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I (MtF18) had car sex with a person with someone i barely knew (M21)
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For a bit of backstory, i met this guy on a discord server. It was a server dedicated to meeting new people to hookup with in my state. I wanted to explore and experiment a bit so I jumped on it, let everyone know my DMs were open to chat, and after a few hours of waiting i recieved my first message request. I added him and we started chatting. We immediately got into talking sex. I mentioned I wanted to try car sex and/or semi public sex. He said that if we could set up a time and date that works for both of us, he‘d serve. So after a few days of back and forth we finally got a date set up. The plan was to meet after I got off work and he would drive me to a low traffic parking lot and we’d have some fun.
The day came and all during work all I could think of was his cock inside me. After my shift, he picked me up. I couldnt contain myself during the ride and just started stripping down a bit. Not enough to be seen by anyone passing us but just enough to tease him a bit and satify my horniness just a bit. because it was night, we had no problem finding a parking lot. We parked in front of a closed furniture store. We moved to the backseats and he started taking the rest of my clothes off and within what seemed like 30 second, I was already sucking him off. I edged him a bit to tease him. He didnt like that much and punished me by fucking my ass HARD! Like he didnt even warm me up or nothing he just was jackhammering me! God It was amazing! We fucked for at least an hour. It was the best sexual expierence ive ever had! Not exaggerating!
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Constantly need to be filled
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It feels like I’m going crazy… I feel so empty inside. I want to be filled with cum so bad. I want someone to force me down and spread my legs open. I ask them to put on a condom… but what I truly want is for them to tell me no. To put it in me raw and unprotected. To thrust themselves deeper into me until I can’t take it anymore and I’m screaming in pleasure. For them to become animalistic with desire, hungry for my unprotected womb. I don’t stop them. While they’re getting closer to the edge and to the point of no return, I trap my legs around their body so they have no choice but the fill me up with their seed. The realization of what we’ve done to each other takes over. Him realizing that my womb is unprotected and fertile. Me realizing I made him plant his seed in me. The idea makes us hungry for more, and we go for days. Tangled with each other for hours.
A month later, I haven’t heard anything from you since. I almost thought you forgot about me. But I couldn’t stop thinking about you. And the way you filled me up. You reach out again though, and we talk about how insane it was that two strangers were able to feed into each others desires so easily. You want to do it again. And soon.
A few months after that, we’ve kept in contact briefly. Trying to make plans to reconnect, but your life always gets in the way. I so desperately need to see you in person again. I finally get to see you again.
When you find me, the first thing you notice is my protruding belly. Round and full. Pregnant. My breasts bigger than last time. Everything bigger than the last time. You hug me and feel my bump against your stomach. We hold each other there for a little while while you become harder underneath my fat belly. You won’t let me go. You realize why I wanted so badly to see you again, why I craved for you and no one but you for months. You know without a doubt that you’re the one who did this to me. You start rubbing your hands over my swollen belly, moving your way up to my breasts. They’re unfortunately a bit away from producing milk, but you know I’m still going to let you try and milk me. I feel your hard on rubbing against my belly. With all the hormones I’ve been dealing with, it’s killing me to not have you inside me again by now. I lift up my dress for you to reveal I’m not wearing anything underneath. I pull your pants down and make you lie down on your back. I straddle you while taking off my dress, completely bare to you now. My breasts veiny and swollen, my stomach red and fat. You force yourself into me, making me jump up and down with the strength of your thrusts- your hungry desire to fill me up more and more. Finally, when you finish, you let me stay on top. Your satisfied with how much you’ve emptied yourself into me again. But I’m not done with you. I start crushing you with my weight, lowering myself down down down until you’re so deep into me youre near my cervix. I start to milk you, craving more of your seed. I’m so overwhelming full already, yet I haven’t had enough. Knowing I will just keep growing more in the next few weeks makes me hungry to be filled constantly.
I’m so weak for you and your seed. For the ruin you’ll cause on me. For you to change my life and to take control. Make me swollen and fat forever. Make my breasts grow bigger which each pregnancy, make my body comfortable by keeping me huge and round. Give me your seed. I need to be filled.
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[F/D] Home for college
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It was during winter break when this all took place. I had chosen to stay with my dad due to the fact he was gone for most of my senior year and my graduation for his job and I didn’t see him much anyway. Right as soon as I got off the plane, he picked me up in a big hug and squeezed my ass. He commented on how much his little girl had grown ( Im 19) and how excited he was for us to spend Christmas together.
We have always been really touchy with each other so I tired to blow it off from him grabbing me. But those touches kept happening though my stay. Spanking me on my butt when I am cooking or “ accidentally” brushing against my breast.
It would happen when we were in public as well. He would call me his babygirl and buy me things. A waitress even complimented us for being a cute couple and my dad didn’t even correct her.
It wasn’t until we were watching a movie when I just couldn’t take the tension anymore and I moved into his lap. We looked at each other for what seems like forever before he kissed me.
I don’t want to go into a lot of detail but I lost my virginity that night. It was amazing and I’m now thinking of taking classes online so I can stay with my daddy.
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[B/s] An update on my situation with my brother
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So, it have been about three or so months since I posted about me being paranoid that my half-brother could be attracted to me.
Well, ever since then nothing have happened, and I kinda glad it didn't. Back when I made that first post i forgot to say that I WAS starting to consider the whole incest thing with my brother, but the fellings have subsided.
Me and my bro still talk with each other a lot, and there still the occasional dirty joke here and there. I think the most suspicions think he done in this mean time was being insistent that I cosplay Ankha the cat for next year anime event because of that nsfw animation I showed him back in the day lmao
But yeah, nothing happened, i will still going to post any update if anything interesting heppens. And thank you anyone that gave me advice (bad and goods) on my first post.
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Shy 18-Year-Old First Gynecologist Exam with Male Doctor and Resident [F18 / M25 / M30]
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**INTRODUCTION**
Jane's detailed account of her experience with the gynecologist was filled with anxiety, vulnerability, and discomfort, which began even before she arrived at the clinic. As a first-time 18-year-old patient who had never been sexually active, Jane, a petite brunette standing at 5'3" and weighing 110 pounds, spent days researching what to expect during the examination and confided in her friends about her worries. With a 32C bra size and a history of playing volleyball and soccer in high school, she was physically fit and maintained an active lifestyle. Jane decided to visit the gynecologist to get on birth control in preparation for becoming sexually active with her boyfriend. The thought of being intimately examined, especially by male doctors, felt traumatic to her. Jane's apprehension about the experience was understandable, as she had never been in such a vulnerable position before and worried about the level of exposure and intrusion that the examination entailed.
Her only previous experiences at the doctor's office were with a female pediatrician. She had undergone sports physicals before, but those only required undressing down to her sports bra and underwear, a far less invasive experience.
Upon arriving at Planned Parenthood for its affordability and because she had heard that it was mostly women working there, Jane noticed the warm, inviting atmosphere, which helped her feel slightly more comfortable. The staff at the reception desk were friendly and understanding, sensing her unease as they checked her in and handed her some paperwork to fill out. After the medical assistant took her weight and blood pressure, she asked Jane to remove all her clothing and wear a thin gown, leaving her socks on. Jane nervously complied, removing her shorts, t-shirt, bra, and underwear last. As she entered the examination room, Jane was relieved that the doctor was a woman. Dr. Patel introduced herself and asked Jane to sit at the examination table.
"Hi Jane, I'm Dr. Patel. I understand this is your first visit to a gynecologist, so please feel free to ask any questions," Dr. Patel said gently. Jane, too shy to speak, simply shook her head. Dr. Patel asked her why she was there, her menstrual history, and if she was sexually active.
Before Dr. Patel could begin the examination, Dr. Thompson, the male doctor, and Dr. Martin, a male resident, entered the room and interrupted them. "I'm sorry to interrupt," Dr. Thompson said, "but Dr. Patel had to step out momentarily. My name is Dr. Thompson, and I'll perform the rest of the examination. This is Dr. Martin, a resident who will be observing today."
Jane was completely shocked and wanted to decline and request a woman doctor, but she did not have the confidence to protest. She did not want to look immature or rude, so she had to comply, hoping it would be a quick experience, but she was wrong.
She was scared, sitting there completely naked underneath the thin gown with two men staring at her. She couldn't help but feel embarrassed as both Dr. Thompson and Dr. Martin, who were both handsome and Dr. Martin being younger, stood in the room. She wished she could confidently ask for a woman doctor in the lobby. As Dr. Thompson continued the exam, he noticed Jane's discomfort. "I know this can be an uncomfortable experience, especially with a new doctor," Dr. Thompson reassured her. "Please let me know if you need a break or have any questions."
**PATIENT POSITIONING**
Jane's heart raced as Dr. Thompson asked her to lay back on the examination table and place her feet in the stirrups. She hesitantly followed his instructions, putting each foot into the stirrups while keeping her legs closed and scooting down to the end of the table. She could feel Dr. Martin's gaze, adding to her embarrassment and anxiety. "Alright, Jane, I need you to let your knees drop open so we can begin the examination," Dr. Thompson instructed gently. She reluctantly opened her legs, but it wasn't far enough. Dr. Thompson had to push her knees apart to access her genital area. Jane squeezed her eyes shut, wishing she could block out everything happening around her.
However, she wasn't far enough down the table. Dr. Thompson asked her to scoot further down, but when she didn't move enough, he gently grabbed her bare hips and guided her towards him until her buttocks were at the edge of the examination table. Embarrassed, Jane instinctively closed her legs again, but Dr. Thompson reassured her and pushed her knees apart again. "I know this is uncomfortable, Jane, but it's important that you try to relax and keep your legs open for the examination," Dr. Thompson said softly. Jane took a deep breath and tried to steady her racing heart, feeling exposed and vulnerable with her most intimate areas on display for Dr. Thompson and Dr. Martin to see.
As Dr. Thompson snapped on a pair of gloves and positioned a light near Jane's vulva, she tried to focus on her breathing and remind herself that the doctors were professionals and this was a routine procedure. But she couldn't shake the overwhelming embarrassment as she lay there, legs wide open, with two male doctors examining her most private regions.
Jane's embarrassment was compounded by the fact that she was incredibly shy regarding her body. She had never even let her boyfriend perform oral sex on her because she feared exposing her intimate areas to him. And now, here she was, legs wide open in front of two male doctors, allowing them to examine her most private parts. As she lay there, feeling exposed and vulnerable, Jane couldn't help but compare the situation to her personal life. She felt a pang of guilt for not allowing her boyfriend to get close to her in that way, yet she had no choice but to let these strangers examine her.
The irony of the situation only intensified her feelings of embarrassment and vulnerability. She wished she could disappear or fast-forward through the exam but knew she had to endure it. Jane reminded herself that this was a necessary part of maintaining her health. She tried to focus on her breathing to help her stay as calm as possible throughout the examination.
**EXTERNAL EXAMINATION**
As Dr. Thompson proceeded with the external genitalia examination, he explained the process to Jane and Dr. Martin. "During the external examination, we're looking for any signs of infection, irritation, or abnormalities," Dr. Thompson explained. "We'll start by visually inspecting the vulva, labia, and clitoris." Feeling extremely embarrassed and vulnerable, Jane tried to focus on her breathing while Dr. Thompson placed one hand on Jane's inner thigh to prevent startling her with direct contact with her intimate areas. Jane's face reddened as she realized she hadn't shaved her pubic hair the day of the examination. Nervously, she apologized to Dr. Thompson for not shaving, explaining that she thought every woman did it for hygienic reasons. Dr. Martin reassured her that there were still women who left their pubic hair natural and that it was nothing to be embarrassed about. Dr. Thompson didn't seem to notice or care about the hair and continued the examination. Dr. Thompson gently. Dr. Thompson gently moved his left hand from her thigh towards her vulva and then used it with his right hand to separate her labia to inspect the overall area.
Jane felt especially self-conscious about the appearance of her labia, believing that they stuck out too much. She knew it was normal, but she couldn't help feeling insecure during the examination.
"We also need to inspect the area between the labia majora and labia minora for any lesions or abnormalities," Dr. Thompson told Dr. Martin. As he inspected this area, he mentioned that it was normal for the edges of the labia to be slightly darker than the surrounding skin. Jane's face reddened as Dr. Thompson discussed the details of her clitoral examination with Dr. Martin. She was highly aware of the intimate nature of the examination and felt a great deal of embarrassment as Dr. Thompson continued to explain the various aspects of the exam. During the examination, Dr. Thompson noticed some dried secretions between Jane's labia. He pointed this out to Dr. Martin, explaining, "It's not uncommon to find some dried secretions in this area. This is a normal part of the body's self-cleaning process."
"We'll carefully retract the clitoral hood to ensure the clitoris is healthy," Dr. Thompson said, demonstrating the procedure to Dr. Martin. "As you do this, always be gentle and respectful of the patient's comfort." Jane couldn't help but feel embarrassed as Dr. Thompson exposed her most private area to Dr. Martin's watchful gaze. She felt a sudden shiver run down her spine as Dr. Thompson gently swept her clitoral hood with his thumbs, inadvertently sending waves of sensation throughout her body. She tried her best to suppress the unexpected reaction, but it was difficult to ignore the acute sensitivity of her clitoris. Seeing Jane's reaction, Dr. Thompson addressed Dr. Martin, saying, "The clitoris is an extremely sensitive organ, so it's important to be very gentle and careful during the examination." He continued, "When inspecting the clitoris, you should look for any signs of enlargement, discoloration, or abnormal discharge. These may indicate inflammation, infection, or other health concerns."
During the external genitalia examination, Jane couldn't help but feel ashamed as her Bartholin glands produced excess fluid in response to the examination. Dr. Thompson, noticing her embarrassment, said, "It's completely normal for your body to have a natural response to touch. There's nothing to be embarrassed about."
Dr. Thompson continued, "Next, we'll check the introitus or vaginal opening for any issues." He gently separated the labia minora with two hands to reveal the vaginal opening, and Jane felt an additional wave of embarrassment wash over her. As he inspected the introitus, Dr. Thompson explained to Dr. Martin what they were looking for. "During this part of the examination, it's important to assess the vaginal opening for any signs of inflammation, discharge, or abnormal coloration which may indicate infection or other health concerns," he said.
Lastly, Dr. Thompson explained to Dr. Martin the importance of inspecting the anal area for signs of hemorrhoids or diseases. "Now, we'll separate the patient's buttocks for inspecting the anus for any issues," he said. Jane's face flushed with embarrassment as Dr. Thompson gently parted her buttocks, allowing Dr. Martin to observe the examination. Throughout the external genitalia examination, Jane felt a mix of vulnerability, humiliation, and discomfort. She was keenly aware of Dr. Martin's presence as Dr. Thompson examined her most intimate areas. She couldn't help but feel ashamed of her body's natural reactions to the examination. Despite her embarrassment, she knew this thorough examination was crucial for her health and well-being.
While examining Jane's anus, Dr. Thompson commented on the healthy appearance of the area. "The creases we see here are normal, and it's not uncommon for the skin around the anus to be darker than other parts of the body," he said to Dr. Martin. "Also, the presence of hair in this area is natural and nothing to be concerned about." Jane appreciated Dr. Thompson's professional and reassuring tone, although she felt vulnerable and exposed during the examination.
Throughout the external genitalia examination, Jane experienced various emotions, from embarrassment and vulnerability to shyness and humiliation. She had never exposed her anus to anyone before, and now she found herself in a situation where she had to reveal this most private area in front of two handsome men. This only intensified her feelings of vulnerability and embarrassment.
She tried to cope with these feelings by focusing on her breathing, closing her eyes, and looking away when Dr. Thompson and Dr. Martin maintained eye contact to ensure she was comfortable. Jane understood that the examination was necessary for her overall health, but that didn't lessen the intensity of the experience for her. She was grateful for Dr. Thompson's and Dr. Martin's professionalism and sensitivity during this delicate and personal process.
**PAP SMEAR**
Before starting the pap smear, Dr. Thompson explained the procedure to Jane. "We'll be using a speculum to open your vagina, allowing us to collect a sample of cells from your cervix. This is an essential part of the examination to screen for any abnormalities or signs of cervical cancer. It's important to have these tests annually."
After Dr. Thompson announced that the pap smear test was next, Jane took the opportunity to regain whatever modesty she could and closed her legs while Dr. Thompson rolled his stool a short distance away to grab the speculum. Jane glanced at the metal speculum and felt scared. Dr. Thompson noticed her apprehension, showed her the speculum, and explained how it worked to both Jane and Dr. Martin.
Dr. Thompson explained its purpose to Jane. "The speculum is designed to gently open your vagina, allowing us to examine your cervix and collect a sample. It might look a bit like clamps with duck bills, but I assure you that it's made to be as comfortable as possible during the exam."
Jane took a deep breath as Dr. Thompson positioned the speculum. "I'm nervous about this part," she admitted. Dr. Thompson reassured her, saying, "It's normal to feel nervous, Jane. Just take deep breaths and try to relax. I'll go slow, and if you need me to stop at any point, just let me know." Dr. Martin, sensing Jane's discomfort, tried to offer some support. "You're doing really well, Jane. Just a little bit longer, and we'll finish this part of the exam."
Once again, Dr. Thompson had to gently encourage her to adjust her position further and tell her to relax, reassuring her that she was doing a good job. He parted her labia with his left hand and slowly inserted the speculum. The cold metal made her flinch, and she curled her toes. Jane winced as it hurt when he opened the speculum before clicking it in place to lock it open. As the speculum opened inside her, Jane couldn't help but gasp at the strange sensation. "It feels so weird," she said, her voice trembling. Dr. Thompson acknowledged her feelings, saying, "It's an unusual sensation. Just remember that this is an important exam part and will be over soon."
Dr. Thompson explained what they were looking for with the swabs, including sexually transmitted infections. Dr. Thompson proceeded with the pap smear, inserting the brush between the opening of the speculum into Jane's vagina, and it hurt for a moment as the brush scraped her cervix. Dr. Thompson noticed her discomfort and reassured her, saying, "It's normal to feel a bit uncomfortable during this part of the examination, but it should be over quickly."
Dr. Thompson commented that Jane's cervix looked healthy and asked Dr. Martin to come over and take a closer look at what a healthy cervix should look like. Jane tried to focus on her breathing as the speculum expanded, feeling as if she was being exposed in a way she had never experienced before. She felt emotionally vulnerable as if someone was looking deep into her soul. She hated Dr. Martin's presence, observing her most intimate areas, much less partaking in the exam, but she felt powerless to protest.
Dr. Thompson handed the extra brush to Dr. Martin, saying, "Dr. Martin, it's your turn to try taking a sample. Remember to be gentle and move the brush in a circular motion around the cervix."
Dr. Martin nodded, replying, "Understood, Dr. Thompson. I'll be careful." As he took the brush from Dr. Thompson, he looked at Jane and said, "Don't worry, Jane. I'll do my best to be gentle and quick." Jane braced herself, feeling even more vulnerable as the inexperienced doctor was about to participate in the examination.
As Dr. Martin took the swab, his inexperience led to Jane feeling pain. She winced, and Dr. Martin quickly reassured and apologized for causing her discomfort. "I'm sorry, Jane. I didn't mean to hurt you." Despite her discomfort, she knew this was crucial to maintaining her health.
Jane felt less exposed with the speculum covering her labia, which she was self-conscious about. This small comfort was the only thing that helped her manage the anxiety and vulnerability she was experiencing during the examination.
At the end of the speculum exam, Dr. Thompson guided Dr. Martin through the process of removing the speculum. He said, "It's important to remove the speculum gently to avoid causing any unnecessary pain or discomfort. Make sure to tilt it at an angle as you pull it out, so it doesn't pinch the patient."
Following Dr. Thompson's instructions, Dr. Martin carefully removed the speculum, ensuring Jane's comfort during this final step of the pap smear. Jane immediately closed her legs, feeling a sense of relief but also dreading the upcoming, even more embarrassing ordeal. Dr. Thompson praised her for her bravery during the exam, saying, "You did an excellent job, Jane. I understand how difficult that exam part can be, and you handled it very well."
As Jane lay on the table, she clenched her fists and curled her toes, trying to manage the pain and discomfort she had just experienced. As the examination continued, Jane struggled to overcome the embarrassment, humiliation, and shyness that she felt. Her emotions weighed heavily on her, making it difficult to find solace in the importance of the exam for her health and well-being. Despite the support from Dr. Thompson and Dr. Martin, the ordeal felt overwhelming for her.
Jane's feelings of vulnerability and discomfort did not dissipate as the examination progressed. Instead, she felt a deep sense of powerlessness and anxiety, which only seemed to grow stronger. She questioned her ability to endure the examination and wondered if she could ever truly overcome the embarrassment and humiliation she experienced during this process.
**BIMANUAL EXAMINATION**
As they wrapped up the pap smear portion of the exam, Dr. Thompson announced, "Next, we will perform the bimanual examination, and then we'll be almost done." Jane braced herself for the next part of the exam, which she had dreaded almost as much as the pap smear.
Dr. Thompson explained the process to Jane, saying, "I'm going to insert two fingers into your vagina while pressing on your lower abdomen with my other hand. This allows me to feel your uterus, ovaries, and fallopian tubes and check for abnormalities or masses." He then turned to Dr. Martin and instructed, "Make sure you apply lubrication to your gloved fingers to minimize discomfort for the patient."
Jane tried to relax as Dr. Thompson carefully inserted his lubricated fingers into her vagina. As his fingers slid in, his knuckles inadvertently brushed her clitoris, causing a weird sensation that made her squirm. The feeling was unexpected and embarrassing, amplifying Jane's discomfort during the procedure. She focused on breathing while Dr. Thompson pressed on her lower abdomen, searching for abnormalities. He moved his fingers gently, feeling her uterus and ovaries for any signs of masses or abnormalities.
Feeling Dr. Thompson's fingers inside her was a sensation that Jane felt should be reserved only for her significant other. The intimacy of the examination made her feel violated and exposed. She couldn't explain the feeling of having a stranger's fingers inside her, and it made her cringe.
Throughout the exam, Jane kept trying to close her legs out of instinct, feeling exposed and vulnerable. Both Dr. Thompson and Dr. Martin had to gently remind her to relax and pushed her knees apart to maintain access for the examination. Her arms were folded tightly across her chest, and she covered her face multiple times during this portion of the exam, forcing the doctors to pause.
Dr. Thompson told Dr. Martin, "Now, it's your turn to try the bimanual examination. Remember to be gentle and respectful of the patient's comfort." Jane felt her face flush with embarrassment as she realized Dr. Martin would also examine her. She never imagined that her first gynecological exam would involve two doctors touching her most intimate areas. It was, by far, the most embarrassing experience she had ever gone through. She tried to keep her composure and remind herself that it was for her health.
As Dr. Martin prepared to perform those exams on Jane, she couldn't help but feel more embarrassed with him than she had been with Dr. Thompson. Dr. Martin was younger, closer to her age, which made the situation feel even more awkward and vulnerable. Dr. Martin tried to ease the tension by smiling at her, but it only made things worse for Jane. The sensation of having a stranger's fingers inside her felt like a violation, something she believed should be reserved only for her significant other.
Dr. Martin carefully inserted his lubricated fingers into Jane's vagina, but she involuntarily tightened her vaginal muscles as he did so. He noticed the tension and gently said, "Jane, I can feel your muscles tightening up. It's normal to feel nervous during an exam like this, but I need you to try to relax as much as possible. Take a few deep breaths, and we'll continue when you're ready."
Feeling embarrassed and vulnerable with the young doctor, Jane tried her best to relax her muscles. She took a few deep breaths and focused on calming her nerves. After a few moments, she gave Dr. Martin a small nod indicating she was ready to continue.
Dr. Martin resumed the examination, inserting his fingers gently and pressing them on her lower abdomen. He was attentive to Jane's comfort, frequently checking in to ensure she was doing okay. During the bimanual examination, Dr. Martin inadvertently moved his fingers in a way that rubbed against her clitoris, causing Jane to gasp at the sudden sensation. "I'm sorry, Jane," Dr. Martin apologized, his cheeks turning red with embarrassment. "I didn't mean to do that."
As the examination continued, Dr. Thompson and Dr. Martin engaged in dialogue, discussing the proper technique and their findings. They commented on her vaginal muscles being tight for being young and nulliparous. Jane listened to their conversation, feeling even more self-conscious as they discussed her body. She wished the examination would end soon, so she could regain her privacy and leave the room.
Dr. Martin tried to look at Jane's face to gauge her comfort, but she couldn't maintain eye contact. She felt too embarrassed, violated, and vulnerable, given the situation. Instead, she stared at the ceiling, focusing on her breathing and attempting to regain some semblance of composure.
After a few more moments, Dr. Martin finished his part of the bimanual examination, carefully removing his fingers from her vagina. Jane couldn't help but feel relieved that the most invasive part of the exam was finally over. She silently hoped that she wouldn't have to endure any more discomfort or embarrassment.
Throughout the entire examination, Jane struggled with feelings of powerlessness and anxiety. The presence of Dr. Martin, a young doctor who was learning and observing her most intimate areas, added another layer of unease. Although she disliked his presence and involvement in the exam, Jane felt powerless to protest or object. She understood that the examination was crucial for her health, but it didn't make the experience any less challenging for her.
**RECTOVAGINAL EXAMINATION**
Jane thought it was over, but it was far from over. The worst was about to come. Dr. Thompson grabbed new gloves and handed them to Dr. Martin. Jane knew what was coming, and she couldn't believe it would happen. When she had done her research, none of the descriptions of standard gynecological exams she found on health websites mentioned anything about a rectovaginal exam. She was shocked and in disbelief when she heard about it.
As Dr. Thompson prepared for the rectovaginal examination, he explained to Jane, "This procedure is necessary to check for abnormalities in the uterus, cervix, and ovaries. I'll insert my lubricated index finger into your vagina and my middle finger into your rectum while using my other hand to feel your lower abdomen. This portion of the exam might make you feel like you have bowel movements, but I'll be as gentle as possible."
Seeing the shock and apprehension on Jane's face, Dr. Thompson tried to reassure her. "It might sound intimidating, but it's an important examination part, and it'll be over quickly."
With a hesitant nod, Jane permitted Dr. Thompson to proceed. As he applied lubrication to his gloved fingers, she clenched the sides of the examination table, bracing herself for the intrusion. As Dr. Thompson gently inserted his fingers, Jane couldn't help but feel more violated than during the bimanual exam. The uncomfortable sensations of someone's fingers in her rectum were indescribable and unlike anything she had ever experienced. She thought to herself how she would never let any future significant other enter that area, but here she was, having to comply with two stranger men.
Dr. Thompson, sensing her discomfort, spoke gently to her, "You're doing great, Jane. Just a few more moments and this part will be done."
As Dr. Thompson moved his fingers, Jane did her best to remain still despite feeling embarrassed and vulnerable. Finally, he carefully withdrew his fingers, and Jane breathed a small sigh of relief.
"You did very well, Jane. This part of the examination can be especially uncomfortable, but it's essential for your health. We'll be moving on to the next step," Dr. Thompson said reassuringly.
After Dr. Thompson completed the rectovaginal exam, he turned to Dr. Martin and said, "Now, it's your turn to try the rectovaginal exam. Remember to use lubrication and insert your fingers gently to minimize discomfort."
Jane's heart raced as she heard Dr. Thompson instructing Dr. Martin. The thought of another person performing such an invasive exam on her, especially someone who was learning, made her feel even more embarrassed and vulnerable. She couldn't help but blush intensely, trying to prepare herself for the discomfort she knew mentally was coming.
Dr. Martin, noticing Jane's distress, tried to reassure her. "I know this is uncomfortable, Jane, but I'll be as gentle as possible. This is an important exam part, and it'll be over quickly."
With a shaky breath, Jane nodded, permitting Dr. Martin to proceed. As he applied lubrication to his gloved fingers, Jane gripped the sides of the examination table, bracing herself for the intrusion. As Dr. Martin gently inserted his fingers, Jane couldn't help but squirm and let out a small whimper. The feeling was just as invasive and overwhelming as when Dr. Thompson had performed the exam. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to focus on her breathing and the fact that this would soon be over.
Dr. Martin, sensing her discomfort, slowly wiggled his fingers around to learn, which caused Jane even more distress. After a few moments, he completed the examination and carefully withdrew his fingers. Before doing so, Dr. Thompson instructed Dr. Martin to take a stool sample on his glove and rub it on a test kit to check for occult blood. Jane was shocked that they saw her stool sample. Afterwards, Dr. Thompson took a wet wipe and wiped her vaginal and anus area to clean off the lubricates before asking her to sit upright for a breast exam.
"You did great, Jane. I appreciate your patience and cooperation. That's the last of the invasive exams, and we'll be wrapping up the appointment shortly," Dr. Martin said with a reassuring smile.
**BREAST EXAM**
Once both doctors had completed their examinations, Dr. Thompson said, "That concludes the breast examination, Jane. You did very well, and we appreciate your cooperation. If you have any questions or concerns, please don't hesitate to ask."
Overwhelmed by her emotions, Jane remained silent. She felt embarrassed, shy, powerless, and vulnerable throughout the exam. Although she knew the importance of the examination, she couldn't shake the uncomfortable emotions that filled her.
As the doctors finished up, Jane tried to hold back tears, feeling a mix of relief that the exam was over and the lingering impact of the invasive procedures. She didn't have the words to express her feelings, but she knew she needed to prioritize her health despite the challenging experiences she had faced during the appointment.
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[B/S] I (m18) saw my sister (f21) topless and I cannot stop thinking about her tits - (Update - 2)
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I am just going to continue from where I left. My sister made a comment in the morning whether I was feeling ok, since I went to the bathroom a few times last night and I don’t normally do this. She is a bit of a worrying kind. She asks me these kind of things like she’s my mother. I told her I’m fine, just couldn’t sleep properly.
This was in the morning and then we had some breakfast with mum and everyone went to work. The rest of the day was normal, I got busy at work and hardly thought about my sister.
I got home and my sister shouted hello from the living room. I said hi back and went upstairs to my room to change. I came downstairs and went to the kitchen for a bit of snacks and came to the living room. My sister was sitting on the couch scrolling on her phone both legs up on the couch. Her back was facing the door, and was resting against the arm of the couch. Just when I was walking past her, I looked down and I was a bit surprised when I noticed that she wasn’t wearing a bra. It was a bit obvious that she doesn’t have a bra on, I didn’t even have to look twice. She had a light coloured thin T-shirt on and I could make the shape of her tits and her nipples. The shirt wasn’t a baggy one and it was sticking to her skin. I’m sure if I could look closely I could have seen the redness of her nipples
I don’t think I’ve ever seen her without a bra at this time of the day so it felt very unusual. She takes it off before going to bed though. I know this because even though I’ve seen her topless for the first time just recently, I have always paid attention to her breast and ass region. (I’ve always tried to be very discreet about it).
I sat down on the other side of the couch, resting my back against the arm and my heart was racing by now. We always sit on the opposite side of the same couch facing each other. The other smaller sofa on the side is reserved for mum. It’s not a huge couch and sometimes we end up kicking each other when stretching our legs at the same time. Sometimes we just kick each other for a laugh. Anyway, she had her gym shorts on and both legs crossed on the side, her ass was kind of on display towards me. She has a thicc ass and sitting the way she was sitting was bringing out the most perfect shape of her ass. I crossed my legs too, the difference being, I was trying to hide my erection.
I noticed her looking up at me a few times as she scrolled through her phone which she had placed in her lap against her belly. I was doing several things at a time. Scrolling through my phone then moving my attention to the tv (which was playing on my right) and then looking at her whenever I felt like she wasn’t looking. We spent about an hour in the room having a chat here and there about what’s for dinner etc. She then left the room and went upstairs. I tried to think about something else and put a movie on. Mum came home after a bit. We were having a takeaway that evening and mum had picked up the food. I set the table whilst mum went upstairs and changed and she also asked my sister to come down for dinner. We all sat down and started to enjoy our dinner. My sister now had a hoodie on top of her T-shirt and it was fully zipped up.
The whole thing has left me a bit confused. I can’t help but think that she is trying to tease me. At the same time, I feel like I might be overthinking. She might just be feeling more comfortable without a bra. But why would she cover herself more in front of mum. It’s getting cold but our house always have a decent heating on, so it didn’t entirely make any sense for her to put a hoodie on. Mum and I were only wearing a T-shirt.
I guess I am just feeling a little more sexual around her and trying to look for signs that may not be there. I liked a comment where someone has said ‘’she has tits, you like tits, it’s not the worst thing’’. It kind of made me feel better and I am not feeling as guilty about thinking about my sister during my happy hour.
Also, it was highlighted in the comments that women can feel threatened if someone barge in on them and they may feel that it was intentional. This was my real concern that my sister may think I did it deliberately. As mentioned in my previous post, my sister believes me that it was an honest mistake walking in on her and she doesn’t think it was intentional. I could tell that she doesn’t feel threatened and believes me, which was a big relief. She knows me very well and she can tell when I am bullshitting and when I am telling the truth.
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Coffee Delivery [MF 30s][Vanilla]
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You hear a knock at your office door, you look over your shoulder to see me leaning on the door frame, brown steel toes, jeans, a flannel shirt and a coffee in my hand. You tell me you'll just be a minute. Seeing you bent over your desk, the shape of your perfect ass in that skirt I have other ideas. I step into the office and pull the door closed, the heel of my work boot firmly pushing it closed. My spare hand locks the door handle. I set the coffee on a bookcase and walk towards you. You stand up at the approach of my boots just in time for my hands to firmly grab your hips and spin you around. I attack your lips with mine, one hand firmly griping your waist and pulling you to me. The other reaches down and slides the zipper on the hem of your skirt up. You yelp when my hands grab your waist, pick you up and set you down abruptly on the desk. You immediately unbuckle my belt and start at the button on my jeans, my hands run up your thighs and I hook my fingertips around your black lace panties still soaked with my cum from our lovemaking earlier that morning. I quickly pull them off and set them on the desk beside you. I kiss you again. You reach down and guide my hard cock inside you, your pussy still slick from the cum I filled you with earlier. Once the head of my cock is inside you I grab your hips with both hands and thrust inside you. Another yelp escapes your lips and your finger nails dig into my arms. The second thrust causes you to moan again, this time my hand shoots up and clamps over your mouth. My hand still clamped over your mouth I start to press my hips to yours, my cock pushing deep inside you. I hear you moan through my hand, I want both of my hands on you as I fuck you so suddenly I stop. I take my hand away from your mouth, you see the smirk on my face and know something's coming. I kiss you deeply, after I break the kiss one hand reaches up my thumb on your chin, index finger underneath it. I slowly pull your chin down opening your mouth. Without breaking your gaze I push your cum soaked panties into your open lips. Satisfied the panties I've shoved in your mouth should stifle your cries I grab your waist with both hands and then I fuck you. I fuck you with a primal desire to be deeper inside you with every thrust. You wrap your legs around my waist in an attempt to match that desire. I reach up and wrap a hand firmly around your throat, you look into my eyes, a stifled moan every time my cock slams into you. Suddenly I feel your pussy tighten around my cock, your cheeks flush and your eyes clamp shut. The tight grip around me and the desire to share this moment with you push me to the edge. A moan that shifts into a whimper escapes your lips and I feel your pussy twitch around me. I make one final thrust. I pull you closer and turn your head with the grip I have around your throat. I press my face against the side of yours and you hear a low growl from my throat as my cock finally pumps its warm seed inside you. A couple moments later I slowly and regretfully slide my cock out of you, your body shutters as I do. My cum spills out of your swollen lips and drips onto the desk. I pull my pants up and buckle my belt. I fetch the coffee off the bookcase and set it on the desk. I kiss you on the cheek "I thought you could use this, I'll see you at home love" I walk to the door open it a crack to make sure it's clear and step out. The closing of the door snaps you out of the daze the whole event left you in.
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The Scientific Method Pt.I [M24][F30] [Light fdom] [oral] [fantasy]
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*Alchemy Lab. 10 Minutes. Mandatory Test*
“Assistant - good. Early by 3 minutes, 13 seconds. Punctuality and responsiveness are admirable qualities.” The Doctor announced, not looking away from the table of glass flasks. In the door stood her loyal assistant of 2 years - one Colfrid Fisher, looking into the room with suspicion.
*Something is wrong* Colfrid thought, *two compliments in the same sentence with no instruction. That means either she’s buttering me up for something hellish….or the test already started.*
A quick survey of the room told Colfrid the answer to his binary: the normally clear and clean room had a faint yet distinct bluish fog, and plenty of concoctions lined up in rows upon the tables. An almost imperceptible metallic scent permeated the air. He was caught in her web of analysis before he even cleared the threshold. His chest tightened, an unusual sensation.
Dr. Szaren turned around quickly on one foot. She pierced Colfrid’s eyes with her focus.
“Assistant, I have a task for you I think you will find agreeable. I find myself in an irksome situation that requires me to have a sort of romantic partner. Thusly I have analyzed my prospects and found that you, my assistant are the best possible solution.”
Colfrid stood, dazed as if someone struck him, “I’m sorry doctor I don’t understand. I was unaware you even knew what romance was, far less have any sort of interest in your lab assistant.”
The doctor held up a finger, “Cheeky, but unnecessary.” For now you will work with only relevant information and should the results please I may share more of the situation with you. For now, a simple test: we need to ensure peak physical and sexual performance.”
Colfrid was at a loss. “Excuse me? Why? You must be joking.”
The doctors gaze betrayed a hint of annoyance, “I do not joke Colfrid, and we can discuss specifics during the next break in my schedule. Take a deep breath and remove your clothes, you should find it easy.”
The metallic scent hung thick in the air, and Colfrid quietly cursed himself upon realizing he was indeed feeling light in the head and a warmth growing in his abdomen.
“You’ve created an airborne aphrodisiac have you?” He deduced.
The Doctors annoyance boiled over as she rolled her eyes, “for gods sake since when does a man refuse a free fuck?” She sighed as she grasped the sides of her shirts neck and split it open. Revealing large breasts and pale, freckled skin down to her waist.
Colfrid found himself staring, strange for a man who usually keeps his head down. The chemicals clearly worked, his pants strained against his arousal, though he remained stubbornly still.
Dr Szaren walked to her annoyingly stalwart assistant, pressing her body against his and grabbing his wrist. She glared at eye level, her bright green eyes meeting his nearly black irises.
“I do not like this situation I find myself in. So please - do me a favor and just *go with it* for now. I won’t hurt you. And this isn’t a trick. I need to gauge your…prowess. The least you can do is help make this less awkward.” She loosened her grip and guided his hand to her soft, ample breast. Colfrid had never known Dr Szaren to be vulnerable. And he was her assistant after all.
“A…apologies doctor. You caught me at quite the disadvantage.” He absently ran his thumb across the nipple she held his hand to. He felt a tension in his abdomen that felt like taut leather. She pressed her chest against his hand further and brought her face close.
“Call me Aneya for now.” She kissed him before he could respond. He squeezed her breast as she continued to guide his wrist. Her other arm slid down and loosed the belt on his waist. It was all that was needed to push him over the edge.
Colfrid made a valiant attempt to take charge, using his left hand to hold her waist and guide her to a mostly empty table, he hoisted her up so she was sitting on the edge. He began to move his waist closer, but was met with a hand atop his head, pushing him down.
“First things first.” Aneya instructed. Colfrid was nothing if not good at adapting to instructions and swiftly fell on his own knees, unfastened her long skirt and brought his face between her legs, pressing his tongue against her labia as warm thigh enclosed around his ears.
“Oh gods, Col, that’s good,” she sighed, running her fingers through his black curly hair. He only pressed on, encouraged and aroused by the sounds of her pleasure, running his tongue in circles on her clit, before moving it down and inserting it inside her, savoring the taste.
Aneya arched her back and let out a long moan. She began to grind her pelvis against Colfrid’s exploring tongue, letting the waves of pleasure wash over her as her breaths became rhythmic and matched with her voice.
Meanwhile Colfrid worked his task diligently, flexing his tongue in, out, and across the length of her soaked genitals, quaking thighs pressing against his temples. He could feel her moans and gasps vibrate throughout her body. He was unbelievably aroused at the experience, his whole body felt hot, and his member rigid nearly to the point of pain. Perhaps it was the airborne concoction, or maybe simply the heat of the moment, but for that instant Col wanted one thing: to feel his Madame’s climax shake throughout her body, and leave her gasping for air.
He did not have to wait long for his wish. Her legs quaked, her breath shaking and quick, and her sighs and soft moans had long given way to a gasping, barely contained yell. He quickened his pace, and as he pressed down once last time against her clit, he felt her legs lock with a spasm.
She heaved a shout that failed her voice and became a soundless scream of manic ecstasy, a barely audible exhale left her lungs as the tsunami of sexual satisfaction lulled into throbbing waves. She nearly collapsed onto the tables, catching herself with weakened arms. She looked down her apprentice; he sat panting, a look of pride and expectant lust in his eyes. His cock twitched, leaking precum down the shaft. She smiled.
“Excellent work,” she gasped, “but the exam is still incomplete, Apprentice
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[m/s] My (39F) mother and I (25) are getting married.
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I don't even know how to start this, I'm at a lost for words. I use to scroll through this sub reddit a few years ago. I did it Just for the fun of it and to get in a few faps here and there to some good steamy stories. I never thought I would be the steamy story but here I am.
I guess I will start by laying down some back story. I never knew who my mother was. I knew nothing about my life before I was placed for adoption. I assumed my whole life that I was not wanted and I held resentment toward my mother I never knew.
I had set my mind on never contacting her, even though I knew I could once I turned 18. If she didn't want me why would I want to speak to her or have anything to do with her?
I am currently 25. I use to live on my own in an apartment. I use to go on tinder a lot and meet with a lot women. I tended toward milfs (I have a fetish for older women.) who don't have kids. I don't like dealing with baby daddys who want to fight me for sleeping with their so called "woman".
About two years ago when I was 23 I started getting tired of this life style of "hook-up" culture. I wanted to settle down, find the right woman who is ready to settle with me. through out my life I found it hard to find a women without kids who was ready for the life I was offering. Well that was until I started taking dating more serios. I was swiping through tinder (I know not the perfect app, but it did he trick) and I found a women, let's call her Emily. She was different from the other type of older women I use to date/one night stands. in her profile she was not dressed "exotically" and she had one kid (Not ideal but still manageable). We both matched and began to hit it off. She was 37 (she is 39 now).
We decided to meet up for a dinner date. We talked about finance, but I mainly asked if she wanted more kids and she said yes. I was happy. She was actually pretty difficult to get her to let me have sex with her, she was acting playful, she would give me head inside my car (amazingly if I may add.) But she didn't let me get to home base until a few weeks later. I assumed she was testing the waters. After that I felt a strong connection, maybe because she was playing hard to get.
We dated for a couple months, at this point I met her son, who looked almost identical to my young self, but in the moment I thought nothing of it. I felt like we were both feeling each others vibe. But at this point I was not sure whether or not I wanted to marry her or even move in with her. I had mixed feelings. I loved her, but I was not head over heels in love with her or so I thought.
a eight months had passed, it was my birth day and Emily surprised me with a shocking gift, she was pregnant. My mind was racing, but at that point any thoughts of leaving left my mind. I was completely committed to her. I even asked her to marry her, we are presently planning the wedding. her pregnancy' went smooth, no major health problems. We had beautiful baby boy.
I guess that brings us pretty much to present day. Where is the incest you might be wondering? Well let me tell you how I found out my faience is my biological mother. Looking at my son as I held in my arms made me emotional. I would cry, while cuddling with Emily. She asked me what the problem was. I told her about my mother and how she left me for adoption. I never went into much detail with her or that I changed me name when I turned 18.
She convinced me that I should reach out to my mother and I decided to go to the agency that had my adoption records. I finally got a hold of my records, at first I was nervous, but when I read the record I felt sick. I found out the women I have a baby with, the woman I am about to marry is my own mother.
Now I don't know what to do. Should I tell my wife (mother?)? The weird part is that I am more afraid of her leaving me than I am about her being my mother. I love her, she is my soul mate, but I don't know if our love can beat the pressure that society puts on us not to stay together.
Emily is asking me about the records and if I found my mother. I have been dodging the question. We have not had sex since I found out. A part of me tells me I should tell her before do anything involving sex. It has been hard since she is a pretty sexually active women who loves pleasing me. I think she is starting to suspect something is up. I don't think I can hide it much longer. what should I do?
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[M/S] [A/ne] I am very attracted to my sons. Update 378. A big surprise for my well-behaved nephew. Part 2.
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Tommy stood, as I commanded, and posed for some pictures. I was impressed at how well he played the part of a girl and soon, I felt the need to feel like a man.
Turning him away from me, I bent him over a chair that overlooked the city below and tossed his dress over his back. As I lubed up my big and intimidating Mommy-Cock, he moved his panties to the side. A potent exhilaration filled my body, and I felt the need to defile him vigorously. His hands gripped the chair and I hissed "Are you ready, little girl?" through a perfervid smile.
"Yes Mommy" he responded, and I began to slowly push my toy inside of him.
What ensued was a whirlwind of lust and power. Tommy, dressed as a girl and wearing his cage took my special dick without complaint. I pounded his succulent, little ass without mercy and we both loved it. After a few minutes, I had to slow myself down out of concern for his safety.
Once I had finished corrupting him sexually, we had a drink together and then went to dinner. The server referred to Tommy as my daughter and neither of us corrected her. After we ate, we strolled the downtown shopping center and browsed for clothes and jewelry. Other than trying to hide his face when pretty girls walked by, he behaved quite well, and I was a proud of him.
Back in the room, we got undressed and I gave him a long slow bath while I sang softly to him. Once the makeup was off and he looked like himself, he got out of the tub, and I removed his cage. Immediately, his hammy grew hard and strong. I instructed him to sit quietly and wait for his surprise. The next few minutes were spent choosing and setting up the best place to watch the show that was about to unfold.
I told him not to touch himself and I went downstairs. In the lobby, I saw her walk in and I considered having her for myself, but Tommy had earned this. The escort was beautiful and a young woman from Guyana. We spoke briefly and I told her it was my younger boyfriend's birthday, and she was his surprise gift.
After a bit of small talk, we rode the elevator, and she carried the scent of Spring flowers. I had her wait by the television, and I went into the bedroom. Without a word, I sat on a chair next to my sparkling wine, cigarettes and camera. Then I called her in.
Tommy looked shocked and mesmerized at the sight of the woman before him. "Stand up and be a gentleman." I demanded.
They introduced themselves and I informed Tommy that she was all for him. I waved the back of my hand toward the escort, and she began to kiss Tommy's neck and remove his clothes. As they started to play, I tossed a box of condoms on the bed.
Tommy did not last particularly long but he had a wonderful time and repeatedly thanked me. I tipped the girl and, after she left, decided I needed fucked my him too.
I felt like the best Auntie on earth.
**My nephew is 19 and my sons are 22 and 27. I understand it would "really help you out" if you could see my face, but it's never going to happen.**
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Hot Neighbor (Part 1)
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Hot Neighbor (Part 1)
I laid on my bed, left the curtains and drapes open. I know you could see my room from your balcony. I’m hoping you are there right now. Watching me.
I stripped off my dress and left my pair of red lace bra and thongs on. With you in mind, I touched my neck, shoulders, inner arms and chest. Used two hands to caress and massage my breasts. Played with my nipples till they’re marble hard. Twisting, pulling, pinching . Each move sends waves of lust and ecstasy in my whole being. I am so consumed with thoughts of you. I could easily bring myself to orgasm just with nipple play. But I want to take my time.
I sat and pulled my favorite toy from my drawer. I really wish you are watching right now. I laid back down. Put the toy on my side, I then touched my stomach, belly, inner thighs and down to my moist lips. I’m already soaking . I ran my fingers on my slit avoiding the clitoris that’s yearning to be touched.
Is that you I see standing on the balcony watching Intently? One hand on your chest and the other grazing your crotch? If yes, you’re in for a good show baby. The idea of you, my hot neighbor, makes me even hornier.
My mind is occupied by you. I can’t stop thinking about you. Your dark wavy hair, dark eyes, sexy lips and nose. Your chest .Mmmmm…I want you so bad and i know you do too. After running my fingers on my pussy lips, I inserted a finger, felt my warmth and wetness, the throbbing flesh gripping my finger. I put in another one. My pointy finger and middle finger expertly pleasuring my whole being.
My other hand played with my now throbbing clit. Small circles, big circles, clockwise, counter-clockwise… the desire I’m feeling is so intense. I am so ready for my toy and I know you are watching and perhaps enjoying the show I am putting up for you. I licked my fingers and sucked them, tasting myself. Mmmmm…. It turned me on more knowing you’re watching as I suck the cream and juices from my fingers .
[Part 2 will be posted later.]
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Uncle's Hypnosis Game [M/F, Mind Control/Hypnosis Video Game, Corruption, Humiliation, Sexual Enslavement, Uncle/Niece Incest]
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Disclaimer: This is a work of erotic mind control fiction with elements of coerced sexual activity; all characters are 18+
**UNCLE'S HYPNOSIS GAME, PART 1**
“WIN FREE PRIZES – LIKE A NEW CAR!”
The words are bright and flashing on my Uncle Joe’s laptop screen. He’s asleep on the couch—like usual—with a beer bottle clutched in one hand and his computer resting on his round gut. I tiptoe over to him, knowing that the advertisement is probably a scam but curious anyway. I could really use a car. Ever since I moved in with my dad and his two brothers, I’ve had to walk my tired ass to school and back every weekday. My mom used to drive me when I lived with her, but then she met some guy on the internet and ended up moving across the country to be with him; I didn’t want to leave all my friends, or my hometown, so now I’m here with aging, male divorcees.
*What the hell was Uncle Joe looking at?* I wonder as I crouch to get a better look at the screen.
It looks like some sort of game site, with colorful, cartoony images of farms and livestock. I glance at my sleeping uncle’s grizzled face, my lips quirking. Who knew such a mean, old bastard could like playing childish shit on the internet? Not me, that’s for certain.
I turn my attention back to the flashing words and read the little note under that says to plug in some headphones and watch a promotional video for a chance to win big.
*Maybe it’s not a scam*, I think to myself hopefully. It probably just has very low odds of winning anything good, and as I carefully remove the laptop from Joe’s belly, I notice that the flashing words change periodically to list other prizes like in-game currency and FarmerVilla merchandise.
Which means I’m kind of helping my uncle out by even watching the video in the first place, I convince myself as I scurry off with his laptop, eager to search my room for some headphones. After I dig out the old, white pair I got as a present several Christmases ago, I plug them in and sit on my pink bedspread; Dad was nice enough to paint the walls a soft, rose color when he learned I was coming to live with him, six months ago, and so I decorated the rest of the room to match (with fluffy heart-shaped pillows and a myriad of stuffed animals).
Even though I turned eighteen a week ago, I still like the same stuff I always have—which includes happy, bright colors, stuffed toys, and cartoons.
This game even looks like something I might be into. I’m a little jealous that I don’t have my own computer to play it on as I click on the video and watch a “COMING SOON!” ad, featuring lots of cute animals—mostly bunnies, kittens, and puppies.
“Collect them all,” a cheerful voice tells me, “by logging into FarmerVilla every day, for our one year anniversary event, starting next week!”
Another, less cheerful, voice makes me jump. “Stella, what the hell are you doing?”
Uncle Joe stands in my doorway, glaring at me with bloodshot eyes.
I rip off the headphones, dropping them on my bedspread with wide, guilty eyes. “I, uh . . . I wanted to play your game. Sorry.”
“Don’t touch my stuff again,” he says gruffly, striding in to grab his laptop. He unplugs my headphones with an irritated yank of his hand and then frowns down at me. “Get your own account. Costs ten bucks a month and you can play it on your phone. There’s a free version, if you don’t mind watching ads all the time and doing some other bullshit….”
“Okay, thanks,” I murmur, embarrassment flooding through me; I shouldn’t have messed with my uncle’s laptop, and it feels really weird to talk with him about anything (since we mostly ignore each other), much less silly video games. I can also smell alcohol and musky sweat radiating off of him. He’s too close to me and my bed, and although I know that’s my fault, I really want him to turn around and leave my room. “I’ll look it up,” I say, reaching for my purse and putting all my attention into digging out my phone.
That seems to do the trick; he turns around with a huff and I apologize again as he storms back out to the couch. Then, I load up the game on my phone.
“FREE ACCOUNT OR PAID ACCOUNT?” the website asks me.
I click free, and then I fill out some other questions about my name, gender, and age.
“UPLOAD A PICTURE OF YOURSELF TO FINISH ACCOUNT CREATION,” the website tells me.
That’s kind of weird, but it must want to verify that I am who I say I am. Uncle Joe did say that the free version would make me do some ‘bullshit’. I take a quick, smiling selfie and upload it.
“THANK YOU, STELLA. PLEASE WATCH THE TUTORIAL VIDEO TO START YOUR VERY OWN FARM!”
It flashes the headphone symbol at me when I try to play it, so I plug them in and feel a giddy rush of excitement go through me as happy, cartoony music begins to play.
*This is going to be so fun,* I think to myself gleefully, watching as little farmer people attend a livestock auction to purchase cows, pigs, goats, chickens, and horses. I’m definitely going to want a couple of each, especially as the video explains the new breeding feature, showing cutesy hearts over the cartoon animal’s heads and then a stork dropping off adorable baby versions (a cheerful voice explains that offspring can be sold or raised up).
“FREE ACCOUNTS START WITH NO IN-GAME CURRENCY,” the website warns me in big red letters. “PLEASE WATCH THIS SHORT VIDEO TO GAIN 500 GOLD COINS!”
“Already with the videos,” I murmur, not surprised but still a bit irritated that I can’t just jump in and play.
I press play on the video, but my phone screen goes all fuzzy and bright. Weird, whispery, static-noises fills my ears, and my head starts to feel funny, like I’ve been pulled into a warm, lucid dream. I try to look away, try to move, but can’t—my body going slack and heavy as everything turns white. Then black.
A moment later I come to. My pussy throbs, and I find myself rubbing my clit through my panties with my skirt rucked up around my hips. *What the hell?* I think muzzily, staring blankly at the ceiling. Cheerful music fills my ears and I realize I’m wearing headphones while lying in my bed.
“Stella, your door is wide open!”
I lurch upright, the headphones falling off and the cord nearly strangling me as I stare into the angry, green eyes of my father. He slams the door before I can say anything. My cotton-candy colored panties stick wetly to my pussy lips, and in slow motion horror I look down to see that they are completely exposed (so my dad certainly saw them) and they are also nearly translucent because they’re soaked through.
How long was I masturbating with my door open? And *why*?
I vaguely remember playing a new game on my phone, but nothing between watching the tutorial video and now. It’s like a blank spot in my brain—a blackness of nonexistence, like I’d fallen into a dreamless sleep. But I hadn’t been sleeping, had I?
*No, you were fucking yourself and now Dad thinks you’re a little slut!*
Tears well up in my eyes as I straighten out my skirt.
“I am a slut,” I whisper, and then I gasp.
I hadn’t meant to say that; it’d just come out all on it’s out.
*Sluts play with their pussies,* a stern voice, much like my own, tells me.
What the fuck is happening? Why am I thinking these things? My hand reaches back under my skirt, and even though I try to stop myself I find that I can’t; a voice in my head keeps saying: *Sluts play with their pussies. Sluts make themselves cum.*
And I do really want to cum, I realize, because the maddening ache inside me is making me feel delirious and crazy. I rub my clit through my panties, squealing when my body instantly seizes up and shudders, the orgasm intense and brutal, like it’s been building and building for hours.
After I finish panting, a nauseous horror fills me as my eyes catch on my window. It’s definitely much too dim in here to still be late afternoon. If I remember right, I’d just arrived home from school a half hour before I’d downloaded the game. Now, it looks like the sun is setting—which means I’ve been in my room, with the door open, playing with myself for *hours*.
Uncle Joe and Uncle Frank might have seen, but then were too disgusted to say anything to my face. Maybe they were the ones who went and told my dad, so that he’d get the slutty performance to stop.
My face burns and hot tears leak from my eyes as I fight back sobs. God, they probably all think I’m an awful, whorish tramp now. And worse, I must be going crazy if I just did all that for hours on end—especially because I don’t even remember any of it.
*Play FarmerVilla to relax!* a cheerful thought tells me.
I grab my phone, desperate to forget what just happened; I need to numb my brain to reality and my situation. A cute game will at least distract me for a while, and then I can just try to avoid my dad and uncles for the next few months (then I’ll be able to graduate and skip off to college). Maybe I’ll even have a shot at winning a car so I can drive my ass across the country to go live with my mom and her new husband, instead.
“CONGRATULATIONS! YOU HAVE EARNED 500 GOLD COINS! DO YOU WANT TO GO TO THE LIVESTOCK AUCTION?”
I give my phone a watery smile and click the accept button, putting my headphones back on to hear the happy music and jingling of coins as it gives them to me. The game transports me to the auction, popping up a little message about bidding against other players for livestock in real time, and then I get sucked into the chaos of it all, clicking frantically at my phone as I bid on a cow with a five-star rating. (Apparently, the animals all have stats indicated by their star rating, and since I’m a competitive person, I want the best ones to start my farm with.)
“450 GOLD COINS GOING ONCE!” the game tells me, and I fight with myself over if I should outbid the loser who keeps jumping up the price and spend all of my gold coins on just one animal.
*Of course, you should,* my mind tells me, *because* *you can always earn more coins.*
“SOLD!” the game tells me just as I’m about to click on the ‘bid another 50 coins’ box.
“What the fuck,” I hiss, “that’s not fair!”
“FEELING DOWN ABOUT MISSING OUT? UPLOAD A FULL BODY PHOTO TO GET A SECOND CHANCE AT WINNING 5-STAR BLACK AND WHITE HEIFER!”
I almost don’t think about it as I jump out of bed to position myself in front of my full-length mirror. It’s only when I’m gazing at my reflection—at a teen girl with long, brown hair and big, green eyes—that I realize this is kind of bizarre. I’m wearing a fairly conservative skirt that falls to my mid-thigh and a blouse that entirely covers my torso and breasts . . . so maybe it’s not such a big deal, though.
Plus, I really want that damn cow.
I snap another smiling picture, making sure to get my entire body, including my sandaled feet. I just painted my toenails pink this morning, and I think the picture looks pretty cute and innocent as I upload it.
*Classy even,* I console myself as my stomach twists in discomfort. *Not weird at all….*
“CONGRATULATIONS! YOU HAVE WON THE 5-STAR BLACK AND WHITE HEIFER!”
*Wow, that other person must be really pissed off,* I think with a grin as my coins jingle merrily away and the adorable spotted cow is loaded into my farmer avatar’s trailer.
“YOU ARE OUT OF GOLD. TO GET 500 COINS AND REMAIN AT THE AUCTION, PLEASE WATCH THIS SHORT CLIP.”
*Another one? Well, I guess I should have expected it,* I think as I press play.
The screen goes staticky and buzzing whispers fill my brain. I can barely make out words this time. *You love FarmerVilla*, I think I hear. Then something about being addicted? I try to focus closely, my mind feeling warmer and heavier as though I’m getting very sleepy, and I blink in confusion as the pictures I uploaded flash briefly on the screen.
*I look so happy though,* I think dreamily. *I love this game.*
The screen returns to normal, and the cartoony music begins again, cheerfully pinging me my 500 earned coins. I smile at the screen and think about how I need to buy my new cow a boyfriend so that I can start off making baby cows. That’s what a real, successful farmer would do. I hope that the next round doesn’t get so pricy, and meanly hope that everyone else’s game crashes so that I can save my gold and bid at leisure.
“BONUS OFFER! GET 5,000 COINS NOW IF YOU UPLOAD A SILLY UNDERWEAR PHOTO!”
“What?” I whisper, wrinkling my nose.
A silly underwear photo? Does that mean a pic of a silly pair of my panties? Or does it mean capturing a shot of me being silly in only my bra and underwear?
For some reason, I know it’s the latter and immediately feel warm pressure in my head to stand up and strip off my blouse and skirt. But I can’t do that right? That would be insane.
A cheerful voice warns me, “This offer expires in 30 seconds! Thank you for playing FarmerVilla!”
“Shit,” I hiss as I kick off my sandals and fumble with my blouse and skirt.
Alarm bells go off in my mind, partly screaming *don’t-do-this* and partly screaming *you-only-have-a-few-seconds-left*!
I drop my clothes to the ground. My heart hammers in my chest as I pull a goofy grin and pose, sticking out my boobs and butt as I awkwardly snap the pic.
Thankfully it uploads automatically and a cheerful voice tells me, “Good job! Enjoy your bonus coins!”
A warm rush of joy goes through me when I hear the steady jingle of a buttload of coins going into my avatar’s overall pockets. She jumps up and down, waving her arms and beaming at me.
“So cute,” I murmur, tapping at her to make her sit down and get ready for the next animal.
It’s a goat, but since I have so many coins, I decide to buy it, even though it only has 4 stars. I win it easily for a 100 coins, and then a message pops up, “CONGRATULATIONS! YOU HAVE WON THE 4-STAR GREY BUCK!” followed by another message that reads, “SPECIAL OFFER! UPGRADE THIS ANIMAL TO 5 STARS BY UPLOADING A SHORT VIDEO OF YOU JUMPING UP AND DOWN FOR JOY!”
A timer appears on the screen, counting down from 30 seconds.
