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My friend's wife helped give me the best "welcome home" gift imaginable [MF]	Note: I originally posted this in r/Truebigdickstories which is why I focus on that aspect a lot. If you find that obnoxious then sorry etc, but I ain't re-writing it! I think there's something in here for everyone though. Happy to provide additional details if asked. I recently moved back to my hometown after six years away so a couple weekends ago a bunch of us got together to celebrate and have a good time. A lot had changed among the group while I was away as one would expect. Some couples had gotten married, some broke up, some had children, there are some new faces, etc. Overall this was still the same group of people I had known for a long time though, only now with some different dynamics. We started with drinks and games at a friends place, and since this occasion was about welcoming me home I was fielding a lot of questions from everyone about my time away. Naturally the topic of my dating life came up and I was explaining that I had a couple brief flings but nothing serious when a guy friend of mine interjects, "He was probably too busy wrecking tinder dates with his monster cock!" Which got a roar of laughter from everyone. It's something that's been attached to my reputation for most of my life so everyone is aware I'm on the larger side, whether it's first hand or from hearing jokes/comment about it, so I was used to it and just continued on with the conversation. Later on we were at a bar and I found myself standing around a high top talking with three of the women, two of whom were married to guys in the group and one was a newer acquaintance that my friend met through work. The wives I had known for a long time. One I had hooked up up with long ago (Wife A) and the other was the wife of the friend who had joked about my dick earlier (Wife B), just to set the scene. These two are also very concerned with my dating life - bless them - so they brought up that topic once again and I continued catching them up on my romantic adventures. I gave them a summary of the past few years to which Wife B jokingly follows up with, "Plus all those tinder dates right??" I laughed but answered her question anyway with a grin, "Yeah, I mean there were a few of those too." "I bet!" said Wife A, "All you'd have to do is send them a dick pic!" This was hilarious and strange coming from a someone who everyone knows I've slept with before and is now married to another good friend (I actually have story about that whole situation but I'll save it for later), but I was kind of enjoying the experience of talking about this with two married women so I kept it going: "How did you know my dating strategy??" I said, and in typical drunken bullshit mode I upped the ante, "I've got a folder on my phone named 'tinder' just for that reason" - "Oh my god, I bet you're not even joking!" she laughed. Meanwhile the newer acquaintance Amy had been standing there silent through this whole conversation before asking, somewhat disgusted, "Wait, seriously? Do you do that?" I realized I might have made a mistake since to me I was just joking around with old friends, but with Amy that could easily come off the wrong way so I started backtracking, "Nooo.... I mean... yeah, I've sent some before but not like without their permission or anything..." At this point it was approaching my turn on the pool table and I didn't want to embarrass myself further so I worked my way out of the conversation. I was still eavesdropping on them whenever I could as I played though, and as Wife A was talking to the other two women and I could pick up enough to know it was about me based on the fragments. "seriously massive," "about 10 years ago," and other context clues. The other two looked like they couldn't believe what they were hearing. I continued playing pool and eventually, while waiting for my next shot, Wife A walks by while looking at me with the smile she only uses when she's up to something. "What are you so happy about?" I ask. No response. Fast forward to the next weekend and I'm headed to a concert with a few of the same friends. On the way my friend who is married to Wife A mentions "By the way Amy and some of her friends are going to be there too. She wanted to know if you would be there." I could tell now that this was a classic set-up, and suddenly I'm pretty excited to see what happens. The show was outdoors and electronic/pop stuff so everyone's dancing and having a great time. Amy and I were chatting and dancing near each other through the openers, and as the sun started to set and BAC levels rose it got more intimate. All signals seemed to be green so eventually I put my hands on her hips and moved in closer. Not even 2 seconds go by before she's pressing up against my crotch and grinding. Amy is only about 5'2" but with the definition of a bubble butt, and she knows how to use it too. I don't think I could have stopped it if I tried but before the song even ended I was sporting a hefty half-chub, and I could tell by her movements that it got her attention because now she was just playing with it. Another song or two goes by before we hit a slower moment - not quite as danceable - so I wrap my arms around and lean in closer. I ask her if she's having a good time but instead of a response she pulls my head in for a kiss and we start making out. As we're kissing she places her other hand over my crotch and starts sizing me up. "I'm having a great time," she says with a smile as we get back to dancing. By the end of the concert all either of us wanted to do was book it to an uber and get back to her place. Thankfully it was a short ride because the moment we got through her front door we started ripping each other's clothes off. Amy, along with her fantastic ass, has a beautiful set of perky breasts. Just enough for a handful, and so satisfying to feel and play with. The first thing I had to do after she took her top off was get in there and start kissing them. Soon she pushes me back against the counter and lets her hands make their way towards my crotch as she squats down to get closer. I let her do the work, watching in anticipation as she undoes my belt and pants. I'm mostly hard at this point and my cock springs out as she takes the rest off. Her eyes get big and she stares for a moment before putting her hand around it. Then the other hand. "Oh wow," she exclaims, "Yeah that's really big..." I'm in heaven as she proceeds to blow me there in the hallway. I let her do her thing for a while before testing the waters by grabbing the back of her head and applying a bit of pressure, pushing a little more of my cock into her mouth. She's into it and starts making an effort to go as deep as possible. The feeling of her tongue hugging and massaging my dick is enough to make me feel close to cumming, but we didn't want that yet. We head to the bedroom where I continue things by making her feel good instead. She lays on her back as I get my head between her thighs and start tasting her excitement. She's extremely aroused at this point so I'm more than happy to take my time and bask in it, but Amy wanted the main course. "Fuck me," she commands. "Just fuck me." Still on her back she spreads herself wide open for me as I tease her a bit by rubbing her