers in the woods suited the hardening of Shawn. I couldn't get any air, so I tossed my head on the table as my throat spasmed, staring at the tent´s roof with half-closed eyes, resisting the urge to slip out of the bastard or roll onto my stomach. My survival depended on my legs outstretched, and there Shawn wanted to go after my suffocation. Once he orgasmed, he said I deserved to breathe. He took me outside and hung me by my hands on a wooden structure, a disgusting parody of a tree with its branches, where four women already tried to look only at each other, never at the Heirs. The guys called it a hanger, we - the gallows.
Curs running around below us, now you're itching. Little do you know that settled flees carry the plague.
I drowned out the wails of the hanging mistresses with vengeful promises, but even those had to be walled off, because of the loud voices from below. I knew most of them.
“It won't hurt us to expel someone.” That suggested Deborah.
"Bitches shouldn't feel satisfied," Dorothy argued. "Someone can leave because their damn vacation is over. Besides, those two certainly weren't stealing things for Thompson. I suspect another warden."
"You think her guy here had a girlfriend?" asked an unfamiliar male voice, his tone not implying the absurdity of the words themselves.
"Yeah, I believe that frump would need a walkie-talkie for dating, but one of us would rather be fooled by Thompson. If we catch her, the bitches can't know about it either, but she'll help us arrest the cow."
"There are apparent inadequacies in your organization. Mr. Cruz is going to address them."
The crook is not fixing the system. Crook is remodeling it to make it even more gluttonous. In the end, Shawn proved to be a lucky bastard, and the excuse for more demands came from my room. Barbara got pregnant! She outdid Zita Hari by losing her virginity, and I'm guessing she beat the odds with that future child. It didn't mean much to anyone but her on the first day, but she made up for her indifference as Shawn took on even the inmates behind him and showed Mayson that it's not about who sits at the top of the Tower but who can shake its foundation. I haven't seen much of it. He had me interned in a tent and gloated about his successes while he took me doggy style and explained during breaks that now it would be even sillier not to listen to him. He stuffed himself once in my pussy, twice in my ass, and then confidently ordered me the blowjob.
Swallowing made it easier for me to know something he did not. I saw that the inmates allowed themselves to be rude here and there, and the wardens took out their batons as a precaution and kept running to someone who wanted to talk to their Heir immediately. I was a welcome contrast when I asked them for more "training" during the break. Specifically, I improved in getting and passing on contacts.
“Damasio, I need our friend Mr. Manabe to give you the number for one deputy.”
"Hey, Jug-truck, what if your deputy is having lunch with the Councilman? What if he has both first ladies in bed? Samantha underneath and Justine jumping on them, disguised as her husband?"
"Friend with friends suits us."
My target was just as quick as Hugo and Hachi.
“I hope this is not a mistake, mysterious stranger.”
"Mr. Stubley, Jenine Thompson is worried. And Prefect Green is after you." The silence confirmed my belief that moral politicians are not eloquent. Perhaps except for Honest Abe.
"I have the name of the man who took away the encrypted list of Green's agents. I want to ask you about your emigrant colleague..." He told me that the last time he heard from Timothy Cooper was seven months ago and that even his replacement is viewed by the people of the Conclave as a headless horseman, something they don't fear but are alarmed to see. However, he felt obliged to me, asked several times about Jenine, and promised to try the impossible. As they all do when fate gives them stamina. At the end of my training, not only the warden who accompanied me here came for me, but also Dorothy. "You're weird, Hamilton," she growled. "You show off how you take care of your body and build a reputation, but looking at one of us, I'd think you'd bite your face off."
"I'm a private eye," I made up an idiotic excuse. “The uniformed cops hated us, and you remind me of them.”
"Thak god there's no Arnolph here," said Dorothy. "She'd start quoting the Tower rules to you, basically the one where you can't act on the life you've led so far. And she'd also talk about your skills, which are useful here. You were the one who alerted us to the data transferred to Preston's body, is that right?"
"Affirmative."
"Manderville acted like a traitor, but you deprived us of a PE co-lector. I'm going to arrange for you to take her place now, whether you like it or not."
Fuck. It might give me an advantage, but it won't relieve me of Shawn.
I bowed sarcastically. “I'm honored to have it forced upon me.” When assigning the cleaning, they gave us the official list of the rooms of the Heirs where we were supposed to luxuriate and change the sheets, but if we could do something more, no one would blame us, so we were given a few extra pieces of sheets. Paradoxically, that's why I took off my blouse and bra before I began to shy away from the lustful touches. I told each boy: "Don't look at them and grab them!" Then it was enough to arrange for me to work even during groping.
I didn't cover my divine tits even when I went to do my work in the remaining time. Deborah in her room, and Sharona Stonewall, who cleaned up before me, would have liked to cuddle the ornaments on my chest. I have already heard about thestudent girl redhead that she is Gutiérrez's lover.
"Court-ordered distance," I whispered, not complaining about their admiration as such.
Finally, I'm going to give one of you these." I reached into an underused part of the cleaning cart and pulled out a bundle of unused sanitary napkins. I split it under her nose to notice a stuck piece of paper. When she looked at it, she read: I want to talk to her in person and the investigation needs to be diverted. I wrote the kite ahead during the cooking notes. “Thank you, but I prefer this brand,” Deborah said, and after a few taps, she showed me her cell phone again.
*McLeaf is hiding her. My testimony helped her, but Dorothy pokes at it.*
I returned it to her with a new note. *We must supply them with more false testimonies. They trust me more, and more and this will be their undoing.*
But the false statements have to serve them somehow, and our interests were against each other.
As I left the room with the girl, I suggested, "Sharona, you sure would like fewer thrashings for your PE results."
...and we would have to be colossally ignorant not to predict that training by Ms. Hamilton will perfect your physique," Ekström spoke to inmates with hockey sticks and interrupted my speech. I decided that in the end, I would have the last word.
"After all, we are fragile beings. Surely you want to explain what movements I used to become an honorable exception."
Ekström curled her lip over my sarcasm but stepped out of my way. Before the match, I invited Sharona to the warehouse of equipment. Her girlfriend also once ran away with a hockey stick.
"Done!" she reported to me in a stiff voice.
"How did you describe the warden?"
"I told her that Thompson had met someone who looked Asian or mixed. She started asking what classes it was in and how often they talked. I told her a lot of details, but I would have to make this up even if it was the truth!"
"Good!" I patted her on the shoulder. "Dorothy wants to be the smart one, we'll let her search. I'll use you at least one more time, she'll need something to touch upon."
Sharona closed her eyes tightly. "Maybe I won't have to put it directly into her hands. She's a fanatic. It is said that today the female of the female Heirs will stand at the head, who will not return from hunting to the Tower today, and the men will do the same, so as not to be ashamed."
It was like that. An exception was announced for Lovemaking today. They were prompted to change the program by whoresons Heirs by skipping sex out of devotion to the holy war.
Lectors summoned inmates in body underwear to an unknown hall. I didn't have to ask to know they were mentally preparing for an academic lecture, but Beck was nowhere to be found. Closer to the step, Arnolph cunt was beckoning us with curled papers, covering her lips with the index finger of her other hand. Her famous eloquence had suffered during the Hunt, and she gave orders without embellishment.
"Tonight, we have selected a machine exercise for you as a replacement program. It is a male body touch test and orgasm control. Bare your crotches."
Women separated the chastity fastener and often made a little naked space around it. They usually covered the small of their backs with loose pieces.
The door opened, and Arnolph led us inside.
As per tradition, they layered the hall with semicircular rows. Instead of benches, they ushered us into cubicles, where rubber imitation of the male body with a cock sticking up laid fixed to the floor. As soon as we walked around the mannequin legs, the artificial crowns vibrated. The main thing that caused fear here was the pole with a handle and the attached paddle with huge square holes, some with a metalwork frame.
"Insert the member and fasten the paddle to the height of your ass," Arnolph ordered. "The system will measure how much you can please a man and prolong his pleasure while you are forbidden to cum. The first three blows are without consequence, but if you take more than that, you will be dealt three times as much at the end of the test."
I spread my legs and instructed my pussy to get wet. Since being ready for sex was the same priority in Shawn's care as knowing when to stick the head in a lion maw, I adapted and denied myself the desire to ride it like on a motorbike. Resisting the possible orgasm, I stroked the chestunder which must have been tons of sensors. The cock hardened even more, and I massaged the shoulders, neck, and arms, then focused mainly on the hips. I tried to see what would happen if I searched for the non-existent warmth between the buttcheeks with one hand. Cock softened, and the paddle moved back menacingly, indicating that my ass can be inflamed dangerously soon. Other girls have already tasted her strictness and cried during intercourse.
I moved my hand to his earlobes and irritated him this time. But then I lost control of myself again. To hold on, I tried to slide up a little. The system probably understood it as my attempt to escape.
WHACK!
“Fucking sweet lord, don't thrash me, you imbecile!"
The Wardens still thought I was running, so they pressed me against the cock, and slapped me. The system misjudged this again and gave me two more, each faster and more painful than the previous one.
Christ, I want my dad to thrash me again. I pressed its cock and humped. It didn't take long before I had a delicious orgasm. Fuck.
A paddle of wood and metal licked me for the fourth time. I pressed myself against the mannequin so I wouldn't move.
“The subject failed the test,” the computer voice said. "Her score is 75 %. Despite the high number of points, she will receive twelve strokes."
Paddle flew to my ass at several times the speed. It massacred my ass more than a gangster with a machine gun could. At the end of Lovemaking, I had a lot to do to get up, feeling humiliated and wanting to castrate someone.
In the corridor, one voice lamented, the other comforted it. I slowly approached Sylvia Brunkow, supporting her wife Roberta, who held her stomach, and her eyes were out of sync with outside happenings.
"Brunkow also rejects things that look like men," laughed a tall, bald girl. "That is, the more repulsive Brunkow. Her boyfriend has been bragging about the other one for a long time that he straightens her up. The house divided!"
"Shut up and break up before I send you running until the morning!" I have to use my new powers quickly. I didn't have to help Roberta anymore, but she was looking away, so I asked Sylvia. "Was she sick?"
"A harm from the past," Sylvia responded.
"Brunkow, don't you want to piss someone off?" I pointed it out again in an ambiguous way. She had even more explosive files from Mayson's computer than the ones she had already used, but she was saving them for the rainy day.
"I trade." Roberta straightened up proudly again. "The only commodity I recognize is more guarantees for me with Sylvia. You'd be surprised how much relationships in nature are about fair trade. As happens to be the case with sex. Especially homosexual one. Or hermaphrodite one."
Nicole spoke up behind me. "I'm neither homosexual nor hermaphrodite, Brunkow." She was speaking quietly, deliberately, and like a hungry predator. “I'm engaged to a whacko, and you didn't mind the risk he was taking.”
"So you think a stupid guy listening to a woman because he doesn't know how to help them matters, but it's okay to humiliate me through my wife's suffering?"
"Enough!" I'm starting to enjoy yelling at people. "Nicole, Sylvia, go back to your rooms. Roberta, you've been naughty, so you get a few minutes on the exercise bike."
It's great now that I can go to the gym with people. Of course, I won't be punishing anyone there.
"Roberta, I could buy your information somehow."
shook her head as if she had never met anyone more stupid. Again, I could use it in my new role.
"The name of my problem matches my Heir's – Martin Ingham. He used to watch us do it with each other. According to him, he slept with his friends´ assigned inmates. But he seems to be desperate these days and lashes out at Sylvia. Mostly when I'm not there, but often in my presence. And even when they are done, he demands another lesbian show. My wife cries at night. Fortunately, no one who would use it against us is living with us anymore."
I thought about it. "Do you think he doesn't have other women anymore? If I arranged for him not to touch Sylvia, would you give me that information?"
"Sure, Hamilton, but with your character, I don't believe you could stand for something like that."
I dismissed her with a new purpose in mind. This isn't about character, it's about adequate means. Sex has to be used just like a gun or a listening device. I had to dance with one drug dealer and then lick his balls to convict him. The corrupt cop and I played Basic Instinct and the Female Executioner so I could access his records. And while we're at it, I lowered the price for one client to find out if what they say about short men is true (It was!).
I waited for Ingham in his room, supposedly to "consult" with him. Just like if I was at home, I left only my bra and panties on his couch and took a pose I partially learned from hookers and also in the Lovemaking bar.
Curiously, his shelves were occupied by carved dolls, many of which had brassieres but no panties, so I imitated that.
Coming home, he was tired, but when he saw me, thoughts of sleep left him. Especially when I closed my eyes and dug my hand into my lap.
"Today I imagined how I would put a rifle in a hybrid of a woman and a deer." He sat down and rested his rifle on the table. "However, you surpass even my imagination. I was told you wanted to 'consult.'" He breathed out. "Do you think I can catch up on something Cruz neglected?"
"Not at all." I couldn't slander Shawn. "I just became a co-lector of PE. I'm interested in the athletic performance of Sylvia Brunkow. She didn't play hockey badly, but she's weary from other classes. How do you think she handles straight sex?"
“She's got the basics, and she can… She can make a guy believe she likes him.”
He was looking at my hand, but I got up, smiled widely, and walked over to him.
"I think she deserves a rest, but you shouldn't be deprived."
Ingham looked triumphant."A twinkle in a female eye means a nimble cunt."
I liked his teeth.
“So you wouldn't disdain my embrace.”
Ingham put his hand on my shoulder and stroked my shoulder blades. "I am a follower of Aristippus. I do not reject pleasure, only addiction to it."
"Then stay away from Stacey Hamilton because she is more addictive than cocaine."
"We got used to changing women and remember only good things. A friend lent me his thief. Wow, she should have made a living as a whore. You are a private detective, so surely you have the same trained muscles. Prove it to me."
I grabbed his hips and pressed myself against his waist. Before I could think about it, I kissed him, and my tongue greeted his. He wasn't lazy either. His hand moved from my shoulder blade to my left breast and squeezed it like a bear scooping honey. The other hand was pulling me on my back for a long time, going lower and lower. I had to make him believe I couldn't wait for him to penetrate. I gripped the hem of his pants with my fingers, unbuttoned them, and eagerly pulled them down. A single touch of his briefs was enough for me to capture the moment his gelatinous worm began to turn into a long, hard stick. I helped him to get the fresh air, and my furry girlfriend welcomed him into her depth.
Ingham huffed and pushed as hard as he could. He passionately grabbed my breasts, and I got excited again. I took my tongue out of his mouth and ran it over the sprouting stubble. My lover's knees buckled, and I leaned forward in his direction. I tried to grip his cock tightly and circled my bottom. It is a skill that will buy more than one guy, and it pays off in the moments you are doing it with them. As for Ingham's behind, this one was hairy and warm in the middle.
"You are the last hooker from Soho!" Ingham yelled, turning his head and biting my lips.
"And you're her client," I said in a chattering voice.
Ingham stood up, lifted me whole, and wrapped my legs around his waist. He carefully sat me on the table and increased the pace. He was shaking me. It reminded me of when I once rode a motorcycle on gravel, only it went higher, and I didn't want to turn off the engine but to take the handcuffs and tie myself"You are a hooker, and I would pay you millions!"
I was singing along with my pussy, warm like on a sunny beach.
I slept wonderfully after sex, and for breakfast, we got plain buttered bread with delicious milk. Arnolph cunt reminded us of the beauties of the countryside that we can smell in those rare moments when we work or copulate around that cottage in the backyard. And it is there farm animals roam in the enclosures, with which we learn honest and hard work. The inmates took dozens of kicks from goats or cows in the afternoon.
I, subconsciously practicing an Aussie accent, sheared sheep, and when one ran off I jumped and laid it down. „Not only lambs will be silent, a woolly nuisance."
I took the sheared wool to weigh it in a makeshift pigsty. I probably didn't notice Shawn because of how well he blended in with the animals. He grabbed my hand, even though it was still clutching the bundle, and ordered me to come to the tent right after the lesson, where I would stay. Now my stomach and heart stopped working. I could hardly compensate for it for several days now by anything other than going to a more considerate lover. Roberta won't acknowledge the change in Ingham's behavior at once, and I don't know when I'll be able to please Jenine for the stultifying hours in the hideout with messages from Stubley.
Shawn left me sprawled out, arms and legs apart, at the entrance to the tent for the better part of eleven hours. All that was missing was the "Welcome" sign. I was forbidden to close my eyes. But I have to say that I was now a common sight for the guys, and they left me alone, except for a few pokes with their shoes around my crotch. I noticed that Shawn was disproportionately interested. He went through several visits and covered the entrance. His intentions were a little more apparent as he removed his pants.
I spread my legs more, but I didn't have to. Shawn took a long stem of nettle from the table, went to my head, and gave me a not-so-nice order to "Catch the drops when they come." He didn't go all the way to the most sensitive spot with the stinging nettle, but he burned both of my nipples with it, and when he was sure I was displeased, he started rolling the biggest leaves back and forth on my inner thighs. I relieved myself with a loud yelp, and Shawn grabbed his cock with his free hand, massaging it hard and long. The burning hadn't lost its intensity yet, so I didn't have to fake my suffering. Shawn was jerking off faster and faster, and his cum poured out of him. I raised my head to catch the strings of white liquid with my mouth. A bitter aftertaste took over my throat, and my lips were glued together, but Shawn wasn't satisfied with a single orgasm. He took me by the neck and didn't even let me get up. He slammed my head against the table and panted loudly as his hand held my back. When he stopped, I heard him take a drink, and something started to irritate my ass. Suddenly, nettle leaves penetrated between my cheeks. Then, my anus burned unbearably. I, the stupid hen, breathed a sigh of relief when he took it out, but instead of letting his burned skin rest, he showed me his cock had recovered and was again tearing me up from the inside.
He left me alone to hang on the gallows for the night. Everyone left, but I was rocking the show, unable to fall asleep.
"You know, we women have it much more complicated." Someone below me was laughing like a fairy-tale hag. McLeaf looked as good night as day in her latex.
"For something to be born, guys have to "take" us. Not us them. No wonder perversions that don't occur to most dominatrices haunt them.
"So if anything is going to die, the active female will be more successful," I suggested.
"I'm getting a hang of it," McLeaf said and hissed. "Sorry. Did you arrange any of what Mrs. J. wanted you to do?”
"I arranged more. I can get the information she had no idea exists. I don't know what it is, but it concerns government officials. It will take a long time. Now I deserve something. Maybe talk to her personally."
McLeaf walked around for a while, looking around.
"I would prefer if they were more sure none of the lectors were helping. You can talk to her tomorrow."
"Thanks. They suspect the wardens. If her guy has some ID chip…"
"Invalid."
"Yeah, but if a warden of suitable looks is available, you can find it at her place. People would be inclined to think she had her people in IT."
Someone took pity on me and didn´t let me hanging all night. A co-lector uniform was waiting for me in the room – jogging pants and purple sort of sacks for tits in the style of shopping bags.
Unable to sleep, I turned on the browsing device in the wardrobe and found a short message from Stubley. Searchings end in hell.
And no one has yet dug out of hell. If Stubley isn't a wimp, he needs to try to be the first.
I tried to turn a rough night into stubbornness, and my roommates came to known it around five in the morning. I woke them up by shaking. Immediately we were playing the most escalated game of cards. Jenine sending me a message lifted the spirits of gals a bit. The desire to see her again was shared with me only by a person with whom I had no desire to have anything to do.
*"We owe her every word we exchanged with our loved ones,"* signaled Zita Hari. “*And if we make her contacts, the entire nation might owe her.”*
*"Not entire,"* Barbara objected. *"I'm a pawn because of her, and someone I don't know will take care of me!"*
*“She killed a man,”* Therese pointed out. “*In a way, she couldn't be sure she wouldn't kill countless innocents.”*
*"You won't be missed if you don't want to. I'm going to see McLeaf, officially to pick up potential supplies. I'll explain your reasons, though, students!"*
Heirs had another sexual fast for the next 24 hours. It seemed they wanted to show off that they were trying to how off because they were failing. The teachers, perhaps, because of the connection with Shawn, were quite considerate of me. I was quiet, except for the afternoon break, when I shouted at the runners in the yard to speed up.
I also got a pair of binoculars, so I looked around the woods, but in that dense growth, Heirs were rarely seen. I watched them for a good laugh. Since I knew where Jenine was, they would have sooner caught the proverbial wild goose. It must have been quite late. The fact that there were any guys around at all meant they were coming back. They were now searching far and wide for Jenine. We have to make some progress before they dig our lands again.
I've been pondering a lot about men. Before, I thought I would hate them all, but sometimes I needed someone who could think of me as a valuable being. Damn, why am I even thinking about it? I turned the binoculars to where I was looking a minute ago. Of course! I saw the black skin stretched over the muscles of Simon Charlesworth! He made love to me twice when we were playing in a primitive village. Now it's about man caves, but they are not far from the village.
I saw him undress and enter his tent in a light green shirt and camouflage pants. I called a recess for the girls, which meant they had to sit on a long bench, and the wardens kept an eye on them.
"Do you remember me?" I whistled and followed him. Too bad he couldn't take his shirt off. I would see his chest again and would be the bad girl. His tent may have been littered with junk, but that didn't mean there wasn't room for leisure activities. Simon nodded as a sign that he remembered. He was probably unsure what I wanted, so I was going to reassure him that I´m here to satisfy both of us. I revealed my tits in one rapid movement.
“They missed you,” I whimpered.
"I missed the whole thing," he said with slight sarcasm, but he didn't want to push me away. "Can I judge if your lower parts came to like me?"
My jogging pants fell to the ground. I went to the corner, where I turned around, crossed my legs, and stuck out my bottom in the shape of a heart. Even so, I managed to pull down my panties. I walked up to Simon, and with every step I took, I saw more of his arms and chest and then his muscular legs and imagined the curves of his butt. I decided to be honest. "I'm tired of men not respecting me. Will you be nicer?" "I've already shown you my modus of love. I won't allow a woman to have control over her body. She can say goodbye to that, but it is the man´s responsibility that she knows she will never be cheated in bed with him and will remember it while she takes care of the house."
I gently patted his ass.
"Lesson you will never forget. Our dad sometimes threatened me and mom with that, and we knew he meant it, so we mostly behaved impeccably. But you're talking about a lesson in love, and I'd like to indulge myself."
He leaned down and kissed me on his favorite part of my body, the tits. He kissed and savored them. I hugged his firm back, massaging it to our satisfaction. He spoiled it a little when his tongue made an S on my stomach and settled on my pussy. By licking a labia achieved its goal quickly. I wasn't going to complain. Not when he tasted my juice inside. I cupped his head and symbolically praised him for the waves of pleasure. As a tasted one, I felt wonderfully wanted.
The tongue, however, was not the main instrument of Simon's pleasure. He wrapped his muscular arms around my legs tightly, and as soon as he left my lap, he rolled me onto my back. His attentive cock first tickled me and eventually reunited with my inner parts, gentlemanly in his penetration and uncompromising in occupying what he wanted to claim.