“No cheerful voice this time?” I ask my phone, quickly tapping on it to start the recording feature.
I don’t want to do this, but I’ve already uploaded the bra and panty pic, so this really doesn’t seem much worse. I jump up and down like my avatar did moments ago, making sure to wave my arms around and trying to ignore the way my big breasts flop all over the place. Embarrassment rolls through me and my face reddens; my panties are still glued wetly to my shaved pussy and rub awkwardly on my clit with each of my flouncy movements. I can’t focus on that though, I scold myself, because I need to smile happily for the camera and look joyful in order to upgrade my goat. I’ve already started the recording, so it’s probably too late to stop. Plus, it’s important to start out with the best animals if I want to be successful.
“Good job!” a cheerful voice tells me. “Video clip submitted and accepted. Enjoy your upgraded 5-star buck!”
“I need a bull next,” I tell it, even though I’m pretty sure it can’t hear me (and that it’s not a real person).
Weirdly, the next animal offered is a black bull and for some strange reason his stars are red, instead of gold, and he has six of them instead of five.
“SUPER RARE EPIC AUCTION,” the game tells me while colorful fireworks burst all around. “LIGHTNING ROUND!”
“Oh shit,” I mutter, sitting back on my bed and focusing.
I need this bull. No matter what happens I must win him so that I can start my farm off right. I wonder if Uncle Joe is in the living room also bidding at this auction, and then realize that he’s probably far enough in the game where he doesn’t need new livestock. He’s also probably passed out on the couch again. But still, the game said this bull was super rare and epic, so it might have alerted all its other currently online players about it or something.
As soon as the bidding opens, the price skyrockets up to 4,000 coins and then bounces past 5,000 before I can even get a bid in.
“Fuck!” I yell at my phone, watching in despair as the super epic bull sells for 250,000 gold; a number I didn’t even think was possible.
“SPECIAL OFFER,” my phone tells me as I continue to curse at it, “FOR A CHANCE TO WIN YOUR OWN SUPER EPIC 6-STAR BULL, PLEASE UPLOAD A FUNNY NUDE PHOTO!”
A timer pops up again, and in my haste to not waste the fifteen seconds it gives me, I peel off my sticky underwear and lacy pink bra, laying back on the bed with a cheesy smile. I give myself bunny ears, my mind whispering, ‘*What-the-fuck-are-you-doing?*’, as I snap the photo.
It doesn’t look very funny, I realize as it freezes on the screen while it slowly uploads. It actually looks pretty slutty, like a young teenager trying to be sexy with her large tits pressed together and her bare cunt on full display. I can even see my clit poking out. It looks very pink and wet.
“I am a slut,” I whisper.
A shiver of pleasure goes through me, hardening my bubblegum pink nipples and making my cunt do a little spasm. My thoughts insist, *Sluts play with their pussies. Sluts make themselves cum.*
“Not now,” I scold myself, feeling uneasy until a new message pops up: “GOOD JOB! PHOTO SUCCESSFULLY UPLOADED. SPIN THE WHEEL FOR YOUR FREE CHANCE TO WIN A SUPER EPIC 6-STAR BULL NOW!”
A wheel appears and I make my farmer lady go spin it. It only has one golden wedge; the rest are black.
“You better win me that bull,” I tell my avatar. “I just did a lot to get it.”
The spinner lands on a black wedge and I curse. My avatar slumps her shoulders and frowns at the ground.
“Better luck next time!” a cheerful voice tells me.
“You piece of shit!” I snarl, tossing my phone down.
*Why am I even playing this stupid game?* I wonder, but immediately a stern thought pops into my head: *Because you love it.*
But why do I love it? It’s not that fun, is it? It’s also super weird.
My unease grows, making me feel like I’m going to throw up before a stern thought tells me: *Play FarmerVilla to relax!*
“Stop stressing yourself out,” I mutter, picking my phone back up.
I notice a new message immediately, “FOR ANOTHER FREE SPIN ON THE WHEEL, PLEASE WATCH THIS SHORT VIDEO CLIP.”
“Oh good,” I murmur to myself, pressing play. It sure beats uploading videos of myself!
My phone screen goes white, the cheerful music shifting into a staticky mess. *Good girl,* I think I hear in the background, but I can’t be sure. *Good girls make good sluts.* I blink a few times, everything inside me flushing hot with arousal. If I could think clearly, I might be concerned or wonder what the hell’s happening, but instead a dreamy euphoria settles over me. *Good sluts are relaxed and cheerful.*
“I am a slut,” I murmur to myself, over and over.
It feels *good* to say it, sending electricity buzzing all through me and twinging in my nipples and in my throbbing clit.
“Sluts play with their pussies,” I whisper. “Sluts make themselves cum.”
My hand reaches between my legs to rub at the engorged nub poking out of my pussy lips. Pleasure rolls through me as I press into it eagerly, spiraling little circles with my fingers and spreading wetness all over my smooth, shaved mons.
*Good sluts record themselves masturbating,* I hear through the static.
I press the record button and point my phone at my questing hand. I am a good girl, I’m nearly certain, and good girls make good sluts.
“Good slut,” a deep male voice says over the static, and instantly my body seizes up, ecstasy rolling through me. My long, pale legs spasm and flail as I cum. Quick bursts of liquid spray out of my pussy hole. I whimper breathlessly as the orgasm high slowly fades into golden aftershocks.
The cheerful music resumes. My entire body keeps twitching as I try to catch my breath.
*Holy shit*. Did I just wet myself? What just came out of me? Was it girl-cum?
*Yeah, and that’s not normal,* my mind whirs. *That’s super trashy.*
“I am a slut,” I say with a shaky sob, wondering what the hell is happening and what got into me.
The bed is disgustingly wet with my own juices and I’m lying in a puddle of it. Why did I just masturbate while recording it? Is this game changing me somehow? Why did a strange man calling me a ‘good slut’ make me squirt like that? Something’s definitely not right about all of this. I nearly remove my headphones when a cheerful voice stops me by saying, “Please use your free spin now!”
Oh right, I still have a chance to win that super rare bull. My attention snaps to my phone game and the potential of winning big. *If I do, it will all be worth it,* I console myself, knowing that if I get this bull, I will be truly happy.
It might only be pixels in a fake world, but being a successful farmer is important to me—for some reason. If just winning cool animals brings me this much anticipation and joy, I can’t wait to see what the rest of the game offers. Especially after I get to the farming part with my carefully curated livestock.
My avatar spins the wheel again, and I groan as it lands on another dumb, black wedge.
“You little bitch,” I mutter at the brunette avatar of my farmer-self.
She does her stupid, sulky pout as the cheerful voice says, “Better luck next time!”
*But maybe the game will give you more chances*, I think hopefully, staring with pleading eyes at the screen. I did upload that video of myself, and I didn’t even get anything for it (unless it was part of watching the clip, which doesn’t seem fair).
“SORRY ABOUT YOUR POOR LUCK,” the game tells me in bright red letters. “TO INSTANTLY FORCE-WIN THE EPIC SIX STAR, YOU MAY SEND YOUR MOST RECENT VIDEO TO A RANDOM CONTACT IN YOUR PHONE.”
“God no,” I whisper, exhaling sharply.
But a little 10 second timer pops up with a large green, ‘ACCEPT?’, button, and I accidentally tap on it without thinking.
“*No*,” I moan, whimpering as my contacts pop up and a little arrow slides over them and clicks one.
‘UNCLE JOE’, it chooses, and panicked tears well up in my eyes as the clip of me masturbating is attached to a text message and pinged to his phone.
*He’s probably piss-drunk and asleep*, my mind soothes me as I glance at the time on my phone.
I’ve been playing this game for hours and hours, and it’s already past midnight. I should be exhausted, especially because I got up really early for school this morning, had to walk miles, and have now masturbated to completion twice—but for some strange reason my brain feels all lit up like a Christmas tree. I want to keep playing FarmerVilla.
I also want to get ahold of my uncle’s phone before he sees the incriminating clip.
“Good slut,” the deep male voice tells me, and I gasp as my pussy spasms so hard a gush of liquid squirts out of it, dropping the phone right onto my open-mouthed, orgasming face.
“Ow,” I whine, grabbing at the phone and then rubbing where it hit me.
*Is this dude going to make me squirt all the time?* I don’t have time to worry about it—and it’s hard to worry at all with my mind and body still buzzing from the high—because the cheerful voice in my phone sings out, “Congratulations on your new, super rare, 6-star bull!”
Triumphant horns sound off and fireworks erupt; my avatar dances like a maniac, shimmying all around the new bull.
I can’t help but smile as my epic prize is loaded up into my trailer, already picturing all the elite little calves I’m going to get out of him. That’ll probably make me buttloads of gold coins, and then I won’t have to do all this weird video and picture stuff.
I decide I’ll wait another hour or two before I sneak out into the living room and mess with Uncle Joe’s phone. He already caught me screwing around with his laptop, and I want to be certain that he’s dead asleep before I try and delete that text. Also, I’m kind of a big chickenshit. If he’s awake and he’s already looking at it, I want to wait and see if he messages me back with a, *‘What the fuck is wrong with you?’,* or whatever.
A burst of unease goes through me as I remember him telling me, “There’s a free version, if you don’t mind watching ads all the time and doing *some other bullshit*….”
Did he know about the weird mind-addling videos and how it makes free players upload pervy stuff?
*No, he couldn’t have,* I console myself. *He wouldn’t have let me play it, if he’d known.*
My uncle might be a drunk, but he’s never done anything weird to me, or made me feel sexually threatened. He might even be furious if he found out about all the shit I’ve been doing to get free stuff. That thought makes me feel really guilty and sad, but then another thought pops in my head: *good sluts are relaxed and cheerful.*
“I am a good slut,” I tell myself, and a shiver of pleasure runs through me.
The game pulls me in with a 5-star doe next, and I focus on winning it and then a couple of chickens and pigs before my money runs out again.
“Everyone must be asleep,” I murmur, surprised to realize that I’ve now got all the starter animals except for horses, and that all my animals are 5-stars (except for my super awesome bull).
“YOU ARE OUT OF GOLD. YOU WILL BE AUTOMATICALLY TELEPORTED TO YOUR FARM IN 30 SECONDS.”
“No more free offers?” I ask it, frowning.
Maybe I actually have to play the game and earn my own gold now. My eyes widen as I am taken to a beautiful landscape, with a charming farmhouse, a big, red barn, and a bunch of empty fields. A little message pops up that tending to my livestock will earn me ‘farmer points’, and so I make my avatar put them all in the barn before having her feed and water them. The cheerful music soothes me, and I hardly think about how I’m lying in a big, cold, wet, girl-cum puddle, nakedly playing a game that made me masturbate a bunch and send a weird video to my alcoholic uncle.
*At least it didn’t go to Frank,* I think briefly, because my dad’s younger brother is much louder and more impulsive, and who knows how he’d react to something like the clip I’d sent. Uncle Joe is much more likely to handle it with cold, quiet fury. *Not that I’m going to let him see it still,* I tell myself as I spend my new farmer points on seeds to sow my fields.
*After I’m finished doing all my farming chores, I’ll definitely go out and find Joe’s phone. In just a few more minutes….*
Another hour passes as the game has me play mini-games to make my crops grow. My animals also seem very needy, and I have to make my avatar feed and water them every so often or a little red bar begins to build. I click on the information tab by it and read: “IF THIS BAR GETS FULL YOUR NEGLECTED ANIMALS WILL BE TAKEN AWAY!”
“Can’t have that,” I tell myself as I go through the process of tending to them all again.
I’m definitely not going to lose my animals after all I did to earn the damn things. Another red bar pops up as I tend my animals, and that one appears to be linked to my crops. Both bars seem to fill up faster and faster as I go back and forth between tending my animals and my crops. I growl in frustration.
“This isn’t fair!” I whine.
“WATCH ANOTHER CLIP TO STUNT NEGATIVE BAR GROWTH,” a game message tells me.
I click the accept button, and immediately am pulled into a drowsy state as my phone goes white and the whispery static fills my ears. *Good sluts don’t wear clothes unless told otherwise,* I hear. *Good sluts need permission from men to do anything. Good sluts love to please men.*
“I am a good slut,” I whisper, shivering as blissful waves go through me.
“Prove it,” the deep male voice demands.
I immediately press record on my phone, knowing what I need to do. I film myself rubbing at my clit, and then I use my fingers to hold open my slippery pussy lips, showing the viewer my virgin fuckhole. I sink one finger into it, moaning softly, and fuck my tight little hole—in and out, \*in-and-out—\*with building speed until the deep voice tells me, “Good slut.”
“Oh god!” I yelp, my cunt clenching around my finger hard and pussy-juice spurting from me.
“You have successfully uploaded,” the cheerful voice tells me as the white noise fades and the happy music returns. “To permanently freeze your negative status bars, please send the clip to your last contacted contact.”
I’m not thinking clearly as I click the accept button, my body and mind both dazed and drained. Although I’ve masturbated before, and maybe leaked a little more than normal, I’ve definitely never *ever* squirted like I have tonight . . . or cum so many times in a row.
It’s almost like the game is reprogramming my internal processes somehow.
That thought makes my warm mind cold, so I distract myself with finishing up tending to my farm. Birds chirp happily, my crops grow into fields of luscious tomatoes, wheat, and corn, and my gold starts piling up as I harvest and sell all my produce on the ‘farmer’s market’. Best of all, the stupid red bars remain empty the entire time, and the night slowly passes away as I get lost in the meat of the game (which consists mostly of replanting and reharvesting, but is strangely addicting anyway).
When the first trickle of light comes through my window, I rip off my headphones and sit up in a panic.
Did I seriously play FarmerVilla all damned night? What the hell is wrong with me?
“I love that game,” I murmur, rubbing at my tired eyes.
But I also love that my uncles haven’t seen me masturbating and squirting like a wicked slut, so I scramble out of bed and hunt for a comfy pair of pajamas.
“Good sluts don’t wear clothes,” I whisper as I try and fail to put on a soft, cotton pair of pants.
For some reason my feet just won’t go through the holes, missing awkwardly each time I try. I give up, knowing that if I don’t go out into the living room and get Uncle Joe’s phone *right now* that he’s definitely going to wake up to a filthy, unwanted surprise.
Anxiety flutters through me as I creep towards my door. I crack it open, listening for any sound of movement. Nothing, everyone must still be asleep. I grit my teeth and tiptoe out into the living room. Wetness leaks down my bare thighs, dripping on the wooden floorboards.
“I am such a slut,” I whisper, a rush of shame and arousal going through me.
“Yes, you are.”
I bite back a scream as Uncle Joe sits up on the sofa. Why is he awake? I cover my bare tits with both arms, hating that his gaze instantly latches onto them. His bleary eyes flick from me to his phone, which he holds tightly in one of his large hands.
“Why did you send me these?” His eyes trail down my shivering frame to my exposed cunt; he licks his dry lips and then his bloodshot eyes snap to mine. “Well?”
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, my mind screaming: *Good sluts love to please men.* “It was….” *An accident*, is what I want to say, but for some reason I find I can’t lie (*Good girls don’t lie,* a little whisper tells me) and then my lips form new words before I can stop it, “On purpose. I wanted to be a good slut. I wanted to please you.”
“Oh?” He swallows and looks back down at his phone, his thumb clicking on something.
Heat floods me as I realize he’s watching one of the videos I sent. *Again*.
*‘Delete those!’* I want to shout, but I can’t—I can’t do anything but stand in front of him buck naked while I watch him eyefuck my squirting porn videos.
“You get very wet,” he whispers.
“Do you like them?” I find myself asking, horror and pleasure filling me up in equal measure.
I don’t want him to like them, but yet I really want him to like them. I really want him to *want* me, I realize suddenly. I want him to hold me down with his large hands and rape my virgin pussy.
*Oh God, what’s wrong with me?*
He nods at his phone, his reddened eyes wide and interested. “I do,” he murmurs.
“Do you want to fuck me?” I whisper, hating that I can’t stop myself from asking, because the drone of: *Good sluts love to please men*, is repeating itself inside my skull with the intensity of a war drum.
A long silence stretches between us. My uncle sits very still, just looking at me.
“I do . . . but I shouldn’t,” he finally says, running a hand through his greying hair. “Even though it would be fun….”
“But I *need* to please you,” I say, a little whimper escaping me as my throat tightens and my insides do somersaults.
Something really bad will happen if I *don’t* please him—and even if I don’t know *what*, I definitely don’t want to find out. I might have an aneurysm or keel over from a heart attack. Or maybe the game won’t work for me anymore. That would still be horrible. Not getting to play anymore would make me miserable.
“Ah….” he mumbles and I see him click on his phone to watch one of the videos again. “Can I use your mouth?”
“Yes, sir,” I say gratefully, rushing forward to drop to my knees beside him.
I instantly want to get back up and run into my room, horrified at myself. I’ve never even kissed a boy before, and now I’m going to put an aging man’s penis in my mouth? And not just any penis, but my *uncle’s*? What the flying fuck is wrong with me?
*Good sluts love to please men*, my mind insists, and I don’t even cringe as my uncle tentatively strokes my goosepimpled shoulder, or try to leave as he begins to unbuckle his jeans.
“Does it make you horny to suck cock?” he asks softly, and I can tell he wants me to say it does, so I do, even though it’s kind of a lie (since I’ve never done it before), although I do feel a shivery sort of anticipation; my cunt feels very wet and tense.
“You have a very pretty mouth,” he murmurs, cupping my chin and using the rough pad of his thumb to trace along my lips. “Can I cum in it?”
“Yes, please,” I whisper, batting my eyelashes at him and smiling.
*Oh my God, I’m acting like* such *a whore,* my mind cries, but a little voice tells me: *Good sluts are relaxed and cheerful.*
“I am a good slut,” I say aloud, and my uncle groans, his pupils blowing wide with lust, as he yanks his throbbing erection free.
*It looks positively grotesque,* I think in a dazed shock, all veiny and red with weird skin bunched around the tip like a turtleneck. It’s also oozing something clear and twitching like a massively swollen thumb. I don’t want it anywhere near me, but I also desperately need it in my mouth.
“Please,” I whisper, breaking free of his hold on my chin so that I can push my way into his lap.
My sensitive nipples brush against the rough denim of his jeans. I can smell his booze-stink and a sharp musk coming off his man parts. It doesn’t matter though, and I eagerly kiss at his leaking cockhead, smearing precum all over my lips and then slurping at his cockhole. His arousal tastes pungent and salty. A small part of me wants to throw up, but a larger part wants more of it, my pussy clenching with each soft hiss my uncle lets loose, and an intense joy spreading through me that he’s obviously enjoying my slutty attention.
“Your dad might be up soon, and I don’t want to get kicked out….” he whispers, burying one hand into my long hair and then cupping the nape of my neck. “Make me cum quick.”
I whimper as he pushes his cock past my lips, his hold on me nearly crushing. My common sense is screaming that this is all wrong, but a heavy blanket envelops my mind as my uncle begins to fuck my slack mouth, taking advantage of my nonresistance to bury himself deep. I don’t even gag as he hits the back of my throat, something inside me keeping me perfectly calm and still. My uncle grunts in appreciation, his breath growing rapid as he pumps into me; his cock jumps every few seconds against my tongue, spurting little bursts of salty wetness.
“You’re so good at taking my cock,” he says with a groan, and my pussy spasms gratefully, the bliss at being told I’m doing good making me flush with heat. “Are you ready for my load?”
“Mmhmm,” I hum around him, my lips stretched wide and drool leaking out to trickle down his balls.
He stiffens and presses my face hard into his groin, his cock twitching violently and spraying hot, salty sperm straight down my convulsing throat.
*Good slut*, I hear the phantom, deep voice of the man in my phone tell me, almost like he now lives inside my brain. My entire body spasms in ecstasy as my uncle grips me to him. Hot streams of girl-cum splatter across the floor and run down the backs of my slender legs.
“*Oh*,” I choke out, lost in the heady sensation of wet heat in my mouth, in my belly, in my cunt….
I shake and moan softly as my uncle finishes draining his balls down my throat; my entire world becomes the throbbing between my legs and of his cock against my tongue.
*This is what heaven feels like,* I think deliriously, slurping eagerly at Uncle Joe’s softening cock. My entire mouth tastes bitter and acrid, and all I can smell is the primal musk of sex. It’s awful. It’s confusing. It’s fucking insane and wonderful.
My uncle pushes me off of him, his flaccid cock slipping from my lips as I collapse into an awkward crouch at his feet.
“Get dressed and go to school, kid,” he tells me. “I’m going to delete the videos. We aren’t going to talk about this again.”
“Okay,” I agree, torn between resentment at being used like a fucktoy (and then told I’m to be forgotten) and dizzying gratitude that I not only fulfilled my purpose, but that the videos will be erased from existence, and I’ve been given permission to wear clothes again.
I rush back into my room, not wanting to see the guilt on my uncle’s face, and quickly throw on a clean set of underwear, a cute sundress, and my favorite sandals. It feels really good to be clothed again—almost good enough to forget what just happened to me.
*Don’t think about it. He said to forget it,* I remind myself, knowing that I should listen to men, especially ones that are much older and wiser than me.
Before despair can set in, I grab my phone, my eyes widening as I see: “YOU HAVE LEVELED UP! CONGRATULATIONS ON REACHING LEVEL 2. OPEN YOUR GIFT NOW.”
*Wow,* my mind buzzes, *what does level two mean?*
I can’t wait to open my gift and find out….
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The First Day On The Train [M28/F26] [Transgender] [Anal] [Romance]
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Trains are my thing. Since I can remember. I have always been fascinated by them. So I spent the bigger part of my free time – no, I wasn’t working for a railway company, I spent my time in a research lab working on ways to safe the environment – on trains, in railway stations or looking at trains in some rail yard.
I was perfectly happy with my job and my life. But it lacked one thing: A significant other. A girlfriend. A woman on my side. It took until I was around twenty eight years old to find a suitable partner. And this here, is the story how I met her, or to be totally honest with you, how I got hooked up with her.
It all took place in the middle of the fall. About six years ago. I was spending my weekend on a steam powered train that was doing a trip through the beautiful autumn colored landscape. I was more than just looking forward to it for months. I even bought some new camera gear to get better shots of the train, the landscape and the people on the train.
But before I could board the train I had to jump onto a plane. An about two hour flight from the town I was living in towards the starting point of my train journey. Or at least as close to the starting point as possible.
Some friend of mine picked me up at the airport and we drove towards the final destination. We went directly to the railway station where the train was already getting prepared for the three day journey. After saying hello to all the people there I joined them in. My fellow train enthusiasts and me we cleaned the train, filled up the supplies in the dinning car and help bunking the coal. The last one especially was really hard and dirty work, so after we were done, it just was a shower and then we all fell in our comfy hotel room beds.
After a night filled with nothing but sleep the hole crew met up again. We got together next to the train, we had a short briefing about the upcoming days and then we went to work. For me it meant to go to my compartment, yes, I had one for my own and prepare my camera gear for the upcoming days: Yes, my job was to document it all. To get some good shots of everything that was going on.
The paying guests were already boarding while I was cleaning my lenses and dusting off my camera bodies. I was focused, concentrated on what I was doing. When all of a sudden it knocked at my compartment door. I wasn’t expecting anyone, so I asked: “Who is there?”
It was one of my friends playing the train officer. He asked me if he could come in for second or two. I told him that the door was unlocked. To my surprise he hadn’t showed up alone. An about twenty six year old woman stood next to him. She had a huge smile on her face. And curves to die for.
The train officer then asked me one question. He really struggled to do so, but in the end he was able to pull the stunt: “I know that you prefer to have a compartment on your own. But well, we accidentally overbooked the train. Don’t ask how it happened. And so we have one person too much. And by the looks of it, the only empty bunk is in your compartment. So is it okay for you when she shares the compartment with you for the trip?”
My eyes were still on her, I was still checking out her when my mouth opened: “Yes, sure. No problem. Always glad to help out.”
A smile appeared on my friends face: “Thank you.”
Then you introduced the two of us. She was the daughter of a fellow train enthusiast who was due work reasons not able to join us on that trip. I knew her father. And yes, he casually mentioned his daughter in the past. But he never told me that she was that good looking.
After the train officer had left, after he had closed the compartment door behind him it was only the two of us in the room. Some awkward silence was between us. Then she began to talk. She told me that she was sorry. And she told me that it was her first over night train trip ever. Initially she wanted to spend some time with her parents on here, but well, no she was all on her own. And while she told me that, she excused herself for intruding into my private space.
I listened to her. At least I tried to, because she was bending over a lot while she was unpacking her stuff. Yes, she was unpacking. She brought a whole suitcase for a three day trip. When she was done unpacking and talking, she asked me one thing: “Are you always that quiet?”
Her question was a surprising one. I had no clue what to answer her. So I nodded with my head. A smile appeared on her face when she saw my reaction: “No problem. I like the quiet ones.”
I blushed a little bit. And she kept on talking: “You got a lot of camera gear laying next to you? Are you an amateur or a professional?”
Her last question finally broke the ice. Without thinking I gave her an answer: “Just a humble amateur photographer. But I try my best to get the best shots possible on the train journeys that I am part off. And well, I spend some time in some rail yards taking pictures too.”
She nodded with her head: “So can you take a few awesome pictures of me too on this weekend?”
Then she went into a sexy pose for me. Again, I had to stare. Yes, she caught my eye. And I totally forgot about picking up one of my cameras, attaching a lens to it and taking a picture of her. She noticed what was going on. And commented onto it. With a huge smile on her face.
After some time holding it she left the pose and sat down on the bench of the opposite side of the compartment. Once she had sat down, she looked over to me: “Next time you take a picture instead of enjoying the view.”
As soon as I realized what I had done, I blushed once more. Then I excused myself for my error. Luckily she was a forgiving one. And one that knew what she wanted: “Can you show me around the train? We could take one of your cameras with us.”
I shrugged my shoulders and off we went. She let me take the lead and I showed her the meanwhile moving train. From time to time steam was passing by the windows and the very rhythmic, very relaxing a train is moving noises were everywhere were it was quiet enough.
We explored the whole train together. I explained her a lot, I took some pictures, most of them had my roommate on them, a few were showing some other passengers and even less than a few were random train shots. She clearly was in the center of my attention on that afternoon. And she did everything to stay there.
We spent the bigger part of the afternoon in the panorama car. We were talking – yes, after a while I was able to have a conversation with her – we got to know each other a little bit and yes, I kept on checking her out at whenever possible. And yes, I got the hots for her.
It was a fun, a relaxing and an entertaining afternoon. We enjoyed each others company. We smiled at each other a lot. And yes our eyes meet more than just once. When it happened, we both had butterflies in our bellies. She later told me that when we were talking about our first afternoon together.
When the afternoon turned into evening it was time to move into the dining car. There we had a table for the two of us. It was already prepared and had our compartment number sitting in the middle of it. So we sat down. And ordered our food.
Everyone passing by us looked at us. They all had a smile on their face. Some of them, especially those who I knew had a certain suspicious smile on their face. As if they knew something that I wasn’t. It didn’t took me to count one and one together, to figure out that it all was nothing but a set up. So far, their plans worked out. I was more than just thankful for their doing back then.
My room mate and I we enjoyed dinner together. We kept on talking and talking. Rarely ever that I was able to talk with someone about that many things. And yes, as she later told me, it was the same for her too. We got along more than just well.
After dinner was over, after we had our dessert and a drink, maybe two, we moved over into the lounge car. Many people were hanging out in it. Enjoying conversations, having drinks together or just spent some time people watching.
But as soon as my room mate entered the room we had their full attention. Partly because most people knew either me or her and partly because we were the attraction of the trip. Two young people – yes with twenty six and twenty eight years we were the youngest human beings on the train – probably falling for each other.
We hung out in the lounge car for a couple of hours. We had a few more drinks while socializing with the rest of the crowd. But always while standing next to each other. We got touchier and touchier with every hour. Our eyes met more and more. We both knew what would be next. So it was time to say good night. We went back into our compartment.
Back in the compartment we sat down. Next to each other. As close as possible. She came up with the great idea to turn off all the lights. So we sat there, our bodies touching while the dimly lit landscape was passing by the window: Shadows of trees, the light of a house and sometimes you could even see the stars. Nothing but romantic.
It didn’t took long and we were into each others arms. It didn’t took long and our eyes met. And stuck with each other. Seconds later we shared our first gentle kiss. A first gentle kiss followed by another one. And the next one. And the first passionate one. Our hands began to explore each others bodies.
Then out of nowhere, full stop. She gently pushed me away. She even turned on a small light and looked at me. She had a more than just serious expression on her face: “I am very very sorry, but I have to tell you something really important. And please, swear me that you won’t be mad at me.”
The moment she had finished speaking my mind went crazy. I was thinking about everything and nothing. From stuff like it was to good to be true to things like how have I fucked it up this time. I had a minor anxiety attack. But I played it cool. Or at least I tried to: “I am all yours. And I won’t be mad. Promised.”
All that she gave me back was a more than just insecure: “Really?”
I repeated her answer in a very assuring tone while looking her in the eyes: “Really. I won’t be mad at you.”
Then she told me her tale. She told me that she once was trapped in the wrong body. And that she began changing that when she was around twenty. She told me that she was trans. And she also told me that she still had a dick and a pair of balls between her legs.
It honestly took me more than the blink of an eye to process what she just had told me. Once I was done with it, I took her hands and looked her in the eyes again: “It is okay. What you tole me is no reason for me to be mad at you. Or find you disgusting or anything else. But I must admit, I am a little bit nervous now. Because you are my first trans woman. And first times just make me nervous.”
I was able to see how the tension left her face. Her concerned face turned into a smiling one. She hugged me. Then she looked me in the eyes: “Don’t worry too much about your first time here. I’ll guide you through.”
Then we hugged each other. We looked each other in the eyes for some time. We listened to the calming train noises. And then we kissed again. Gentle kisses first, passionate ones later. Our hand were all over each other’s bodies again.
It didn’t took long and passion took full control of us. Horny was in full swing. Clothes were flying through the room. We were tearing the clothes off each others bodies. Some of them got destroyed. But we didn’t mind. We wanted each other.
Soon her hand was on my rock hard dick. She jerked me off while her other hand was squeezing my balls. We kept on kissing all the time. Her hands on my dick, they felt nothing but awesome. And it clearly wasn’t her first time jerking someone off: She knew the spots she had to hit.
Soon after my moaning was filling the room. My dick was spitting pre cum. I enjoyed every second of it. But I wanted more. I wanted everything. So did she. She whispered the following into my ear: “Lay down on your back. I grab a condom and some lube.”
I laid down. My rock hard dick was pointing towards the ceiling. Then she pulled a condom over it and drowned it all in lube. She also put some lube on her asshole, then she climbed on top of me. She bowed down and we began to kiss again. Long passionate kisses.
Then I could feel her asshole pressing against my glans. Then I could feel my dick sliding up her ass. I was moaning out loud, so was she. We didn’t gave a damn about the fact that the whole car probably was listening in on us. We were lost. All that mattered was feeling the other and feeling my dick sliding in and out of her asshole.
Fuck it felt good. Her dirty hole wrapped itself around my dick. Then she went up. She rode me cowgirl. My hands were on her tits, or on her ass. Her dick, her balls and her perfect boobs were bouncing up and down with every hard thrust she gave me.
Damn it, we lost it. We were gone. It felt so good. One thrust after the other. Our moaning got more and more intense. We both came closer and closer to an orgasm. Fuck, it felt so good.
And then one more hard and deep thrust, boom my balls emptied themselves. It came hard, it came good. Unfortunately for me only. She wasn’t able to finish. As soon as I was myself again, as soon as I realized that only I was able to finish, my conscience showed me the middle finger. I felt terrible sorry. I excused myself. More than once.
And her reaction onto it, she just pulled my half hard dick out of her asshole and then she bowed down and gave me a gentle kiss on my cheek: “Don’t worry. It was an awesome ride. Next time you will turn me into an orgasm filled trembling mess.”
She said it all in the right tone, so I believed her. Then I got rid of the condom and we cuddled next to each other, or onto each other until we feel asleep.
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[F] I made him text the girl he was seeing while he fucked me
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I met a guy who was visiting my city a couple of weeks ago (let's call him B). We chatted quite normally at first but the conversation got dirtier as we got drunker. At some point, he mentioned that he was dating someone back at home and she would be really pissed off if she knew he was meeting me even though they weren't exclusive yet.
As we left the bar, we were the only ones in the lift. B grabbed me and we started making out when he suddenly spit in my mouth. It was so dirty but so hot to do this in public...
In the cab back to B's place, we couldn't keep our hands off each other. I was stroking his hard cock through his pants, while he was rubbing my clit under my panties. I tried to pretend everything was normal but the cab driver kept staring at us so he might have known what was going on.
I was already incredibly wet and sensitive by the time we reached B's place. As I sucked him off, I asked him to text the girl he was seeing back home while his cock was in my mouth. He did, and he even showed me his texts - he had told her that he was out with his friends and asked what she was up to. This turned me on so much.
As B fucked me, he kept telling me how much bigger my tits were compared to hers (apparently she is quite flat chested), how my pussy was much wetter than hers and how good it felt. He also told me how sex with me was more fun than with her because I'm much kinkier and nastier than her. Perhaps because I let him spit into my mouth and slap me while he fucked me. Hearing how much more he liked fucking me than her made me even wetter...
As B's cock slid in and out of my pussy, we talked about how he should bring the girl he was seeing to visit the city I'm in too the next time and I could show them around while we sneaked around under her nose. He also talked about how he wanted to visit me when I get a new boyfriend...
B asked if I wanted him to do things to me that he never did to her. I said yes, and he proceeded to eat my pussy out and rim me. It was so hot thinking about how he was eating me out while the girl he was seeing was completely oblivious and thought he was out with his friends.
I had so much fun that I came back for seconds the next night. That was when I let B write "whore" on my face with my lipstick...
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How My Boss Made Me Feel Better [F40/M32] [Public Sex] [Coworkers]
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It was the kind of day that no one should be out in. Temperatures below freezing, icy roads, and a steady snow that made travel almost impossible. I had barely managed to make it to the store, sliding several times. I had planned on sitting in my car long enough to verify that none of my other coworkers had attempted the drive before turning around, so I could at least say I tried.
Plus, I really needed the hours if the store did open.
I mindlessly tapped on my phone while I waited, only glancing up to see who was driving by when I did hear a car. I stopped looking up after 15 minutes and was so engrossed on YouTube that I jumped when someone knocked on my window.
Bundled up from head to toe was my boss. She waved but I could only see her eyes as she had covered the rest of her body as warmly as possible. I could tell she was shivering, so I turned my car off and hustled outside.
"You told us you weren't coming in no matter what," I said as I shoved my bare hands in my pockets. We started for the storefront together.
"That was before everyone else called off," she shrugged. "I was wondering why I hadn't heard from you yet." We got to the door and she started digging in her purse for her keys but her gloves weren't helping. I pulled my keys out of my back pocket and unlocked the door. She rushed in first and I followed, making sure to lock the door behind me. The store didn't open for another hour but we both knew customers wouldn't hesitate to walk in if the door was unlocked.
I watched her walk to the back of the store through the darkened aisles. Even with her long winter coat, my eyes fell on her long legs, covered by dark leggings.
Stop it. That's your boss. She's older than you. Save it for when you're alone, idiot.
My reverie was broken by the familiar sound of the alarm being disabled. She walked back to the front of the store and I turned away towards the floor to ceiling windows of the storefront. "Did the snow get heavier?" I asked as I pulled off my beanie and coat.
She stood beside me and started pulling off layers too. Gloves, hat, coat, and scarf. We absentmindedly tossed out outerwear on the counter behind the cash registers.
"It does," she agreed. She moved some boxes from the other side of the counter to the floor and then pulled herself up to a sitting position. "Nobody is going to come out in this mess."
On cue, a figure came into view as they stepped on the sidewalk outside the door. He put his face to the glass and shielded his eyes so he could see in the still dark store. I started to walk to the door to tell him we didn't open for another hour but found my arm being pulled the other direction.
"Get down!" she whispered. She had slid off the counter, pulled me, and then almost dived behind the cash wrap. I looked back at the customer but then did as I was told, kneeling down below the counter level to join her. She was my boss after all.
"What the hell?" I laughed. My nerves were already a mess from the drive over; now my boss had me sitting behind the cash registers like we were kids. She raised up to her knees to check the door. The figure was walking back to the car, no doubt planning on waiting for the doors to be unlocked. She came back down, bumped into me, and I overdid my reaction, sprawling to the floor chin first.
"Ow." I muttered after my display of bad acting. I forgot the thin carpet of the store covered concrete and I came down harder than I planned. She had stood back up, brushing her leggings off. Even as I touched my chin, I could see her ass jiggling as she brushed off her legs. I forgot myself and she caught me red-handed, staring at her.
"Only you would bust your chin on the carpet," she said. I looked down at my finger and saw a small dot of blood. "Come on, let's get the first aid kit in the back." She started through the aisles again and I popped up and followed.
"If you hadn't suggested diving to the floor, this wouldn't have happened."
"And if you didn't think you were funny, this wouldn't have happened either," she retorted. She pushed open the door to the stockroom. She flicked the switch and the fluorescent bulbs came on for the first time in 8 hours. She took my hand and guided me to one of the small tables we ate lunch at, a folding chair on each side. "Sit."
"Okay," I grumbled. I lost my concentration again as I watched her walk over to her desk in those leggings. Shit. I have to stop. She almost caught me before. Or ignored me. She opened the first aid kit and returned with a small peroxide pad.
“I try to have a little fun,” she began as she pulled a chair right in front of me. “Shake off some anxiety after sliding my way here, when you all know how much I hate driving in snow.” She sat down and our legs touched. It didn’t mean anything to her but I could feel my cock twitch. “And Mr. Life Of The Party here cuts his chin.” She ripped open the pad and put it on my chin. “Hold this.” I again did as I was told, She gave a slight smile at my obedience at least.
"Life of the party?" I asked. She rolled her eyes and stood back up and I wished I hadn't said anything. She took a short walk to the coffee pot and started filling a filter with coffee.
And I was watching her ass again. She had on the same light colored polo with the store logo on it as I did but hers somehow made her tits look perky. Mine didn't do much to hide my middle.
"Everybody wants you to come to everything. Brian's party. Leighann wanted to make sure you could go eat wings. Emily picked you up to go bowling. You can drive by the way." I smirked at this.
Emily really had insisted on picking me up. She might have insisted on having me in bed later but my boy Uri had been good enough to give me a ride home early. "It's like you have a spell on everyone."
She pointed at my chin. "That should be good now." She walked back towards her desk to get water bottles to fill the coffee pot.
And I watched her again. "Do I have a spell on you too?" I asked. It immediately sounded like it was too much. She let the question hang in the air for a few moments. She opened the first water bottle and began pouring.
"You're okay I guess," she responded. I was relieved she didn't take it the wrong way. I didn't want to be fired for verbally harassing my boss. She tossed the bottle in the trash and cracked a second. Before she poured, she set the bottle down and locked eyes with me.
"It seems like my ass has a spell on you this morning though."
Fuck! She had noticed. I was panicking, trying to find something that would justify why I "seemed" like I was looking. "I, well, you know…" She tossed the second water bottle away and walked back towards me. Despite the pit in my stomach, my cock twitched again.
She sat back down in front of me, not breaking eye contact. "I hear those girls talking about you all the time." She put her hands on my knees and smiled.
What is happening?
"You got hard on Zoey at the club one night and they kept trying to figure out how big you were. Emily has thrown herself at you since she started and you always seem to duck her. Shannon said she passed out in the same bed with you drunk but left you hanging after she made out with you in the morning."
"That's not true," I lied. She held up her hand.
"I'm not done." I again did as I was told and went quiet. "I know you let Leighann at least blow you every now and then." This annoyed me. Leighann had told me how she liked to suck dick so I offered mine. She wouldn't fuck me because we weren't dating but getting a random, sloppy blowjob from a cute blonde after she had been out drinking every few weeks had its perks. But that was supposed to be between us. She could see the look on my face.
"Don't be a baby, girls talk," she said, taking her hands off my knees and folding her arms over her chest. Over her breasts. I got harder. "I know you look at my ass. Why do you think I always ask you to hold the rolling step stool when I need to reach something? The step stool has brakes, you dummy."
I got brave again and broke my silence. ”Did you drive here with some crazy idea that you could fuck me in the store because no one else was coming?" It was brazen, forward. But that's how I got when it came to sex. And it was her turn to get caught off-guard.
"I didn't say that," she answered. She stood up and turned away from me but I saw the embarrassment on her face before she did. She stopped and faced the door to the sales floor.
"Say it." Braver, more forward. "Say you want me to fuck you." No turning back now. Her shoulders were rising sporadically now.
"We have to open the front doors in 30 minutes," she said. But I was right behind her now. I grabbed her hips and grinded my fully hard dick into her ass, the khakis barely restraining me. She groaned and pushed back. "Oh my God, you're so hard."
I pulled her ponytail so her chin would come up and used my other hand to stretch the collar of her polo down some, exposing the nape of her neck. I put my mouth on her neck and she groaned again. "Oh fuck, I love your mouth there." Her being so vocal made me feel like I got harder even though I was already at my full length.
She was close enough to the wall beside the door that she was able to brace herself. I used her resistance to suck at her neck and grind into her more. Her other hand was squeezing the tip of my cock through my pants. "If you don't take that out soon, you're going to have cum on your pants the rest of the day."
I again listened and stepped back to drop my pants and boxers. I stepped out of my shoes as she turned and seemed pleased with what she saw. She started undoing her own pants and leaving them on the floor. Our lips met and we kissed deep. Before we could get into the rhythm of the kiss, I pulled away and started licking her bottom lip, then sucking her top, dodging her tongue reaching for mine.
"Stop fucking teasing me," she said. She was stroking me now and it was my turn to moan. "If you're not going to kiss me, let me put your dick in my mouth." She began to kneel but I cupped my hand under her chin.
"We don't have time for that." I led her back to her feet and continued teasing her lips with my mouth and tongue. I slid my hands under the polo and under her black bra and was met by her hard nipples. I massaged them and squeezed her breasts in my hands.
"Oh, play with them, yes," she purred. Her encouragement led me to be a little more firm in my touching. I remembered the time constraints however and slid my hand over her belly, through a small patch of hair, and let my index and middle fingers find her clit.
Her legs shook. "Oh fuck, right there." She started grinding her hips into my fingers. I grabbed more than a handful of her ass cheek to steady her. "There's that ass you always look at. Is it everything you wanted it to be, baby?"
"Baby?" I asked. I started a small circle around her clit and one leg came off the floor. I grabbed it with my free hand. "You tell me if this is what you wanted, baby?" My boss was now completely spread around my fingers in the back of her store. Thank goodness the cameras are only on the sales floor.
I think she had a moment of clarity. Her eyes snapped open and she gave me that same stare from earlier. "It's been a few months, okay. Here in the last week or so, every day when I turn on my wand, I see you. Oh, don't stop," I continued circling her clit as she asked. "I just thought if we did end up here this morning, I'd flirt a little but that would be… shit," her hands gripped my shoulder harder. "...it. But I didn't think you'd be touching me in the stockroom."
Her eyes went closed and her mouth fell open. I put her leg down and took my fingers away. Before she could ask what I was doing, I sucked her juices off my index finger and let her taste herself from my middle. I came close and grabbed my dick, guiding until it was just below her clit. I put my hands on the wall behind her and started rubbing my head with her clit, thrusting slowly up and down. She moaned but then pushed me away.
"20 minutes," she pointed at the clock on the wall. "Go to my purse." With just socks on, I went as quickly as I could on the linoleum floor and looked into it. "Unzip the inside pocket," she called. I opened the pocket and saw tampons but then saw shiny foil underneath it. I came back out, opening the condom wrapper.
"You totally planned this," I smiled. I rolled the condom over the precum dripping from my cock head and to the base.
"I'm older than you, not dead…oh fuck," I broke her train of thought as I grabbed her hips and guided myself inside of her. I was partially inside her and we locked eyes again. So I got bold. I used my hands to lift her legs from the ground and held her against the wall. "Oh no fucking way, I'll turn around instead."
But she wasn't the boss for the next few minutes. I adjusted until I got my arms underneath her knees and I stayed just far enough inside of her where I didn't have to put myself back in. Her hands squeezed the back on my neck.
"Oh my God. I don't know how you're doing it but hold me right there!" I started thrusting up, locking my arms so that her pussy became my personal fuck toy. I was in deep concentration on holding the position; her head was against the wall moaning obscenities and asking for me not to stop.
It couldn't have been long but her moans became repeating ohs and she dug her nails in my neck. Which made me thrust harder. "Make me cum baby, make me cum," was the last coherent thing she said before her orgasm made her lose control.
I was shocked I made it. Besides her moans and dirty mouth, her scent and the loud sounds of her fucking had me on edge the entire time. Not to mention how hot it all was. "I'm right behind you," I groaned.
"Wait, wait, wait," she managed as started to regain control. "Put me down and take that off." My arms were killing me so I gladly did so. She sank to her knees and started licking the top of my cock. "Let me swallow you." She put her mouth on me and slid halfway down easily a few times. "Does Leighann do that?"
I didn't have to answer because she already probably knew she didn't. Instead, I watched my boss expertly suck and stroke me. "I'm going to bust," I warned her after about 45 seconds.
She grabbed my ass and forced as much of my dick in her mouth as she could and I released. I grunted loudly and moaned with both fists full of her hair (it doesn't take long to pull a hair tie off).
She gagged and took her mouth off me as I calmed down. I saw her swallow and then she licked and squeezed more out of the tip. I could have blacked out from how good it felt. She sat back on her heels and wiped her mouth on the back of her hand.
"Better get your pants and shoes back on," she said, nodding at the clock. She stood up and started pulling her panties and leggings back on as well. She wiped her mouth again and squirted some nearby hand sanitizer into her palm. After she was done disinfecting, she picked up her hair tie and put her hair back up.
"Bring us some coffee up front when you're ready," she said as she headed back to the sales floor. I buckled my pants, still in shock by what just happened. I scooped the condom off the floor and then walked it to the bathroom. I wrapped it up in a paper towel tightly and pushed it into the bottom of the small trash can. Just in case.
I went to the coffee pot and started pouring when the door popped back open. My boss stuck her head in.
"I completely forgot. How's your chin feeling?"
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Madi from the gym part 2
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After about 30 minutes more on conversation just getting to know each other her friend decides to bounce. She then asks if I wanna go somewhere else to watch the game and here is the moment of truth. I say “we can go back to my apartment we can Uber there and that I have plenty of liquor and weed she got hyped about it she said “omg let’s go” I’m so happy I knew that now I had it in the bag. I order an Uber and she touches my leg like really close to my cock. She now starts asking all these sexual questions like if “a young sexy guy like me is getting laid every night”. I told her no that not knowing anyone here makes it harder. I ask about her husband she says he’s the love of her life and left it at that. The Uber arrived and we’re on our way. We get to my apartment and she immediately goes to the fridge and pulls out a beer. She also starts dancing just super care free. I let her hit my dab pen and she starts asking all these questions about checking her out at the gym and about her ass and her tits. Kinda weird she wants me to just gush over how hot she is (which I don’t mind doing lol). She then asks about my sexual history I tell her. I had fun back home blah blah. Before I know it we’re making out on my couch we have music playing and a candle burning. The make out was intense she moved her tongue so sexy like in my mouth and she would bite my lip. She also had my pants off and was playing with my cock. I had my hands on her ass but she was still in her leather pants. She takes my hand and reaches it into her pants and under her panties to feel her soaking wet pussy.
Before I know her shirts off and she has pierced Titties (nice) and just in her little white lace thong. She takes my boxers off to be surprised about my length. (Ngl I’m slightly bigger then 9 inches). She like worshipping my dick and she has it in her mouth in no time. She was amazing at sucking dick which she said she was she used a ton and I mean a ton of spit. Also she kept my balls wet and in her mouth. Also she kept licking my taint which I had never had a girl do and ngl it felt amazing. I have honestly been on a semen retention challenge lately to help me with my workouts (I have no idea if it’s actually helping or not) but at this point I haven’t came in like 3 weeks. I was honestly scared I was gonna shot the biggest load that’s ever been shot into this sexy woman’s mouth. So I flip the switch. I pick her up and Cary her to my bedroom. I rip her thong off and kiss her body making her want my tongue to lick her completely shaven pussy. I believe there’s great power(this revelation came from an acid trip a couple years ago lol) and a woman’s vagina and like it should be given it’s all during oral so I’ve in my opinion perfected pussy licking. I had her soaking like dripping down her legs before my tongue even touched her clit. I then gently grazed her clit and let my spit drip on her clit and I would lightly lick it off. She was moaning like a mf. After minutes of severe teasing I was two fingers deep and tongue and mouth on her clit kissing it like I would her mouth and switching off between licking her clit. I then sped it up and used my tongue to tongue her clit and fingers inside her to have her cum so fucking hard. When I tell you the wet spot on my bed was epic. Which it should be honestly first wet spot in my new bed since moving here in august (ifs now March lol).
I slide myself in her missionary and she honest to god has the best pussy I’ve ever felt. She’s ungodly wet and tight and she had a gym body and would like pulse her hips and her pelvis while I was in her Awhh. I could tell my size was shocking to her as later come to find out her husband is about 4.5/5 inches and she’s only been with him for the last 6 years. She said she had had some other pretty big cocks but nothing like mine. I was deep in her and stroking slow and deep and just staring into eachothers eyes. She couldn’t form words was just moaning deep and loud into my mouth. After just a few minutes of deep stroking I can feel her cumming on my dick. It feels amazing she tightens up , she grabs my arms and just shakes. She tells me to just sit inside her. She makes me just sit in her for like 5 minutes while she moans and shakes and stares into my eyes. She keeps telling me how hot I am and how big I am.
We did doggy for a little bit fucked her rough pulled her hair and slapped her ass but what I found out was in bed she likes to be dom. She wanted to ride me and oh boy was I in for some wild shit. She’s riding me and I got her titties in my mouth and she starts telling me I’m a dirty little frat boy with a big ass dick. I’m like huh okay. I was never in a frat but okay lol. She then sucking on my neck and got her tongue in my ear. Woah did that give me the good goosebumps. Her pussy is still amazingly wet as fuck. She tells me to open my mouth and she slowly spit right into my mouth. It took a minute to make it into my mouth but I just took it. She then did it again a little more aggressively she asked if I liked the way her spit taste and honest to god don’t judge in a weird sexual way I did. I’m about to explode I tell her she licks my ear and whispers to nut inside her. Before I know it I’m unloading nearly a month and hours of fucking worth of cum inside her warm , wet tight pussy. It was unbelievable. Best orgasm I’ve had since the first time I ever jerked off.
At this point it’s only 9 pm. We laid in my bed and hit my dab pen and watched basketball and just vibed and talked. She’s a really dope person. We ended up fucking again at like 10:30 just for like 15 minutes we both got one more we ubered to my car and we went and got a plan b. I took her home since she only lives like less then 10 minutes from me. She said her husband is away a lot so I’m hoping I get a chance to fuck her in her mansion. But we’ll see. I got her number she said to use responsibly. It’s now Saturday night/Sunday morning haven’t talked to her since. Will probably see her Monday night at the gym. ! But yes best sex I’ve ever had. On saint Patrick’s day 2023!
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Nervous DL Bi Chubby Guy[26] Uses Private Gloryhole [30] Throat to Get 5 Day Load Milked Out of Cock
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I’d just gotten back from a multi-week work trip where I had a roommate. I jerked off a few times but couldn’t find time the last several days so when I go back I posted an ad on doublelist looking for a guy to help. I prefer when a guy wears a mask when he blows me or sucks me through a GH. This guy responded and he had the perfect situation. He invited me to come over and he’d deepthroat me until I came through his basement GH. I’ve only been sucked to orgasm by women several times and felt like he wasn’t lying so I came over in the late morning.
I was very nervous I hadn’t don’t this in 4 years. That guy let get me reach around his makeshift sheet gloryhole and fuck his throat like a fleshlight or pussy until my balls thighs and underwear were wet with his drool and he’d swallowed every drop of cum. He was moving so we never met again.
Fast-forward to now and I was nervous but grateful and desperate to have a guy worship my cock as long as needed. He left the basement door open for me. I always feel nervous someone is going to call the police on me or it’s a set up. He reassured me everything was okay when I came in and told me to just come in, relax, and enjoy. I walked down the stairs to see a sheet with a big hole pinned to the a door frame. I didn’t try to see him. I just wanted to think of him as a woman, unknown buddy, or sex toy. I told him I really needed this and unbuckled my belt and dropped my pants and briefs and he slowly took my cock in his mouth and teased me with his tongue.
I didn’t want to knock down the sheet so I grabbed the frame while he sucked. I moaned the whole time as he took me deeper and deeper. He cupped my balls and mixed in jerking me while sucking too. Although I do get off to face fucking and hearing and seeing my partner gag and struggle on my cock, but I let him control the pace. I wanted to experience cumming without being able to control it. I think he was used to making guys cum had cause after 4 mins he started jerking me while sucking me. I was a little disappointed but he went back to sucking me deeper and playing with my balls. I told him to be a good little cock sucker and get my balls wet. He obliged and slobbered on them and licked the crevasses.
After a minute of that he took me deep in his throat and massaged my balls and I felt the cum getting close to cumming out but still not cumming after 10 minutes he jerked and sucked me, and I was about to cum and told him to suck me deep then moaned and groaned as I felt rope after rope of my 5 day load get swallowed in stride while he took me deep. I was shaking and buckling and dug my fingers into the frame. He told me my cock was perfect and my load tasted sweet.
I told him thank you and told him I needed that and was grateful since I don’t usually cum from head. He said no problem and I was always welcome to come by and get milked.
I think I’ll take him up on it. I like the anonymity of it and it’s been a long time since I’d gotten to get stand and get my dick sucked till I came. I hope he’ll eat my ass sometime too. Hope you enjoyed my story.
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[FM] drunkenly fooling around with a friend's date
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Not really his date, more like his crush.
I became friends with Barry this past year through the bar scene. We're both into the same stuff, are in a similar phase of life, and are huge flirts.
When I'm out with Barry we usually go out just the two of us and see what happens. This often involves meeting strangers, dancing, drinking, and going back to someone's place to keep the party going.
My friend's band was playing that night and this time, Barry texted he was gonna bring someone he'd been talking to. All good.
The spot's a local bar where there's a really cool regular crowd, but in a downtown city so you always get people coming in from different areas. Two floors with a backyard & live music or a DJ on each one. I got there earlier and chatted with some people I knew, getting the drinking started.
Barry messaged that he was there so I worked my way to the entrance to say hi and was stunned to meet his crush/date Zara. She's gorgeous, 5'2", and dressed provocatively - patterned top, tight leather skirt, and fishnet stockings underneath. You could immediately tell she liked to party and there was this incredible electricity the second we made eye contact.
The night progressed as usual. Drinks, music, lots of laughs, and we eventually worked our way downstairs ahead of my friends band coming on. Barry had to use the restroom upstairs leaving me with Zara.
To this day, I have NO idea how it started, but my hand found its way on her ass and we started making out, her breathlessly sharing with me that she's not that into Barry but finds me really hot. In my head, I'm like you're allowed to like us both :)
We were getting pretty graphic and I blinked to see we were actually holding up the bathroom line. Zara grabbed my hand, pulls me into the bathroom and unabashedly starts peeing with me right there.
I'll admit, my heads totally spinning at this point. The mix of booze and arousal is hitting me and the second she's done peeing, I grab her and start kissing her again. She's an aggressive kisser while I'm more of a sensual type, but I'm too turned on to care.
I peeled off her clothes and lifted her on the sink to eat her out. Turns out Zara's a moaner and bit her hand to keep quiet. I'm not sure how much time passed with us like this but suddenly I have my cock in my hand and we're about to fuck.
At that moment, I must have sobered up because I was ultra aware of Barry likely waiting upstairs, so I tell Zara to get dressed. She's pretty pissed (understandably) and I tease her saying I just wanted to know if she'd get naked for me :)
She stuffed her underwear into my pocket, we exchanged info, and we made our way out. Turns out Barry had been having stomach issues and was on the upstairs toilet for a while.
Barry and her ended up making out later, and he walked her home. He came back out later and shared he was really annoyed with how Zara wasn't paying attention to him.
Barry is the possessive/jealous type, so the thing with Zara is hush hush. He's flirted with girls I've been hanging out with before, and they aren't dating, so I don't feel guilty about our tryst.
I love going out with her because we're both sluts and watch out for each other. I'd really love for us three to go out as a group but things seem to have fallen apart between Zara & Barry.
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35[M] - Mutual Masturbation! My wife likes to masturbate with her [F] friend - UPDATE BELOW / original post above
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Originally i posted the other day about how my wife just confessed something to me and it kind of blew my mind. This is my original post and below is the update. So she just confessed that her and her best friend, who is currently single, have been masturbating together secretly for over a year. whoa!
So, my wife and I each have a small amount of side fun, we typically don’t share our exploits with each other, it just… works for us that way. We definitely aren’t huge swingers, just like each enjoy the freedom to pursue interesting things that may come in our path…
The surprising thing is that she has always adamantly been clear that she is not attracted to women, and never has had any interest in going down on a woman or having sex with a woman… And she even explained that one night when they were staying at a hotel together on some trip, they put some porn on the hotel tv and both like masturbates in the bed… and since then they have been sneaking off very regularly, like 3 times a week at least to masturbate together. Which I think is super hot! The hottest part to me is how they both consider themselves straight and they don’t really touch each other except for their feet and legs and hips sometimes from being next to each other but they usually like to get either naked from the waist down or just totally naked if they have time. They don’t watch porn usually they just tell each other fantasies and talk about guys they are fucking or have fucked!
I think it’s insanely hot and I had NO IDEA and now I know i whenever my wife is “going out for a drink with ***** that means they are going to her friends and Jilling like crazy?
I told her I want to watch and she doesn’t really know how she can exactly accommodate that because it would change the vibe, which i get but I hope i get the chance some time…
So, this is all i have been thinking about and i’ve been asking a ton of questions, my wife and I have been fucking like rabbits because i’ve been so horny, but she keeps revealing more details like they do occasionally go down on each other, but usually they prefer to lay next to each other on their backs and have their one inside leg wrapped around each other while they masturbate. They usually rub each other’s pussies but like usually after they each cum as they are kind of like laughing and having silly fun…
Are there any other “mostly straight” women who like to do this with a friend?
UPDATE:
Ok, so… I my wife and I did some hotwifing stuff previously and it’s been pretty hot… so this whole recent confession of hers has me asking her all these specific questions, not trying to seem to needy but i’m constantly asking her details in person and in text… and recently i’ve been asking her about what specifically she and her friend had done together, because she had previously said “pretty much we usually just masturbate together…” And so i kinda wanted to know what “pretty much usually” means and what other stuff they had gotten into and this last discovery kind of blew my mind again…. So… apparently for the last few weeks, they had been experimenting with “scissoring” or “grinding.” I honestly thought that was pretty much just a semi-fake thing done in porn only, and my wife said that a lot of the porn they watch when they masturbate together is girl on girl, and a lot of it recently had been grinding/scissoring scenes. Soooo… they said they had been experimenting with that and had found a really nice angle that was really comfortable and hit both of their clits really nicely, and let them both just rub and slowly build to climax while they talk or chat or watch porn….
So hot…. 🥵 So she really kinda still considers that “masturbating” but Imagining them doing that is amazing. And since she has told me her secret, instead of going over there 1-2 times a week, it’s been 3-4 times a week these last few weeks. Today she came home after work and said “Xxxx and I are gonna go to the gym and workout together tonight. I’ll be back in a few hours…” So she knows i know but it’s this fun game where she tells me the pretend excuse outloud and we have like secret text messages about what they get into…
And her friend is single and has like 3-4 regular fuck buddies/exes. So from what i have gathered from my wife, her friend never gets off from intercourse, so lately, she’s just been having a guy dump his load in her, and then my wife comes over, and they are both SUPER INTO cream pies and cum so they will like play with each other and scissor when her friend is still filled up with the guys cum who just left. Like they coordinate it where the guy leaves and my wife shows up within 5 minutes. So that’s what she told me that has me all crazy horny… She texted me all these details tonight and i bent her over the counter and fucked her when she came home…
So… who knew scissoring was a real thing? I wonder if any ladies out there have any experience with that… I’d love to chat with any women with mutual masturbation experience
UPDATE 2:
So my wife has been basically getting addicted to scissoring and masturbating with her friend, especially immediately after her friend gets filled with cum from her fuck buddy and i’ve been very supportive since she told me…. to the point where, when she comes home im hard and i’ll fuck her when she walks in the door while she tells me about her experience… or she’ll let me eat her pussy briefly after or the next day while she tells me about it…
So… the most recent development is that my wife and her friend have been cumming together to the idea of both of them getting fucked by 2 different guys at the same in the same room. My wife asked me one morning how i would feel if she did that and i basically told her i would fucking love it! But she would have to tell me about it after in detail while i ate her cum filled pussy. She just said “deal.” and smiled. They had two guys lined up that very night, and she hit me with “i’m running to grab a drink with xxxx” while she was wearing a very sexy dress.