pussy with my cock, making myself harder than ever in the process. "Go slow," she says while staring at my throbbing erection. I spread her lips with the head of my penis and gently push myself in as she takes a breath and clings on to her bed sheets. "Oh fuck," she gasps as her pussy wraps around my cock and sucks me in. I continue loosening her up, going a little deeper with each stroke as her moans increase in volume with every inch that disappears inside her. I start picking up the pace. "Oh fuck oh fuck" she starts repeating, "so deep, oh fuck," which is when I lift her up a few inches to see if I can find an angle that lets me take it further. "Yes right there right there!" she begins shouting, and before long she's about to cum. As am I. I pull out as she quivers and rubs herself in bliss. I'm still rock hard when she recovers so we get right back at it but it's barely a minute before it's my turn. I pull out again and erupt all over her stomach and beautiful breasts. We didn't wait long for round two either. Once we caught our breath we were back at it, and we kept going for hours. In a week I'd gone from being embarrassed about mentioning dick pics in front of her to giving her multiple orgasms with, as she says, "the biggest dick I've ever had." We've hooked up multiple times since and get along pretty well actually. I'm not saying I have any expectations or anything but it's nice when it's not just a detached, one-night thing. God bless Wife A for giving me such a glowing (and thorough) reference. I'm a pretty humble guy in real life honestly (I use reddit to get this stuff out of my system) but it's such a confidence booster seeing the effect my physical gift can have on some people, to put it as bluntly as possible. Not just during sex but also in attracting them as well. Obviously you need a good personality to go with it, which evidence would lead me to believe I have, but word of mouth about my size has been a significant factor in many of my hookups and relationships. Also, it's kinda fun to know it's still on the mind of other women a decade later I can't lie 😅
[b/S] Being discreet while moving in with my brother.	Hi everyone, my brother and I have been discreetly seeing each other while he's been getting divorced from his ex-wife, she cheated on him with a friend and it's been ugly and devastating to him and his two kids. I've been helping out as much as I can to ease the burden. Getting time to have sex has been a real struggle though, we have a strict no sex policy for when the kids are around or even could be around. This has limited us to the rare occasion where our work schedules align and the kids are at school or are doing activities that don't require us to supervise them and gives us a half hour or so. While the circumstances that brought this about are terrible, a marriage being obliterated like that is always a bad thing, I've enjoyed taking on the roles of pseudo step mother and wife. I'm childless and can't have my own any more and I've check out of the dating market for many years. What I want to do, my brother wants this as well, is for me to move in with him and the kids. I currently live alone and honestly I do get quite lonely sometimes. What we plan to do is let everything settle for a while, then he's going to ask the kids what they think and if they are positive about me moving in then we'll do it. The obvious first issue is there's no spare room for me to sleep in, I'd be sleeping in the same bed as my brother. Now I have done this before and it has been non-sexual. The advice I'm looking for is how we can be intimate with each other in this situation but not have the children discover us or for anyone else to become suspicious?
[FM] I got drawn like a French girl then fucked like a ...	I didn't think I'd be writing up another encounter so soon after my last escapade, but who can keep away from a little excitement when the opportunity presents itself? It started when I responded to a post on someone looking for a nude model for him to draw. I sent a chat expressing interest. \[1\] The only time that we were both free for the next few days was later that evening, so we made plans and met up at a brewery that night. I wore a sweater dress and my tall black boots. He was almost a foot taller than me and maybe also >100 lb heavier so definitely could overpower me easily. But he seemed normal and after about an hour we headed back to his place. We started with the drawing. We did a total of six poses, ranging from my being fully clothed sitting on the bed to topless lying down. I actually was getting turned on feeling his hands on me as he positioned me into different poses. After he showed me the last drawing, he set his sketch pad down and lightly ran his hands over my body. He slid my panties down (everything else was already off besides the boots) and I was super wet. He went down on me for a while before we started to fuck. Started in missionary, then had my legs on his shoulder, then there was also my riding him, doggy, and prone. \[2\] We started out pretty tame at first but it got rougher as we went on, as he started slapping my ass, choking me, and pulling my hair. \[3\] I was pretty vocal in response so he knew I enjoyed it. At one point he took a bit of a break and I got out my vibrator. While I was lost in pleasuring myself, he came back and turned my head so I could suck his cock while playing. I came not long after and he intensified my high with fingering, playing with my nipples, etc. Then he had me get on my knees and suck him off. \[4\] Every now and then he would take his dick out and just rub it against the outside of my lips and face. He talked dirty to me throughout, saying how I had such a pretty mouth and how he was going to use my married mouth. Eventually he asked where I wanted him to finish and I said tits. But he had a huge load (like huge) and it got all over my neck, tits, belly, legs, and boots. Oh and my hair. \[5\] A super fun evening overall, and he gave me the sketches to keep! \[6\] Footnotes 1. It turns out he'd actually seen my profile before! 2. I don't remember the order exactly. 3. Recalling and writing this just made me wet. 4. Still only in my boots. 5. Why does cum always keep getting in my hair. 6. The sketches: https://imgur.com/a/xf9AYa3
[S/B] AMA! In a throuple with my brother and girlfriend!	Hey everyone! I wanted to make a post to let you all know my girlfriend and I both delivered healthy babies recently! Since we’re all busy I figured I’d make it an AMA so ask away! So a little backstory for those of you who haven’t read my past posts. I am in a throuple with my brother and girlfriend/bff. We all have a very healthy sexual and romantic relationship together. Our sex lives are extremely active even though we are busy a lot taking care of the 3 little ones. My brother had to go back to work today since they didn’t give him much time off with paternity leave. Although, my girlfriend got 8 weeks (I think, can’t really remember with everything going on haha)! Her and I have a good system going for how we are managing the three kids together and then my brother helps out when he’s available and we need him! I know my post is relatively short, but feel free to read through my past posts if you want more information or just ask me as many questions as you’d like!