The rest of Simon caught me off guard. I kissed him like it was my first time, and he was the most wanted boy of my white and black friends. I even rolled him onto his back. And he rolled me back. And I went back on top. I was fine, but Simon wanted to crush me, and his humping slowed down a lot with the constant spinning. In the end, I was at the downside, and I wished I fell asleep, warmed by the hot blood of Simon, his heart beating against my breasts.
Sex with Shawn was a disgusting fluke that I had to endure to indulge Martin for the sake of justice and Simon for the subtle passion with which a man could convince any woman to do his cooking and laundry. Does Simon like interrogation scenes? As a result of similar considerations, I came to the room untidy, and as I was adjusting the string on my jogging pants, I called out: So how many of you will help me?"
Therese stood in front of me. "Stacey, I finally talked Barbara into it. She wants to see it, and we'll support each other somehow."
"All the ladies would help you if they knew what you were working on" Zita Hari declaimed.
We trod slowly but relaxed, except for Therese, who looked guilty as if she had summoned the Apocalypse. McLeaf took us down to the basement, where it turned out that small dark rooms devoid of people and decorations can be the least depressing places in certain institutions.
The dominatrix opened the narrow door, and we stopped after three steps between the barely organized clutter so as not to bump into Jenine sitting on the trunk, as pale as I'd seen her in the footage and an equally pale bearish man in briefs. Zita Hari let out a long breath, dropped to her knees, and held out her hand. She stroked Jenine's calf and then squeezed her palm. I couldn't bring myself to sneer, so instead, I said how much I admired her accomplishments.
“You tried too, Hamilton.”
Still surname based?
"I hope one of you would be willing to lie down and think of New England, ladies," the guy said mockingly.
“Shut up Lawrence. See how they're looking at you.” Jenine pointed to Therese and Barbara.
"We are looking at you!" cried Therese. “We're mad at you because you killed him.”
Jenine closed her eyes, swallowed, and inhaled through her nose.
"What was his name?"
“Enzo Romano”, Therese and Barbara said simultaneously, only the younger girl added,
"I'm expecting a child with him."
The guy just laughed. Jenine on the other hand looked at the young woman sympathetically.
"Honey, I'll tell you how to get rid of it, I . . ."
"You still think like a murderer!" Therese said.
"Therese, I heard about many crimes and injustices committed by various men, but I believed I live in a country based on laws that limit the worst of them inside its borders. There is justice no more, and there are States no more. Why should I be sensitive about taking the exploitionist's life?"
"Because eternal laws remained Jenine," Therese stated. "You want to talk to that Cooper of yours? I know someone who might contact him. But I want you to promise Barbara you will turn yourself in immediately afterward!"
Jenine looked at me. "Would you ever agree to such terms, Hamilton?"
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[M/S] My Last Weekend With My Mom
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The weekend before the last weekend I drove back home, from the city I live in back to the small town and back into my childhood home to meet up with my mom. We hadn’t seen each other for two weeks beforehand, so I was really looking forward to be with her again. To make things even more interesting for the two of us, I stopped being sexual active for the whole week before I drove back home. You could say I saved myself up for her.
I took the train back home. While sitting inside, while watching the landscape passing by the window, all I could think about was my mom. And what I we would to together only a few minutes after she had opened up the front door for me. Needless to say, there was rock solid boner between my legs all the time.
After arriving at the train station I took the short walk back home. I ran into a few people I know, I had some small talk, some “Oh your are back home for the weekend, helping your mom keeping the house up and running” conversations before I opened the garden door and walked towards the front door.
My hard was beating, my dick was rock hard again when I rang the bell. I have a key to the door, but me knocking and she opening up is a ritual of us. When she opened up the door my chin dropped to the floor. I had forgotten what a good looking, hot woman she was. She gave me a motherly welcome hug then I entered the house.
After we both were inside, after the door was closed behind the two of us, we dropped the mother son thing. Now we were lovers again. After I got out of my clothes, nope, I wasn’t stripping naked, not now, I we hugged again and shared the first passionate kiss of the weekend. I pressed myself against her, so that she could feel the hard wood between my legs. And she reacted onto it: “You really missed me, don’t you?”
All I did was nodding with my head: “Yes, I did.”
A huge smile appeared on her face when she heard me saying those three words: “We will take care of it later. For now, I have prepared some food for the two of us.”
Minutes later I was sitting at the kitchen table while she put some food onto it. Then she placed herself on the opposite side of the table, getting out of her comfy stay at home sweater before she sat down and showing off her cleavage that way. Again, for the second time on that day my jaw dropped to the floor. I had to stare. I had to stare at her gorgeous partly uncovered boobs. While she played the unimpressed one and kept on talking with me: About what had happened in the last two weeks since we had seen each other and casually sharing some neighborhood news.
I struggled to focus. I struggled to follow her words. And I struggled even more to give her some answers. All I wanted was to jump over to her, rip her clothes off her body and stick my dick inside her. And she knew that I wanted to do exactly that. She even made it all worse, she drove my horny level up even further by bending over to the front, so that her boobs were nearly falling out of her deep cut shirt. Fuck, I was so goddamn horny. Lusting for nothing but my damn hot sixty one year old mother.
After we had finished dinner together, she stood up and put away the dishes. I often offered her to help with that task, but she insists on doing it herself. So I kept on sitting at my place, watching her filling up the dishwasher, bending over and shaking her ass for me. My dick meanwhile was leaking filthy juices without even being touched once. I couldn’t resist anymore. I had to get up, I went over to her and slapped her on the ass. A few very pleased moans left my mother’s mouth while I did so.
From that point on, no more talking. We both just let go. She stood up, turned around and we fell into each others arms again. Passionate kissing set in. Our hands were all over each others bodies. We were tearing the cloths off each others bodies while we stumbled towards the living room. There we landed on the sofa, already naked and still kissing while our hands were onto each other.
Once we had laid down, I kissed my way South. From her mouth to her boobs, I sucked, I teased each nipple of her for some time, over her belly towards her tasty pussy. The moment my tongue touched her clit, the moment her taste was on my mouth, I really lost my shit. I stuck my tongue as deep inside my mom’s pussy while her moaning was filling the room.
After some time eating her out I got the lube that was hidden behind a pillow out. I lubed up my fingers and her pussy, then my fingers went into the game too: At first one, then two, then three and in the end four of my fingers were sliding in and out of my mothers greedy, needy pussy while my tongue was still playing with her clit.
More and more tension built up. I had to restrain myself. I had to hold myself back to prevent myself from sticking my dick inside her. Because she loves her pussy getting eaten out before the real fucking begins. And the good son I am, I like to please my mom.
Her moaning got more and more intense. Her legs were closing. She was holding me, she was holding my head in position. Until her legs began to tremble. Until she had her first orgasm of the night.
Once she had cum, once she was herself again she pulled me back up, gave me one gentle kiss, looked me in the eyes and said the following: “Fuck me. Cure your urges. Stick your dick inside me.”
No need to tell me something like that twice. I pored plenty of lube on my dick, then I slid him inside my mother’s pussy. Fuck, it felt nothing but awesome. I gave her gentle thrusts in the beginning. Not enough for her: “Don’t hold back. You know that I can take it.”
So I let go. I fucked her hard, I fucked her deep, I enjoyed every second of it. I enjoyed the sensation of my dick going in and out of her pussy. Fuck, nothing but awesome. My mother’s pussy just is the best pussy to fuck on Earth. But it felt a little bit too good. I had to hold myself back. I wanted her to cum with me. She knew what was going on. And to make things more difficult for me, she began to squeeze my balls in the way I like it.
Now our moaning was filling the room, was filling the house. I lost it. I lost track of time, track of my surrounding, all there was was the sensation of my dick sliding in and out of my mother’s pussy.
It didn’t took long and I was close. Really damn close. My balls were already aching. I was more than just ready to dump a huge and nasty load inside my mother’s pussy. But she was ready too. She had stopped squeezing my balls. Her hands meanwhile were burying themselves into my back.
One hard and deep thrust. Then another one. Then the next one. Sweat was running down my body, sweat was running down her body. We both were close. And then, one more hard and deep thrust. Boom. My balls emptied themselves. My mother’s body was trembling. I came in her. We came together. We collapsed onto each other.
It took us some time to regain our breaths. What an awesome fuck. We were looking each other in the eyes after we were ourselves again. We told us that we love each other. Then we shared a few gentle kisses. Then we kept laying on the sofa for some time. Until I got off her, and we both went to clean up each others bodies. And then the hot mess we made.
After we both were cleaned up, after we both had jumped into a cozy stay at home set of clothes, we decided to cuddle on the sofa and watch some TV. Luckily we share a taste in movies, so it wasn’t that difficult to find something that was enjoyable for both of us to watch. It just feels good chilling with your mom beneath a cozy blanket on a cold winter day. And well, being so close to each other, feeling the other, smelling the other, brought horny back on the track again.
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[F/d] [B/S] I was turned on hearing my daughter fuck her brother Update 11
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A few nights ago we had a family foursome planned, Bobby cancelled because a woman at his job he had been flirting with invited him over for the night. So it was up to me to handle my wife and my daughter, poor me lol.
Our daughters were in bed and me and wife were snuggling on the couch under a blanket watching Boomerang. Halle Berry and Robin Givens are both so crazy sexy in that movie. Me and wife were feeling on each other and kissing a bit while we waited for Chloe to get home. We didn't want to get too carried away and fuck before Chloe even got there. Finally she came through the front door in her beanie and jacket, she said it was freezing outside and we both got up to greet her.
I told her we were going to warm her up and pulled her coat off. My wife immediately had her hands up her shirt and had my daughter's tits exposed. She wasn't wearing a bra, her boobs are small so she says she doesn't need the support. Her nipples were nice and hard, me and wife each took one in our mouths and Chloe squealed. We both kissed and licked on her body while I tried to help her undress. Chloe said she hates working late cause she misses our tongues on her body. I scooped her naked body up and placed her on the couch. Her stepmom kissed her, love watching their chocolate and vanilla swirling kisses, always so tender but passionate. When all this started I thought I was the lucky one but my wife truly loves this new sexual relationship with her step-kids, especially Chloe.
I licked between her legs, kissing her thighs and teasing her for a second. Chloe grabbed my head for a second and tried to force me to eat her pussy but let go and went back to playing with her stepmom. She took her bra off and sucked on those sexy dark chocolate nipples. I put my middle finger inside Chloe and licked her clit.
"Oh fuck, daddy please do it." She told me then went back to sucking her stepmom's tits. I latched onto her clit and she moaned onto that breast.
I was finger fucking her slowly and my tongue was attacking her exposed clit. The hood was back and begging for me to taste it. I got her close, she wasn't announcing her orgasm but she had gotten to the "oh fuck oh fuck, ooohhhh god" stage. I got on top of her and popped the head of my leaking cock inside of her.
"You feel nice and warm baby?" I asked her. She nodded and reached down and was trying to pull my cock inside of her.
I gave her what we both wanted and slammed it all the way in. Her eyes bulged for a second. I was giving her those long power strokes, all the way out all the way in. She bit her lip staring up at me, my wife was sucking her nipples, her hand slid down her stomach to rub Chloe's clit while we fucked. She was announcing her orgasm soon and came on my dick. Her body was squirming and my dick fell out of her. My wife reached over and took me in her mouth, she sucked Chloe's cream off of my cock.
Chloe calmed down for a second and begged for more daddy cock, I was happy to oblige. I wasn't sure how much longer I would last, all the teasing with my wife before Chloe got there had gotten me leaking. We fucked for a few minutes then it snuck up on me and I told her I was cumming. She crossed her ankles behind my back and I creampied my daughter. My wife kissed both of us then disappeared. Me and Chloe made out with my dick still inside her, making sure all my cum was left in that pussy I had helped make.
I heard my wife coming back to the room and we both turned to look at her, she had her new strap-on on. Chloe giggled and said "FUCK YES!" I clamped my hand on her mouth and reminded her not to yell. I finally pulled out of her and she adjusted so she was face down ass up on the couch and she shook her ass at her stepmom as she approached with her new toy. The dildo was about as long as me but it has a big curve that I don't have. I was sitting by Chloe's head on the couch and watched my wife mount her stepdaughter.
Chloe groaned as she got fucked by the fake cock. Love that my daughter is such a huge slut. I reached under her to rub her clit and give her that little extra umph. She tried to move so she could suck my dick but started sliding and gave up till she was flat on the couch grinding her pussy onto my hand while her stepmom gave her the strap hard. I could hear the signs and in a minute she was announcing her orgasm. She bit my thigh and came. It was so hot feeling all those involuntary spasms.
My wife laughed and spanked Chloe's ass after she pulled out. She said oh fuck and told me we needed to watch the cushions, a lot of my cum had leaked out and got all over the couch. I wiped it with some wipes and flipped the cushion, I cleaned it the next day.
Bobby was pissed that he missed watching his sister get railed by a strap but he had fun with his little date night. We got the foursome in last night and after he creampied Chloe he got to watch my wife fuck his sister with that strap.
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[B/S] 2016 - Part 1
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Alix and Matt stayed together through Christmas and New Year, and past Alix's 20th birthday. Matt took her for a weekend away in Melbourne to celebrate, and I jealously thought about all the sex he would be getting from her.
A few weeks later, I was around at Mum and Dad's for dinner. Alix was there with Matt. He annoyed me all night, and I couldn't tell if it was because he was a legitimate dick, or if I was a jealous loser. After dinner, Mum went to bed, followed shortly by Matt and Alix. Dad and I sat there watching the cricket.
'Matt seems like a nice guy,' I said.
'Mmmm. I'm not a huge fan, ' Dad replied without looking away from the TV.
'Why not?' I did my best impression of someone who was surprised.
'Ah a few things. He doesn't treat Alix very well. He makes her the butt of his jokes a lot.' He sat there stewing in his thoughts for a second. 'He just isn't very nice to her.'
At that moment, Matt came down in his t-shirt and boxers to grab a glass of water. 'Night boys!' he called out.
Dad rolled his eyes at me.
I left it for another few weeks, but whenever I thought about them it annoyed me. One day, I went around to Mum and Dad's to pick up Dad's drill. Alix was there, alone.
She barely acknowledged me at first, so I went and sat with her on the couches.
'You okay?' I asked.
'Not really...' she said looking down.
'What's wrong?'
'I dunno...'
I sat there, thinking of what to say. Then I went for it.
'Well, I'm going to say it. I miss you. A lot. Like all the time.' Alix looked up at me with a smile. A laugh slipped out as I continued. 'Those few times with you were so special to me and it kills me seeing you with someone who doesn't appreciate you.'
She moved across the couch and gave me a hug.
'Thanks Ben.'
We kept talking, and talking and for about an hour, she unloaded her problems to me. Dad was right. Matt did make her feel like shit. He had made comments about her body and he was always trying to stop her from going out with her friends. She wasn't happy. But she also felt that when Matt was nice, it was great, and she didn't want to lose that.
'Well all I know is that I miss your body, because to me it's perfect,' I said.
Alix giggled. 'Well if I'm honest I miss being with you too,' she said. 'Can you believe it's been like nearly a year?'
I couldn't believe she was right.
'You're so fucking sexy honestly,' I said nervously.
'No I'm not,' Alix replied, rolling her eyes.
'You know that halloween party last year? When you went as Dorothy? That Instagram picture might be the sexiest thing I've ever seen.'
Alix smirked.
'Your ass is unbelievable.'
Alix giggled and rolled her eyes. We chatted for a bit before she got up and bent over to pick up her drink, jokingly stretching and pushing her ass in the air. 'Did you say you like my ass?' she laughed.
I laughed too and then got up and bent her over the couch. I slid my hand down her track pants to feel her ass cheek. She turned towards me, gazing at me.
'We can't,' she said weakly. 'Matt.'
I pulled her track pants down over her ass to reveal a grey, CK thong. She immediately pulled them back up and turned around.
'We can't, seriously, Matt is going to pick me up soon.'
I grabbed her ass again.
'I'm on my period.'
She leant in and kissed me. I held her close and stuck my tongue in her mouth. She gave it back. She quickly sat down on the couch and undid my belt, and jeans and pulled them down. My half hard cock flopped up as they dropped down.
'You have to be quick,' she said looking up at me.
She pulled my boxers down and took my cock in one hand, stroking it, before slowly putting her mouth around the tip. She tongued my knob as she stroked my cock back and forth. I ran my hand through her hair as she gazed up at me, my cock filling her mouth.
I stood back as she started to stroke my balls. She jerked me off as she started sliding her tongue over my balls, taking each ball in her mouth.
I was about to cum but didn't say anything.
She kept going. I moaned, and she put her face in front of my cock. I came. One long string of cum flew into her forehead, covering her eye, another over her nose and mouth, and a few more drops fell on her track pants and top. She giggled as she tried to open her cum covered eye.
'Oh my god. You dick! It's everywhere.'
I pulled my jeans up and went to get some tissues from the kitchen. As I did, I heard the front door open and Matt yell out 'Alix, hurry up! I text you. I'm here.''
I zipped back into the lounge where Alix was freaking out. I threw her the roll of tissues and went to intercept Matt. I met him in the hallway and told him Alix was just getting changed.
He told me no worries, and went to get a drink. He walked into the lounge where Alix was sitting. She had wiped the cum from her face and was sitting with her elbows on her track pants, covering the stains. She kept blinking, her eye was clearly giving her trouble.
'Hey babe,' Matt said, 'hurry up, let's get going.'
She made an excuse and ran upstairs to get changed.
'Girls... ,' he scoffed.
'I'm gonna have a quick shower!' Alix called from upstairs.
'Fucking hell,' he said looking at his watch.
'Mate, girls are filthy,' I said, patting him on the shoulder.
Alix messaged me later that day laughing about what had happened. We talked via messaging a bit more over the next few weeks - nothing too risky, but very flirty.
A few weeks after that, was my birthday. I was turning 25. I didn't have too much planned other than a few drinks with friends.
On the Sunday before my birthday, I got a message from Alix on Snapchat.
It was blurry, but the caption read 'what are you doing on Thursday night at like 7?'
I replied 'nothing, why?' even though I had plans. I'd drop them in a flash for Alix.
She replied 'want to cook you a meal for your bday'
I accepted, cancelled my plans and started to get excited. I wasn't sure if Mum and Dad would be there, but I didn't want to ask. For some reason that felt to forward. I decided to have a surprise.
On the Thursday, Alix messaged me again and said, 'make sure you come just before 7. Be prompt Mr 😅'.
I pulled up outside at 6:50ish and walked in to Mum and Dad's. Alix was in the kitchen, sitting on the counter with two pizzas from the local delivery place. She was wearing trackpants and a white t shirt. Her hair was tied neatly in two long pig tails.
'Ordering pizzas? I thought you were cooking me a special meal.' I said as I pushed her playfully.
She laughed and told me she couldn't get the ingredients but she had another present for me instead.
I pushed, but she wouldn't tell me, so I leant on the counter, and we ate pizza and talked. I wasn't hungry, my nerves were high, and Alix barely ate.
'Where are Mum and Dad?' I asked.
'Movies. They went to see some boring movie about infinity with that boy from Slumdog Millionaire.'
We talked some more.
'What's this present then?' I finally asked again, eager to get an answer.
'Okay,' Alix said, lifting herself down from the counter. 'I'll go get it. Wait here mister,' she said, holding me by the arms.
She ran off upstairs, leaving me waiting in the kitchen. I stood there, my heart racing. I had an idea of what it might be, but wasn't sure.
After what felt like forever, she called out to me.
'Come up to the spare room!'
I walked up the stairs and down the hall to the guest room. I opened the door. The room was tidy, lit by just the two bedside lamps. Alix wasn't there. I walked in to the en suite to see if she was in there but nothing.
'Okay... Alix?' I called out as I walked back into their room.
Alix was now standing at the door, wearing her Dorothy costume from the year before.
She wore red high heels, and knee high white shear socks attached to lacey garters around her lower thigh. The classic Dorothy blue checkered dress was a skirt - a short one - barely covering her ass. Her breasts looked ready to pop out of the top and her pig tails suddenly made sense, completing the look. She looked shy, waiting for my response.
'Oh my god. Alix...' I managed to splutter.
She giggled and nervously pinched the hem of the skirt.
'Do you like it?' she said.
I walked straughtover to her, pulled her in close and we started kissing. After a while she pushed me back, and led me by the hand to the bed.
She pushed me over onto the bed, turned around and bent down to take off her heels. As she did, her skirt rose up to reveal a red thong.
She turned around and pulled my shorts down. I was already hard and she smiled as she started stroking my cock.
She bent down and took my balls in her mouth as my dick hardened in her hand.
She started sucking and licking my knob as she continued pumping my cock. I felt like I was about to cum so I told her to stop.
I took her arm and led her on to the bed. She was on all fours, and about to roll onto her back but I stopped her. She looked nervous as I moved behind her. I leant down on the floor and kissed her foot. I slid my tongue up over her heel and along her calf. She smelled incredible.
I slowly kissed up her thigh and around the bottom of her ass cheek. I moved my tongue across her thong and onto the other side, slowly teasing her.
I peeled her panties down, and she immediately placed her hand over her ass hole - I think out of shyness.
I continued kissing around her thighs before sliding my tongue over her wet pussy.
As I did she leant forward, opening it more for me. I started to lick her clit as she moaned my name. I kept licking her pussy as she moaned more and more. I licked up and over her ass and across the fingers of her hand covering her ass.
I licked them more and more, but she didn't budge. I would move back down to her pussy and then back to her hand. I pushed my tongue between her fingers and she slowly spread them. I kept going, before she suddenly moved her hand awa to reveal her asshole. I licked it as she moaned again. I kept going as I rubbed her clit with my thumb.
I pushed her further onto the bed and put one foot on it as I slowly slid my hard cock into her dripping pussy. We both moaned as it slipped in easily.
I started fucking her from behind, and pulled her dress up her body to get a good view of her ass. I rubbed her asshole with my thumb as we kept fucking.
I spun her onto her back, and stuck it straight back in. I pulled the shoulders of her dress down and she pulled her tits out. She stared straight up at me as we I kept fucking her. Again, I felt like cumming so I stopped, pulled out, and lay next to her. As I leant into kiss her, she turned her head away - I think because I'd just been tonguing her ass hole.
I pulled the cover back, and we got in to the bed. I kissed her neck as I started to rub her pussy. She moaned and told me it felt good.
She pushed me onto my back and climbed out of bed. She pulled her dress over her head and threw it down beside her so she was just wearing her knee high socks and garters.
She jumped back onto the bed and straddled me, carefully guiding my rock hard dick inside her. She started to rock up and down on it. I slipped my hand down her front and started rubbing her clit with my thumb as she kept fucking.
All of a sudden, she leaned down and started passionately kissing me, sucking on my lip and tongue. She stopped to moan, her body tensed and I felt her thighs tightened on my hips as she started to cum. She moaned loudly.
It was enough for me. Her sexy moans tipped me over the edge. I pulled her in close as I filled her pussy with cum.