So yeah… life has been pretty awesome lately. She has been telling me all the details with her cum soaked panties on the floor and her legs spread while i got a tongue workout in. Since this new development she and her friend are like addicted to getting fucked together… they have tried lots of positions and love it when the guys leave after.
Id love to hear from you, chat is open.
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[A/ne] me [30M] and my Uncle's Wife [46F] confronted - major event. [Update]
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So i thought that my Aunt will speak about this 'first', but she didn't. She was behaving casually and this was adding too much to my confusion, and sexual tension was extremely high. The fact that she didn't object made me fearless in my approach.
So yesterday i decided to stay home. During her daily afternoon nap, i went into her room. It was dark and very courageously, I slid myself into her blanket. To my surprise, she was not surprised. She was wearing her night gown and i was in my shorts and t-shirt. Immediately underneath the blanket, I hugged her tightly - she responded well and hugged back. Our legs were enveloping each others'. I started to kiss her neck, and moved her to lip-kiss her and kissed her passionately. While I was hugging and kissing her, I folded my knee to touch her vagina - I realised she was not wear any undergarments. I could feel that she was shaved this time (perhaps she must have shaved after our last encounter). With her hand she moved my knee to not touch her vagina. We were still kissing passionately. I already had a huge boner - she must have felt it while we were tightly hugged - even i ensured not to wear my briefs. I uncovered her breast and started to kiss her cleavage, breast, underneath the breast and nipples. I realised she had a relatively larger areola and i licked it all with my tongue. Meanwhile she grabbed my penis over the shorts. While laying with her, I removed my shorts and naked penis visible now . She held it and felt it and mover her hand to take note of my penis size, girth and all.
I was essentially out of control not - she was all naked except her night gown which had slid between her chest and hips. Out of nowhere, she said "Thank You" - i was confused but i choose to ignore and gave her a kiss. I now tried to touch her naked vagina - she was indeed very well shaven. I tried to reach for her clit. She was quivering while i was touching. I could feel that she was extremely wet. As soon i tried to finger her, she moved my hand away and told me to talk first.
She told me that we can make love to each other but i should not insert my penis in her. Other things are fine. I ask her the reason and she just said "not now". I was already in extreme heat, that i asked her straight on what else can we do, and she said everything else. She grabbed my penis and started to stroke it heavily, while also grabbing my balls sometime. Though I wanted go down on her and lick her badly, with her intensive stroked, I ejaculated on her. She gave me a little laugh. I was a little embarrassed but i hugged her. While we were under the blanket she masturbated (still not allowing me to rub her - don't know why) and released her energy. We hugged (it was more of love-hug rather than sexual-hug) and actually took a little nap.
Thank you for the motivation guys, will keep you guys on further updates, if any :)
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[S/S] fun with my transgender sister
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Ahh alright alright, as my name suggests yes, this is a throw away acc because for some reason like everyone I know irl can see my main acc
So to start off basically, I'm a cis lesbian (F18) and my trans sister is bisexual (F18 too) were both still at home with our parents and pet dog, we've always been super close from a young age but a few months ago when my my sister (I'll call her Emma) told me she was trans I was a bit suprised (after thinking about it now, it was a lot more clear then I had noticed), not a bad suprised, more of a "this is exciting" kinda suprised, we've always had homophobic/transphobic parents so she had only told me that she was trans and we decided to keep it a secret between us. Emma already knew I was a lesbian and she had already come out as bi a few years ago so we both knew that much anyway.
Blah blah skip forward to about a week ago from when im writing this, Emma tends to talk to me about her trans stuff, I don't mind at all, I just try and do my best to support her, but that day she was looking a bit down, not really talking as much, looking sad and stuff, so while we were hanging out in my room I told her to wait there, rummaged through my closet and got some of my extra clothes for her (sports bra, panties, some other random clothes) and when I handed her it her face instantly lit up, she was so cute haha
She hugged me for what felt like an hour straight, I told her she could try everything on right now, she was a bit hesitant because she didn't want to get naked in front of me but I told her that I'd look away, she then agreed to that, I covered my face with a pillow and waited till she was done changing and... oh my god. She was literally the cutest girl I had ever seen in my whole life, it was turning me on how cute my own sister looked. She asked me what I thought and I told her she looked amazing, she then tackled me onto my bed with the biggest cutest hug in the world and gave me a kiss on the cheek saying thank you, I blushed so hard and told her "no problem"
We talked more and then she left for her room to sleep, later the next day she came into my room again and she told me she had a really embarrassing question, I asked her what it was and after like 10 minutes of her face being fully red she finally asked if I could help her buy a dildo. I was shocked, I didn't respond at first and she must have thought she was being weird because she started to apologize perfusely, I told her it was no problem at all and I told her I could give her something, I reached under my bed past all the junk there and pulled out 2 dildos, her face went bright red and she got a little girly boner when she saw them, I handed her one (the smaller of the two) and told her she probably needs to learn how to use one. She slowly nodded her head up and down at me still bright red and after I built up enough courage I took my pants off and my shirt.
I told her to do the same which she did, I then took of my panties hiding myself with my hand some extremely embarrassed until I finally took a few breaths and then moved my hand, I could see her girl cock getting bigger from her seeing me
After a bit more I showed her what to do and we both came to orgasm, very quickly. After we both orgasmed we took a few minutes to breathe and calm down, (we're both fully naked at this point) and I decided to sit right next to her to see what I could get away with, I told her she might wanna try practicing anything she wants on me
She didn't speak a single word and slowly and gently started to rub my clit, and then my nipples, and it kept getting more intense. She started to finger me a little bit, then she started to suck on my nipples and finger me, but I could only last so long, after a little bit I couldn't take it anymore and pushed Emma onto her back and started making out with her. Since I wasn't too interested in getting pregnant I put her girl cock in my ass and made her fuck me while we made out, she ended up cumming in my pretty quickly and so did I, we ended up being do tired after that we just kinda cuddled naked for a while, until she went back to her room
The next day was pretty much back to normal, we didn't even mention what had happened, but she does keep asking what a vibrator feels like so I'm buying one we can use, hopefully we both like it
Sorry if it was weird or anything lol, just tired and I'm writing this at like midnight, hoping you maybe post more
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[f/d] our new lifestyle
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Before my dad I never even so much as kissed anyone, but now I feel so experienced with everything he's taught me.
We finally did anal and it was more fun than I expected. I prefer the front but the back is definitely its own unique experience. Sometimes, and this is my favorite, he'll have sex with me in the regular way and then he'll finish by putting just the tip in my butt while he touches himself. It's really fun and it turns out I like the way it feels when his hand hits up against me when he does that.
I love cooking for him, and keeping the house nice. I've been going to school full time for a while and he encouraged me to apply for grad school once I'm done. I was thinking about it but he really pushed me over the edge to apply.
I can't tell anyone I know in real life about this. I feel so sure and good and solid when I'm with him but we can never be public about it. I'm ok with it for now, though, because it means I get to be with the man I love.
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Rush hour Tease in Subway 2
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I shifted myself around a little to turn my crotch away from her ass as much as I could. Then I felt a shock as a hand touched my hip. It tucked a finger into the pocketof my jeans and pulled me until it had turned me aroundagain, so that my crotch was buried in her cheeks onceagain. The woman in front of me glanced up from her newspaper.Her blue eyes locked on mine, and I felt the full impactof what was happening in that brief moment before shelooked down at the paper again. It was her hand that hadpulled me back. It was she who had pulled me back intoher. The message was clear. She didn’t want me to stop. Daring not to breathe, I began to sway with the train alittle more. I tried to make it look as if it was justthe movements of the car, but moved with it to pushmyself against her. My hips bounced lightly against herrear, deeper against her. I felt pressure with everythrust. She was pushing back at me. Among these crowds ofpeople, we were silently making fucking motions towardeach other. I leaned my head back as I pushed harder against her.Pleasure flowed through me as I felt her warm bodyagainst mine. Looking down at her, I could see her cheekswere growing pinker and she was gripping the newspapertighter. I glanced around us. No one seemed to notice orcare. It was just the two of us in a sea of people. I let go of the rail with one hand, and slid it downcasually. I let my hand drift between us to cup one cheekof her ass. I squeezed it lightly, and I heard her inhalesharply as she pressed against it. When I felt her hand again, it wasn’t as surprising asthe last time. Her fingers slid to my zipper and pulledit down. Then her hand slipped into my jeans and pulledmy swollen shaft free of my briefs. Freed, it sprang outand pushed against her ass. As casually as I could I lifted her skirt. It was onlythen that I discovered she wasn’t wearing anythingunderneath, because my cock buried itself inside her bareass. I was soaking wet by then and my preseminal fluidsalong with the natural rhythm of the bouncing train madequick work of what might have been awkward in othercircumstances. She clenched her cheeks together, gripping my shafttightly as I thrust back and forth against her. Iclutched the handrail tighter and heard her newspaperrustle as she tightened her grip on it as well. She wasbreathing heavily as I began to push harder and fasterinto her, rubbing her crack with my hardness. Then she bit her lip and gave off a soft squeak. I felther cheeks clenching in rhythm as she came, and thesensation sent me over the edge. I couldn’t hold back agrunt as I climaxed in her. I felt my come shoot intoher. We were pressed together, shuddering, surrounded bypeople, but not caring. The train gave off a whine as it pulled into the nextstation. I flushed with panic as I hurried to tuck myselfinto my clothes again and zip up the fly. Her hand swepther skirt into place. We arranged ourselves just in timeas the train came to a stop and the doors opened. People began to file out. The woman turned away from meand I heard the rustle of paper. Then she tore off theedge of her newspaper. She slipped it into my hand as shelooked up at me once more. Her expression was calm andneutral, but I saw a flicker of amusement in her eyes fora brief moment. Then she walked out with the others. Icaught a glimpse of a glistening wetness running down herinner thighs as she walked away. I looked down at the paper she had given me. It had ahastily scribbled message on it that read: “I’ll be onthis train next Tuesday. Hope you will too.” I guess rush hour isn’t so bad, after all.
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Last night’s wet dream [NB/M 20s] [roommates] [light CNC] [DP]
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I just moved into a house with a big group of friends, and one of the friends was showing me around and introducing me to the other roommates who were home.
After giving me a quick rundown, we got to chatting in the living room, and I could tell they were sizing me up. As time went on, they sat closer and closer to me, got touchier and touchier. I knew my nerves were showing, that my face was turning red and I was stuttering, but they were so calm and collected that I pretended to be the same, even as their fingers traced up my inner thigh. I could feel myself getting soaked, that hot desire burning between my legs. Even so, my nerves were getting the best of me.
“Wait-“ I interrupted as they tugged at the waistband of my jeans.
“What, you don’t want this?” They cooed, fingers still slowly undoing my button, my zipper.
“I’m just not sure if we should- Shouldn’t we go in your room or something?”
“It’s fine. You scared of someone seeing you like this?”
Before I could respond their hand was down my jeans, between my thighs, making me gasp and shiver at the touch. They pressed their fingertips inside me, stretching me open, and soon had both of our pants off, and were pulling me into their lap. I had a split second thought about protection but the feeling of their cock starting to press into my dripping hole had my head spinning.
“Fuck,” I whined. “I don’t know if I can ta-“ I was interrupted by them pulling my hips down, burying their whole cock inside me, filling me more than I imagined I could ever take. They groaned and grabbed my hips to bounce me up and down, the feeling of getting fucked so deep leaving me breathless.
I didn’t even notice that another roommate had come home, and had been watching me get fucked out in the open. He had pulled out his hard cock and stepped behind me. I only noticed he was there when I felt him start to press his cock at my entrance too. My face burned with embarrassment realizing someone had seen us, I didn’t even think to protest before the head of his cock had popped inside me along with his roommates cock, and I was being stretched open on two near-strangers in their living room. I whimpered at the discomfort of the stretch, and as he bottomed out inside me he laughed to the other roommate, “New toy, hm?”
The feeling of them pumping their cocks in and out of my tight hole was so overwhelming, I couldn’t hold myself up any longer. I was just collapsed on top of the first roommate, able to only focus on how full I felt, how good and degrading it felt to be used like this. The roommate standing behind me pulled his cock out and I felt him press against my ass.
“Wait, I’ve never-“ I interrupted myself with a gasp as he just shoved his cock inside my ass.
“Fuck,” I cried, and he cursed back as he started to slam his cock in and out of my virgin asshole. I must’ve been making too much noise because I heard the sounds of doors opening and closing. I turned my head to see the other roommates standing around watching, some palming at themselves, some filming. I whined, but I couldn’t deny that feeling so exposed was making me even more wet and pliant.
A third roommate stepped up to me, grabbed my hair, and pulled my head down until my lips met their groin. They hissed through their teeth, “God, I’m so glad you’ll be moving in with us.”
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[F/d] I may have had sex with my daughter - update 4
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Hey, so here's what happened since yesterday. I went to pick up my daughter at her place, I got out the car and she came out of the building, she looked amazing. She was wearing a golden top, with white jacket and skirt. I gave her flowers before she got in the car and she started tearing up while kising me. She got in the car and hugged the flowers through the whole ride. We arrived at the restaurant and had lunch, we talked about her life, she told me that she had always wanted to be a theater actress, but her mom made her study accounting in college, after one year the begged her mom to let her go to an arts college but her mom refused so she dropped out. She's been working at restaurants to save up for shcool and going to auditions but hasn't gotten any roles. I told her about my life as well. The whole meal felt way more close to father and daughter than anything else which we both enjoyed.
After lunch we went to the movies, I bought VIP tickets to make it nicer, she held me the whole movie and we kissed for a while at the end. We went to the mall, I bought her a few gifts, then we went to walk at a park. There we acted much more like a couple, I thought people were gonna stare but I don't look too grown up so I guess it looked fine. We sat and talked some more, she told me that she was so happy to find me and wanted to spend as much time as she could with me and that she loved me, I said I was sorry we couldn't be together sooner and that I'd always be with her. After it got a little dark we went to an Italian place for dinner and she asked to take me to a club, I agreed and went.
We got in at around 11, the place was kinda old-school themed, we paid for a tequila bottle so they gave us a table as well. We spent the time drinking and dancing and we just couldn't keep our eyes off each other. We left at around 2 am and I drove us home (I can hold my alcohol pretty well so I felt safe driving). She was also well she was just a little tipsy. We got home and she began to strip for me, she gave me a short lapdance and took off my pants, we took me in her mouth for a few minutes and it felt incredible (I rarely get blowjobs from girls) she kept asking me to slap her while blowing me. I grabbed by the neck and kissed her all the way to the bed and she told me she was on birth control. I fucked her for maybe 30 minutes, then went down on her. She moaned very loudly the whole time and kept saying thank you daddy. I fucked her again for like 20 minutes and needed to cum, she begged me to cum inside her so I went in deep and filled her up. I fell to the bed next to her and she thanked me and kissed me. We cooled down and went to take a shower. We didn't have sex again she just gave me a quick blowjob again and swallowed that time. We went to bed.
I just woke up and wrote this with her sleeping next to me. I'll get up in a bit to make us breakfast and see what we'll do the rest of the day.
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[F] Fucking Old Man Winter
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The snow literally doesn't seem to want to end and has been devastating to my seasonal depression. For weeks, I've been searching for a light at the end of the tunnel moment, but nothing has come. I look out the window, and the ground is entirely white, fog loaded with diamond dust hangs in the distance, and all the trees are sprouting frost from top to bottom rather than leaves. Feeling like there is no escape from "the great white north," I finally broke and embraced becoming submissive in a way that doesn't involve my Hubby. Instead, I decided to kneel eagerly with my tongue hanging out for Old Man Winter, good ol' Jack Frost's frozen treat.
Now for me to become Old Man Winter's submissive slut, it took some preparation, starting with a condom ribbed for her pleasure to spoil myself and a paper towel roll. There are easier ways to do this, but I was determined to make sure it was the Canadian winter that was fucking me. I went outside in only a pair of leggings, boots, and a winter jacket. No underwear or shirts were involved, and for added fun, I brought one of my glass toys. It was blizzarding outside, which was perfect since it already felt like I was being fucked by the winter, but I needed something more. Stabbing my glass dildo into the snow. It was like my erotic version of the story, the sword in the stone, but mine was the dildo in the snow. With only the glass heart end poking out, the chilling of the glass began.
Meanwhile, I ripped open the condom packet and got to work on the main project at hand, filling it with handful after handful of snow until it was packed to the opening. However, knowing how solids and liquids work, I knew I'd have a volume problem and would need to wait for the snow to melt. Hence where the glass dildo comes into play. With the snow-packed condom and triumphantly pulling the dildo out of the snow, I went inside to start the melting process and have a little fun.
Once inside, I secured the condom to the paper towel roll so that it was hanging vertically and had begun to melt. As that happened, I slipped off my jacket and pulled my leggings down to my ankles. All while still in front of our outside door, which has glass panels in it, but because it was cold, they froze over, making it impossible to see me, but I still got the rush from it. With one hand on the upper glass panel, my other hand controlled the glass toy, thigh fucking myself first to feel just how cold the toy was, which made me quiver each time the tip was pressing against my frozen clit. Then came the penetration, and I'm no stranger to ice play; I've stupidly melted an ice cube inside myself before, but that feeling of the initial penetration, as the cold touch of the glass, tangos with the warmth of my internal lust drove me fucking wild.
Being dressed the way I was when I was outside had made me quite wet prior to being penetrated, so there was no need to hold anything back as I ruthlessly took every inch of my toy inside, trying to push my muscles to go faster, and even pressed my tits against the frozen glass panels of the door for extra stimulation. Looking back, I have no idea if anyone walked by outside, but the neighbours haven't said anything, so that's a good sign. Anyway, moaning out my loud "oh fucks" as all this happened, I had my first orgasm but held the toy inside myself as I checked the condom. Most of it had melted, but it wasn't close to being full. This presented me with another unexpected opportunity. Putting the glass toy inside myself to the heart on the base of it, I simultaneously pulled up my leggings to keep it inside. Then, I got dressed and grabbed the condom while keeping it in the paper towel roll.
I was a girl on a mission, as each step made me feel the nine-inch glass toy tickling my insides. The cold that got through my leggings chilled the base of the toy, which would occasionally tap my clit, but once I was back in the yard. I squatted down, which made the toy push deeper into me, and I admittedly moaned quite loud, but I started packing more snow into the condom. Thankfully the water from the already melted snow inside made the new snow melt quicker, and after a few minutes, it was as full as I felt I could get it. However, before going inside, I decided to have one more orgasm. Reaching between my legs, I held the glass heart on the toy through my leggings and started bouncing up and down, trying to pull it out while my leggings pushed it back in. It weirdly felt quite good, and I ended up soaking through my leggings by the time I came, which also let more snow melt, so a definite win-win.
Unfortunately, the next phase of the plan would take some time, as I precariously placed the paper towel roll in my freezer, then had a shower to clean myself up, then went to work, as the freezer went to work on making me a fuckable version of the Canadian winter. Hours passed while I was at work, but the whole time I kept thinking about my new toy and even told my coworkers about it. Which are just some perks of being in a sex-positive environment with other women. When I got home, though, I immediately went to check on Mr. Winter, and sure enough, I had a new frozen friend ready to give me orgasms.
However, a quick side note about ice play, it can be dangerous to do anal with ice since it'll numb you. It can do damage internally without you realizing it. If you make an ice toy, run it under water before use, so you don't get stuck in an awkwardly painful but erotic tongue-on-pole situation.
Now back to the fun, having run some water on the condom and making sure it wouldn't stick to me by testing it with my tongue, which I think is a good enough test. I went up to my bathtub and had some fun. Filling the tub with just a little bit of water to partially submerge my booty but keeping it lower than the bottom of my pussy, I put my legs up on either side and slowly dragged the Canadian winter between my lips, getting the tip soaked in my warm, natural, self-made juices before taking the ice cold plunge, and pushing the length inside of me, and holy shit. It's one thing to have an ice cube inside yourself, but having eight inches of ice with the girth of a paper towel roll doesn't even compare.
My eyes shot wide open as I held onto the knot I tied into the condom. I could only go in and out a handful of times before I needed to pull it out and catch my breath. My pussy didn't stand a chance of melting this thing quickly, but I was loving it. I tried a few more times, but with the same result, only managing a few penetrations and then taking a breather. I then started rubbing my clit, hoping that would help, but every time I pulled Mr. Winter out, it'd drag across my clit, causing my eyes to roll into the back of my head lustfully. This toy was teasing me intensely, and I wasn't getting anywhere close to cumming, so driven by my lust, I saw a last-resort solution to this conundrum. Pulling the plug and readjusting my position in the tub, I put my feet against the wall, turned on some lukewarm water from the tap, and had it, so it berated my clit. Then I used the toy simultaneously and massaged my breasts, and fuck, I quickly became cum drunk after that. The water falling on my clit, also melted the ice a bit, which made it easier to keep going, and I lost track after three orgasms.
At one point, the ice had melted enough that the remaining ice cube inside was able to move around slightly, and it weirdly had some penis-like traits, aside from the fact it was still extremely cold. Also, the whole time I kept moaning, "fuck me harder, winter" at first, it was a joke, but I got weirdly into it to the point my hypersexuality made it a significant turn-on. Finally, while in my cum drunken stupor, there was one thing I was craving from Old Man Winter, and that was a facial. My plan was to cut the condom and douse myself in the ice-cold water, but I was reluctant since I also weighed the option of making him a reusable toy.
Although that was a stupid idea, and I'm glad past cum drunken Kimmi opted out of it. I then grabbed a pair of hair shears from the counter, then staggered back into the bath, where I put my head down on the bottom and carefully cut the knot of the condom, then putting the shears on the edge of the tub, I slowly poured the cold water all over my face, making sure to get some in my mouth like a good girl, then turned on the hot water, and had myself a nice relaxing soak in the tub to ease my cold cumdrunkenness before making a yummy dinner.
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No Time Like The Present [M40/F28] [Public Sex] [Mutual Masterbation]
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Nobody planned anything. That was kind of the beauty of it. You found yourself on this side of town; I was leaving work early. What I thought was just going to be a quick chat at your car turned dirty real quick.
"When are you going to fuck me?"
I knew the question all too well. I thought by now you would be tired of me deflecting it with some smart ass answer. And yet, here we are right outside the job. And there you are with a shit eating grin and those big eyes. You break your smile and begin to bite your lip, making sure to lock eyes with me even more. You know lip bites drive me crazy.
I'm already hard.
"I just want to feel it in my mouth."
Fuck.
I can't fuck you, the window isn't big enough. I know there's no such thing as a perfect time for anything but goddammit I want to be able to enjoy your pussy without thinking about the clock.
Besides the clock for how long I would be able to last once I was actually inside you.
"So I've always wanted to try a dressing room…" I offer.
Not even 5 minutes later, I'm watching you walk into JCPenney. I agreed to wait a few minutes before I went in. The minutes drag. A text breaks the tension
It's pretty empty in here.
It's less than five minutes later before I find you, before I'm following you into a dressing room. You didn't bother grabbing any clothes. Your hands immediately rip my cock from my khakis. The damn things do a piss poor job holding me in when I get hard anyway.
"Fuck it's as big as it looked." you manage before you start encircling my head with your tongue. You moan with anticipation.
I pull your lips off me.
"What the f--", my hand covers your mouth. I hold up a finger and listen. Satisfied, I bring my lips close to your ear.
"I only give a fuck about you coming right now and we both know it's probably impossible." Your tongue darts out of your mouth and starts stroking my hand longingly. I use my left hand to unbutton your pants then take my right away from your lips. "And as much as I'd like fuck you against this wall or bury my face deep inside you, this is how we're playing this."
I hold my fingers back up your mouth.
"Lick. Get them wet."
"You know I'm already---"
"Not fully the point. Lick."
You do as you're told. I start pushing your pants down with my left hand and you start moving your legs to make them drop faster. Your ass is calling me, so I turn you to face the wall so I can take it all in.
"I see you left your underwear behind," I hiss into your ear.
"Easier acce…fuck!" you moan too loudly. My right fingers have found your clit, my left has a handful of your ass. I go slow, letting my fingers explore your soft, wet pussy. Using my fingertips to find your clit and squeeze it which you respond to by increasing your breathing. "Jesus, just fuck me," you whine. I take a chance and give your ass a firm slap.
I guide your hand to my cock.
"No. I'm going to stand here and make you lose your mind until your legs are jelly. If you don't come, I'm going to send you out of here so ready for penetration that you contemplate mounting your gear shift for some sort of release. I'm going to make you tell me how often you think about my dick while your pussy gushes all over my fingers. When I'm about to come, I'll let you have the whole load wherever you want. And if we're still not caught, I'll think about pinning you against the wall and letting you slide up and down my dick a few times before I walk out of here. Will that work?”
You manage to moan softly and open your eyes to look at me, your glasses already on your head to keep them from getting broken as I finger fuck you.
"I liked you better before I sent you my tits the first time."
I grin. "No you didn't." You wrap both arms behind my neck as I let my dick rest on your ass. Both of my middle and ring fingers find your clit and start rubbing in unison. "Stop lying to yourself…."
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My first time with my best friend's mom [M21/F43][MILF][Oral][Squirt]
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I (M21) woke up with a smile on my face. I still couldn't believe what had happened last night. I had planned on hooking up with Jake's (M21) little sister (F20) to get back at him but ended up getting sucked off by his mom (F43) instead.
As I woke up and prepared for the day my phone buzzed. It was a text message from Ms. Sheila.
"Ricky, we need to have a talk" is all it said.
Reading that I began to get nervous. I hadn't thought of how she might react negatively to drunkenly sucking her son's friend's dick. I decided to ignore it for now, hoping she'd leave it alone and I could escape back to college in 2 days.
I text Shelby, who had no idea what had happened between me and her mother either, that I had an amazing time last night and wanted to spend more time together when we got back to school. I still had plans for her.
Monday was move in day so I only had to last the rest of the weekend. Saturday I was able to lay low at my house just packing and getting things ready for the coming semester. Sunday was different though. I received multiple text from Ms. Sheila at this point and really hadn't responded to any. Multiple phone calls as well which I let go to voice mail. Then I heard my stepmom on the phone before she entered my room. She said Ms. Sheila needed some help at her house and I was to go over there immediately. I couldn't believe she used my mother to get to me.
I walked next door with a feeling of dread, unsure of what awaited me. Ms. Sheila answerd the door and led me inside. She took me to the living room and we sat on the sofa where just the other night she begged me to paint her tits with my jizz.
She told me she sent Jake and Shelby out to run errands so we could talk in private.
I sat there expecting to be scolded for what I'd done while she was drunk. Finally she spoke.
"Firstly, I understand why you didn't want to come over Ricky. I just need to say... I'm.. I'm so sorry about what happened and how I acted."
I just sat there looking at her confused.
"I know I was wasted but that's no excuse. I remember everything I did and I never should have made you do such things. I'm so sorry I don't know what came over me. You've always been like a second son to me and I go and take advantage of you like that."
She was starting to tear up. Here I was thinking I was in some sort of trouble and she's apologizing to me.
She turns away with tears in her eyes. I come to my senses, slide closer to her and place my hand on her leg just above her knee. She's wearing shorts so I feel the smoothness of her skin as I do.
"Don't be upset Ms. Sheila. I'm not upset about what happened at all.", I try to comfort her.
She looks back at me, "No, what young man would want to do such things with and old woman like me, even my husband ran off with a younger woman. And you're Jake's friend it just wasn't right."
"That's not true you are a very attractive woman any man of any age should be happy to have you."
"You think so?"
"Of course. If anything I should apologize to you."
"Why would you apologize?", she looked at me wiping a tear out of her eye. Clearly starting to cheer up after my compliments.
"Because, you told me how long it's been since you had a man and I didn't take care of you at all. That was very rude of me."
She blushed, shocked by my words, "Ricky, you shouldn't talk like that. You're half my age. I've watched you grow up since you were a baby. It's not..."
I cut her off by reaching up and wiping one remaining tear from her eye with my thumb then leaving my hand caressing the side of her face.
"Sheila, you are an amazing beautiful woman and you deserve to be treated right. I've always been attracted to you as long as I can remember." The last line was a slight lie, I'd always known Sheila was attractive but never really thought of her sexually until recently.
Regardless my lines worked I could feel her melting in my hands. I pulled her close and kissed her lips. She pulled away at first.
"We shouldn't," She whispered.
"I want you." I said in retort.
With that I kissed her again this time moving my hand up her inner thigh and between her legs. I could feel her wetness though her thin shorts already. This time she didn't resist she wrapped her hands around the back of my head running her fingers through my hair as she kissed me passionately.
I interrupted our kiss and pulled away from Sheila for a moment.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Take your shorts off," I commanded, "It's time for me to take care of you."
She was hesitant at first until I laid her down and helped her slide her shorts and soaked panties down her long legs. I stood over her admiring her soaking wet pussy before positioning myself between her legs and started licking her. Her whole body shook as I licked between her lips tasting her sweet juices. She let out deep moans of pleasure as I moved my tongue from her tight cunt to her clit.
She had a hand full of my hair pressing my face deeper into her. I could feel her body start to tense. I knew she was close. Just before she came I stopped licking.
"What? Why?" She said out of breath.
"I think you're ready" I said then stripped naked revealing my raging boner.
Her eyes lit up when she saw it just as they had the other night.
"Wait! Let's go to the bedroom just incase the kids come home."
Damn, I thought as I followed her to her bed. She took off her shirt freeing her massive tits. I squeezed them together and sucked her nipples before throwing her on the bed and climbing on top of her.
I lined the head of my cock up to her tight wet pussy and she let out a gasp as I shoved it inside her. She felt so tight wrapped around my cock, you would never guess she'd had 3 kids. I thrust deep into her fucking her hard and fast. After the teasing I gave her on the couch it doesn't take her long to cum. I feel her pussy get even tighter around my shaft as I continue to pound away. She moans so load its almost a scream as she orgasms. Her body shaking with pleasure she starts to squirt soaking her bed. I slow my pace as she recovers from her orgasm but continue to fuck her. Sheila pulls me close to her and kisses me passionately again. Then she nibbles on my ear and says softly, "Let me ride you."
I laid on my back in Sheila's love stain. She climbed on top of me sliding my cock back into her wanting cunt. Leaning over me she puts her tits in my face. I squeeze them and bite them and lick her hard nipples as she grinds on top of me.
Removing her tits from my face she leans back and bounces wildly on my dick.
"You like that? You like how this mommy rides your fat young cock?"
"Fuck yes. Ride it you sluty milf."
The dirty talk only turns her on more and makes her increase her pace.
After some time I can feel myself getting close to orgasm.
"Oh fuck keep going you're going to make me cum!"
"Not yet I'm close too!"
I grab her hips and start to thrust up into her.
"Fuck yes that's it. Go fill me up. I want it inside me!"
Hearing that I slam her down on my cock and unleash my load inside her. As she feels my load filling her womb her eyes roll back as she begins to cum as well. Squirting again I feel her juices running over my abs and between my legs. Once we're both finished she collapsed on my chest. Both of us out breath we just laid there in bliss.
I was still shocked that all this even happened. The thought popped into my head of what Jake would think if I got his mom pregnant and I became his step-dad. I'm sure Sheila had her tubes tied after Shelby though so that probably won't happen.
Sheila kissed me on the cheek.
"That was the best I've had in years. You should go before Jake and Shelby get back but make sure you come visit me when you all go back to school."
With that I went to the living room and threw on my clothes. Sheila's shorts still on the ground where I tossed them. Her soaking wet panties still inside them. I took the panties as a suviener and went home, throwing them in the bag I'd already packed for school. Looking forward to the next semester but now looking forward to my trips home even more.
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[F]22 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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[B/B] My Brother (22M) Gave Me (20M) A Blowjob For The First Time
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My profile has past posts
Okay everyone, big update. I slept in his bed again, it feels so good to be in bed with him so we decided to stick to that. I told him about what happened with my mom and he found it very odd how comfortable she seems with it. We plan to do some testing in the future to gauge interest in doing anything.
Also someone said that it was “unrealistic” that i got up in the morning and had someone finger me, i don’t really get that as i’ve done anal masturbation for years. Anyway, onto the meat of the update.
We had a pretty normal couple of days, i gave him a blowjob one night, i wasn’t feeling too great so we didn’t do more. However tonight (as i’m writing this) we had alot more fun. Now if you didn’t see the extra post on my profile, then you didn’t see that i was planning on attempting to gauge interest in whether my brother would pee on me, to update about this, he got up and said “i gotta go pee i’ll be right back” while we were watching a movie in our room, so i took this opportunity to joke and say “just pee right here” he said “there isn’t exactly a toilet here” and i opened my mouth and said “right here duh” he laughed and said “shut up”. This felt pretty natural and didn’t give me much info, so i decided to be bold, so i got up and went to the bathroom and opened the door. He kinda jumped in shock at first but saw it was me and said “what’s up?” I said “nothing, just kinda wanted to watch.” He laughed and said “why?” and i said “i don’t know, you’re just kinda hot when you pee” He said “well i guess you can watch more if you really want next time cause i’m done now” and then we left the bathroom. Watching him pee got me so hard, he had to notice. That response made me feel good cause i think he will definitely be open to more in the future.
The femboy stuff i ordered is coming tomorrow (as i’m writing this) so i’m excited, i am thinking i’m gonna rent a hotel room since my parents will be home all day since it’s saturday, and i’ll just say my brother and i are gonna go watch a movie and shit. I’m gonna ask my brother if he wants to fuck me that day. I wanna go to a hotel and just fuck all day. Or go out on a date and come back to the hotel and fuck, we’ll see. I can’t wait.
Now after the pee, my brother and i just finished our movie, and then he went out with his friends. I just called my best friend and talked to her about the makeup i wanted to do and how i think it’ll be fun to dress up like that. She is excited to do it cause she loves doing makeup. My brother then got home at night, he was tipsy but wanted to talk about his day. He told me that his friends went to their favorite local bar, and after some of the group went home, it was just him and one of his female friends. He said they ended up talking while pretty tipsy and got flirty, they apparently fucked in his car. I actually was happy for him because i know her and i think they’d be cute together. He told me they just fucked as friends cause he doesn’t see him being with her for romance or anything. I told him it’s okay if he was. He just said he wasn’t interested, but then came and kissed me, and said he wanted to have round two with me.
We made out for awhile, he then got on top of me and took his shirt off, so i took mine off. He then told me he wanted to try something new. He then got down, took my pants off, and started licking slowly around my hole. I never thought he would do this. He started pushing his tongue inside. I nearly came just from that. He then came back up, and he put his lips around the tip of my cock. I said “please baby” He then took my dick in his mouth for the first time. He wasn’t great at giving a blowjob as i was his first one, but it didn’t matter, it being him, knowing what it took for him to want to, that was all it took. I came very fast from it, and he let it hit his face, he said he wasn’t ready to take the cum in his mouth. I said that’s okay, and then i laid him on his back and reciprocated. He came pretty quickly too. We’re just cuddling while i write this. He fell asleep already but we talked about tomorrow. I didn’t tell him about the femboy stuff, i wanna surprise him with that.
So tomorrow is the big day, i’m getting my makeup done, and getting a hotel for the night and we’ll probably go out on a little date. I’m so excited, and i think he’ll be open to fucking me at this point.
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Winding Down [MF] [M40+] [F35][teasing][pussy licking][aftercare][link to audio in comments]
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I can tell you’ve had a long day.
You come through the door after your commute home. You are always beautifully dressed for your job. It never matters what kind of day you anticipate, you’re always put together. I am always impressed by this. It’s one of the things I love about you.
But right now, as beautiful as you are, I can tell that you’ve had ~a day~. You throw your bag down and immediately walk over and slump down on the couch. You sit forward a little to rub your temples and let out a long sigh. You lean your head back on the cushion and close your eyes. I can see your pulse thumping in your neck, your collarbone moving as you steady your breathing. Even when you’re stressed after a long day, you’re still beautiful and sexy in all of your movements. I think I know the perfect way to help you unwind….
I walk over to you and gently cup your face with both of my hands, stroking your cheeks with my thumbs, rubbing my nose against yours. I lean in for a kiss, gently at first. Just grazing your lips. You let out a cute little gasp as I open your mouth with mine, my tongue diving, still teasing but leaving you hungry for a little more. Your breath catches as I caress your soft lips with mine, finally pressing together for a proper kiss.
I move my hands down to your neck, slowly and tenderly rubbing as I go. I can feel you relax a bit, your muscles aren’t as tense as they were before. Your moans are soft and full of ache. Your body seems to crave my touch, a thought that makes me smile as I kiss you deeper. My hands slide down to your stiff shoulders, I feel your day melt away with each press of my fingers against your body. I can tell you needed this, but I want to give you more…
I drop to my knees and move my hands to your hips…
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[F/d] Update: I (20F Exmuslim) found out dad (56M) is not really my dad and we are now engaged
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Last post: [https://www.reddit.com/r/incest/comments/okvop9/fd\_update\_i\_19f\_exmuslim\_found\_out\_dad\_55m\_is\_not/](https://www.reddit.com/r/incest/comments/okvop9/fd_update_i_19f_exmuslim_found_out_dad_55m_is_not/)
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First of all, sorry for the long delay. My last post was 1.5 years ago. To give you an update, I've moved to Europe with my dad and lover! He could find a good job with relocation and, since I'm legally his daughter, I was allowed to come with him and I am still studying.
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We act as a married couple. We had a very nice and informal cerimony in a private place 6 months after arriving Europe. We had then our short honey moon, which was wonderful, I could never ever ask for a better husband! He is so sweet that there are moments when I need to ask him to be a little less sweet with me haha
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For my colleagues, they know I have an age gap relationship but they blame my country's culture on that (because I always say it's normal in my home country).
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For now, my plan is to finish my studies and be a good wife, as I am certain he will always be the best husband in the world! I just want to make him happy as he is the only person in the world who understands me and respects me at 100%! All I know is I want to be forever with him!
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If you want to know something else (other than personal information that could identify us), feel free to ask.
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Slut used by my teammates and I
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When I (m25) was 21 in my second year of college I started talking to a girl from my high school who was now 19 and in college. She is blonde, about 5’8” with a nice round ass and perky little tits. We flirted innocently at first and then she started giving me signals she was interested. One day she decided to come meet me for a party in the town where I went to college about 2 hours away. She had to wait for a friend to drive her so when she arrived everyone was already pretty hammered. It was a party thrown by my college soccer teammates so we were all fit pretty good looking guys. She showed up in a tiny dress that barely covered her curvy ass and just barely held her little b cup tits. I gave her a hug and already being drunk grabbed her ass. My friends saw and started laughing and joking that she was my escort. The night went on and we drank and she wandered the party getting hit on by my older teammates. Finally at about 2am I was really drunk and ready to go home. I called an Uber and found her talking to 3 of my teammates, one of them had his hand on her round ass. I grabbed her by the arm, said “better luck next time boys” and took her to our Uber. Once in the Uber I put my hand on her thigh and felt that the inside was dripping wet. I knew that she couldn’t have gotten that wet from just talking to my friends, she must have gotten fucked. Once back to my apartment I asked, “so did you have fun?” All she did was giggle sit down on my bed and spread her legs. Her pussy was swollen and dripping. I asked “so you fucked them didnt you?” She replied, “just one, we’ll I sucked two others but that doesn’t count right?” I had no idea she was such a whore. I was so faded I didn’t even think about a condom, I just pushed her down onto my bed and got my cock out. I fucked her swollen used teen pussy and quickly was close to a climax. She could sense it an wrapped her legs around me forcing me to explode deep inside her teenage pussy. My cum dropped out onto the sheets as she moaned and rubbed her clit. After that it was all a blur but I must have bred her pussy more than 5 times that night before passing out. She became my teammates and I favorite slut for the rest of the semester.
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After my breakup, I got used by 3 old black daddies in the van! [22F]
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I recently broke up with my bf of 3 years. He was such an asshole to me and made me feel insecure. I’ve decided to reconnect with a few guys I’ve dealt with in the past and they all know each other now (thanks to me). I just love older men and I enjoy these guys company.
The old Jamaican guy Rick is a big freak that I’ve met here. His dick is huge and he loves anal sex/ ass play. He is slender and flexible. Crazy but cool guy.
Then there is the old married guy Dennis I used to work with. He is retired now and does side jobs. We used to mess around a lot. His dick is long and thick.
And then there is Ern who used to work at my university when I was a student. He has gained a lot of weight since then and we had only messed around once.
Dennis was looking at properties and wanted to take a drive to see in person. We all decided to make it a road trip and have some fun.
We hopped the 7 seat van and headed out. Ern drove while me, Dennis and Rick were in the back seat.
I took my clothes off and started playing with my pussy. Dennis and Rick sucked my nipples. Then I sucked their cocks at the same time. My mouth was numb after a while, that’s how big they were. Then Rick came behind me and fucked my ass while I tried to get Dennis to cum in my mouth. I ended up getting dp’ed by them. Felt so good having a big cock in my ass and pussy at the same time.
We got to the property to look around, then went to a pub, then prepared to drive back home.
This time, Dennis drove back while I was in the back seat with Rick and Ern. Ern and I just kissed a little bit and he rubbed my pussy lips. Rick and I fucked again. He drilled my pussy so rough, it made the loudest noises. He choked me so hard while Ern rubbed my nipples. Rick came all over my face and so did Ern after I sucked him off.
I had so much fun with these guys. I felt so used but sexually liberated.
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[m/s] Living as a regular couple with mom
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My mom (46f) and I (31m) have been living together as a couple since I graduated. I don’t know how much detail to go into on here, or what to really talk about in order to stay anonymous. I’m curious if other people who are in consensual and long term relationships had anything similar going on in their families that lead to long term affairs/relationships.
What I mean is that if I was to oversimplify my whole life, it would basically be like an Oedipus type of situation. Where, while my dad was still around, he wasn’t particularly manly or very reliable in terms of finances. He’s a great guy, don’t get me wrong, but I grew up poor and started helping out to make money where I could. Mostly mowing lawns and odd jobs and things like that. It later built into a small business with friends. But as I got older, the relationship between me and my parents shifted from me being a child to more being another earned or partner in the dynamic.
I played a lot of sports growing up (mostly baseball and wrestling) and so mom and I spent a lot of time together as she would be at my practices and driving me around and the like. And then with me working after school and what not to help our financially, we kind of just became more romantic and close with time. Particularly with my dads income being very unreliable we tended to rely more on what I could bring in (from March to July, I would often make near double what dad would being home the rest of the year). I ended up getting scholarships for college and paying my way through. Thats when things got more serious between mom and I. We had gotten our own place and everything. Dad had moved out to try and do his own thing. And once I graduated and got a good job, I moved with mom and we’ve been living as a normal couple since. Most people assume us to be a normal couple as there isn’t a large age gap, and she looks young for her age, and I look older than I am, so no one thinks much of it, maybe her being a few years older in looks, but not much.
Very long winded post, so I apologize for that. Guess I want to know for other couples if there is a dynamic at hand that causes you and your partner to get together. In the cases of m/s or f/d is it because the other parent wasn’t around or something like that. Generally open to hearing from other couples. I will try to share what I can while remaining anonymous and following the rules
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Sex With a 50 year old milf M23
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Today I decided to meet with a match I got on tinder.she has a great body for a 50 year old ain’t gonna lie so I decided why not meet I said we should fuck and she replied back with yea come over. How fast I got ready and drove 😂. By the way she is Latina with a slim thic body goes to the gym a lot and is retired. I got to her place texted her and she comes out to bring me in and wow did she look even better in person. I had to go in through the back since her 14 year old daughter doesn’t see me which I don’t mind.
We go to the her room which we lock we started taking and suddenly she got naked and wow she had great body she sucked my dick so good, sex overall was amazing we tried being quiet but couldn’t know we are going to meet very frequently at her place. Will go in more detail if you wanna know.
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[F/d] Having the hots for my daughter Update 3
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I decided to keep posting here although I said something else last time. Because an overwhelming amount of you wanted me to do so and it makes work much less monotone.
A lot has happened since the last post, especially yesterday. But we'll get to that. We left off on Wednesday. On Thursday when I got home from work we played a little again. We got in bed just like on Monday and Tuesday. I caressed her, fingered her and she jerked me off. I know everyone tells me I should use the opportunity and fuck her all the time. That's not happening. This time around it just felt so much hotter and more intimate to simply let my daughter jerk off her daddy's cock. Plus, at this point, it was still the case that I didn't feel like anything changed for us. Anything sexual just replaced some of our usual cuddle sessions.
In the evening we watched a movie together. My daughter wore a sweater and panties while I only wore a bathrobe. Just showered before that because I was working out. I sat on the couch and my daughter laid down. She rested her head right on my lap, basically had my cock in her face the entire time. It was super hot but we didn't do anything. Nothing more than me running my fingers through her hair. Afterwards we simply went to bed. She sleeps in my bed now by the way.
Friday evening on the other hand was the second time we actually had sex. We had a bit of wine beforehand. It felt more normal this time around. Less unnecessarily loaded with meaning. I mostly skip the juicy parts because I feel like I'd do a terrible job describing what happened. But I have to tell you guys how my daughter drives me crazy. She's always squeaking and moaning in this high pitched little girl voice. The entire time she says "daddy... daddy...". Incredible!
On Saturday we were both out with friends. I got home shortly before her. A friend of hers drove her home at around 7 pm. We spent the evening watching old music videos, the stuff I used to listen to. Might sound boring but we had a lot of fun. She still sang one silly song we listened to just this morning. We also fooled around again. Less serious and intimate this time around and more light hearted. As I said, we had a lot of fun.
Now, let's get to Sunday. Yesterday after breakfast I had another sit down with my daughter. We needed to figure out how to move forward. Because I haven't changed my opinion in regards to not messing her up mentally. That's still my main concern about all this. We talked for hours on end about everything. Literally about everything that happened to us in the last twenty years. I'll try to sum it up as coherently and as much as possible and I'll skip the personal stuff that you'd probably find boring. If you want to know something I didn't mention here, feel free to ask. I'm an open book as long as it doesn't give away too much about our identities.
As a reminder, her mother took my daughter away. I didn't see her much growing up. From the ages of 2 to 7 I didn't see her at all and from 12 onwards very rarely, just once every few months. Much of what my daughter told me I had no clue about. She told me for example that she grew up without any direction, with nothing to strive for. About 3 years ago she was at a low point, felt very depressed. She reassured me that she never contemplated harming herself but had bad feelings she couldn't explain. About 2 and a half years ago there was a time were she went out drinking with one of her friends. Afterwards they went to said friend's house where her boyfriend joined them. My daughter was apparently drunk enough to open up and let her pent up emotions out. She told the two the same I just wrote down. That she doesn't know where she belongs in this world. Her friend's boyfriend was very understanding. Saying that today's world is much more complex than it used to be. It used to be that boys would go to school, maybe join the military and then work the same job their fathers did. While girls would go to school and then look for a husband.
This stuck with my daughter. She looked more into this and found this "tradwife" community. She said this is where she was finally given a direction to head towards. She learned more and more about it and would clash with her mom more and more. They are polar opposites. My daughter also said that her mom is mentally unstable which I believe her. She would supposedly say to our daughters, for example, that she can't keep going anymore and that she'd end herself.
The constant fighting between the two was the reason why she wanted to move out. She didn't move in with me in one go, it was a progress. She'd stay over here more and more until she lived here. At some point I asked her if she planned this with me all along which some on here thought. She didn't. But this is where the whole tradwife thing comes in again. Living here, she said, she realized that she didn't need to look for a good husband, she already had one at home. Now, this reminded me so much of what I thought about her when I first got interested in her like that. When she realized that she started making some advances. All the "I love you"s started, our cuddles would become more intimate. Still, it would take quite some time for me to catch on.
So that's where we are at now. At the end I told her that I'd love to have this kind of relationship with her. But she has to really understand the type of commitment this is. She's still young and a lot in her mind can change. I told her we'll give it a try and if she hasn't changed her mind in a year, we'd really make this serious.
My posts keep getting longer and longer. Thanks for reading through all of that!
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The time I had sex on the beach for the first time and orgasmed...
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The sun was setting over the horizon, casting a soft orange glow across the beach. The waves lapped up against the shore and the breeze felt warm against my skin. I had never felt so free and liberated before, and I was ready to start my beachside adventure.
My partner and I started off with gentle caresses before quickly progressing to passionate kisses and soft touches. I felt like I was in a dream, and all my inhibitions melted away. We both wanted more, and soon we were exploring each other with a fervor that I had never experienced before.
His body felt strong against mine, and I could feel the waves of pleasure radiating from my core. Every touch, stroke, and kiss was better than the last as I found myself becoming more attuned to the sensations. I could feel myself giving in to the moment and it filled me with an intense desire.
Before I knew it, we were both coming together, in perfect harmony. As the waves crashed against the shore, our bodies moved to their rhythm and we experienced pleasure like never before. I will never forget that night, the memory of it will stay with me forever, and I am eternally grateful for the beautiful experience.
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[F] 18yo asian - I gave a CRAZY handjob to my friend’s ex-boyfriend as a thank you
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**Tldr: as a thank you for helping me lift stuff, I gave my friend’s ex-boyfriend the worlds best handjob as a thank you (and because he said never came from a handjob before :P)**
hi guys!! so this happened a couple months ago. for context, I was moving rooms from my tiny room, to a bigger room.
the only problem was that I had to physically move everything (desk, bed, drawers, etc.) into the new room, and I had accumulated so much junk. it was quite the daunting task. i think typically this wouldn’t be an issue for most people, **but I'm a 5 ft 3 weakling little asian girl…so I enlisted the help of my friend, G!**
I met G just over a year ago. he was tall, strong, and a mechanic. we met because he dated one of my best friends, but they had recently broken up on good terms. since we met, I've always thought he was objectively handsome (there's something about a handyman who knows how to fix stuff), but never thought about making a move for obvious reasons- anyways, he was still in our clique and was the handyman of the group, so naturally i asked him for help!
he came over early on a Sunday morning and we had spent the whole morning/afternoon basically cleaning all the junk in my old room, cleaning the junk in my brother's room, and moving around furniture.
by about 4pm, the only thing left was to rebuild my bed frame, and insert the other heavy furniture items…but let me tell you, **there is something extremely sexy about a sweaty strong man in a white tank top, with a screwdriver and wrench, disassembling and assembling your bed for you.**
we had pretty much finished everything by 6pm, and we were disgusted so we ended up taking a shower (not together lol)… when he came out, he only had his boxers on and he was wrapped in a towel.
i was really thankful for g’s help in helping me so at this point, i asked him if there was anything i could do to pay him back… and as a “joke”, he said he’d take a **popeyes chicken sandwich, and a handjob as a thank you…**
i said sure as a joke (that's just our humour) but didn't really expect him to continue bantering, but somehow one thing led to another and we eventually started talking about our experiences with handjobs lmao. apparently he had never cum from a handjob before, **so i took this as a challenge!**!! (i’ve been told im great at them :3).
**so as a thank you for helping me clean my room, I offered him a handjob!!.**
he took off his boxers and he was already rock hard. he was probably about 6 inches?, thick and uncut, and i gave him the best dang handjob ever.
I started by teasing the **tip slowly with the edges on my soft finger tips**. he was so rock hard that i could feel that thing twitch with every brush of my hand on it. i wrapped the rest of my smoll hands around his hard cock, slowly stroking it back and forth, and applying more pressure on the head. at this point he was letting out moans and begged me to go faster…so I did! I started stroking faster and faster, seeing what he liked based on his facial expressions and moans. then…
**i started massaging his balls- this is what got him**. About only 10 seconds into ball massaging...**HE CAME SO HARD!!!**. it flew up into the air and it kept going for a solid 15 seconds, and it started leaking all over my hands haha.
challenge completed. we cleaned up, agreed to never talk about this because of the complications it would cause in our friend group, and ended up going to popeyes for dinner (he paid!! >:) ).
**I ended up with a new room and free dinner. he got the best handjob ever. i’d say that's a win-win.**
i’m glad no one has found out yet because it would've made it weird in our group with his ex (not the same friend group in my other posts), but **i'm curious if anyone here has ever thanked someone with a dirty deed :p**
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[A/Ne] Our involvement with groups
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Just to begin I want to state that nothing sexual happened between my nephew and I until after he was 18, and experimenting with groups happened years after that.
My nephew and I have a fwb type relationship that we’ve been doing for years now. I made a post about how it started, you can find on my profile if you’d like to read that.
I’m a pretty open and sexual person despite the incest relationship, and I’ve had my fair share of experiences - some with my nephew and some not. And we have included other people, quite a few threesomes actually. We’ve never shared with some of them that we’re related, which I think makes it hotter.
Our first threesome was actually with someone my nephew had met here on Reddit - he was a local guy and they’d been chatting a while (my nephew also had an account he shared on). This guy did know we were related, and didn’t mind at all. He was a similar age and build as my nephew, we met up for dinner and drinks just to make sure we all got along before they came back to mine.
We’d met up with him a couple times but he wasn’t interested anymore after getting into a relationship, which we totally understood. Since then we’ve met up with others - some just one time flings we’d met at a bar or sometimes people we’d met online and got to know a little, with it becoming a more regular thing.
We’ve also experimented with bigger groups a couple of times. One of my other fwb had invited us along to a swingers party which I’ve since attended one or two times more but I much prefer smaller groups since they’re more intimate. However I did enjoy myself. There was about 15-20 people there probably, and people just assumed we were a couple who didn’t care about the age difference. Just having sex with someone else but knowing he’s there doing the same, having nothing to do with each others pleasure, or sometimes helping each other out while they’re with another partner is really hot.
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[M/S] It's Not Porn
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Hey all! This is my first story, please give me any feedback you feel like offering! This story includes incest, verbose descriptions, and frankly cartoonish levels of mental gymnastics. If that's not for you, please find something else to jerk off to!
It was late on a Saturday evening. One where I was, to put it delicately, so hard I could've handled a Kryptonian. In order to relieve this particular situation, I elected to engage in some well deserved self care. Focused, coincidentally, on a certain fictional Kryptonian. The blonde one. It was a wonderful webcomic I just found where she had to find a supervillain on a planet where clothes are considered the mark of their devil figure. Shenanigans ensue.
No, she didn't take one look at my dick and start sucking it. We're still in the preamble.
So, as I was wrangling my rooster, my mother… knocked. Like a reasonable person. This gave me enough time to stuff my dick back in my pants, before saying "Come in!"
The more discerning among you may have noticed that I left out a crucial step. But we'll get to that.
Now, I don't want to say she breasted boobily into my room, but… she did. She was wearing shorts and a tight white tank top that clung to her like… a tight white tank top. This accentuated her absolutely ridiculous physique quite nicely. I didnt know her exact size, but suffice it to say that they were big, bigger than my head. And beautiful, and teardrop shaped, with just enough sag to make me go insane, especially given the state I was in.
But the rest of her was glorious as well. My friends and I would often joke that she must have secretly been a superhero. This later evolved into "I wanna fuck your Mom" jokes. Cliche, I know.
Her hair shined like burnished copper, just riding the line between brown and orange. It was curly and went down to right above her glorious, glorious ass. It was like a goddess of volleyball incarnated as a mortal. Big, and beautiful, and bouncy. Something about a quarter.
And her legs. Long and muscular. Thighs that could kill a happy man, and calves that would be his last glimpse of this world's perfection. Even her feet were hot. And I am NOT a foot guy.
But back upwards, her abs. Her fucking abs. The tank clung to them, wonderfully defined. Flat and bumpy in all the right ways. And her hips were wide. Not Elastigirl wide, but wide nonetheless.
We've already gone over her tits. But I failed to mention that her nipples were pointed outward, pencil erasers jutting from perfect gems of titty.
But that all pales in comparison to her face. Her absolutely radiant face. This was not a picture of some ethereal beauty, but instead a beauty that spoke of the natural wonders of this world. That showed that beauty could not, would not be divorced from matter. Her face was thin, and tall, with a jawline that was meant to be pondered. A smile that split the clouds of worry and brought the light of heaven directly to your heart. Her lips were full, and her teeth were big, and whiter than freshly fallen snow.
Her cheeks were pulled upwards, forming two apples that were better than any woman's ass. Including her own. Which… wow.
The area to the sides of her eyes was crinkled as an effigy of the joy she brings wherever she goes. And the eyes themselves. Chocolate diamonds, formed into irises grander than any jewel.
And not to toot my own horn, but I got half of my genetics from this avatar of wonder.
All of that to say, I remained rock fucking solid when she bounced into my bedroom. She didn't even step that hard. She was just jiggly.
"Just here to get your laundry. What'cha reading?" She said, peering over my shoulder.
And this, my readers, is what those gifted with discernment realized before. I did not close the comic I was reading. I looked back in horror, seeing the form of Kara Zor-El naked, being ogled by blue aliens with no noses, and hard dicks.
"Just, uh… a supergirl comic…" I said lamely.
"Well gee, quite the pickle she's gotten into, huh? I think I remember this one, don't worry, I won't spoil it for you." She gave me a light, affectionate pat on the shoulder, took my hamper of laundry, and left, closing the door behind her.
I then turned around, closed the webpage, and went to sleep. I refused to process what had just happened.
I woke up in the morning, sun streaming in through my window. Rock hard on account of it being morning, and not jerking off last night.
And then I processed. My Mom had casually told me she remembered reading this porn comic. And just acted like it was another comic. Probably just a means to keep me from being embarrassed. Yeah, that's it.
So, with that consideration complete, and the issue totally and completely resolved, I got up and went to the bathroom. I thankfully was able to get it down by the time I needed to walk out. I washed my hands and headed to the kitchen to start making breakfast. Today would be open faced egg and tofu sandwiches on toasted bread. As I was midway through getting the tofu fried, Mom came into the kitchen for a drink of water. She was wearing something a bit more modest, still being in her nice warm pajamas.
"Morning Honey, smells great!"
"Morning, Mom, thanks!"
"Did you ever finish that comic?"
And I nearly died.
"Oh, uh, no, I didn't. Was pretty tired so I went to sleep basically right after you left. Why do you ask?" This topic of conversation unfortunately led to my boner slowly but ominously returning.
"I just wanted to talk about it, but if you haven't finished I'll hold off."
"Really? You really want to talk about.. that kind of comic?" I was shocked. But honestly, not entirely opposed to the idea. I never really considered sexual openness a bad thing. It's just… embarrassing.
"Of course! Continuity's so fucked fan works are just as valid as the officially published stuff at this point."
"No, I meant, like, porn comics." I was confused at this point, she had clearly seen the page. Or maybe she didn't, and just misremembered. Oh god. Oh no.
"Ohhhh, you thought- ha!" She laughed heartily at me, gently slapping my arm, which only made my erection more powerful. "No, no, the whole point is that it seems sexual but actually isn't! Like that innuendo song. Oh, man, I can't believe you thought- HA!" She wrapped her arms around me from behind, rubbing my chest with her hand. "Young people, always thinking the worst. You'll grow out of it sweetie. But seriously, you gotta finish it, it's great. Ha!" She then walked off, leaving me to think.
No fucking way. No way. She was naked, with hard dicks surrounding her. No way. In that moment, I made a choice. She was willing to talk about it. So was I. My embarrassment was burned away by a greater need. The need to correct someone who was wrong.
So I set breakfast up in a rather unusual way. I had us sitting next to each other, rather than across. And I had my laptop, pulled up to the page I had left off on, open on the table.
"Breakfast's ready!"
"Coming!" Mom called out. She was dressed for her work as a personal trainer. So a tight sports bra and Yoga pants. Wow.
When she saw the laptop, she snickered "Oooh, trying to read porn with your Mom! Perv!" She booped me on the nose and sat down.
"Hardy-har, very funny." I deadpanned, sitting next to her.
"I know!" She said.
"So, you said the whole joke is that this isn't actually sexual, right? I don't think I'm quite getting it, care to explain?" I would rend her words to shreds.
"Sure, sure, so, you see here, right? It looks like she's naked in front of a bunch of horny men. But if you'll recall, clothes here are considered the mark of their local devil figure. So it's not like they're naked for any sort of sexual purpose. It's just religious nudism." She calmly explained. She took a bite of her sandwich and she moaned in pleasure, some egg yolk spilling down her chin. "Fuck that'sh good food."
"Thanks. And how, pray tell, do you explain all of the hard dicks?"
"Mno schpoilers" she swallowed "Keep reading." She swiped the egg yolk off of her chin and started sucking on her finger. Her perfect, gorgeous finger. In her mouth. Lips protruding around it.
So I did. It was various panels of Kara talking to the locals. Even the blue women had dicks. Which, let's be real here, I thought was fucking hot. But nothing new, so I had to keep going. She couldn't help but stare, it zoomed in on her pussy and showed off how wet she was getting.
"Okay, that's a close up of a wet pussy."
"Yeah, that's part of the setup. Kara is getting horny because she doesn't understand the situation. What?" She leaned close to me, tits pressed into my shoulder, mouth right up against my ear. I could feel her lips and breath as she whispered "Is it too hot for you?" Then she leaned back and snickered, whole I got goosebumps.
"But they could've done that without a close up of her wet pussy."
"Oh come one, things show guy's tents all the time without it being porn, especially for comedic effect. And the nudity was already explained." She said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Yeah, but this situation is clearly engineered to be porn, and fulfill a specific fetish. This is a porn artist, for gods sake!" I was using the power of being right in order to guard against how fucking horny I was.