[F] It's been fun, but it's time for filly_folly [F47] to log off	I haven't posted for a while, though I have been writing--a lot. I have been loosening up as a writer and exploring more of my fantasies in addition to some of the stories I hadn't thought about in a while. This includes some experiences that Keith reminded me of after reading my saga about our affair (yes, I sent him the whole thing, slightly edited, he didn't need to know I thought he was a boring conversationalist). He loved it and sent back some notes: "what about that time when we ....?" I had forgotten some pretty sexy moments! But anyway, I want to thank those who responded to positively to my writing. You gave me much needed encouragement about my skills as a writer of erotica. And, finally, I want to flip the bird to all those who exploited the anonymity of reddit to threaten, insult, demean or otherwise shame me. Up yours. Bye bye reddit. I'll delete my account in a week.
44[M4F] Nashville, TN ~ Sweet Surrender ~ Part 2	My writings are mainly fiction sprinkled with some truth. Comments, text, and messages are welcome. Enjoy. My lips and tongue drove right into her pretty little pussy as I lapped at the oil and cum running along her slit. I rimmed and teased her tight little hole and passionately sucked her clit in my mouth as she pushed her ass against me. She rocked and thrusted her hips, guiding my tongue along her cunt. She moaned loud as she gripped the chains off the cuffs as she bucked back against me. She started cumming all over my tongue and face, her juices mixed with the sweet candy body oil. She screamed, “I’m cumming”, and gave few last thrust. As her body came to rest, I pulled away, and maneuvered her slippery on the plastic mattress cover until she was on her back agains, laying in the puddles of body oil under her. As she caught her breath, I removed my oil soaked boxer briefs and released my semi hard cock. I straddled her tummy and rubbed her breast as she finished the last of her orgasm. I bent down and kissed her passionately as she moaned in my mouth. Breaking the kiss, I sit back up and slide my legs up her sides. Everything is so slippery now from the body oil all over. I lay my cock between her breast as she looks down. I massage the oil into her breast as my cock gets harder between her breast. I pinch her nipples and rub her tits, squeezing them against my shaft. I slowly start to fuck her tits, coating my cock in oil as it slides back and forth between her cleavage. She softly moans and intently stares as my cock, as it disappears between her tits. I fuck her tits till I am fully erect. Then I climb off her and position myself up near her head, kneeling. She looks at me hungrily and opens her mouth. I guide the mushroom head of my cock to her lips as she kisses at it softly, lapping the precum. She opens wider and I feed her the rest of my cock. She slowly starts to suck as I lean my head back and moan. She moves so softly and slowly, licking and sucking every inch of my shaft. She looks up at me the whole time with love and lust in her eyes. My hands run up and down her oily body, touching every inch of her. She gently twist her head side to side, intimately sucking my cock. I moan in pleasure. “Fuck you are so good at that Baby Girl.” Finally my cock slips from her lips with a wet pop. She pants and licks her lips as I climb off of her. She spreads her legs wide displaying herself before me as I slide between her legs, and rest on my knees. She drapes her legs over my thighs and I grip my cock and rub the head up and down her slit, parting her wet slippery lips. We are both now an oily mess, and just the tip of my cock enters her. I hold it there as moans at the sensation. Looking down I ever so slowly start to push my cock in inch by inch till it disappears inside her. Her pussy molds and hugs my cock as I hold it in place. I collapse on top of her and kiss her as I gently start to fuck her. Our bodies are coved in oil making it easy for our bodies to glide against each other. I slowly work my cock in and out of her as we hungrily kiss. Our tongues intertwine in a fit of passion as I push deep inside her. Our heads tilt and we take turns sucking on each others’ neck before our lips return to one another’s. She wraps her legs around me, the heel of her feet in the small of my back, as she guides me and pulls me in deeper. Our bodies are a mixture of sweat, oil, love, and lust as I gently quicken my pace, but stay at long deliberate thrust. I fuck her long and deep and the bed shifts and her moans grow louder with every thrust. Her oil soaked tits slide against my chest as I go faster. She grips her restraints and squeezes her thighs around me as she begs me to fuck her. I feel her pussy clinch and tighten as she starts to cum for me. I thrust my cock in hard and start to cum for her. Moans and screams fill the room as our toes curl in ecstasy. We explode in a sensual mess of oil, sweat, and cum. She drenches my cock as I shoot my cum deeper and deeper inside of her with every thrust, till she milks the last drop of cum from my cock. We kiss and bite at each others’ lips as our bodies collapse in pure bliss. I lay on top of her and we pant and try to breath. I whisper, “I love you Baby Girl.” She pants and replies, “I love you too Daddy.”