She fell off me, and lay beside me in the bed, biting her bottom lip. I caught my breath.
'Fuck that was... Unbelievable.'
She smiled at me and pecked me on the cheek. She climbed out of bed and walked to the ensuite. I watched her sit in the toilet, weeing and sorting out her creampie.
I looked at the time. 9pm.
'What time was Mum and Dad's movie?' I asked.
'6:45.'
'So they'll be home soon....'
We did some quick maths and decided the movie would be finishing around now, and quickly made the bed, after checking it thoroughly for stains. I asked Alix why she took me in there instead of her room, and she told me it was because her room was messy and she couldn't be bothered tidying it.
We sat down in the lounge, having a drink of water and some pizza. Alix was worried because her cheeks were flushed red, but I told her it made her look cute and Mum and Dad wouldn't notice.
I asked her about Matt, and what this meant. She told me she wanted to break up with him, and would do it soon.
Weeks went by after that night, and she stayed with Matt. I didn't want to push it, knowing he gave her something I couldn't.
Weeks turned into a few months until finally in August, I got a Snapchat out of the blue from Alix. It was a selfie of her in bed - 'So Matt just broke up with me....'
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She Knows All [f/m] [gagging, peeing] [anal] [milf] [18-47] [Young man finds out he has an anti-superpower of some women being privy to his sexual thoughts towards them at all times] [MILF].
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I daydream that I’m on trial, a group of women staring at me with a look of their decided disgust. The first woman, a tall, long-legged, blonde bombshell struts down towards the stand. When asked about her encounter, she states that she was the first person to ever be objectified by me.
“He was only young, sitting in the passenger’s seat of a car at a stoplight. When I had to cross the road, he looked me up and down. He stared at my legs and my ass the whole time they were stopped. But even worse, was what he imagined me doing while I was just crossing the road. They were things I would never do; I didn’t know boys thought of such things, especially that young.”
The judge, a woman, looked at me and asked, “So do you plead the 5th again?” Of course, I did, but it didn’t matter. See, with me, I’m the first lucky person to have an anti-superpower. Do you know how you feel a little guilty when you stare at a woman, or try and make a double take? You imagine them noticing and thinking you’re disgusting for being such a pervert. Well, I’m not sure about the details, but when I hit puberty women were able to tell whenever I thought about them.
As you can imagine this is sort of the undoing of any boy, who much like me, was beginning to rely on the fact that women cannot read my mind. I considered Buddhism or taking a sacrament and becoming a priest. I mean I didn’t believe in God, but after this ordeal, I sort of do, and I couldn’t have a girlfriend or a wife, she would know my thoughts, and maybe she would know every time I stared at another.
I loathed other men’s ability to silently enjoy women, they could watch from behind, peak while they bend over in front of them, or even try to deduce what underwear they had on. I couldn’t even watch porn anymore, I just felt sort of weird that the porn star would be alerted to my use of her material, I mean I know you think you’d get off on that, but trust me, there’s a weird feeling you get when someone you don’t know can tell you’re jerking off to them. I begged my parents to let me do home-schooling online. Of course, They asked why, so I just told them, I wanted to focus on my education. They reveled in that, and I had an excuse to not leave the house. Now the thing with being an 18-year-old boy and being on the computer all day for my senior year, is that the awkward pornstar situation did not outweigh the awkward distractions of the conglomerate of alluring porn on the internet.
So, at times I broke like a normal human, and sometimes even got emails from porn stars thanking me and telling me they’d use the ideas I had while I was watching them, I know that’s weird.
One positive was that even though my teachers on the skype calls were mostly female they weren’t attractive to me in the slightest…
And then there was my final class. I had to take an introduction to psychology. Well, I’ll try not to objectify Talia here in the hopes that she isn’t alerted to me thinking about her this far after I graduated, she was 36 and she was just one of those teachers, and you can likely fill in the other details. The thing about this home-schooling course was that the people teaching it were more qualified than those generally in public or even private schools. She was an actual clinical psychologist, which often made me wonder why she took this teaching job. Regardless, I often covered her square in the video call with a sticky note to avoid any trouble. I had gotten away with it, my initial thoughts when I saw her weren’t innocent, but it seemed that she didn’t possess the ability to immediately be privy to my initial instinctive thoughts at that moment. These are the thoughts that used to get me into the most trouble, you have no control over them, all you can do is distract yourself after you have them and hope for the best. The sticky notes only got me so far. She had a soft English accent; of course, she fucking did. However, luckily, she never seemed aware of my thoughts on this. I used to keep the volume down and I disciplined myself to only focus on what she was saying, that was what was important, right? While we stuck to the curriculum on the basics of Freud’s inception of psychoanalysis, behaviorist studies, cognitivism, and topics in clinical psychology, we were able to go more in-depth, and even go into topics that would not be acceptable in common schools, like of course, again, sex.
Now while Freud fixated on sex excruciatingly, he doesn’t do it in a particularly sexy way. I think he may have had a few odd sexual fantasies himself. I did often wonder though whether most men fantasized about their mums, I mean I had repressed my sexual desires, not explored them. I never knew whether Freud was right or wrong about these desires because I had trained myself not to chase any sexual desire or fantasy out of the fear of exposure.
I probably would have been motherfucking Freud’s favorite test subject. I don’t believe I would find the person who birthed me sexually in the slightest, I guess that’s because the idea repulses me, but I assumed I was right in that, I didn’t really have proof that following your sexual desires wouldn’t lead there, I guess I hope for everyone’s sake they don’t fantasize about that.
Anyway, there was one day of this class that will be etched in my mind forever, though I try to erase it. Talia was speaking about how fetishes may be learned, and like teachers occasionally do, they forget that they’re in a professional setting with 18-year-old students. Her English accent spoke, “My ex-husband used to like it when I came home from work. At first, I thought he missed me all day, but when he later asked me, albeit politely, on my day off to put my work clothes on, I realized…anyway that didn’t work out for other reasons, but fetishes are not uncommon or to be ashamed of.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, surely a teacher would never say this, I tried to block out everything she had said, but I wanted to know more.
She didn’t know that I had thought she was sexy any time before, so I let myself wander around my mind just this one time. Was she wearing stockings? Maybe a pencil skirt? Were they high-heels? What was underneath? All of the thoughts men are afforded every day in the privacy of their minds. I go through all the possibilities like letting my hunger decide on what sounds the tastiest when dining. I notice my heart beating a little faster after the thought, so I stopped. It wasn’t that I thought I’d get caught, I had gotten away with finding her attractive before, so I would be in the clear, but my mind had this protective thing where I just stopped anytime I was drifting to a fantasy. Anyone else would probably see a therapist about this, but for me, avoidance had gotten me through to this point. I was in the clear anyway, I had gotten away with it.
But then I did feel this potent residue of what she said to run up my arms, and thighs. A little like being naked in a cold breeze, not that anyone really does that. My heart jumped for a second to my throat and I again suppressed it, but the harder I tried the more affected I felt. Like I wanted to fantasize about these things, I wanted to keep exploring her in my mind. I wanted to look for her photos online and imagine… And then the shaking moved up my thighs, and I prayed it wouldn’t do it. But then I looked down, blood engorging me. I know people probably say, ‘oh baby I’m so hard for you, I’ve never been this hard in my whole life a lot like it’s a trope of porn, but I’d really never been this stiff. The last time I relieved myself from anyone, other than a porn star, was the first time, and the consequences of that were so embarrassing that I couldn’t bare it. Talia asks me, “Michael, are you paying attention, or are you lost?” I wasn’t sure whether my absent look may have been what she saw, or whether she knew that I was attempting, with all my strength, not to imagine her sitting on my desk with her heels against the wall above my shoulders. But then I was in the clear, “You just look distracted, Michael. Just try to keep up.”
Shit, Keep up! What does she mean? Is that literal or is it ‘keep it erect.’ No, I am in the clear. I must be. Fuck she’s so hot at 47, she’d know so much more than me. I’m young, maybe she hasn’t had a hard lively cock in years. I must stop this, but so far, I’m getting away with it. It’s difficult for me not to push the envelope, this might be the one person I can get away with it with. She knows nothing! But what if she does?
I think about the prospect of her knowing nothing, then I can finally fantasize and cum over her. And if she does know, then maybe it’d be a compliment that someone young like me thinks about her like this. No, she’d be disgusted, she’s professional. But she is a psychologist, so she is discrete, maybe she’s offering this to me to let out my frustration. But maybe she genuinely doesn’t know, and if she found out, I’d lose my place in her class.
Like any guy my age, I just want to cum, but I’m beginning to realize the excitement that belongs before real ecstasy. The tension and unsureness alone are driving me to want more of her. The obsession over someone whilst avoiding obsessing over them is akin to standing on a balancing beam held between two planes. You know that test that people give you, “Don’t think about an apple.” And you immediately think about an apple, that is the catch-22 I’m in. I imagine Eve thought about apples all the time, while Adam was probably preoccupied fantasizing about Eve.
Between classes, I try to study to keep my mind off her, Talia not Eve, and it does work. I know that I can’t really fantasize about her, she will somehow find out as every woman does.
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My Friend Danny offered if I wanted to go to the beach today. Which was a perfect distracter, it was a really hot day. While I usually avoided the beach completely, I realized that I was okay so long as I sunbathed with my eyes closed or looked out into the ocean when I was swimming. I get to the beach, and Danny’s mum Ashley, and 5-year-old sister are there with Danny. Every time I see Ashley, I get worried. I have accidentally fantasized about her, and I didn’t know if she knew. She was laying on the beach in a bombshell bikini. She was the first time I masturbated. I’m not going to lie; I was a really pervy guy. And looking at her like this now grips me back into the one greatest moment of ecstasy I’ve had. I had wandered into my best friend’s mum’s bathroom while she was at work, who at the time I referred to as a total MILF. Danny and I had just been in his pool, and I went to use the shower. He went to the shower next to his room, and told me, “Just use the one in my parent’s room, they won’t care.” On the way to the bathroom, I became curious. I’d likely never be in this room again on my own. I checked the drawers; I saw some dirty movies. Then, I came across a collection of home pictures strategically placed between two books that would be intended for my friend’s dad. There she was, she was giving a sexy smile to the camera and bent over to expose her cleavage in her denim shorts and a tight button-up flannel that very few people could make sexy. As if that wasn’t enough, the next one she had a G-string on and was bent over the end of the bed I was standing at. Everyone at school knew she was hot. When she picked Danny up from school, she’d always wear tight jeans that just cupped her ass perfectly, though the t-shirts she’d wear always had food spilled on them, likely from her daughter. It amazed us all how she could have 2-kids and still be so hot. But I was the only one getting to see what was underneath, I was in shock. She was so sexy, but not like ‘Victoria’s Secret model sexy.’
More like a real type of sexy, where what she would think were her imperfections made her way sexier. Like the two little stretch marks on her right ass cheek that makes you want to bite it, or the cellulite dimples around the top of her big thighs. The next photo was her lying on the bed, now with her left hand placed in her red, lacey Brazilian panties. And the last photo was the climax of the crescendo. It was her, wearing what I later learned was called a teddy. She’d lifted the bottom of the lingerie up to reveal her right labia, which I’ve wanted to taste ever since. I do suppress these thoughts, but they are still there.
After slowly looking at these amazing photos, I notice two pairs of underwear crumpled up on the floor. One was the G-string in the photo, and the other was a black pair of what looked to be ‘everyday panties.’ It was better than looking up at the night sky and watching the light travel from a star that existed a thousand years ago. I could take in her pussy from yesterday, I could smell every second of it. I could smell how where her clit rubbed a little against the fabric, and maybe that would be enough to get her wet. Yesterday, this is exactly where her wet pussy dripped every time she got turned on during the day. Maybe she has a secret work crush that she bares all day, and that’s why it has the residual of these wet spots. Maybe she gets bored, and her daydreams lead to fantasies. I lay her photos out on the bed. I press the best part of her panties up to my face and imagine how fun it would be to fuck such a sensual woman. I wrap her other panties around my cock and imagined yesterday’s pre-cum dripping onto me. I imagine her watching me stroking myself to her, I imagine her blushing over how attractive I find her. I imagine her taking her lips around me, staining me with her cherry lipstick, and touching herself while she’s on her knees. I wonder what she thinks about when she fucks herself.
And then I finish, not into her panties of course. But when she got home that day, she looked at me like she hadn’t before. It was a look of disgust, but maybe that was just in my head.
Sometimes it was hit and miss with whether women found out, I rarely ever risked it, but usually, I could figure out instantly whether they knew. Danny’s mum and my teacher are the only two women that I’m unsure about. I still don’t know a lot about this condition I have, but I’m beginning to think women don’t ever find out if they are past a certain age. So, maybe I’m destined to take my frustration out on older women.
After swimming, we’re all lying on our towels to dry off. Danny’s sister begs us to take her to get ice cream, and Ashley interjects, “Danny, go get her a damn ice cream.” I get up too, but his mum grabs my arm, “No, I wanted to talk to you about something to talk to you about an offer.” I gulp. Is this about what I did?
While the two were off to get Ice-cream, I’m staring at a woman, whose panties I’d sniffed, laying on her stomach with her ass facing right at me.
“Okay, Michael, I wanted to give you a job proposal seeing that you’re in your final year of school, and your home-schooling occurs in the morning, not the afternoon.”
I’m relieved.
I just give a generic answer, “Oh, okay?”
“Yeah, so the kids and my partner, George, aren’t home between 12-and-3 in the afternoon, and I was hoping you might help me run my errands around then, maybe three times a week? I can pay you about $15 an hour.” I am so relieved, this means she doesn’t know, so my age theory may be correct. “Of course, I would be happy to help.” And then I avoid looking at her ass, in case my theory is completely wrong and I’m exposed, and dead in the water on the beach.
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It’s a particularly hot day and I said I’d help Ashley clean the pool and the garden today. I walk in, and she’s laying in a one-piece by the pool. I know that sounds suggestive, but it’s not. I’d often seen her with that on whenever we went to the beach, or I went swimming. She pulls her sunglasses down to look at me, smiles, and pulls her hair out. “The pool catcher thingy is just over there.” She gestures to the right.
I start doing what I’m getting paid to do, as she watches.
Now look, I am trying not to get hard, because I know she’s watching me. But the fact she’s watching me is the thing that’s turning me on a little. I look over my shoulder at her, and she smiles and winks at me. She’s watching me. I mean I am 18, and attractive enough, but I don’t have rock-hard abs or anything. Why get me if you want eye candy?
She asks, “Did you bring your swimmers?”
“No ma’am, I didn’t think I’d need them?”
She looks at me and says, “I guess you won’t need them then.”
I didn’t know what she meant. So, I just kept going. Then I hear a splash behind me, “Too bad you didn’t bring your swimmers, hey?”
“Yeah, it is hot too, but I’m okay.” And then I saw the way her breasts looked in the water, and she caught me looking and smiled. Her boobs were probably D-cups, not that I would know. They weren’t perfect either, they were still firm, but they sagged ever so slightly. This added an element of realism to all of this, to me looking at this beauty. I loved how they sagged slightly in the water, I imagined her areola was large for some reason. I mean, doesn’t that happen to mothers? I was in awe of her womanhood and her real, but sext body.
And then my dick started moving, and she was watching. It slowly became impossible not to notice. And as I realized, she was looking, I turned away. She stated, “You could always wear your underwear in if it’s too hot, I’ll look away.”
I didn’t think this is what I was going to be doing. I decided that it was the best option to hide my erection. Then the conversation turned normal, “What do you want to do when you leave school.”
I answered with a quick answer that was a complete lie, just to get her paying attention anywhere else than me.
Then she got out of the pool, “I’ll get you a towel, but what do you want me to wear for the rest of the day?”
I looked at her shocked by what she was asking.
Then she smirks at me, “What would you rather, the red one or the teddy?”
I stopped in my tracks, “Sorry what do you mean?”
She replied, “I mean exactly what I said.”
With my heart gulping in my chest, and my dick at attention I awkwardly said, “The red G-string.”
She winks at me and walks inside.
I’m incredibly hard, but now there’s no point in hiding it. I get out of the pool as she comes back with only her G-string on and hands me a towel.
She looks at my hardened cock and nonchalantly states, “I’m guessing that’s how you think of me?”
I’m lost for words, so I just nod.
God, she looks so hot, I want to screw her from behind.
She says calmly, “It’s a compliment, I don’t get a lot of attention anymore.”
And then adds, “Men are afraid to look at women these days, I came from a time where whistling was a compliment, albeit an annoying one, but at least you knew what men thought.”
I looked at her and quietly murmured, “You’re so hot.”
We went inside and my underwear was still drenched. The erection protruding from my underwear outward made the water drip more on the floor.
In response, Ashley gently grabbed the towel wrapped around me and got down to wipe it up.
I was sort of turned on by how domesticated she was. Whilst I disagree with wolf-whistling and perpetuating traditionalist values, there was something unbearably sexy about an attractive woman late into her 40s already being domesticated, and automatically fixing things for me. There was something so hot about a woman having the attitude of ‘boys will be boys.’ I knew this was probably because I’m a guy, and want a woman that lets me get away with anything, and blames my dick for my actions. But I also think this is something I will likely never have, it’s a thing of the past, and so it’s exciting and rare.
She pointed her ass up to me as she wiped the water up, and I could see a few stray pubic hairs seeping out of the right side of her G-string. I inhaled deeply as I imagined burying my nose in deep, but I tried to control my desire. I had suppressed what I wanted for so much of my life that I knew that indulging too much would make me cum too early. But it was hot that she knew every dirty thought I’ve ever had about her, and she still accepted me.
Then she said, without looking at me, “Put your face up to it and try to figure out what I’m thinking right now.” After a brief pause, she added, “put your mouth over it as you imagined in my room.”
My dick had never been so hard. I wanted to feel whether her vagina was wetter than my salivating tongue. I wanted to be used by her in any way she wanted.
After about a minute of breathing in her aroma through the fibers of her G-string, she got up and took my hand, and ushered me to her bedroom, immediately pushing me onto the bed.
She left her red panties on and put one leg over my head, as she sat on my face. Then she yelled aggressively at me as her hips slowly gyrated, “Think of the dirtiest thing you can imagine me doing, and I’ll do it for you.”
I was trying not to cum. The pleasure I denied myself for so long was right there in front of me. I remember how it felt to orgasm, the relief was unexplainable. I was completely engorged, but I wanted this to last forever. I imagined her pulling her G-string to the side and spreading her asshole on my face. And so, she moves up to her knees to manoeuvre her panties to one side. Though she had shaven enough to barely see anything with a G-string on, she had a beautiful outline of black pubes surrounding her vagina that surprised me, her asshole also had some additional smaller hairs that she had clearly tried to shave but missed. This would bother some people, but it added to the experience to know that the sweat and cum from her vagina will get stuck in the little bush rubbing up on my tongue. My excitement multiplied, and I couldn’t help but look deep into the holes between her cheeks.
I wanted to have my tongue in both of them simultaneously but knew I could only have one at a time. So, I thought of her spreading her asshole as wide as she could over my mouth so I could taste the sweat that accumulated throughout her day as a domesticated wife. I wanted to taste her hard work and devotion.
She responds, “Wow. You’re a fucking disgusting pervert.”
I stop. She’s disgusted by me.
She looks back at me, and states, “Okay. I don’t think it’s possible to spread as wide as you want, and I don’t know how well I cleaned there last time it needed to be cleaned, so I wouldn’t go too deep anyway.”
She sits her ass on my lips and slightly spreads her right cheek creating the sexiest dimples and ripples from her cellulite. Her right cheek is clinging to my right cheek, and I can really smell her ass now. Then she moves her left cheek over my other cheek and pushes her hips down, which puts more pressure on my head but allows her ass to stay wide open.
I felt this odd feeling of being so horny that I was becoming turned-on by something that I would otherwise find disgusting. Like I had explored something deep within myself. I knew her ass smelt bad, I mean it was ass, but for some reason it was the best scent I’d even taken in.
I open my moth, and move my tongue into her, wanting to taste her perfectly bad hole. Despite, her warning, I try to go as deep as I could. She ignored her own warning too, as she starts to pump her hips up and down, forcing me in deeper.
“You want my shit streak on your tongue, don’t you pervert?” She yelled uninhibitedly.
She gets up off my face, and orders me, “Stick your tongue out.”
Then laughs, “look, your tongue is dark now.”
Then she pauses… and silently begins sucking on my tongue. Automatically, I go to kiss her, but I stop as she grabs my balls tightly above my wet underwear.
“No. Just let me suck on your shit-stained tongue. Keep it out.”
I bare the awkwardness of not kissing her, as she begins to lick and suck on my tongue. She moans and seems absorbed in her own pleasure, something I have never been able to do.
As she enjoys her dirty self, I become nervous thinking about how she is going to be the first woman to see my dick. It had never occurred to me until this moment that it might not be good enough to please her.
She knows what I’m thinking and looks me in the eyes, “Well show me it and I’ll tell you.” She says warmly.
I nervously pull my wet boxers down for her to judge if I’m enough, and she smiles.
“Do you want to find out if you can please me?” she whispers with a raspy voice.
She begins to slowly run her nails six-inches from the base to the tip, as she whisper in my ear again, “Do you think you can last for a horny neglected mommy?”
I almost cum the second she says that, as though her words make it so much more difficult to relax my balls and stave off being over-excited.
She adds another whisper, “I don’t suck my husband’s dick anymore, but your very special.” Then she slowly licks her cherry lips, and adds, “Do you think I can exchange all of my lipstick to your dick?”
She grabs the panties she had on before and wraps them tightly around the base of my penis, tying them in a tight knot. This makes me engorge as much as I think I possibly could. I can see precum slowly running from the tip to the base with the speed of a fondue fountain.
She begins to run her teeth around my balls, gently biting and licking between the base of my cock and both of my neglected balls. She looks up at me, “I’ve never deepthroated my husband either, would you like that?”
Before I could answer an overwhelming yes, she is already slowly edging my cock down her wet mommy mouth into the back of her throat. I can feel the overwhelmingness of orgasm being out of my hands now. Regardless of how hard I try, I don’t think I can hold off when she’s throat-fucking my cock. She rolls her eyes back and looks up at me, staring into my eyes lost in infinite pleasure. She grabs my ass cheeks and thrust them towards her to move my dick even deeper into her throat, and I can feel her gag-reflex rubbing my cock as she forces herself to take it for my pleasure. Despite the discomfort of her gag-reflex, she’s so domesticated that she wants to bare it, as she can see my face light-up each time she chokes. I’d imagine most women would stop before the onset of gagging, but she’s held her position for three gags.
On her fourth gag, I can feel her almost vomit on my dick, so I pull-out and see the red lipstick stains that she displaced on the base of my cock.
She spanks me hard and tells me, “My husband would beg for me to gag-wank him off, and vomit on his cock if he knew I was willing to do it, and you pulled away!”
“Okay, come with me.” She said as she grabbed me and took me to her shower that I used after masturbating to her photos. She turned the shower on, and said, “now we’re going to try again, and if anything happens it’ll be easy to clean off.”