"Sweetie, honey, my dear darling boy, porn artists are capable of making stuff that's not porn. Keep reading." She scooted her chair closer to me and leaned against me. Which I was pretty sure was just being affectionate.
"Alright, fine." It was like talking to a brick wall. A bouncy brick wall.
I continued going through, until Kara reached a restaurant in which aliens clearly acting as waiters were standing, hard dicks out, while many of the sitting patrons were sucking their cocks.
I gave her a flat look. "Blowjob bar. It's a blowjob bar."
"Keep going, keep going!" She insisted, and so I did. Kara was shocked at what was happening, especially when someone invited her to sit at a table. When she reacted incredulously, this is when they explained that no, she was mistaken. These weren't penises like humans and Kryptonians bad. These were kocks, an organ which produced very nutritious kum, which was a primary food source for the adults of the species. And which was wholly divorced from reproduction.
"See, honey? It just looks like a blowjob bar. But it's not!" She looked truly so smug. "They aren't even dicks."
"Mom. Come on. Really? This is so blatantly a not even veiled demonstration of a cum eating fetish."
"Look, kiddo, just because you get turned on by something, doesn't mean it's porn." She patted my leg, dangerously close to my dick.
"I… I…" at this point I was almost breaking. This was completely absurd.
"No shame in it! Hell, I'll admit I get turned on by some shows that aren't porn. But it's not sexual at all! It's like nursing, or milking. And those aren't sexual. It's purely for nutrition. Hell, honestly, I think humans could do this and it wouldn't be sexual. So long as it was for the protein in the cum. You know?"
My mind was melting. By the time I realized what she had said, I was already halfway to ego death. But then I realized a potential opportunity. I knew she had just as much of a desire as me to prove she was right. "Oh yeah, really?"
"Yeah! I mean, there are people who get off to drinking breast milk, but nursing isn't inherently sexual."
"You know what. I'm starting to think you might have a point. But I'm not totally sold on it. I think I'd need a real world example. Besides, I guess I should return the favor for nursing me." This would go one of two ways. Either she'd crack, and give up. Or she'd suck my fucking dick.
"Ewww! You're trying to get your Mom to suck your dick!" Shit, hadn't even considered she could get mad. "Nah, I'm just fucking with you, get up, I'll show you what I mean."
Woah. Woah. Woah.
"Okay." I stood up, and pulled down my pants, my 8 inch, uncircumcised, thick cock bouncing free, right in front of my mother's perfectly radiant face.
"Now, obviously," she said "We have to do more than just sticking your cock in my mouth and waiting for you to splooge." She laughed, like this was a dirty joke she told about something innocent.
And with that, she actually did it. She grabbed my dick and put it in her mouth. Rather than rolling the foreskin back, she held it in her mouth, encasing my head in wet, glorious warmth. Then she stuck her tongue in between the head and the foreskin and swirled it around. I couldn't help but tilt my head back and moan. She pulled back and smiled that radiant smile, pulling the foreskin back and rubbing my lubricated head against her big, shiny teeth. It was warm and smooth. Then she spoke, her lips and tongue flicking across the head as she did. "See, honey? This isn't a blowjob, I'm just trying to get the cum out so I can add it to my breakfast. Your dick tastes really good, by the way. And with that, she pushed forward all the way, pressing her nose into my pelvis and gagging a little bit. Her eyes were filled with mirth, like this was some sort of joke. She pulled back with a wet pop and I moaned. "Even if it looks a lot like one, just like the comic."
"I- uh… I don't know Mom, feels a lot like a blowjob." She rolled her eyes as she stroked my wet, shiny cock against her perfect lips.
"Well if course you can feel it, you have nerves. Sexuality is about attitude. Even a touch on the arm can be sexual if done with the right attitude. Conversely:" She licked from my balls, up my shaft, and took the head back in her mouth. She put her tongue into my foreskin again, licking at the underside of my cock. It jumped and flexed inside her mouth. She lapped harder and harder, bringing me closer and closer, then she pulled back to speak again, laying my cock across her face. The shaft pressing into her nose and cheek, the head covering one eye, as she focused on kissing my balls. "I can suck and lick your penis and testicles, and it's not sexual at all, because of the attitude.
Then, the ringing of an alarm filled the house. No, no, no way. I would be so mad if this was just a wet dream.
"Oh shit!" She said. I still didn't wake up. I then realized it was her alarm to get to work. She put my head in her mouth and went double time, bobbing her head slightly and lapping her tongue like crazy. She used both hands to stroke me with I credible velocity. She talked around my cock, and I could feel the movement of every word. "You gottah cuhm fatht okay hohney? Mommy'th gonna be lath for work!" Which pushed me right over the edge. My cock pulsed and twitched, cum not yet exploding forth, but my orgasm already begun. My balls pulled so far back into my body I would have been worried if I could feel anything but the mind melting pleasure. My legs were shaking under me, but I'd be damned if I didn't hold it together. She didn't let up one bit. Her hands flying at damn near super speeds along my shaft, my head filling her mouth with cum even as her tongue coaxed more forth. The edges of her teeth gently rubbing across the area behind my shaft. This was by far the greatest orgasm I had ever experienced.
I could hear her eagerly gulping up all my cum. Even once the loads slowed down, she kept going, gently sucking my extra sensitive head as she milked every last drop. She pulled back, and kissed the softening head. "Thanks so much! I hope I proved my point?"
I could only not in agreement as she started running for the door. "Love you sweetie! We should do that more! It was really good!"
I managed to grunt out "Luh!" As she left.
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33 [MF] A not so hypothetical afternoon
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Pics or it didn't happen
https://imgur.com/a/2RK0aB8
She's supposed to be posting her side of the story later!
I call this story "Hypothetically," but you shall see there was nothing hypothetical about it.
"Ladies and gentlemen: the story you are about to hear is true. Only the names have been changed to protect the innocent."
The woman in the following story has decided she wanted to write her own account of the afternoon. She created a throwaway (u/secretslut669) because she knows the horny brigade will be in full force once they have a username. She's leaving her dms open for now, but all it takes is some shitty people for her to shut them off. If they are off, know that someone was an asshole.
My latest trip took me to the great city of Detroit. I have been in and around the area in the past, but never spent any time there.
Many times when I am in a new city for work, I'll find myself looking at the spicier side of the local pages. Most pages really have their own personality. This is probably due to their mods and how they run them. (Big shout out to mods! Mostly thankless job!!!).
Michigan itself had a bunch of pages and I could see that many of them weren't micro, but there were only a few that had more than 1-2k subscribers. The one that really caught my eye was r/dirtymitten. The name definitely made me chuckle. Bravo to the creator of that!
As with basically all of the subs, the amount of male posts looking for female versus the opposite number is 25:1 give or take on a good day. I looked through the F4M posts. There were a few that seemed interesting and I did reach out. A few responded, but they didnt go anywhere. I know how many messages a woman gets when she posts. That shit is crazy so I never take it personally if I don't hear back.
On a whim, I decided to make a post myself. These are always weird to me. I guess it is weird for most people (including me) just putting it out there what they like and what they are looking for.
It may sound cliche or whatever but I find someone's personality way more attractive than their body type or features. Don't get me wrong. There are things that make a great modifier, but a fun personality is the goddamn sexiest thing a woman can have.
That's where Raquel comes into the picture. It was around 11pm when I got a message from her. She liked how I would meet up with people and then write the details on the hot encounters after. Even joking that she would love to hear an account with her if it got that far.
We chatted on reddit for a bit, but switched over to snap fairly quickly. The pace and vibe was fun and engaging. We started sending pics, but stuff that you'd find in an Amish porn. A shoulder cap here, some ankle action there. 🥵
We were both feeling it and it quickly turned from PG to rated R. The dangly bits starting making appearances from both of us. I got a few pics playing with her very large breasts. They looked like so much fun.
**Spoiler Alert***
They fucking were. 😈
I had send a few pics of how hard our sexing was getting me. At one point I even sent a video of me stoking my fully erect cock. When I get this hard you can actually see my heartbeat from the slight twitching of my member.
She liked what she saw and she got out a toy of her own. While she was trying to be quite for the sake of her roommate, I could still hear how wet she was fucking herself with her dildo.
At one point she asks, "Hypothetically, what time are you free tomorrow? 🙃" She had told me she had met people from reddit in the past, but never this quick. We were really getting along and she was thinking of taking a chance in coming over. Like a traveling circus, I was in town for a few nights and then gone until who knows? She wanted to take advantage of the situation at hand.
It's past 1 am and my dick is still growing and shrinking like the passing tide throughout our conversation. I don't think I ever got below less than half hard. My balls start that dull and oh so familiar ache from middle school. The dreaded blue balls! I told her of my situation. Not trying to make her feel bad or anything. Quite the opposite. Look what you did to me. 😈
We had both decided that yes in fact we were going to be fucking tomorrow so we should both get some sleep. I told her how there was no way I would be able to sleep with this low creeping pain radiating out. For me, cumming is an immediate relief. I mentioned offhand that I was finally going to finish myself off and head to bed. I halfway joked and asked if i should send a snap of me cumming. No hesitation, she says, "we should just video and you can come for me there."
I jump onto snap video stroking my cock. She back with her dildo. Her wetness is unmistakable. It sounds like someone is taking a shower in the other room. Her moans are low and sexy. Laying down, I release and point my dick towards the camera that is resting on my chest. Several ropes come out covering myself. The relief is immediate and I can't fucking wait to have my way with Raquel the following day.
My alarm goes off the following day. In order, my first two thoughts were "fuck I'm still tired" and "today's the day. Raquel and I are totally gonna bang." That put a smile on my face that I don't think left until she had to leave my hotel later that day when I had to get to a meeting with customers.
We talked about teasing each other throughout the day, but we both found ourselves actually working. Very different from the night before when we were diddling ourselves hyping each other up for the follwing day.
Work ended fairly early that day so I went back to my hotel. When I had left I specifically asked for them to do a room refresh and get some new towels. Walking in, the bed was a mess and there was still old towels on the floor. I walked down to the front desk and was told they were going to get on that ASAP.
This was probably for the better as we were still about 2 hours out. That means I had to sit in the lobby like a good boy and literally keep my pants on. It allowed me to get some work done, but the anticipation was really starting to build.
She wasn't sure what the best approach was for her. Did she want to meet in the lobby? Did she want to come straight up? I told her we will do whatever makes her most comfortable. We are both taking a big risk here, but I know it's a greater one for a young woman than it is for me.
The one we settled on was she would come straight up, but she needed to shower first to wash the work day off of her. The drive from her work to the hotel was about 45 minutes. We were chatting the whole time. The nervousness was starting to ramp up for both of us. Many of her messages were simply "fuck" or "holy shit".
I told her to be thinking about what her slutty alter ego was going to be. Hell, I don't even know what her real name is and that was and still is super hot for both of us.
She arrived and messaged "I'm outside your door". I teased her and asked if I should make her knock. Deciding against that, I opened the door to the woman I've been waiting to fuck for what felt like weeks, but was really only hours.
Before she had gotten there, we had agreed that she wanted to be kissed immediately when she got there. She said it would help to dissipate the butterflies that have been trying to escape all day.
She walks in and sets her purse down and takes off her glasses. I may have said hi, I am not sure. What I know happened is I had her pinned against the closed door giving her a deep kiss. After a short adolescent makeout session, we started to chat a little bit more.
Asking if the anxiety was still there she replied that it was next to gone. A smile of relief across her face. So far, so good. 😏
Starting with her shoulders, I massaged her body in slow sweeping motions while teasing the nape of her neck and whispering in her ear how much I wanted her. Making the rounds I tried to note what really made her breathing pattern grow shallow and wobble.
She stripped down to naked as I instructed. There was no nervousness here. Just a whole lot of "fuck me" eyes. I threw her onto the bed. Picking up both legs I started rubbing her feet and legs occasionally getting close to her pussy, but not going all the way yet. I could tell she really liked what I was doing.
I climbed on top of her and put my mouth on her nipple. She said "I wanted to shower first remember?" Oh I remember, but I wanted to make her as hot and wet as the shower she was about to take. My fingers find themselves between her legs again and I finally brush up against her pussy. She almost shivers from my touch. I kiss her again and tell her to go take a shower. We have some unfinished buisness to attend to. 😈😈😈
While she's in the shower, I'm patiently pacing around the hotel room. She's real. We are vibing. This. Is. Happening. I am still fully clothed at this point. Not that I was wearing a bunch, but I still looked like I was going to the gym, not about to fuck. I decided to just take off my shirt and not go full "naked man" on her. The water turns off and it's almost time. I heard her fiddling around in the bathroom and she comes out in some red lingerie.
I told her to get on her knees and suck my fucking cock. She pulls down my shorts and my cock springs out at her. It's fully hard and has been for a while. She takes me into her mouth and looks up at me. I know I let out at least a small moan the first time she wrapped her lips around the head of my dick. I'm letting her do her thing, stroking her hair talling her how good it feels to finally have her servicing my cock.
My patience was starting to run out and I really wanted to get acquainted with her pussy. So my tongue went ahead and set up a face to face interview with her clit. I tried working around the lingerie, but it got in the way. After she got fully naked again I had my whole face buried in between her legs.
You either do or do not know how to eat pussy. Believe it or not, it's not about what you do, but more how you react to your partner. Know how to call an audible. Everyone is different. We all wear shoes, but they come in all different shapes and sizes. Assuming everyone is going to like the same thing does not bode well.
I am trying a few different things paying attention to her breathing, her body movement and what she's doing with her hands. To my delight she like strong and full strokes around her clit. This is my favorite and I'm able to get mesmerized by the process only stopping to come up for air.
I am only human though, and my tongue and jaw start to tire. She warned me that cumming was hard for her and don't take it personally if she couldn't. I accept that, but that doesn't mean I can't fucking try.
My technique switched from mouth to hand where I am fingering her with sweeping motions inside of her pussy. Beckoning her her orgasm to make an appearance. She was very receptive to this, but she was also getting notedly more and more flustered. She found the door to her orgasm, she just could find where the goddamn handle was to open it.
With one hand deep inside her, I put the other across her neck and choked her lightly (asked permission beforehand). I told her to fucking look into my eyes and tell me what she wants me to do to push her over the edge. In the moment all she could whimper was "I don't know, but keep going. It feels so fucking good."
I wasnt able to get her to crest that hill...yet. No kidding, I think my cock starting screaming "put me in coach" at that point. After putting on a condom I had her get into doggy which I was told was her position of choice.
After all this talking, I was finally inside her. I started with long and deliberate strokes taking my cock fully out and sliding it in until it bottomed out. I obviously couldn't see her face, but I did see her do that thing with your head where you just raise your chin and close your eyes because something is so enjoyable. Maybe it's sitting down after a long day. Maybe it's the first bite of your favorite meal. You know what I mean. You just did it didn't you? 🤔
My strokes began to quicken and she getting the fucking that she'd been talking about. We changed positions a few times as I was trying to stave off my orgasm. As much as I was teasing her, I was doubly teasing myself. Giving into the inevitable, I set my strokes to my speed for me to come. This was my first time cumming that night so I knew there was alot left in the tank so to speak. I held her down and thrust hard into her cumming hard. She giggled and said something along the lines of "Well that was great."
We both knew going in how much we liked to cuddle and touch each other so after some quick cleanup, we found ourselves skin to skin contact again. This time in the crook of my arm scribbling aimlessly on my chest.
Story time from both of us. We shared some of the good and the bad, both noting how this encounter had so far been overwhelmingly in the good category.
I can't say I've asked any other dudes, but I've found I know I'm ready for the next round when I find myself biting my lip and my hand starts wandering below the belt. I honestly don't even realize im doing it at first. After some more play with her tits, my mouth and fingers found themselves back in the interview room face to face with her clit again.
I was still determined to make her cum. Having cum once already I was ready to try and fuck it out of her as I couldn't quite get her there with my fingers and tongue. Once she was sufficiently warmed up again I had her on her back with a pillow under her hips.
This is one of my favorite positions. For me, its the perfect PIV height. I have been with partners of all sizes, but this seems like a winner for all of them. I grabbed both wrists and pulled her towards me. Even leaning back like I am the anchor for a tug a war team. That's when shit got loud. Animalistic and carnal I held tight on her wrists and pounded as hard and as fast as I could. This was an intensity and speed she had not seen yet. Her moans turned more guttural and between her repeated mantras of "oh fuck" and "oh my god," she said "I'm going to cuh-uh-uh-uuuuuum RIGHT THERE. LIKE THAT!!" And that ladies and gentlemen, is exactly what I did. I pounded her until it felt like there was a gorilla sitting on chest. I was out of breath, but I did exactly what I promised her I'd try to do from the start of this journey. Make her cum! 😈😈😈
Things calmed down for a bit while we talked more. Like before, we were sharing our past sexual experiences and exploits. She had mentioned she had squirted once before. As always, I'm never one to back down from a challenge. After some light foreplay with her tits, I had curled my fingers deep into her soaked pussy stroking her g spot. The sweeping motion of my fingers got more and more pronounced while pressing a little harder each time. She came again, but did not squirt. It was a stretch goal, but I had to go for it.
Our time was running out and I wanted to come again. I put her back on a pillow and pounded her like before. This time instead of leaning away from the things that were going to make me cum, like a dog in an open window, I embraced it head on.
Sex as a man is this weird balancing act of doing things that feel good and doing things that feel but aren't going to make you cum. If you get too much of the former, we'll fuck, I finished way before we'd both like. If you get to much of the latter, going soft is enviable.
Orgasm 2 and especially orgasm 3+ (when the time allows), are a completely different beast. Instead of pacing my self like I am running a 10k, it's more like a scavenger hunt in the dark. And once I do find the orgasm, I have to drag it out of the room like an animal knowing it's being taken to the vet. Each time I cum the animal grows stronger and the room gets bigger.
With my partner now having cum 2-3 times, I was able to put her in exactly the position i needed and go the perfect speed for me. That speed was high. As I had learned an hour or so earlier she'll have what i was having. She liked it rough just like me. It was loud. And holy fuck did I cum hard.
Climbing off her she said something. It could have a lil' Yatchy verse with how mumbled it was. I asked her to repeat, but it still sounded like gibberish.
"I told you I was going to fuck the words right out of you."
She giggled and replied with a, "Yup. Yeah. You did."
We had about 20 minutes left and she decided she was going to give me a full body scratch. I believe the term she called me was a "scratch slut."
We both put our clothes back on and said our goodbyes. She kissed me one last time. I warned her not to do it too hard, as that may repeat this whole process again and I miss my dinner with clients.
After getting back from my dinner meeting i was so tired in the best way possible. Hotel beds can be quite uncomfortable sometimes, but that night I slept so goddamn well!
Raquel and I had the best afternoon and the only reason it ever happened was because she decided to take a chance. Thanks for that!
The real question is when will I be back in Detroit!?
Tldr I hooked up with a complete stranger less than 24 hours after she responded to my ad. The afternoon was impeccable with both people getting exactly what they wanted from the experience.
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The Tutor, Part Eleven [F20/F18] [D/s] [Role Reversal]
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**PART ELEVEN**
As I reviewed the first few problems with Annabelle, I had to make a conscious effort not to accidentally check her out. Whenever she leaned over to get a closer look at something on the page, it resulted in her cleavage being painfully obvious in my peripherals. Her bare thighs were also on display the entire time, and it was impossible to ignore the fact that she was half dressed when I was stuck looking at the completed packet in front of us.
Just a few more minutes.
This was supposed to be a 90 minute session, and I had already been here for nearly two hours. Because I was being paid so much, I decided earlier that it wasn’t fair to count the time it took to pull around to the back of the house, or the introductions with Trixie and the redhead that was way too comfortable in her own space. Instead, I noted the time when Annabelle and I actually started talking mathematics and used that as the official start to our session.
Now that I had spent a little over an hour cooking and cleaning in the kitchen downstairs, we had less than ten minutes left for what I was actually hired for. While I felt a little weird about taking so much money for such a mundane task, none of this was my fault. Annabelle was the one that sent me away, and she and Trixie were annoyingly persistent about keeping me down there. At this rate, I figured I should be paid in full simply to make up for all the trouble and the awkwardness.
Annabelle and I only made it to the end of the fourth problem. While her answers were correct, there were still a few things that I went over in terms of how she could have been more thorough with her work. And, in one instance, how a different method would have been better. She had the same attitude as before: when she knows that she’s right, the potential padding of partial credit doesn’t interest her. And I understood. I was also a bit of a human calculator in high school, but university taught me to slow down. Ultimately, there’s a lot more to learn during the journey of a problem than the destination.
Maybe I would have extended our session if it had just been the time issue caused by the dishes, but Annabelle’s state of undress was too much on top of that. Eighteen or not, her high school status complicated things. “Well, that’s all the time I have,” I said. Setting the packet down to add a visual cue to the end of our session, I realized a moment too late that no longer focusing on the problem set meant that I’d have to look more directly at her.
Annabelle let out a small sigh. “Already? I wanted to learn about those last few! I had, like, no idea what I was doing.”
‘Maybe we could keep going if you got dressed.’ I thought about saying it, but there were too many unknowns with something like that. Either she’d once again make it sound like I’m the one being weird about it, or she’d take me up on the offer. This was also MY weekend, and I had a lot to get done for my own classes. “Sorry, Annabelle. Maybe-” My voice caught in my throat. Maybe next time? This was only supposed to be a trial session, and I had already mostly decided that it wasn’t worth the trouble. I was a busy girl, and not even a few hundred dollars could tempt me to tutor a topless girl week after week.
“Maybe what?” Annabelle asked.
Well, at least I had cut myself off. Thinking quickly, I turned towards her and focused on her eyes and only her eyes. She definitely wasn’t shy about eye contact, and had noticeably deep green eyes. “Maybe I can send you some materials?” I said, “Most of those problems revolve around the same formula.”
“That would be great, Meredith. You have to take that with you to review, right?” she asked, nodding towards the packet, “Could you send me a copy with those materials? I want to try to figure it out on my own before next Saturday.”
Damn. So much for slipping out without mentioning my hesitation about continuing these tutoring sessions. “Umm, like I told your parents,” I began, not entirely sure how much they shared with their daughter about the communication leading up to this, “I’m not sure if I can make this a regular commitment.”
“But, why not? I gave up my Saturday for you, Meredith. You’re going to quit on me after one day?”
“No, it’s not like that. It’s just- umm, I mean-”
“Here.” Annabelle reached over and grabbed her phone from the coffee table. Unlocking it in half a second with her face, she handed it to me. “Give me your number. If you’re not going to come back, at least let me message you to make sure I’m doing the last few problems right after you send me everything. Just while I look for a new tutor. Okay?”
“Oh. Well . . .” I trailed off. It wasn’t exactly the most unreasonable request. Although it was definitely her fault that most of my time was wasted, maybe she deserved a little closure on the kinds of problems I introduced to her in the first place. And, again, her parents were paying me enough that a little follow-up work on my end was tolerable. “Okay. But I’m really busy, Annabelle. I might not be able to get back to you right away,” I said. As I typed in my contact information, I figured it was important to mention something like that to a teenager who may be used to more instant replies.
Taking the phone back when I was done, Annabelle just shrugged and brushed her hair back. “That’s fine. If it means learning new things, then it’s worth the wait.”
More mature than I expected, but should that be a surprise? Despite the surprises of the day and the low key presumptuous attitude of the girl, nothing about her was particularly immature save for the occasional teenage use of the word ‘like.’
While her enthusiasm for my chosen field made it more difficult to commit to my decision to make this our first and last session, I had still more or less made up my mind. She could be as passionate and mature as she wanted, but there were just too many difficult variables that I couldn’t deal with. So, after taking a minute to collect my things, I wished Annabelle luck moving forward, and bid her farewell. Letting out a quiet sigh of relief once I was able to turn my back and no longer face the scantily clad girl, I made my way down the hall and back downstairs. Now I just had to retrace my step to my shoes.
Trixie intercepted me fairly easily, as she was dusting nearby when I reached the base of the stairs. “Ms. Moore.” Pausing her cleaning, she picked up a nearby envelope and brought it over to me. “Thank you again for your help in the kitchen. Here’s everything for teaching and cleaning, plus a small tip. I hope cash is alright.”
“It’s fine,” I lied. Hundreds of dollars would be a lot easier to deposit with a check and an app. Sliding the envelope into my bag’s side pocket, I let Trixie escort me through the house and back to the side door.
Just like that, I was back in my car. Almost thirty minutes behind schedule, but I wouldn’t complain when I had earned a big stack of cash for my troubles. Even with my prep work, the commute, and whatever future Annabelle texts I had to deal with, I still ended up making more than $100/hour. I couldn’t help myself. In the solitude of my car, I opened the envelope to check out what I had made.
My eyes widened as I sifted through the bills. Rather than the $600 I expected to find, there were NINE hundred dollar bills waiting for me. An extra $300, for what? Dishes and a tip? It was absolutely crazy. Especially since working with Trixie wasn’t in addition to the time I spent tutoring; it was in place of it.
The moral part of me wanted to knock on the door and give the extra money back. And yet, the broke university girl part of me was a little more tempted to come back next Saturday . . .
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[f/d] we've been snuggling but we haven't talked about it
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I don't know what to do now. I don't have time to recap my past few months but dad and I have been sleeping in the same bed for a while now. And lately we've been snuggling close and I feel like something might happen and while I want it to I'm so scared that he might not actually want me. He rubs my back, and he's rested his hand on my hip before. I wiggled back in to him once and he didn't push me away but he didn't do anything either.
I don't know what to do.
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I deep throated an unattractive guy's cock at a Labor Day party because his girlfriend insulted my potato salad
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So, I went with some friends to a big Labor Day cookout. There were a bunch of people I knew there, and bunch I didn't. It was warm outside, and there was a pool, so I wore a bikini top and a pair of short jean shorts. They're not full-on daisy dukes, but still VERY short and show some cheek. Also, super comfy. I brought a dish of my famous potato salad to share.
I was there for about an hour, just drinking and catching up with people, when I heard this girl nearby who I didn't know say (not to me) "ew, did you try that potato salad? So gross." She didn't know it was mine, but still, it took all of my strength not to turn around like, "excuse me, bitch?" (My potato salad is amazing.) I didn't say anything, but kept my eye on her.
She was this uptight looking redhead with RBF. A minute later, she looked over at me, and I swear to God, she gave me a quick up-and-down glance and THAT LOOK that said "wow what a slut."
Too bad I'd noticed her boyfriend checking me out earlier. Because that's when I decided I was going to go suck his cock.
Her boyfriend was not a particularly attractive guy. He was basically okay, but kinda loud, a little overweight (he had a beer gut), lots of hair. Not my type. I think he was 30-something.
I waited until he went into the pool house to get a drink and followed him in. We were the only ones there when I found him in the kitchen, and I asked if he could help me find something. "I lose everything, hahaha!" I love playing dumb sometimes. 😂 I led him into the storage room off the garage.
Then, I "found" the other bikini top in my bag there and asked if he'd be a sweetie and help me tie it.
"You sure your girlfriend wouldn't mind?" I winked at him.
I made him turn around while I pretended to mess around with the other top, and then told him to turn back. I was holding the top over my boobs.
"You wanna peek? I don't mind. I saw you looking earlier. I won't tell.""Uh...." he was totally nervous. "Yeah."
So I dropped the top and let him stare at my tits for a second. Then I took one of his hands and let him feel.
Yeah, so one minute later, he's leaning against the wall, and I'm on my knees in front of him, tits out, bobbing over his cock, working his balls with one hand. He actually didn't have a bad cock. Then I told him to turn around, so I could brace the back of my head against the wall. I told him to go ahead and fuck my mouth, and that he could go as deep as he wanted. I could handle it.
Well, he definitely went for that. He was thrusting pretty hard, and I actually thought I might gag once or twice, but pretty soon he just grunted and blew his load. I could tell he was close, so I was ready. I loudly gulped down his load, and then looked up so he could watch me lick his cock clean and say thank you.
"By the way, your girlfriend is kind of a bitch."
He actually laughed. "You have no idea!"
Then he left and went back to the party, and I went around the side of the house so no one knew. Except one of my friends who was with me, who immediately gave me a look, and we both cracked up laughing because we both knew what I'd done. I still have no idea what his name was.
By the way - the secret to a really good potato salad is to (1) always use yukon golds, (2) let them cool completely after boiling, (3) NEVER add salt before they're cooled, because then you get watery salad, and (4) add a healthy splash of white vinegar after the potatoes are cool, along with a bit of chili powder. I make damn good potato salad.
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My Fantasy of Showing Off My Wife
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The thought of showing my wife off gets me soo fucking hard. She's a short brunette with perfect tan skin, cute face and curves in all the right places. And with her tiny waist and amazing ass, she looks like the perfect little fuckdoll. She's always got the naughtiest smile on whenever we get freaky, and knows exactly how to be my submissive little whore.
The hottest part about her is how innocent she is. Yes she's got a dark dirty side, but you'd never guess it from looking at her. The fact she looks so innocent makes it that much hotter that she's my little slave. She looks at me with the most innocent vulnerable eyes, doing exactly as I say without a second thought. When we fuck, she does her makeup in the sluttiest way, and wears whatever I want her too. It's almost like an alterego. On one end she's this cute innocent girl who hides her curves, and then on the other she's this submissive fuckdoll wearing the sluttiest things, ready to follow instructions. It works perfectly since she's naturally submissive and I'm naturally dominant.
I know exactly how hot she is, and how lucky I am, which is why the thought of showing her off turns me on soo much. We've done a few things in public before. She's gone down on me plenty of times in the car (my windows aren't tinted). One time I even stripped her down to her lingerie in my car while she was bent over sucking my cock. Her ass was perfectly visible in her red thong and a truck drove by and honked too lol, that was pretty hot cause I know he definitely liked what he saw. We were both so turned on we just drove around for a bit with her in her lingerie on full display.
Another time we were supposed to go for a 'walk' on a dirt path but ended up in a really secluded area. I started telling her to strip, recording her as she walks ahead of me, she was showing off her perfect ass and tits. And she was in her normal innocent look so it was hot to see the slut in her come out while she looked like that. Eventually we couldnt hold back and I ended up fucking her face outdoors near some farm lol, and of course she swallowed every drop so there was no clean up. It was so hot neither of us could sleep the next night from being so turned on.
Our honeymoon was pretty hot too, we had a giant window in our hotel room, and we fucked near it, not consciously, but it just happened. We weren't to close to the window, but still close enough someone could see if they wanted. I didn't think much of it then, but looking back it's such a turn on. I want to do it again...this time right up against the window though. Her bent over facing the window while I fuck her from behind. Showing off her perfect body while I pound her knowing ppl can see her. Makes me hard just thinking about it.
I've imagined scenarios like us on vacation, where she doesn't have to dress or look so innocent because no one knows us. I picture her in the tiniest bikini and thong, walking along the beach holding my hand. I know she will definitely turn heads, people would be checking out her ass for sure, it looks amazing in a thong. They'll be looking at us like damn she fine, he's lucky.
The most extreme scenario I've imagined is pretty crazy. Not doable definitely because it's way too out there for either of us, and I'd never want to actually go through with it, but it's hot af to imagine. We recently got a leash, haven't even got a chance to use it yet but my minds already been running wild. I imagine a scenario where we are outdoors. She's wearing her black bdsm lingerie that barely covers her tits and ass, it has thin straps that go around her waist and neck. She has her sexy egirl makeup on, looking all cute and slutty, and she has black leash on with a silver chain leading to the handle I'm holding as we walk. I lead her to a secluded spot, where we fuck like animals outdoors. I use all of her wholes till I'm done with her, and although she loves to swallow, I pull out to cover her face with my cum. This time though, she leaves it as is, I pull her by her leash, she follows obediently, cum still dripping off her face. We walk through a public street, her looking exactly as I described her, black bdsm outfit, sexy makeup ruined from being face fucked and covered in cum, and of course her leash which I'm holding. We're getting all types of looks left and right, men checking out her perfect body, seeing what a good fucking whore I have, envying me since I own this little slut. Woman completely shocked, uttering things under their breath, what a dirty whore she is, but deep down, jealous of how sexy she looks and turned on imagining themselves in that scenario.
It's definitely the extreme of my fantasy, not doable but I find it hot af. There's no part of me that wants to share her at all, it's a turn off for me and I'm way to possessive of her to do that. I just enjoy the thought of showing off what a sexy little whore I have.
BTW I share this account with her, she has no idea I'm posting this but she's definitely gonna read it eventually lol.
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[M/S] I’m visiting my parents and the weekend with mom took a turn for the horny.
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Hi folks.
I’m honestly not super sure how long this post will be. I may break it up in two parts if it’s too long. Let’s jump in.
The weekend with mom was fun. But obviously, shit happened. Now, I do want to give out the caveat that I understand this did not, by any means, ‘just happened’ to me. I definitely played a big role in either making these things take place, or deliberately not walking away from it.
I’m just admitting it before someone gives me shit for acting like I’m a victim in this and this shit is just transpiring around me lol.
We got to the house Thursday at noon. It was nice. Hung out with the dog, went out for a paddle in the afternoon, and we finally ended the day taking the dog for a short hike and made dinner.
Cooking came accompanied by a glass of wine. Even though we’d spent the whole day together, it wasn’t until now that it felt like we were genuinely conversing. Deeply so.
While the conversation about grandma, and dad’s emotional state came up, I couldn’t help but think about my sister and whether or not stuff had happened between them during this time. So it felt very abrupt when I changed the topic of conversation to my sister.
I asked how she’d been doing with everything and that I had come back to find her very actively working/supporting them. While it sounds rude, I’m afraid mom’s answer didn’t really matter. I had my next question ready regardless. “Was the situation with grandma what drove her to come back to the house or did she just not want to live away anymore?” I asked.
Mom explained my sister came back and said she’d find an apartment within X time period, but eventually she just didn’t and, once they spent less and less time at the house, it was almost like my sister lived there alone.
Trying to stay cool, I said “Nice. Although the house probably feels really big for her. Have you guys had any chances to hang out together?” Mom paused for a moment and then answered “We still made time to hang. But it hasn’t been the same in the last while, obviously.” I agreed, but couldn’t even help myself. “Are you guys still as close as before?” was my best attempt at getting the information I wanted without being too blunt.
Mom smirked, took a sip of her wine before saying anything, leaving a big gap in the conversation, then said “Why do I feel like you’re trying to ask me something in particular?”
For some reason, I genuinely did not know what to respond. So, using all my cognitive abilities, I eloquently said “ummm… eh…. I…”
Mercifully, mom took me out of my misery by responding “there hasn’t been much of a chance to do that kind of hang out. If that’s what you’re asking me.”
I didn’t really know how to answer. Either way, I would come across as not wanting to hear more, or wanting to hear a little too much.
The rest of the night went by peacefully. I mean… we were house sitting… we were in a normal house, not a hotel. So eventually we both fell into our day-to-day habits. The evening ended with both of us sharing the couch, lying opposite from each other and reading for an hour or so.
Before bedtime, mom asked me if I’d be showering. I said I was planning to (the house only has one bathroom). I’d be lying if I told you I wasn’t holding my breath a little to see what she’d say back. “ Ok…. You can shower first,” she said, putting my concerns to rest.
But, obviously, we’re not gonna let those concerns rest too much. A second before I came out of the shower - I had just turned it off - mom walked into the bathroom with her bag of toiletries. Like it was nothing, she talked to me as I dried myself. I wasn’t naked in front of her for too long.
Aaaand almost as if on queue, mom took her clothes off completely, then proceeded to shower. For mostly practical reasons, I brushed my teeth right there and then. Definitely not to look at her a little more. Absolutely not. Definitely. Totally.
Nothing much after that though. She covered herself with a towel and went on to do her skincare routine. I just went to bed.
Friday, with the exception of a couple of moments, wasn’t of note. We spent the whole day reading, relaxing and drinking a little wine. I cooked for her most of the afternoon. We had an early dinner and went out for a paddle.
We made it a little further than anticipated, and it was the perfect time, temperature and place to swim. But we were both wearing sportier clothes, not swimsuits. I mean… we had seen each other naked the night before… so it wouldn’t necessarily be weird if I got naked now.
I was kind of hesitant. I mean, I don’t necessarily WANT something to happen. The whole lesson I’ve had to learn is not to spiral with these things. “Be cool, Select. Don’t go nuts. Have fun, be comfortable… but don’t go nuts.”
Finally that’s what I did. I said “you know what? It’s too nice to waste the opportunity.” Then I quickly got naked and jumped into the water. “We’re both adults, and, no matter what, we’ve seen each other naked…. So it’s not like it changes anything,” I thought.
She giggled, made a “wow, the water must be REALLY cold” joke and joined me. Taking her clothes off in the process.
We swam for about 30 minutes, then headed back. It all happened with minimal physical contact.
Using the momentum of seeing each other naked, I let her shower first, but felt confident to brush my teeth at the same time. We switched after.
Ok. We are on to the last day and we’re not doing too bad in terms of length. I mean… It's a long post. But, by far, not the worst we can do.
Saturday!
I'm just gonna cut to the chase. Paddle early in the morning, I made a big breakfast, we swam naked at the same spot in the afternoon and made it back before dinner. We actually got caught by a couple on another canoe. It was funny/embarrassing.
Later, she showered while I was making dinner. So no seeing her naked. And I showered while she finished up the food. So no seeing me naked.
As we ate (fully clothed) mom went quiet. Clearly brewing something. “Ok…” she said, completely out of nowhere, “I can’t NOT ask anymore. What caliber of fight did you guys get into
That made her come back?”
I took a moment to think of my answer, and before I could say anything, she continued “Like, don’t tell me nothing happened. Because it’s clear she came after a big argument. She refuses to tell me about it.”
Finally, I responded “we got into a big disagreement.”
Mom got so mad at my answer, lol. I only elaborated “I did one of those things where she decided something, but I made the final call. And it didn’t go well.”
“Fine… don’t tell me,” she responded, then continued in a funny tone “but know that I’m your mother, boy. I’ll find out eventually. I always find out.”
She used to say this all the time when we were teenagers and would go out. “Remember that if you hide something from me, I’ll find out. I’m your mother. I always find out.”
We giggled for a little and pretty much dropped the topic. It’s good to know mom is somewhat in the know that something is up. If only to cover my bases.
Dinner was over, but we continued talking for about an hour at the table. It’s crazy how long it just feels like we’re a couple of friends sometimes. She was tired, and said it was bedtime for her. But somehow, as we got ready for bed, we ended up chatting in the bedroom. I awkwardly stood at the end of the bed for a good while. She sat up, propped up with a couple of pillows.
It really seemed like the evening was about to end, and that we’d part ways. But mom asked me, straight up, “hey, I’m only asking cause I feel like this is our last chance to have a ‘vacation night’ - she did air quotes - but would you like to watch porn together?”
I paused, very much unsure if this was a good idea. I mean, if she came back to my sister and told her, I feel like that would very much make it look like I wanted this communal getaway to ‘do stuff.’ But at the same time, it felt like a genuinely fun idea. After all… since when is it not fun to have a jerk off buddy?
Based on our interactions throughout the weekend, things didn’t feel like they would escalate. Plus, we’d been hanging out naked with each other already, so might as well. I said yes, and we quickly proceeded to get set up next to each other, with a laptop between us.
Most of the experience was mom being in charge of finding something to watch and me making fun of her choices. She would pick everything from the VERY cliché to the uber slow and boring. Clearly, not a porn aficionada.
When the right video played, though, we both got really quiet. It was super apparent that we both liked it. We each shifted on our spots, almost nervously. It’d been a while. Nonetheless, she began taking her clothes, and I followed suit immediately.
Her underwear stayed on. So did mine, but we both moved it to the side to have full access. I don’t really know why we didn’t get naked. But it is what it is.
Curiously enough, we didn’t look at each other much. Yet having the other there clearly had an effect. It’s like having a wanking partner was enough to have us hot and bothered.
We wanked for a reeeeeally long time. Maybe 2 hours? It shocked us when we eventually saw the clock. We had simply found a really good pace, and a very entertaining playlist to watch.
Mom’s moans let me know she was about to cum. I stared at her pussy as she fingered herself to orgasm. I came suuuuuper hard watching her. Because I’d been edging myself for so long, I came so much. My dick convulsed as my balls were completely drained.
Without saying anything, mom got up and headed for the shower. I went in right after. Standing in font of each other naked, I thought it best to just spend the night in separate rooms. So we did.
And that’s about it for the weekend. I think I’ll leave this as a single post (a very long one).
We had breakfast today on our way home, then have just hung out individually. Dad isn’t home yet.
I’m a little concerned of my own behavior. I’m not sure if this is me falling back into old (bad) habits or if it’s perfectly under-control indulging. After all, I did decide to not risk things escalating at any point. Nor did I feel tempted.
Who knows… This is probably just another dumb dilemma a perfectly normal, smart person wouldn’t put themselves into.
Then there’s the issue of what to tell my sister.. A commenter on my last post suggested I shouldn’t have a conversation at all, and that I should probably let my sister come to me if there is anything to address.
And I kind of agree with that. But with what happened this weekend… I don’t know.
Feedback is welcome, I guess.
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That Time I Accidentally Became A Demon (Chapter 3) (Stupid But Pragmatic) [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 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/WarixViviana/comments/1047dv0/that_time_i_accidentally_became_a_demon_chapter_2/)
There were a million questions in my nearly broken mind. The first needed answered immediately.
“Is your village in danger right now?”
“Yes!”
Before I began running out to do what I could, I needed more information.
“Let me rephrase. If I stand here and ask questions for the next five minutes, is anyone going to die?”
He seemed to radiate a very interesting mix of righteous indignation and incredible amounts of guilt and self-hatred.
“...no.”
“Tell me the story of how your village is in danger.”
He looked sharply at me and I saw something new, something that was so pure and strong that it nearly toppled me even as I currently was. Hope from the hopeless. Those eyes looked at me like I was a god come to right all the wrongs of the world. The purity in them was almost too much to look at.
Then it morphed into a pure and utter hatred.
“Our old baron died. Nothing too weird about that, old Pete was pushing a hundred. But then came the new baron.”
He spat and his teeth were gritted so hard I thought they would break.
“He came with his own men. A dozen or so. All mean looking bastards. We thought it odd at the time but nothing more. Just a new lord wanting to be guarded well out here on the borderlands. Then they took Jinny.”
I was impressed. I can safely say I’d never see anyone with so much hatred. Ever.
“She came back… hurt.”
The way his eyes darkened and tears of frustration seemed to come up, I knew what he meant.
“The villagers are strong out here, in body and mind. They weren’t going to stand for it. Jinny’s father was going to strangle the new lord himself. They killed them. They killed them all. Let all the men gather out front, then the damn bodyguards… it was a slaughter. A bloody slaughter. They forced me to, to.”
He looked down at his hands and noticeably resisted looking at a shovel to my right. It was dark and stained with something that wasn’t just dirt. I understood.
Someone was forced to clean up the bodies. That person was him.
His next words were spoken with so much hate and despair that I thought a literal dark fire was going to burst out of him.
“The villagers are trapped. Men, women, children. Anyone that tries to leave is maimed or worse. After that, they took nearly all the women and… *used them.* We hid the children before it was too late. They don’t care about the village, about our food, our well being. We don’t have enough people to survive the winter. We can’t leave. The baron is going to rape our women until they die and let us all starve to death.”
It was at this point I noticed his teeth were actually cracked already, no doubt from the raw atrocities he must be forced to live through every single day. That sense of helplessness was very familiar, as I had felt it not more than a few seconds ago. I still couldn’t *remember* anything that happened, almost all of the emotions and memories were fully blocked off. But a distinct sense of finding freedom, only to realize that I couldn’t reach it, was one of the things imprinted onto me. If I was fully here, that one ‘memory’ alone would probably be enough to drive me insane. The pure intensity of it was insanely strong.
He seemed to slow there for a second before a new emotion took its place.
Determination.
“I had to do something. I couldn’t, they, I had to kill them all. I had to. I had to do something! And then I remembered the old ruins to the south. They say anyone who goes in dies. I snuck off, evading the patrols, and managed to reach it. I didn’t expect to survive but I had to try! It was… empty. Completely and totally empty. I walked past hallways fit for the largest of giants and shattered stone, for days, nearly running out food. Something led me to a casket. I don’t know what it was. It kept always moving me around without me realizing it in that ancient place. I don’t know whether it wanted to help me or if it just found me amusing but lead me it did.
That casket… it was a casket fit for a king. It took all my meager strength to lift it up and I’m sure that capricious being helped me, whatever it was. There, I only saw a skeleton and clutched in its hand, this jewel.”
He held up the bloody red ruby square.
“It felt… awful. Evil. I had no idea what to do with this. Then I remembered. I had read about a demon summoning ritual when I was young, before, well, you know.”
He gave me a pointed and nervous look. I had no idea what he was talking about.
“The book was burned to ashes long ago but I remembered it. And I remembered that you could use other stuff to help you summon. I tried, gathering my blood for the ritual circle and, well…”
Here he stopped. No doubt remembering from when I had nearly died from being summoned here. He didn’t know even a fraction of the hell he had ended up putting me through. Honestly, mostly I felt, well, nothing. But I could see that I would have been feeling like I’m the side character in this and he was the main protagonist. This guy was- Wait. Had we not even shared names yet?
“What’s your name?”
He blinked, as if coming back to the current moment.
“Selve.”
“Nice to meet you Selve. I’m Derek. Don’t worry about the summoning, I’ll get better. I need to ask you some more questions.”
He nodded. “Alright.”
“Is there magic in this world? And what sorts of magic?”
He looked at me like I was absolutely crazy but it was an important question. I needed to know what I was dealing with in this world.
“Uh, yeah. And all sorts. Elemental, holy, dark, uhh, illusions, mind… there’s a lot.”
I nodded.
“Is there any sort of floating screens, possibly with numbers on them that you can easily call in front of you?”
His mouth dropped open.
“...no?”
“Are there other species beyond humans?”
“Yeah. Ya got the elves and dwarves, uh, the fairies and demons of course, ogres, trolls, all the monsters and animals, the lizardkin, and uh, I’m sure there’s more but those are the ones I know..?”
“How strong is the baron and his men? What magic can I expect?”
He snorted.
“He doesn’t have enough money to hire any magician and no adventurer worth their salt would work for him, thank god. No mages. Just lots of strong men with swords.”
I sat and thought about that for a minute. I was a demon, sure, but I was also a human less than a few hours ago. My brain was currently broken, I had no idea why Selve thought I could take care of literally a dozen trained men by myself, and I had no plan or weapons. Attacking right now would be suicide.
“How much do you know about demons?”
That question seemed to throw Selve for a moment and then he looked at me.
“Well, after the war, a lot I guess. Different types of demon. People say a Warrior can kill one hundred men without breaking a sweat and the seducers can control minds and corrupt kingdoms. Summoning one…”
He actually looked at me in fear here.
“...the demon almost always kills the person. And it’s… a kin crime.”
My eyebrows shot to the top of my head. My separated emotions transformed into pure shock. I knew what that was. That’s a crime where they wipe out your whole bloodline. They kill your parents, children, grandchildren, grandparents, your wife or husband, their siblings, and your nieces or nephews. They might even go further. It didn’t matter who committed the crime, everyone was put to death.
I looked at Selve. He didn’t seem the type to condemn his entire family to death. He probably didn’t have anyone. Still, I’d strongly wager there was no greater crime than what he’d done. Which put something else into perspective for me.
“Selve… are demons kill on sight in your country?”
He had the humility to at least look away in shame. He hadn’t just put me through all of the hell that I had blocked away, nor had he just broken my brain and summoned me to this new world of magic and fantasy as a demon. He had also knowingly summoned a demon where they were seen as an enemy to be put down. Jesus Christ Selve, what the fuck did I ever do to you? Did I kill your dog in another life or something?!
Right. So, how was I going to save this village? Because of course I was. I didn’t need much emotion or thought to know that rape is wrong and anyone who does it should die. You can make a case for murder all day, even torture you might be able to squeeze out the flimsiest of excuses that would break within moments, but rape? No. There was only one response to that.
It did occur to me that I could leave. That helping others here would make me much more noticeable, much more likely to die the second anyone of any strength or power got word of my existence. That I was going to take a target on my back and make it that much larger. But anyone who can prevent an atrocity and doesn’t, deserves to die too. That’s inhuman. No, I’m not a human anymore am I? It’s The Line. What separates a person from a monster.
Strip me away my heart and mind, my ego and self. Boil me down to only what I felt was wrong or right. That was The Line. And it told me I had to help.
It surprised me how strongly I felt about that. It was beyond righteousness or compassion or empathy, it was the absolute thread of my moral code. The baseline of my existence when everything else broke apart. Death to those who bring atrocities, death to those that could have stopped it and didn’t.
Which brought forward only one question.
Could I stop it? Selve sounded like he only knew rumors about demons and I was currently brain fucked. Was I actually strong enough to take on one hundred men?
I looked down at my hands and squeezed. I didn’t feel like I was that much stronger. I needed a few days to sit down, think, recuperate, test myself, plan, and then execute a coup on a baron and his men.
…And every day spent was another day the people within a stone’s throw away from me were being raped.
My next decision was both stupid and pragmatic.
“Alright, let’s go.”
Selve blinked at me owlishly.
“Go?”
“Take me to the baron.”
[Chapter 4](https://www.reddit.com/r/WarixViviana/comments/105xryp/that_time_i_accidentally_became_a_demon_chapter_4/)
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Pencil Skirt [F20sM30s] [dubcon, bdsm, kink, toys, public, office, humil]
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I sit down at my small desk, open my laptop, plug it in, and get signed on. Another day in hell. Two months ago I graduated undergrad and got offered an internship at the highest paying law firm in the city; Mortson and Co. So lucky! Unfortunately, the job was unpaid. They did not inform me of this. They just told me it was an in, and my favorite professor put in a great word for me. In a few years, I could come back here with the great memory of how hard of a worker I was, and get the best law job in the city! I just had to be their office bitch a little longer.
Not just the office bitch, HIS office bitch.
Ryan Mortson is the head of the office, and I'm his "interning assistant." He pitched the job as a chance to get up close and personal with cases, look at legal documents, and even help him analyze cases. Of course, I jumped at the chance, especially after Professor Stephens put in a good word. I thought she was saving my ass! Turns out the "interning assistant" is just the girl at the tiny desk outside his office, who gets coffee and makes memorandums for the staff on big case wins. I haven't seen a single case file since I got here.
Not only has that been a disappointment, but the guy also has a huge misogynist thing going on. He makes all the women wear pencil skirts, I've seen him send women HOME if they wear pants to the office. Even slacks! He also requires heels of at least three inches, some nerve! Heels are the bane of my existence, but I got around it with a little legal loophole: platform heels. He just said heel, not stiletto.
I tell myself every day as I tuck in for bed, that one day I'll run Mortson and Co. If I can endure his shit down, I'll give the whole business a run for their money. I can connect dots, I always find good evidence, and I always trust my clients. Well, fictional clients from undergrad, but I still do well! I managed to win the case for Jafar, the woman kidnapping, person killing, and throne-stealing piece of shit from Aladdin! (Let's just say, the prince of thieves had an accomplice to frame Jafar, and I found proof.)
Today would be different. I would not sit at my desk and be idle, today I get my hands in a case. If I'm not getting paid, I at least need experience! I open up Mortson and I's joint calendar on Chrome and check our meeting schedule for the day. We have a meeting with a client at noon. I have about one hour to do my research.
Although I am an intern, Mortson tasks me with making the case memo for the team, finding any public documents on the case, and looking into the client's background as much as is publicly available. I settle into my chair, sip my mocha cappuccino I picked up on my way here, and begin to dig into the case online.
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"Janine?" I look up, Mortson is standing at my tiny desk looking down at me. I panic, face fluttering.
"Yes sir?" I ask quickly, almost standing in fear but keeping myself sitting. His stare is terrifying sometimes. So domineering.
"Where is the Scott case Memo?" I blink and look down. It's 5 till noon. I was supposed to have this done forever ago, but I got lost reading up on case details. This case is so interesting, and I need to be in on it!
"I apologize, sir, there were more public records than I expected. This case has been going on for a while, looks like we are just her new lawyers. Could I go in and give the memo verbally to the team, then type it up and send it out later?" He looks at me for a moment, pondering the question.
"Grab your laptop, meet us in boardroom C. Don't fail me, Janine." And with that, he leaves. I take a deep breath, stand from my desk, and roll my tiny office chair away. The plastic creaks as I stand, and I tuck my laptop under my arm. I leave my coffee, it will just give me something to fidget with and make me look ill-informed.
As I enter the board room, five men and one woman look up at me. The woman is the resident case secretary, she is only there to make notes about conversations for future reference. The men are Co-Counselors to Mortson, and they do every high-profile case with him. From what I read, he will need them.
I sit down at the long table and type a few case details in a document so I don't forget them as I present the case. "Okay everyone, Ms. Tackett didn't have a chance to write the memo before our clients arrived, so she will summarize what she had learned of the case so far while Mr. Jones goes and waits in the lobby for the client. Ms. Tacket will type one and email it at a later date. She informed me the case has been public for quite some time, so there must be good details in her research. Ms. Tackett, if you would?"
I stand carefully, unwrinkle my skirt and begin to explain the case. It's a high-stakes divorce case for a 45-year-old woman. She and her husband owned a yacht club and no one can decide who gets the estate. The two have destroyed each other in the media over the years, and there are multiple accusations of cheating or corruption. Because of this, a short-term divorce has taken two years and six law teams. We are her last hope to get justice.
As I finish up, Mortson dismisses me with a "Finish that memo and send it to the team please, Ms. Tackett." I nod and head back to my tiny desk. The thrill of helping with a case was so fun, but I won't get to help anymore. I begin typing up the team memo when a postal worker stops in front of my desk.
"Where is Mr. Ryan Mortson?" He asks.
"He's in a meeting, I can put that on his desk!" I offer a hand.
"Okay, can you sign? Please be sure no one else sees this, it's confidential information." The man requests.
"Of course. I'm his secretary, I will make sure no one touches it and he sees it right away." I sign, and the man disappears. I tuck it under my laptop, type the last words of the memo, and hit send. Done with that, now I should probably take this into his office.
I step inside his office and the aroma of mahogany hits my nose. It's such a lovely smell, it's the only reason I like coming in here. The wood door clasps shut behind me, and I'm alone with the smooth jazz Mortson plays while he works. I walk to the back of his desk and start to sit the file down when I notice it was "Scott Vs. Wilson" on the cover. That's the case we were just looking at. It also says "financial records and PI photos." Oh, so this just got more interesting. Before I know it, I'm bending down the metal flaps and pulling documents out, spreading them around his desk. There is so much to unpack, but all my energy lands on one piece of paperwork: the deed. I begin reading the details, flipping and carefully looking through every line, just as my eyes see a photo on the desk that changes everything.
I don't know how long I'm looking, but suddenly the door behind me opens. I spin around, documents in my hands, and see Mortson standing in the doorway. The door clasps behind him. We are alone in his dim office. I feel fear shoot down my spine.
"Mr. Mortson, I'm sorry I-"
"Are those the classified Scott case files?" I begin to open my mouth "The classified files addressed to me, and only me, open on my desk and in your hands?" I stop breathing. That's a felony, Janine. A goddamn felony.
"Sir I, please-" He cuts me off, abruptly coming over and shoving me into the corner of his desk. I feel my throat tightening. He's going to kill me for this.
"Why would open something addressed to me, Ms. Tackett?" He asks again, colder this time.
"Sir please, I found a connection here that changes everything I just-" he slams his hand on the desk just behind my ass, I whimper and somewhat crawl onto the desk backward to avoid his wrath.
"Janine Tackett this is easy grounds for dismissal, and so help me god if anyone finds out this firm is under so much legal action-"
"Mr. Wilson put his lawyer on the deed, and his lawyer is his girlfriend who broke the two of them up in the first place!" I squeak out, making Mortson stop his tirade in my face. He pulls back.
"Excuse me?" He asks.
"I-I-It's in the files, sir. I did so much digging I needed to know more, and when I realized it was about this case I looked and couldn't stop. The deed to their mansion? The only person on the deed is "Wilson." But then the lawyer and Mr. Wilson started having an affair, you can see that in the photos provided by Ms. Scott's PI. You wouldn't know who it was based on the pictures, because you can't see her face. But I remember finding an article about how Mr. Wilson pays his lawyer in Lubittons, so it only makes sense that the woman in this photo with red bottoms is the lawyer. If that's the case, the lawyer is the one to blame for everything and probably write in extra clauses to make sure everything would be tied while up she attempted to live rent-free in Wilson's home, the house from which Mr. Wilson just got evicted. Seemingly this was because of backpay, but looking at this photo that's the lawyers' car in the parking lot of the home. She played him to keep the house." I am breathless after the last detail. Mortson stands straight.
"Ms. Scott never had money after leaving her husband, she just wanted compensation. So until now, her lawyers have been mid-level, but no lawyer will throw a case, they will however drop a client if convinced it's not a good case. I bet Mr. Wilson's lawyer paid them off hoping Ms. Scott would never be able to afford a real lawyer so the house would stay tied up and she could live there." I nod in agreement.
"Exactly my thoughts, so all you need to do in court is prove that the lawyer is living in the home and there was no eviction due to backpay, then prove that as a Wilson, Scott should get her half of the home property in restitution at least. The club doesn't have paperwork, but I think Ms. Scott would settle for half of their 3 million dollar estate. Especially if the lawyers' truth could get out if not." I add. He leans up, walks to the other side of the desk, collects papers, and tucks them into the envelope. He seals it but stops before exiting.
"If this proves to be helpful, I will not turn you in for tampering and mail fraud." I sigh, trusting my evaluation of the case and knowing I'm all good. "However, you must still be punished for what you've done. Come into my office at 7 pm tonight. We will discuss your punishment then." And with that, he leaves. I feel myself shaking. Will he fire me? Tell my professors? Ban me from the offices forever?
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The rest of the day was spent with me on edge. I swear Mortson was doing everything possible to make me flutter and panic. He called me into the board room, used a scary voice, but just asked for a few lattes. He came by me at the copier and insisted I was doing things wrong. During lunch, he entered the lunch area, walked up behind me, and said my skirt was too short today and to pull it down. I said yes sir but waited until he left to do it. It was so nerve-wracking having him watch my every move, knowing I was in deep shit. I'm sitting at my desk typing out some memos for other lawyers when walking up to my desk. "Ms. Tackett, please make sure no one is here for my 7 pm meeting. It's a private client who wishes to not be disturbed, is that clear? Just me and the attendee." I gulp. What is he going to do to me that he doesn't want other people around for?!
"Yes Mr. Mortson sir. I will be sure." I say back to him, watching him go into his office and slam the door behind him. I'm shaking now, do I go home and never come back? Or endure the punishment? Should I record the interaction, this is a one-party state, and I'm allowed to do that. Would he do something bad to me? Also, I'm in the wrong, would recording even be worth my while?
Before I can process, Ms. James, the case secretary says goodbye to me as she opens the elevator. I and Mortson are alone now. I hear my heart beating in my chest, my lungs screaming, and my head pounding. I'm terrified. I pack up my belongings, place them in my chair, and head over to his door. I take a deep breath, press record on my phone (because it makes me feel a little safer), and step into his office. The overhead lights are off, smooth jazz is playing, and all his lamps are on. He works like this at night, but there's still a peak of the sun behind the clouds in the distance.
"Mr. Mortson," I say softly. He's sitting in his chair, back to me, dress jacket draped over the back of his chair. My heart is still racing. "How can I make it up to you sir? I want to be a good lawyer one day, and I know opening the folder was wrong, but I had to see more details and I-" his hand raising cuts me off.
"What you found today is not going to help our case." My heart drops to my feet. My career is over. "It won us the case." I blink.
"I'm sorry, won?" I ask softly.
"Yes, Ms. Tackett. We called Wilson's lawyer with a counter-proposal for the divorce. She got defensive, then said we could take her to court whenever. However, when I mentioned the details you caught, she was ready to split the cost of the home with Scott. We won the case thanks to you, Ms. Tackett." I'm dumbfounded. "I think you do have an excellent law future ahead of you, but only if the right people show you the way." I nod, and he turns around to face me. He props his head up on his hands and looks at me, his face is so dark. His face shape is a string and sculpted. I've never noticed with the fluorescents on. "Ms. Tackett, I have a proposal for you. Because I cannot allow an employee to get away with doing something like you did. I will need to let you go." My heart drops again, I feel tears well up. "However, if you want to stay, you must be punished how I see fit. And it's not a way most people would be okay with." He explains.
"Can you tell me what that is before I decide?" He chuckles.
"Young Lawyers, always checking the fine print. I could tell you, but just remember, you committed a felony earlier today." I gulp, and nod at him. He's telling me what he says can't be shared, because he has blackmail. "You either leave Mortson and Co forever, never to return. Or you become my office sex slave. You'd come into my office and do whatever I need whenever I need you to. I will be the only person touching you in the office, and it will not go outside the office building. Your pay is not connected to this, nor is your actual job. Those things will stay the same, actual I will likely rope you into more cases as you proved useful in the Scott case. I am interested in BDSM, rope bondage, wax play, pain, humiliation, sensations, watersports, and secret public play with you, and will call you humiliating names sometimes. If a particular thing is off the list, we can negotiate that now. Otherwise, you pack your desk and never return, but I also never tell your secrets and you do not tell mine." My heart is beating loud now. I don't have a boyfriend at home, and I have been wanting to find someone to have sex with, but BDSM was not something I was expecting to get into this quickly. I'd seen it but never tried it.