[B/S] Update on the threesome situation between my brother, boyfriend, and I	So, Its been a while. As some of you know, I have been having a sexual relationship with my brother while dating my boyfriend and even having threesomes with both of them at the same time. If you want to read about that, feel free to check out my older posts. Well, here we are two years later. My boyfriend and I are still together and I am still having sex with my brother. But these days I am having more sex with my brother than with my BF. Mostly because we all started college and my brother and I go to the same college while my BF goes to one on the other side of the state. And not only do my brother and I go to college together, but we managed to talk our parents into getting us a two bedroom apartment/student housing together. The most funny part was that my dad was 100% on board because he said my brother could make sure I didn't have guys over lol With the new living situation, my brother and I have sex almost every day and even a few times a day sometimes. Hell, there are even weekend where we lay in bed or on the couch totally naked watching movies or playing videogames. My BF is totally ok with the situation and him and I still hang out every few weeks and have amazing sex when he visits. And the apartment makes a great place for threesomes between me, him and my brother. I still have sex with strangers from time to time and try new things even. I honestly thought my sex drive might slow down, but I swear it is higher than it has ever been. Thats all for now. If you have anything to ask, feel free!
[F] Seduced a Retail employee to an evident boner and then fucked in Mall’s Fire exit.	A lot of people ask - “Tell us your latest experience” - but I always miss out on posting something as soon as it happens. But not this time. This is something that happened last evening/night. I went out shopping - to a mall in Noida and after doing enough window shopping - I entered a clothing store. Got greeted by a couple of female employees there and then this extremely cute guy walks up to me and greets me. He does his usual chit-chat - asked me what am I looking for and if he could help. I usually do my shopping on my own - hate it when the sales people are on top of my head but I told him that I am looking for a jeans - and if available a couple of casual shirts for work. He gave me a few options and guided me to the changing room - and stood outside of the room to help me if needed. Now the changing room - was a thick big curtain - could have easily covered the entire open area but I purposely decided to keep it a tad bit open. My heart was pumping loud - but I wanted to have a bit of fun so I decided to do it anyway. I stripped out of everything leaving my tiny thongs on - and I could so easily see from one of the mirror - him standing but with his back facing the curtain. I let out a bit of “aaahh” while trying on one of the jeans - basically to make him turn and he did (saw it in the mirror). He was now blatantly looking through the gap in the curtain and the wall - as I was pulling up the jeans up my ass. I could see him - staring inside and I could feel myself getting moist now. I wasn’t nervous anymore - but was rather turned on by that. I tried on a few clothes - as he kept checking with me if the sizes are fine. After I while, I finally opened the curtain - wearing a white striped shirt (without a bra) and one of the jeans - and asked him actually- what he feels about the fit. I still remember - the surprise and horror in his eyes when I suddenly opened the curtain. He had a boner - so much evident from top of his cargo/trackies he was wearing. He knew I had caught him looking through that gap - and his boner is an evidence of that. With him almost shaking voice he said - “Mam the fit seems nice - What do you think?”. I nodded - as I moved around a bit but his eyes were shamelessly glued to my poking nipples out of that white shirt. Couldn’t see the other two girls around actually. I moved inside the changing room - but this time didn’t even close the curtain that much. The view was clear and so were my intentions but I guess he got scared and said “Mam the store has cameras - please close the curtain” as I stood there topless but with jeans on. And no jokes - my response was - “Then you come inside since you looking from outside”. I could evidently see him gulp and scared but his boner was EVIDENT. He walked in - not caring about his job - and we kissed. His hands groped my boobs while I kissed his beautiful lips and my hands were grabbing his boner from top of his pants. We kissed to 10-15 seconds and he moved out quickly closing the curtain behind him. I was so very turned on by now - but knew it was a risky thing to do. I got dressed and came out of the changing room - the guy was still around - flustered and the other girls were also back. The same guy - helped me with the bill but was too shy and scared to say anything else - I also moved out of the store. And only 2 mins later - boom. I get a message on my phone (number that I had shared while billing) from the same guy and asking “Want to continue?”. Me being me - highly turned on - asked him “Where” to which he said - Meet me on the 3rd floor - behind some store. I didn’t mind honestly- as I walked up to the store he had asked me to come to. He came by pretty soon as well - and we said an awkward hi. We still didn’t know eachother’s name - and nobody was interested either. I again asked him “Where?” And he pointed towards a direction and started walking. I followed him. We had now moved away from the main floor - and were inside now. We cross the lifts and he opens up the fire-exit door. I was excited, scared but so turned on - that I followed him. He had still not stopped - as we climbed up a couple of floors - him walking side my side - shy smiling but had a jump in his stride. After climbing a couple of floors - we had reached a fairly dark area - no one around - no noises to hear. He came next to me - and kissed me. A much wilder kiss - with one hand groping my ass and other my boobs. I broke the kiss as his hands were now pulling up my skirt exposing my ass - and asked him if this is safe to which he said “Don’t worry. Nobody comes here except late night