She slowly brushes her lips over my cock and back to her favourite base and holds it there. This time it takes about five-seconds before the first gag, and its wet soft muscle glides under the tip of my dick. Then she holds it for ten-seconds, and gags twice in succession, which was almost too much to handle, so I held her head down on my cock and started humping her wet tight throat. She gagged twice again, but then she couldn’t take it, and I could feel her spew a little on my dick, and she thrusted my hips into her throat again, so as to fight the instinct to recoil. She looked up at me with teary eyes and mascara running down her cheeks, and to see a domestic and somewhat conservative woman in that state motivated me to keep fucking her throat until I choked her with my years of pent-up tension. I could feel her spew again, but this time it ran out of her mouth and acted as lube for my dick. Then almost as an involuntary action she started to pee down her thigh and onto the shower floor, which for some reason turned me on even more. I stopped humping and watched her clear piss, and her slight embarrassment accompanying it.
She looked away from me, and told her, “Look at me while you’re pissing.” And she spewed again, and I grabbed her head and held her mouth to the piss soaked floor and told her to lick it. I then spread her ass again and slid my dick into her dirt hole. Humping as hard as I could, watching her eyes tear up as she licked her piss and screamed when I fucked her ass too hard.
And I could feel all of the tension I have had move to its peak, I almost couldn’t bare the feeling in my balls anymore. I grabbed her hips and pulled my dick out of her ass, and slid it into her wet vagina. I could feel the friction of my humping brushing against her pubes, and I felt my balls tense up in intense agony. And then I felt every part of me shoot out of my dick, as though I was the most alive I have ever been, but I felt like it was so good that it could kill me.
I yelled, “I love you!” though I don’t know why. Maybe because I’ll never fuck another woman like her.
I was still convulsing and squirting sperm into her after two-minutes. I was shaking, and couldn’t stop like it was endless pleasure.
And then, it did stop.
“Wow.” She spoke, as cum was oozing out onto her pubes.
I got dressed, and very little was said, as she lay in her mess.
I walked to the door, and she reminded me to grab the $15, which felt wrong after the pleasure I just received.
And before I left, she said, “Think about me tonight.”
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I 19[f] fucked my collage professor 40[M] after months of flirting in lectures
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I’ve never been much of a teachers pet until I walked into my first year anatomy lecture and set my eyes on my eyes on him. He was in his 40s and I was only 18 but I didn’t care one bit. Fast forward to a couple of months of intense but subtle flirting during lectures and I he was regularly helping me with my assignments after I’d asked for help. Although it was clear we were both attracted to each other he tried really hard up keep things professional.
One night by sheer luck I was in a bar when I spotted him (my uni town is a small place). I’d had a few drinks and was feeling extra horny so I went over and we started talking while sat in a booth in the corner of the bar. Next thing I knew he his hand was running up my thigh. I could feel my pussy getting wet as it craved him to get closer but he just lingered making me want him more. That was all I needed to motivate me to suggest we head somewhere more private and he didn’t hesitate.
We ended up at his flat. Within 30 seconds of walking through the door he had me pinned up against the wall, one hand around my throat and the other working on unzipping first my skirt and then his trousers. Months of building tension was finally exploding and I was finally about to get the dick is been craving and fantasizing over. He then picked me up threw me on the bed and began to drill the shit my very tight pussy. It was bigger then I’d imagined! It ended with me on my knees worshiping his huge dick as I began bobbing my head up and down, slurping away at the same time. Once I started it didn’t take long before he exploded in my mouth.
After that night I every time I say in his lecture I couldn’t help but smirk. We carried on seeing each other a few times and needless to say I got a first in human anatomy.
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[B/s] Brother (22M) saw me (19F) in my underwear
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I posted last night about my brother seeing me in my underwear in the kitchen and I definitely got a lot of advice. Some wasn't the best and I really don't want to do anything like flashing him because I don't want to make him uncomfortable or possibly ruin our relationship.
Anyways I don't have a lot to add other than the advice I will be taking is going to disappoint a lot of you. I'm not going to say anything to him and just try to keep things as normal as possible. I will be wearing more things that show a little more and see if he looks more or not and ask him to help me choose outfits which isn't anything I don't already know but I'll be paying attention to the things he chooses. But otherwise I don't have any plans to do anything dramatic. If he looks more, maybe I'll try buying more stuff he seems to enjoy.
I probably won't have many updates very often because I don't want to push it but I'll update as I have anything to add.
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Denial Victoria[28] is suspended by her Mistress Lucy [32] and lost in the moment in between impact play [repost] [Fdom] [Fsub] [Intense edging] [Orgasm denial] [Good Girl] [Shibari] [Suspension] [Butt plug] [Spanking mention] [Toy use] [Food] [Cunt] [Juces] [Nipple Clamps] [Flogging]
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Denial
I have no idea how long I have been here.
The only thing tethering me to the passage of time is the second hand on the clock beside the bookcase hanging on the wall.
I remember the brass pendulum sweeping left to right, swinging in the air, suspended, just like me.
The throbbing from the spanking has stopped coming in waves now.
I am just left with the warm memory of where she touched me like she doesn't touch anyone else, because she loves me.
The sharp sting of the crop against my clitoris that she started with has faded.
Now the lush is just steadily rising and lowering, not a pulse, a steady ebb and flow, like the waves of the sea, lapping against the beach on a calm steady bright afternoon.
Yet the first spots of fresh rain are threatening, just a faint hint of the storm that had raged hours before, dark clouds on the horizon loom, as though nature's fury was only tempered and left unsatisfied.
I focus and the remaining calm in my mind stretches out toward every corner of my consciousness.
The smell of what she is cooking for supper fills my nostrils, what is that, Bolognese sauce, the rich deep aroma of tomato and beef, clinging to me like a hug from someone who cares.
But that's not everything, there's the tang of cheese mixing with something creamy as it melts away.
Lasagna.
Good, that can take hours to cook properly, so she plans for me to be here a while longer.
The draught of someone walking past me quietly moves cool air and I feel it waft on to my exposed cunt, my juices dripping from everything I have felt today.
I clamp down on the firm metal plug in my ass, reminding myself of every delicious sensation received so far.
She approaches, spins me towards her, and removes my nipple clamps, my blood rushing back to fill where I was pinched making me gasp.
"5 hours and still no orgasm, well done, that's a new record. Shall we go for seven?"
She asks sweetly.
I nod energetically.
"Good girl!" She replays lovingly, and I feel my mind slip back towards the edge of oblivion, as the lush changes pitch and I hear the tales of the floggers being shaken out once again.
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[F22] My anal journey (story time)
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Since I'm starting my anal training journey again and you guys asked for updates I thought I'd start with a bit of a story time of my experience with anal so far. And of course for reddit I'll only talk about events after my 18th birthday...
So I was already no longer an anal virgin when I turned 18 but was still very inexperienced with anal. After I turned 18 I continued the occasional hookup which sometimes featured anal and I owned a smallish butt plug but nothing more exciting than that.
In the September of 2019 I turned 19 and started my gap year (I had finished with secondary school earlier that summer). The first half of this I stayed in the UK to work and save money, during this time I started to experiment with tinder. I hooked up with a handful of strangers which really allowed me to experiment with my sexuality whilst knowing I never had to see them again if I didn't want to. I also used the age filters and managed to hook up with a couple of older guys who were deffinatly more dominant (and very kinky) and some i had longer flings with, one even became a bit of a sugar daddy and really helped me start my toy collection...
For the second half of this year I travelled around Europe with a couple of friends, since I was with them I couldn't go too wild but I still managed a few exciting and new experiences, I'll save those to talk about another day so this post doesn't get too long ;).
In the September of 2020 I began my first year at uni (in the UK) and you could say I settled in very well... After my first year of living in halls with other freshers for a year I decided to get a studio flat to myself although still in a student building for my second year at uni. During the start of my second year (2021) a particularly life changing event happened to me and it was shortly after that I really got into my anal training journey. This was made infinitely easier due to the fact I now lived alone and didn't have to worry about hiding my toys all the time and keeping the noise down. Over the months I purchased bigger and bigger butt plugs and dildos. The biggest I managed to fit inside of me had a diameter of 2.75 inches and the stretch felt amazing. During these months it got to a point where I wasn't able to afford the toys I wanted and at the time I was defo too scared to make an only fans to I went back to my old ways of seeking out older guys on tinder until I found one who was willing to spoil me to some of the things I wanted.
Anyway at the start of summer in 2022 I managed to find myself in a full on relationship with someone my own age and that's when my sex life and anal training sort of died down. Anyway just after this Christmas we broke up and I've decided I want to get back into training again and enjoy single life so I plan to keep you all updated and hopefully it won't be too long until I can take all of my toys again... then I'll have to look for something bigger...
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My Mom’s Best Friend [F55/M32] [Mature] [Vanilla] [Romance]
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My mom and her best friend were best friends since forever. It all began on the playground, when my mom ran into her future best friend after her family had moved into the small town my family was living in for generations.
Initially my mom and the other girl were beating the shit out of each other. But they began to get along, years passed, they spent their school years together, they went to college together, they became an inseparable pair of friends for the biggest part of their lives. Their relationship clearly stood the test of time.
Now, more than forty years later they still are best friends. Sure, they had their struggles, they were fighting over some men, they had times when they weren’t talking with each other at all, but in the end the two always got their shit together. And they had been there for each other when needed.
So my mom’s best friend practically knew me since the day I was born. When I grew up she was nearly always around – as mentioned above, my mom and her had their fights, their arguments too – when I grew up. On average I saw her at least once a week. And she was the one baby sitting me and my siblings when my parents went out on a date.
I used to call her auntie back then. So did my siblings. We did that despite the fact that we weren’t related at all. She just acted like an aunt. She was there for us when we needed some help. When we wanted to talk about something that we wanted our parents to know. And nope, there was nothing sexual going on back then. Nothing.
While I got older the contact to my mom’s best friend got lesser and lesser. Once I moved out from home to go to college the contact nearly broke off. Only when I was at home for vacation during lecture-free times I ran into her from time to time. We had some chit chat, we checked up on each other’s lives and that was all that was going on.
The contact even got less when I was finished with my education and joined the work force. I had money now, so I spent my vacation time not at home any more. So I ran into my mom’s best friend probably once, maybe twice each year when I was back home for some holidays or for one of my parent’s birthdays. I still talked with my mom’s best friend, with my auntie, but we grew apart. We weren’t close at all anymore.
But due the fact that she was my mom’s best friend she probably new everything about me and my life that I told my mom. So she probably was always up to date on my life. She probably knew when I had a breakup or when I got a promotion.
And promotions, I got plenty of them. By the looks of it I was a more than just decent corporate drone. Or at least I was one when I had to be one. Because when I was off work, when I had free time on my hands, I clearly wasn’t much of a mindless non thinking drone at all. But well, we all have to make a living.
As time past by I was more and more fed up with my life. I was working long hours, I had next to no time for myself anymore, I had to wear clothes I hated, I had to deal with people I wasn’t really getting along with, I just had enough of my work life. I had enough of being a corporate drone. I wanted more. And when the company I worked for was shut down – it wasn’t my fault, at least not only my fault – I decided to take a break.
Luckily I had the funds to take about six months off. I figured out that it was time to change the scenery. So I called my mom. I told her everything, then I asked her if it was okay for her and dad when I would move back in home for a couple of weeks, maybe months?
My mom was more than happy, more than excited that I would come back home for some time. That I would move back in my old room for some time. She said yes to me without hesitation. And dad, dad was happy to to have his only soon around him for a longer period of time. So thirty two year old me packed some of his stuff, boarded a plane and flew back home.
Dad picked me up at the airport. We hugged each other then he helped me dragging my luggage to his car. Then we drove back home, back to my childhood home. We had a lot to talk about during the short road trip. And we stopped on the way to get some cheeseburgers, because my mom’s cooking isn’t the best on Earth. But she tries hard.
Back at home I landed in my mothers arms. She gave me a long and more than just welcoming hug. Then we went inside, I brought my stuff into my old room – my room was still untouched, my sisters room’s had already been repurposed – and I unpacked. Then I took a short nap on my old bed before I headed downstairs for some family dinner.
Then I had the first family dinner for more than six months. It was only the three of us: Mom, dad and me. We had a lot to talk about. And as parents are, they asked me about a future daughter in law. They also asked me about my professional perspective. I gave them an honest answer. I raised my shoulders while doing so: “To be completely honest, I have no clue yet. And I am single.”
They weren’t really pleased with my answer, but they accepted it. They told me that that I should take my time. That it might be better to clear my head first. I nodded with my head. They were right. And to my surprise, they didn’t bothered me we with any similar questions in the upcoming weeks.
When I woke the next morning I found myself home alone. My parents were out working, I had the house for myself for the bigger part of the day. I felt like a teenager again. I spend my first day back at home eating junk food and hanging out in front of the TV in the living room. But after one day I had already enough of it. It just was too boring. And maybe too unproductive for my meanwhile grown up mindset.
So on the upcoming day I got myself some interesting books and moved out into the backyard. There in the the shadow of huge old oak tree I build up my camp. I hung out there reading, listening to music and watching some clouds moving across the sky. It was nothing but relaxing. I spent a couple of day that way. I began to relax and my mind cleared.
Then one day out of the blue, during a work day, when my parents weren’t at home someone knocked at the front door. I just had visited the bathroom so I was able to hear the knocking. I wondered how it would be, so I opened up the door.
It was my mom’s best friend. An about fifty five year old woman I called auntie back then. She had a huge smile on her face. She told me that she was bored and that she was curious about me. So she decided to give it a try, to drop in and say hi.
And saying hi she did. She asked me a couple of questions, I asked her a couple of questions and we had an engaging conversation up and running. The ice between the two of us broke fast. And we seemed to have something to talk about.
About fifteen minutes later we were hanging out in the backyard with each other. We enjoyed some tasty burned bean juice while we talked and watched the clouds moving across a perfect summer sky. Time flew by and in the middle of the afternoon she excused herself. She had to attend to go back home. She had an online meeting scheduled. But we promised each other to hang out again as soon as anyhow possible.
Two days later she showed up again. She spent some time with me in my backyard vacation camp. This time she showed up in the middle of the morning. She staid until noon. So I made some dinner for the two of us: Hamburgers made on a coal fired grill. Enough of them to feed an army. And dad when he would come back from work.
While eating my mom’s best friend and I talked about our previous relationships. No clue how we made it to that topic, but it happened. We both hadn’t had the best experiences yet. And we both got the confirmation that the other one was single. Smiles appeared on each face once this fact came out. But nothing happened on that day.
During weekend my mom hung out with her best friend. They had some chit chat with coffee on the deck in the backyard. Far enough away from my summer camp for me not able to be listening in on them. But close enough for my mom’s best friend to show off her body for me. And damn it, I struggled to stay focused on my reading. She was a huge and more than just welcome distraction.
When she caught me staring at her, she always smiled back. She practically sent me an invitation to keep on staring at her. An invitation I accepted. I was checking her out at every possibility from that day on. And believe me, there were many of those.
On our next get together in my parent’s backyard during Monday afternoon things got hotter. At first she was wearing a more than just revealing summer dress while chilling next to me. I really had to concentrate to keep on reading my book. While she was showing off her body and probably pretending to get some work done.
After we had dinner together, during which my eyes stuck to her cleavage, especially when she was bending over, my mom’s best friend upped the game once more. She asked me if it was okay for me when she got out of her summer dress and would continue hanging out in her bikini.
Needless to say, I was okay with her doing. From the moment on her dress touched the ground I had to I had to hide my boner. Now my eyes were fixed to her hot and curvy body. I wanted her. Horny was in full swing, but still something was holding me back. It was some stupid bullshit like you don’t fuck your mom’s best friend.
My mom’s best friend looked a little bit disappointed when she left that day, but luckily she wasn’t one that was into giving up. She clearly wanted me. So she kept on going. She probably already was thinking about was to turn me on even further when she left the backyard on that day.
But then the weather turned sour for two days. No hanging out in the backyard, so no mom’s best friend that kept me company. I hung out inside, doing a lot of cleaning and cooking. It had been the two most productive days since I quit my job.
On Thursday the bad weather luckily was gone. So it was backyard time once more. And surprise, my mom’s hot friend, who actually was just living down the road, showed up again. Once more she was wearing a hot summer dress and a huge smile on her face. She was up to something. And I was curious what it was.
The morning went as the usual. Hanging out, reading, working and then having dinner together. After dinner she got out of her dress again, but this time she asked something from me: “Can you put some sun cream on my body? There just are some spots I can’t reach.”
Seconds later I was rubbing sun lotion on her skin. All over her body. With a hard one between my legs. With my horny levels on the rise. The moment she asked me to put some on her boobs, I lost it. She had one. I threw all my second thoughts over board, I kept on playing with her damn hot boobs.
A smile appeared on her face when she realized that she had me. Then she made me climb off her, then she took my hand and led me inside the house. In the house we went upstairs and straight into my parents bedroom. She seemed to know the way more than well. And I wanted her, really wanted her, I didn’t gave a damn about where I would fuck her.
Not even ten seconds after we had entered the room we were laying on the bed and our clothes were scattered on the floor next to it. Our hands were all over each other’s bodies while we shared one passionate kiss after the other.
More and more tension was building up. It didn’t took long and she opened her legs for me. Moments later my rock hard dick was pressing against her pussy. Then my dick went inside her. A couple of moans escaped her throat when it happened.
I fucked her gentle in the beginning while we still shared one passionate kiss after the other. But my inner animal was ready to take over. I let it take over. I just let go and so did she.
One hard and deep thrust followed the other. The kissing had stopped. Her hands were holding on to my back. We both slowly but steadily lost ourselves. We drifted off until all that mattered was the sensation of my hard dick sliding in and out of her wet pussy.
While our moaning was filling the room, while sweat was running down each others bodies I fucked us towards an orgasm. One thrust followed the other. Her fingers buried themselves into my back. She was getting closer. So was I. My aching balls were ready to dumb their load.
And then, one last hard and deep thrust. One last in and out. Boom, I came. My balls unloaded themselves inside her pussy. She came with me. Her hands fell of my back, the moaning stopped and our bodies were trembling a little bit.
I collapsed on the bed next to her. I was regaining my breath so was she. It took some time until we were ourselves again. Once we were our eyes met. We looked each other in the eyes for some time before we shared a few gentle kisses and kept on cuddling for some time.
Fucking her was awesome, but being close to her, felt even a little bit better. I was falling for her back then. But unfortunately nothing lasts forever and my mom’s best friend had to leave. So we got dressed again and she was thinking out loud while doing so: “It’s been a while since someone fucked me in here.”
I was listening but I put not much thinking into what she had said back then. I was more concerned about cleaning up the room, making it look like nothing had happened in it. I might have had a little anxiety attack when post nut clarity hit in: Have I really fucked my mom’s best friend in my parents bedroom?
She realized what was going on with me. She told me that everything will be fine. Then she kissed me goodbye: “I am so sorry, but I have to leave. Work meeting. But I will be with you again tomorrow. Promised.”
Then she left me cleaning up the room, making it looking like nothing had happened. Once I was done I went back into the backyard. With a satisfied expression and a huge smile on my face. While thinking about the awesome sex I just had. While thinking about what an awesome woman she was. And probably while thinking about one of the last few words my mom’s best friend had said to me: She had sex in my parent’s bedroom before?
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[S/S] The Sisters Grimm: Dinner and a Strapon (Update 22)
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Firstly, I forgot to make this continuing announcement last update but I'm preparing a Q&A for my profile page, hopefully it'll be up before Update 25 or so. Just letting you know!
Disclaimer(s): Trigger warning - this story features themes of BDSM, objectification, being used, and play-fighting. As always, everything is done within our comfort zones. This is a fetish for us, and we have well-established rules of consent based around these events including safewords and actions. I would like to stress that neither myself nor my sister would *ever* purposefully do something with the intent of harming one another. As Mom taught us, the key to any successful long-term relationship is simple: keep the fights clean and the sex dirty.
Our names are Marina (31 - author, narrator) and Alexa (30 - was likely kidnapped by the Institute and replaced with a synth). Yes, we are real sisters. No, we do **not** want your dick pics.
**All sexual acts were performed by fully consenting adults aged 18+. Remember, consent is sexy.**
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It's been a fairly hard last couple of days for me, nothing specifically going on or anything untoward happening. It's just one of those times where you wake up and you're not feeling it. It's slightly intimidating for me to get up in the morning after having a fantastic lesbian foursome the previous weekend and feel absolutely nothing but them's the breaks.
Yesterday, I took a lovely drive to clear up my head a bit. Admittedly, driving's always been one of my favorite forms of self-therapy. Last time I saw a therapist was several years ago, though one might not go amiss these days. I am actually genuinely curious as to how a therapist would react when I (someone with an MS in the field) confess that I'm happily in a long-term relationship with my biological sibling. I can imagine many, many scribbles on a notepad. Not that I have anything against therapists, of course, I'm just making a joke.
I got home at around dinnertime. And God bless my sister for doing the dishes and putting something on the stove. I was really not feeling it, admittedly; like I said, I go for long drives to reflect and consolidate my emotions. Driving is my escape; I feel like everyone needs something constructive like that for themselves. Whether it's art, music, gaming, or in my case, window-shopping at dealerships. Yes, I'm in the market, but that's another story.
That said, both of us had our ups and downs for these past couple weeks, I think, and it'd be irresponsible of me to just dump everything on Alexa. No, nothing bad happened, and I don't need advice or someone to cry to -- clinical depression can strike at any time, and nothing can be done about it. You just have to learn and understand your individual triggers and find positive coping mechanisms, which I learned mostly through trial and error. Like driving, for example. So I came home in better spirits than when I left, for sure.
First thing I did when I got home, other than compliment the lovely smell, was hop onto the Xbox. Thanks in no small part to my sister getting me into the game, I decided to try out some MS Flight Sim again and see if I can get the hang of operating this ***FUCKING!!!!*** Airbus A310-300. Ultimately, I simply gave up and flicked on some Prime instead.
Okay minor rant, I finally figured out how to program a flight plan into this mechanical asshole. It took me an hour and a half the following morning. Fuck that, I'm going back to my 747 where it's safe. Boeing is love, Boeing is life. End rant.
"What're you making, hun?" I couldn't help but ask her, and to my delight it was some lovely chicken cutlets, fantastic stuff. We popped on a shitty horror B-movie, for the life of me I can't remember the title but it had Nicholas Cage in it (yeah, like that narrows it down at all) and ate some fantastic food together, not a bad way to end an otherwise somewhat crappy day for me. The movie went by fairly uneventfully, although our conversation turned quite sour and irritating by the end of it.
"I know you saw someone, who was it?" Alexa asked again for the millionth time.
"Oh my God, I said 'no' you imbecile," I fired back.
"Hey, I'm just trying to be the jealous housewife," she teased, collecting both of our emptied plates and heading over to the sink, "You know, all 'hey, what were *you* doing out so late,' kinda thing, heh."