"And what happens if you do something I do not like? Do I have to leave the office for good?" I ask.
"If you will still be my general sex slave, you may stay. But I think you will enjoy most of the things I do for you. I thrive off giving others pleasure, and controlling others." He explains.
"And if I get a partner?" I ask.
"No one can know about this, I mean do you want people to know you're a whore who sleeps with her boss to keep her job?" I blush and look down. "That's what I thought. Your partners cannot know, but what you do outside this building is under your control. You're just my office slut. Which option do you choose? Office whore, or unemployed?" I think through my options. If it's too much, I can still quit and be fine. But I want to stay here, and he's offering to let me sit in and work on cases. Can I refuse?
"You said things can be negotiated now?" I ask softly.
"Yes, is there something that is a limit for you you want off the table?" He asks.
"I cannot do urine," I say quickly, thinking of my baby sister wetting our bed when we were younger. "I also will not be a home wrecker," I add.
"Luckily for you, I am not married. You may look that up in our documentation history if you would like, I am an open book. I would not ask you to do that anyways. Watersports can be taken off the table, it's not my proffered one anyways." I nod. "So, is this a deal?" I think. Am I whoring myself out for a job?
"Could I try, to make sure I am comfortable with this before I decide?" I ask.
"You may, just remember the base deal stands. You helped with the case, and I will not tell your secrets if you do not tell mine. Don't risk your career by opening your mouth to your girlfriends." I shake my head.
"My career is the most important thing to me. I would never risk that." He nods and stands up, pulling a client chair from the corner. It's plush and bouncy, I sat in it for my interview.
"I knew you'd be a good lawyer just with how you fought at our interview for the job. I have a lot of faith in you, and I want badly to keep you in this office. But breaking rules cannot be tolerated. Take off your panties and unbutton your top to show off your breasts. Then have a seat in this chair." I do as instructed, revealing my lacey bra in the light of the lamps and tossing my panties to the floor. I'm left in a pencil skirt and nothing underneath it. "I'm going to give you an all-around experience. Today, and in the future, if something is too painful or upsets you, say 'red' and it will stop. We can re-negotiate as we need in the future. Do you understand, slut?" I nod. "I need verbal verification every time I ask if you understand, slut." He says quickly.
"Yes, I understand Mr.-"
"Call me sir. I am your sir." I nod.
"I understand sir." I agree. He rummages through a door in his desk and pulls out a metal bin. I've never seen him get items from this drawer, it's always locked. I assumed it was case files.
"Good sluts shouldn't see what's coming their way, so put this on to blindfold yourself" He hands me a tie from his desk, the one he had on earlier I think. I do as I'm told, tying it behind my head. The room is now dark. "I'm going to touch your hands." He grabs them and places them on the arms of the chair. "Do not move your hands, or you will be in lots of trouble, little slut."
"Yes sir," I say softly. I suppose he is done with polite formalities because he pulls open my top and pulls each of my breasts out of the bra I am wearing. They are sitting on top of the cups, the pressure pushing up on them making my nipples ache. That ache intensifies when something bites down on one of my nipples, I cry out and it happens to the other. I've never had my nipples played with, all my boyfriends just wanted to cum and move on. I'm not sure if I've ever even had an orgasm.
"Open your mouth." He says demandingly and I do so. A cold chain is placed in my mouth. "Bite down on it." I do so. "If you move your head, you'll pull on your nipple clamps. Try it for me." I pull my head back and immediately feel stinging on my nipples, I drop the chain as I cry out. He places the chain back in my mouth. "Don't drop that chain until I tell you you can," I mumble a yes sir around the chain, and he giggles. "Separate your legs, slut." I panic, he's about to fuck me. Is it my ovulation week? What if I get pregnant? I'm terrified of pregnancy before my career has a chance to begin, I can't lose this career it's all I've ever wanted. I need to be a lawyer. But I can't ask or I will get in more trouble. "You are still owed punishment for going through my papers, aren't you slut?" I whimper as he smacks my tit hard. That does however feel better than expected. I nod. What is he going to do to me?
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Fuck You, Daddy [M30s|F30s][extreme degradation][ddlg][brat]
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*Standalone Chapter from* [*my novel Little Degradations*](https://www.wattpad.com/myworks/329728192-little-degradations-explicit,-18)
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As she swirls her fingers around in the cum on my stomach, I experience the last waves of orgasm tingling through my feet. Reeva is a fucking miracle.
She kisses my chest, then feels through my hair with her free hand. My thoughts grow hazy, then stop. Minutes later, my slumber is cut off by a warm, wet towel, as she wipes my stomach clean.
"Daddy, look! I changed into my cleaning outfit."
My heavy eyelids beg to stay shut, but I manage to lift them.
She's wearing the leather corset I got her when she moved in. It's a vague version of a French maid's outfit. The skirted bottom covers little of her legs, but the top goes up to her neck, concealing any cleavage in an attempt at modesty. She steps far enough back for me to have an easy, complete view of her being a goddamn revelation.
"A good woman is always ready to serve in matters of cleanliness. She's ready with her duster, her vacuum, and her towel. She will clean up crumbs or wipe off cum – no task is too big for her if she puts her mind to it." She curtsies. "Oh – citation. That's from Creed Three on page 33 of the Little's Bible."
I sit up on the edge of the bed, but I wait to speak until her foot starts tapping and her sighs grow louder. My pulse is racing.
"You drive me fucking crazy," I say.
She takes two skips to me, then presses her forehead against mine. "Is that a good thing, Daddy?"
I put my hands around her waist and spin her to sit on my lap. She perches on my left leg as we begin kissing.
Our lips break off a minute in.
"Daddy?"
"Yes?"
"How do you make so much cum?"
I glare at her. "You're fishing." I slide a finger into her mouth. She sucks on it, then pulls it out.
"You're too smart–ugh. You're supposed to say that I inspire you, and I make you feverish with lust and hungry to impregnate."
"Oh?" My cock firms up. "And do you think that it's okay to say what I should say?"
"I don't care."
"Now you're fishing for me to spank you."
"Fuck you, Daddy!"
I press her off my lap and stand, showing no expression. I unzip her corset and toss it to the side. She's entirely naked, and I'm stunned in a sense of surrealness, unmoving for a good minute. She still fucking does it to me.
She stays behind me at my command as we walk downstairs. At the bottom, I nod at the green abstract painting in the living area.
She unlatches the side, and the frame opens on hinges like a door. There are two rows of 15 hooks across the backside of the painting. Each hook across the top has one collar. The second row – a foot below the first – has all the leashes, some of the longer ones looped a few times to fit.
Reeva points at the first collar, a vinyl, neon green one that is one of the least comfortable – and therefore gets plenty of use. But I shake my head.
The sixth option gets my nod. It's one of those dog collars with prongs pointing into the neck, ready to dig into flesh with any tug on the leash. And the leash I choose is more chain than leash with its giant, medieval links.
"Come here." She walks over, and her shoulders hunch with a shiver almost slight enough not to notice. She catches my stare and lets her shoulders fall down her back, even as the goosebumps grow big enough to see. She hands me the collar. The loop is large enough to go over her head without touching her face. Then there's a clip to connect links and tighten the prongs around the neck. I leave it unclipped.
"And the padlocks." She grabs two from a drawer in the credenza. "Let's go."
She lets the chain drag on the floor and stairs as we go to the basement, and part of me hopes it will leave marks.
In the basement, I nod at the pole that we installed last year. It's been used more for this than any kind of dancing. She fastens the chain around it by locking two links to each other in a loop, similar to the collar. She chucks the key at me, hitting my chest. It clatters to the ground, and I show no reaction as I pick it up.
She holds out the second padlock, and I take care of cinching up and locking her collar tight.
"How long, Daddy?"
I walk away in response. When I turn back, halfway up the stairs, she's standing, holding the chain with her face contorted in thought. It's probably heavy enough to make the collar dig into her neck if she doesn't hold it up. She'll end up on the ground soon enough.
She's indeed sitting against the pole when I bring her dinner an hour later. I set her plate of chicken almost out of her reach.
"Don't move the plate." She'll have to put up with the collar's bite in order to eat.
She ends up finding some relief by eating on all fours with the chain resting on her back, though she winces as she chews. I sit in the corner on the couch and watch TV, pretending to not give her a second fucking thought. When she finishes, she uses her napkin to wipe up the floor.
"Seems like you're done being a brat."
"Yes, Daddy."
I walk over to her and slide my thumb in her mouth. "Don't fucking speak. I don't want to hear your voice tonight."
She sighs and sits against the pole again.
Two hours later, she's in the same spot, going in and out of sleep. I have blankets and a pillow, and I change out her collar for the neon green one.
"Am I –"
I cut her off. "You are not speaking tonight."
Her stupid-gorgeous eyes dart around the room as if she's looking for something, then she seems to have an aha moment. She points at her belly, stands, and acts out pissing.
I go into the Little Room and grab a trash can, a small, copper one with a foot pedal to open it. I tie off the bag and pull it out, then set the empty can within reach.
"You can piss in there."
I sleep in the next morning, Saturday, waking up sprawled all over the otherwise empty bed. I find her downstairs snoring lightly, almost cradling the pole. She did end up pissing, so I empty it in the toilet upstairs and come back down.
I unlock the leash from the pole, then sit next to her and pull her head onto my lap. Her hair tickles on my exposed belly and lower thighs.
I unlock her collar and set it to the side, then I sit her up and begin massaging her back and neck.
"Did I do good, Daddy?" She whispers.
"You were very repentant. I'm proud of you. I'm awarding you one link for showing true remorse and accepting great punishment."
"Thank you, Daddy."
"You're welcome."
She looks for the trash can, then down at the ground. "I'm so embarrassed. I can't believe you cleaned up after me."
"I'm sure you'll make it up."
I continue rubbing her body down, the silence lasting for several minutes. She breaks it up.
"Daddy."
"Yes?"
"You're making me wet."
She guides my hand to her pussy and rubs it against her clit for a moment, then brings my middle finger inside her. I press in and out a few times, then pull it out and suck on it.
"You taste fucking amazing."
"Thank you."
I press the finger inside her mouth, then pull it out and kiss her.
She wobbles a bit when I guide her to standing, as if she's forgotten how it works. I walk her to the wall and begin massaging her again, telling her to be still.
I keep one hand massaging while taking my boxer briefs off with the other. My hands then move down her back until I'm massaging her ass. Her right hand goes to her pussy, and she rubs her clit. I eventually tilt her pelvis to lift her ass enough for me to surprise her by sliding my cock into her dripping pussy.
I waste no time sinking all the way in.
I rarely fuck her this hard, even though she claims it's one of her favorite things when I do. She was begging for it last night, so I did the opposite. Catching her off guard now feels fucking perfect.
"Jesus Christ, Daddy. Jesus fucking Christ. Holy fuck. Don't stop. I can take it harder. Lift me off the ground. Fuck me into this wall. My God – fuck, fuck, fuck Daddy!"
She continues her string of profanity between bouts of moans and screams.
"Make me fucking pregnant, Daddy. Please, please, please. I'll do anything. Fill me up."
I slow down, but my thrusts stay deep and sharp. I pound into her, let her go still, then pound again.
"Stop" – jolt – "telling," – jolt – "Daddy," – jolt – "what," – jolt, jolt – "to do!"
"I'm sorry!" she screams as I begin fucking her harder. "So fucking sorry!" My legs shake, and I can feel the sweat building on my back as I continue throwing her into the wall every time my cock pushes in. She begins slamming her fist, and I worry she'll either break her hand or punch a hole in the wall.
There are three final bangs – my hips on her ass, her body against the wall, her fist on the wall – then her pussy tightens around my cock while her whole body shivers in my arms.
She goes slack, and I grip tighter. My cock twitches until a warm orgasm floods my body as well.
When I pull out, she turns around and kisses me, almost knocking me to the floor. Soon she's alternating from kneeling, sucking my cock clean, and standing, kissing me in a way that makes my lips tingle with their own version of an orgasm.
This lasts for a good five minutes, then we force ourselves onto the couch and fall asleep, too exhausted to care about how hot and filthy we are.
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[M/s] Lesbian mothers are the best mothers – Part 4
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[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/incest/comments/ozs5n7/ms_lesbian_mothers_are_the_best_mothers_part_1/) – [Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/incest/comments/p1n90f/ms_lesbian_mothers_are_the_best_mothers_part_2/) – [Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/incest/comments/qg6tep/ms_lesbian_mothers_are_the_best_mothers_part_3/)
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Some weeks with a lot of awesome sex went by. We had anal on the couch, anal on the kitchen, blowjobs in the living room, and a lot more. But at one day in summer, I met a girl. And I thought everything would change from now on. At least I thought.
There was this girl, Kira, which I met the first time some years ago in the school, but I never really noticed her until this very day. But at this day, I was really stoked: She had make-up on, but not too much, nice blond hair, and a “not from this world” body shape. Her ass was equally to the one of Margot Robbie – cute, but awesome –, and her boobs were also very big. But not too big. It was just my type. Perfectly matching my taste. I don’t know how I could not notice her the whole time.
At this day, Kira and I both wanted to get something from the Kiosk next to the school, I asked her out, and mentioned, that she is pretty beautiful. The blushed, and said “Thanks.” – I asked her for a date, and she was keen to do so.
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So, we met for some time, and it came out that Kira is a dirty gal. We spoke about everything she ever did, and what she wanted to try, sexually, and non-sexually. But beside BDSM, and things like anal there wasn’t anything too big of an “issue”. The best part of meeting her, was the question, whether it is good or bad to have two mothers, and no dad at all. I just responded “It’s kinda fine, sometimes I miss a dad, but most of the time, I am also fine with both of my mothers”, while going through the experiences I shared with them.
I think it was the 5th date, where Kira started sleeping over at my place, as we went to the bed, I felt a little weird, since I was blown by my one mom, and fucked the other one on this bed not too long ago. But this shouldn’t hinder me at also fucking other girls in my bed.
She went to the bathroom to change into clothes for bed, and came back after some minutes. I couldn’t believe my eyes, the only thing she was wearing was a string with straps on it. I was out of words. “I.. I.. I don’t know what do say” – it was such an honorable view. I mean, I always wanted to see this body in it’s natural shape, and not only in clothes, but HOLY! This was better than I ever hoped for.
So, she told me the story of her way to the bathroom: She walked onto the bathroom, where she saw my mothers fiddle around with each other, without prior closing of the door. She giggled a little. Of course my mothers heard the giggle, and had a look at Kira. With a reserved look, she waved and said “Hey, I am Kira – I am a friend of your boy”. They both – completely naked, of course – waved back, and responded “Hey Kira, nice to meet you, we didn’t know, that he was dating someone.”, at the same time, they stopped touching each other and went out of the bathroom. Mimi touched Kira’s shoulder and while walking further out, moved the hand a little downwards onto her butt. Kira flinched. While closing the door, Mimi whispered to Kira “If you might need help with anything, no matter what, just tell us!” and closed the door and left the bathroom with a twinkle. On the rack in the bathroom, there were the stuff that Mimi and Jenny always use for fiddling. A butt plug - perfectly clean, blinking into Kira’s face -, a vibrator - pretty huge, as Kira told me - and a strap-on. There was another knock on the door, but Kira was already almost naked. She put her shirt in front of her breasts and opened the door. “Would you mind handing me the strap-on?” – “Oh, come on”, I interrupted the story of Kira. “They could not wait until you would be in the bed, couldn’t they?”. Kira giggled again. She found it funny. And it was that point, where I knew, that this would be a different kind of relationship with Kira.
While she told me the story, the slowly walked onto myself – me, sitting on the bed, only with a boxers on, but already stone-hard because of the view of Kira – and sat down on my lap. She whispered in my ear “You know what? I adore them, they are different, but positively different. And now, I want to have the same as they have right now!”.
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To be continued...
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Is there such a thing as a perfect sexual match? (part 2)
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Eventually from throwing me over the side of the bed, 69, up against the window, fucking forwards, backwards, and sideways on the hotel couch it’s become some sort of love making. Which gives me ANXIETY, if I’m being completely honest with my emotionally unavailable, bitchy-ass self and reddit. Finally, we are both laying on our sides facing one another, legs and arms intertwined, still fucking of course. This entire period of intercourse he’s just staring at me in the eyes like I’m the damn mother of his children and I can’t take it anymore. I’ve never experienced sexual chemistry like this with another person this quickly. With every thrust I feel myself just falling harder for this man and the eye contact is making it so much harder to turn off any developing feelings. So I just turn away and stare at the ceiling instead, and he grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls my face back center and kisses me before going back to looking me in the eyes and I just cum, hard. I’m definitely a brat, and it turns me on when someone knows how to not only counter my bullshit, but also put me in my place.
I turn him onto his back and start riding him again and he tells me he’s going to cum, so I keep my rhythm and put his fingers in my mouth, sucking on them. He finishes and, while still in me says he can’t wait for the next time and because I’M A FUCKING BRAT, I’m like, “there won’t be a next time.” Like, why? He’s been nothing but respectful of me and showed me a really good time. It’s probably because I’m afraid of being vulnerable around people and developing feelings, so I get guarded when things feel too real. I haven’t had a boyfriend since I was 20 and have just fucked around priding myself on not getting feels. Now I get dicked down real good ONCE and I’m turning into a simp. He texted me once I left and joked about me friend-zoning him during sex, but that he thinks I’m amazing and is desperate to see me again. I was smiling like an idiot at these texts before debating just blocking his number. I told him as fun as it was, I wasn’t looking for a fuck buddy and he replied that neither was he.
I go to work the next day in a good mood?? I’m well-known around the office for having a bit of a take-no-shit, hard-working, don’t-fuck-with-me persona and people kept pointing out how I looked happy, glowing, and even approachable hahah. I told my work wife about this and it attracted a group of co-workers, whom I consider the personification of “ladies who brunch”, who were all trying to tell me this guy is ***the one*** (I do not subscribed to such ideas). Now, I’m not looking for a relationship, but as mentioned above I had to stop looking at him during the marathon because I could feel myself being sex-clouded and fully falling for this random man. I honestly can’t stop thinking about him and have touched myself to him and what we did for days now. After all this I’m seriously debating whether or not these are real feelings or if I’m just a victim of finally having good sex for the first time. What if this level of raw sexual chemistry/compatibility is hard to come by? After three hours, I easily could have gone for another 60 minutes.
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My Landlord Wife 2
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So off to bed with Terry and his Wife. I was wearing jeans but I was told to get comfortable, so I removed them. Terry slept on one side, Patty was in the middle. Something was on, a appliance, radio or something. Small amount of light was in the room. Patty waisted no time pushing her ass up against me. She had on panties but that's it. Terry kept trying to kiss Patty and get some attention, but her ass was telling me a different story. I pulled my cock out the side of my undies. She felt it in the crack of her ass and grabbed it like she wanted to crush it. But was very gentle with my balls. She stuck it right in her wet spot on her panties. I was so close to orgasm there, I had to stop moving. I reached around and started playing with her soft tits and kissing her neck. About that time we all hear the front door open and Terry yells someone's name. And told his daughter he loved her and to go to bed. Now I'm freaked out, WTF is going on now. I hear rumbling through the dishes in the kitchen, microwave on and off. But Patty's ass is at it again. Breasts on a 40 year old are different than the women I was fucking. Soft, moveable, big erect nipples that she showed me how hard to pinch. She liked them pinched hard. Terry said I could do whatever Patty likes, just no penetration. Fuck that I was already in that tunnel of wetness. I couldn't get any deeper unless I could get part of my torso in. I wanted her to feel my length and my girth. I've never been that hard before. She made small short movements to keep it all in. Plus their daughter is home. We fucked like this for about 15 to 20 min. I couldn't take anymore, I started to pull out cause a load was going somewhere. She grabbed my ass and showed me, it was going in her vagina. I pumped and jerked like I was having convulsions, trying to keep from screaming. I got up to take a piss, I come back and Terry is licking her, eating my cum. Well that was strange to me back then, so I headed for the sofa.
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[M/S] I am very attracted to my sons. Update 347. A wanton mom is much better than an alarm clock.
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Patrick moaned and ran his fingers through my hair as I took his cock in my mouth. He was nude and I was only wearing a cherry red bra and panties set. I sucked it like a hussy, and he was a very horny boy. Sucking and licking, I groaned with a mouthful of hard hammy and soon he was ready to burst. His hot cum filled my mouth and I swallowed his virile seed.
"Don't stay in bed long, Baby. I love you." I said cheerfully before traipsing out of his bedroom.
Within seconds of entering Michael's bedroom, I began to love him with my mouth and felt his member touch the back of my throat. My younger son panted and wiggled as I gave him the intense pleasure and love that only his mother could. When he came, his powerful load packed my mouth to the brim before I swallowed every drop.
"It's time to get up. I love you" I cooed before going back to my bedroom to get ready.
It's too bad more boys can't enjoy the ardent satisfaction of a motherly sucking.
**My sons are 27 and 22. I assure you, I do not want to see your penis.**
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[m/s] wife blows me after seeing our sons dick
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Long time huh?
Thought of dropping by again since it's the only place to confess some things even if not directly incest I guess!
So my son came back late last night and was obviously drunk. He puked once for sure and his mom took some care of him administrating him to be careful.
Anyway he assured her he's fine and went to his room after some time. She was still worried after a while and went to check him out. She returned with an expression of amasement and she just said yes he seems alright.
After I asked her some more she reluctantly confessed she found him asleep his dick out of his pants seminude and semi erect it seems with some porn playing on the laptop.
She was a litle anoyed from my further questioning knowing well she has a pervert for a husband so I stopped it there assuming she doesn't want me to get the convo to a dirty direction about our son, either to not creep her our or.... To not admit she is turned on? Or both.
I bet for the second for sure. Our sex life is not what it was lately. After I fell asleep I was awakened by her blow job, it was great to feel her moth worshiping my cock (but wonder if it was substitute for her guilty fantasy? Even so I won't complain!). We ended fucking full of passion like we used to!
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Tuesdays with Marcus - Part 1 [MF] [20s] [interracial]
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"Yo, Marcus!" I yelled down the corridor from my building's front entrance as my upstairs neighbour was waiting for the elevator. He waited till I got a little closer to reply.
"Hey, Daniel! What's cooking?"
"Not much." I made my way to his right and joined him in wait for our ride.
"How's Shelley?" he asked. "If you all are gonna be goin' at it again tonight, lemme know. I'll wear earplugs," he said with a chuckle.
I nervously laughed as well, not knowing anyone could hear us from the comfort of our own apartment.
"Jeez," I tried to play it off with swagger, "I didn't take you to be such a prude, pal."
The elevator doors opened and we both hopped on. I pressed 11; Marcus, 12.
"Nah, bro," he started, "I'm just yanking your chain. I guess I gotta be gentle though; it sounds like you had your chain yanked a lot last night."
"Ugh, yeah. She's wild, man."
"I could imagine. It was basically you making all the noise."
For some reason, that last comment ignited a little jealous spark inside me. There were plenty of times I had overheard Marcus giving a girl his special treatment. Often they were left gasping like it was all they could muster in response to what must've been a healthy dose of pleasure. Our bedrooms were directly in line with each other's.
Shelley was a different kind of girl though. She was quiet in bed, which is what I told Marcus in rebuttal. That's just who she is. Despite this, she jovially attested to my sexual prowess time and time again. The quieter she was, the harder she came.
I always felt like a tall guy at 5'11", but whenever I had to talk to Marcus, he knocked my ego down a few pegs, no pun intended. I had to look up to make eye contact. For anyone who doesn't have the benefit of my height to know, that doesn't happen often. I asked him once how tall he was and he said he was 6'5". I never forgot that response. For some reason, it engrained itself in my brain. I'd be lying if I said it didn't bring on some stupid bout of jealousy every time I talked to him. Simply standing in front of him seriously reinforced the difference. Don't ask me why; guys are dumb. It's like how we get jealous over dick size even though everyone knows it doesn't matter. If lesbians can cum with *no* dick, then size definitely isn't a factor for female pleasure! Knowing this is what always steadied my emotions when I thought about how my dick is slightly—just slightly—below the average.
I won't lie, the height difference between us wasn't the only thing that got me a little insecure from time to time. I know this will sound a little fucked, but bear with me...
I'm white, Marcus is black. I know that shouldn't matter. I'm not racist at all! In fact, I've never bonded with anyone as well as I have with him. I'm all for equal rights and I love how nowadays people are coming together to push for more inclusivity. There's just maybe one tiny downside to it; with more praise shown to black people, they are being viewed in a progressively more attractive light. As if black individuals are better sexual partners, hotter, and more masculine. I may be white, but I'm still pretty masculine myself.
I know Shelley loves me, and so did my last girlfriend, which is why it didn't make sense for me to feel this way. That—as irrational as it may be—is what I focused on every time I needed to calm myself down from having doubts about my relationship or myself as a mate.
Just as the elevator stopped at my floor, Marcus reconfirmed something that we talked about a couple days ago.
"So you two will come up to get that table on Tuesday, right?"
"Yup! As long as it's still good for you. We said 2:00, yeah?"
The elevator opened and I stepped out, still looking back awaiting his reply.
"Uh-huh, that works for me. And hey, just feel free to come in, bro. You know me—I love company. We can even have a beer or something."
"Sounds good! See you, Marcus."
"Later."
As I entered my unit, I found my beautiful girlfriend sprawled out on the living room couch. She wasn't just laying down—she was fucking masturbating!
Her hand was working underneath the hem of her pink, lacy panties.
"Fuck yes, babe," I exclaimed as soon as I put my bags down.
"Oh God," she said in a breathless huff. "I didn't think you'd be back so soon."
"And? I'm your boyfriend, remember? Here's some wild information for you: guys actually don't mind walking in on their girlfriends near-naked, going at it like a horny rabbit."
"Stop," she said, obviously embarrassed. Though not embarrassed enough to stop rubbing her pussy.
I watched in wonderment as she began to moan a little louder. She refocused herself as if I wasn't even there.
I knew those noises. She was always more vocal when she played with herself. That's just the way she is. Specifically, I knew she was getting close.
Still standing by the door, I kicked off my shoes and took off my hoodie. I quickly shuffled over to her and knelt down by her legs. My tongue was ready to pounce; it had decided to join in.
"No!" she exclaimed, actually removing her fingers from her slit to conceal her cunt. "I'm so close. I wanna do it myself."
I won't lie—I was frustrated as hell. But I played the good boyfriend and gave a nod and a smile and backed away. I sat on the floor and leaned back, holding myself up with my elbows locked. The show was almost as good as being in the shot anyways. *Almost.*
I watched on as she made herself cum in less than a minute.
Her eyes were closed as she relished in the come-down. I looked on in awe of her beauty. Once she finally opened her eyes, she laughed seeing that I still had my gaze fixed upon her. I joined in the chuckle.
"What got you so worked up? It's been a while since I found you like that."
"I don't know," she admitted, still breathless. "I must be ovulating or something."
That night, we had the hottest sex I can recall having. She was quiet as usual, but I was convinced by the way her pussy was squeezing against my cock that she was in as much heaven as I was. It had been a long time since I came that hard. I filled the condom right up.
We cuddled each other snuggly and fell asleep in each other's arms.
The next morning was Monday. A start to another brutal week. I was off to work and Shelley was off to school. I was a couple years older than her, and I had already graduated. Working as an intern at a law firm was about as unfulfilling as it sounds, but it was a sacrificial stepping stone I needed to use in order to steer my career in the right direction. Shelley was in her final year.
Our Mondays were each busy as hell. It was our Tuesdays that were a lot lighter; part of the reason why I settled on that day with Marcus to come pick up this coffee table he was getting rid of from his apartment.
Shelley and I were taking our redecorating seriously, finally realizing the importance of making our house a home. I think we had both previously viewed our abode as some temporary stop along the way, but with career opportunities in the local area, we each came to the conclusion that where we were offered the most convenient setup to where we needed to be at the most economical price. Time to get the fold-up chairs and paper plates out and bring in the permanent living solutions!
Don't get me wrong—we still needed to budget. This was part of the reason why we weren't splurging at the local luxury furniture store and instead opted for the third-party market. We lucked out that one of the key pieces we needed could be found right in the apartment above us. Small talk had finally proven to be useful. Had I never befriended Marcus, I never would've mentioned our need for a table, and he never would've offered up his. Everything really does happen for a reason.
Tuesday rolled around and I was able to take the afternoon off. Shelley only has classes in the morning on Tuesdays. So this was the perfect day to complete some of our errands.
We met back home at 1:30, had lunch, and then walked up the stairs to Marcus' unit when the clock hit 2:00.
I followed his instructions and opened his front door to let ourselves in. What greeted us was Marcus and some women, stark naked, fucking on top of the coffee table we were here to pick up. She was fully on the solid surface, hands and knees pressed into the wood, while Marcus' wood was plowing her from behind as he stood alongside her in his dimly lit living room. His blinds were closed, keeping the daylight out. You could hardly make out Marcus' dark figure standing there.
"Oh my God, Marcus! What the fuck, dude!"
"Oh jeez, sorry bud. But what the hell are you doing here?" he shouted. I couldn't believe it, he was still fucking this girl doggy style as he talked to us. He wasn't even letting up. If anything, he was pounding her harder. He had been covering her mouth with his huge palm the whole time, her screams muffled by his black skin.
"What do you mean 'what are we doing here?'" I yelled back. "We're here to pick up that table"— I pointed at it, though it could've easily been mistaken for me pointing at the coupling display before us—"which *you* told us to come get."
"Bro...it's...Tuesday." He punctuated each word with a subtle grunt as he thrusted his visibly large, black cock into this slut. A slut who, by the way, wouldn't stop moaning now that her lungs had an avenue to let out their wails. For a split second, I got distracted from our conversation listening to her expressions of pure ecstasy. Despite the fact that Shelley was quiet in bed and the fact that I loved her, I couldn't help but wish in this moment that she could sometimes be a little more enthusiastic, kind of like this girl. It was really hot.
*Focus*, I told myself.
"Yes exactly, Marcus. It's Tuesday. You told us to come on Tuesday."
"Bro—ooh, that's right, baby, arch that back for daddy—I said Thursday! Get...the fuck...out!"
I quickly obliged his request, leaving Shelley and I in the hallway behind the closed door.
The moans were barely drowned out by the slab of hinged wood.
I looked over at Shelley. She looked stunned. Her cheeks were rosy and quickly reddened deeper. I felt so bad; she was one to be easily embarrassed and this had to rank high on the list.
"I'm so sorry, sweetie. I must've misheard him. I could've sworn he said Tuesday. I was telling him how it was the best day for us."
Her chest was practically heaving.
"Let's go back downstairs," I continued. "You look like you could lay down."
We walked down a flight of stairs and re-entered our unit. The next few minutes were filled with this awkward silence as we were forced to listen to what could only be a series of intense orgasms for that girl upstairs. She was louder than I'd ever heard one of Marcus' girls. That's the thing that hit home.
I'd be lying if I hadn't let myself wonder what Shelley would sound like moaning that loudly, if I hadn't let myself wish that she got that loud now and again. But I know that's just not who she is.
Shelley had gone and sat on the couch, looking aimlessly forward. I remained behind our kitchen island in case she happened to look over at me—I needed to hide my boner. No, the bulge wasn't huge, but she'd been with me long enough to know what me turned on looked like in a pair of jeans. Plus, she had license to stare and examine. Others might not notice simply for the fact that it isn't noticeable on quick glance.
The moans were somehow getting louder. I felt I pulse in my dick. All that could be made out were the moans, save for the unmistakable—though muffled—drawn-out groaning of Marcus' name.
I almost couldn't believe how hard this chick was cumming. Maybe it was an act? But for who, us?
The worst part about it is that she looked so similar to my Shelley. From the seconds-long, first-person glimpse into Marcus' sex life, I could tell how this girl mirrored Shelley. They both had long brunette hair, a petite frame, and supple pale skin. The only two differences were that Shelley was maybe a couple inches shorter at 5'3" and she wore glasses. I guess this girl might wear glasses too and took them off for sex. There just wasn't enough time to make all these observations.
Finally, the sex had stopped. We heard them laughing a little. After about 10 minutes, I heard more footsteps and then the door closed. She must've left, because I didn't hear any more voices after that.
I let my hard-on subside before walking down the hall to my home office. I was gonna try and distract myself with work. Before she disappeared from my view, I saw that Shelley still wasn't moving. She was on the couch, staring into oblivion. I knew it would be best to just let her shake this whole thing off on her own and never talk about it again.
From my office, I heard what I thought was a light tap on the door. I guess Shelley had quietly walked over and opened it. I barely heard any voices, which made me suspicious.
I walked out and realized why—she had gone out to talk to whoever it was in the hallway, leaving the door open just a crack. I was curious as hell, so I gently tip-toed over until I could make out the words being said. It was another woman.
"Like I said, I'm really sorry. I've never been so embarrassed in my life."
"Oh, don't even worry about it," Shelley advised.
"No, no. I feel so stupid," this other woman said with a chuckle. "The most humiliating part now that I think back is that I didn't stop him when you guys walked in on us."
"I'm so sorry we did."
"It was an honest mistake it seems. You have nothing to be sorry about. I do. I really should have told him to stop. You know how it is though, sometimes that's easier said than done."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, he was, you know, getting me there. Like, really close."
"You were gonna cum from his dick?"
"What? You mean at that very moment? Yeah."
"No," immediately followed from Shelley. "I mean at all."
"What do you mean?" she snickered. "Of course I was!"
"Oh. Wow. I've just never experienced that."
It was true. I knew a lot of girls had trouble reaching climax from penetration, Shelley was one of them. I felt kinda bad until I realized it had nothing to do with me.
"Are you and your...boyfriend?...exclusive?"
"Yes, why."
"Too bad. You should have a go at Marcus. You'll cum from that dick," she said, laughing.
I couldn't believe how brazen some people were. It was irritating as hell. Especially since what she was saying was not only presumptuous, but also irrelevant to Shelley.
"I don't think that would matter."
I was so proud of her. It made me smile.
"I've never came from penis-in-vagina," Shelly continued.
"How many guys have you been with?"
"Just two. Daniel and one boyfriend I had in first year."
"Just something to think about."
Again, I couldn't believe this bitch.
I walked back to my office before Shelley could realize that I had emerged to eavesdrop on their conversation.
The events that transpired threw a wrench in our plans. So much for a productive afternoon. Neither one of us even mentioned going out for the rest of the day. Furniture was the last thing on either of our minds. We barely said two words to each other all night. The TV was our only buffer. I don't even think she looked me in the eyes once. Her cheeks looked flushed for the entirety of that evening.
Wednesday was my day to work from home. We often rotated our schedules between us interns.
I was up making coffee before starting my day, when I heard Shelley rustle around in our bedroom. I was expecting her to remain sleeping for at least another hour since her classes only begin mid-morning on Wednesdays. However, after just a few more minutes, she emerged from down the hall and made an announcement.
"I'm gonna head out to the gym, baby." She walked over in her tight leggings and leaned forward to kiss me goodbye. Her boobs were squeezed by her less-than-spacious tank top in this position, giving me a kick-ass view just before her lips met mine. I closed my eyes and sunk into the kiss. I love her so much.
"Will you come back before your classes?" I asked once she eventually forced us to pry our lips from each other.
"No, I'm gonna shower at the gym and head straight from there."
"You want any coffee before you—"
"No, I'm fine."
"Alright. Bye, baby."
"Bye."
Until the moment she closed the door to leave, I watched the most erotic view known to man. How could I not check out that spectacular ass? Best part, it belonged to me. To spank, to bite, to watch walk out the door. God, I got hard just in those few seconds.
As you know, my dick certainly isn't big enough to bulge through my pants, but I did feel it straining against the fabric of my undies, nonetheless.
After a few minutes of sitting and watching TV and drinking my coffee before work, I mindlessly began rubbing my dick through my jeans. I was just too fucking horny from watching my girlfriend and her workout gear giving me a private show. I was getting hornier by the second.
All of a sudden, I heard footsteps above me. I think Marcus was welcoming a guest. Fuck. Could it be the same girl as yesterday?! That would just be too damn good to be true.
I listened. The excitement of being a voyeur—an auditory voyeur, if one can be—was something I'd never felt before yesterday. It was flooding back into my system as I heard the footsteps disappear to the back of the apartment. Horny couldn't begin to describe how I felt. My dick was rock solid.
Trance-like, I stood up and followed the sound. I found myself in our bedroom, listening once again to laughter from upstairs. I couldn't believe my good fortune. Marcus was gonna fuck this chick again while Shelley was out! I was free to jack off to the hottest thing I could imagine without shame or interruption. This was perfect! Work could wait a little while...
Knowing how thick Marcus' dick is and how built of a body he has made this exponentially hotter. Don't misunderstand me: I'm not gay. Not even bi. I'm just saying that he was objectively a really hot guy which probably made it 10x hotter for this chick.
They clearly weren't wasting any time as I started to hear moans from the girl. Again, it just baffled me how different women can be. Shelley was never that vocal, especially during foreplay.
After a few minutes of progressively loudening moans, I heard the girl say something which I believed to make out as, "I've never felt this before."
It was wild to believe that Marcus was topping himself from just a few days ago after the noises he made come out of her then. Unless it was a different girl. Which in some ways would be more impressive. It would show how easily transferable his prowess is from one woman to another. It was wild either way.
All of a sudden, this woman shrieked loud enough to be heard presumably even by the residents below me.
"I'm gonna cum on your whole cock! Oh YES!"
I just wish I could feel what that woman was feeling right now. She had to have just reached nirvana. There's not even a possibility that there could be something on this planet that would give her more pleasure than what she was experiencing right now.
She was crying "yes" over and over again, each one variably drawn out over a couple seconds to maybe fifteen.
And then she said it, "I...love...this...black...cock!"
I don't know what it is about these girls. If it wasn't the same one as the other day, there's no doubt this one was white too. The stories he's told me and the sessions I've overheard to corroborate them were definitive. I don't know why they loved it so much, but they loved black guys and their "black cocks."
Why not just their "cocks?" No. Almost always their "black cocks."
Whoever she was, I'd bet money that the only way she wouldn't be back for more of that was if she got hit by a lightning bolt the next time she stepped outside.
***To be continued.***
**[PART 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/12b4lu4/tuesdays_with_marcus_part_2_mf_20s_interracial/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=android_app&utm_name=androidcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_button)**
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I'm a little birthday slut
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I turned 41 this past week and we celebrated with a week long fuck fest. A perfect week of fucking, sucking, and masturbating was brought to climax when my man dubbed me his 'little birthday slut'.
We started off the week by getting nice and sloppy. And props to waterproof pet blankets for being so damn warm and cozy while I'm cosplaying as Buckingham fountain, all over his cock. But the time day 1 was over, we both needed a second shower.
Day 2 was just as sloppy. With my head hanging off the bed, he fucked my throat while we used my toys to fill my cunt. His facial hair really tickles when he licks my pussy clean, in that position. I think he enjoys feeling me giggle around his throbbing cock.
By day 3, my pussy was overly sensitive and came so many times I lost count. And, of course, he forced me to eat my cum off his cock after every one of them.
Day 4 was all about masturbating. Our bits were in need of some TLC, so it was all soft touches, kisses, and mutual masturbation. We basically gooned out all day, watching porn together, talking about our fantasies, and making out. By the time we came, hours later, it was so intense, I cried.
Days 5 and 6 were dirty quick fucks. One had me bent over the ottoman in the living room while he fucked me from his wing back chair. And the other had me on all 4s in the bed with his thumb up my ass.
And finally on day 7 he called me his little birthday slut. Making me cum over and over while I chanted 'I'm your little birthday slut' with every orgasm. Aftercare included a nice shower where he washed my hair and cleaned every inch of my body. Followed by a nice massage where he worked all the muscles that were beat up from our FF. Then he made me a delicious dinner followed by homemade cake and ice cream.
Life is great as Daddy's lil Birthday slut
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The Dancer, Part Ten [F19/F18] [Dub-con] [Exhibitionism] [Reluctant Lesbianism]
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**PART TEN**
Just like that, I was back downstairs.
Hand in hand with Heather, though there wasn’t any reason for her to keep a grip on me. I had already made my choice. I was mostly bothered by the seemingly friendly and casual way her fingers laced between mine, when she and I were anything but friends. And, while I’d never admit it out loud, I was also really annoyed that she took so much money. Money that I had *earned,* at the cost of degrading myself.
While most of the return journey was a willing one, my pace subconsciously slowed as we neared the living room. Was I really about to go back out there? Strut my stuff on the stage and give countless more lap dances to strangers and old classmates? Apparently so, because Heather gave a hard yank on my arm to ‘encourage’ me to turn the corner with her.
We were met with a strange combination of positive and negative reactions to my arrival. Half the room clearly didn’t appreciate the fact that I ran away and spoiled the show, but the other half was glad it was going to continue. The dark haired girl I was attached to, however, had a plan to win the others over. Walking me over to the DJ, Heather grabbed the microphone Autumn was using before, then changed course to bring us both onto the wide coffee table that served as the makeshift stage.
“Hey, be nice!” Heather exclaimed. She stood on the elevated surface with me, speaking into the mic as we remained positioned side by side, hand in hand. “Bella just got a little stage fright. This is only her sixth time stripping, by the way, and her first time doing a private party! You want her to keep going, right?”
This earned more cheers than before, while I did everything in my power to keep my jaw from dropping. Something about putting a number on it made my fake identity for the night feel a lot more real. Suddenly, I had a ‘backstory,’ and who wouldn’t believe her? I was a dance major, after all. And everything I had done so far only breathed life into the lie, as did the image of me standing in my lingerie with a bunch of dollar bills stuffed inside. I nervously scanned the sea of faces, spotting Autumn in her green bra in the same armchair I had given her a lap dance in. She seemed more than content to let Heather run the show in her stead.
Going on, Heather said, “Funny story. Bella had a bit of a crush on me in high school. Unfortunately for her, I’m super straight, but who can blame her? Be honest, people. Who else had a bit of a crush on me when I wore those short shorts and danced my heart out?”
Once again, there were a good amount of cheers coming from the crowd. It was true. Not the part about the crush; our dance team uniforms didn’t exactly leave much to the imagination, and Heather was objectively hot. Besides, it was a confident girl polling a big audience. Even people in the room who didn’t know her were probably part of the response just from the mental image of an attractive girl wearing skimpy shorts and flaunting her body.
As for me, I was mortified. Not just from once again being the center of attention while half naked, but also from the implication that I was into girls. There’s nothing wrong with any given sexuality, but that didn’t mean that I wanted to be seen as gay or bi when I was only into guys! I opened my mouth to say something, anything, but Heather was already running with it.
“Anyway, it’s New Year’s, and Bella definitely needs a midnight kiss! So, any girls interested? Let me know, and we’ll let our sexy stripper pick one of you at random. Sorry, boys. You’ll just have to enjoy the show. Okay, Bells. On with the show!”
Just like that, Heather let go of my hand and hopped off the stage. Taking that as a cue, the DJ turned the music back up, and both Heather and Autumn gestured for me to get to it.
The dancer within me was at least able to begin slowly moving my hips to the beat, but the external me was stiff and unable to commit to much more than that. I was going to have to kiss a girl?! It had been awkward enough straddling a few members of my own sex to give them the lap dance they paid for, but that hadn’t meant anything. It was all for show, and I was honestly guessing that most of the girls outside of Autumn had done it more for the attention, and/or to tease and treat the nearby guys. Not that a kiss would mean anything either, of course, but that was something so personal. It would be a notable first of mine, witnessed by Autumn, Heather, and a sea of other witnesses. And it would be caught on camera and video, too.
But there was the other potential fate–having all my instructors see me using my talents for something so unprofessional and improper. The thought of that alone got me moving in the meantime, and I began to work my body to the beat. This, at least, felt familiar and more comfortable than the alternative. I’d much rather be dancing by myself than giving a dance to literally anyone in the current crowd. Dancing in a thong, however, wasn’t quite the same as dancing in short shorts. I was keenly aware of how basically the entirety of my ass was on display to the whole room, which made it a lot more difficult to get lost in the music.
I tried to meet eyes with Autumn, and even considered going over to give her another lap dance if it meant we could share a private word, but I never got the chance. One of the boys in the front row stood up and walked over to slip a dollar bill into my thong, which reminded everyone else that they could do the same.
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[S/s] My younger sister discovered how kinky and submissive I am and has started playing with and teasing me, and it's driving my crazy. In a good way.
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Everybody mentioned in this story is above 18.
My sister is 19, I am 22.
I've been a pervert for, like, most of my life. I've always loved the feeling of being restrained, of being submissive and obedient. Most of the guys I've been with who I've shared this kink with have either been turned off by it or into it, but disrespectful of my limits and too toxic to admit their mistakes. I'm bi, but I've always been too shy to talk to women about this.
So I've mostly done selfbondage. Simple knots I can get myself out of but are still restricting. I'll usually tie my hands to my ankles, put a vibrator in, maybe a buttplug, put earbuds in with submissive hypnosis audiofiles playing. I'll set some sort of timer, I have something sharp nearby in case I can't get out. I'll do this all nude. I only do it when I'm sure people won't be in the house for at least two hours. I still live with my parents and sister.
So one day a couple months ago, I was doing just that. Tied up, being beautifully tortured by orgasms, listening to women with beautiful voices lull me into subspace. I close my eyes when I'm in pleasure, so I'm laying there with my eyes closed for a bit, I don't know for how long. And then I open them. And standing in my doorway is my sister. Watching me with a kinda surprised look on her face, but also a smile.
About my sister: I'd consider her the golden child out of the both of us. It's not a situation where, like, my parents prefer her over me or anything, my parents show the both of us the same amount of undying love. But in terms of social life, in terms of looks and confidence, my sister definitely got the most of it.
She's beautiful, red hair, fit body, big chest and butt. She's loud, she's funny, she's witty and confident. I was never jealous or envious of her, I love her, I love who she is and I respect it, and she's always showed me the same respect back. Even though I'd say she's better than me, she's always had this respect and awe of me for some reason, probably just because I'm her big sister.
I do feel inferior to her though. But like, in a hot way. I've fantasized about her for a while now, and I've always felt guilty for it. I've fantasized about her humiliating me, taking my boyfriends, showing me how I'm an inferior woman to her. That's not her at all, she'd never do that, but that doesn't stop my perverted mind, y'know? And it helps that she's the younger one, yet is much more extroverted than me. And she's like half a foot taller than me. I like feeling small, I don't know.
But so here we were. Her standing there watching me, me naked and bound on the floor. When I see her she doesn't move, she just keeps watching. I don't say anything. I manage to get my ear buds out by squirming, look at her and say, "Hi. This is awkward. I'm sorry."
She nods and asks, "Do you need help?"
I consider the vibrator I have in my pussy, and the buttplug, and how wet I am, and how I'm already trembling from how horny this embarrassment is making me. So I say, "No, I'm good. Could you leave and close the door and wait downstairs for me?"
She nods and says sure and leaves. And then I orgasm for the hundredth time (exaggeration) and she most definitely hears my pathetic moans through the door, which just furthers the pleasure.
I get myself untied in like 5 minutes, spend 10 minutes in the shower, then meet her in the living room.
She asks, "So... what was that?"
Embarrassed, I basically explain to her what I explained to you guys. Maybe go a bit TMI with it, mentioning my strong feelings of submission and desperation to feel owned. And she listens and nods along to my crazy ramblings. And I apologize for being so weird.
She laughs. "Don't apologize. It's interesting. It's weird, yeah, but so is, like, everything. I think it's awesome you know what you like and aren't embarrassed about it."
"Well, no, I'm very embarrassed."
"I mean, you aren't embarrassed to explore it. Like, you've never been embarrassed to explore your stuff. You date women openly, you're always passionate about your interests and stuff. Like, you don't really hide yourself away from yourself, y'know? I know a lot of people who're terrified of coming out, or of people like just knowing they like Nintendo or something dumb. But you're not. And that's cool."
I accepted the compliment. It felt good being complimented by her.
She asked more questions, about why I like being restrained, why I like not having control, stuff like that, and I was happy to answer. Then she asked about me liking to be embarrassed, humiliated. And I tried my best not to say explicitly that I was very turned on by how womanly and sexy she was while I wasn't, how I get turned on by those differences. But I said how I loved feeling inferior to curvier, more mature women. and she listened.
Eventually the conversation moved on. She had been in Florida that week, came back a day early without telling any of us, that's why she caught me. We talked about the trip, about what we were gonna do for the holidays (this was December) stuff like that.
A week passes. She texts me. "I think I'm a dom"
I ask "wdym"
She says "Ive been looking into that bdsm stuff ur into and I think im a dom. I like the idea of dominating people. and theres like a lot of hot porn of dom women with cute little women beneath them and id love to be the dom there."
Her explicitly talking about lesbian doms set me on fire. But I just said "aw thats awesome!!! im happy if i could provide some sort of gateway for you into this stuff, thats awesome"
She agreed and thanked me, asked me some questions about where she could meet people do stuff with, and I answered her best I could. We don't have a big kink community here in our town, so I recommended meeting more vanilla people and introducing them to the idea of kink, seeing if they'd be interested. That's what I'd mostly done, though didn't have the best experience with it, and I told her that. But I also told her I didn't know what it'd be like from a dom's POV looking for a partner.
She thanked me for my advice, the chat kinda ended there.
A month passes, into the new year. Nothing really happened then, except for her sharing some porn she liked. All of it was lesbian. All of it filled me with hot feelings. And I encouraged her to continue to share them.
And then one day she asked me if I was envious of her body.
She was in my room, we go into each other's rooms a lot when the other person is there so we can talk about whatever, or just exist in the same space. It'd been quiet for a bit, I was doing something on my computer and she was on her phone.
And then she asks, "Are you envious of my body?" Said "envious" and everything. Not a word she'd normally use. She's not dumb, she just doesn't care about looking smart.
I kinda freeze. I don't really wanna play dumb. So I say, "Um. I don't know if I'd call it envy. I think your body is really great, I wouldn't mind having it, but, like. I like having my body. But... I don't know. I don't really know how to answer."
"Is my body the type of body you get off to?"
Obviously I start internally freaking out. But I don't show it, maybe besides blushing. I turn in my chair to look at her, and dumb horny brain me's eyes go right to her tits. Her nipples are hard. I look for I know a second too long, look at her. "What do you mean?"
"Well, you talked about before getting turned on by a woman with a more curvy, feminine body, because of the embarrassment and stuff. Do you feel that way about my body?"
Her voice is stern and direct, but still soft. There's no wavering in it though. I know she can tell she has me shaking in my boots.
I don't respond at first.
Her face kinda changes, like she's dropping a mask, she looks more concerned. "Is this too much? I'm sorry, I thought I'd... I don't know."
"No no no, I just... yeah. I do feel that way."
And her look changes again, back to something more dominant. She says, "Yeah. I assumed that was the case. I always see you looking at me. Looking at my tits, my ass. It's flattering, really, knowing what that means for you. I know you wanna look. Go ahead. Ogle your little sister."
And I do. My eyes go right to her tits, to her nipples hard through her tanktop. They go down her body. She takes off the blanket that was covering her legs, showing the tight little shorts she's in. She rubs over her ass with one hand, starts feeling her tits with the other.
"Oh yeah, baby," she says. "You love your little sister's body, don't you? You love how little you are compared to it, right?"
I gulp, watching her. "Yes. I do."
She raises an eyebrow. "Yes, what?"
"Yes... ma'am?" I guess.
She smiles, "Good. That'll work for now. You want to worship your little sister's body, don't you?"
I nod.
"Say it," she says.
"I want to worship my little sisters body, ma'am," I say.
She smiles more, "Good girl." I'm exploding on the inside.
She sits up in bed, legs over the edge. She points to the door. I get up and close it, lock it. Our parents are at work, but you can never be too safe.
She beckons me over to her with her finger. I follow, and kneel in front of her. She starts to pet my head. "Good girl. I didn't even have to say it. You knew exactly what your sister wanted, didn't you?"
I nod. "Yes ma'am."
Her smile is so addicting to look at. So good to receive. "A good girl like you deserves a reward, right?"
I look up at her, hopeful, but not wanting to speak out of line.
"Do you think you deserve a reward, baby?"
"That's not up to me, ma'am. It's up to you."
She looks impressed. "That's a great answer, baby. It's not even the one I wanted, though it's even better. It's good you know your place, baby. As a reward, you may kiss your sister's feet." She puts out her foot in front of me. And without thinking I obey, taking her foot in my hand and kissing it.
She shakes a little as I do. "Good girl, *good* girl," she says. "Take my toes into your mouth, one at a time."
And I do. And she shakes.
She commands me to kiss her foot all over, then slowly go up her perfect legs, to her perfect thick toned thighs. But she stops me there.
"You haven't earned my pussy yet, baby. But you're a very good girl, I'm sure you will eventually."
I nod solemnly. "Yes ma'am."
"Aw, baby. You'll get there, I promise, ok? But for now, how about you strip for me. Are you ok with that?"
I smile and nod maybe too excitedly, which makes her laugh. Her laugh is great. "Yes ma'am." I say.
I get up and start quickly removing my clothes, but she stops me. Tells me to go slower. I get the hint and try to put on a show for her, blushing hard the whole time due to being self conscious about how little I have to show. And I'm a pale redhead, when I blush my whole body blushes. But I still tried my best.
But she seems to enjoy it, smiling at me the whole time. And at the end I'm standing there in the of the room, naked, red all over. She beckons me back over to her. I follow. She starts feeling my body. Her hands are cold on my skin. She grabs my butt, she pinches my nipples. My nipples are very sensitive, so that elicits a little sound out of me. She likes the sound, so pinches it more. It's heavenly torture.
And then she feels my pussy. It's just a little feeling, running her hand along my folds. Just to see how wet I am. It still makes me moan with need, which she delights in. Her finger comes away covered in my juices. She brings it to my mouth and has me suck myself off of it. she says, "You're so wet for your sister, aren't you?"
I nod. She pets my hair, leans up and kisses me. It's a wonderful kiss. Her lips are so good. Her tongue is so good. She's so good. Before she pulls away, she whispers, "You are so fucking adorable. I want you so bad, baby."
And then she pulls me onto the bed with her, and I let out a surprised sound that makes her laugh, so I laugh. She lays us both down, pulls the covers over us. She continues exploring my body with her cold hands. She kisses my face all over, then my neck, bites me there which makes me make more little sounds, which makes her nibble on me more. She finds her way to my nipples and plays me like an desperate little instrument for a bit.
Then she stops. She holds me, pets my hair, tells me how cute I am, how much she loves me. And I say I love her too.
Eventually she says something like, "I don't know how aftercare works. Is this good? Is this too little or too much?"
That kinda breaks the ice, breaks the scene, pulls me a bit out of subspace. I assure her she's doing great. I tell her she's actually giving me the best aftercare I've ever had.
She makes a sound of disgust and says, "That's terrible! No one's treated you like this?"
I shake my head no.
She says, "Aw, baby. Mommy's here for you, don't worry," and continues to pet me and coo to me. It's heaven.
Since then we've been doing stuff. A lot of stuff.
I've kinda become her maid. I do all her laundry, I do her chores. I do whatever she tells me basically. Me doing her chores and stuff was my idea. She was initially reluctant because she didn't want to feel like she was taking advantage of me, but I assured her it gave me great pleasure to serve people I feel inferior towards. She had a problem with the word inferior, but I promised her it was just kink stuff, I didn't actually feel inferior, she was a great dom who respected my limits and blah blah blah. Point is, I'm happily her maid.
Oh yeah, and we discussed kinks and limits obviously. She's been learning bondage with me, learning knots and all that. I love being her rope bunny. Recently we started doing suspension in the basement! We have a good renovated basement with a gym that's like to the side, and it's perfect for us to use.
She's been very teasing with being naked in front of me. She established in our first conversation about this that she was ok with the idea of sex, loved the idea really. But she wanted our first time to be something special. Meaning she wants me to be incredibly desperate to see her pussy for the first time. She wants my mind to melt when I see it after all the anticipation.
I've only seen her topless so far. She rarely ever even goes bottomless! Always tight shorts or leggings. God she teases me with her ass, pushes it into my face, makes me kiss it. And I don't even get to feel the skin!!! Uggghhhhhhh.
I of course have my full body open to her. She loves to edge me, and then once I'm allowed to orgasm she'll torture me with orgasms over and over and over. She also tortures my poor nipples. I love it so much.
I call her Mistress now, though we're slowly transitioning to Goddess. When we cuddle I call her Mommy. I'm always her baby.
We only get to really play once or twice a week, though every night we sleep together. Like actual sleep, not sex. Though she will finger me occasionally, when she's feeling generous. And of course I sleep naked. Sometimes I get to suckle on her tits too!! They're so perfect.
She knows I'm making this post. Teased me for it though, lol. But she understands why I wanna make it. Just to tell people our story, y'know? Like minded people.
I love being my little sister's toy. Her little thing, her desperate worshiper, her needy baby. It's heaven. She's really an incredible domme. She's done so much research, not just porn but actual research. She makes me feel so respected and important, while still being able to make me feel like her inferior slave. It's great. I love her so so so much.
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[M/S] I am very attracted to my sons. Update 463. Alone at last with Lynn.
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Our nipples, hard and pushing against our clothing, pressed together as she kissed me. Her full lips touched mine and our tongues osculated together as our bodies embraced and time stopped. Lynn's velvety soft hand grasped my hair and I moaned, feeling my loins quiver and beg for more.
We spent the afternoon in small hotel room with a tranquil view that we barely experienced having never even stepped outside to smoke. The ice bucket eventually contained an unopened bottle of champaign sitting in tepid water and the curtains blacked out the world. On the door, she had hung the "Do not disturb" sign and she and I focused solely on out lustful afternoon.
I have no memory of us removing our clothes but I vividly recall being underneath her on the bed. Lynn was stronger than I expected, and I lovingly submitted to her as she voraciously kissed me and fingered me hard and deep.
My brother had no idea I had spent the day fucking his wife and neither did anyone else.
Lynn pinned my hands over my head and knelt on my face. Her grunts and moans made me lick and tongue-fuck her harder and she came, and I needed the same treatment. As she loosened her grip, I rolled her over and sat on her angelic face. So excited, I came within minutes of her kissing my pussy.
Our mouths tasted of the other as we kissed, and hands and fingers explored the other. Her tiny hand was so powerful she left tiny love-bruises on my ass as she squeezed it. At one point I yelled "More!" as she ravaged me.
Sorry guys, I will finish this tomorrow as I am drained of all energy.
**My sons are 22 and 27. I will never be your mom.**
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[M/S] [A/ne] I am very attracted to my sons. Update 399. My nephew, his mother and a bottle of cachaça. Part 2.
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We removed our clothes so quickly, they seemed to vanish from our bodies. Soon, I was kissing my naked nephew and holding his cage-covered love stick. Taking the key from my purse, I unlocked his dick and then fall to my knees and took it in my mouth. It pulsed and grew instantly, feeling hot and hard in my depraved little mouth.
I stood and led him to his mother's bedroom doorway. She was passed out on the right side of the bed, on her side and facing us. I backed toward her, slowly sashaying my hips and gently rocking my tits back and forth.
My lascivious body lay down next to her and Tommy stood, stunned into immobility by what he was seeing.
"Get over here" I cooed while spreading my legs and making the "come here" motion with my finger.
Tommy approached tentatively and quietly before whispering "Auntie, what if she wakes up."
I turned my head, and my face was inches from hers. I snapped
"Hey. Hey, I am about to fuck your son...wake up." She didn't move or react at all.
Looking back toward my nephew I asserted "I know how your mom reacts to alcohol. She is going to nap for hours, and nothing can wake her. Now, come here."
He appeared to be ushered to the bed by his swollen and freshly freed cock. Tommy tried to get on the bed quietly and seconds later, he was deep inside my hungry womb. I pulled his head to my and kissed his ear; I know what he likes.
That made him feel more aggressive and he started to pound his wanton Auntie a little harder. I turned his head to face his sleeping mother and hissed "Look at her face, Baby."
A perverted switch must have flipped inside him, and he unleashed an animalistic sexual fury on me, and I loved it. Tommy stared at his mom's pretty face and proceeded to pounded me hard while grunting like an unhinged and hungry beast.
I brayed his name like a whore, and we fucked uninhibited like brutish lovers as his mother lay, unaware. When Tommy came, he did not take his eyes off of her and I felt him fill me to the brim with his loving nectar.
As he caught his breath, his mom uttered "Paulo, I'd like some water please" before rolling over.
We scampered giggling from the room and a few minutes later, I left a cold bottle of water next to her as I smoked one of her cigarettes. She looked almost angelic as she slept peacefully, having no idea of the debauchery she had witnessed.
I place the cage back onto my nephew's penis and left him with a memory that would last forever.
**My nephew is 19 and my sons are 27 and 22. I am not looking for a boyfriend and if I was, it would never be you.**
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[MF] Risky festival sex with a beautiful alt girl while our partner’s were sleeping
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This a story from when I was about 21 years old at a music festival in the U.K.
Me and Lara were the last ones awake from our group. It was about 5am and we were in this wooded area that was decorated with lights and hammocks. We’d all taken MD with our mates and had a great night seeing The Chemical Brothers and a few other dj’s before the rest of our gang tapped out, but Lara and I were still a bit up so decided to wander through the forest until we got tired.