as this is connected to a movie hall”. He obviously didn’t care but soon I didn’t either. He pulled his pants down - and pushed my head and shoulders down - indicating he wanted a blowjob. I obliged as I went down on my ankles - and took his entire cock in my mouth in the first go. It wasn’t the biggest cock - but the crazy situation was turning me on bad. With both his hands - he was groping my tits as I sucked him on that staircase. He was moaning - but very softly as his cock certainly got bigger in my mouth. I needed a fuck now - my pussy was a sticky mess as I was rubbing myself. I got up - and turned around to bend over the railing - spreading my cheeks apart (thongs still on). I passed him a condom from my bag - since he didn’t have one. He obliged too and put it on. He stood behind me - spat on my pussy and then rubbed it and said “God you are so wet” - and he entered me. It felt amazing as he fucked me like that - my top body almost hanging from the railing as he entered me completely. Could feel his balls hitting my pussy - and whole sound was my ass clapping into his thighs. It was loud and so hot! Neither he lasted long - nor I as we both almost together came. He took out his condom - his cock still dripping of cum and threw it on the floor there. He pulled up his pants and almost instantly started walking back. I was still regaining myself - my legs were shaking and I was a mess. He stopped and helped me get up - and then weirdly asks “Can I get your panties”. I laughed but they were a mess and it was kinky - so gifted him them. We both walked back - he walked a fair bit in front of me and then waved bye as he walked back to his store. I continued my shopping for a while - enjoying the breeze up my pussy. I could smell my pussy and I am sure a few others did too - could see it from their expressions in the lift. Lets see if he messages or calls again. -R
(F) It's only a hand job, so calm down.	So, yesterday night after he broke his wrist at work, I (20f) drove a longtime friend (22m) who is also a platonic friend back to his house. He had a little issue going to the restroom when he arrived home because it was his dominant hand, but he managed, and after I helped him Saran wrap his cast, he had a shower. I enquired about him after his shower. He claimed that because drying the towel with one hand was difficult, he was letting himself air dry. If he needed assistance getting dressed, I enquired. Well, I sleep naked so there's no need in bothering with clothes right now, he clumsily retorted. I questioned his desire for me to depart. I was silent. I waited for a reply and then cautiously opened the bathroom door. He attempted to conceal a boner. I enquired as to his problem. Finally, he simply stood there head down, naked, saying, "I don't even know why I'm hard" (for his age, he is pretty sexually inexperienced). Hey buddy, chill out, and follow me, I said. I led him into his bedroom, where I put him to sleep. I informed him that the painkillers are likely the cause of this reaction and that we should benefit while they are still active. He uttered "huh?" Let me give you a handjob, I offered. "Really?" he exclaimed. But...” Relax, it's just a hand job, I told them. I stripped down for him and touched his dick. and began to stroke it while masturbating on him. He gave me a blissful look as my boobs moved. He burst after two minutes. After tidying him up and re-donning my top, I bid him good night and departed.
[S/S] They stuffed the turkey and then they stuffed me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!	Jeff was a preparing a turkey for the 3 of us to take to grandma's tomorrow... Blah blah blah Once that part of our day was over, my sister and I began to enjoy some Thanksgiving Tequila! Soon I was on the table with Jeff's giant dong in my (sore) pussy while my sister was fucking my mouth with her penis!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They were thrusting at the same time and holding hands above me! They pounded me so hard, it felt like their dicks were going to ram into each other!!!!!!! I was such a happy little sex monkey, and they used me the way I like it!!!!!!!!!! I am still sore from the ginormous beating my pussy and mouth got and it makes me HAPPY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My neck is also sore from the angle my sister was trying to fuck my throat from!!!!!! We have to get up early to have fun crazy sex and then drive FOREVER to my wonderful grandma's house! FYI, Our family knows we are both dating Jeff. They do not know that my sister and I fuck. The nice thing about a family holiday is to be around people who won't judge me if I vape or have a cig or two. Most of them do it too. I'm going to quit, I promise!!!!!!! I hope you all get stuffed or get to stuff someone sexy today and tomorrow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HAPPY THANKSGIVING TO ALL OF YOU GLORIOUS LITTLE SEX MONKEYS!!!!!!!! GET SOME LUVIN FOR ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IF YOU CAN'T FIND LOVE THEN HUMP A CUTE STRANGER FOR ME!!!!!! (I've been drinking) (more than a little and it's time to go night night)
Hockey moms are the best	My son's hockey season was done for the year, and the coaches had taken the team for a night out. leaving us parents, kid free we invite everyone to our house for drinks and hot tub. it was a good party the crowd had thin out. but the tub was full. My wife was sitting on my lap. Everyone was talking and just enjoying the warm water and drinks, when my leaned back and whispered in my ear, check out where my hand is. I followed her arm down with my hand right to the mom sitting next to us. To my surprise, her hand was rubbing Debbie's pussy. I rested my hand on top of hers. I could feel every movement of her hand. I whispered omg you're bad." I looked around the tub. Everyone was talking and drinking, so no one noticed. I reached over grabbed Debbie's hand and placed it on my wife's pussy. I then rested my left hand on top of Debbie's hand. so her I'm in the tub feeling both women rubbing each others pussy's. it wasn't long before both had their hands inside each other's bikinis rubbing and fingering each other. so, of course, I had to join. both women had cum and not a person noticed.