"I'm really not in the mood, alright?" I lashed out again, "Can you just leave it alone?"
"Aw," Alexa kept pressing, "Who is he? Is he hot? I bet he's hot. Wait, is it a guy or girl?"
"I said *no*, God," I rested my head back on the couch and sighed out in pure frustration and contempt, "And to think this woman's my girlfriend..."
"Sorry, what was that?" my sister shot back, placing both hands on the edge of the couch and leaning down with this glare on her face, "Because to me it sounds like *someone* just said they don't want any action tonight."
"Oh for the *love of*\-" I started before I decide that discretion is the better part of valor in this case, "Hah, *fine*... I'm sorry."
"Aw, you can beg better than that," she continued pestering.
"Oh fuck you!"
"Well *hey now*," she snidely remarked before heading back over to the kitchen to grab a drink. I couldn't help but notice how her ass looked in those baggy yoga pants. Not to mention her legs. As she walked, she put a little more sway into her hips; she *knew* I was looking at her.
Yup. I *had* to tease her back, obviously.
I got up and went over to her before she could even put her cup down and gave her a massive hug from behind, placing my head on her left shoulder and breathing out. "God, I'm tired..." I sighed. Admittedly *that* part was honesty. I needed the company. And I needed my sister's warmth.
"Yeah, I know, honey," she leaned her head against mine and put the cup down.
"But yeah, you were right," I muttered in her ear.
"Oh? About what?"
"I've been seeing someone on the side..."
"Hah!" she laughed, "And who is this mystery person?"
"It's funny, actually," I grinned, spinning her around and pressing her into the kitchen counter. Her plump ass squished against the countertop and I put both hands on either side of her, effectively trapping her in my horny little cage. Not that she needed any encouragement, judging by her sly little smile and hungry puppy-dog eyes. "I've been looking for a long time for this house but I finally found it after 3 hours of driving. Rumor has it there's some gorgeous looking woman living there."
"Oh yeah?" she mused, "What does she look like?"
"Ah, see, words don't do it justice," I started petting her shoulder a bit, "She's this tall blonde woman, with an absolutely *stunning* body, great looking face..."
"Hm? Anything else?" she licked her lips.
"Oh yeah, she's got a great body, but my *God* is she an irritating little shit-"
"*Hah!* I *knew* it!" she raised her hands and playfully slapped me on the cheek, laughing and squeezing my shoulders and jerking my body around, "I'm gonna *kill* you one of these days, I swear!" I swatted her hands away, which only aggravated her more as she and I fought over control of our flailing arms. "Oh my God, stop!" I shouted, closely followed by my sister shouting, "Hah, you wish!"
We both laughed hysterically, teasing each other until I finally managed to get the upper hand, flipping her around and restraining her arms. "Yeah, I know how much you like *this* position," I tried to say between my giggles as I licked her cheek from behind and nibbled on her ear. Still laughing, of course. I could barely even maintain tension on her ear and gave up. She seized the opportunity of my lapse of concentration to try to turn the tables on me, wrestling for control. Though again, I managed to subdue her wriggling, laughing self by tickling her sides. Finally, however, she managed to spin around and this time went in for a kiss. But I backed away, still teasing her.
"Oh my *God*, just *kiss me* already!" my sister begged and pleaded, licking my face with her fully-extended tongue. But I remained firm. I am the *elder*. It's my job to instil in her a sense of virtue, propriety, conservative sexual values and-- yeah, fuck it, I can't even *write* this absolute bullshit with a straight face. Look, the truth is that as soon as her tongue touched my lips, my tongue just impulsively shot out like a fucking torpedo and intercepted hers, okay? Are you happy? (I sure as Hell was.)
Alexa wrapped one leg around me, then clamored up onto the counter and wrapped the other one, trapping me as our tongues had their ways with one another, loosely dripping our saliva onto our shirts like a couple of slobbering savages. I absolutely *love* it when she moans as she kisses me, I can feel the vibrations of her voice against my lips and tongue, especially when she sucks on it, it's *so* hot.
I lifted up her hoodie and to absolutely no one's surprise, her nipples stood like prominent watchtowers on hilltops, begging for attention, to which I was more than happy to oblige, of course. My sister moaned with delight as I squeezed her absolutely phenomenal D-cups. Still incredibly happy that we got those matching implants and piercings, worth every penny if you ask me.
Likewise, she lowered her legs a bit to give her hands access to my ass as she spanked and squeezed as well, causing me to perk up a little with pleasure. "God, you're wearing too much," she sighed as she glanced down at my low-rise bootcut jeans, her fingers teasing my red thong's straps poking out the top. The only time I ever really wear panties (other than as part of a lingerie set) is when I'm wearing jeans, because the abrasiveness bothers me otherwise. Normally I don't wear underwear because I find them constrictive and uncomfortable, and a pain in the neck to keep constantly adjusting.
Of course, the layers didn't stop her from grabbing and squeezing my pussy on the outside of my pants, causing my brain to suddenly stop working for a couple seconds before I came back to my senses. My sister's legs were spread out wide, but I parted them even more and shuffled her closer to me, elicing that lovely grin from her as I bent down and continued making out. She quickly and expertly unbuttoned my jeans with one hand, shooting her fingers down -- unsurprisingly, I was already plenty wet from her constant teasing and tongue-sucking.
Likewise, it didn't take much coaxing before she helped me right out of my pink long-sleeve shirt, although my nipples were about ready to pop out on their own anyway, judging from the visible indents they were making. I couldn't even get my shirt all the way off before she was sucking them, simply choosing to leave the shirt bloused over my exposed tits as her tongue flicked and danced against each nipple in turn. She's always careful to give each of them equal attention, of course, just like I do with hers. I'm such a good role model.
"Hang on, wait wait wait," she suddenly stopped, "Let me go get something real quick." *Oh boy*, I thought to myself. I let her go and took a seat on the couch, stripping out of my jeans but leaving the thong and shirt in place, along with my comfy woolen socks because the floor's cold. It didn't take long, only about 3 or 4 minutes, before the door opened back up behind me.
Funnily enough, her face wasn't the first thing I noticed. It was the \~9-inch monstrosity of a cock which immediately caught my gaze, a thick, shiny, pure-black unit connected to one of our leather strapons. "Uh- Oh my," I stammered, "I don't remember that one."
"I ordered it for Valentine's Day but it came late," my sister pouted, walking over to me with the massive member swinging freely and prominently in front of her, "You like it?"
"Okay, you put that thing inside me *right now*," I demanded as she walked around the couch and stared down at me. I felt so small and vulnerable under the shadow of my awesomely powerful queen of a sister, the strapon's eternal gaze looking directly at my eyes. It was marvelous. Easily wide enough to prevent me from wrapping my full hand around it. And my sister and I are very tall by women's standards, so that's saying something.
"Oh? Is that an order?" she grinned, her naked body so disgustingly hot.
I didn't say anything more, I just spread my legs and tugged at the humungous plastic obelisk, bringing my sister down to my level. It didn't take us long before we ended up on the floor, with Alexa practically ripping my thong off and me going full spread-eagle, wet and seething with anticipation. I wanted her to fuck me *so* badly.
After guiding the Black Ballistic Missile into its silo, she wasted absolutely no time. She knew my pussy inside and out. She knew I could take the whole thing, and that's exactly what she gave with one big, massive thrust. I squeezed my pussy so tightly against the cock that I threatened to confiscate it from the strapon's connecting point; we had to double-check several times to make sure it wasn't about to fly off. My loud, incessant moaning and sucking her waggling tongue elicited many cute little noises from my sister as well as she merrily bounced. We're both well-practiced strapon users, and in my opinion it's an excellent way to keep up one's pelvic and core muscle strength. A great morning or evening workout routine. And fun for the whole family!
She fucked me good, hard, and proper, the mammoth cock easily rivaling -- though not exceeding -- her fist in terms of sheer horsepower. Still, tell that to my orgasm. I shouted and shook and squirmed under her, violently shooting my juices all over the floor and our legs. After about a minute's worth of climax, my sister got up, the cock leaving my pussy's quivering grip with a satisfying \**pop*\*, and left me there in a pile of my juices like the slutty little deviant whore I am.
After fully recovering from my high, I got up and noticed her taking it off. "Oh, is it my turn?" I asked her, which admittedly was a rhetorical question, and gave her a kiss filled with my cum juices. She moaned with delight at the taste -- we're good cleaners, we make sure to get every last drop we can, of course.
After another long makeout session, I retrieved the strapon and clipped it on. Meanwhile, my sister's already on the couch, her pussy spread wide-open and positively dripping. She was already sweating from the workout, but I'm sure I can dehydrate her even more with a little effort...
Wordlessly and dominantly, I grabbed her by the hips, turned her around, and presented her ass before me. I could visibly see her asshole puckering slightly as I spread her cheeks open, and licked from her pussy all the way up, teasing her with a penetrating rimjob. My cute, innocent little sister was so helplessly horny under my sway. She and I both absolutely love the feeling of being someone's fucktoy, being used, and just as quickly discarded like a personal cum dumpster.
I gave her a couple little spanks as well, getting her beautiful ass all nice and red, eliciting more of her beautifully cute little noises. I gave her more bites and scratches as well, raking her back and teasing her pussy relentlessly the whole time. Eventually, I could tell she was ready. So I took her and shoved her face down onto the pillow of the couch, manhandling her ass to present both holes to me equally as prominently.
Of course, that doesn't stop consent from being relevant. So I asked her first, "Which hole," with a dominant tone that made her pussy quiver and quake.
"I don't care, just *put it in me already!"* she begged and cried.
"Say you want it," I demanded.
"God yes, I want it!" she squeezed the couch cushion and breathed heavily, her whole body quivering and shaking.
"Say it like you mean it," I urged, "Say you want your big sister to make you her bitch."
"Oh my God, *please*," she begged, "Please, I want it *so bad*..." She was so turned on at this point that she was practically tearing up. I teased her pussy with the unbending, unflinching cock and visibly saw the shivers it sent up her spine. *Pussy it is, then*, I thought to myself.
She threw herself into reverse gear as soon as she felt the cock penetrate and flung herself backwards, taking the entire thing right up to the hilt with a loud, banshee-like yelp. "God, yes!" she screamed as I pounded and dominated her precious little pussy, utterly ruining any semblance of innocence left over. "Harder, Mommy! Harder!" she screamed, bit of a Freudian slip there, which elicited a hint of laughter from both of us as I paused and just processed what she'd said for a second before immediately resuming my relentless onslaught of fucking.
"Oh, am I your Mommy now?" I asked her.
"God yes, keep going, Mommy!" she shouted with renewed vigor, completely giving into her primal urges. With each and every thrust, she cried out in pure, unbridled pleasure, her pussy gripping in exactly the same manner as mine does.
For some reason, I just find it the hottest fucking thing ever that our pussies are so closely alike that no one can tell the difference. We're not identical twins or anything, of course, it's just this happy little coincidence and for some reason is just so amazingly hot to me. No idea why.
"Yes, harder!" she kept shouting, "Keep going, please!!"
"Please *what*?" I asked her, slowing down in response.
"*Please, Mommy!!*" she corrected herself in her absolute blind horny rage.
"That's my good little toy," I grinned, and turned the dial up to 11. I went as fast as I dared, though she made up the difference with more speed of her own, pounding her pussy back until it bottomed out.
"Oh my God, yes, Mommy, yes, *yes!!!*" she screamed and shook as her pussy tightened, the friction getting to be too great. At this point we were just rhythmically grinding, our bodies running on pure, undiluted horny and adrenaline. I felt like I could cum just from watching this spectacle.
Of course, exactly like me, she squirted with the vigor and intensity befitting any good little sister of mine, collapsing into a pile of meat on the couch. "God... that... was... great..." she mouthed in between breaths as she collected herself. I eagerly collected my prize from her drenched little kitty, turning over her limp naked body and dripping a nice, big wad of cum right into her mouth. Her tongue waggled and bent so as to say, "Here, feed me here!" and I happily obliged, giving her a loving mouthful like a bird feeding her young, before coming in for a long, wet, sloppy kiss.
It was a hell of a workout, admittedly, and we're in our 30s now, so we're not as energetic as we were 10 years ago. So after all that, I took off the strapon and we both collapsed on top of one another, the glistening wet cock stood on the coffee table as a monument to our sluttiness, and fell asleep in each other's arms.
Overall, an excellent way to end an otherwise iffy day if you ask me.
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Wanting……. (Oral, 40M,40F)
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Wanting, it is what starts every great sexcapade. I watch him each day. I catch him watching me. I want to know what he is thinking. I want to know what it would feel like to have his hands cup my breast. To feel his tongue tease my nipples before sucking on them. To have his hands run up and down my back, to have his him slide between my thighs and lick me from knee to clit. I want to know what sounds he makes if I slide my hand in his jeans and massage his shaft. To get on my knees and show his cock the appreciation it deserves. I want to see how our bodies fit together as he slides inside of me. I want to feel him touching every part of me inside and out. We cut up, joke around, and make lots of dirty jokes and implications. Finally I get up the nerve and corner him in the file room. I mostly close the door behind me, open enough to hear of someone is coming. I push him back agains the filing cabinet and run my hand over his jeans. Feeling what I have been wanting for forever. He only slightly hesitates. Then he runs his hand over my breast. I unzip his pants to get a better feel. He is soft and smooth. As I stroke him he starts to stiffen in my hand. As he gets harder he starts to roll my nipple between his fingers. He dips his head down and sucks my ear lobe into his mouth. I can feel my flesh heat turning red as he nips and sucks my ear. He kisses down my neck, all while I stroke him. He is the perfect size. I want to taste him to feel him explode in my mouth. I unbutton his pants and free him, I slide down to my knees. Licking just the tip. When he slightly moans I slide my tongue down his hard shaft. I tease him with my tongue for a few minutes before sliding his cock in my mouth. I roll my tongue so it cradles his cock as I slide up and down, sucking gently with each stroke. He stiffens more as continue to fuck him with my mouth. I move my hand to cradle his balls as I suck him. I pull back and slide my tongue down his cock so I can lick his balls while I stroke him with my hand. Sucking each one gently. Then I move back up to the tip to finish him off. He is moaning with each stroke of my mouth. He moves his hands to my hair, now he is controlling the motion, fucking my mouth at the pace that will make him explode. I taste the fist drops of precum. I know he is close. I let him fuck my mouth and I swallow every drop from his perfect cock, refusing to stop until I have it all. Once I have it all I lick him clean and then slide up as he has quivers from his release. I put him all back together and slip from the file room. Still wanting to feel him inside me. Leaving me wanting. Until I corner him again.
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[Cm/Cf] My (20 f) Cousin wants to start an onlyfans (Update 11)
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(Part 1)
Hannah stood there in the doorway, a smile garnished on her face, waving at Abby and her roomates. She walked over to them and gave them all a big hug.
My face went bright red and I dashed my view back to Daisy, shaking my head from looking at my sister to Hannah.
"Why didn't you tell me?", I said, my confusion and potential anger taking over. At the time, I was filled with an incredible amount of fear. I don't know what it was, but the fact that earlier that day she sent me naked photos, and now seeing her in the flesh, even though I had grown up with her, seemed unreal, a taboo feeling surrounding myself.
She seemed to converse with Abby and co for ages, it gave me a bit of time to talk to Daisy, and ask her why she was invited. I was at first hesitant to ask why, in order to not arrise suspicion, but at this point, I was sure that she was already aware of what could potentially going on.
I was sure in the moment, Daisy inviting Hannah had purely innocent intentions, but it had turned out that after Daisy had spoken to Hannah about her "boy problems", and she saw this as a good oppertunity to get away from her day to day life, and maybe have a nice night out.
Turns out, this hadn't been communicated with Abby, but it appeared that Abby was in the know about these "boy problems", further to that of the conversation in the car, and was pleasently surprised to see her, exchanging a chorus of hugs and laughs.
Eventually, I coughed up the confidence to pick up my drink from behind me and I linked arms with Daisy, which she absolutely HATES. Even her and sam refuse to link arms. Both of us have no idea why, but I found it amusing because Daisy absolutely hates making a public appearance of herself displaying any emotion other than that of happiness and politeness.
Seeing my arm come through her's, she shuffled herself slightly and I smiled at her, knowing her discomfort, but being siblings, this was something never out of the ordinary, and we seeked multiple different ways of making each other annoyed. Even if we were young adults now.
We started walking over to the small group of chatty girls ahead of us and we caught the attention of Hannah, she squeeled slightly and ran over to us as best as she could in her evidentally annoying high heels. We smiled down at this, noticing a discomfort in her walk.
We both looked at each other and raised an eyebrow, when we noticed one of her heel supports snap under her weight and she came hurtling towards us. Abby yelped and cursed, while me and Daisy threw ourselves towards her, our arms outstretched in an effort to catch our flying roomate.
Daisy leaned slightly off kilter which meant that she was out of the running to catch Hannah, which left only me. I grabbed onto her shoulder and supported her chest underneath my arm. I managed to hold up her weight and bring her to a chair to sit her down. "Good to see you?", I said to her, trying to be the first to make conversation out of this.
She looked confused at me, almost as if she didn't know where she was. Everyone rushed over in order to aid Hannah and check if she was okay. I left the girls to deal with this as my medical background goes as far as putting a band aid on my finger I cut last week.
Hannah was all good, but her heels were not much to be desired now. She attempted to stand up, but the clear lack of stability and change in height on one side was proving to be too much. Abby had brought a spare pair of trainers with her, incase her feet got sore. So Hannah graciously took the oppertunity to wear them, albeit not complementing her outfit as much as the heels did.
Eventually we went back to our partying, and I got a chance to speak to Hannah.
Walking up to her, I took note of her half piece that she was wearing, it looked stunning. It had a lace up top, which complimented her cleavage nicely, alongside some bottoms, which were tight to her skin, leaving a gap around her stomach and large parts of her back. I came up behind her and tapped her on the shoulder.
She turned around and gave me a big hug. "Thank you for saving my life! I haven't even had a sip of alcohol yet and i'm already all over the place!", she said ecstatically. Although, I did notice a slight hint of awkwardness in her voice, she seemed nervous. As was I.
"It's nothing". I replied, "You're okay though, right?". A slight hickup came through when I was speaking to her.
She took a while, clearly thinking to myself.
"I don't want things to be awkward", she said, finally after a moment of thought.
I knew exactly what she was talking about, but I wanted to act as if something hadn't happened. I still hadn't replied to her second photo that she had sent me, and at that moment I was so glad I hadn't, as I could remain somewhat innocent about the whole ordeal.
I hadn't prepared for what she said, so I decided to just be me in that situation, and as we were a little bit away from everyone, and the incredibly loud music, I was sure that my voice wouldn't travel to any ears that didn't need to hear.
"It won't be, let's just have a nice night, and we can talk about it another night?", I said to her, smiling and placing my hand on her shoulder, in an effort to show affection.
She looked down at her shoes and chuckled, "I wouldn't expect anything other from Abby", she said sweetly, commenting on her trainers, blushing.
I chuckled back at her, agreeing about Abby's poor choice of shoes has always been a running joke, she will purchase some old nike trainers and use them for a good 5-6 years.
"Do you want a drink? You can't go the entire night without drinking", I chuckled to her, ushering her to the bar. I turned back at Daisy and she smiled sweetly at me, maybe she had done this on purpose. We will never know I guess.
I leaned over the bar and asked what Hannah wanted. "We have a big bar tab all setup, so get what ever you want" I said to her, smiling and winking at her, nodding towardst he liquers on the back shelf.
I suddenly thought to myself how Hannah would get home, we were well over an hour away, and a taxi would cost in excess of $100 easily. I asked her where she was staying and she told me she didn't know.
I thought to myself and had the eureka moment that she could stay at Abby's flat. There was plenty of room in the lounge, and Abby has about 50 different pillows and blankets in her room, she would have plenty.
"What would you reccomend?", Hannah asked me, I thought to myself, it felt wrong saying that she could stay at Abby's, she hadn't been invited to the party because she wanted family and her roomates only. But, judging by her reaction when Hannah came, I was sure that she was more than welcome.
"Let's get you started on something light", I said, winking at her. We had access to a portion of the bar to make our own drinks, which is often never a good thing, but I decided to be Hannah's dedicated bar-man of the night. It was the gentlemanly thing to do.
She stared at me, her chin resting lightly on her hand as she lent over the bar, watching me intently. I got her one of the bars finest rums and acompanied it with some coca-cola out of the little faucet like contraption that poured out 10 different drinks. I looked up at her when I was measuring the shot amounts in the drink. She looked at me and nodded as I poured a double shot.
She seemed disatisfied, and nodded her head forward. I knew she liked a strong drink, but damn she wasn't messing around. I poured another single and topped it up with cola. Stirred it slightly and handed it to her. I poured myself a similair concuntion, and by god was it strong.
We talked at the bar for ages, just asking how we were, what Hannah thought of the venue etc. I glanced over at Abby, who was dancing with her roomates. They had frequently topped themselves up at the bar, and the effects were showing. Abby looked back at me and ushered me to the dance floor. I hesitated, as I was enjoying the time talking to Hannah as we started to loosened ourselves with alcohol.
I shook my head, but Abby wasn't having any of it. She danced her way to the bar and took me by the hand. I looked back at Hannah and she nodded me on, pulling me up off my chair with Abby. I was trapped. With nowhere to go, and a stomach full of rum+coke, I had no choice. I started to dance with Abby's roomate, as the music started to turn from dance music, to more popular pop songs. We sang along to some songs that played, me pretending to know the lyrics and bouncing off Abby's roomate.
I turned around to see Abby dancing on her own, which I was not going to let stand. I took my drink back in hand before waltzing my way over to her.
We started singing our hearts out to uptown funk and other songs which I've only heard once or twice online, but somehow picked up the lyrics. Being closer to Abby, I was able to get a closer look of the incredible figure that I had explored earlier that day, and I wasn't afraid to hide it. She caught wind of this and blew in my face, I saw her mouthing "my eyes are up here", or something similair, but she had caught me in the act. And I didn't care.
We kept dancing together when Daisy started a little dance circle and everyone took turns to display their drunken moves to the crowd. Best to say that mine wasn't exactly impressive, but at the time, they seemed cool. I think. During this little dance circle, Hannah showed off her dance moves, she decided that now would be a great time to start her sixth grade dance recital, pulling what seemed to be impossible moves. The icing on the cake was an attempt at the splits, which was fuelled by a chorus of cheers and whoops from everyone.
When Hannah went down to do the splits, she thrusted her right leg forward, and her left leg mirrored such, with her entire body dropping to the floor. We all thought this was the coolest damn thing we had ever seen, cheering her on and helping her get back up. It was only when I was supporting under her armpit when I noticed she had a gigantic rip, all down the backside of her trousers.
At the time, nobody had noticed, and seemingly neither did Hannah, her movement and cheerful smile showing this. My eyes went incredibly wide, as I attempted to bring the attention of Hannah to her extreme wardrobe malfunction, but her little drunken self didn't seem to care.