She was super cute, petite, a few tattoos, black hair and green eyes, and had spent the day dressed in a mesh top and short skirt and I can’t lie I’d been looking at her; even though her boyfriend and my girlfriend were both at this festival. Now she was in a hoody and trackies as it was so late but she still looked great.
We found a hammock in the forest and were laid in it, waiting for the sun to rise. We were cuddled up together, spooning; listening to music and just chatting nonsense as you do when it’s 5am. We were quite good friends, so it wasn’t unusual for us to be a bit intimate, but as I felt her gorgeous body pressed against mine I couldn’t help but start to get an erection.
I tried to keep chatting as normal but could feel myself getting harder to the point that I was sure she could feel it.
“Sorry about that,” I eventually said, “human bodies, you know.”
“Don’t be,” she said and started to grind her bum against me, making me harder and harder.
I wasn’t sure what was happening, but I knew it felt good, so let it keep going.
“You looked amazing today.” I continued.
“I noticed you looking,” she replied. “I liked it.”
My hand had been around her waist until this point, but she started to slowly move it down to the waist of her bottoms, stopping it just beneath the fabric.
I took her invitation and moved my hand a little further until I was softly stroking her over the fabric of her underwear. I felt her tense a little and press herself further into me, so I slipped her underwear to the side and felt her pussy for the first time. It was so wet and warm and the little bit of MD still in our system meant it was like my fingers were just dissolving into her.
I gently teased her, stroking up and down before starting to slowly circle her clit. There were still a few other people in the area still up from the night before, so I moved my other hand to her mouth so she could bite my thumb to stay quiet.
I kept going, gradually circling her clit faster and pressing harder as I felt her body tense and her breathing quicken and she came over my fingers and in my arms.
After she turned around and we kissed for the first time, slow and hard and passionate. She moved her hand into my pants and wrapped her hand around my cock, which was now absolutely rock hard.
“We probably shouldn’t go further…” I offered.
“But I want to,” she replied.
“I do too,” I smiled.
We got out of the hammock and I led her by the hand a little deeper into the forest until the sound of the other straight through crew disappeared and we were alone. The anticipation had built so much by now that I couldn’t wait any longer. I bent her over and slipped in from behind. Her pussy felt divine and it was like we were just melting into each other. I grabbed a fistful of her black hair and started to stroke as we gave into the urges and the moment. We both knew it was wrong but it felt so good and we were so caught up in the moment that we couldn’t help it. I came inside her with a long moan and kept stroking to keep the sensation for as long as possible.
We kissed afterwards and went back to the hammock for another cuddle and to watch the sunrise, before we went back to a tent with her boyfriend and me with her girlfriend.
We both broke up with them not long after the festival and spent the rest of the summer hooking up which was amazing.
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[M/S] [A/ne] I am very attracted to my sons. Update 366. My sexy and wicked plans for my sweet nephew.
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I have been greatly enjoying defiling Tommy and he has been taking it without complain. He did not mind wearing a bra and a girly headband at all, I think it's almost time to take my relationship with him to a new and unexplored level. Please remember that I love my nephew and that will not change. I would never hurt him or force him to do anything he does not want to do.
My tentative plan is as follows:
I will have Tommy meet me at a nice hotel. Once he is there, we will enjoy a bath and a drink or two together. Then it will be time to dress him up. I'll have him wear a wig, tasteful makeup, a dress, a bra and panties. We will likely have to go with flat shoes because I don't know if he can walk in heels. Of course, his penis will be in its cage.
I probably will not be able to control the urge to fuck his cute little ass and take video while his is all dressed up and pretty.
We will then have lunch at a lovely little outdoor cafe overlooking the town square. We will sip mimosas and I will have him smoke cigarettes with me. If this goes well, we might do a little afternoon shopping.
He will know that I have a very nice surprise planned for him if he behaves.
Upon returning to the hotel, washing off the makeup and having him be a boy again, he will get a surprise. I will remove his cage and have a beautiful escort arrive at the hotel. She will be for him, and Auntie will sit across the room with a drink and a cigarette watching them fuck.
I can't torture him all the time. I love him and he deserves nice rewards.
Do you think Tommy will enjoy my evil little plan?
**My nephew is 19 and my sons are 22 and 27. Saying "Hi. How are you?" is a pathetic way to start a conversation. If you initiate a dialogue, be a man and do not expect me to lead it.**
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Car Ride Home [M/f] [18+] [Male Dom] [Female Brat Sub] [Teasing] [Touching] [Mischief] [Arousal] [Mild Danger]
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We were sitting on the highway on the car ride home from dinner, while I sat on my phone scrolling through, however I could feel you constantly looking over at me. It felt as if your eyes were burning into the side of me.
“Yes?” I question you without looking up from my phone.
“Just checking…” You start.
I stop scrolling, put my phone in my lap and adjust on the seat bringing my leg up and turning to you as you drive.
“What got into you tonight?” you smirked as you turned back to the highway. You reach over to my exposed thigh and squeeze it as you run your hand upwards. I shiver in reaction as your hand continues to trek up into the thigh fold and into my inner thigh as I gasp out of response. Your hand moves slowly underneath my flowy dress shorts and towards my mound as it lightly grazes over my lace covered clit.
I immediately grab your hand with both of mine, “Stop honey, stop.” I state trying to control and regulate my breathing.
I look up at you as you smirk, “That’s not what you did when I questioned you tonight at dinner, baby girl.”
“Oh, you mean like this?” I aggressively pushed your hand away as I reached over to the front of your dress pants and massaged your cock through the fabric as you tried hard to concentrate on the road ahead.
“Babe” you gasp and adjust yourself in the driver’s seat as I undo your zipper, button and lift the buckle of your belt. I feel you twitch under my touch as I continue to massage you over the material. I feel you slightly harden with my touch. Your body relaxes under my hands, and you lose concentration for a slight second as the car drifts to the next lane, only for you to immediately realise and jerk the car back to our lane.
“Babe, you’re making this dangerous…” you say as we laugh at the realisation of what just happened. You turn to me as I poke my tongue out playfully and seductively run my hand over my large boobs and sigh out. You heard and turned to me and watched me feel myself up in front of you.
“The naughty girl has to wait.”
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[M/S] I am very attracted to my sons. Update 361. Mommy takes what Mommy wants.
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The kitchen was clean, and the dishwasher was humming away as I thought about pouring myself a glass of wine but didn't want to. I had not had a cigarette all day and did not feel like walking outside. Not yet tired enough to go to bed and not motivated enough to find a way to entertain myself, I leaned against the refrigerator and crossed my arms.
I could see the television and the boys were watching the movie Gladiator. As I watched the screen and saw and heard the men fighting and screaming with aggression, my listless body began to feel warmer. My heartrate increased and I wanted to pull one of those big, strong warriors from the television and be a submissive little sex slave.
Considering going to my bedroom, turning on the movie and using my vibrator until I clit went numb seemed like an admissible idea. Upon further thought, I had a much better idea that involved one of my favorite toys instead. As my eyes watched the movie, my hands removed my robe and allowed it to fall to the cool tile floor, next to my bare feet.
Not in the most pleasant mood and not at all interested in small talk, I walked through the living, right past the boys. As I strutted with heavy footfalls (aggravated mom walk), I growled "Somebody had better give me his dick, right now."
Without turning my head, I walked into my bedroom and flopped on the bed. Almost instantly, Patrick came through the open door in his boxer briefs and stepped out of them before he got to my bed. What ensued was a primitive incestuous ravaging of a wanton mother's pussy by her oldest son.
I dug my nails into the back of his neck as he fucked me like a jackhammer. The harder he pounded me, the louder I yelled and encouraged him to give it to me even more ferociously. He pinned my wrists to the bed and slid his tongue into my nubile mouth. When we came, it was my powerful squirt that rivaled his seed pumping, forceful burst inside me.
He got up and left the room. A few minutes later, despite being sore and now tired, I wanted more. As I stood and stretched, I felt my son's love-nectar running down my inner thigh. Walking to the living room and saw Michael. I smiled at my younger boy and coyly asked "Would you like a turn, Baby?"
He leapt from his seat and gave his rapacious mother more of what she needed.
**My sons are 27 and 22. I am not your mother, never will be and will not pretend to be. Go outside and meet some girls. You all claim to be good looking, successful and have at least a nine-inch penis. Meeting girls should be quite easy for you.**
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[F/D] Advice for a Dad (Update)
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Hi everyone.
Since my daughters are away at school until Thanksgiving, the only way to connect with them is by FaceTime or just a simple phone call. So Skylar my eldest daughter (22) called me on Saturday just to check in. She heard from her other sister that I had signed up on some dating sites. Those apps are rediculous. Lol.
She was very inquisitive about my dating profile. Making sure I had the photos that she liked of me, what kind of woman I was looking for(that was cute) and what age group I was after.
The question of age is where the fun started.
She figured that since I am 47 that I would go for 40-50 year old woman. What shocked her was that I set my profile to look for woman that were 22-35. She was like, "Dad...are you crazy!!" " Don't you think that is a little young? I mean, you don't think it's weird to potentially date someone, my age?"
I slowed my breathing before I answered.
I said, "Not at all. I feel like since I was married to your mother at such a young age, I never got to have a whole lot of experience or even fun! I want it to be my time now."
"And as long as 2 people are consenting adults, I think I would like to explore what that is like."
She paused and told me she understands but is going to have to think about that for a while and get back to me.
She also said that if I ever have a date with someone close to her age that she has to approve and that she won't let me go out with a gold digging loose bitch! Lol I loved that!
So I think I got her thinking about me with younger women and it sounded like the wheels of control or being somewhat possessive of me is in the works. What is the next step?
And thanks for all of the advice so far.
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Nurses might be horny but teachers are the most kinky [FM]
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Okay so I’ve seen a lot about nurses being pretty horny but from my experience teachers are the kinkiest. Let me tell you about Jess.
We finally agreed to meet, we went to a bar to meet up. Something really casual but also good fun.
We exchanged a hug as wet met, she wore a nice little skirt with tights (well I thought so, more on that later) and just a casual nice top. She looked good though, I think the nose piercing just made her look both hot but also a bit mischievous, just a vibe she gave.
We hit it off really well, we went to a couple other bars and just enjoyed speaking about everything, nothing sexual but we enjoyed each other’s company. Also shared some great gins.
Anyway, you’re not here to listen to our pleasant date, you want to know what happened next and oh boy did stuff happen next.
As the night got later, we knew that it was time, we had longer and longer looks into each others eyes and shortly after the first kiss, it was time.
She ordered the Uber and back to her flat we went. We sat on the sofa and but on some music, Jess sat down legs slightly apart, then I noticed that they weren’t tights she wore but some thigh highs. Which we spoke about previously.
Side note, I think thigh highs are extremely sexy.
This was a perfect opportunity to lift her skirt up, she smiled, ‘I thought you might like them’.
We kissed and ran out hands over each other, shortly after I started to pull her clothes off, the top first, shortly followed by the bra, as I grabbed her small perky tits.
Moving my lips down from her mouth, to her neck then onto her nipples, making them instantly erect.
My hand went under her skirt, and I started to rub her clit through her lacy underwear. I could fell that Jess was wet already. As my fingers traced around her clit, the material becoming more and wet. Jess helped me out of her skirt, as I pushed her down on the sofa. My head over her stomach as I teased her, my lips tracing down her body from her perky little tits down until I reached her underwear, kissing her clit and pussy over them.
After a short tease, I pulled them off. Revealing her wet pussy, it felt familiar from all the exchanges beforehand but it felt amazing the second my tongue flicked over her clit.
Finally, I got to taste Jess. I could sense the relief as she let out a gasp as my tongue met her pussy eventually. Her legs spread apart on her sofa, the same sofa that she’d played for me many nights. She looked perfect with her thigh highs still on.
My tongue flicked around her clit, Jess moaning more and more and getting more and more turned on. I slide one finger in as I still flicked her clit, her hands rested on my head as I started to finger her wet pussy, one quickly became two.
I took a break from eating her pussy, to finger her more. My two fingers sliding in effortlessly, deep and then the third, she stretched around them with ease. She felt both tight but I knew I could push her. My fourth finger stretched her even more, visibly finding it hot, Jess let out louder moans as she looked at me, biting her lip.
Four fingers going deeper and deeper inside her, stretching her every time until I could use all four to flick her pussy, she wriggled more and the deeper it got. I knew it wasn’t painful because her moans of pleasure filled the room.
She grabbed my shirt and pulled me closer, biting my ear as I kept playing. She orgasmed at least once in that twenty minutes of pleasure, but that wasn’t going to be the end of it. Far from it, she sat up and led me to her room.
My clothes came off within seconds as she wrapped her hand around my rock hard cock. Shortly thereafter, she’s on her knees as she works my cock, deeper and deeper. I grab her head and push it down, after a couple of head bobs, she deep throat’s me, with minimal gagging. She knew I loved it, I took my hand from her head and Jess started deepthroating me on her own, no help. I’m not massive but I’m also not that small 7/8”. Jess really was quite slim so the fact she was deepthroating my cock with minimal fuss was so unbelievably hot.
She switched between going deep with her mouth to wanking me off, it felt incredible each and every time she took all of me on her mouth.
I grabbed her arms after she came up to breathe and threw her on the bed, I asked where her toys were, grabbing the handcuffs and handcuffing her to the bed.
Straddling over her, teasing her pussy with the tip of my cock, rubbing it over her clit. Getting it covered in her, as I slide into her.
Finally we were fucking, her pussy was perfect, wet and despite the stretching, tight. I used my hands to explore her body, wrapping one around her neck to lightly choke her, as she lay there in handcuffs
She did her best to push her body into mine with every thrust, and change of position despite her being attached to the bed. Lifting her legs above my shoulders, as I fucked her as deeply as I could. Her pussy, I knew was coating my cock, I could feel it dripping onto my balls.
I eventually pulled out, it was getting a bit to close to exploding in her, I wasn’t ready and neither was she.
I slid my fingers back inside her, two, then three and then four much quicker than the warmup on the sofa. Then the challenge really came, I pushed deeper, four becoming my hand as I stretched Jess to the limit. She couldn’t get enough, there was no cry of pain only pure ecstasy in the moment. Her legs squirmed around and every push forward her entire body rolled around, gasping and missing with pleasure. No lube was needed, she coated my hand as my second set of knuckles were inside her.
This was when I knew how much she wanted it, as she started shaking, cumming all over my hand as I basically fisted her stretched pussy. Her 5 ft 7 body shook as my fist was in her pussy, never seen anything like it. The same pussy that gripped my cock hard, she was perhaps a size 8 (uk) maybe even less.
As her climax reached the peak, she moaned so hard and was squirming the best she could with her handcuffs restricting her movements, then bang! They snapped in half, she broke them. My fist still inside her, now she was able to flap around much more freely.
I flipped her onto her front, she pushed her ass in the air, she knew she wanted to be fucked in doggy. Minutes after what I done to her pussy, I was fucking her and it felt no different to before, this time she was more free and not tied to the bed, pushing back into my cock with every thrust. It view was amazing, her perky little ass bouncing away as I fucked her from behind.
I pulled out and lay on my back, she hoped straight and rode me, getting steadily deeper and faster. My cock was still like a rock and covered in Jess, her creamy cum all over it.
She moved closer, starting to squat on my cock, making it even more tight and rode me taking from tip to base with every bounce. It felt unbelievably good as my hands gripped the sheets, I knew I couldn’t last much longer. I’m going to cum I told her, she slowed it down and went deeper with her squats, I exploded a hot full load inside her. What a release, finally months and months of chats and videos being sent, my cum is dripping out her Pussy.
She collapsed next to me in the bed, my cum leaking down her thighs, it was hot to see but even hotter to here.
This was the same music teacher who I thought was so innocent and would never do this, the first time we spoke. How wrong was I?
Turns out Jess was the naughtiest person that I’d been with so far, from talking about everything sexual within hours of chatting to her first fisting experience.
So do you think it’s definitely a teacher thing? Because I’ve not dated many people like this but they have all been teachers. What is it?
Should I share more about Jess? This was only the first time, and we haven’t started on the toys or her ass…
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[B/S] I found out my little brother is subscribed to my Onlyfans
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I confronted him about it and that was the most awkward conversation I've ever had. This is completely and totally anonymous. I'm not posting what you want on here, don't even bother asking. I'm 25 years old and I have two older brothers and one younger brother(20m). All of this started when he was 18+
I'm the only sister and up until now I thought we had a pretty normal relationship. My older brothers don't know about this and aren't important to this post so I'm not posting about them. I thought I had a typical relationship with my little brother. We talk and hang out a times. We do family stuff together and we tease each other. He's never been sexual with me or hinted that he found me attractive.
Like a year and half ago or something like that I started the OF. I've always been proud and comfortable with my body and appearance. I got a decent following pretty quickly and I make a good amount of money on there. I'm not here to post about that but I do typical porn stuff on there. Nudes and videos. I masturbate on there a lot. There is footage of me having sex on there and giving head. Typical nsfw content you'd find. Recently I was at our parents house. I live on my own but my brother still lives at home. I wasn't snooping or anything but I saw his laptop open. He had a bunch of tabs open and I saw an OF tab. His laptop screen wasn't sleeping and he was in a different tab. But I glanced and saw another tab open that was Onlyfans and it said my username. I didn't touch his computer or click the tab it just said it in the thing. I didn't just go through this things. I'm a sex worker so I am fine with the possibility of people I know stumbling across my content online, it's part of the job. But my own brother pays to see me. I have everything on there. I just started mentally going through all the content I have on there and how much of me he's seen. Like he's seen me masturbate orgasm and have sex and then we have dinner together like he didn't just see his sister's vagina. At that time I wasn't sure how long he was seeing them so I was just going through everything. Like the time he picked me up from the airport and we had to drive for like an hour an a half. Was he just thinking about me naked the whole time? How long was he interested in me? I was overwhelmed, pissed off, and felt so off. Like my brother is thinking of me in sexual ways.
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A couple of days later after I cooled off I confronted him about it. I just asked him to meet me in his room to talk. I told him what I saw and he was really shy and nervous. He apologized a million times and even though I was pretty upset. I just told him it was okay. I didn't feel like my privacy was invaded. Again, I put stuff out there so I can't be upset if a person watches content that I make available. He paid and didn't technically do anything wrong. I told him that it was okay and that I just wanted to know what was going on. He told me that a few months ago one his friends told him that he found my stuff online. He said that he didn't look at me in that way before knowing but when he heard about it, he just couldn't stop thinking about it. He said it was like a switch in his head. He started looking at me differently. If this deep explanation sounds sudden I am rushing this. We were talking for a while. The taboo of seeing his own sister naked just got the better of him. My time doing sex work has made me understand how much taboo can drive someone. I've done "incest" for customers and pretended to be related to them. I also understand that some people just feel more comfortable with the idea of sleeping with a family member for some deep connection. Pre sex work I would have thought my brother was the most disgusting person alive. But post sex work, I've seen it all. The way he described it, it just sounded reasonable to me. I could have just been doing SW for too long but I've heard this story before. I do believe that he did not have a thing for me before this and hearing about and probably seeing my censored nudes enticed him and he let himself go into the taboo. If I am being honest it was exciting to me too a little bit so I understood the whole thrill of it.
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I told him that it was okay and that I accept his explanation. I get why he wouldn't tell me and it probably would have been better if I'd just never known but I know now so it's still awkward. I told him if he wants to still look at them he can and it's been a couple of weeks he's still a member. If I am being fully honest with myself it kind of turns me on to know that when I post something my brother will see it. It's actually motivated me to post more frequently. These past couple of weeks I've been on fire and horny because of that interaction with my brother. I recorded myself masturbating one morning and posted it and he liked it right away. It's kind of thrilling and I am understanding more and more where he is coming from.
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That's all that has happened. Our talk wasn't about sex. I didn't ask him "so how do ya like my pussy?" It was just normal talk. It's weird now and there is some kind of tension but I enjoy it. I've usually only been this way for customers but now I feel like one of them.
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[M/S] [B/S] She knows. UPDATE
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So I'm still sleeping on the sofa but I guess my mom had other ideas. She came out of her room after my sister had gone to sleep. I was still sat up and saw her enter. She was wearing a silk, low cut robe and black stockings(she knows I love those). She didn't say a word just ju oed on top of me and straddled ma grinding on me while making out with me. I tired to say that Ariel was in the next room but she simply whispered to let her hear. Honestly it was torture not being able to touch this woman's body for the past few days so I caved quite easily grabbing her juicy ass. She giggle and called me a typical guy. I just kinda shrugged because yeah I mean arse man.
I kissed her neck, stupidly leaving hickeys. She moaned and said how much she'd wanted this and had been craving me since my sister got here but knew it was wrong. I guess she had a change if heart tho. Anyway it wasn't long before she was riding me like a racehorse making out with me so she made less noise. I began to get close to finishing and I asked where I should cum. She smiled and said its not like I can get her pregnant twice. So she ride me harderwhioe kissing my neck and that was too much for me and I shot rope after rope of my stuff inside her.
We collapsed and smiled kissing. I asked if she'd fished and she laughed saying she had 2 orgasms. Normally she's really loud when she cuts but I guess because Aurek was asleep she didn't want to wake her up. Thoughtful?
Anyway she sucked my dick. She's a grand master at that so it took me no time to fishing all over her face, which was soemthing unexpected since she's never let me do that before.
She then said good night and tip toed back to her room.
Everything was silent for a while. But the I heard moaning. At first I thought mom had lied about her orgasms and was now masturbating in her room. But then mom liked her head out of her room with wide eyes. I swear I've never gone as white as a ghost before but when I raised the morning was coming from my room I realised Ariel was not asleep Nd she had 100% heard me and mom fuck. We didn't say a word and tried to go to bed. She moaned for the next 2 hours. She said things that I couldn't quite make out but she was definitely pleasuring herself.
Mom has gone to work already and Ariel hasn't come out of her room so I assume she's asleep.
Honestly don't know what to do when she comes out of my room
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"My Penis Hurts"
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"My penis hurts.”
I paused. Did I hear correctly?
“What?”
“My penis hurts, Omar.”
I looked towards Jason, perplexed.
“I’m serious it does.”
“I’m sure it does, but I am confused why you wanted to share this information with me now. It is fucking 4 A.M.; we should be looking for our Uber. We have a train to catch.”
“I know, I know. I can multitask, O.K.? Just making small talk.”
“And this is your idea of small talk?” I asked.
Jason sighed, “I don’t know, it’s fucking 4 A.M., and all I can think about is my penis hurts.”
I stared at him, befuddled. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to know what happened.
“O.K., spill.”
Jason grinned. “The girl I was getting head from did not know what she was doing at all.”
I knew I shouldn’t have asked. Straight men, I thought.
“You were just now getting head? Right before running here? Random.”
“Correction: awful head.”
I chuckled, “She couldn’t have been doing it that wrong.”
“Oh, she was,” Jason replied. “Like I’ve had head in the past, don’t get me wrong,”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m sure.”
“but this was the worst, by far. I mean the girl’s mouth was weirdly dry, which doesn’t make for the most, you know, pleasurable experience.”
“Oh, of course.” I say, bemused.
“And then, it was super toothy too! Also, she gagged so much! Not in the hot ‘Oh daddy! It’s so big!” way-“
I laugh, “that’s hot!?”
“Don’t kink-shame me it’s too early for that.”
“Noted.”
“Anyways, it wasn’t that it was the ‘I’m about to throw up, I don’t know what I’m doing.’ way.”
The more he spoke, the more I regretted my decision. “That’s never good.”
“And then she did!” Jason exclaimed.
“Did what?”
“Throw up!”
I was practically crying now. “She didn’t while,” I paused, disgust starting to take over, “you know...”
He stared directly into my eyes, the most solemn expression befalling him. “Oh, she did.”
“Oh no,” I replied in shock.
“Oh yes,” He sighed. “In short, my penis hurts.”
I glanced at his crotch, concerned. “Does it also smell?”
He glared at me. “I’m not an animal, Omar. I stopped at a washroom before coming here.”
“Good,” I replied, relieved.
A ding came from Jason’s phone. He checked it, frowning.
“Shit!” He exclaimed.
“Is it the penis-puker? Is she coming from seconds?”
“Ha. Ha.” He laughed dryly. “Worse. Our Uber cancelled.”
“Shit!” I exclaimed. “Now, how are we supposed to catch our train now?”
“We won’t be able to compete in any other debate tournaments if we don’t make it there!”
I glared at him. “I know. Otherwise, I would not be this mad at our Uber cancelling.”
He rolled his eyes. “Don’t get snarky with me. We’re both going to suffer. What do you want us to do now?
“Uhhhh… I’m not sure.” We think for a minute. “I guess I could try on my phone? Maybe they’ll like me more.”
“How?”
“Brown privilege?” I said, unconvinced.
Jason, however, looked very convinced. “I mean, most of the Uber drivers around here are brown. Perhaps it’ll work. I’ll try Lyft in the meantime.”
We both continued our ride-share reconnaissance missions silently. I could not shake the story that Jason just told, though. The more I thought about it, the more intrigued I got.
“Y’know, that’s why gays are better,” I say, shattering the silence.
Jason looked up, confused. “At what?”
“Head.”
He rolled his eyes. “Who’s derailing the mission now?”
I continue, “It’s true, though! We have penises, so we know what’s good and bad, how to work it properly, what can take things to the,” I pause, raising my eyebrows suggestively, “next level. It’s a gift.”
Jason raised his eyebrows doubtfully. “And how would you know this?”
“What, are you saying I have no game?” I ask, miffed.
“We can’t find a ride to catch a train to a debate tournament. We’re hardly the demographic with infinite rizz.”
“You found a girl willing to suck your dick. That is more impressive than me finding someone to suck.”
“Wow, now I don’t have game?” Jason retorted.
“As you said, debate tournament,” I said matter-of-factly.
“Fine, you win.”
We both became engrossed with our phones once again, trying our hardest to find someone willing to drive two teenagers at 4 A.M. through a foot of snow to a train station half an hour away.
“So… what were the reviews like?“
I looked up. “I mean, I’ve never had any complaints. No teeth, no vomit, no baby complaining their penis hurts.”
“Baby!?”
“Endearingly.”
“If you could only feel what I’m feeling right now-“
“Girl, I have a dick too. I know how they hurt.” I replied.
Jason pouted. “This is different.”
“Well, what do you want me to do? Kiss it and make it better?” I offered jokingly.
Jason paused contemplatively.
I looked at him, confused. “You’re not seriously considering this, are you?”
“I mean,” he said, “it does hurt. Plus, I never finished earlier. I’m getting blue balls.”
I laughed him off. “Oh please, it’s been like ten minutes. Your balls are barely a shade of periwinkle.”
“My balls are still tight, and my dick still hurts.”
“And I’m supposed to fix that?” I asked.
“You are gay, aren’t you?”
I replied, exasperated. “Don’t you know how reductive and harmful that stereotype is? We’re not all horny monsters running around looking for the next cock.”
Jason narrowed his eyes, “Aren’t you?”
I sighed, defeated. “Yes.”
“Well then, I got a cock right here.” He gestured to his bulge, which seemed to have gotten bigger beneath his grey sweats. “It’s a pretty good one if I do say so myself.”
I looked around, nervous. “We can’t do it here? We’re literally in the foyer of my residence building.”
“Foyer? We’re not in a five-star hotel.”
“Well, it still has security cameras, custodial workers, and random students roaming around. There’s just too much risk. I am not getting expelled because ‘your penis hurts.’”
Jason chuckled. “It’s 4 A.M. No one will be here. The worst we’ll see is a drunk student stumbling back from a party or something. There’s no way they’ll remember us, let alone what we were doing.”
“Cameras don’t drink all night at parties.”
“The cameras here are so shit they couldn’t identify the shirt colour of a bike thief. They couldn’t even identify if they were human at all. We’ll be fine.”
The more Jason tried to convince me, the hornier I became. He was attractive: taller than me, with curly brown hair and sapphire eyes set perfectly into his olive face.
I caved, “Fine. But, we’re going behind the pillar, I am taking no chances.”
“They won’t be able to see your face buried between your legs, you’ll be fine.”
“Fuck you.”
“If you’re lucky.”He replied starkly.
Behind the pillar, we went. Jason’s smile became ever goofier if such a thing was possible. He grabbed my shoulder and swung me around till we were face to face.
“Ready?”
I still couldn’t believe I said yes to this. “I guess.”
“Don’t worry, we’ll be fine. I’m sure it’ll be quick.”
I smirked. “Someone’s confident in their abilities.”
“I’m already so close. That bitch left me hanging. On a normal day, you wouldn’t be breathing for hours.”
I rolled my eyes, “I’m sure.”
He punched my arm gently. “Shut up and put that mouth to better use.”
I took a deep breath. It was my last chance to say no. I gazed into his ocean eyes, a goofy grin still plastered on his face. God, Jason was so cute.
“Aye, aye, captain.” I cringed at hearing what I just said.
“‘Aye, aye, captain’?” He repeated mockingly.
“Do you want me to suck your dick?”
“Aye, aye, captain.” He saluted me.
I sighed. Guess I’m doing this. Down I went, on my knees. The grey sweats left little to the imagination, the tent brushing my nose as I continued. The rosiness of the head was peaking through the stretched fabric.
“Commando?” I inquired.
“It’s easier for everyone.”
“Valid.”
I gingerly put two fingers under his waistband, my nails cutting through his pubic hair. You could barely see the pink of my nail polish through the gaps. I slowly brought his pants down further, letting him free. His dick swung pendulously, flying up and slapping him in the stomach. A drop of pre-cum landed gracefully in between my eyebrows. I recoiled back, allowing myself to take good luck at the glory of it all. The bush looked like a dainty little shrub compared to the manhood underneath it. Indeed, it was the organ of a man with balls like bull testicles, heavy and hung, stretching the white scrotum pink. They shone a shade of periwinkle through the thin sac—I guess I was right about that.
Jason was uncircumcised. A bright red tip peaked through the top of his peach foreskin. It glistened, drowned in a mix of pre-cum and natural lubrication. If only I were uncut. I let my hand drift to my (comparatively much smaller) penis, rubbing the bulge through my pants to relieve some of the strain. The fabric of my underwear rubbed against my exposed cock head, the friction both a bit painful and pleasurable. I was thoroughly humbled, taking in the man’s meat before me. It was hypnotizing, bouncing with Jason’s pulse, making his testicles swing in time.
“Hey, don’t just stare at it.” Jason chided, snapping me out of my trance.
I glanced up. Jason stared down at me, a mix of annoyance and hysterics behind his eyes.
“You were right. It is a pretty good cock.”
“It’d be even more beautiful down your throat,” Jason replied impatiently.
“Only because my head is around it,” I said smugly.
Jason chuckled, “Narcissist.”
“I am not!” I exclaimed, clutching my chest melodramatically. “I only speak the truth.”
“We’ll see how true it is in a bit.”
He grabbed the base, shaking his dick a little. It was so thick that he couldn’t even close his fingers around it. It sprinkled more of its juice on my face. Hallelujah, it rained men, or in this case, one man.
“I know you want it,” Jason smirked. “Suck it.”
“Fine.”
But I don’t, not yet. I started by licking the base of the cock, swirling my tongue all around the foreskin, the tiny hairs tickling my tongue. I positioned it along the bottom of Jason’s dick and licked it, stopping right before the head. A drop of pre-cum fell onto my willing tongue. The liquid was viscous and mild, with a hint of salinity coating my tongue as it rolled further into my mouth. I wanted more.
“Mmmmmm…” he breathed as I hovered my mouth around his head.
Deliberately I closed my lips around his tip, bringing my tongue underneath his foreskin. I encircled it, lapping up the mix of pre-cum and foreskin secretions. The salinity punched much more than the single drop I had before. I continued my journey, letting my throat grow accustomed to his size. Jason thrusted a bit, seemingly involuntarily, an equal and opposite force to my first, languid attempt. When he did, I felt his foreskin let up, retreating behind his ridge and allowing his tip to meet my tongue. I continued until I buried my nose in his pubic hair. I took a deep breath, enjoying the musk trapped beneath the wiry curls. It was matted, probably from his hasty washing and the sweat from his jog to the foyer. Still, it smelled amazing.
Jason gasped as I swallowed, constricting my throat. “Yes. Hold it right there.”I felt him comb through my wavy hair, palming the back of my head. His fingers curved around the shape of my skull as he found his grip. Pressure began to build behind his hand as he stabilized my head, trying to push it further down. I coughed, saliva dripping into my lap. There was no further for me to go, but Jason seemed to disagree, trying to push me down more.
“Hold still.” He said as he leaned forward from the pillar, gaining his footing.
He started to retract himself just as slowly as I had gone down on him. Inch by inch, he left my throat, the warm skin shining in the fluorescent lighting. A heat grew on my tongue as the friction increased. Finally, all but the tip was exposed. Goosebumps appeared along his foreskin as a draft blew over the dripping mess. I continued to work on his head as he held the rest of it outside, strengthening his stance and grip on me.
Jason caught my attention. Our eyes met, locked as he took a deep breath.
“Are you ready?” He asked me sincerely.
I could only respond with a muffled tone of agreement. Jason continued staring at me; he wanted something a bit more concrete. I took a deep breath through my nose, mentally preparing myself. Carefully, I responded with a thumbs up. Jason’s relaxed concern transformed into his signature goofy grin. “Good.” He said a bit menacingly.
Before I could react, he pushed all ten inches of himself back into my throat. The strength behind his hand grew to herculean levels sandwiching my skull witIt’sis pelvis. He pressed my nose against his pubic area, my nostrils forced open, breathing him and him alone. He moved his torso back, keeping the tip in, preventing me from taking a breath, and then pushed it right back in.
“God, yes! Fucking take it.” Jason cried, echoing throughout the empty foyer.
I was slightly worried his voice would carry to the sleeping students, but we were too far in to continue. Jason was going to cum, right here, right now. Faster, he continued, thrusting with more force than a mack truck. His scrotum slammed into my chin, bruising it. His testicles feel like cannonballs. I moaned through the face-fucking, the vibrations bubbling out saliva.
“Yeah, you like that?” Jason responded to my whimpers. “Keep moaning around that big cock.”
He stabbed the back of my throat, pushing his dick down my esophagus. I will need some tea to help with the internal bruising after the abuse, but I don’t care. Pain is pleasure, and this was no different. A notable wet spot began to grow in my pants as Jason seemed to facefuck the pre-cum out of me. I put my hands in my pants, feeling the moisture, coaxing it around my shaft before rubbing it in sync with Jason’s thrusts.
“Oh my god,” he gasped, gaining speed. “Your mouth is amazing, Omar.”
Hearing my name gave me chills. It felt like Jason was claiming me as his. Every motion I made was in time with him, reacting in an equal and opposite momentum. The speed of his thrusts began to approach supersonic. It seemed like he was trying to drill a hole through the back of my head, ripping through me like an old flashlight, small and brittle. I was a toy, and he was using me as such. We became a hot, sweaty mess, our skin glowing as the smell of sex coated the air.
His grip kept becoming tighter like he was trying to crush my skull in his bare hands. “Fuck, Omar. I’m getting close,” he groaned.
The gradient of his scrotum began to morph into magenta, constricting a bit. A steady stream of pre-cum coated my throat, lubricating it. Anticipating the impact, I braced myself.
“FUCK!” Jason’s moans modulated into screams, shattering the slumber of any students within a mile radius.
Streams of white-hot cum erupted down my throat. I could feel his balls bob with every pulse, forcing more semen into my mouth. I swallowed as hard as I could. It was impossible to keep it all in; it flooded all my senses. I could only smell the distinct scent of Jason’s seed. I could only see the white from whatever overflowed. I could only taste the salty and sticky sensation as he forced it down my throat. My cheeks expanded at the sheer amount he unloaded into me. All the while, his cock remained as hard as ever; nothing could bring it down.
“Oh, wow.” He exhaled, starting to calm down a bit. “You look so cute with a face full of cum. Look at your little chipmunk cheeks.”
He pinched my cheeks in an infantilizing manner. I tried to glare daggers at him, but instead, tears began to well. All of this cum was pushing me to my limits. Finally, he removed himself, slowly releasing the pressure in my mouth, a stream of sperm following him like a dam bursting. I swallowed what I could, the rest pooling on the floor between us. A drop of white welled from his tip as his cock shone, slick and sticky. It remained hard and throbbing as Jason caught his breath.
I wiped my mouth.“So…” I paused awkwardly, “I guess we’re done now.”
Jason chuckled. “Don’t you see this?”
“I was trying to ignore it.” I got up, being careful not to step into the cum puddle. “What do you suggest, then?”
I regretted asking that almost immediately, as Jason just grinned in reply. He reached his around me and grabbed my left asscheek.
I gave him a death stare. “No.”
“Yes.”
“There is no way I can take that.”
He played with me a bit more. “Are you sure about that? I know you’ve been practicing.”
“I don’t own anything as big as you. I’m not even sure a toy that size exists!” I exclaim, exasperated.
He raised one of his eyebrows mockingly, his grin not subsiding. “Didn’t you say gays are the best with dicks?”
I narrowed my eyes. “I said we were the best at head. Not,” I gestured to his dick, “this. I don’t want to do this.”
I felt his fingers crawl down my pants. “Are you sure about that?” Jason replied smugly.
His middle finger found my hole and began to force itself in. It was cold, callused, and dry, yet found no resistance in entering me. I did practice quite a bit.
“Fuck,” I moaned softly.
He pushed his finger deeper, pulling me closer to him. Our lips were hairs apart.
“Please?” He whispered.
I moaned as he got knuckle-deep. “Fine.”
“I knew you would give.”
“Shut up and fuck me already.”
“Aye, aye, captain.”
I rolled my eyes. Jason kissed me again as we shuffled towards the seating area in the corner. He pushed us down, with me falling on my back, my legs flying up; Thank God our school has cushioned benches. Jason ripped off my pants, setting my straining cock free. My hole ached with nothing inside it—I needed him. It seemed like he needed me to as he hurried to line himself up, his dick dripping with anticipation. I felt the heat from it first before I felt the swollen tip pressuring my opening. The slick head moistened my hole, preparing it for what would come next. Jason took a deep breath. “Ready?”
“I-” I paused.
I started second-guessing this: he was huge, and I wasn’t sure if I could handle it or be quiet enough for us not to get caught. If someone found us, there would be no way they wouldn’t expel us. That’d be thousands of dollars and my entire future down the drain. What would my parents say? It’s too much of a risk-
I felt his soft lips brush mine. His soft peach fuzz tickled my upper lip. I returned the kiss, opening my lips a hair, locking them together. He moved in deeper; we officially started to make out. My mind melted, enamoured by sweet he tasted. Finally, we parted. It felt like he took all of my worries with him.
“Yes,” I whispered. Jason smirked. “Yes what?”
I rolled my eyes. “You know what.”
He pressed on, “say it.”
“Please fuck me, Jason Reid.”
“Aye, aye-“
I grimaced. “Don’t you dare complete that sentence.”
Jason smiled, his eyes glinting with mischief. He lowered his head right next to my ears. I could feel his breath stagger with anticipation as I felt pressured applied to my entrance once again.
“Captain,” he whispered.
The searing heat was all I could feel. Jason’s burning hot dick stretched my hole to its limits. Either way, the white-hot pain soon took over my brain. My body melted into his hands as he embraced me, holding all ten inches inside. Our bodies pulsated, entrained to each other’s tempo. I stared into his ocean eyes, breathing alongside him to try and stifle my moans.
He gasped, “This feels amazing, Omar.”
I kissed him in reply, scared I’d yell from the mix of pain and pleasure if I opened his mouth. I felt him begin to move, gingerly removing his cock. Inch by inch, he pulled his pelvis away from mine. His head bumped against my prostate on the way out, causing me to moan through our kiss. My dick bounced in response. He kept pulling until only his tip remained within me. He broke the kiss, straightening himself. A sharp inhale was the only warning before he began to thrust. In and out, a rhythm that was so new, yet so natural. It felt right, more right than any other time before. By this time, the pain escaped me, replaced with pleasure. I could feel each ridge, each bump, each irregularity in his penis, as it forced me to meld to it. I felt like I’d never be the same; Jason’s dick would forever be a part of me.
Faster, he continued. “Oh.” He pushed. “My.” Again. “Fucking.” And again. “GOD!” And again.
Whimpers began to escape my lips as he pushed me further into ecstasy. He kept adding force, my entire body moving alongside him. My cock would slap my stomach with every propulsion, splashing against the puddle of juice built from all the teasing. The more he thrusted, the smoother Jason could slide into me as his dick kept leaking, gushing like a fountain. He stuffed me full with cock and pre that I wasn’t sure if there would even be space for the sizeable load that would follow.
As if he read my mind, Jason moaned, “I’m going to cum, baby.”
My balls were tightening, pressure building under my tip. “Me too,” I moaned under my breath, barely audibly.
One final time he retracted his entire cock, his tip barely escaping, only stopped by my hole contracting tightly, the first stages of my orgasm. Nearly instantaneously, all ten inches jammed into my stomach, his testicles hitting my asscheeks with the force of wrecking balls.
“FUCK!” We cried in unison, both ejaculating.
He forced his cum as deep into me as possible, breeding me. My semen shot me in the eye, creating ropes down my body. Inside and out, I was nothing but a cumslut, and I loved it.
“That was epic.” He exhaled, collapsing his Adonic body onto my cum-covered one.
Quizzically I replied, “epic?”
He chuckled. “Even after all of this you still can’t take a break from being snarky? What would you call it, Tolkien?”
“How about,” I paused, taking in the morning I just had. “unforgettable?”
He kissed me one more time, this one full of a bit more than lust.
“I will definitely never forget this.” He smiled.
We smiled.
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Just the late 30s neighbor next door who like to let loose on vacation [FM] [30s] [true story] [teasing] [pool] [vacation]
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Hi all!
Warning.. this is mostly setup for what happened in part 2 & 3. Sorry it’s long so needed to break it up. Still worth the read though!
I wanted to share a story from about a year ago. But first a little bit about me. I’m late 30s, wife, mom, senior leader at a company and all around very much the neighbor next door who wishes she had been a bit more wild when younger, so now I’m opening myself up to new possibilities. You can see and hear lots more about me through all my posts from the last few years.
Last year, my husband and I had the chance to get away for a long weekend without the kids. We booked a spot down in the Caribbean and a few weeks later we’re on our way.
If you’ve followed me in the past, you’ll know that vacations tend to be a moment for me to let my hair down a bit. I can’t remember if it was day two or three of the trip, but we decided to spend it lounging by the adults only pool area. It’s not a topless pool or anything, but at least no kids around. Oh, and I wasn’t wearing anything scandalous. Just a typical mom suit that had less than normal coverage in the back.
We didn’t really intend to party that day, but that first breakfast mimosa by the pool tasted so damn good so of course there was a second… and a third… which led to my first slightly scandalous act of the day… [me flashing my husband on camera.](https://imgur.com/a/uxZ2apM)
By early afternoon, my husband and I were ordering bottles of champagne (the cheap stuff!) to our spot in the pool. There were a handful of other groups doing the same who we eventually started chatting to. In one of the groups, this girl Amanda was particularly friendly. She was there with a new guy friend of hers but he was apparently being too dull and just sitting by the side of the pool silently. Amanda was roughly our same age, dark brunette hair, pretty athletic body and solid c-cup boobs, which I’ll admit, looked great in her bikini.
At one point, while she was pulling herself up out of the pool, my husband and I both looked over to check out her ass (I was curious!) and her skimpy bottoms were kinda loose and hanging to the side. There, right in front of both of us, was her freshly shaved pussy. Only saw it for a sec, but we both looked at each other in shock… and I may have reached down into the water and rubbed his dick through his shorts for fun…
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[CM/CM] MY COUSIN JORGE PT3 +18
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A few days passed and we were just as if nothing had happened. Went to the arcades, played some basketball even went to a relative's that had a pool. I personally tried my best to not pay him much attention, wouldn't want to embarrass myself, he did the same. Once at grandma's house I went into the kitchen, she was cooking something and asked me to keep an eye on it while she went to my aunts house, as she told me just wait for about 10 minutes and turn off the stove, or something like that. Didn't pay much attention because Jorge was squeezing by next to me to wash his hands, which as he passed brushed my ass with his hand. Grandma then left And as soon as she walked out. This Bastard grabbed my by the waist and pulled me close to him. He then started to grind against my ass. He was wearing bermudas I was wearing basketball shorts. At first I was like, what the fuck!? He then said, been wanting to do this for some time now. He started to slide his hands under my Tshirt, I still was like what the fuck!? Pinched my nipples and caressed my chest then got really close to my ear and said remember when we came here? That's when I lost it, I started to get hard, with one hand I reached over and grabbed his lower back as he kept grinding and with my other Stroked my dick over my shorts. He then asked me, want me to give it a kiss? I turned around as he dropped to his knees, pulled my shorts and underwear almost all the way down and said there you are! I grabbed him by the hair and proceeded to fuck his mouth, he struggled a little even gagged. But that didn't stop me, I knew we didn't have much time, he reached up to my face gave me two fingers I instinctively knew what for. I licked them As I face fucked him mercilessly he proceeded to stick them in my ass with the same energy, and in no time I was cumming in his mouth, every time I thrusted and came he stuck his fingers deeper. I pulled out, he kept swallowing whatever was left inside his mouth, with his fingers still inside my ass I pulled him close and slapped him with my dick. Then we heard the front gate, he got up washed his hands and face, and I got dressed.
The day continued uneventful then night came, I took a shower "before bed" put on the underwear he wanted me to, and went to bed on just those. I waited for a while but then started drifting, then suddenly I felt hands feeling, groping and pulling my underwear down. I did nothing just position myself more accessible, For him.
As soon as he took them off I spreaded my legs, he got right between them and opened my ass cheeks and proceeded to lick and tongue fuck me. I was going crazy, after some time, which seemed like forever I got up sat him on the edge of the bed, got on my knees and pulled out his cock, he tried to do the same as i did to him earlier, but no. I needed him hard, not to cum. Started by giving him a little jerk to get him going, then slowly lightly caressing the head with my lips, I then slid deeper tasting a little pre cum and feeling out the veins staring to pop. I looked up at him, and asked if he still wanted to fuck my ass? Hell yeah he replied, we got up, I got on all fours in my bed and stuck my ass out, he spat on it making me arch my back and give out a small moan. He then ran his penis up and down my Crack. I couldn't belive it was happening, as I prepared mentally suddenly I felt a sharp pain. This Dumbass just tried to stick it in, I slid to the side and gave him a look that could have shut down the whole situation down. We needed to keep the noise down, grandma was across the living room, I then spat on my hand and tried to lube up more, I was going to need it, I reached from under, grabbed him and guided his member to my expecting asshole, I pushed a little trying to get the head in place, the started to push it in more little by little contracting my asshole as the tip slided out then quickly tried to drive it in further with each thrust, when suddenly I felt a "pop" and the head was in, chills ran down my back. Jorge grabbed me by the waist and started going at it, slow at first but as soon he was all the way in which didn't take long, he just went crazy. We tried to keep quiet, but it was really hard, as he pumped me silly he caressed my back, grabbed my asscheeks, played with my chest and nipples and jerked me furiously, I then raised my upper body and used my legs to lock and pull him closer, he could still move to fuck me but not move away, he then said I'm cumming, I pulled him out then turned around and told him to cum on my dick, he grinned and started to jerk to Completion didn't take long, as I saw him squirm, roll his eyes up and open his mouth, he started jizzing all over my dick, the feeling was amazing. I waited for him to finish then I got up my dick covered in cum and started jerking right in front of his still hard cock, Everything that just had happened had me just reacting. And then I came for what it seemed like forever on his stomach, groin, dick and balls, they were mine now, sweaty shaky and still horny I grabbed a shirt to wipe it off, I tried to continue fooling around but we heard noise, Jorge got dressed I just covered myself with a blanket, as he was fixing to leave I asked if he liked it? Jorge reached around inside the blanket straight to my ass and stuck two fingers once again, I moaned, he replied, don't temp me or I'll fuck you so hard grandma will sure catch us.
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[M/S] I am very attracted to my sons. Update 376. Don't wake your brother.
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Putting down a book and stretching in a deck chair poolside, I decided it was time to go to bed. Upon walking into the house, I noticed the living room was dimly lit and I could hear a soft snoring. Partrick had fallen asleep sitting up and Michael was inches from him and mindlessly staring at his phone. Standing in only a coral bikini, I licked my lips and prepared to take what was rightfully fine.
I strode barefoot into the room and smiled fiendishly at my younger boy. Without a sound, I knelt before him and pulled his thick and lengthy member out and took it in my mouth.
"Mom...he'll wake up...can we go to another room?" Michael uttered nervously.
I stood enough to bring my face in front of his, still holding his dick and whispered, "Fine. If you don't want it, I'll just go to bed."
With that, I let go of him and began to turn around.
"No, no, no. Please Mom. Please, I want it. Please mom." He declared, trying to speak as quietly as possible.
I returned to my knees to give him a motherly sucking. The whole time, I wondered what would happen if Patrick did wake up. Patrick has no idea how large his younger brother's penis is. Patrick is much bigger and stronger than Michael, but Michael's cock dwarfs his own.
It collided with the back of my throat and stretched my jaw as he placed a throw pillow over his own face to muffle his sounds of pleasure. That only served to motivate me to suck him with more passion and wanton desire.
My soft manicured hand wrapped around it and gave it an unassailable squeeze. My free hand yanked the pillow from his grasp to force him to watch his wicked mother give him oral pleasure.
I looked up and saw him glance at Patrick anxiously, obviously afraid he would wake up. Mommy grinned and waved that big dick at my sleeping older son before quietly giggling and continuing my maternal activity.
His unyielding member twitched and swelled even more before it erupted its hot payload into my mouth and throat. I stood, my mouth still filled with my son's cum and watched him catch his breath while trying not to make a sound.
Michael saw me smirk and then I loudly gargled his seed before swallowing it and walking away and laughing to myself. His expression was priceless as it was a mix of euphoria and tense fear. Patrick never woke while I was in the room and Michael spent the night in my bed.
**My sons are 22 and 27. I cannot help you seduce your mom.**
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[F/d] I Fucked My Dad's Morning Wood, Now He Won't Talk To Me -update- He Came Inside Me On Thanksgiving
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I haven't posted in months and you can read my previous posts. I'm not going to summarize or really go into what has already been explained.
My dad's heart condition has improved GREATLY. He's been sticking to his diet, medicine, and workouts. His last MRI showed so much recovery. I thought he would need a heart transplant at some point but recently he doesn't have to wear his heart monitor at all times anymore. I'm really happy for it. It really warms my heart to see my dad be strong again. I used to have to help him up the stairs or lift up heavy items for him. He's doing so much better.
Our sex life has been pretty routine and I think we are more or less just accepted that this is what we are now. I still feel like I am fucking my dad and that will never go away but it just feels normal to me. Our relationship hasn't changed because we were sleeping in the same bed before this so sex is just added. He's on less meds now so his sex drive is higher. He'll ask me for middle of the day blowjobs and I always oblige. He's not fully there so there are some days he just isn't interested in sex. Or he'll be interested in sex but he just isn't hard. I've given him a blowjob and he was only maybe about 2/3 of the way hard. I've seen and made him fully erect before so I know the difference. I feel accomplished when he isn't all the way there and I'm sucking him or fucking and I feel him get bigger inside of me. We've been taking it pretty far and I'm more comfortable around him than I have ever been around a sexual partner. I walk around naked am just okay with a lot of casual sexual contact. Sometime I'll just be around and he gets behind me and gets on his knees and eats me out from behind.
This post won't be very long but I wanted to say that we had amazing sex on Thanksgiving. I'm on a form of bc now I was planning for this. We hosted the meal but me and my grandmother and aunts made the food. It felt adventurous having other people around. Catching eyes with my dad and nobody but us knowing what it means was great. Sometimes we'd sneak off to the bathroom or my room to make out or mess around. He fingered me on his bed while my aunt was knocking on the door and it was such a rush. The door was locked and we had no possibility of getting caught but hearing him say that he'd be down soon while his fingers were inside me and I'm trying to be quiet was just exciting.
Before dinner we went to my bed and bent me over and fucked me from behind on the bed. It was just so raw. No protection this time I just felt him fully inside me. He just pulled down his pants and put it in. There was no kind of foreplay because we were in a rush but I was excited because we'd been sexual before in the day. He fucked me from behind and grabbed my ass. He leaned forward and kissed me on the back and on my cheek. Sex was great but just seeing my dad so lively almost made me want to cry. Like I was enjoying getting fucked but I was also just thinking about how healthy he is compared to how he has been. He came inside of me with so much force and kind of fell forward onto my back and like laid on top of me and kissed my neck and just felt my sides everywhere. We made out some more for a few more minutes. I really like our sex because it is intimate. It's not just in and out we kiss and we hold each other. He holds me close and it's everything I want. He is more than a friend with benefits but it's not romantic. I've been romantic and this isn't it. It's a new connection that I don't think has really been explained or documented. I think romance between family members can happen but is just different. It's like he is my dad but more. It's a new way to show that you love and care about each other. I don't think everyone should partake but for me it feels like I love my dad so of course I want to make his whole body and soul feel amazing and I can do this with him as much as I want.
We ate dinner with my family after and then we slept in the same bed cuddling all night :)
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[B/s] Been sneaking around with my sister while my mom is fixing her relationship with her longtime boyfriend/husband.
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It’s been close to 2 months since my last post and some several things have happened.
Not sure if I can post big and get a little more specific because somehow with Reddit rules (hasn’t changed since)
Anyway, as I’ve said before, I had sex with my sister and weeks later with my mom.
If you don’t got the entire backstory, just check my profile and catch up.
My mom and I went to Las Vegas with some of my other siblings as a getaway trip.
Early in the vacation, my mom confessed that she wanted to fix her relationship with her boyfriend and that she had enjoyed our sexual adventure but that it was time to go back to normal before we got busted by someone else in the family and that we could end it all in Vegas if possible. Something about it not being right no matter how badly we were enjoying it. I of course obliged. She even asked me if I was still having sex with my sister but I wasn’t, so I was definitely horny the entire trip.
I told my mom it was better that my sister doesn’t know about our sexual fling even though my mom was completely cool with me having had sex with both of them already.
I’ll be honest, it was definitely tough getting the hotel room just for me and my mom because my siblings were never all together. Not added to that, my nieces and nephews were around too. But we finally had sex when we learned that my siblings were out in the pool and the kids were by the arcade.
My mom told my siblings that she forgot her purse in the hotel and needed me to help her find her way to it, so we both went upstairs.
We got to the hotel room and my mom quickly pulled down her underwear and we did it doggystyle in the bedroom. It was easy for us to get to business because she had a t-shirt dress and sandals.
The second time we had sex was at night in the car we rented out for the day. It was our last day there and we were going to pick up the kids to go to the circus but it was our only time alone so we took advantage of it and pulled into an alley. My mom never got on top but this time she had to and she wanted to for the sake of it being our last time having sex. And wow my mom sure as heck knows how to do deep & low squats on me. I felt so proud at the moment and thankfully we didn’t use any condoms at all. Both incidents we had I nutted inside her. It was awesome knowing my mom had my cum inside her while she was out in public with my siblings.
During our flight back home, my mom and I spoke and promised each other that this hookup does not ever come to light.
While my mom and her boyfriend fix their relationship, ima try to see what’s up with my sister.
My mom did say if her relationship does not get fixed, she will reconsider our sexual duties.
I wanna post more but Reddit is trippin about my post sizes.
They don’t even reply to my messages so oh well.
So if I don’t seem too informative about my post this is exactly why.
Until the next one , perhaps
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Stories from my life chapter 1 [M35/F41] [oral] [riding] [long] [fiction]
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I woke up a few weeks ago to water in my basement, something no homeowner should ever want to happen. It's been snowing and raining lots, my backyard has basically been a pond for the last month. After cleaning up the basement and pulling up the carpet, a few friends that were helping me went to the backyard to see what we could do about the water back there. We eventually traced the water to a pipe that was broken behind my fence in my backyard. It was draining all the water from a retention pond a few blocks away, right into my backyard. We made a few phone calls and eventually had the fire department out to look at the pipe.
After the fire department left, I was sitting down to rest when my doorbell went off. I quickly answered the door to see my next door neighbor standing there. We started to talk and she told me that her husband and her woke up to six inches of water in their basement and had been trying to clear it since midnight. I told her my thoughts about the broken pipe behind our houses and she wanted to help look into getting it fixed. We agreed to exchange phone numbers to keep in touch.
"I'm sorry," I told her, "I know I've lived next to you for a few years now, but I cannot remember your name."
She responded, "it's Melanie. And yours is?"
"Daniel."
"Awesome," Melanie responded, "let me know if you find anything out."
We said our goodbyes and I got back to work on my flooded yard and basement.
I stayed home from work the next day, still trying to track down the owner of the pipe and to keep an eye on my basement. I texted Melanie after I got ready for the day and said, "hey, how was your night? Any more flooding?" She replied back, "a tiny amount got in again. Thimk we will be OK." I responded, "damn! That stinks. Do you need anything? A heater? Food? A place to do laundry?"
Melanie sent back a text saying, "actually, I might take you up on that laundry offer. I'll let you know."
A few hours later, she texted me again to say, "hey, is your washing machine free? I have one load of laundry to do." I quickly said that it was and to bring it on over. I met her at my door a few minutes later, to let her in, and showed her to my laundry room.
As she put the laundry in, I started to admire her body. Standing just under five feet tall, Melanie was in her early forties, had a pretty, round face, with blonde hair that was cut just above her shoulders. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, showing off her beautiful hazel eyes, with just a hint of make up around them. I watched her bend over to pick up some clothes, her ass looking good in a pair of black leggings. As she turned around, I think she caught me staring, my eyes lingering on her chest before going up to her eyes.
When Melanie had finished putting in her laundry, I helped her start the machine before walking back upstairs. I told her, "you're more than welcome to hang out here if you want, or I can change your laundry our, or let you know when it's done." "Actually, if I could hang out here and wait to at least put it in the dryer, that would be awesome. My kids are at school and my husband is at work, so it would be nice to get out of my house for a bit."
"I feel like I should find some way to repay you for letting me use your washing machine," Melanie said as we settled down into my living room. I told her it was no problem, I was glad to help out, and finally get to know my neighbors. She replied back, "how about a blowjob?"
I sat back with my mouth opened, not sure how to respond. I watched as Melanie got up from the couch, kneeling in front of me. She reached out for my jeans, undoing the buttons on them as she said, "unless you said different, I'll take that as a yes." I slowly lift my butt off the couch as she pulled my jeans and boxers off, my soft cock coming into view. She looked up at me with her hazel eyes, staring into my eyes as her hand wrapped around me, slowly starting to jack me off. As I grew harder, she bent over, flicking her tongue out and licking up and down my shaft.
When I was at my full six inches, Melanie leaned back on her heels, her small hand barely able to wrap around my thick cock, but she kept rubbing it up and down. She looked at me and said, "I saw you checking me out downstairs. If I had known that this was waiting for me, I would have jumped you down there." She took the tip of my cock into her mouth, looked me in the eyes again, and slide down my shaft, my cock hitting the back of her throat.
She begun to bob her head up and down, her tongue licking the underside of my shaft, her hand gripping my balls, softly squeezing them. I placed my hand on the back of her head, softly helping to guide her along. As I felt her lips moving on my cock, I leaned my head back against the couch, little moans escaping from my lips.
She popped her mouth off after a few minutes, her hand taking over to continue to rub me, and said, "are you still not wanting me to repay you for helping me?" I laughed and said, "is there anything else I can help you with? I'll do anything if this is how you repay people."
Melanie smiled at me and said, "there is one more thing you can help me with." I asked her what it was and she said, "fuck me. Hard."
Quickly pulling off my shirt, I helped her to her feet, her grip on my cock never letting go and I reached out for her hips, pulling the blonde woman closer to me. I leaned up, my lips touching her, our tongues quickly swirling together. I hooked my fingers into the hem of her leggings and pulled them down, Melanie kicking them off when they reached her ankles. I moved my hands over to her ass, grabbing her cheeks with them, squeezing them as I pulled her on top of me. She finally let go of my cock as she wrapped her hands around my neck, continuing to kiss me. I could feel the warmth of her pussy through her tiny, purple thong, as my hips pressed my cock up towards her and her hips begun to move, rocking her back and forth on my lap.
I moved my hands around to her lower back, rubbing it softly before moving to the bottom of her shirt. She lifted her hands up above her head, breaking our kiss as I pulled her shirt up and off her, tossing it on top of her leggings. Underneath her shirt was black bra and Melanie reached behind her back, unhooked the bra, and pulled it down her arms. I leaned back, watching as she revealed her breasts to me. Even with her being just under five feet tall, her breasts were decent sized, at least a B cup, if not a C cup. Her nipples were poking out, and she quickly grabbed my head, bringing my mouth closer to her left nipple.
I closed my lips around her nipple, swirling my tongue around it. "God, yes, suck on my tits. Yes!" Melanie moaned out as I started to switch between her breasts, using my tongue to lick her nipples, then sucking them into my mouth. Whatever nipple I wasn't sucking on, I had my hand wrapped around it, squeezing the breasts and pinching her nipples.