Why hiking is the fucking worst [M25/F25] [tame/silly. Consensual. Public nudity]	(This is a very silly bit of nonsense, and nobody really gets what they wants.) —————————- - oh my fucking god can we STOP WALKING already??? -look, I just want to keep going until it stops smelling like shit. - it’s the woods. It always smells like shit! That’s all they do out here, shit and like.. eat each other. - super sexy babe. Definitely getting me in the mood. But also, it like REALLY smells. Did you check your shoes?? Are you sure you didn’t step in something? - yes I’m sure. Just like the last five times you asked me if I had checked my shoes for shit. Look, this is a nice spot, let’s stop here. - ok fine. Did you bring the blanket? -what blanket? - you said you wanted to try banging outside and you didn’t bring a blanket? -why would I bring a blanket on a HIKE? It’s hot as fuck, I don’t wanna carry a blanket. -so we could lie on it! - we can just sit on the ground! - AS PREVIOUSLY ESTABLISHED, THE GROUND IS COVERED IN SHIT. - look, I’m sorry. Ok? We’ll figure it out. C’mere… ….(making out noises) ….. - Gross I am not putting my back on that tree. What if that moss is like.. OH MY GOD A BUG TRIED TO FLY INTO MY EAR. IT JUMPED OFF THE TREE AND FLEW INTO MY EAR - Its ok! You’re ok! Look, I’ll lean against the tree ok? And now you can lean against me, yeah just like that. See? Now I can wrap my arms around you and keep you safe and still kiss you. - I can’t believe you’ve managed to get hard given we’re making out against a tree. - what can I say? You’re just so alluring. …. (More makeouts) …..(zippers are unzipped and body parts are exposed.) - that’s it baby, keep using your hand like that. You gotta take your pants off all the way. - I can’t, they won’t fit over my boots and I don’t wanna take my boots off. -but then I -hold on -this isn’t working - ok turn around and bend over. Ah! Yes. Yeah I’m ok, I just scratched my butt on this tree. Ok just.. don’t move.. Yeah like that. Aww fuck yeah. Keep doing that. Oh my god babe look, those deer are totally watching us fuck. - WHAT? Oh my god deer! They’re so cute… ah! Don’t pinch my nipple so hard. Oh but don’t stop either. Ah! Ah ah… yes. Fuck yes. Ah… baby? what’s wrong? -I’m sorry, it’s just weird that they’re watching. - what? Just look away! Look at my butt. - I’m trying to look at your butt but I keep feeling them looking at me. - they don’t care! - that’s what’s making it weird. They’re just like, watching, but they aren’t freaked out. We might as well be birds -do birds fuck? -what? -oh my god never mind. Can we go home now? (A long uncomfortable silence) - I think a mosquito bit my balls.
[M/S] I am very attracted to my sons. Update 357. "She rides the night..."	Last night the boys had retired to their bedrooms early and I was showering, having just arrived home from dance class. The shorts I had planned to sleep in were in the dryer, so I strutted nude across the house to get them. I stopped in the kitchen and heard a song I haven't heard in many years. The song is called "She rides" by Danzig. Before I was a mother and was a hard-working stripper, I would perform to this song when I was feeling aggressive. Upon restarting the song and turning up the volume, I needed to move. My body was filled with a corrupt and fiery fury. In the dim light, the song filled me with a primal sexual energy that seemed to be drawn from the night air. Thrusting my hips foreword, I caressed my tits and slid my hands to my knees. Bending and throwing my ass into the air, I moved like a succubus needing men to prey upon sexually. Like a ponderous Jinn conjured up from a lost carnal element, I whipped my hair back, squeezed my nipples and bared my teeth toward the hallway. Any second, one of them would come to me and I would take him deep inside my wicked, incestuous body. I twitch and slap my ass hard before fingering my pussy and licking my finger clean. My intense gaze never leaving the darkness of the hallway where my hapless and horny offspring are hiding. A door opened and my older son walked toward me as if in a trance. He was under his mother's carnal spell. Patrick watched me dance and I backed away slowly, violating my body and stroking my soft skin. My tongue flicked toward him like a snake, tempting him to pull out his cock and fuck his own mother. He tried to push me onto the sofa, but I turned the tables and shoved him onto it. As I fell to my knees, I pulled out his manhood and took it into my warm, wet and enticing mouth. Soon I was straddling him and riding him as the same song repeated over and over. My teeth left a light sanguisuge mark on his bronze neck and he growled with delight. Patrick spent the night in Mommy's room. He is not afraid of his mother's assertive tendencies. My sons are 27 and 22. I will never share any pics with you.