Eventually, the dance circle dispersed and Hannah excused herself to the toilet, and I quickly followed in suit. I looked behind me as we both went around the corner towards the bathroom.
"Hey, uh Hey Hannah!", I shouted behind her, she turned around, and the bottom part of her trousers flicked alongside her hip, her expression that of surprise and confusion.
"Your uh, your dress has ripped", I said to her, slightly out of breath from the two second run I did to catch up to her. She looked at me confused and turned to look at her behind. Seeing her ripped trousers, which exposed her thin panties, she looked up at me bright red.
"Shit shit shit oh my god", she said, panicking and trying to hold them together.
I walked up to her and offered any assitance that I could, coming to the side of her. I expected her to be hesitant, but she let me come close to her and I offered my hand to hold the torn fabric. "This isn't my dress, I borrowed it off Daisy", she said to me, looking up, holding her fabric closed behind her. "I took it out of her closet, she's going to be so pissed with me". She said, tears starting to form in her eyes.
Seeing her immediate discomfort, I embraced her, and assured her that she was going to be absolutely fine. Sniffing into my shoulder, she took her hand off her torn trousers and hugged me.
I pulled back and assessed the damage. As much as I didn't mind the view, Hannah was upset, and it was my job as a friend, to assist her. I took hold of the loose fabric, looking at her, "Is it okay if-", and before I could finish my sentence she nodded at me and said it was okay.
My heartrate suddenly increasing, I took hold of the soft fabric and pulled it over her pretty much bare ass. It was radiating warmth, and seeing it up this close was surreal. Hannah didn't seem fazed by this, and I didn't want to make a scene of something that was upsetting her, so I pulled the torn trousers towards the other side, which was also torn from the middle seam. I tried to pull them closer, rubbing the back of my hand against her bare cheeks, trying my absolute best not to release the fabric and grabbing her perfectly shaped, soft ass.
She looked back at me, and noticed my attention to detail in assessing the damage. I noticed this in the corner of my eye, as Hannah checked the corner where we had come around to go to the bathrooms.
She looked back at me again and ushered my hands off the fabric, holding my arm and looking back at the corner. "It's fucked Alex, I can't-", she stopped herself and tried one more time to affix the breakage in her lower area. She hadn't had much luck in her clothing today.
With no positive result, she sighed. Looking up at me. "What do I do? I can't go back out there with my ass showing?!" she said, in desparation. I thought to myself and realised all the girls had brought some clothes to wear incase the bar closed and we wanted to do other stuff after the night, mainly jeans, hoodies and warm clothes.
"There are some spare clothes in the back of my car, I can grab them if you want?", I said, smiling softly at Hannah. Trying to offer any help to her that I could.
Hannah didn't think for half a second before she pulled the fabric together and held it in place, turning to my side. She sniffled slightly, and rubbed her nose with her free hand. "Where are you parked?", she asked, sweetly. I told her that I was just in the car park and I could quickly run out to grab some stuff if she wanted to wait in the bathroom.
She thought to herself for a quick second before shaking her head at me. "I don't want the other girls to think there's a problem, i'll come out with you", she said, rubbing her nose again and nodding towards the exit towards the corner.
I didn't see an issue with this and I lead her to the door, her back facing the door whilst I walked over to Abby, quickly trying to get her attention. She was pre-occupied dancing away to some more pop music, and getting her attention was difficult, but eventually I managed to get through to her.
I shouted at her that I was going to get Hannah some warm clothes as she was "cold", and that i'd be back in a couple of minutes. She nodded happily, then went back to her impressive drunk dancing. Daisy on the other hand, wasn't buying my story. She came up to my ear and asked if she was okay, as she saw her go to the toilet a couple of moments ago.
I assured her that she was just cold, and she asked me to unlock the car for her. This seemed to work, as she gave me the "sibling nod", and went back to the miniature dance circle that was emerging with the four girls.
I walked over towards the exit where I met a shivering Hannah, to be fair to her, it was probably 30 degrees outside. I took her purse and she continued to hold the fabric together as we headed towards the car. I opened the trunk of my car and pulled out a duffel bag containing a various number of clothing materials. I pulled out what I thought would be an appropriate pair of jeans and handed them to Hannah. She looked around and turned her back to my car.
Where I was parked, there was a wall to the right of my car, and a wall infront of the car, so Hannah had ample privacy to get changed.
"Alex, Can you hold this for me?", Hannah said, handing me back the jeans. I walked around to the right of my car to see the fabric no longer being held by her, but it hanging loose, with her ass now even more on show. her figure was excellently accentuated with the lack of clothing towards her rear.
I caught myself staring, as she rolled up the rest of the fabric and removed it right infront of me. She had goosebumps all over her bare legs from presumably the cold weather. I noticed my breathing becoming longer and harder, whilst I stared. Hannah looked back up at me, but my vision was fixated on what was infront of me. She held out a hand for the jeans, but lowered it to her hips, raising an eyebrow at me.
"Are you going to give me the jeans, or just stare?" Hannah said, breaking my stare. I shook my head slightly, suddenly feeling the cold air, goosebumps formed on my skin and my face soon garnished the hue of a plum tomato.
I reluctantly handed her the jeans whilst she changed into some jeans. There was a loose part of her string top that was being held in the jeans that was attatched to her upper shoulder which she couldn't reach, seeing her discomfort, I walked up to her and offered to help. "No, no, I think i've got it", she said, stumbling slightly under her own footing. I caught her by the shoulders, "let me get it", I said, pulling the fabric from her jeans, which received a slightly yelp from her, as her panties rose up on the right hand side.
Hannah didn't ammend this, and chose to stand there, with her back to me. I froze there and then, and my body went into autopilot. I reached over to her jean lining and tucked her panty lining back under her jeans as she turned around, smiling.
"Thanks for your help tonight Alex, you're a life saver". She said, leaning up against my car and looking at me. I said it was no trouble at all, and that it was an incredibly pleasant surprise that she was here.
A sudden build up in confidence grew in me, as we stood in a brief silence together. "You looked incredible in that dress, Hannah". I instantly regretted saying this, trying to stop myself from blushing yet again, but to no avail. She smiled, and licked her bottom lip slightly. She didn't reply to this, and pushed herself up slightly from the car.
She came within about 3-4 feet of me, and looked me dead in my pupils. Looking down at my chest she bit her lip ever so slightly, looking to her right to the vacant car spot. "I hope you thought the same way to the photos I sent you earlier", she said, smirking. Before I could reply, I found her hands on my shoulders, her perfectly white teeth on show, and her delicious perfume lingering. My arms stood to attention to the side, refusing to move.
Before I could reply, move or do anything, Hannah's lips guided their way to mine. We held a long embrace for a good five seconds before we both pulled back and looked at each other, smiling. My arms suddenly kicking themselves back into action, as I pulled her close, my hands on her shoulders as our lips met again, this time with more lust and action.
Our tongues eventually intertwined as we started to feel each others back, my nails digging slightly into her slim physique. Feeling the bra strap on her back and making my way to her lower back. We continued to passionately kiss for another two minutes before we eventually pulled back to take a breath.
We both looked deeply at each other before we started to make out more, our hands now on the back of each others heads, playing with each others hair and twiddling with it. Her mouth tasted incredible. It was unlike any other kiss I had ever had. There was so much passion, emotion and lust. Her tongue was incredibly smooth on the inside of my mouth, I suckled slightly on her tongue and bit very softly. She moaned as we kissed, but broke it after another passionate session.
"I want you Alex", she moaned, out of breath. My drunken dick took a liking to this, starting to pitch up in my jeans, making me physically uncomfortable thanks to my tight belt I was wearing. I panted and looked up and down at her body. She held a hand out to me and I hesitantly took it. It was now below freezing, and we had been outside for nearly ten minutes now. She took my hand, her skin cold to the touch, but both of us were too lustful / intoxicated to care. Her hand swiftly took mine to her breast, placing it over her small, but perfectly shaped cleavage.
This caught me completely off guard as she held my hand on her breast, she looked up at me but my eyes were focussed on nothing but her breasts. I had a small squeeze, feeling her soft skin underneath, with her perfectly placed nipples rock solid underneath.
My breathing rate increased dramatically, before me and Hannah broke into yet another emotional embrace, trading tongues and lips respectfully. Having my hand firmly placed on her breast I caught a glimpse of a figure walking out of the bar towards the car park, it was Abby's roomate, and she wasn't exactly slowing down.
I removed my hand from Hannah's breast and broke the embrace.
"What's wrong?" Hannah said, adjusting her straps and placing her top back so not as much cleavage was on show. I ducked down and told Hannah that Abby's roomate was coming towards the car.
"Shit shit shit, what do we do?", my drunken, horny self decided the best thing to do was duck behind the front of the car and hide, leaving Hannah by the left side of the car.
Hannah looked at me, concerned and decided to snap into a new character. I watched as she adjusted herself and waved at Abby's roomate. My vision went into tunnel mode, and I watched as the feet of Abby's roomate came up to Hannah. She asked if Hannah was okay, and where I was. She brought out some of the best acting I had ever seen, and said that I had popped off quickly to buy a vape for her, as she had left her ID at home. Which, was a perfect response. As Hannah leaves her ID at home nine times out of ten whenever we go out.
They then went on to talk about what she was wearing, and they left the car, walking off in conversation. Once I was sure that the coast was clear, I got up from my hiding position and ran off to a small corner store and bought a disposable vape for Hannah, in order for her story to be believable.
I eventually got back to the entrance of the bar and made a grand entrance, shouting "the king has returned". This garnished some cheers from some of the girls, and a concerned look from Abby.
I chose not to address this and went to the bar and acompanied Daisy to make myself some more drinks.
"You two have fun out there?" she said, jabbing at my side. I rolled my eyes and laughed at her. "Hilarious, Daisy". She smiled back at me, "I'm only joking, i'll stop being mean, I promise", she chuckled, and walked away.
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Thank you all for reading! Part two will be released asap.
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[M] How I became a bisexual
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So it all started when I was a young teenager (now 38m) and I had a very promiscuous and adventurous girlfriend. I've always been very open minded sexually, however I considered myself to be heterosexual. My girlfriend at the time seamed to be far more experimental and confident when it came to her sexuality than me. She was bisexual, into assplay, pegging and MMF, anything kinky really. So most times during sex together she would try "assplay" on me, however at that time I had never done it and I wasnt that comfortable with the idea, untill....
...One night we were at her house drinking and doing ecstasy together. We started some hot & heavy sex and next thing I know she had her vibrator inside me and she was really going for it lol. Woh, I wasn't sure at first but I could see how much it was turning her on so I thought, fuck it! I completely surrendered and let her do what she wanted to me. Once I relaxed... omg I was in total HEAVEN!! I couldn't believe that I'd been missing out on this feeling. Gosh, I wanted this feeling more and more. Obviously from this point onwards my views on assplay changed, we would do it all the time. I no longer felt any stigma towards it, I actually fell in love with the pleasure. And on-top of that I began to have other feelings, I felt that there could potentially be something else going on sexually with me, I didn't know exactly what that was at the time, but I'm definitely excited and nervous to find out. This girl was my first love and I fell so deeply in love with her. But, unfortunately the relationship only lasted a few years. I didn't know it yet but that relationship would kickstart the beginning of my sexual journey.
Fast forward a few years to me in my mid 20's. I was mostly single during my 20's as it was hard for me to find a partner because I was still confused about my own sexuality. I'm now starting to feel a lot more open about the possibilities. At this point Im pretty sure I wasn't heterosexual anymore. Geez, that first girlfriend really lit a fire inside of me. I was definitely starting to endulge in watching more hardcore kink pornography like MMF bisexual, pegging and transsexual. And I'm now regularly cross dressing alone at home and experimenting with my body. This was a very strange time in my life. I had so many questions. Maybe it was a phase? I knew I wasn't straight, but was I gay? Bi? I wasn't sure.
Moving forward another 5-6 years to my early 30's and Ive now accepted the fact that I'm definitely, and at the very least, a bisexual man. Im able to look at guys in a different way now, I feel an attraction. Not just men, but trans women too. I definitely knew I had deeper desires and I was 100% ready to throw myself into it and see what happens.
I started dating a wonderful woman who was just as kinky and just as experimental as me. She had always fantasised about pegging a man in total cross dressed sissy outfits but had never done it. Well, we were a match. We instantly began an incredibly open and comfortable relationship. We both experimented in all kinds of sexual roleplays, kink, taboo and pegging. Gosh it was good. It was the first time I'd found a partner to peg me and we both got extremely excited over doing it. She loved to give it to me and I loved to take it! She was also fascinated by bisexual men, she would regularly masturbate to bisexual, gay male, and transexual porn, it was a huge turn on for her. I felt exaclty the same. She was the first person I ever told about my bisexual and transexual erges. We would masturbate together watching all kinds of queer porn, and wow, we would have the most amazing nights together exploring every single deepest secret desire, nothing was off limits. We could, and did act out anything we wanted to on each other, everything!! What an amazing time that was, she was such a beautiful person and together I think we unlocked the next level of desires in both of us. Unfortunately that relationship slowly dissolved and in the end we mutually agreed to go out seperate ways.
Around 35 and single again, I said hello to the gay dating app "Grindr"!! I was now confident in who I was and my sexuality. I like women, I like men, I like transexuals, so yeah I'm definitely queer. I would meet up and fuck all types on Grindr. Bisexual guys, gay men, transexuals, straight men that had girlfriends but were experimenting, all kinds and all shapes. I also started visiting Gay Spas. If you don't know they are kind of like a club where they have a bar but also saunas, pools, spas and cruising lounges where you could find one guy for private sex in a private room, I could join in on group sex or, well, you can pretty much use your imagination on the possibilities in those places, anything can happen. No strings. No commitment. Just sex. At one of the spas I me the first guy I ever dated, Danny. He was a young gorgeous guy and we were very attracted to each other. But as I'm still not "out" and all this is still my own private little secret life, that didn't really work for him. Danny wanted a full commitment relationship, I just couldn't, I wanted to, but I couldn't.
Moving along another 5ish years and I'll be 39 next month. I have a wonderful and beautiful queer partner, a woman, not just a woman but an amazing woman. We share everything together and are very honest and open about who we are sexually. While she knows me and understands me, some of my past is still quite secret. Ive never told my full story to anyone before.
I'm so comfortable with where I am at now. I love being queer! Although if you ever met me, or even just took me on face value, you would never guess it. I work in the construction industry, I'm a man's man, 6.1" with a solid build. I guess that's why I am able to keep it such a secret, nobody would ever expect it. I feel so much better for sharing it. Maybe one day I'll come out to my friends and family, I don't know. But for now it remains my own private adventure :)
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[MF] Drinking and flirting
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This happened a few years ago.There was this friend (F18 at the time), and me (M23), we loved to flirt with each other and do stuff together, smoke funny things, drink, play videogames, our friends almost begged for us to get together, because in their words we were the perfect couple. But due to the age difference and some mentality differences also we decided we were better as friends (officially at least, of course we eventually tried to date without the rest of “the gang” knowing, to avoid extra pressure, and we were good but never really felt that click so we decided to keep it simple and just be friends). It was the right decision for both of us, we kept going out with other people and honestly don’t think neither of us ever felt jealous or regretted that decision.
And it brings us to the night were we could have take it too far. Her parents were out of town, so she invited our circle of friends to a little party, essentially 6 people counting with both of us, 4 boys and two girls. The dinner went normal, a lot of pizza, a lot of coca cola and a few spiritual drinks just warm the things up. We were close and knew each other for a long time so nothing of true or dares or anything like that (I mean at least not for the thousand time), just picking up on each other, watch some stupid shows, some funny videos and then we decided to watch a movie.
We were 6, and there were a couch and two big recliners, the two big boys squad at the couch, so there was me, another guy and the two girls, the other girl and the guy were also dating at the time (although they also tried to hide at the beginning) so they get together also, so we don’t have much chance. I sit first and she then sits in front me, with a blanket over us. Everything normal until I (accidentally), rubbed on her boob, I immediately apologized but she just looks at me with a smirk and says “hmm, you always loved them, don’t you?”. I was kinda without reaction but just laughed and say they were really great. What she says and does next just gets me completely surprised. She just says that she really misses someone to play with them, she just quickly and quietly unzips her bra and just says “go ahead”. I was kinda shocked but honestly wouldn’t miss the opportunity (we were both single here must add). So just give a quick look on the room and the rest of the guys is completely asleep or almost falling (maybe we exaggerated a bit on the vodka), so I just go inside her shirt and grab her breast, and damn I really can’t resist them, the size the shape, perfect to me… I battle to play or not with her nipples, knowing she will probably moan if I do it and decided was better not. “Ok, I admit It’s hard to keep my hands off them”, I tell her. At this point I was with the biggest hard on, which she felt and kinda starts rubbing her ass on it and at this point I’m the one who is almost moaning but sure as hell don’t wanna stop.
Meanwhile don’t know if it was the sound of the couch or our kisses but the other girl wakes up, we kinda freezed but she was very numbed still so we were off the hook. She decides she’s too tired and wakes the other guy to go take her home. We wake up the other two who also decide to go, I stay with excuse I going to help to start cleaning up, some other guy still offered to stay also but we could convince we could do it and luckily he didn’t offer much resistance either.
At the second we were alone we were just all over each other, of course she was topless on seconds and I am just, again, playing with those tits, with no mercy this time, bitting her nipples, fingering her, before picking her up and take it to the couch. After some make out and lots of grinding she takes my pants and underwear out and performs one of the best blowjobs i ever get honestly, i would have come right there if it wasn’t for the álcool. But I could stop on time to strip the rest of her clothes off and retribute the favor.
After we (thankfully) grabbed a condom, and for the next 20 minutes, we just switched positions on that couch, doggy, cowgirl, missionary, until I came and we just lay down there for a while facing each other. We just made out a bit more, got some underwear on and went to her bed to get some sleep.
Next morning, we wake up together, we laughed, kissed, talked and decided to stay friends. With benefits, but still friends. And, must add best decision ever, sex was always great but we really were not a good couple. That didn’t stop us from having a great times from the few times we were both single, and gave each other good advices when we were not. Glad I still have her as a friend.
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[M/S] I am very attracted to my sons. Update 429. My adorable sleepy boy.
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Laying nude on the white satin sheets, I stretched and yawned, knowing sleep was imminent. A tiny knock on my bedroom door prompted me to say "come in."
Into my room walked Michael, wearing only a pair of shorts. He looked exhausted and carried his favorite pillow. This scenario has played out many times since he was a little boy. Whenever he can't sleep, he and his pillow come to my bed to cuddle. For his entire childhood, this was a wholly innocent experience. Now that he is an adult, the experience ranges from innocent to debauched but has always remained loving.
I lifted the sheet and he crawled into bed next to his naked mom. My mind wondered and I contemplated how many boys are aching to cuddle and even copulate with their own mothers.
Gently, I touched his face and my hand traipsed down his chest and toward his intimately defining feature. He lay still and on his back in an ithyphallic state. I delighted in holding his hard cock in my small, maternal hand. Silently, I removed his shorts and gave his big, thick manhood a kiss that many would consider obscene, but I consider motherly and adoring.
Seconds later I was on top of him, and his powerful archimandrite of a penis was penetrating me. It traveled into my body, the very place he was born from. As I paused to let gravity take me to its hilt, I whispered "Welcome home Baby Boy."
**My sons are 22 and 27. Why do so many of you keep asking me how old they are? I literally state it at the end of every post.**
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[M/S][B/S] I’m visiting my parents and my sister thinks I'm interested in mom.
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Hello.
This is so annoying. But I felt like I needed to do a catch up post of what’s happened since I arrived, before that stuff with my mom happened.
However, being respectful of your time and mine, I’ll only allow myself to write a page for this “Previously, on Select’s Life”. And then I’ll fill you in on what’s happened since the last post. Ok, here we go…
I arrived on the 5th. Barely missed grandma’s death. But it was right on time for the funeral. Spanish funerals can last days, and they’re done for the full 24 hours. So the family that hosts them barely gets time to grief. It’s mostly being a social host.
As soon as I arrived, I noticed my sister was super short with me. But given that my parents were extremely overwhelmed with the situation, her and I took the brunt of the logistics. Getting food for people, making sure my parents were resting enough, welcoming the guests. It felt like a job. So it was understandable that we wouldn’t have much of a conversation.
The Burial was on Friday, and after, there was a big get together with all the extended family and people we hadn’t seen in years. Weirdly enough, these sort of get togethers tend to get pretty lit. Mostly because it’s done as a ‘celebration of life.’ But once again, it felt more like we were working an event.
This time, however, I had a chance to sit with my sister and talk. She was sitting on some steps outside. I brought her a beer and sat next to her. This didn’t really hit me until after, but it felt like she was being super short with me. We did small talk for a while, then she got up and left - as if I’d ruined her spot to chill.
Now, again, this is really only occurring to me in hindsight. At the time, I thought she was just tired. Maybe she was. We were working on less than 2 consecutive hours of sleep a night for the last half week.
Omg. I’m running out of space so quickly.
That was about it with my sister. That night, my parents slept at grandma’s with dad’s siblings. The next day, Saturday (Oct 8th), mom felt like she was getting back to her old self, now that all these stressful events were over. They came home while I was still in bed. To say good morning, she got into bed with me - which… lawl. This thing she used to do caringly at some point has been sullied by SelectGift’s Idiot Adventures.
Like, even after everything that’s happened, I got a boner when she got under the sheets with me. While my mom was talking about their plans for the day, I was trying to conceal my erection selection. When she tried to cuddle me, I turned into the small spoon.
My dad is not his old self yet. He’s been so quiet. Just staring-at-the-wall quiet. Him and grandma were extremely close. There was a lot of them (him and her) basically raising his siblings together. He mentioned something to the effect of “I feel like I’ve failed her.” Which just broke my heart.
Ok, that's enough emotional sharing. It doesn’t really contribute to anything lol.
As I’m editing this post, I feel like I may be coming across as trying to reconnect with my sister romantically. I want to clarify that I’m not. But I am trying to connect with her as siblings, at least.
Ok. That sums up the last two weeks. Now for the update on what’s happened since my incident with mom.
Lol I probably already know what you’ll think about it BUT…. Here’s what’s happened.
Since our little embarrassing interaction, things with mom went back to normal. Especially with my sister around, I’ve behaved myself. On Sunday (Oct 16th) night, however, a friend from high school reached out to tell me she and her husband would need to leave for the weekend. And their house sitter bailed at the last minute. Given that I’m in the country to visit, she thought perhaps I’d enjoy having some space to myself. It’s a little remote and there is this really nice access to a little river. So it’s a great spot to canoe or swim.
Honestly, my first thought was to invite my dad to come with me. Going away for a weekend would probably benefit him now. But it turns out that’s exactly what he had planned. Him and his siblings won’t be seeing each other for a while, so they’re doing a cottage weekend away to say goodbye. So he can’t come. I obviously couldn’t ask my sister, it felt wrong, so I asked mom.