As I played with her breasts, Melanie kept rocking her hips back and forth on me, my cock trying to push past her thong and into her wet pussy. Still sucking on her nipples, I moved my hands down her stomach to her waist, grabbing at her thong and trying to pull it down. Instead of helping, Melanie said, "just rip it off and get you inside me. Now!" I did as she said, pulling the sides of her thong until they ripped apart and tossed the ripped thong on top of the rest of her close.
She reached down, holding my cock steady as she slide me inside her pussy. I barely caught a glimpse of a tiny amount of her above her pussy before she had wrapped her arms back around my neck and was rocking her hips on me, this time sliding my cock in and out of her. I had just enough time to wrap my arms around her back to keep her from falling off before she was moving as fast as she could, her moans filling the living room.
I was pushing my hips up into her, meeting her as her tiny body rode my cock, her breasts bouncing against my chest. I moved my hand down to ass, grabbing it as our bodies moved as one, her bouncing up and down, me pushing off the couch, trying to get as deep as I could in her.
I felt her pussy clinch against my dick, her juices flooding out of her as she orgasmed, Melanie threw her head back, moaning even louder. I pushed up into her one last time, my cum shooting out of my cock as my own orgasm washed over me. I kept pumping my hips up and down, her pussy squeezing every last drop out of me.
When we were done, she leaned into my chest, our mouths breathing heavy against each other's neck. She lifted her head up, kissing my lips, in a soft, passionate, embrace before she climbed off me.
Melanie started to grab her clothes, putting on her bra, then her shirt. She picked up her ripped thong, throwing it on me, as she put her leggings back on. She looked at me and said, "you better throw those away before your girlfriend sees them." I laughed as I started to get dressed, and said, "I don't have a girlfriend, so no worries there."
"Good," Melanie responded, "because, technically, I just fucked you hard, and I had asked you to fuck me hard."
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Becoming a Bull for a Cuck Couple [FM] [Cuckold]
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It had been awhile since I'd engaged in some NSFW activities, and a few weeks ago I was starting to get a bit of a kinky itch that needed scratching. That led me to Feeld, an interesting little app where people tend to be more inclined towards kink-related dating and hookups. That led me to a couple that I'll call Christina and Joey, who were very up front that they were looking for a bull. They also specified in their profile that the husband wanted to be involved in some way, shape or form, so their chosen bull would need to be comfortable with some bi aspects, and that they wanted her to be creampied. Bi stuff isn't really my thing, but I'm willing to be somewhat flexible, and I certainly didn't have a problem with the prospect of cumming inside her. After chatting back and forth with him, and then her for a couple days, we agreed to meet up for some drinks.
Once there, conversation flowed easily and we talked about work, our interests, and the shitty nature of the medical insurance industry. All very sexy stuff, I know, but we got comfortable with each other which was important. Christina is shorter than me, I'd guess about 5'7, blonde, with a very curvy figure. Big, heavy tits, a thick ass, and a pair of nice full lips that I couldn't help think dirty things about. I limited myself to one drink, as I had a suspicion about where the night was going, but after they had a few in them they took the plunge and asked what I was looking for and we talked about what they wanted out of the experience. In short, we were all on the same page and since it was getting late, they asked if I wanted to walk them to their car. Once there, Joey went to the drivers seat while Christina and I walked to the rear passenger side. "You know, its always been his fantasy for someone to fool around in the back of the car with me while he's sitting up front, would you want to do that?" She asked, while looking up at me, leaning against the car. "Absolutely" I answered, and pulled her into a kiss, while also feeling her up over the skirt she was wearing. People were walking towards us in the parking lot, so we moved things into the car.
Once there we started making out with abandon, and she didn't hesitate to shove her tongue in my mouth and I was happy to return the favor. She ended up on top of me, grinding on my crotch while I felt up her ass and pulled her hair. Before long, her skirt was halfway off and her tits were out, and I discovered that her nipples were extremely sensitive, and I was able to elicit squeals and moans from her by twisting and pinching them. After several minutes of increasingly intense making out, she slid off me and demanded that I get my cock out, which I was all too happy to do. She instantly devoured it and I was happy to discover she was an excellent cock sucker, and only paused her work to tease Joey about how nice it was to have "a real cock to suck". After getting me nice and hard she laid back across the seat and I went to work eating her pussy, which wasn't the easiest thing in the world given the cramped conditions, but I was able to compensate with my fingers, and frankly she was already extremely wet.
After several minutes I slid up to her and shoved my tongue in my mouth and told her to tell me what she wanted. "I want your cock inside me, pleaaase" she moaned in reply, and when I answered that she knew what to do, she grabbed me and guided me inside her pussy. The angle wasn't the greatest, while the car was an SUV, there still wasn't a ton of room to spread out, but we certainly made do. I fucked her slowly at first, and she moaned happily, alternating between kissing me and telling her husband how good it felt to have a real cock in her after so long. At some point, he reached back from the front seat and began rubbing his hands over my balls and ass while I penetrated his wife. It wasn't something that made too much of a difference to me one way or another, as I was focused on giving his wife long, slow, deep strokes with my cock, but it certainly turned her on when I told her what he was doing. After alternating between fucking her as hard and fast as the odd angle allowed for and slowing down to tease her, Joey asked if she wanted me to cum. She replied with an emphatic yes, and I asked her where. "Breed me, I want you to fucking breed my pussy in front of him" she answered, and that's all it took. I'd been on the edge for a while at this point, and after several more strokes I buried myself to the hilt and painted the inside of her pussy with my cum. After getting myself dressed and making out with her a bit more, she expressed that she really wanted to see me again, and then we said our goodnights.
She wasn't kidding either, we met two nights ago and yesterday she texted me telling me that she couldn't stop thinking about me and couldn't wait to do it again with more room to work with. As it turns out, she has a couple hours free this morning before she goes to work, and asked if I wanted to "come fuck her senseless" before she had to leave. Obviously I gave an enthusiastic yes, and after I hop in the shower I'll be heading over there. I'm sure I'll have more to report in the future, stay horny you perverts.
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Enjoying my flatmate's pleasure
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My flatmate (F) and I (F) never really got along, we sort of always had a relationship where there was lots of tension and it just never flowed. We rarely spent time together and went about our our lives as individuals. We didn't share food, nights in front of the TV or anything. My flatmate was the head flatmate so she took charge and she loved to tell me what to do and tell me what was done wrong, including my inability to load the dishwasher correcttly. Anyway it was a nice apartment, the rent wasn't too expensive and I just kept my head down
When I first moved in my flatmate had a boyfriend they seemed very casual about the way they acted amongst each other, and really it seemed more like a situation ship rather than two people who were truly in love with each other. After a few months I found out that they'd broken up and it was no great surprise. I was also single at the time I'd always been open to guys approaching me and occasionally going out with dates who I met through various apps.
One Friday night after a long week at work I decided that rather than go out with my friends I'd stay at home after watching Netflix and getting some takeout delivered. I went to bed around 11pm and this was quite unusual for me as I often went to my friend's houses on Friday night or partied all the way through the night. As my head hit the pillow I instantly fell asleep it was one of those weeks that just dragged on hard and I was totally exhausted.
A few hours later, my sleep was disturbed by some moaning noises. At first these noises sounded quite distant but there was a continuous rhythm to them over the next 10 minutes the rhythm and intensity of the moans increased. Being in a daised state I wasn't really aware of what was going on, but it got to the point where I could hear my flatmates headboard off the bed squeaking and ramming against the wall. There was no doubt now she was getting f\*\*\*\*\* hard. As I had this realization, I felt my body reacting to these noises. The situation caused my nipples to harden and I was starting to get wet. Involuntary my hand went down below my panties and I started playing with my clit.
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I felt like I was in another world. In a fantasy, not in my room next to my flatmate. The commotion continued and my flatmate was getting a really really good pounding, I could tell they were both thoroughly enjoying it. I would have enjoyed being on her bed receicing it too.
The escalation from moaning to screaming to her begging for it harder was absolutely exhilarating, I was so wet right now. At this point I'd never considered how thin the walls were but it felt like they were absolutely paper thin. I felt like I was there in the moment enjoying this pounding myself, my breath was short and I was nearing an orgasm. Then I heard the scream of my flatmate "I'm going to cum". This drove me over the edge and I came myself. Coming down from the orgasm I felt a massive wet patch on my bed, wow! I really needed that. I really enjoyed it. And I fell into a blissful sleep pretty soon thereafter.
The next morning I woke up pretty late, but I felt pretty good. I went out into the kitchen to grab some breakfast and my flat mate was there. It was at this point her face went completely red she didn't think I was home last night. I didn't say a word to her, it was unspoken but we both knew last night had been a very good f\*\*\*\*\*\*.
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[M/S] My mother accidentally sent me a video of herself
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English isn’t my first language, please be patient with me if you choose to read on.
A few months ago I was on my phone one evening when I received a message from my mother. It was a video message, she would often send them my way so I didn’t think much of it. I opened the message and immediately knew that something was wrong. She had recorded herself in the mirror, in her panties. She was topless, covering her breasts with her arm. I vaguely remember her saying something along the line of being a dirty girl, but most of it is a blur for me. I was in too much shock, filled with too much adrenaline to think clearly.
Before I could watch it for a second time my phone rang, it was my mother. I picked up and I guess I gave myself away by the way I said hi to her. Her first words to me were “Oh God you watched it, didn’t you?” When she apologized to me I told her to not be embarrassed. She quickly assured me that she wasn’t embarrassed about it, just sorry I had to see her like that. I was very surprised by her response.
I was curious and asked her who the video was for, when she responded with “some guy I met online” I freaked out. She explained to me that she’d met him on an adult site, I had to push her a lot before she told me which site. When she finally shared the site’s name with me I felt myself going cold, I’m on that site too. I made my account in 2020 during lock down, and I haven’t logged into it since. I imagined she did it around the same time as me, probably for the same reason. I’m living in a different country for work, I suspect we were both a little lonely at the time.
Her being on that site haunted me, I would spend hours each day after work trying to find her. It took a while but I finally succeeded. I remember how my stomach had twisted, how I hesitated to click on her profile. It stressed me out so much I felt like I was going to throw up. I opened her profile and started reading her about me section. I couldn’t believe the woman who had raised me would say things like that on her profile.
There was a list of her interests, one that stood out for me was her interest in watching guys cum. It was my primary way of making connections with other women when I had used the site during lock down. I would enter those communities, chat women up then fire up Skype. It was like a little game, I would speed up or slow down at their command, then explode for them after a countdown. I wondered if my mother ever did that, the thought of her watching a young guy like me jerk off for her made the hairs on my arms stand up.
She had a bunch of pictures on her account, no nudes though and no pictures of her face. Only a couple with her in her underwear. A few beers later I worked up the courage and sent her a friend request, telling her who I was. What followed was the two most nerve wracking days of my life waiting for her to respond. I lost sleep, wondering if I had made the biggest mistake of my life. When she finally accepted my friend request I immediately got a migraine. Back at her account she suddenly had a lot more pictures available, those that are only visible to friends.
They are mostly of her in her underwear, but two pictures stood out for me. One where she’s laying on her stomach without any panties on, her bare ass visible over her shoulder. Another where she’s doing a hand bra, with the round edges of her nipples visible between her fingers. She looked good, really good. That realization disturbed me a lot.
Speaking with her over the phone for the first time after she added me was terrifying. She never once mentioned the adult site, so I never brought it up. We ended up talking around it for a couple of minutes before ending a very awkward phone call.
I’ve gotten into pretty good shape these last few years, so I deleted all my old photos and took a bunch of new ones. I’m in my underwear for most of them, only naked in one. I made sure to cover myself up with my hand. I was overloaded with mixed emotions knowing that my own mother was going to see me like this. I oscillated between extreme excitement and extreme anxiety.
I could see her log into her account daily, but there was zero activity for nearly a week before I noticed her name in my feed. I clicked on it and gasped. My mother had posted a topless picture of herself. I stared at it in disbelief for a very long time, wondering what she was thinking by posting it. She knew I was going to see it, so I wondered if she posted it especially for me. I wondered if she was trying to communicate with me.
A sudden pain in my ball brought me back to earth. I took my cock out that day and jerked off to my mother for the first time. I came staring at her large beautiful nipples, immediately regretting it afterwards. I got drunk that night and almost cried, it felt like my life was falling apart.
Still drunk I took a picture of myself, nude and erect but lost my nerve to post it. So instead I posted a picture of my visible erection underneath my underwear. I didn’t log in again for a few days, I was too scared. I bit the bullet a couple of days ago and logged in. My mother had liked the last picture I had posted…
I’ve never been more confused in my life, I have no idea what I want from her. Please, I need some advice.
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Ruby11 Gets a Name and a New Home: Part 3 [All over 18] [M/F] [noncon] [dubcon] [sexslave] [anal]
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***This is a fictional erotic story written by me and from my point of view. You should not be reading this if you’re not of legal age, 18 in America, 21 in some other countries. My stories fall under genres such as: “BDSM, non-con, dub-con, reluctance, & consensually non-con.” This is my fantasy, with me playing the character of the prey/sub/victim, not yours. The key word here, is fantasy. I DO NOT encourage or condone failing to obtain proper and excited consent in any real-life situation. In real life, always practice kinks with consent. You are not being forced to read this, so if you choose to then be nice and enjoy. Follow me to keep up to date on all my stories & read my bio for more fun!☺️***
I woke up before the school alarm. Slowly blinking my eyes awake, the room still dark. It was graduation day. Today would be the day that I would be named & go home with the man that had made been making the visits. He seemed very strict and in many ways sadistic, but he wasn’t evil. I was thankful to at least have that. I have heard the horror stories before. Some gems go to torture homes. Some gems become glory holes. Some go to the baby farms. When the women can’t give birth anymore, they change to caretakers for the women that can. I would take a sadistic strict owner over any of that.
I got out of bed, heading to the restroom to shower. When I returned from the bathroom. I noticed the graduation outfit laid out on my bed. I walked over, picking up the plaid skirt and stepping into it. I picked up the plain white crop-top and pulled it over my head and down over my breasts. My nipples were visible through the fabric, an intentional decision by the school. I picked up the collar and slid it around my neck, not needing to look in the mirror to latch it. We had learned that in classes. The collar had no tag. Gems with owners already would get one from their owner at graduation. This will have the name my new owner picked. The other gems would get one after they were auctioned. Black platforms with a thick 5 inch heel laid in a box sitting next to where the clothes used to be. I sat on the bed, sliding my toes into the sole and wrapping the strap around my ankles.
I remained on my bed, waiting for the principal to come and grab us all for graduation. Diamond5 looked over at me “you already have an owner?” I nodded my head yes, “I believe so. He has visited twice.” She smiled, “yeah, me too. I haven’t met my owner yet. I don’t know anything about them but I was pulled into the principals office yesterday. He gave me this and said to put it in during graduation.” In her hand was a oval shaped sex toy. Likely controlled by her soon to be owner. “Well I hope your owner is decent” I told her. “Thanks, you too Ruby11.”
The doors to our room opened, in walked in a teacher. “Ruby11, you have a gift. Your owner would like for you to open it before you go to graduation.” I stood up and walked over to the teacher, taking the bag from his hands and returning to my bed. I removed the paper from the top, peeking down into the bag. Two boxes laid inside. I grabbed the first one, pulling it out and taking the top off. A shiny metal bulb laid on a satin pillow, the red ruby colored gem vibrant against the backdrop. A butt plug. Diamond5 giggled, “and I thought this was going to be difficult to wear to graduation.” I rolled my eyes at her, but not disagreeing with her point. I pulled the second box out, removing the lid. A open mouth ball gag blended in with the backdrop. I looked up, a smirk splayed on Diamond5’s face. I could feel red flushing my cheeks.
I pulled the butt plug from its box and begin to suck on it to get it wet and then bent forward and pushed the metal bulb into my asshole. The front slid in, getting bigger. The widest part of the bulb went in quickly as my asshole sucked in the plug and wrapped tightly around the thin end leaving only the red jewel showing. I showed Diamond5, who approvingly nodded. “It’s so pretty!” She gleamed at me. I sat back down, waiting for the teacher to come and grab us before putting the gag on. Diamond5 slid her egg shaped toy into her pussy and waited as well. The teacher returned a few minutes later and announced “line up” to all of us. We did so, lining up by color and then by number. I put the o-ring in my mouth, forcing my mouth wide open.
Unless their owners had kinks related to attire, most of the gems were matching me. I looked around the room, seeing the various girls that had owners done up in different costumes or contraptions. One Sapphire was wearing a bit in her mouth and had a horsetail butt plug in. Another had full goth glam going on, which with her long dark black hair was admittedly beautiful. One of the diamonds was dressed in a sheer white dress. An emerald two gems back was in full ballerina attire, including the shoes. I could help but feel bad for her, walking would be difficult.
My butt plug jewel was chafing between my ass cheeks as we all begin to walk out to the stage. The diamonds lead the group, walking onto stage. If you don’t have an owner upon walking onto the stage, you simply present your pussy and ass to the audience and then walk back to the auction room and wait. Once the ceremony was over, the buyers that had a chance to view all the non-owned gems would then proceed to the auction room to pick their gems.
The gems with owners however, walk onto stage to meet their owner. Owners then present a tag with their chosen name on it and place it on the collar. They then leave the stage together, the owner decides how. Sometimes they make their gem crawl, some walk, some even hop. I couldn’t help but wonder what my owner would want. The diamonds were done, Ruby’s were next. I was so nervous, as each Ruby crossed the stage bringing me closer to the front of the line. When Ruby9 got on stage, I could now see my owner across the stage on the other side. He waved and smiled at me. I nodded back at him, unable to smile with the gag in my mouth.
Drool had tried escaping my mouth more then once while waiting in line. I had managed to catch most of it with my hands and push it back in my mouth but there was still drool on my white shirt. It accentuated the visibility of the already see-through shirt. “Ruby11,” the host announced. I looked up, nervous and begin to walk onto the stage. The room full of various people, men and women filling every seat in the house. My owner met me half way, presenting my tag. I looked down at it, reading “Emma.” Simple, easy to remember. He clipped it onto my collar as the announcer gave a brief description of me to the crowd. “This 5’2” red head comes equipped with a round and large ass, small breasts and weighing in at just 135lbs.”
This was background noise as my owner stared at me straight in the eyes. He looked hungry. Drool begin to fall from my mouth, him grabbing my arm as I attempted to reach up and stop it. The drool fell out onto my shirt, completely soaking my right nipple into view. I looked down, my face blushing with nervousness as I looked out into the crowd at people enjoying the view. I looked up at my owner again, who was gleaming with pride as the crowd took in what was his. He took me by surprise and spanked me, making me jump a tiny bit as he ordered me to walk off the stage. I did as I was told, exiting off the opposite side that I had entered.
He took my hand, holding it “I want to make sure you don’t get lost, hold daddy’s hand little Emma.” I followed closely behind him, still gagged and plugged, as he lead me outside to the parking lot. We stopped at a vehicle, black with tinted windows. The large SUV was already running, as we stepped into the back seat together. Once the door was closed, the driver begin taking us out of the parking lot. I turned and looked at the man that now owned me, his gaze already on me. “You’re very pretty” he said to me, his tone dark. I couldn’t respond, the gag preventing me from forming words. Nervous, I nodded at him.
“Present your ass to me” he said sternly. I moved from a seated position to placing my knees on the seat, feet facing him and my face against the window. “Good girl” he said, as though I had any other option. His fingers slid into my pussy. I took note of how wet I was, frustrated at this. “I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself” he said, pausing for a second vectors he continued, “because you’re going to have a very specific use in my home and it will be much easier on you if you enjoy it.” I didn’t respond in any way, just remained frozen as his fingers played with my pussy.
He slinked his fingers upwards, pulling at the plug in my ass. I felt my hole stretch as he pulled back on it, the widest part exiting first. Once the plug was removed, I heard the seat crunch and the weight shift as he leaned forward and placed it in my mouth. Leaving it there, he shifted back to his seated position. I could hear the shuffling of his hands on his pants as he begin to remove them. I stared out the window, cars passing by ignorant to what was happing in the car next to them. The streetlights lining the highway passed swiftly as we continued down the highway.
His hands gripped the crease of my hips, pulling me into his lap. I could feel that he was erect beneath me. His daddy little girl kink was evident as he begin to speak to me like I was though I wasn’t an experienced adult. “What I’m going to do to you now is what daddy’s do when they love you.” I didn’t turn around, my skin crawling. “It’s going to hurt, but it’s because I own you & care about you. When someone cares about you, sometimes that can hurt.” He grabbed his cock, lifting it towards my asshole and pushing in.
I whined, feeling his cock rip my ass as he pushed in groaning. “Your little ass is so tight” he said, basically moaning this out as he picked my body up and down off of him with ease. I gripped the seat in front of me, trying not to cry as he used me. “I find you worthy of use, what do you say?” Drool had already covered the front of my shirt by now. The plug helped but it didn’t stop more from spilling out as I still tried to respond. “Tank you” I said, barely audible or understandable. “Thank you what” he said angrily. “Tank you, daddy” I said. He begin to really rail into me now, making me feel weightless and he moved my body up and down into him with ease.
He leaned forward, biting my shoulders. I groaned out, pulling away to avoid his bites. He sat me all the way down, cock fully inside me and pulled me back by my hair. “You don’t pull away from, ever” he said to me. I squinted my eyes shut, hurting. “Do you understand me?” He asked. I nodded my head up and down, crying now. He bit into my other shoulder hard, testing to see if I would move. I gritted my teeth, not moving an inch. He let go, and begin moving in and out of my ass again. He grunted as he filled my ass with cum. Thrusting one more time into me, he pulled the plug from my mouth. He quickly picked me up off of him and plugged me again leaving his cum inside of me as we pulled into a driveway.
He reached up and pulled the gag out of my mouth and placed it in his pocket. As though nothing happened he opened the door and said “we’re here.” He moved me off his lap and out of the vehicle. I stumbled, my muscles aching as I looked at the house in front of me. He walked past me and moved towards the home, expecting that I follow him. I did, walking behind him feeling my ass aching and full. He unlocked the door and let me in, leading me to my room. We approached a door, a dead bolt only able to be opened as with a key visible. He pulled a key from his pocket and placed it in the key hole lock, opening the door.
The door opened and I saw my room. No windows in the room anyway except the ceiling. A large window, that I’m assuming during the day would allow sun in. Even though it was far ok high up for me to reach, bars lined the window. My bed was fully white. The pillows, the comforter, the frame, all white. Stuffed animals covered the bed as well, a closet to the right of the bed. “Your outfits are in there. Each hanger has a full outfit, you can pick one when you wake up to wear for the day.” I remained silent. To the left of the bed, was a door.
I moved into the room farther, looking into that door. A bathroom filled the space, making it clear to me that I would be spending the majority of my time if not all, in this room. “It’s late. You should get some rest. Clean yourself up if you need to and then go to bed” he said to me, exiting the room. I heard the key turn in the lock, the space around me mentally closing in on me. I walked into the bathroom, removing the butt plug and cleaning myself up. Once clean, I threw all the stuffed animals off the bed and crawled under the covers to sleep.
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I, a straight guy (30M), gave a BJ for the first time [MM]
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I met this guy at a wedding we were both attending. We were both friends of the groom, but hadn't met before as he lives out of state. I have a girlfriend but we were both there solo, since she already had some travel plans this weekend. He and I really hit it off and didn't have a break in the conversation all night. We're both fit, chill, attractive 30 something men, both into fitness, travel, and design. I've never really been into men, but I have always had a bit of curiosity.
As we were talking more and the drinks kept flowing, I found myself more and more attracted to him. He was a couple inches taller than me, about 6'1" and definitely had about 10-20 more lbs of muscle on me, a scruffy beard and a super defined jaw. Just manly as hell. The thought of us going home together kept flashing in my head. He'd be telling me a cool travel story and BAM, I'd get a visual of myself on my knees in front of him. I knew if there was ever a chance to explore this side of me it was tonight.
As the wedding wound down we were all getting ubers to head out to the bars. I figured I'll likely never see this guy again so I should just go for it. I said something like "hey man, I think a bunch of them are going out. I'm not really feeling the bar scene right now but I'm not ready to go to bed yet. Want to come hang out and have a night cap at my place?" He responded with "definitely. I don't drink a ton anyway so that sounds way better."
I only lived about 10 minutes away from the venue but during the ride I kept strategizing how I could possibly even bring this up. I couldn't exactly tell if he was feeling something towards me too, or if that was in my head. We had several moments during the night where we held long eye contact, but that could have just been the alcohol. We got to my place and I poured us some whiskey, and then another, and the conversation was flowing just as natural as it was at the wedding. As I got up to pour a third I took my shirt off so I was just in my undershirt (a strategic move on my part). And he commented! "Damn man I knew you were fit but I didn't realize it was like that!" I laughed and responded "Please! You're just a fit. Look at your body!" We talked a bit more about workout stuff and as I came back I sat right next to him on the couch so our thighs were touching. A bold move for sure but I had to make my move, and he didn't adjust at all.
We cheers'd, took a sip, then just naturally rested my drink and hand on his knee. "Oh it's like that huh? I'm just your drink holder now??" I laughed and responded "I meannn, I feel like we bonded tonight, and I don't think you hate it." After I said that the alcohol just rushed over me, I was so nervous how he's respond. It felt like forever but he eventually said "I definitely don't hate it." I paused a second, is this really happening?? "Then I don't think you'll hate this either, as I slowly moved my arm higher up on his thigh, drink still in hand. It was so hot when he subtly spread his legs a bit, adjusting to the sensation. I looked over at him and he and I just locked eyes for a bit before I broke the silence "I was hoping we'd end up like this." He laughed, and said "honestly, same here. I knew we had a connection within a few minutes of talking to you."
That was all I needed to hear. I told him how I've always been a bit curious, and that if I ever did explore this side of me it would be with a guy like him. Then, I just went there. I set my drink down and said "and, if I'm being honest, I've been thinking about blowing you all night." I didn't wait for him to respond. I just moved my hand and started lightly rubbing his dick through his pants. He felt semi hard already, and so warm. He let out a moan as I rubbed him. I was hard as a rock. This was my dream scenario. All thoughts about this being "wrong" and doing this without my girlfriend knowing were gone.
I moved my hand up to his stomach, and chest. He was so built and his muscles were so hard, unlike anything I'd ever felt. I started unbuttoning his shirt and he put his hands on my neck and behind my head as I worked each button. Once I got his shirt undone I moved lower, unbuttoned his pants, unzipped his pants and gave them a pull. I was so excited to see him pop out! when I pulled down his briefs and watched him spring free all I could say was "oh my god." His cock was perfect. An amazing 7", perfectly trim, and he had an amazing head. I stroked him slowly, exploring the feeling of holding another man's dick in my hand for the first time. Every slow stroke he moaned, and as he got harder all I heard him say was "fuckk dude, this is exactly what I want." He was hard as a rock at this point, and I could resist anymore. I was finally doing what I'd wanted to try for a while. I looked up at him and slowly licked from the base to the tip, never breaking eye contact. It was so hot, having a genuine connection with this man, and now being free to be sexual with him. I'd never felt anything like it.
I locked my lips around him and started sucking him in the exact same way I like to be sucked. Idk how else to describe this, but it was so...powerful. As a man, I know exactly what this feels like, but it was so hot to be the one doing to blowing. It wasn't romantic, but purely sexual, and his masculine energy was so strong. And so hard. And so warm. I was consumed with sucking his cock, and I'm pretty sure he was consumed watching me suck. As I played with his balls and incorporated my hand to stroke him as he thrust in an out of my mouth, I felt him tense up. No way in hell was I stopping. I knew from the moment I touched him that I was going to swallow him.
"Fuck man you are really fucking good at that. OMG. Don't stop." His breathing picked up and I did as I was told, didn't miss a beat. I started moaning as I sucked and the vibrations from my voice pushed him over the edge. He tried to give me a warning (as if I didn't know), "Hey I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!" I kept going and gave a very assured "mmhm.." in response. It pushed the hotness to the next level and gave him permission to cum in my mouth. He flexed up and oh fuck..his body when flexed was so hard. I felt him start to pulse and still I kept sucking, up and down, stroke after stroke until he emptied himself down my throat. His cum was so warm, and honestly it tasted really good. (I liked the sticky texture!). Once he was totally finished I gave him one last good suck as he started to soften. After a minute all he could managed was "fuck you are so good at that." I told him how hot it was, and we debriefed a bit. The act was honestly so intimate. His body, his energy, the connection, everything. 10/10 would recommend The story continues but that's all I have time for now!
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“Idk they did that!” Tales from when I [M21] was dating a Virgin [F18] pt.1
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This was some time ago now when I was 21. I started seeing this girl I went to high school with right after she graduated. She was young and very new to the world of any sexual activity, we will call her Em. We had a lot of fun sexual adventures together and if interested I’ll keep posting them and others.
Em was incredibly sexy. She was a petite brunette with giant breasts. All the guys in my class wanted to fuck her. You see Em had these insanely strict parents. When she was a junior in high school she and a friend snuck out and fooled around with these boys and got caught. Em’s parents lost it and wouldn’t let her leave the house. Well until we started dating.
We were very attracted to each other in school but didn’t really get together til we ran into each other at the gym. I’ll never forget it, she was bent over this weight machine with her cute little ass up in the air. She bounced off and up to greet me, sweating dripping down her gorgeous chest. She caught me peeping but gave a shy smile. We decided to hang out and watch a movie together later but ended up just making out and grouping each other over our clothes.
I knew as hot as Em was, she was younger and I assumed inexperienced so I planned on taking it slow the first time we hung out. Em on the other hand was ready to live a little and told me she wanted to see my cock. I told her it was okay and we could wait but she just stated unzipping me and pulling me out.
I was so hard from the kissing her I could explode and I sprung out of my pants effortlessly. “Whoa” she exclaimed, grabbing me by the base of my cock and giving a slight pull. Em was happy to see my cock and was running her hands all over it. I could tell she was nervous so I laid my hand on her face and kissed her again. This caused her to tighten on my cock as I kissed her deeply.
While it felt incredible to just be touched by her I could tell something was off. A slight tug became a hard pull and I had to figure something out without thinking the mood. So I slid my hand down into hers and worked my cock with her and to the rhythm of our kissing. Things were getting really hot and heavy.
I pulled back from Ems tongue to let her know I was about to finish. I was moaning and she was going hard on me. “Oh god I’m cumming!” And much to her surprise I just explode everywhere. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know they did that” she exclaimed embarrassed. “Oh no that’s alright, you were wonderful” I offered with a kiss.
We cleaned up and cuddle and made out before she had to go home. This was the first of a few year thing so let me know if you want to hear more.
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Bagbanged [F23] [F]
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I was always a bit of a wild child. I had a rebellious streak and was always looking for a new thrill. Little did I know that I would find it in the most unexpected of places.
It all started one night when I was out partying with some friends. We had been drinking and dancing all night, and I was feeling a bit daring. When one of my friends suggested that we go to a secluded spot in the woods, I was all for it.
When we arrived, I noticed a few other people there. I didn't really recognize any of them, but I figured that it was just a bunch of people looking for some fun. Little did I know that I was about to get more than I bargained for.
Before I knew it, I was surrounded by a group of guys. They started to undress me and I felt a wave of fear wash over me. I was scared and confused, and I started to cry. One of the guys then put a paper bag over my head and tied it around my neck.
At that moment, I felt completely helpless and exposed. I was terrified, but I also felt a strange sense of excitement. I had no idea what was going to happen, but I was ready for whatever came next.
The guys then started to take turns having their way with me. I felt embarrassed, but I also felt aroused. I was scared, but I was also enjoying the experience. I had never felt anything like this before, and it was a wild and exhilarating sensation.
After the guys were finished with me, they all left. I felt relieved and a little bit embarrassed, but I also felt strangely satisfied. I had never experienced anything like that before, and it was an experience that I would never forget.
That night changed my life forever. I had never felt so alive and so free before. It was an experience that I would never forget, and it was one that I would always cherish. I had been gangbanged with a paper bag over my head, and I loved it.
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I blindly went to someone’s house the same day we met online. The dumbest most dangerous thing I’ve ever done.
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If this reminds you of a dumb thing you did, please share!
Lets go back to the 2000s, fall season in New York City. Cell phones, online chat rooms and webcams were becoming more and more popular. I was in a computer classroom during an empty slot in my schedule and I was chatting online instead of studying and I met someone online. We exchanged asl’s in the chat room and since we were hitting it off, we started private chatting. I had pictures on my profile but she did not because “I’m on my sisters computer” she said. No webcam either smh. So I asked her to describe herself. She said she was petite, long brown hair and people think she’s pretty. I thought to myself, she’s probably not pretty. Anyway we keep talking and I tell her I have to get to my next class but then she says “I don’t like being alone and my family won’t be home until about 4. Skip class and come over!” My dumb ass thinks about it for 2 seconds and I say yes! She gives me her phone number and her address which was in Spanish Harlem and I think “Hmm, that’s a dangerous neighborhood. But I can handle myself and it’s early, I’ll be home before dark.” So my dumb ass gets on the train to see a girl I met online without a picture!
I get off the train and recognize that I’m definitely in a bad neighborhood but it’s too early in the day for all the goons to be out. Only a couple here and there. I get to the address, of course it’s a project building! I pull up the antennae and I call her on my flip phone for the first time (dumb!). She buzzes me in. I head up, I knock, and someone opens the door.
Holy smokes it’s not a murderer! It’s her, and she’s fine af! I mean drop dead gorgeous. Exactly how she described. She looked exactly like “Fancy” from the Jamie Foxx show except she was the Puerto Rican version with a body like Scarlett Johansson. We sit and talk for a little while then she pulls me to her bedroom and we did it. Unprotected (dumb!). At the time I had very little experience. I was awful in bed. Mainly because I would get nervous when I was with someone for the first time, so I sorta had a middy the whole time. No climax for me and I’m pretty sure she faked hers. Afterwards we talked a bit more then I was out the door and home safely. She ghosted me afterwards. Maybe because I was awful in bed or maybe she used me for some type of internal revenge. Maybe she wanted a random pregnancy. I’ll never know.
I started realizing how dumb all of this was so I went to the doctor and my tests came back clean. But there was more stupidity to deal with. So many things could’ve gone wrong. I was so lucky that none of them did. I didn’t get killed, kidnapped, set up or robbed, no std and no early parenthood for me. In a way im lucky that I was bad in bed because that could’ve lead to trouble. I was so fortunate, I should’ve played the lottery after that.
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I [23F] made my sister's[26F] boyfriend [26M] cheat on her
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Disclaimer: All characters are over 18.
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So, this all happened last Friday night/Saturday morning. I'll try to keep it as detailed as I can.
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Some context - I, and my sister and our other siblings all live at home still. Her boyfriend stays over some weekends. This weekend just gone, our parents took our younger siblings away for the week, so it was just the 3 of us at home.
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It was a normal Friday night - I mostly kept to myself in my room while they were here. But obviously with my parents and most of my siblings gone, they were feeling extra brave, and I think they were also a bit drunk. From 11PM onwards, I could hear them fucking for at least 2 hours. Foreplay, oral, fucking, I heard it all. The walls are thin. Ashamedly, it turned me on a bit. I haven't been fucked in a while and hearing the grunting sounds her boyfriend made, especially every time he came, really got me going.
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I remember listening to her gagging while she sucked his cock. Even though she was my sister, it turned me on. I turned my lights off and I lay in my bed, naked. I rubbed my clit while I listened to him moaning and grunting, listened to her gag, and I eventually came while listening to them. I fell asleep pretty peacefully after that.
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I awoke early on Saturday morning and went for a shower. I got out and picked my phone up, noticing I had a text from my sister. "Hey - I got called into work. Please just stay in your room and don't bother Mark, okay? I'll be home at around 6PM". The text really annoyed me. What made her think I'd want anything to do with her boyfriend? She didn't mean to, but she had a way of just pissing me off. I figured it was a sister thing.
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Mark wasn't someone I was typically attracted to, but I wanted to get back at my sister. I wasn't planning on doing anything major, I just wanted to tease him a little bit.
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Still wearing my towel, I walked from my room, straight into my sister's room, without knocking. He was in her bed, awake, under the blankets. "Hey, sorry to just barge in, I'm looking for some clothes of mine that Chloe borrowed." I said, not giving him a chance to say anything.
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I pretended to rummage through her wardrobe, and took a couple of t-shirts, before turning to him. He looked a bit alarmed. I had my towel lowered slightly so he could see some of my cleavage, and noticed him looking. Perfect.
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"Do you like to stare?" I asked him, smiling. His face flushed red, clearly embarrassed.
"Sorry, I just, er, I wasn't expecting you to be... naked." He had said. "Or almost naked, anyway."
I laughed at him, shaking my head. "You don't have to be sorry. I heard you guys last night. Quite the performance, if I do say so myself." I said, and slowly stepped closer towards the bed. He looked at a loss for words.
"Can I ask you something?" I asked him, tilting my head to the side. He nodded his head.
"Do you ever think about me while you're fucking my sister?" I said, and now I sat at the edge of the bed.
His face grew redder, and I already had my answer. "Of course not!" He said, quite defensively.
"Are you *sure* about that?" I asked, and I loosened my towel, throwing it to the side of the room. I was sitting at an angle so he could only see me from the side, but he was now able to see my tits. "I like honesty, you know."
"I... Sometimes I do, yeah." He finally admitted.
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I laughed, and I thought about leaving then and there. I had teased him enough, and this was enough revenge on my sister. But I felt a warmth between my legs as I thought about him, fucking my sister but thinking about me. I repositioned onto my knees on the bed.
"Good boy. Thank you for being honest with me." I said, and I had slowly started to crawl towards him. He looked like a deer caught in headlights. "I like that you think about me." I said, pulling the duvet back from him. His cock was erect. Nothing special, but nothing bad. I'd guessed around 6 inches, and decently thick.
"I listened to you fucking her last night." I said to him, as I crawled between his legs, which he had started to slowly spread a bit wider for me. "And when I could hear her sucking your cock, I fantasised about doing it myself, and fingered myself until I came." I said, with a smirk. He still hadn't spoken since his admission.
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"Can I suck your cock?" I asked him. I could see him fighting a battle inside of his mind. He wanted to say yes, but he obviously had doubts. "I promise I won't tell my sister." I said, with a warm smile. He nodded his head, slowly.
"Thank you." I said to him, and I bent down on my arms and knees, in between his legs. I smiled up at him as I licked around the head of his cock, teasing him. There was already some precum.
"Mm." I said, and I wrapped my lips around the head, and dragged my tongue across his frenulum, which he seemed to love.
I pulled back, and I kissed down his hard cock, and started to suck his balls, using my right hand to stroke his cock. I was so fucking wet now. I hadn't been with someone for so long, and here I was, sucking off my older sister's boyfriend. I stopped jerking his cock and I moved my hands under his legs, motioning for him to put them up a bit.
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I started to lick under his balls, and noticed his back arching a little bit. I pulled back, and looked up at him. "Just stop me if you get uncomfortable, okay?" I said to him. I smiled at him and then went back to licking, and as his back arched, I took my chance, and went lower. I started to tongue his asshole and he moaned, loudly.
He twitched and grunted and my hand went to his cock while I tongue fucked his ass. I stroked him slowly while I did it, moaning against him as I felt myself dripping wet.
"I'm gonna cum." He grunted, and I let go of his cock, and pulled back.
"Not yet!" I said, shaking my head. I took a few seconds to catch my breath, and then I straddled myself over him, with a smile. "Ready?" I asked him, and he nodded his head.
He held his hard cock still and I lowered myself onto it, moaning as I felt each inch fill me. "Fuck... Fuck." I said, resting on it for a second, my eyes closed. I grabbed his hands and placed them on my tits, and I started to rock my hips on him, riding his cock.
He moaned loudly, and I knew after the blowjob and rimjob, he wouldn't be able to last long. I looked down into his eyes as I rode his cock, feeling nothing but pure lust inside of me.
"I'm... Fuck. I'm close." He said, almost sounding strained. I could tell he was trying not to cum.
"It's okay." I moaned, and I bent further forward, letting my tits rest in his face. "You can cum. Please, cum for me! Cum!" I moaned, and I rode his cock as fast as I could, feeling his hot breath against my bare skin as his load shot inside of me. "Mmmm, fuck. Good. Good boy." I moaned, running my fingers through his hair as he groaned against me. "That's my good boy." I said, and I kissed him on the forehead.
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I got off of him, and he lay there, panting. As I stood up, I could feel his cum, mixed with my own juices, dripping down my thighs. "I need to shower again." I said, with a sigh. I looked towards him, and smiled. "Thanks for letting me do that. I'll see you later." I said, and I walked out of the room.
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We haven't spoken since. Like my sister requested, I left him alone after that, and he left early on Sunday. I don't think she suspects anything, as everything has been normal since that day. I don't think I'll ever fuck Mark again, but I was glad I could get my own back on my sister.
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Kendra Will Do Anything For Her Wealthy Patron p5 (M45/F22)(MF) (escort) (interracial) (big tits)
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It was a while before Bella and Kendra separated from their sticky and sweaty embrace. Kendra was a little punch drunk as she accepted her drink, still tingling with pleasure, but the seductively wicked Bella popped up, proud of her performance and her orgasms. Kendra nakedly sprawled on the couch as Bella downed her tequila and was walked to her Uber by Kendra’s patron.
When he returned to the suite, Kendra had recovered enough to propose a nightcap, leading him to the bedroom where he feasted on her sensual, porcelain body until they fell asleep.
Kendra woke alone in the sun splashed suite. Her body was sore and aching from her exploits the previous day. She removed the cover and lightly touched herself, thinking of her patron. Past patrons might go a couple rounds over their time with her, but his performance and appetite surprised her. Unable to fight the sexual hunger her thoughts reawakened, she searched for the man, finding him reclined in the balcony, reading from his tablet.
Fully naked, she stepped out onto the balcony. He admired her beautiful body, with the late morning sun making her shine. “Kendra, how do you feel?”
“Amazing,” she said, sidling over to the edge and stretching, letting him drink in her luminescent curves. “I slept so well. That bed was wonderful. Everything before that was pretty good too.” She winked.
He smiled. “I thought I’d let you sleep after everything you did last night. You were completely mindblowing. I admit I hoped you’d wake up before my time ran out for one more taste.” Kendra bit her lip seductively. “Either way, you’ve more than earned your reward, which I transferred to you an hour ago.”
She leaned over, seeing confirmation of the money transfer and carefully pressing against him. “Yes, your time is up.. but you still have a bit before you leave for the airport. I wouldn’t want you to be lonely.” She kissed him on his ear and whispered seductively, “how about a little bonus fun, free of charge?”
Before he could respond, Kendra smothered him between her massive tits and climbed onto his lap. Sensing her closeness, his cock immediately grew rock hard, poking her hips as its owner licked and sucked her tits. Kendra adjusted, freeing a hand to stroke his cock, the excitement riding inside her.
“Should we head back inside,” he asked from between her tits. “Nah, The Sun feels good and I want the people on the street to hear how good you’re fucking me.” Kendra briefly climbed off to undress her patron before returning to his lap and straddling his throbbing shaft. “Oh fuck,” she cried as she inched down, his manhood stretching open her sore and quivering slit. Tired and used as her hole was, it hungrily opened to accept the deep probe.
Their moans of pleasure sang over the seaside breeze, surely audible on the balconies below, but Kendra didn’t care as she arched her back and gave over to the first climax of the morning. She fell to her knees before him, opening her mouth wide and found him truly in the spirit of unabashed pleasure when loudly moaned as she accepted him between her soft, wet lips. While she bobbed, Kendra stroked the base of his impressive cock and massaged his balls, eliciting louder and louder moans, until with a shouted, “FUCK” he erupted into her mouth, which Kendra demonically accepted without breaking her pace. She only relented when the overwhelming pleasure caused him to quake with every bob and stroke.
Sitting back in her heels, she said, “I’ll give you a second to recover, but I need to be bent over the balcony and pounded like the dirty slut that I am.” Like triggering a magic password, the man sprung into action. Still sporting a steel rod, he grabbed her by her hair and led her to the railing. She grabbed with both hands as the man roughly bent her at the waist and grabbed her hips.
In moments, Kendra was getting plowed and she hung onto the railing for stability as her legs swayed and her body trembled in pleasure. “You love this, do you! You are a perfect fucking nympho!” He screamed as he pounded her puffy and perfect pussy. Between gasps and moans, Kendra stammered out, “I fucking love your big cock! Use my holes however you want. Their wet and willing for you!”
From the bedroom, they could hear the phone ringing, presumably noise complaints, but they loudly and passionately stayed in their sunsplashed balcony while their lust for each other crashed into each other and crested over and over. Kendra’s mind had gone numb, knowing little beyond how good the man’s cock felt thrusting into her and the man’s rough and passionate treatment of her body, only truly registering as he exploded once again, this time inside her.
Kendra thought she was getting a moment of reprieve, but her patron was unrelenting. “More?” He asked, and Kendra panted, “please! Whatever you want!” He laughed and lifted her up, carrying her inside to the bed where they’d spend the rest of his trip.
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Bad Decisions: Part Four 21+ [F36/M44] [Straight Sex] [Cleavage] [Busty] [Huge Boobs] [Oral Sex] [Cleavage] [Curvy Woman]
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Chapter Four: Open Minds
"What the hell?" I said as my phone chirped. As I was sitting at my desk at work.
It was a notification from my alarm app someone was at my house. I looked at the camera view and saw a black man walking up to my front door. I hadn't ordered anything,
"Can I help you?" I asked through the talk button of the app as he got closer to the door.
"Jesse sent me to do your deck," the man said. "Name's Andrew."
Jesse never gave me a name. He just said someone would be coming around. "Hold on," I said.
"Be right here," Andrew replied.
I sent a text to Jacob to ask Jesse about the guy at my door, I didn't have Jesse's number, and I didn't want it.
'All good, Jesse said he's the person,' Jacob texted me back quickly.
He must have been near Jesse, or Jesse was at their house.
"Fine," I said.
"Okay, I will get started," Andrew said.
I turned the view to the back camera and saw Andrew with his tools starting to tear down the deck.
"What's going on?" Charles asked as he looked at my phone.
"The guy is taking down the deck," I said.
"Ah, Andrew!" Charles said.
"You know him?" I asked.
"Yeah, he did some great work in our backyard, gave us a barbecue pit and a stone fire stove, it was great work," Charles said. "Took him a while, but it was well worth it."
I nodded and set my phone on the desk. So, that I could see what he was doing.
"You've got that look," Charles said as he stared down at me.
"What look?" I asked.
"You know very well what look, what's on your mind," Charles said as he sat down.
"It's nothing, just thinking about my parents," I said.
Charles knew my parents very well. He had gone to school with them, he was practically my godfather, so I confided in him a lot.
"Ah," Charles said. "They would have a fit," he smiled.
To say my parents were racist was like saying water was wet. I heard more names for other ethnic groups come out of their mouths than I heard my name.
"Glad you're not like that," Charles said.
I was for a long time. I always made racial jokes or snide comments. That was until Darold was born. All of that changed the moment I held that baby in my arms. His tiny hand gripped my finger, and everything I thought vanished at that moment.
Sure, I slipped now and then, but I was a changed person for the most part.
"No, the fuck you're not!" Katie said as she laughed at me.
"I am!" I said as we talked on the phone at my lunch break.
"Excuse me," Katie said. "How about the time the guy cut you off when we went to the restaurant, two weeks ago?"
"I didn't mean it," I said, shaking my head. I had called him the N-word, but I was angry, and he had cut me off.
"The Chinese guy at the restaurant?" Katie asked.
"It's only polite to talk in English, when someone asks you a question," I shrugged.
"We were in a Chinese restaurant!" Katie said. "And he was talking to one of the other staff members."
"In America!" I replied. "And I was the one that asked the question!"
Katie went on to say a few more times that I had gone off the rails as she would say.
"I just have different views, they aren't that bad," I said.
"You have an opinion," Katie corrected me. "Anyone you don't know completely is bad and will stay on your alert list until they prove otherwise," Katie nodded.
"Doesn't everyone do that?" I asked.
"Yes, and no," Katie said. "Most of us do it for everyone, you do it with mostly ethnic groups," Katie sighed.
"I do not," I said.
"Who is Clayton interested in, right now?" Katie asked.
"Easy the blonde girl in his school with the curly hair," I nodded.
"Wrong," Katie said. "Try again."
"No," I said as I remembered he pointed her out a few times. "She's the short girl with the curly blonde hair, she wears a lot of yellow."
"Nope," Katie said.
I got angry and video called her. She answered, and I saw that she was in her office at the residential home.
"What are you talking about?" I asked. "He pointed to her, and said she was cute," I said.
"Yes, that's Shelly, Nick and Danelle's girl, but no he isn't interested in her, he told me he pointed her out to you because you asked why he was smiling all the time," Katie said.
"Okay, so who is it?" I asked.
"Hispanic girl, named Helena," Katie said.
"What?" I asked. "Who the fuck is Helena?"
"See," Katie said.
"No, nothing to do with her being Hispanic or whatever, I don't know who she is," I said.
"Long black hair, wears jeans and always near your son," Katie said.
"Doesn't ring a bell," I said. "Wait," I said as I remembered a girl at the water park. "Her hair is really dark black, like oily black. Taller than Clayton?"
"That's her," Katie nodded.
"Why didn't he tell me?" I asked.
"Alyssa was the one that told me, then he told me afterwards," Katie said.
"Alyssa knows?" I shouted.
"You should be asking Clayton, why he is scared to tell you," Katie said.
I felt a pit in my stomach for the rest of the day. My son was scared to tell me something. That didn't sit right with me at all.
'Can I pick up Clayton from school?' I texted Jacob.
'Have to ask Alyssa, she is taking him to football practice,' Jacob replied.
'Fuck me,' I thought as I scrolled to Alyssa's name.
'Can I pick up Clayton, I need to talk to him, I can bring him to the field,' I sent.
'Sure, I will pick up his gear and meet you there,' Alyssa replied.
No doubt Jacob had talked to her first, or she would have said something else.
I got out of work early and waited in the long line of cars to pick up the kids. I saw Clayton and Darold. Sure enough, there she was, a tall Hispanic girl with them. She was there with a black girl. All four of them were talking and smiling.
When I pulled up, the two girls looked like they had seen a ghost and took off.
"Where's Alyssa?" Clayton said as he climbed into the back seat. Darold waved as I knew Katie's mother was picking him up as usual.
"I needed to talk to you," I said as I watched him buckle his seat belt.
"Okay," Clayton nodded.
"So, who's the two girls?" I asked.
"Just some friends," Clayton said.
"Clayton," I said in my stern voice. "Who are the two girls?"
"You're just going to get mad," Clayton replied.
"I will get even more mad if you don't tell me," I said, looking back at him.
"Jessica and Helena," Clayton sighed.
"Friends?" I asked.
"Yes," Clayton said with a smile.
I smiled back at him. "See not mad," I said. "Which one do you like?" I asked.
"Helena," Clayton said with an even bigger smile.
I knew it was the usual innocent girl/boy crushes at this stage. She probably did something he liked, or they both enjoyed each other's company.
"The dark haired one?" I asked.
"Yes," Clayton nodded. "Darold likes Jessica," he said.
I nodded. "See, not that hard," I shrugged.
"Didn't know how you would take it," Clayton said.
I pulled the car over and looked back at him. "There is nothing you can say that will make me mad at you, do you understand?"
Clayton nodded.
"Nothing, as long as it's the truth, I will stand right beside you," I told him.
"It's just that I know how grandpa and grandma were, and I thought you would be the same," Clayton admitted.
"Well, they are both dead and buried," I said as I pulled the car back onto the road. "And I am nothing like them."
I dropped Clayton off at the field and waved at Alyssa as I pulled away.
"It's understandable," Katie said as I went to her house.
Darold was outside playing with their dog while we talked on the deck.
"How so?" I asked.
"You were like them for a while," Katie said.
"I was not, as bad as them," I shook my head.
"You have said some pretty bad things about many people of color," Katie said. "And don't forget how you reacted when I told you that Darold's father was a black guy."
"I didn't react that badly," I said.
"You said it was typical, and that they are all like that," Katie said.
"Well, I wasn't wrong," I replied.
"Oh really?" Katie said. "How many kids does Hank have and take care of?"
"Hank is Hank," I shrugged. "Any woman that…."
I stopped as she looked at me. "Got me there," I nodded.
Hank had at least four kids that I knew of, and as I knew he liked to go anywhere and everywhere on his bike, I was sure there were many more out there. He hated using protection, and he never pulled out.
"Okay, I was about to say it's okay for him to do it, but no one else," Katie said. "What about Jeff?"
"You made your point," I said, shaking my head.
Jeff was the owner of the bar. He had cheated on Alice, his now ex-wife. Jeff bounced when the mistress announced she was pregnant, leaving them both high and dry. He ran things through his brother Trevor.
"Okay, because I can say at least four more names, if you want me to?" Katie said.
"No, it's okay," I nodded my defeat.
"It's a lot of men and women of all ethnicity and backgrounds, that leave their kids. If they all stayed and be actual parents there would be a lot less kids in foster care," Katie said.
"But doesn't it make you mad?" I asked. "It's his kid?"
"Why should he have stayed?" Katie asked. "We weren't dating, we weren't serious, it was a second date that went too far. We had a lot to drink, and things got carried away, we used protection and it happened, end of story."
I looked at her. She said it so simply.
"What?" Katie asked.
"Nothing," I shook my head.
"Why did I date a black guy?" Katie asked. "You've had that look on your face, every time we talk about it."
"None of my business," I shook my head.
"He had a super big black cock, it was fourteen inches long, and as thick as a baseball bat," Katie said as she looked at me.
"Stop it," I said.
"No, that's what you want to hear or think, right?" Katie said. "When he took his big black cock out of his pants, I couldn't help myself. I had to drop to my lily-white knees and suck it dry."
"Now, you're just being stupid," I said, shaking my head.
"The sex was awesome he went all night, never stopping, and when he came, it was so much it could fill three large buckets," Katie laughed.
"Now you sound like some of those porn stories," I laughed with her.
"Hey, that's what they believe, and make comments on, right?" Katie shrugged.
"Then they are stupid and should be taken out back and put down like that dog," I said, shaking my head. "They are just made-up stories, if they want to believe that it's all true, then I am going to my house and getting my lightsaber and using the force to get Jacob back."
Katie spat out her sweet tea as she looked at me.
"I am serious, I am going to hop in my starship, go to warp speed, use the force, and get Jacob back from that evil witch of the west," I smiled.
We both laughed at it all.
"Why did you?" I asked.
"He was a nice guy," Katie shrugged. "Plain and simple, he treated me nice, and we talked for a long time before going on our first date, the sex was just that sex, just like any other male out there. no different, good or bad, and if I had to do it all again, I would."
I looked down at the result, a young boy playing tug of war with his dog.
"I wouldn't and don't blame you," I said, looking at my friend. "You know that right?"
Katie nodded.
While driving home, I thought about the things we had talked about, things I thought I had put out of my head.
I used to be one of those that said things like what was happening to Darold never happened, and it was fake news and fake media. And that people were blowing things out of proportion.
That was until I held that little baby in my arms, and he looked up at me with those dark brown eyes and held my finger. That's when the what-ifs came into my head. No one thinks of those things until they are put into that situation.
The first time I saw an elderly lady grab her purse as if her life depended on it, when we were in McDonald’s because Darold stood close to her to order his food, it made me so mad I wanted to punch her in her AARP face, but then it dawned on me, how many times had I done that, how many times inadvertently had I done something like that, she didn't know Darold was the sweetest kid in the world.
After that day, things changed. I started to see reactions everywhere. Darold, like Clayton, loved wearing hoodies. Whether it was hot as hell outside or cold as the tundra, they both wore hoodies.
'Where are you?' Jacob texted me as I pulled into the driveway.
'Home,' I replied.
'Need to talk to you, heading over,' he said.
Andrew came from behind the house as I pulled in. He walked toward me.
I saw him for the first time. He was a tall man, easily taller than my five-nine frame. He towered over me, which didn't happen often.
"I took down the deck, and put some wood up to bar the door, so it won't open," Andrew said as he met me.
"Thanks," I said, staring up at him.
I wasn't used to staring up at most men; usually, I stood close to their height. Jacob was five-eleven, Hank was shorter than me at five-eight, so this was new territory, the tallest man I knew was Tanner at the bowling alley, and he was six-three. Andrew stood taller than him.
He wasn't just tall. He was broad, with bulging muscles, and when he smiled, it almost looked out of place for such a huge man.
We walked around the back, and my deck was gone. There was no sign of it.
"Where's all the pieces or the wood?" I asked.
"I took some of it to the dump, as well as gave some of it away," Andrew said. "People like to use the wood for their pits."
I nodded.
"Jesse ordered everything so as soon as it shows up, I will be back to put it back together again," Andrew said.
"Good," I nodded.
"If there is anything else," Andrew said as he gave me a card. "Just call me."
"Actually," I said. "I don't know if you can do it, but the fan in my bedroom hasn't worked in months."
"Ceiling?" Andrew asked.
"Yeah," I nodded as we walked back to the front.
Jacob had just pulled up as we started walking inside.
"Hey Andrew," Jacob said as he walked inside with us.
"Jacob," Andrew nodded.
"Having him look at the ceiling fan?" Jacob asked.
"Yeah, since no one else will look at it," I said.
"People have been busy," Jacob replied.
"No such thing," Andrew retaliated.
I smiled. "I like you," I laughed as I looked at Andrew.
"Too many people are using that bullshit excuse," Andrew said. "There are twenty-four hours in a day, if you sleep eight of those hours it still leaves sixteen, if you work a full twelve-hour shift, still leaves four, how the hell are you that busy? Even with kids and activities, it takes less than a minute to text or call someone, to tell them hi, or what’s going on, that’s stopping you from doing anything."
“Not many people work a full twelve-hour shift without breaks, or lunches," I said as I led him into the bedroom.
"Or sleep for eight hours straight," Andrew said. "Like I said, complete bullshit."
"I will wait out here," Jacob said, shaking his head as he stood in the living room.
I flicked the switch and pulled on the chains, and nothing happened.
Andrew looked at it and nodded. "Let me get my tools, and I will take a look at it."
I went back out to Jacob and sat down.
"Clayton told me you guys talked," Jacob said.
"Yeah, we did," I nodded.
"Surprised," Jacob said.
"Why is everyone surprised?" I shook my head. "A person can change."
"I know, but you were always so," Jacob stopped as he thought about it.
"Don't say it," I shook my head.
I hated the word racist. It wasn't racism, more like prejudice, I had views and thoughts, and now I realized some were far-fetched and borderline wrong in some cases.
"Okay, I won't," Jacob nodded.
Jacob was what some of my old friends would call far left. I had been right-minded, not far right, just on the right side of the middle. Now I was squarely in the middle, just like Katie.
"Just to let you know," Jacob said. "I wanted to tell you, but Clayton made me promise not to," he said.
"It's alright," I nodded. "We talked, he thought I would be like my parents, and I am not."
During our marriage, we promised each other not to bring up our political or religious views. When voting came about, we voted separately, and we both weren't big television watchers, so the news or media never came up.
We raised Clayton to make up his own mind, never telling him how he should think or what he should feel. We decided to let him form his own opinions of the world around him.
I was glad to see that he was becoming more like me than his father.
We heard Andrew working in my bedroom, and while Jacob turned to look at the hallways, I snuck a look at his crotch.
I thought how I missed that huge white cock as I looked away as he turned back to me.
"So, everything is good?" Jacob asked as he stared at his phone.
No doubt the bitch was texting him and asking where he was. She was like that, always wondering where he was, who he was with, and when he would be home.
He didn't have to worry about her. The bitch ran a predictable schedule. She worked down at the physical therapy clinic, packed a lunch, so she didn't have to leave work, picked Clayton up from school, went running for ten miles at four in the afternoon, came home, made dinner, watched reality television, then went to bed, rinse and repeat.
She even had an app that calculated the carbs and calories everyone ate in a day. I told her to turn that shit off while I had Clayton. I wasn't going to follow no app's advice on feeding my son. If he wanted the whole menu from Taco Bell, he wasn't getting the entire fucking menu.
"You better go, before she has a conniption," I said with a smile.
"Yeah," Jacob said as he stood up.
I smiled as he stood up. He had a chubby. No doubt he had been staring at my cleavage. He did love my big boobs. How he went from someone with extremely large breasts to a flat-chested bitch was something that boggled my mind.
"Hope she takes care of that," I smiled as he walked towards the door.
"She does," Jacob said. "And I don't have to worry about her sucking another guys cock," he said as he looked back at me as he held the door open. "Any other smart comments?"
"Nope," I said as he had won the argument.
"Good," Jacob said as he went out the door.
"Fucking stupid bitch," I cursed myself for saying that to him.
"It's working," Andrew said, startling me as I had completely forgotten he was here.
"Great," I said as I stood up and followed him into the bedroom.
The ceiling fan was spinning, and the light was on. I smiled and looked up at him. "How much do I owe you?" I asked.
"Nothing," Andrew smiled. "It was an easy fix."
I had to smile back at him. I knew from his height; that he was getting a good view of my cleavage.
"Just let me know if there is anything else," Andrew said as I walked him out.
"Make sure to lock up," Andrew said as he walked toward his truck.
"Definitely," I nodded as I stood at my doorstep.