She becomes a hotwife! [MFM 30s-50s] [first time, orgy]	We, 33F and 37M, were excited and apprehensive about this at the same time since it was a first after a very long period of talks between us. Hubby is relating this true life visit experience here and finds it incredibly hot. We decided on a swinger club owing to the safety, privacy aspect. Also we were travellers to the country, not even knowing the language, hence total strangers seemed the way to go! Apart from scanty reviews on the web, there was nothing much to go by and we picked a somewhat tame weekday night to make an entry. With butterflies in our stomachs we went in and was nicely surprised to be taken on a tour of the facilities by the guy behind the counter. The usual - dance floor, pole, jacuzzi, a few play rooms , both closed and open, St. Andrew's cross ( which both my wife and me were very curios about!) Place seemed decent enough and we decided to grab a few drinks in the bar area, to calm the nerves. An eastern european guy started chit chatting with the wifey. Clearly an eager guy, he had the hots for the lady ( as she whispered to me a few minutes later). But being too early in, we decided to explore a bit more before making some commits / play. The drinks and a bit of the jiggle on the dance floor helped in chilling and chasing away those butterflies. We decided to make out a bit to ease in and found our way into one of the couches in the open room. An older semi naked couple was making out in a corner of the room and we nicely settled into another dimly lit corner. Things started heating up with my girl ( we are crazy for each other!! ) and her sighs and gentle moans drew a few onlookers. Now, while I had nothing against body types, she did not particularly find any of the guys wildly attractive and we continued to make out. We soon realised we were wearing way too many clothes and it was getting hotter 😬 She stripped down to her bra and panty and we went about our business. By this time quite a few onlookers had joined in and the guys wanted in on a piece of the action. Encouraged by her nod, I saw 2 guys making their way to her covered tits and fondling her while I was headed south, fiddling with her panty covered crotch ( which I could sense was definitely getting hot and bothered!). Unable to wait any longer, I part her panties aside to see a nice drool forming. I look up and see 2 pairs of hands busy playing with those half exposed titties. Damn, was that a hot sight to behold!! My wife was in heaven, going by her closed eyes and heavy moans and three pairs of hands and one mouth working up a storm, for the first time ever !! Things were a blur after that. I guess she did come with my toungue once and then she whispered that she wants to feel my dick inside while the others in the room were watching us go about it. A considerable crowd of atleast 10 -12 had gathered in by that time and we had become the centre piece. It did help matters that my wife is an absolute looker and was kind of an 'exotic' species in that part of the world😉. So she took to straddle and ride me as a first order of business for a while giving the onlookers a great view of that curvy 🍑. All the while she giving rejecting looks to guys approaching her with rock hard cocks out. We switched positions to take a break and by then some new faces had made their way into the common area. After a drink of water and a few chats later, we stepped into another room. This time the eastern european (EE) guy ( who was asked politely by my wife earlier to bide his time) had the wife's ear (and upper bod) while I was doing a bit of a muff dive on her already sloppy wet cunt. Lo and behold, EE, the lucky bugger, gets a nod from the lady to replace me and get between her legs. I got to say, watching her enjoying being eaten by another man was just as in our fantasies! Hot and wild, she came in no time. I did get a bit of a mouth service while her hands were also stroking another cock in the vicinity. But my eyes were locked with hers, lying side by side and just enjoying the view. Soon enough EE slips on a condom , parts her cunt with his fat cock ( average length but quite girthy) and pumps in while she is lying on her back. The entire room is now filled with the sounds of my extra active 'hot'wife !! EE goes for a bit before he ends with a heavy load into the condom. Primed as I was, I quickly replace the gap with my dong and go to a steady pump. One of the cpls whom we had eyes for earlier were now clearly taken in by the sight of the wifey being taken by other men. An interesting request that came to us was from the lady in the couple ( translated to us by a kind English speaking soul) - she wanted to eat out the wifey. Taking a break to get hydrated, the missus was yet again on her back, spread eagled and moaning away to the expert ministrations of a stranger lady's toungue, which was again a first. That got her to a mind blowing climax in a matter of not more than 2mins!! By this time she was sufficiently fucked to say the least, a bit sore and quite contended to have spent time into the wee morning hours and we decided to call it a day. It was another thing that I hadn't managed to cum yet and that was our pact - a frenzied sloppy reclaiming fuck after her first ever swinger club/ Hotwife experience! It's a long read. We would love to hear from redditors on their first experiences, especially ones involving swinger clubs. Another time perhaps pleasures to be had in the jacuzzi or maybe the St.Andrews cross ❌ don't forget to drop in your comments.
[F/d] I(53) saw my daughter(32) after breastfeeding Update 12	I've tried to type up two updates since my last post but both felt like nothing was happening. We're not boring, but we are in a routine, and it feels like we're a normal couple most of the time. I don't want to just post about the sex because unless you are me or her it isn't super exciting to read about. My injury is healing but we're still very limited in the bedroom because of it. It hasn't caused any problems with intimacy and our sex life still feels amazing but it's not the most exciting thing to read about. Some parts are embarrassing like "we were making out and she was jerking me off and I almost fell down because I put too much pressure on my bad leg." Most of it is in bed and my daughter rides me, she looks like an angel, I worship every curve of her body, and every time we have sex it feels like a lightning bolt hits the tip of my penis, but in a good way. Being with Haley has been like all the great parts of my marriage to her mother but even better. Waking up with her feels amazing, it feels right. I'm in love with her and tell her every chance I get, she feels the same way about me. It feels perfect when it's just us. When her friends are over or having to hide the full extent of our relationship from people sucks but it is what it is. I'm finally posting because of something that happened a few nights ago. We were making love and Haley was on top and I was sucking on her huge breasts and her milk was running down my chin. She was talking dirty and then she started telling me to cum inside her. Not too strange but then she was saying she wants me to put a baby in her. She adjusted so I couldn't suck on her tits and she was sitting straight up on my cock as she rode. She knows I love that position cause I can see her whole chubby body. "Daddy, put a baby in me. Cum in that pussy." She was saying stuff like that and I was really shocked and turned on. I came in her. And she didn't stop riding, I was losing my mind and squirming to try to get out of her. It felt so good. "That was so fucking good." I told her when she finally freed my penis. She kissed my chest and said thank you. We looked at each other for a minute, she wasn't grinning like usual and I started asking some questions. I wanted to know if what she was saying was just dirty talk. She didn't want to talk about it and so we didn't. Next morning I got my answer. She was serious. She's not adamant about wanting to have a child with me but she would like to have one. Which I'm taking to mean, she wants to have a child with me really badly. She looked into it a little to see the risks and there are so many tests they can do to detect any problems early. It took a while to get that much out of her and there were some tears. It feels way too soon to be having plans for that. I told her if she wanted to discuss maybe trying it in the future is one thing. But we just started making love a few weeks ago and we aren't sure what our immediate future holds. We might move to a new area where we can be more open. And the whole situation with her ex husband is another thing. I really wish it was easy and I could just get my daughter pregnant but it's not. I know she was disappointed and we've both felt such strong emotions through all of this but we aren't a regular couple. I want to give her anything she wants but I know I can't, it fucking sucks.