Aaaaand…. Surprisingly she said ‘no.’ She asked me if my sister was coming, but the conversation got weird. It took me a little while to explain why I didn’t ask my sister. Eventually I pretended I’d ask my sister, but I had already said I didn’t think she’d want to come. The conversation ended with mom saying “I just would hate to leave your sister alone for the weekend.”
I gave the issue 24 hours. Honestly, mostly because I didn’t even know how to ask my sister. It probably feels like a silly thing not to just straight up and ask, especially if mom is coming. But I just remembered that weekend away with mom and my sister at the cottage in Canada. And I kept feeling like my sister would think I was hinting at the same thing.
Eventually, I just sucked it up and said it, acting as casually as I could. “Hey,” I said, “this and this happened and I was thinking it’d be a nice thing to do this weekend.” Without much ceremony, she said she had a few plans for the weekend and felt like she couldn’t bail. But insisted mom and I could go. “And you two can have the weekend away you want to have.”
Immediately, I stuttered away trying to explain I wasn’t “going for any kind of weekend.” But it was too late, things were already too awkward. At the time I decided to not touch base with mom again and just go by myself.
But yesterday mom followed up with it. She told me my sister encouraged her to go. That she would spend Saturday night at a friend’s regardless. And not to feel too bad about leaving her alone.
So tomorrow morning mom and I are gonna go to this (basically) cottage and spend the weekend together.
Generally, I feel pretty shitty about it because now it feels like my sister might think I’m trying to make stuff happen with them because I’ve come back.
Ugh. It’s so frustrating. Like, I get that things were hard. But part of the whole arrangement was that we wouldn’t let our relationship ruin our sibling dynamic. I’ll probably have to have a conversation with her.
Ok. I probably won’t be online while I’m away. If I bring my computer, I’ll end up working. And that’s not the plan.
Talk to you later. Thanks peeps.
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[F/d] I may have had sex with my daughter - update 9
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So today at breakfast I subtly suggested to my daughter that she should quit her job, by saying that I am gonna take her of all her needs so she can focus on her auditions, she looked like she was trying to hide her excitement, so I might just ask her properly tonight. I took her to work today and she kissed me before stepping out of the car, and it felt amazing being like a couple more in public. We have been texting all morning planning on what to do after work. I'll go get her during my lunch after her shift and take her home. She said she would prepare a surprise for me for when I get home after work, and actually asked me for permission to leave the house and said she'd send me photos of her clothes for me pick up what she'll wear. I'll buy her flowers for when I pick her up, and I'll update more tonight.
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Bi (Male), (24-65) Cock Sucking, the way I like to do it.
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Cock sucking: the way I like to do it.
I am a Bi MWM, I am versatile, I can top or bottom if the situation is right but almost never on the first meet with someone new. I love pussy and cock, I prefer situations where it’s one or the other, I guess I don’t like sharing, pussy or cock. My cock likes attention and I have enjoyed some really good head from some talented cocksuckers, and others that were not so great, I feel getting head is like pizza, even when it’s bad its good, I just don’t think I should have to do all the work fucking your mouth or jerking off. What I really like, as most of the guys who have met me for sex know is to suck cock. I take it as a challenge when a guy says, “I can’t cum from head or I take a long time to cum from head, “you will get tired or board before I cum”. They obviously haven’t gotten head from someone who truly loves to suck cock.
I like to start with a soft or slightly hard cock, if the guy’s cock is already hard, I will make small talk until it is soft. If the cock is soft or soft again I stroke it a little until a drop of pre cum comes out the cum slit at this point I can’t help myself but run my tongue over the head then lift the limp or hardening cock and lick from the base near the balls up to the head, this usually starts the cock to get hard, if not what I do next will always do the trick. I take the cock into my mouth to just below the base of the head and swirl my tongue around paying special attention to the cum slit. The feeling of a cock hardening in my mouth is such a turn on that I usually start stoking my own cock which is usually leaking pre cum like a broken faucet, especially if I am hitting poppers, I will scoop up some of my pre cum on my finger and put it in my mouth, I am not sure if other guys like the taste of their own pre cum or cum but I love it, It is such a turn on for me. Once the cock is getting hard or hard, I will take an inch or two into my mouth and back up to the head and then back down a few inches. Depending on the length and thickness of the cock I will stroke with my right hand and play with the balls a bit. If the cock is un-cut, I will work my tongue under the hood and run it around teasing the so sensitive cock head, it’s such a turn on to feel a guy jump or make a sound when my tongue hits the sensitive part just under the head. I take my time, after a few minutes I start taking a little more of the shaft in my mouth and then back to the head. I suck cock for my enjoyment just as much as for theirs. I can enjoy a quick “get me off” blowjob when there isn’t time, and the goal is just for the guy to cum and for me to get a load shot into my mouth to swallow. I really enjoy when there is no rush, and I can take my time bringing the cock close to cumming then backing off and letting their excitement subside a little, some guys will try to stroke their cock out of frustration, this is not allowed. Once the impending orgasm subsides, I go back to square one, licking then taking more of their cock in my mouth using and swirling my tongue on the head then back down. After a few sessions of edging, I will bury the cock in my mouth and throat, I can deepthroat most cocks, its not usually the length I have trouble with it’s the girth or thickness. Once I go all the way down or as far as I can and the guy doesn’t moan I go back up to the head and swirl my tongue around scooping up any sweet precum that the slit gave up and all the way back down again holding the cock in my throat for a few seconds then back up. I then take a few inches in my mouth working my head up and down with my tongue never stopping, it has a mind of its own. There are times when I am working on a cock that I get euphoric and it’s only my mouth, my tongue and the cock, the moans and sounds are a turn on but there are times when I just don’t hear them I usually wait until I can tell he is starting to get impatient and go down a little more then back up to the head. If time allows and he is not too annoyed yet I will stop for a while letting his cock start to get soft and start the whole scenario again. By edging him like this he gets the enjoyment of a great treatment of cock worshiping and I get the big load I deserve for all my hard work. Some guys get frustrated thinking that I am done or that I won’t finish them off, I would never do that, their cum in my mouth and throat is what I really want. Once it’s time to finish the job I really get to work, I lick the balls and take them in my mouth one at a time while stroking the cock, this usually gets a puddle of precum for me to lick from the cock head. Once I enjoy the sweet nectar I get to work going from the head all the way to the base, never taking the cock completely out of my mouth, I feel and listen for clues, if the cock starts to throb a little or he says I’m gonna cum I know I will have his cum in my mouth soon, there is no need to hold my head or push me down, I will not pull off, I like for the first shot to hit the back of my throat, I swallow every drop. Usually after long session the load is thick and creamy, I feel for every shot and find satisfaction when there are many strong shots, once the cock stops throbbing I go all the way down keeping the cock in my throat for a minute or two, usually the cock will start to go soft, on the rare occasion that it doesn’t I get to work trying to coax out another load, It has happened.
If you see me on Squirt and I am close and you can host, invite me over. If you are looking for a quick suck and cum or a long cock worshiping session I will be happy to take care of you!
Kevin and his BBC
I was in the city one day for work and as I always do would check Squirt several times to see if any guys close by were looking for sex
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[F23/M25] The day after we were away for a while. [Part 1][Couple] [seductive] [Fingering] [Passionate]
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God! It's been so long since we met.
I miss you goofy smirk and your cinnamon chai musk.
Composing myself, I tick tok towards the elevator and as the floors proceed, my heartbeat aces too.
I am not sure what I should do when I see you, should we shake hands? Hug? Should I play hard to get? Will you play hard to get? Should I just jump, because boy I want to; no.. nooo... that'll be so embarrassing. But man I miss you.
*tingg*
Here comes you. I breath heavily and find my way till your apartment.
2112
I hesitantly knock, adjusting my dress. I wore the classiest (subtly sexy) red dress in my wardrobe because, been a while.
*tic thak*
You're opening the door in slow motion, already teasing me, it'll be a long day.
Your silhouette appears out of dim blue light and "Ha..." before I could finish my greet, you grab my hand and close the door by pushing me onto it.
*Dhadak*
You're tall and shirtless, towering over me, lean closer, very close.
With wrists in your hand your lips slowly brush mine, almost teasing me.
I'm panting and you gently sigh.
I almost instinctively reach for your lips, I need you, but you're having fun.
But you want me too.
You give in like a tsunami and our lips touch like lightning, sending a shock in my entire body. But you pull back a little.
You loosen your grip on my hands and trace them gently up my arm and grab my face, consequently brushing your lips on my face. Your long curly hair have encapsulated me and your warm breath has made me loose. We're so close, and yet you're far, I almost beg and try to kiss you but you're a bitch.
But not for long, your hands are cupping my face warmly, and your lips feel like home, for when we kiss first. And then many times afterwards. Its gentle but needy and we're merging into each other and gulping away the distance from so long.
Im lost, intoxicated, and almost unconsciously I raise my knee, inviting you in. You, very consciously notice it and grab thigh and push in my closer with your tongue. And the "pretty" dress, obediently has risen upto my waist, inviting you. I can feel your hardness push into me through my black lace panties and the wetness drip down my free leg. You love it.
As our tongues wrestle, your hand is cupping my butt, almost lifting me closer and deeper and other hand has found its way to my neck.
The grab is hurting me, but I love it.
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NYE With a Bang [MF]
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I [M] have plenty of stories of wild nights and experiences that I could share but for my first submission I want to tell the story of New Years Eve 2017
I was 27 at the time and my roommate, Dave, and I had decided to head downtown to a fancy NYE party at a swanky hotel.
We get down to the hotel and people are congregating in their own social circles as they do before the dance floor gets hot.
Dave and I being single start to look through the crowd at who’s there wondering if we will get lucky to get a New Years kiss from a beauty in the crowd.
We both notice a group of three ladies over by the bar that looked completely unattached.
We go over and introduce ourselves to these three. Two stand out as funny, flirty, and most importantly single. Megan, a slender and tan beautiful lady with Asian heritage and Amanda, a nerdy yet cute dental school student.
We talk and flirt and eventually the dance floor starts to become busy so we head out to cut a rug.
Amanda and I are dancing and Dave and Megan are together.
Amanda was getting very close and her hands were putting in overtime. She started to rub my cock through my slacks and nibble on my ear when I would lean down.
Amanda was making it very clear that she wanted more than just a kiss that night.
She grabbed my hand and slid it under her dress to show off her soaked pussy… right on the crowded dance floor.
I asked her if she would be willing to come back to our condo that night and she refused saying that she made a pact with her friends that they will all go home together tonight.
This is were things get interesting.
She then asks if I have a condom. Confused because of the previous exchange I ask why and she winks then tells me that just because she’s going home with her girls doesn’t mean we can’t have fun.
I lean over to Dave dancing away and ask him for a condom. He pulls one out of his wallet and hands it over.
Amanda and I sneak away from the party and I start to wonder where in a high rise hotel on NYE would we find a place to get this done.
First we go up an elevator to the balcony of the main atrium and I notice a service door to a stairway. We head downstairs to the basement and I find a hospitality office behind some laundry machines. We’re in luck, doors unlocked.
We get in and she gets on her knees, pulls my cock out and starts sucking before I could even react.
My mind is spinning,” is this really happening?”
She grabs the condom from me and slides it on masterfully, pulls her panties from under her dress, stuffs them into my coat pocket and bends over the desk.
I get behind her and slide into her soaked pussy. Amanda started moaning and gripping and crumbling lose papers on the desk.
We fuck through the ball drop and a few short minutes later she tells me she’s going to cum and to get back.
I pull out and she flips to her back and squirts all over edge of the desk and halfway across the floor.
This was so hot I pulled the condom off and started stroking, Amanda knows what to do and wraps her lips around my cock just before I bust.
She swallows every drop, gets up, straightens her dress and waits for me to clean up too.
We retrace our steps and I check for cameras on the way out. We reconnect with our group on the dance floor around 12:30 and go our separate ways.
I never got her number or last name.
She kept her promise and went home with her friends and a housekeeper came to work to a desk and office covered in dried squirt.
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Afternoon Delight [MF 30s, non-fiction, cheating]
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A perfect 88 degrees, not too humid, summer was at its peak. As my wife and I headed to the BBQ the windows were down, music was at high volume. There wasn't too much conversation, she was buried in her phone while I was enjoying the tunes. We've already stopped to pick up a delicious dessert and some booze to bring to the party, rude to show up empty handed right?
"Wow, prepared and on time" I said with a grin on my face glancing towards the passenger seat. "There's a first time for everything!" Lex replied with a laugh and half ass fist pump. "I can't wait to eat, I'm starved!" As she continued to scroll.
The music overcame the conversation for the short duration of the ride. We pulled up to Matt and Claire's house, I shut the car off and hopped out, giving a bit of a full stretch, arms in the air. "Ughh, ok" as I clapped my hands together "let's get this party started!" I excitedly yelled as I unloaded the trunk. "I cannot believe you're wearing that bathing suit!, Soon as you get out of the pool the whole party will see everything.." Lex stated, slightly annoyed. She was referring to the 5 in high cut bright pink banana decaled bathing suit I was wearing. "Haha!, Hey don't knock my Amazon specials, need to show off when I can!" I joked back. She shook her head as we strolled towards the gate entering the yard.
Soon as I was about to open the hasp the fence swung open. Matt was standing there...."YEAHHHHHHH" he screamed, just by the reaction I could tell he had a few in him, which was nothing knew, the man loved his liquor, shit, we all did. We landed an extra hard "High Five". "It's been a minute brother!, How's things?" I asked as we came in for a one handed hug. "Same old shit man!, Work sucks, kids drive me crazy, but it is what it issss" as Matt dragged out the end of his sentence, "head into the back, the grill is on and foods going on the table"
We headed down the walk way into the small crowd that formed, some sitting, some standing. The smell of the grill was in the air, and the coolers were packed. It was the perfect day to kick back and relax. I headed towards the make shift bar to make Lex and I a couple of drinks..
"Oh, of course Sal would b-line to the bar before he says hello to anyone" I heard behind me as I poured the Tito's over ice. Turning around, I locked eyes with Claire. "Ha, hey a little bit of alcohol makes me social!" I playfully snapped back. "You don't need any help being social, and you know it" Claire followed with a huge smile on her face. Her bikini was soaked, after just getting out of the pool. She wrapped both arms around me and squeezed. "I missed you!, We always go too long as usual" I felt her perfect C-cups press against my chest, and instantly felt a slight push on my bathing suit. "We are busy people" I replied as I wrapped my arms around her as well. "Yeah well we need to work on that, nice shorts btw" she winked as she pulled back. "Better put that thing away, you're going to scare my guests"
I blushed a bit, and tried my best to nonchalantly adjust. Claire was gorgeous. A 5'6 brunette with light hazel eyes that glowed just a little bit extra in the sun. Her bathing suit showed her off perfectly. Her flat stomach that shifted down into a beautiful bubble butt that had just the right amount of jiggle during sudden movements.
Claire always made me throb, I couldn't help it, and she knew exactly what she was doing everytime. She had me hooked, although I had a bit of a spell over her as well. "Nice turn out" as I gazed around the backyard, taking an extra long sip of my beverage. "Yes, it most definitely is, hosting is such a pain though, Matt doesn't help with shit" she followed slightly annoyed, which was nothing new. Once the liquor hit Matt could literally care less about anything. "Well, whatever you need I got ya covered" I shot a sharp wink and grin. She looked me up and down in a playful way, "I may take you up on that offer"
The vibe was rocking, music was going and the afternoon banter was growing louder as time went on. Claire was running trays of food out from inside the house. There high ranch house wasn't the best set up for outdoor parties, having to exit out of a first floor basement after heading down the steps from the main portion of the house. Some of the other ladies half assed the help, picking up a tray here and there. Shifting things around on the food table.
"Matt!, Can you please give me a hand here?" Claire shouted mildly upset. "Mehhh, slow down Claire! The foods the least important part of a barbeque!" He responded semi jokingly already slurring. Claire shook her head, and strides back towards the house, "Gimme a hand real quick?" Claire gently asked. "Of course love" I responded as I placed my solo cup on the nearest table.
Inside the house was quiet, there was a bathroom on the first level so nobody had any real reason to head upstairs at all. We got into the kitchen, "Smells great, you always make way too much food" I said as I combed the kitchen counter with my eyes. "Oh does it now..." Claire responded as she clearly could give a fuck less about what I was saying stepping closer, placing one hand on my chest, and other on my cheek.
She pressed her lips against mine, exhaling heavily out of nose while our mouths connected. My finger tips slid into her hair as our tongues explored. My cock got hard instantly, pressing up against my shorts, I felt the precum instantly start to drip.
"We don't have much time" she whisper as she squatted down towards the floor, pulling my shorts down to my knees. With her soft hand now wrapped around my throbbing dick, she slowly jerked it forward pushing out more precum giving my head a lick. "I missed him" right before she took my piece down her throat. She was sucking it just right, stroking as she sucked, my hands gripping the kitchen counter hard while my knuckles whitened up. "Fuck, that mouth feels amazing" as my head kicked back....
"Get up" grabbing her from under her arms up to her feet. "Get into the bedroom" spinning her around and slapping her ass. Claire giggled as she led the way ...entering the bedroom she turned ...."I want it from behind, and you better not pull out this time"
My adrenaline was racing, Claire and I have fucked before but never with a backyard of people so easily risking getting caught. "I make the rules, not you" pushing the front of her body into the bed...."Yes daddy" biting her bottom lip, "have me..." Spreading apart those beautiful ass cheeks to her ever so welcoming hole.
Sliding her bikini bottoms to the side, I saw her juices glistening over her lips. I didn't go slow entering, I had zero intentions of being gentle this time, after all, time was of the essence. I thrusted my cock deep inside of her, Claire buried her face in the comforter trying to mask her deep moans. Stroke after stroke, she couldn't stop leaking. It was driving me wild how my good little girl was taking it.
"Daddy, you stretch me out so good"....as she spread her hole even more
"Daddy please make me cum, Matt doesn't make me cum the way you do daddy, why do you make your little girl wait...?"
"You cum when I say, you know how it goes" as I pushed deeper and deeper
"Just a little bit daddy, let me cum just a little...."
"Hold it, we are going to cum at the same time babygirl, I'm almost there"
I felt my cock get even harder, I was so close, she knew it as she lightly wiggled her ass making her soaking wet cunt feel ever better, if that was even possible.
"Good girl baby, you're such a good little girl, let me feel how you cum all over daddy's fat dick"....
"Thank you dadddyyyyyy" as she let go, feeling her cum gush made me not be able to hold it anymore. I grunted as quietly as I could, but hardly quiet at all. With my final strokes I felt my load bursting out, one rope after the next filling that gorgeous hole completely up.
I slowed down now, my orgasm was fucking amazing as my cock slowly finished off going in and out our mixture of cum was a perfect sight.
"Ughh, thank you daddy" Claire said as she spun around to clean off my slowly fading hard on...."daddy can't go back to the party messy"...tracing my cock with her tongue...
"Now, about those food trays" Claire mentioned with her sexy smirk.
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[FFM] My husband and I [30s] celebrated my husband's vasectomy by having him finish inside another woman [25F]
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A lot has happened since I last posted! My husband Henry and I successfully tried for another child, realized that three kids under three years old would be more than we could handle, and decided to get one of us snipped as quickly as possible. Some research about our different options quickly led to the conclusion that he should have the procedure instead of me, and we figured we could freeze some of his swimmers for a later date if we changed our minds.
Except for Henry getting annoyed at me for referring to the vasectomy as getting "neutered" and "gelded," the whole process went off without a hitch fairly early into my second pregnancy. The only issue was, we didn't exactly know how to mark the occasion. After spending the better part of a decade together, a not-insignificant portion of which was in quarantine, we had pretty much done all the weird shit to each other that we ever wanted to try. Our sex bucket list, a typed up note on my phone, had dwindled from a scrollable catalog to a couple lines of largely impractical sex acts and celebrity hall passes. (Pedro Pascal, hit me up if you ever want to get weird.) One of the few remaining fantasies was Henry cumming inside someone else's pussy. And, if I'm being honest, there was also a large part of me that wanted to offer Henry some kind of reward for having the operation so I wouldn't have to. Which is dumb, since I was the one who had to give birth twice, but whatever. I wanted to do something nice for him.
After years of welcoming others into our bedroom, neither of us are particularly prone to jealousy. Possessiveness in a "whose pussy is this" way, sure, but never a defensive "were you just checking her/him/them out." We've always been honest with each other whenever we are attracted to someone in particular, regardless of their gender or whether it would be practical to invite them to join us. So I knew Henry had more than just a passing attraction to a new friend of mine, Jennifer.
Jen and I had started exchanging pleasantries when I joined a gym while pregnant with Henry and my first child. She was a student at the same grad school (but a different program) I had attended, and our schedules ended up lining up nicely until shortly after I became pregnant again. So for a little over a year, Jen and I worked out side by side a few times a week and slowly transitioned to regularly grabbing post-workout snacks and sending each other podcast suggestions and dumb memes. We then made a conscious effort to still see each other regularly after I had to quit the gym, including frequent hot girl walks (aka slowly shuffling along while pushing an infant in a stroller) in my neighborhood.
Because we had met at the gym, Jen and I had a baseline of feeling comfortable changing or showering in front of each other. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't noted early on the way the curve of her soft, tan tummy melted into wide hips and thick, muscular yet adorably dimpled thighs that a not-insignificant part of me wanted to pry apart with my hands. Henry clearly felt similarly. Jen was far from the first of my friends he wanted to bring into our bed, but a light flush would always fill his cheeks when he'd home to find her helping me around the house, his eyes subtly but consistently following her movements as he joined in our work. I felt no pangs of jealousy, no comparisons between my looks and hers. But I couldn't resist some light teasing about his crush and promises that I would be down to make the first move if the opportunity ever arose.
At the same time, I didn't want Jen to feel like some prey animal that this weird, predatory couple was stalking rather than feeling like a valued, non-sexual part of my life. I resolved to never suggest a threesome unless she brought it up first. But one day, about halfway through my second pregnancy, she brought up the topic. She had semi-recently broken up with a boyfriend and was starting to put herself out there again. "I think I just want like a hot, fun, dumb, purely physical rebound," she concluded as we slowly trudged around the block, my swollen feet shoved into a pair of crocs, "I just miss sex! Sorry, is this a shitty thing to bring up in your, uh, situation?"
"We're just exhausted, we aren't abstinent," I snorted, "You try finding the time and motivation when you have a screaming infant in the room."
"Can't Henry's parents babysit?"
"We're having a night out for his birthday, but that's the only night they've offered. I don't want to pawn our kid off on them unless they volunteer, but now it means I'm putting a ton of pressure on myself to make that one night unforgettable, you know? It's dumb."
"It's not dumb, I get it," she reassured me, "Like, I feel like the next time I have sex needs to be some wild and crazy adventure to make it worth leaving something so comfortable and safe."
"You mean boring."