I watched as his truck pulled out of the driveway, and he honked the horn as he left. I smiled and waved at him.
Then my face dropped as I saw Hank a few houses down. He was on his bike and staring directly at me. I shook my head and then closed the door.
I made sure everything was locked and then armed the alarm. I peeked out of my bedroom window, and he was still there.
'Hank is outside my house, a few doors down,' I texted Charles.
'I will handle it,' Charles responded.
Charles was the closest to me. I knew if I told Jacob, he would call the police, which would anger Hank more than needed.
I looked again and saw Charles's truck next to Hank's bike. They seemed to be talking for a while, then Hank took off like a bat from hell.
'Handled,' Charles replied.
I settled back to bed and thought about things other than Hank and his crush on me. Namely, Jacob and his cock.
"Stupid bitch," I said as I grabbed my pillow.
***Author's Note: The rest of this story as well as many others of my stories are on my other pages, the links to which can be found*** [***here***](https://www.reddit.com/user/Shadowforce2/comments/w4aumo/self_promo_time/)
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[M]y sexually [f]rustrated pregnant coworker (pt 1)
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I’ve been working at this job for a little over a year now and it’s a small company of about 30 people. I get along with most everyone but have become pretty good flirty friends with this girl that works here. We never really pushed anything other than making playful comments back and forth because she’s engaged. Not that it really mattered after all, but anyway…
She’s 22 years old, about 5 foot 2, maybe, and about 100 pounds soaking wet. Super cute, nerdy girl-next-door type but with amazing proportions. I’m 32, a 6 foot, stocky kinda guy with a bit of a dad bod. Needless to say, I could toss her around if I wanted to and I do.
A couple of months ago she was just getting into her third trimester and we were having a conversation at lunch in the break room. She told me that she had recently started getting very turned on all the time her fiancé had barely touched her since she started really showing. Before I could stop the words from coming out of my mouth, I said “Man, I would love to help you with that problem”. She blushed redder than I had ever seen her and I thought I had messed up. Before she could say anything, a couple people came into the break room with their food and that was the end of the conversation. We finished our lunches in silence, me fully expecting to get yanked into HR for going too far.
Later that day, I was working on some things at my desk when she comes and sits in the rolling chair next to me and leans over to whisper. “Did you mean what you said to me at lunchtime about helping me with my problem?” I sat there for a second not sure what to say after already having pushed my luck once. “It depends on whether or not you want me to help you with that problem”, I said. “God, please, yes. I am going to lose my mind if I don’t get off soon”. I was so surprised and I felt like I was about to rip a whole in my pants.
I told her if we met in the bathroom at the end of the day after everyone left, I would at the very least eat her out. She asked if I was sure, being pregnant and all, and I assured her that I thought she was incredibly hot while pregnant and I’d be glad to do it. After all, I am a cunning linguist who likes cunnilingus. After about 4pm, the place pretty much clears out and there is a specific bathroom that has a cabinet that I thought would be the perfect height for what I had planned.
*Since this is already getting long, I’m going to do a part 2. Hope you enjoy so far!
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[S/S] My (trans) sister is getting a vasectomy!!!! I am getting my IUD removed and more!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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The title sums up the first part. Both procedures are scheduled. Once they are finished, my sister and I can continue to hump like crazed sex monkeys and Jeff can impregnate me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I have almost quit smoking and am not vaping nearly as much!!!! I want to be a mama!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Our family knows we are both with Jeff, but they don't know that my sister and I get freaky with each other!!!! Jeff will be Daddy (obviously) and we will both be Mom!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We all want this and none of us want inbred babies. We are allowed to have an opinion that might differ from yours so get over it.
Also!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Our cousin has become quite the little cock sucker!!!!! He sucked Jeff's on Saturday in exchange for me sucking his and my sister's dick on Saturday night and then she sucked his!!!!
He has a raging boner while he is sucking dick. He likes it and it turns me on!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have Jeff rail me while he sucks on my sister, and we watch!!!!!!! He does not know my sister and I fuck each other.
Back to the important stuff. I think we will make beautiful babies!!!!!! I am kinda tall and black (mixed) and I think, really hot. Jeff is tall and muscular and Italian and totally GORGEOUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Have I mentioned that he is our BOYFRIEND and we LOVE him!!!!!
Since we can't both marry him, neither of us will marry him. We think that's better. We will all be together but without paperwork.
We will raise babies in a loving home and the kids will understand their other mom is my sister and they came out of me.
Please do not ask me disgusting, pedophilic questions regarding my future babies. The answer is NO, I would never ever have any kind of sexual relationship with them at any age.
Also, YES, my sister has a penis, and it is amazing. She has (synthetic) breasts and is not ever getting her wiener chopped off. The 3 of us love it too much. Her tits are nice, and I suck on them almost every day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm sure I have said this but Jeff's dick is HUGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I love sucking it and being fucked with it.
This morning, I rode my sister's dick before work and Jeff watched while he had his weird, tiny, REALLY strong coffee.
Where the hell is my vape?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
I know I get a teeny bit excited sometimes. I can't help it.
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I'm just another sex toy [FM]
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We were on the couch watching a TV show when he asked me if I wanted to take his cock in my mouth and I smiled and said no.
He insisted "Are you sure?" and I, with a hand on the bulge of his trousers, confirmed that no, I didn't want to take it in my mouth.
He pulled down his pants and boxers, exposing his erection, grabbed me by the nape of the neck and pushed my head against his cock which immediately ended up planted in my throat.
I started a long deep-throat, choking on his cock, thrusting deeper and deeper and only emerging seconds for a gulp of air with saliva running down my face.
He moaned "You didn't want that, huh? You dirty slut... look how you covered my cock in drool..." He exclaimed pushing my head against his crotch.
My throat made the same sounds as a sink being unclogging… when his cock shot out of my mouth, I slammed it into my face, rubbing it.
He took his cell phone, turning on the internal camera and planting it in front of me, I appeared on the screen, eager and hungry, close to his erection.
"Look how slutty you are, watch yourself get your throat fucked!" he commented.
I continued until I felt his warm cum fill my throat, making me cough as I swallowed it non-stop, continuing to suck and lick his cock.
Then I stripped, naked in front of him and squatted between his legs - while he was still catching his breath - I started kissing and licking his cock, which was getting hard again for me.
"Can I go get a dildo?" I asked with my mouth full.
He nodded.
A little later I would come back holding in my hands a big alien dildo and a leather paddle with red SLUT written on it.
I lay down next to him, giving him the paddle and starting to lick the dildo.
He started with my nipples. With the edge of the toy he caressed them, making me relax to the point of shaking when the first blow came.
He hit my breasts, caressing and squeezing them from time to time and then as if he was holding a feather, he traveled my abdomen and my sides until he reached my thighs, wide open.
He started with light strokes and a surprise hard one, I moaned and moaned as I continued to suck that monstrous strapon cock.
The paddle then ended up on my vulva, he caressed and hit it several times while my hand ran to squeeze a nipple, twisting it.
Finally I rolled onto my side, handing him my buttocks.
The first shot took my breath away.
Unexpectedly hard and shattered.
And then others, repeatedly, my ass on fire.
Satisfied he put down the paddle.
"Is this the huge dildo that you can't take all in the pussy? Let me see, must fill you now" ordered peremptory.
I slowly let the dildo fill me up, at first easily and then with increasing difficulty.
He tortured my nipples, goading me on.
"I can't... It's too wide here...it hurts..." I whimpered.
"I said I gotta see it all disappear inside your pussy now, bitch" he whispered slapping my breasts.
With one final hit, the dildo was all inside me, letting out a scream.
"What a good bitch you are... look how it spread you..." he complimented looking closely at my little pussy.
"Do you like it?" he whispered in my ear.
"It hurts... it burns..." I moaned.
"And that turns you on, doesn't it? It makes you enjoy so much?" he laughed.
I nodded, moaning.
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What Happened With Mrs. Lewis. [M18/F37] [Somnophilia]
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**Originally posted 6.24.22 to** [r/Erotica](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/vhdr7n/what_happened_with_mrs_lewis_m18f37_somnophilia/)
What Happened With Mrs. Lewis
Friday, June 24, 2022
Written By: Sisi Burks
By the time I turned eighteen and graduated high school, the summer of 2014, I was already quite the ladies’ man. Just the kind of guy that girls felt comfortable around and it was no accident. It took practice to know how to be chill and non-threatening even being 6’2” and athletic. I had girlfriends all through high school, but I managed to make it out with no string attached of any kind. It would be a total waste of a football scholarship to go off to college tied down by a hometown girl.
But, Mrs. Lewis was not one of my professors.
She was my best friend’s mother. I knew her my entire life. What happened between us was unplanned to say the least. I never imagined doing what I did that hot May night. Staying over at the Lewis residence was second nature to me, same with Abel. Our families were so close we just bounced between one another’s house all the time.
Abel and I were like a set throughout our whole lives. When I started karate classes, so did Abel. When Abel tried out for the baseball team, I was on deck. And football, well we could never agree on who’s idea that was. So, coming to stay at Abel’s for a couple days before shifting back to my place started completely ordinary. Even when Abel decided to head out with some girl, I wasn’t bothered in the least as I chilled on Abel’s bed, high as a kite from a quick smoke sesh. Honestly, I encouraged the outing since Abel desperately needed to pop his cherry before we headed to college.
After he left, I didn’t budge as I was content with just calling it a night. That plan quickly went out the window though.
‘Dude, mom’s passed out by the pool. Take her to bed,’
A short, breathy laugh escaped as I got up from bed and left the room to deal with the lush, Mrs. Lewis. This was far from the first time this exact thing happened. Ramona Lewis loved to lay out beside their big, inground pool at the end of the day, drinking wine while she did whatever it was mother’s did on their phones. Then, she would wash a strong sleeping pill down with the alcohol, never willing to miss “Ambien-thirty” as she always called it. So, finding her passed out by the pool was just normal around there. Sometimes she would at least make it to the couch, but rarely. When Doctor Lewis was home, he would normally take her to bed but he was out on a trip to some medical conference.
I came out of Abel’s room into the dark second story, easily finding my way down the stairs. I came through the living room and kitchen to get outside on the deck. Lights around the luxurious pool illuminated the sleeping woman. From where I stood I had a nice view of her long, slender legs.
Ramona Lewis was a fucking super model. Literally, before she had Abel at nineteen. I saw her work and damn, Doctor Lewis was the luckiest guy in the world. How he ended up with a babe like her was a mystery to me. I came down the steps of the porch, walking out to the poolside seating area. The closer I got to Mrs. Lewis, the better I could see her swimsuit. It was a modist, light blue bikini, but she made it look erotic. Her delicate body was stretched over the comfortable, white lounge chair and she was gone. I laughed lightly as I gazed down at her. There was a half full wine glass on the table beside her and her phone laid on her stomach with her hand resting over it.
I picked up the wine glass first, draining it before putting it back, getting ready to bring the woman inside. I just couldn’t take my eyes off her. She looked so elegant, even intoxicated and passed out. Pretty, light brown curls had been tossed over the back of the chair and hung down. I couldn’t help myself as I reached over and touched a lock. Even though I had been close to the Lewis family my whole life, I had not touched Ramona in years other than to help her to bed if Mr. Lewis and Abel were not around. Just like this time… no one was there to see how I leered at my best friend’s mother. How my eyes lingered on her tits, watching them moving with each slow, relaxed breath.
There was a tingling in my hands that I knew well. I also knew that I was completely out of line even wanting to sneak a feel. But, it wasn’t like Mrs. Lewis would notice. Between the meds and wine, even if she did wake up she probably wouldn’t remember anything. Ambien was a hell of a drug. In my mind, this was my only chance.
It was just me and the stunning mother laying out with her body on display. My heart was pounding so hard in my chest I was surprised the sound alone didn’t wake her as I contemplated my next move. I knew what I needed to do, but my desire to feel that smooth skin and those beautiful curves quickly outweighed morality. First, I slipped her phone out of her hand and put it on the table beside the empty glass. Mrs. Lewis didn’t stir at all which was perfect for my forming, perverted plans.
My hand came to rest on her stomach at first, right below her own. Fingertips gently traced over thin stretch marks left behind from her pregnancy with Abel. The dark lines only added to the mature beauty of Mrs. Lewis. I felt guilty immediately, but not enough to actually stop. This was the only chance I would ever get and I had to take it. I wasn’t going to hurt her. I was just going to… touch her a little.
Gradually, my hand moved up her body, fingers trailing over the bottom of her bikini top. The fabric was nice, obviously well made, but the quality Spandex was the last thing on my mind as the tips of my fingers traveled up a soft mound. It was way too late to turn back now so, I tried to just ignore how fucked this whole situation was. I was a flirt, but not a bad, dangerous guy. Though, it looked like my ethics had more flex than I thought.
Every thought in my head was wiped out the moment my hand settled over her breast. My face also heated up, redness overtaking my cheeks down to the top of my tanned chest. Touching tits was nothing new to me, but something about this was radically new. It felt pretty similar, but Mrs. Lewis was… a real woman. She was in her late thirties. She had a child, a home, a husband. Her stability in life was literally in the palm of my hand. No that I would ever use this against her. But, the fact that I had the option was shockingly arousing.
For a while I just enjoyed the feeling of her doughy tit with the bikini still between us. But, I wasn’t satisfied. I needed to see and feel more of her to make this worth it. I looked around for a moment, making damn sure no one was going to pop up out of nowhere. My fingers worked carefully into the top, finally getting to touch the incredibly soft skin. I was hesitating, but soon I couldn’t wait any longer. I pulled the stretchy fabric down and her breast fell right out. It was bigger than I thought, giving me the shocking realization that swimsuits could actually make them look smaller.
As I began groping her bare tit, Mrs. Lewis stirred a bit. She whimpered, head moving to lay to the other side. She was still obviously asleep though, it would take a nuclear explosion to pull her out of the sleeping pill/alcohol cocktail she administered. I could work with that and the more I felt her up, pinching her sensitive pink nipple and squeezing to my heart’s content, I got even braver. After checking my surroundings again, I leaned down, gently sliding my flattened tongue over her nipple. The woman let out another sound at the sensation, which only encouraged me. So, I wrapped my lips around her nipple and began to suck on it while my tongue flicked. Mrs. Lewis gave small whines and even arched her back slightly, pushing her supple breast up against my mouth.
By the time I had my fill, my cock was painfully hard. Precum leaked out and soaked into my briefs as I straightened up again, examining my prey. Suddenly, I knew I was going to move even farther from the already crossed line. Too horny for guilt, I scooped Mrs. Lewis up from the chair, leaving her exposed as I brought her inside and straight to the master bedroom.
The couple’s room was cozy and modern, it was obvious that Mrs. Lewis put a lot of time into decorating. I had always wondered what the king-sized bed felt like and now I was going to find out. I took the limp, sleeping woman over and laid her down before reaching over to turn on a bedside lamp. Dim, warm light washed over Ramona as she laid out in the bed. For her comfort, I put a plush pillow under her head, moving her pretty brown waves from behind her neck, and laying it out so it almost haloed the pretty woman. .
I was careful when it came to undressing her, taking the swimsuit top off first, laying it on the bed so I could put it back on later. I moved down to start working the bottoms off next, which was nerve wracking. It was hard to think that anyone could sleep through having such a tight bikini taken off. But, Mrs. Lewis merely shifted around as I pulled them off, placing them with their match.
It was like I won the lottery as I gazed down at her nude body. She looked so fucking hot and it wasn’t because her body was perfect, it was because her body was real. She had a soft stomach and thighs along with the aforementioned stretch marks. Her tits sagged instead of perking up and her pubes were actually there. They were trimmed neatly, but it was fucking sexy to see body hair on a woman. It looked more natural, I realized as I ran my hand over the short, bristly hair, feeling the warmth radiating from her vagina as I got closer. To my surprise, Mrs. Lewis opened her legs for me.
Looks like I wasn’t the only one who had taken advantage of her intoxicated state before.
I shifted her legs open wider so I could get a look at her pussy and fuck was it a sight. It was pretty and different from the ones I had seen before. Not a cute, little slit but plump lips surrounded her hole. Sliding my finger between them showed how wet they were as well. Mrs. Lewis might be asleep, but her body knew what was happening and apparently loved the attention. The way she was reacting, subconsciously but still, gave me more than enough consent to keep going. This was turning into more of an experiment as I pushed a finger into her warmth, trembling at how it was easily invited inside by her velvet walls. I quickly added a second digit, feeling the way her pussy stretched to accommodate. As I sank my fingers deep into the woman, she moaned softly as her skin began to flush from her collar bones up.
I became more curious as to if she would wake or not depending on how far I took things.. Her eyes remained closed even as I pumped my fingers in and out. Even when I took her other nipple into my mouth, giving it the same attention the other had received. Soft gasps and moans fueled me as I began dragging my mouth down her body. I dipped my tongue out here and there to taste her slightly salty skin as I made my way down between her legs. Her slick became so abundant that it gushed between my fingers with each thrust. Between quiet sounds, and lewd wet one, Mrs. Lewis was breathing harder.
Before going any farther, I took my fingers from her and sat up on my knees between her legs. In one well-practiced motion I pulled my shirt off, putting it down on top of her discarded bikini. My young body was perfect from years of intense football training. I had even caught Mrs. Lewis’ lingering stare when I would be out in the pool with Abel. Many times. Doctor Lewis was a good looking man for his age, but there was nothing like a built, young athlete. My hair was still thick and currently sunbleached to a nice golden blond instead of graying and thin like her husband’s. My skin was taut and flawless, begging to be touched. But, my lady for the evening didn’t seem up for doing much but laying there and that was just fine.
She was doing more than enough.
I dipped down between her legs after taking a long look at her body again. My tongue drug between soft lips, drawing up to her swollen clit. I went at her pussy like I was starving, exploring every inch with my mouth, but lingering around her most sensitive spot. Her thighs tensed, even attempting to close on my head. I pinned them down and kept going, now solely focused on her pleasure and making her cum. Her body trembled while I tested different patterns of flicking, sucking, and even blowing cool air against her clit, determined to rock her world.
The moment I felt slender, manicured fingers in my hair my heart sank heavily into my stomach. I didn’t pull away as I looked up to her, seeing that Mrs. Lewis had her eyes cracked open as she held onto my blond locks for dear life. She was awake, but most likely still pretty out of it, at least I thought.
“S-Sami,” She whimpered softly, tugging at my hair, and pushing my face into her honey pot showing that Mrs. Lewis was far more alert than I thought possible. Even though her voice was thick with sleep, my name sounded exquisite on her lips. Cautiously, I flicked her needy clit with the tip of my tongue, eyes glued to the woman as she arched and moaned. “Yes, keep going,” I had never heard my friend’s mother sound like this before and I was addicted right away. I went right back to the practiced rhythm I was using before she woke.
It turned out Mrs. Lewis liked having her clitoris gently circled with light flicks in between. She also loved when I would press my plump lips against her cunt to suck on the tiny nub. It was so much better now that she was awake. Her moans were louder and her body curved aesthetically as she tensed and arched throughout my meal. I was worried I might finish in my pants before she even came. Luckily, I was able to speed things along with the use of my fingers. I buried them back inside her, taking only seconds to start finger fucking her at a brutal pace.
“Aaahh\~ Fuck yes! Sami, more!” Her voice bounced off the walls back at me as I obediently complied. My thrusting sped up as I slipped a third finger inside, easily stretching her soaked, malleable walls. I was surrounded by Ramona. The only things I could hear were her passionate calls and how her juices gushed around my rapid fingering. Her painful hold on my hair was gradually getting even tighter as she helplessly rolled her hips for more friction. And her mouthwatering scent and taste out did any fine dining I had ever experienced.
“S-So close! Fuck don’t stop! Just like that!” Her tone had shifted from aroused to overwhelmed and pleading. Mrs. Lewis was begging me to keep eating her pussy and finger fucking her so she could finally hit that high. Both my jaw and hand cramped, but slowing down was not an option. I was determined to have the woman completely melt for me. For the things I could do to her. My blue eyes were locked on the sinful mother until she finally climaxed, slick gushing into my mouth and over my chin as she tensed up enough to trap my slowing fingers. I helped her ride out the intense orgasm with relaxed, deep thrusts and my warm breath working to keep her throbbing clit comfortably stimulated.
After a few sweet seconds, Mrs. Lewis went limp on the bed once more, this time panting and looking off to the side. Worry set in because now she had time to think, if women got the same “post nut” clarity guys did that was. Slowly, I removed my fingers, sitting up on my knees as I nervously waited for what was going to come next. It felt like hours before her pretty greenish-gray eyes settled back on me. “Do I need to tell you how vital it is that they never find out about this?” I knew exactly who “they” were and I quickly nodded. I would never speak of this as long as Mrs. Lewis let me get away with something so screwed up. Abel would murder me, but if he didn’t, I wouldn’t be able to show my face in our hometown anymore. The community was close knit so word traveled fast in beauty salons and churches.
Mrs. Lewis seemed satisfied with my quick agreement. She sat up gracefully causing my eyes to be drawn to the way her tits heavily shifted, coming to rest against the top of her stomach. “I-I can go,” I stuttered, moving back a little before I felt her smaller hand grab onto mine. “Sami, no… I mean… If you want we could keep going. Might as well, right?” Mrs. Lewis almost appeared younger as she stared up at me with big, pleading eyes. I couldn’t believe she really wanted to do more with me. She already got off so this had to mean she was at least a little attracted to me. I stayed right where I was, nodding carefully as my brain caught up with my body. “Yea, I want to,” I told her, shivering slightly when her cool fingers drug up my abs and to my chest.
Suddenly, I was on my back with my head at the foot of the bed and Mrs. Lewis was over me. She had taken control of this situation so swiftly after starting out literally powerless. It was not only fucking impressive, but also the sexiest thing to ever happen to me. My breath caught in my throat as she hooked her fingers into my waistband, pulling my briefs and shorts off at once. As soon as they came down, my cock sprung out already flushed, hard, and sticky with drying precum. It was easy to be a confident guy with a cock like mine. I was above average at nine inches to the dot. I kept my own pubes between fully shaved off and short, Mrs. Lewis had caught them in their short phase.
“Shit,” I hissed, tipping my head back as I balanced my body on my elbows. The woman became instantly enamored with my sack, taking it into her hand thoughtfully before she began to gently grope. All the girls I had been with ignored that part of my body. I assumed women just didn’t like balls and thought they were ugly because they kind of were. I was stunned as she bent down, ignoring my deprived cock and going right to sensitive, wrinkled skin. It quickly became overwhelming as she began sucking, licking, even pressing her face against my soft sack. It was a whole new experience and I lost myself to pleasure while she worked.
Then she was sucking my cock and she was devouring it. I didn’t think women could actually deepthroat unless they were professionals. Like porn stars or strippers. But, sweet, classy Ramona Lewis was gulping me down and slurping on my dick like it was second nature. She started at a quick pace, obviously wanting to get me off quickly and it was fucking working. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to my end, the build up rapid and intense. It felt like I was being hit with wave after wave of euphotic, breathtaking bliss. I was drowning by the time I ejaculated, shooting cloudy ropes down her throat. Mrs. Lewis pulled back slightly, making sure my leftover seed coated the inside of her mouth.
“Oh fuck,” I gasped, finally able to take in my first full breath. My arms gave out under me and I just laid there as Mrs. Lewis sat up, swallowing down my load with a slight giggle. She slipped out of bed, going to grab a long, cotton, gray robe, trying it at the waist.
“I always knew you were a little pervert,” She said as she came back, grabbing up our clothes, and tossing mine over my slick, spent cock. I watched her closely with a lazy, accomplished smile.. Mrs. Lewis looked satisfied. She was radiating with confident energy as she walked off into her ensuite bathroom, leaving me naked and arrogant.
I was only eighteen and I had nearly fucked my best friend’s mom.
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Oak Spring College - Chapter 8 - My first date with Olivia - Part 2 [MF18] [Public Flashing] [Abandoned Naked In The Theater] [Edging/Orgasm Denial] [Sensual Fucking]
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Link to [chapter 8 part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/11vgtex/oak_spring_college_chapter_8_my_first_date_with/)
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We left the movie theater and headed for an ice cream shop in the mall.
After we had bought our ice creams we sat down around a table for two and just talked.
She seemed relieved to just be doing some normal date stuff and we talked about our histories and interests.
However, once we had finished our ice creams, Olivia grabbed my hand and placed it on her thigh, then leaned forward and whispered in my ear:
“Hey Jonas, don’t think I haven’t forgotten about that amazing orgasm that you promised me.”
She then bit me on my earlobe before she continued:
“Let’s go home. I want you to fuck me. Hard and long.”
My heart raced at her words and I felt arousal roar through my body. I had no idea a few words from a woman could turn me on so hard so fast.
I smiled. Seems like the date so far was a success.
“I did promise you that, didn’t I?” I said with confidence, my heart still racing. After edging her like this there was no way I could fail.
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We could barely keep our hands off of each other during the trip home and as I followed Olivia up the stairs to her apartment, I could see a wet stain on her skirt.
*I guess all that teasing on the bus must have gotten her going hard.*
Once we were inside, she quite literally threw herself at me, kissing me heavily and deeply.
I never had much sexual experience with girls before Olivia, but with her that didn’t really matter. She was a force of nature, there was no time to plan, to think, to worry, hell ,there was barely any time to breathe!
My body simply took over and followed her lead, doing things instinctively.
Our clothing seemed to almost vanish, being torn off faster than one would have thought possible. We stood naked in her living room kissing, her hand on my hard cock caressing it, and my hands on her firm ass.
However, I needed my senses a little bit longer. If we started off fucking and I only lasted minutes, this date would turn in to quite the flop. Sure everything before was great. But for it to be an overall all great date, the best date ever, nothing could go wrong.
I had noticed through the haze of lust that she had a sofa and I tore myself from her for a second then pushed her backwards, until her legs hit the sofa and she fell onto it.
She looked at me with a gleeful surprised expression. I knelt down in front of her and placed my hands on her knees and gently pushed her legs apart, fully exposing her beautiful pussy to my eager eyes.
Her vulva was all swollen, her outer labia flushed red and puffy from arousal. Even her inner labia looked a bit swollen, not to mention her clitoris, so enlarged it peeked out from underneath its hood.
I placed one hand on her flat stomach and pubic area and then I started off by kissing her right inner thigh, slowly making my way towards her pussy, eliciting soft moans from Olivia. Before letting my lips touch her actual pussy, I lingered at the groin, licking and sucking the sensitive skin where the thigh meets the crotch. I could feel a shiver of pleasure going through Olivia, giving her goose bumps under my tongue and letting out another ragged moan.
“Fuck, that feels really good, Jonas.” I heard her say in a sultry voice.
After maybe 30 seconds of teasing her, I finally licked and kissed her outer labia, careful to not touch her clitoris or inner labia yet. More moans emanated from Olivia’s lips. I kissed and licked her first on the right side, then the left. I could now hear that Olivia’s moans were transitioning into a more frustrated tone and I had no intentions of denying her anymore.
I brought my tongue all the way down to where her wet folds starts and pressed my tongue between her inner labia and licked over her wet hole, making her twitch in pleasure, then traced my tongue along her sensitive skin inside her folds, all the way up to her clit and over it, forcing the hood back. A long drawn out moan came from Olivia and her whole body trembled. Her juices tasted glorious and I felt my cock twitch at the taste of it, it also wanting to have a taste.
I then kept my tongue on her clitoris, flicking it, circling it and sucked it, keeping Olivia in a state of bliss as she let out moan after moan. I looked up briefly at her face over her clean shaven pubic area and I could see that her head was leaned back and her face relaxed, reveling in the pleasure, and her eyes were closed. I occasionally slipped my tongue town to her pussy opening to taste her addictive fuck juices.
I used my other hand to run a finger down her folds until I found her opening, all wet with her juices, and circled it briefly before I slowly inserted one finger.
She was so wet and warm and smooth and I could feel her vagina contract slightly every time I licked her clitoris. She was so wet already that there was no effort in also inserting a second finger.
I searched for the tougher and ribbed upper part of her vagina, then I focused on it with my fingers, rubbing it my bending my finger forward as I simultaneously pulled in outwards.
Olivia’s moans intensified and she started squirming, unable to remain still under all the stimulation, and her hips gyrated in sync with my finger to maximize her stimulation of the G-spot.
Along with her moans, her breathing also intensified and it took maybe no more than a minute or two until she reached her climax. She stopped breathing for a few seconds and her whole body shook and her vagina contracted powerfully around my fingers and it was difficult to keep my tongue on her clitoris as she moved back and forth from the restless ecstasy of her orgasm.
I gave a final intense suck on her swollen clitoris, causing a gasp from Olivia as she tried to pull her clit from my mouth as she moaned in a submissive voice between heavy breaths:
“Stop… Stop… it is… Too sensitive.”
I instead used my mouth to kiss her pubic area and let my lips slowly wander up her stomach as she placed one of her hands on my head and softly caressed my hair.
“Fuck, that was probably one of the best orgasms I have ever had. Building it up so much with the teasing really did make it that much more intense!”
Olivia said, looking at me through her partially open eyes. A mischievous smile was lurking on her lips.
“I am glad.” I said with a smile, as I again licked her clit, this time a bit more gently. It still caused her to twitch.
“Come here, I want to taste your lips.” She told me and I complied.
I placed my arms next to her head on the back of the sofa, careful to avoid pulling her hair, and placed my whole body on hers, letting my very erect and very sensitive cock rest against her wet pussy.
Our lips touched as she used both her arms to pin my head and consequently my lips against hers as she passionately kissed me, using her soft lips to firmly caress mine and licking my lips covered with her juices, as she tasted herself on my lips with her tongue.
I could taste her, as her juices got smeared out all over our mouths.
She kissed hard and intensively and I struggled to breath. Her kissing wouldn’t stop and the intimacy made my cock twitch as it was further pressed against her hot soft pussy, her legs now entwining themselves with mine and I felt her hips gyrating, causing further stimulation as her soft skin and swollen clit rubbed against my cock.
Finally she let me go and I found myself panting for breath. Then she said with a sultry smile:
“Now it is my turn.”
She pushed me over so I was now lying on the sofa, then she straddled my hips with her strong legs and she placed her hands on my chest as I looked up to admire this sex goddess with her firm perky breast hanging above me and her muscular and flat stomach, ending with her silken pubic area and pussy, now tightly pressed against my throbbing cock.
She began rocking back and forth, letting her soft and well lubricated labia embrace my cock as her hot and wet inside grinded against it. The sensation was simultaneously highly erotic and frustrating.
Feeling her wet pussy grinding against my cock reminded me of how close I was to penetrating her, yet it teased me with how I still wasn’t there yet.
She seemed to realize the effect she was having on me as she grinned one of her devilish grins, now even more arousing with the deep redness on her face from her arousal.
She bit her lip as she kept grinding. However, after a while it seemed that she was teasing herself as much as she was teasing me and she couldn’t keep it up. She was never good at restraining herself.
She slid all the way forward, letting my cock temporarily slip free of her, then she leaned forward as she slid her hips back again, pressing her crotch against my stomach as she did.
When she slid backwards, I felt the head of my cock press against the folds of her pussy lips and it had nowhere to go but to slide into her hot wet pussy.
The sensation of her pussy tightly embracing my cock sent waves of pleasure through my body and as she slowly rocked her hips back and forth, sliding it in and out, deeper and deeper into her pussy, eliciting a moan from me.
My moan seemed to have brought satisfaction to her as her smile widened. She kept riding my cock slowly and sensually, clearly being in no hurry. She leaned backwards and closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of my cock in her pussy.
“Fuck, I have been wanting to do this for so long.” Olivia said as she looked back down at me with a devilish smile.
She then started to speed up, now not just rocking, but bouncing on my cock, thrusting my cock in and out of her fast and more deeply.
My breathing became faster as I felt my orgasm building in my cock and I could hear her breathing faster too and we started to moan in chorus at the pleasure of our bodies uniting.
I tried to make myself last longer, but I had been edged and teased all day too, albeit not being touched as much and it was difficult to not let it rise.
She must have noticed how close I was, because she smiled at me mischievously and said:
“Don’t try to hold it back, there is no way a guy like you could last! Especially since you basically have been having a boner all day. Don’t think I didn’t notice. And don’t worry about protection, I have been on the pill for a while now.”
She then bit her lower lip and looked at me seductively as she sped up even. I could now feel her juices run down the side of my cock and over my balls as her tight pussy caressed my entire cock from head to shaft. It was impossible to last any longer.
I let out a deep moan as she finally got me over the edge and I felt thick ropes of cum ejaculating form my cock and into her warm wet pussy, making it even wetter and warmer. I came over and over again, as if weeks of teasing and yearning for her all climax at the same time, filling her pussy to the point that I felt it leaking out and running down the side of my cock too, mixing with her copious juices.
Feeling me cum in her must have aroused her even more as she didn’t stop, but instead kept going and going faster until I felt her pussy contract hard around my cock, intensifying my orgasm even more, and I felt her collapse on my chest, both of us heaving to try to catch our breaths and I felt my consciousness drifting.
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I don’t know how much time passed, but when I awoke again, I felt Olivia’s breasts against my chest, her hard nipples poking into my skin, and her hands were wrapped around my neck and her face resting against my neck. I could feel her wet lips against my skin, but she wasn’t kissing me, she was asleep as well.
My cock was now growing soft and I felt it slowly being pressed out of her pussy along with some of my cum. I placed my right hand on her back, hugging her against me, and the other on her head, caressing her hand.
She stirred and moaned against my neck. She seemed so vulnerable in the half-awoken state and the words simple feel out of my mouth, my mind being only partially-awake:
“I love you, Olivia.”
My eyes flew wide awake as I realized what I had just said and my heart started racing.
*Shit, why did I have to say that? Now things are going to get really awkward!*
It was silent for a few seconds and I thought that maybe she hadn’t heard, then I heard her say in a sleepy voice:
“I love you too, Jonas.”
My heart skipped a beat and I felt her wet lips caress the skin of my neck and a shiver rushed through my body.
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I (F18) couldn’t believe that we went three rounds
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A couple days ago, I (F18) posted about how I lost my virginity. Well, last night, the same guy, Devin (M20), and I went on our third date. Things quickly escalated. Next thing I knew, we were on our way back to his place. I told Devin to move his seat back. I put my hair in a ponytail and gave him head.
When we got back to his place, we instantly started to make out. I pulled away and playfully ran to his room, teasing him. He followed me, calling me a dumb bitch, a dumb whore, and a little slut. When he got to his room. I was laying on his bed, seductively. He laid on me and continued to make out. He took my dress off. We switched positions. I continued giving head. I deepthroated a couple of times.
When I was done, I climbed on top of him. He took my panties and bra off. I started to ride him. He had his way a couple times. I even squirted. We did doggie and missionary. He came in me in missionary.
He took a shower afterwards. Towards the end of it, I sat on the toilet, waiting for him. I helped him dry off when he got out. I just wanted an excuse to touch his dick.
We went back to his room. He pushed me onto the bed and started to eat me out. When he was done, Devin pulled me towards him and started to have his way again. I was screaming more and more with every stroke. I couldn’t handle it anymore. I squirted all over his stomach. He called me a dumb bitch and told me to lick it up. Being a good girl, I did. He face fucked me when I was licking his dick. After that, he bent me over his bed and started to fuck me. He pulled my hair. I finally went to all fours. I squirted again. He came in me again soon after.
We woke up this morning and still kinda horny. After we had breakfast, we were making out in the kitchen. He brought me over to the dining room table and sat on it. He took my panties off, laid me down, and ate me out. After he did, he slowly started to fuck me. A couple minutes in, he picked me up, carried me to the couch, and laid me down. We did missionary. I was grinning the whole time. I rode him after. I squirted on him. He came in me again.
I went to get dressed to leave. Before I left, I sat him on the couch and gave him head. He came in a paper towel. He slapped my ass. I was and still am thinking about how he punished me for running away from him. I need to learn that I have to be a good, obedient slut.
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A Reverie [NSFW] [Affair] [M/F 30s-40s]
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She knew he’d had a long day.
It wasn’t the day he had been expecting when he woke that morning; she knew that, as well. Such is the nature of his role as an in-demand attorney - sometimes a brief falls into his lap that throws his entire day into turmoil.
It’s Thursday. They meet every Thursday afternoon. At the least. Sometimes... most times... they each need more. And those are the times that are frenzied. Unabashedly needy. Intensely passionate. Even now, as she waited, she couldn’t help but shiver thinking about the last time she’d texted him and simply told him she needed to cum...
He’d met her within an hour at an abandoned parking lot. A place they had scoped out previously for these specific purposes. She’d prepared, having removed her panties before leaving the office. They didn’t have much time; neither cared. He showed up hard; she was already wet with anticipation. He promptly climbed into his backseat upon arriving, and she followed him.
They were on each other the second she shut the door - kissing while he hiked up her skirt and she unbuttoned his pants. She felt him smile against her mouth when he discovered her bare pussy; a fresh trail of wetness trickled out as she reacted to him being pleased with her.
After the many times, and many ways, he’d already touched her, her whole body still reacted when his fingers began their stroking. The moment one broad digit slipped between her lips and circled her clit, she shuddered, and it wasn’t long before he had two fingers curled inside her.
She loved his cock. Wrapping her hand around his girth, she felt him twitch every time she moaned. Pulling her mouth from his, she shifted slightly and bent down to take him into her mouth, circling her tongue around the sensitive head - something she knew he enjoyed. He moaned appreciatively while wrapping her long hair around his hand - and this, too, made her even wetter.
It only took a handful of wet, deep swallows before she could taste precum leaking. Conscious of the time, she savored the taste of him briefly before righting herself. His mouth met hers the instant they were level, helping guide her leg over his lap while she positioned his cock at her entrance. His head was wide; another aspect she loved, and she wiggled her hips ever-so-slightly as she worked him inside her snug opening before completely sliding down his shaft.
Both moaned as she seated herself, relishing the feel of her pussy stretching to accommodate his thickness. She took a moment to open her eyes and look at him, a little smirk on her face as she wrapped her arms around his neck and clenched her pussy muscles. He gasped and his hands clutched her ass in response - she giggled, having gotten the exact reaction she wanted. He raised an eyebrow at her, lifting her off his lap just enough to slam his cock up into her. Fuck, she cried out. That’s right, he had said; take it - giving her ass a swift spank while he said it. And she did; riding him furiously, she braced her hands on the seat behind his head for leverage. She was soaked and knew she was coating his thighs - knowledge that spurred her on, drunk on the risky idea of her scent on his body.
She needed to cum; she knew it, and he knew it. By now he knew exactly how to tease her, and exactly how to get her off; he opted for the latter.
Reaching down between them, his thumb found her clit, hard and begging for attention, and began a tight, circular motion. Her pussy tightened on his cock in reaction and she dropped her head into the crook of his shoulder, spasms beginning to course through her body as her orgasm built. She heard him clench his jaw and knew he was fighting to hold back his own orgasm; he always refused to cum before she did.
He kept up the rhythm with his thumb while gripping a hip with his free hand to help maintain the pace she needed. Lost in the pure sounds of fucking - of her soaking pussy, their thighs slapping together, the slight rocking of his car, their staccato breathing peppered with mumbled words, she brought her mouth back to his and kissed him deeply. When he felt her entire body tense and begin to tremble, he ran his hand from her hip to the base of her neck and let himself go at the same time. His deeper moans mixed with her own and she clung to his shoulders as she rode out the orgasm that was rolling through her body from head to toe.
Slowly, she came down and he followed suit. Her body relaxing as their breathing returned to normal. She leaned back and they briefly looked at each other as the stars behind her eyelids faded. With a smile, she leaned in and kissed him gently. He caressed her lightly, grazing his fingertips up and down her back, and she giggled as he laughed lightly against her lips, goosebumps prickling her skin, still sensitive to the touch.
Little time was left, and they both new they needed to extract themselves; to get back to reality. She lifted herself off his lap and settled on the seat next to him, letting a small sigh escape her lips at the sudden vacancy she felt. They passed the package of wipes between them. The lint roller. The breath spray. The business of an affair packaged neatly in a nondescript bag.
And with one last peck, she was gone. Back to her car. Back to her world. Until the next time.
She shook herself from the reverie of that particular meeting, only a few days prior, and focused on her current goal. Giving herself another once-over in the mirror, she made sure the lingerie she had selected was in place and smiled. She was looking forward to thanking him for always being so attentive to her needs.
More to come…
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Breaking up with my fwb made horny little me look for replacement cock with a vengeance [FM]
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I got into a fight with my FWB, super sexy French guy, basically questioning why he didn't kiss me or cuddle me or go down on me anymore, and he said with all these talks I was too demanding and creating drama, and he wasn't having fun with me like he used to. WTF. So we agreed to stop seeing each other since we weren't getting what we wanted from each other anymore (Turns out he was starting to get serious with another girl that he never mentioned to me before, and I guess he was feeling guilty about it all? Whatever, I never cared that he would see other girls).
So now I had all this free time and horny energy and feeling the need for validation that I can be all that drama free sexy fun.
Cue, cute and flirty chats with new matches on dating apps, and old connections that popped up again.
Sunday night I met up with new guy Amon; after I'd had drinks with some BFFs I decided to go over to his place but just to sit on his lawn and chat. He was so cute and nice and SUCH a great kisser that we ended up making out in his front yard before I said "maybe we should go inside". We ended up naked on his bed with his cock buried deep in my mouth and then my pussy, and he came twice that night. Messaged me the next day telling me I gave him "very pleasurable sex" and wanted to meet again that night. Awesome validation.
Slammed at work all week but all I can think about is getting more white cock into me. By Friday I'm twitchy with it and when Kent, who I thought would be just a ONS when we last hooked up, hits me up again, I'm down. We fuck, I squirt, he cums twice in my mouth with what I think are really intense orgasms since his body is both stiff and convulsing at the same time, he swears the whole time in the French equivalent of "fuck.. fuck...fuuuuck"
Saturday night I visited a friend who was here for the weekend and staying in a luxurious hotel room. I go over with a special surprise for him, and after a glass of wine I change out of my dress into the Japanese schoolgirl outfit. He literally bites his knuckles when he sees it. He says he can't even put into words what this is doing to him. He is a horny teenager again, groping and humping me all over the room before he undresses me and fingers me and eats me out on the king bed. We jump into the spa bathtub, have more wine while I play with his cock between my feet, and he raises my ass up to lift me to the water surface, again to eat my pussy with the bubbles all over my body. After we dry off we are back on the bed 69ing when he cums in my mouth after not even 30 seconds because it's just been overwhelmingly sexy for him and he could not stop himself. That's how insanely sexy I am, he says.
But on the drive home I'm still feeling dissatisfied because I still haven't cum yet. Lots of hot sex so I'm happy with that, but I'm still horny. I get a notification, and it's Simon, a new match from 2 weeks ago. There's been heavy flirting, sexy pics exchanged, convos about our kinks, and he's asking me "how's your night going?" at 11pm. I know he lives 10 mins away from me but we haven't met up yet.
There's a park near us, I reply maybe we can go for a walk, he says he'll be there in 10 minutes. I quickly freshen up at home then drive over to the park.
It's got big slopes of grass and a playground with a low cement wall around it.
He finds me sitting on that low wall in my dress, and I'm still buzzed from the wine and the place is really dark. That dark shadows makes me bold. As we're chatting he has his hands running up my inner thigh, I don't stop him. He takes my hand and puts it over the hard cock bulge in his jeans, and I immediately start stroking what I can. In 5 minutes, Simon is squatting down between my legs which he's spread apart and he's pushed my panties to the side and he's licking my pussy. He is fucking enthusiastic, before he sits up again next to me and asks for a little quid pro quo. I'm all about fairness, so I get down between his knees and suck his cock just as enthusiastically. He is leaking so much precum and it actually tastes pretty sweet, I lap it up.
Simon is getting off on this because he has an exhibitionistic kink and likes the idea of outdoor sex. He is groaning and holding my head but I can't keep going because of the annoying mosquitoes!
We go back to the cars but rather than say goodbye, we make out before I pop the door of my car boot up. I don't know what I wanted, but I lay myself down and Simon pushes my dress up and pulls my legs up so my heels were resting on the edge of the car boot. And then and there, in the middle of the dark car park at midnight with the little boot light shining down on us, Simon bends down and eats my pussy while working his fingers in me. I'm half worried someone might see but half CBF because he's focused and really good and I'm so fucking wet and soon I'm cumming for him. It feels so damn good, finally.
Of course, now he wants his, and tells me I can't leave him like this **waving rock hard cock in his hand** so I turn over to my side and take his cock in my mouth while he stands there, and he fucks my face, fucks my throat, I take him all the way to the base of his 7.5 inch cock, and soon he's cumming too. I swallow every salty drop. He tells me he can't believe I took his whole cock like that, that all the other girls he's had so far struggled with it. I guess he's just never met such a cock hungry girl like me before.
Four cocks over 7 nights. They say the best way to get over someone is to get under someone, and I think I definitely did that here, but I've always been a bit of an overachiever.
And now I'll be seeing Amon again later tonight...
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Attractive Force - Introduction: The Second Date [MF] [oral] [spanking]
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*Quick warning, this isn’t the usual “wham, bam, thank you, ma’am.” It was written as an intro for a longer story and turned into its own short story along the way. The longer story may have some supernatural elements, but this part was pulled from my experiences and thus can be posted to r/GoneWildStories.*
*This is my first time writing an story like this. Any and all feedback is welcome.*
*All characters are over 18.*
“I still can’t believe you told me that!” she said, shaking her head as she approached the couch and straddled him.
Owen’s half-formed response evaporated as he felt her settle onto him. They had been teasing each other throughout their date night with near-constant caresses, so he relished finally having her directly on top of him.
She still looked at him expectantly, full lips slightly pursed. “Well? What do you have to say for yourself?” she said, each word punctuated by a small shift of her hips, making him uncomfortably aware of the constriction of his pants.
Owen wrapped one hand around her hip, sliding his fingers through her belt loop. The other hand reached behind her head and pulled her down for a smoldering kiss. Even as he enjoyed how her tongue teased his lips, he felt the embarrassment well up. He broke off the kiss. “Look, I’ve apologized. It’s normal to look into people you’re going on a date with.” He held back that it was uncanny how into him she had seemed on their first date, and how he wanted to make sure he wasn’t being scammed. A look of disappointment crossed her face as if she could read his mind. He pressed on, “It’s not my fault that you had kink items favorited on your public Etsy profile that showed up on the first page of search results!”
Ariana leaned back and reached up to pull her curly blonde hair back into a ponytail. Owen’s eyes couldn’t help but be drawn towards her impressive, bra-less boobs and how her motion emphasized the outline of her hard nipples and their piercings against her top. His mind flashed to what a ponytail might imply about her plans but was brought back to reality when her hands pressed into his chest and she ground her hips into him again.
She grinned, “How about we both agree that mistakes were made; some…” she twisted his nipple, “...a bit more egregious than others, and move this to the bedroom?”
He grinned back, relieved. “After all that dancing with this fantastic ass rubbing against me, I think we’re wearing far too many clothes,” he replied, hands running around her round cheeks as he sat up to kiss her neck.
She let out a breath as his lips pressed against her neck, clearly relishing the touch before finally pulling back. “Then stop distracting us!” She lifted herself off him and started to strut towards her bedroom, turning her head as she walked through the doorway. “Are you coming yet?”
Owen chuckled and stretched out on the couch, adjusting his hard cock in his pants. ‘If only every woman was this clear with what she wanted.’ She really was something else, and despite some borderline red flags, the physical chemistry was intense. This had to be the best second date he’d ever experienced, and it seemed like it was going to get even better.
“Too hard to get up?” floated from the bedroom followed by a giggle.
“Just letting the anticipation grow,” he said, chucking as he rolled off the couch and padded towards her bedroom.
His eyes adjusted as he walked in, the flicker of electric candles lighting the space, and finally settled on Adriana. “Wow,” he whispered as he drank in her naked form.
“You like what you see?” she smirked at him, already knowing the answer.
He didn’t say anything as he leaned over the bed, reaching down to softly drag the fingernails of one hand up her leg, across her toned stomach, around the underside of her breast, and eventually to the back of her head. He looked into her eyes and finally replied, “Good enough to eat,” before pulling her in for another searing kiss.
Ariana reached down to lift his shirt over his head before realizing there were buttons, and then started hastily undoing them. “Ugh, why are there so many…” she cut off with a moan as his hand drifted down to palm her breast and he ran a thumb around her nipple. She finally pulled the shirt off him.
“What was that?” he said with a grin.
“Get up here already. I’ve been craving this all night.”
He stepped away from the bed with a wink before reaching down to undo his belt. Her eyes followed his hands and her hips twisted from side to side as he slowly pulled the belt off. He found himself drawn back to thinking about the items on her Etsy page. Restraints, paddles, a hood with a gag, even a cane.
“Good enough to eat.” he heard her echo.
He shook his head to clear his thoughts and realized his body had taken off his pants on autopilot, and he was standing there in his underwear.
“No?” she asked.
“No,” he replied firmly. “I’m eating first.” In a back corner of his mind, he knew that this was a distraction, but decided to go with it anyway. There were few things he enjoyed more than making a woman cum, and Ariana was clearly sensitive.
He walked towards the bed, laying himself down next to her and began the slow process of kissing his way down her body. He took note of the spots that made her tighten her hands in his hair, including her neck and collar bone. Her skin tasted faintly salty from the sweat they had worked up while dancing earlier in the evening. Pausing at her breasts, he relished the texture of the piercings in contrast with her protruding nipples. The sides of her stomach were also clearly sensitive as she half moaned, half giggled as he ran his lips near her sides.
As he got closer towards her pussy, he could feel the heat emanating from it. Experimentally, he wrapped his hands around her hips with his thumbs just touching her coarse pubic hair and pressed some of his body weight onto both of her hips at once, holding her down. She moaned again, this time louder.
“Hurry up already!” she told him as she tried to wiggle her hips. “I want your tongue in my pussy.”
He grinned and ran his fingers through her pubes and rubbed his palm in small circles. Her outer labia shifted around with his circling, and her musky smell intensified before he gently blew air across her pussy.
“Mmmm.”
He continued rubbing her mound while his other hand teasingly touched her inner legs and he heard her suck in air as his fingers grazed near her asshole. “I’ll remember that for later,” he said, right before running his flattened tongue from the bottom of her pussy to the top.
She drew out her reply, “Yessss,” and grabbed him by the hair again, moving his face back towards her pussy.
He took her cue, and dove back in, no longer teasing. She tasted sweeter than other partners he remembered, and had the sexiest movements of her hips each time his tongue traveled up her pussy, concluding with a little shimmy as he flicked his tongue at the top. She also seemed to very much enjoy him rolling her outer labia between his lips.
With her continuing to run her fingers through his hair and sometimes pulling him in, his face was quickly coated in her juices. He slid one hand under her bent leg to tweak her sensitive nipple and reached with his other hand to set his upturned middle finger against the base of her vagina.
Ariana groaned, “Oh god, please.”
He ran his finger along her outer lips, letting it become wet with her juices, and pulled his head so she could clearly see him sucking on the finger. “You taste so good,” he said as he easily slid his finger all the way in.
She moaned while making an exaggerated roll of her eyes. “Of course it does! I’m the sweetest girl around.”
It was his turn to roll his eyes with a grin. “Certainly one of the horniest.” He went back to licking her pussy as he slowly pulled his finger in a come here gesture. Her breath was already quickening and her pussy tightening up.
Her hands went to her nipples. “Yes, right there,” she called out with a bit of her southern accent coming through, which he’d learned meant she was either very distracted, very emotional, or both.
Owen could tell she was close to coming already and his cock was rock hard thinking about how good it would feel to push into her wet pussy. He smiled and settled into the motion she seemed to like so much, drawing the flat of his tongue across her clit and flicking it at the end.
After another minute, her hips started bucking, and he could no longer aim his licks, instead choosing to move his free hand back to her hip to hold her down. His lips latched on around her clit, and he made tiny movements with his tongue across her exposed nub.
Ariana’s breath came in short gasps. “Oh, oh, ohhh… I’m cumming” she cried out, her legs squeezing around his head.
Owen continued flicking his finger inside her as her pussy clamped down and worked to maintain the exact same pressure on her clit. She eventually pushed his head back, breathing heavily, and he slowly removed his finger.
“That. Was. Amazing,” she said, emphasizing each word, and ending with a big sigh that left her whole body relaxed.
“I’m just getting started,” he replied, kissing her stomach.
She propped herself up on one elbow, “I’ll be too sensitive. It’s my turn to take care of you.”
He laughed, “Just let me know when you’re no longer too sensitive. We have all night. Plus, you taste too good.” Owen returned to running his fingers up and down her legs and kissing around her navel.
She shivered as he reached one hand up to trace her collar bones. “How did you find that spot so quickly?”
“I like paying attention to things that make people feel good,” he replied.
She was soon shifting her hips again, and he worked her through another orgasm, this time with both his middle and ring fingers. As his other two fingers draped down, he remembered how sensitive her ass had been and made sure to let one of his fingers tease her a bit just as she was about to cum.
This time, she was even more relaxed after her orgasm and lay there with a grin on her face. “Well, that made this one of the best second dates I’ve ever had.”
Owen smiled at her, “I think I have room for dessert. Roll over for me.”
She smiled and shook her head, “I think it's your turn now.”
“I like things in threes.” This time with a bit more command in his voice, “Roll over for me.”
“Yes, sir,” she answered promptly as she rolled over, presenting her strong back that flared out to her beautiful ass. It was clear she had put in the time at the gym.
“I’ve been thinking more about those items on your Etsy page…”
“Yeah?”
Owen continued, “and I think there might be some fun we can still have without toys.” He squeezed her ass and gave it a light swat. “Know what I mean?”
She looked back at him with an intensity in her eyes that he hadn’t seen from her before, and she quickly answered, “My safe word is katchup, but I don’t expect to need it.”
He blinked before replying, “Thank you.” His hands ran over the globes of her ass as he thought to himself, ‘What am I getting into here?’
His mind drifted off, but some part of him still knew what to do. He reached one of his hands up to wrap his fingers through her hair, pulling her head back a bit as he leaned in to whisper in her ear, “I’m going to spank your naughty ass for teasing me all night, and if you promise to be good, I just might let you cum with my tongue in your ass.”
“Yessss” she hissed, wiggling her hips against him. “I’ve been very, very bad.”
He let her head lay back on the bed and started moving his hand in circles across her ass cheeks, warming them up. “You need to be taught an important lesson. Naughty girls get punished.”
“Please no, I’ve just been trying to make you happy.”
“Your punishment for tonight is 10 spankings on each cheek,” he intoned. “You will count for me.”
The staccato sound of a SMACK filled the air as his first blow landed on her right cheek. Somewhere in the back of Owen’s mind, he knew it was the perfect form to maximize the sound and provide sharp, short term sensation while not leaving marks.
“One…” Ariana replied with a cool voice, as if mocking him.
“Your teasing was nothing but trouble, and you knew you were attracting the attention of everyone around you.” His other hand landed another blow on her other cheek. *SMACK*
“Two,” still cool.
“You loved showing off your cleavage and your nipple piercings all night.” *SMACK*
“Three,” this time with a bit more emotion.
The verbal admonishments for her sluttiness during their date continued, each followed by a spank that left the globes of her ass warmer and warmer. *SMACK SMACK SMACK*
As she finally cried out as if in real pain after he landed spank number 14, the part of Owen that was observing his body on autopilot fully retreated.
“Up on your knees with your face still on the bed.”
Adriana complied, whimpering. As she exposed herself, it was clear her pussy lips were puffy and pulsing, and a bead of her juice ran down one of her thighs.
The final six blows landed right between her upper thighs and her cheeks to maximize pain.
As Ariana whimpered, “Twenty,” two fingers were shoved into her sodden pussy and her asshole licked with abandon. Her orgasm thundered through her body in less than 20 seconds, her hips lurching forward and her legs snapping together.
She continued trembling for a full minute to whispers of “Good girl,” before finally rolling over, pushing him back, and yanking down his underwear.
“I need this cock in me. Now.” She sloppily sucked his limp cock into her mouth, fondled his balls, and even reached up to pull on his nipples again. After a couple minutes, she popped off him and asked, “What’s wrong?”
He blinked, finally registering the note of concern in her voice. “What you’re doing is great, but I think that last bit was kind of intense for me.”
“Oh…, well…” she tugged on his cock some more. “I…”
Owen saw a myriad of emotions cross her face, disappointment, confusion, frustration, and others he couldn’t identify. “It’s okay,” he said, gently moving to pull her hands off him and hold them. “I’ve just had a lot to drink tonight, and some of the meds I’m on make it harder for me to keep an erection,” he exaggerated.
He pulled her up to him, and they held each other for a bit.
“You know, that was incredible,” she sighed. “You were incredible, especially for our first time together, but I’m worried about you,” she finished, running her fingers through his hair.
“Yeah,” he replied. “It just brought up some stuff from my past that I wasn’t quite ready to face.” He appended into the silence, “But I do really like our physical chemistry.”
“Me too, and I certainly enjoy kink, but I don’t need it every day. You grabbed the reins there and escalated it, but it was definitely within my boundaries.”
“Yeah, I hear you. It was just an intense immersion into some old wounds.”
Ariana let him have a few minutes and gently reached down to rub his chest. She finally quietly asked with a hint of a southern accent, “Will you stay the night? I love how it feels when our bodies are touching.”
“I would really like that,” he answered ambivalently.
As they drifted off for the night with her curled up next to him as the little spoon, he blinked back tears. He had rarely felt so alone.
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My friend fingered my pussy instead of his girlfriends
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I attended a dinner gathering at the residence of a couple of my friends. They had me spend the night in the guest room since I had drunk a little too much hehe.
I don't really remember why I did it or the specifics, but I do recall being lonely and moving to a room with other people.
It turns out that I shifted into my friends' bedroom and insisted on sharing their bed.
I experienced some lower abdominal pressure when I woke up the next morning. I quickly came to understand what was going on.
Fingers were in my pussy. Then I overheard someone say, "May, you're so wet." Hes gf name is May. I guess he thinks I'm her.
So, what the heck, I always make terrible choices, and this one feels sooooo amazing, so I let him fingerfuck the hell out of me.
I restrained myself from moaning out of fear that he would overhear me and understand I wasn't his girlfriend, so instead I simply gripped his hand, pulled him farther into my pussy, and pounded.
My orgasm was wonderful.
The guilt set in as my head cleared from the cumping, but something didn't feel quite right, so I took a chance and said, "When did you know it was me?"
He stood up after that and declared, "May doesn't enjoy playing in the morning."
Fuck. You did well, sir. Played well.
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19F Cheating never felt so good
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Last year I (19F) cheated on my then-boyfriend (24M) again and unlike the previous time, I don't in the least feel guilty.
My boyfriend had for some time, wanted to experience a threesome. And for a long time I'd refused.
On that Friday I said yes after we met a guy called Eric (30M) in a bar. All night they both charmed me, so still sat in the bar, I had my hand placed under the table and onto Eric's huge cock. Minutes later with my boyfriend watching outside, I gave my second blow job to a man who wasn't my boyfriend. (my boyfriend though it was the first)
Eric came in my mouth saying he'd not had head like that for years.
Still horny my boyfriend invited him to our apartment and a few minutes later I was on our bed naked with my boyfriend's cock in my mouth and the older man licking my pussy and ass. The thing is, when my boyfriend came pretty quickly from me blowing him, he all but collapsed on the bed. But before he did, he asked our guest to leave.
Unfortunately for my boyfriend I was so horny by then, there was no way I was going to miss out on being fucked by such a large cock.
Taking Eric into our guest bedroom, we licked, sucked, and fucked for the next few hours. I slept for a while and was woken up by Eric sliding his cock into me from behind as he spooned me. It was one of those fucks when you wish you can keep on orgasming over and over. And that's exactly what I did. We even risked having anal sex in the shower, as the sun was rising. My boyfriend was utterly ashamed of himself, forcing me as he switched, to have sex with another man. As far as he was concerned Eric had left our place before he'd passed out. And for my part, I obviously didn't tell him only an hour before he woke up, I was kissing my new lover goodbye.
I've met Eric a number of times since. Having sex at his place, his car and outdoors too. It's been a whirlwind of very dirty, but amazingly good sex. And now I'm only sad that I didn't experience sex with even more men.
Whenever my boyfriend went away on business for a few days, I would always invite Eric round and he even once asked me if I'd like him to bring a friend.
I'm not a silly girl anymore, so I knew my relationship as it was with Eric, purely sexual. So I said yes and I enjoyed having two cocks to play with and feel fucking me that night.
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[F/d] I may have had sex with my daughter - update 11
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Hi everyone, I'm the daughter, my dad gave me access to his account for today, so I just wanted to say that I really like reading all the comments and chats, I won't be sharing any pictures, because it doesn't make me feel conformtable, but I'll gladly answer all your questions.
I really love my dad and for those of you who are concerned that I'm just using him, I promise you that even if we didn't live together I would still serve him and pleasure all his needs. I'll go buy some gifts for my daddy in a little bit, but I'll be available to talk until my dad gets out of work.
Today I cooked him breakfast and have him a blowjob while he ate, I'm hoping he'll take me to a nice place for dinner and I'll try and invite him a club. You can call me Vanessa of you want (not my real name)
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