"Comfortable and safe and boring," she agreed with a laugh, "I feel like I should be out there becoming a groupie for a band or having a threesome or something!"
"You've never had one?" I asked gently, my pulse quickening as the possibility unfolded in front of me.
Jen flushed and flapped a hand in the air as if to bat away her embarrassment. "I don't like the idea of my boyfriend fucking someone else in front of me," she admitted, a little defensively, "I'd have to be the unicorn in that situation in order to feel ok with it. Why, do you guys have threesomes?"
"All the fucking time," I laughed, "We even had a couple the last time I was pregnant."
"With just girls or with guys too?"
"Guys too."
She was quiet for a moment, chewing on her lip thoughtfully. Her next words came out gradually, as if she were slowly calculating something in her head. "I'd only be able to have a threesome with an experienced couple. One I could trust to help guide me through it all and to not make me feel weird about it afterwards."
"Makes sense," I agreed, hyper aware that she might just be speaking hypothetically, "We always like to set boundaries ahead of time to establish what kinds of contact is ok with everybody. I think that's a good practice to have."
"And I'd only want it to be a one-time thing. I wouldn't want to become like a throuple with them. They'd have to be really solid in their relationship, like a married couple."
"Yeah, you definitely don't want to get drawn into something messy."
Jen slowed and then stopped. I stopped a couple paces ahead of her and turned around, a soft smile on my lips as I took in the mixed look of terror and excitement on her face. "You good?" I asked gently.
"How would you feel if I come over for Henry's birthday?"
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Over the next several days, Jen had hundreds of questions, ranging from emotional (do you ever get jealous) to logistical (when was the last time you were each tested) to sexual (what does Henry like to do with the girls you bring in), and I did my best to answer them without trying to persuade her one way or the other. If this was going to happen, it had to be her choice completely. I was so uncertain about her commitment to coming over that I didn't end up telling Henry about it until she confirmed via text the morning of. Henry nearly dropped the spoon he was using to feed our eldest. "Tonight?!" he whisper screamed, his free hand nervously going to pat down his bed hair, "But, what? How? Really?"
I beamed with glee as I packed the baby's diaper bag, Henry's adorable reaction warming me from the inside out. His boyish crush on Jen had long amused me, but the opportunity to actually help him see it through filled me with pride. I was a cool fuckin wife, goddamnit, and I was going to help my husband fuck my friend. Henry's nerves and incredulity quickly gave way to sheer excitement, and he couldn't stop himself from practically skipping through the house after his parents stopped by to pick up the baby and wish him a happy birthday.
We discussed the logistics over takeout from Henry's favorite restaurant, his nervous questions mirroring Jen's and only ceasing when he would periodically stop talking to grab my face, kiss me deeply, and thank me again for setting up this surprise for his birthday. I had arranged for Jen to meet us at a nearby bar for after-dinner drinks, but she was the one to suggest that we role-play as strangers picking her up; she felt it would be easier to transition into seeing us in a sexual light if we pretended we didn't know each other. And Henry was just down for anything.
Jen was already at the bar by the time Henry and I walked in, her eyes shamelessly raking over us as we settled into a booth across the room. She looked hungry. My face flushed, and my muscles tightened. Was she the prey or were we? Henry squeezed my hand under the table reassuringly and then wrapped his arm around my waist, his large palm resting on my hip and his fingers splayed down the top of my thigh. A server came over to take our order. "A rum and coke for me, a virgin daiquiri for my wife, and one of whatever that lady is having for her, please," Henry asked politely, indicating to Jen, who had turned with her back to us.
The server nodded and hurried away, unperturbed by the request. We watched as he punched our order into the computer and began to make our drinks. Henry pressed a firm kiss to my temple, and I gently arranged myself so one hand innocently rested on his upper thigh. The server handed Jen her drink, pointed to us, and then rushed over to hand us our drinks. Jen turned, an amused expression of faux surprise on her face, and raised her new glass to us in a toast. We returned the gesture, all three of us taking a sip in unison. She took her time finishing her first drink and gathering her belongings before sliding gracefully off the barstool and sauntering over to our table. The tension she built was palpable, and I couldn't believe she had never done this before. "Thanks for the drink," she purred when she reached our booth, "Mind if I sit?"
"Please," I beamed up at her, my excitement over fulfilling this fantasy for Henry preventing me from fully maintaining the character of the calm and seductive wife, "I'm Lily, and this is my husband, Henry."
She slid into the booth next to Henry, and I saw his breath hitch as her thigh brushed against his. "Nice to meet you both. I'm Jen. What's the occasion?" she queried, her voice deliberately low and husky.
"It's Henry's birthday," I replied, slowing and lowering my voice to match her sultry cadence and resting a hand on Henry's bicep, "But I just couldn't seem to find him the perfect present."
"Oh?" she remarked softly, turning her piercing gaze to Henry, whose shoulders visibly stiffened, "And what were you hoping to get, Henry? Something pretty?"
He audibly swallowed. "Something like that," he stammered.
"Well, maybe I can help out with that," Jen smiled, looking over at me for permission and slowly moving a hand to Henry's thigh.
I nodded my consent and watched, my heart pounding and my arousal building as I watched her hand glance over his growing erection and then travel up his torso. She rubbed her hand up his chest and then brought it to cup his ear and whisper something. He nodded, taking her hand and pressing a gentle kiss to it. "That would be perfect," he murmured, his eyes never leaving hers.
"I'll go get the check," I smirked, beyond pleased with myself for setting this up.
The bartender made knowing eye contact with me as I paid, his gaze continuously shifting behind me back to the booth where I left my husband and my friend. I winked at him as I signed the check, enjoying the blush that spread across his cheeks. It was nothing compared to flush across Henry's. By the time I returned to the booth, Jen's hand was boldly exploring the front of Henry's slacks, her upper arm remarkably still despite the movement of her wrist. A jolt of desire stabbed through my body as I took in Henry's appearance, his knuckles white around his drink and his breathing haggard. I leaned over the table to whisper to them, my cleavage almost spilling out of my dress and my hand moving to tuck a lock of hair behind Jen's ear. "I could watch this all night," I sighed, "But I don't know if the other patrons feel the same way. Shall we head out?"
Jen placed a soft kiss to Henry's jaw and then exited the booth, leaving Henry breathless and disheveled. She wrapped an arm around my waist and then slid her hand down to cup my ass, her hot, slightly alcoholic breath fanning over my face as she whispered in my ear. "I'm so fucking turned on right now," she whined softly.
I straightened her purse strap on her shoulder, a soft smile on my lips. "I want to watch you take every inch of my husband's cock," I whispered, "And I want you to scream his name when you come. Which you will. A lot."
We grinned excitedly at each other and turned back to Henry. "You coming, birthday boy?" she challenged, "Or should we get started without you?"
The walk home was thankfully short. I unlocked the front door and opened it, gesturing for Jen and Henry to walk in before me. By the time I turned around after locking the door and hanging up my purse, Jen already had Henry pressed against the wall, her hands making quick work of his belt and slacks and then sliding under the waistband of his boxer briefs as she aggressively sucked on his bottom lip. Henry's fingers tangled in her hair in a battle for control. I bit my lip and smiled to myself, taking in their frantic energy for a moment before walking over and joining the fray.
Jen moaned into Henry's mouth the second I started kissing her neck, my tongue and teeth quickly following my lips, and my fingertips ghosting over her blouse to glance off her nipples and meander down to her hips. At my gentle nudges, Jen spread her legs slightly. The two of them continued attacking each other's lips, their fight for dominance becoming increasingly sloppy.
But they weren't in control. I was. I pushed Jen's ass forward so she straddled Henry's thigh, both of them letting out soft groans as her warm pussy made contact with his leg over their pants. I moved Henry's hands out of the way and tangled one of mine in Jen's hair, pulling back to force them to stop kissing and turning her face towards mine so I could roughly shove my tongue in her mouth.
His hands now free, Henry grabbed Jen's ass and pulled her body closer, rubbing her pussy harshly but slowly against his thigh as his head fell back to rest against the wall. One of Jen's hands reached up and began clumsily pawing at my breasts, her fingers inexpertly plucking at one of my nipples as her mouth acquiesced to my onslaught. I briefly broke the kiss to pull her blouse over her head and then returned to exploring her mouth with my tongue, my fingertips sliding her bra straps off her shoulders and pulling the cups down to expose her breasts. Henry and I each took ownership of one, our hands moving in well practiced tandem to tease her nipples into sharp points as I continued kissing her and he continued grinding her pussy against him.
Jen whimpered into my mouth and kissed me back harder. My pulse slid down and exclusively pounded in my clit, my arousal growing and all intelligent thoughts escaping my brain. I needed more. Gently pushing Henry's hand and breaking free of my kiss with Jen, I slowly detangled all of us and then reached behind Jen to unhook her bra. I let it fall to the ground and then dropped to my knees, pulling down her trousers and following her waistband's journey with my lips. She stepped out of the pant legs as soon as they hit the floor, and I took advantage of her momentary distraction to place a soft kiss to her clit over her underwear. Her sudden intake of breath delighted me, as did her instinct to push my face into her soft mound. I placed gentle, teasing kisses on her sensitive pussy, pulling one of her thighs over my shoulder and occasionally tracing the outline of her clit with my tongue over her panties. The kissing battle resumed above me, the wet sounds of Henry's and Jen's mouths sounding harsher than ever as I also noted the quiet rustle of fabric. Henry's button-down hit the ground next to me, and the jingle of his belt and the zipper of his slacks knocking together soon followed as they too dropped to the floor.
I heard and felt the movement of Jen starting to play with Henry's cock, and I took it as a sign to move her panties to the side with my left hand and start sucking on her clit in earnest. Her leg buckled, but Henry held her upright. My right hand slid from her ankle, over her calf, past her knee, and up her thigh to reach her warm pussy, my pointer finger teasing at her entrance and languidly spreading the puddle of wetness I found there. She rested more weight in her thigh on my shoulder, her slow grinding clearly intended as a silent plea for me to suck harder on her clit and begin fucking her with my fingers. I obliged. My middle and ring fingers slowly pushed into her tight, warm cunt, the dark depths of her pussy holding them there and swallowing them as she adjusted to their presence. Smiling to myself, I lapped at her clit, my efforts rewarded with more panting moans from above me. I curled my fingers slightly and rubbed the inner wall of her pussy.
Jen began to exude the telltale signs of a woman on the verge of falling apart. Her legs tensed and twitched on either side of my face, her moans became louder, and her hand released Henry's cock and instead grabbed onto his forearm for support. I couldn't tell what Henry said as he murmured soft words of encouragement, but I distinctly heard the low rumble of his voice interspersed with wet kisses. All too soon, Jen's moans increased in pitch, frequency, and volume, and her whole body shook as she frantically rubbed her pussy against my tongue and lips. She let out a stream of curses interspersed with my name, her cries of pleasure muffled slightly as she clamped the thigh on my shoulder against my ear and used one hand to hold my face against her. My own pussy ached in anticipation.
Once Jen's moans subsided, Henry pulled me to my feet and pinned me in a passionate kiss, his tongue clearly searching for remnants of the flavor of Jen's orgasm. I pressed my body against his and slowed the kiss before breaking it and bringing my fingers to his lips. His tongue snaked out and drew my fingers in, his eyes closing and a low hum vibrating against my fingertips. "Doesn't she taste delicious?" I whispered, turning to smile at Jen and loving the thrilled but embarrassed flush covering her face, neck, and chest.
She kissed me chastely once, twice, before deepening the kiss. I removed my fingers from Henry's mouth and ended the kiss after a moment, using my hands on the back of each of their heads to gently push them together. I watched as Henry opened his mouth slightly in anticipation, a glimmer of saliva ringing his swollen lower lip. Jen lightly traced his lip with her tongue and then slithered it into his mouth before retreating and doing it again. "Fuck you're sexy together," I chuckled, finally undressing myself.
Jen smiled into her kiss with Henry, clearly pleased with herself. "I need you," she murmured between kisses, her expression turning pouty and her voice picking up a slightly whiny edge, "Please fuck me, Henry."
I stepped back to allow him to hoist her into his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her out of the entryway and towards the master bedroom. I took a second to gather our clothes and lay them out for easier access later, not knowing if Jen would want to leave as soon as the night's events were over and wanting to provide an easy escape if she needed. Upon finally entering the bedroom, I was greeted by the sight of Henry sitting on the edge of the bed with Jen kneeling between his legs, her mouth wrapped around his cock and his hands tangled deep in her hair. He grinned at the sight of me walking into the room, one of his hands leaving the back of her head and stretching out to welcome me back. The expression on his face was pure bliss; he looked drunk on Jen. I strode across the room and took his hand before leaning down to kiss him slowly, sensually, his soft and innocent sigh of contentment contradicting the wet, sloppy, pornographic sounds of Jen trying to force as much of him down her throat as she could.
Henry released my hand and moved his to cup my cheek. We pulled back and locked eyes, each of us silently confirming the other was still comfortable with our guest's presence. "I love you," he mouthed, pulling me back to kiss him again.
We kissed gently for a moment, and then I got to work. Kneeling behind Jen, I traced her shoulder's tan lines with my tongue while reaching around to cup one of her breasts in each hand and pull at her nipples with my palms. "Are you still ok with no condom?" I murmured in her ear, low enough Henry couldn't hear.
She moaned her assent and nodded as much as she could with Henry's erection filling her mouth. "Then get your ass on the bed," I hissed, biting down softly on the lobe of her ear.
Jen released his cock with a lewd suction sound, long strings of saliva still connecting their bodies, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. I used my thumb to clean the saliva from her chin and mouth, occasionally pressing chaste kisses to her lips. Henry pulled us to our feet, kissing me first, then her, and then picking her up in his arms again and laying her down gently on the bed, his body completely covering hers as he settled between her legs. I crawled up beside them, using my fingernails to scratch the back of Henry's head while they kissed.
Henry slid a hand between them to rub Jen's clit, her soft moans now familiar to my ears. His arm shifted, and I caught a glimpse of his fingers pushing inside her forcefully. I mirrored him and began fingering myself next to them, using my left hand to circle my clit and my right hand to massage the inside of my pussy. His knees found purchase on the bed, and he braced his other hand against the bed, pushing himself upright and providing me with a clearer visual of his slick hand slapping against her cunt and his erection straining towards her pussy like a compass pointing north. Jen's next orgasm came quickly, her body fully warmed up now and her juices dripping onto the bedspread as she loudly called out Henry's name. He offered her no reprieve, his cock quickly replacing his hand as both of them released loud groans of pleasure. A jolt struck my own pussy as if I were being fucked by a phantom cock.
"Oh my fucking god," Jen moaned loudly, burying her face into Henry's shoulder on the other side from where I lay.
Henry looked over at me, his eyes darkening as he saw the pleasure evident on my face and my hands working double time. He tilted his face towards me, and I rearranged myself so I could kiss him. I felt him start to thrust, his face jostling slightly with his body's movements as he nibbled on my lower lip. Jen's moans filled the bedroom, one of her hands grabbing onto my thigh. "How does she feel," I stage whispered, knowing the answer but wanting to bolster Jen's self esteem.
"Fucking incredible," Henry moaned, his forehead resting against mine.
"How does his cock feel, Jen?" I stage whispered again.
"Fuck-- he's-- ngh-- so fucking good," she finally cried in a strangled moan, her voice muffled by Henry's torso.
It's not like I don't praise Henry or tell him every day how hot he is and how much I love fucking him. But hearing it from the woman over whom he had been unrequitedly lusting for the last year clearly did something special for his confidence. He picked up the pace, his body slapping against Jen's noisily. Her hand's grip on my thigh tightened, and her other hand grabbed onto Henry's back, her fingernails digging into his skin. The smile of pleasure and pride on his face was unbearably sexy.After giving me another peck, Henry turned his face back to Jen, her mouth open to accept his tongue before he even reached her lips.
Watching Henry thrust into Jen, his muscular back and ass tightening as he picked up speed, I had an idea. "Can I move us around?" I asked, sitting upright and resting a hand on Henry's back to get his attention.
He immediately slowed his movements and stopped, gently pulling out and looking at me curiously but excitedly as Jen gently rubbed my thigh. I rearranged us with Henry sitting on the edge of the bed and Jen on his lap and then pushed his shoulders down until his back rested against the mattress. He quickly picked up on my intention and grabbed me to straddle his face. Jen and I locked eyes and each sat down on him simultaneously, my clit making contact with Henry's tongue while she deftly angled the tip of his cock against her entrance and drew him inside of her. She placed her palms on his chest and began riding him, leaning her face towards me hungrily. I met her halfway, one of my hands cupping her face and pulling it against mine as I placed my other hand on one of hers. Henry moaned beneath me, his arms hooking around my thighs to hold me tighter to him, his tongue and lips frantically devouring me.
I'm not particularly skilled at riding, so the fact that I could arrange for Henry to not only fuck Jen but also get ridden like he had entered the Kentucky Derby filled me with joy and pride. Jen's technique was remarkable, her strong thighs holding her up as she isolated just her lower back and ass to twerk relentlessly on his cock. I paused kissing her long enough to wet my thumb, which I then lowered to play with her clit. She rested her forehead against my shoulder and cursed under her breath, her breathing already heavy from exertion and quickly turning into panting as I pleasured her. Beneath me, Henry enthusiastically swirled his tongue around my clit, frequently sliding backwards to enter me or lap at my ass. My arousal grew uncontrollably, my whole body becoming more tense as I neared a peak. "I'm so close," I whispered to Jen, figuring she would want to contribute to my orgasm as a part of her first threesome, "Can you rub my clit?"
She nodded enthusiastically and mimicked my movements by wetting her pointer and middle fingers in her mouth and then using them to rub me. Henry focused his efforts on my entrance, pushing his tongue inside and pulling my body against him rhythmically so I was fucking his tongue. I came in seconds, my whole body shuddering in ecstasy and spots appearing behind my closed eyelids as I squeezed my eyes shut and tensed my abdominal muscles and pussy to elongate my pleasure. Jen kissed me roughly, her eager tongue capturing my moans before they could leave my lips. Henry slowed his movements and released my thighs from his grip.
With a final bite of Jen's lower lip, I broke the kiss, swung one of my legs over Henry, and looked down at him. He beamed up at me, his eyes struggling to stay open as Jen resumed her punishing pace. Henry took over for me with Jen's pussy, his left hand grabbing onto her hip for dear life and his right hand playing with her clit torturously slowly. I leaned down and kissed him deeply. My scent clung to his skin and lingered on his lips, the slickness of my juices having clearly covered him from nose to chin. He groaned into my mouth delightedly. I brushed his hair back from his forehead and pulled back to smile at him. "Are you enjoying her pussy, baby?" I murmured rhetorically, "Doesn't she look so pretty riding your cock?"
Henry didn't quite seem capable of answering. "I'm gonna get behind her," I informed him, "Can you help me out by holding your legs up once I get there?"
He nodded, a bead of sweat trailing from the peak of his forehead and down one side of his hairline until it disappeared behind his ear. I crawled to the bottom of the bed and then climbed down to kneel on the ground. Undisturbed, Jen continued her undulating movements. With my assistance, Henry lifted his legs off the ground and into the air, Jen instinctively shifting forward to provide more wiggle room behind her. My mouth watered. The cream from inside Jen's cunt covered the bottom half of Henry's cock all the way down to his balls, the sticky substance periodically spreading to her pussy lips whenever she paused her riding to grind roughly against him. I spread Henry's ass cheeks with my fingers and dove in, lapping around his hole sloppily before I hardened the tip of my tongue into a point and pushed inside. Henry exclaimed in pleasure from up ahead of me on the bed.
Despite my position, I heard Jen orgasm again soon afterwards, her movements pausing as she shook and moaned Henry's name before resuming with a vengeance. She began to beg him to cum as she picked up the pace. "Fuck, Henry, you're so fucking hot. Please cum in me, please, I need it. I need your cum. Please," she pleaded, her voice raising in pitch to a breathy whine interspersed with moans.
I smiled into Henry's ass and increased my tongue's ferocity, noting the way Henry's toes curled in the air next to my face. "I'm gonna cum," he groaned, "Don't stop holy shit I'm gonna fucking cum."
"That's it," Jen breathed soothingly, "Cum for me, Henry, fill my little pussy up."
His whole body tensed, his asshole tightening under my lips and a long, low groan exploding from deep within his chest. "Fuck!" Jen cried, "Yes! Fucking fill me."
She fucked him through his orgasm, and I followed suit with my tongue, the two of us working in tandem to draw out as much pleasure as possible. Henry grabbed onto Jen's hips and held her still as the last pulses of cum erupted inside of her, his anguished moans expressing a level of sensitivity that was nearing pain. I unsuctioned my mouth and placed a gentle kiss on Henry's left ass cheek before looking up at where Jen and Henry were joined. After a moment, she lifted herself off his erection and rested her body on his, his cock falling forward with a soft slap against his pelvis with her swollen pussy hovering above, his feet coming down to rest again on the floor. I watched as his cum slowly pooled at her entrance and then spilled out, the white, viscous liquid leaking lazily onto his cock with a slow, inconsistent drip. Even though cum isn't exactly a delicacy to me, I knew what I had to do. I pushed my face against Jen's pussy and lapped up my husband's cum as one of my hands angled his cock downward, only turning my attention to his softening erection once I was satisfied I had completed the first stage my work. I then took Henry's cock into my mouth, the heady mixture of cum, sweat, and pussy almost overwhelming my tastebuds as I suctioned my cheeks against his shaft.
He moaned again quietly and then reached down for me, his hand grasping into the air in search of mine. I laced my fingers through his. We all panted for a moment; the only sounds I could hear were our breathing, my wet sucking noises, and the muffled pounding of my pulse in my ears. Once I was convinced there were no remaining drops, I released Henry's cock and climbed up on the bed to rest my head against a pillow. Jen climbed off of Henry and did the same on his other side, with Henry quickly following suit in the middle and wrapping an arm around each of us. We both cuddled to him, my top leg resting on his thigh and my face tilting up towards his. Henry kissed me forcefully and then rested his forehead against mine and inhaled deeply. "Holy shit," he whispered once he caught his breath.
We all giggled softly. I reached out an arm to gently stroke Jen's back, not wanting her to feel like she was intruding by sticking around for aftercare. She smiled at me and blushed. "You doing ok?" I asked gently as Henry turned and pressed a kiss to her temple, "Was this along the lines of what you wanted for your first threesome?"
She nodded shyly and settled in more against his body. "I'm doing really fuckin great," she admitted, her cheeks still aflame, "And, uh, yeah, this was exactly what I wanted. I'm going to be sore as hell tomorrow, but it was very VERY worth it."
I smiled contentedly and relaxed, pleased with the role I had played in setting this whole thing up and making it fun for all involved. "I've found that the more people are involved, the more likely you discover a new muscle you had never exercised before," I joked.
Jen laughed and then paused. "I guess I do have a question, then," she continued.
"What's up?" I asked, raising my head again to look her in the eye.
"With exercise options like this, why the fuck did you ever join a gym?"
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