Just Getting Started [775 words; M/F (30s), 3rd person POV; Daddy/baby dynamic, teasing ]	“Daddy, please,” the petite brunette begged. Her body ached with need and she could no longer control how shrill her voice sounded. She was unraveling into a chaotic scribble of arousal and denial. If she was depicted in a comic strip, she’d just be an intense cluster of graphite and red ink in a haphazard scramble of lines and curves. She felt electric, as if her skin was about to vibrate at its own frequency and set fire to the bedsheets beneath her. The towering presence that knelt between her legs smiled devilishly. He enjoyed the way she came undone. Not an hour ago she was sassy with her sharp tongue and clever quips. Then he kissed her neck and her chest and purred compliments and praises into her throat. In no time at all her sexy smirk fell into breathy gasps. Her eloquent words dissolved into desperate pleas for more: more of his touch, more of his body. The power he possessed over her was intoxicating. His hands leisurely roamed along her inner thighs, keeping her spread open for him. Shimmering liquid dripped from her core. With his middle finger he swept at her soft skin and she squeaked “Fuck!” “Mm, you taste so good.” Broken cries tumbled from her bitten lips as her hands clawed at him. Heat swam over her skin and scorched the back of her neck. Heavy breaths knotted in her chest as she bucked against him. Her mound brushed the underside of his cock and she whined. His playful grin remained. “Please, Daddy, please,” she begged. “Please fuck me.” With one hand planted on her thigh, he used the other to drag the head of his cock over the hardened nub of her clit. More whines spilled from her throat. As soon as he slapped his thickness on her wet flesh, she wailed. “Are you sure, baby?” he asked wickedly. His pelvis met hers and his cock rested on her stomach. “Look how big I am, baby. Are you sure you can take it all?” A guttural moan rumbled through her chest. Her wetness spilled onto his balls and his grin widened. He rolled his hips into her, making her legs bounce gingerly in the air. Her needy cries inspired the precum leaking from the tip of his cock. “Yes, yes, yes,” she exhaled and nodded eagerly. “I can take it, please. Please, Daddy.” His thickness slid between her soaked lips, coating the veiny shaft in her wetness. Another appreciative purr shook his broad chest. He rubbed the head of his cock on her sopping entrance and pushed gently. “You’re so tight, baby,” he warned. His length glided over her slick again. “Please, please, please,” she begged over and over. “I can take it. I can take it, please.” “You ready, baby?” he asked as he gently pushed into her entrance once more. Breathless and desperate agreements spilled freely from her open mouth. Her pleading eyes struggled to focus on his as she nodded eagerly.He moved slowly, tortuously, and indulged in her reaction. The way her body quivered; her broken gasps and sharp intakes of oxygen; how her head rolled back while she blindly clawed at his hips and thighs. Watching her teeter on the edge of eruption was one of his favorite experiences. The bulbous head stretched her swollen cunt. Her orgasm ripped through her abdomen and sent her back arching off the bed. An intense blend of shrieks, cries, and strangled swears filled the room. He barely heard his own laughter over her symphony of ecstasy. “Aw, you’re cumming already, baby?” he cooed. She hardly registered the question; the violent tremors of her orgasm dimmed all of her senses other than those receiving pleasure. All she could do was writhe and moan. And it amplified to a new decibel when he plunged another inch of his cock inside her. “Fuck, baby,” he purred. “You’re cumming so hard on Daddy’s cock.” Incoherent squeaks and gasps was her only response. He sank deeper into her until the full weight of his body dropped onto hers, pinning her petite frame to the mattress. An overwhelming swell of pleasure knotted the breath in her throat, resetting her orgasm to a pinnacle she didn’t know existed. The aggressive shudders came one after the other with every inch buried inside her. The deep chuckle in his chest joined her vibrations. “Oh baby,” he began, his voice dripping with false sympathy. He nuzzled her burning skin, brushing the tip of his tongue over her thundering pulse. The slow roll of his hips sent another rapturous frenzy through her core. “We’re just getting started.”
My stepmom, her real estate agent and the agent's daughter.	My dad and step mom were selling their house and their real estate agent is a fox. She's maybe mid 40s, blond, athletic body, nice legs and a super nice ass. Nice looking tits and sexy as fuck. Looks like she works out and takes care of her body. I would see her often when I was helping my parents getting the house ready to sell. I was wanting to fuck her so bad but she didn't pay any attention to me. One day she was at my parents and she had a young lady with her. Looked identical in the face but smaller body features. Come to find out, it's her 20yr old daughter, a few years younger than me. Unlike her mother, the daughter seemed to show interest in me. In fact, a lot of interest. By the time they left, I had her number and a date that evening. We got something to eat that night and before I took her home, she sucked my cock and I came in her mouth. She told me her mom was going to be gone the next night and I could come over to fuck. Of course I accepted and went over. I went over and she answered the door naked. She had a nice body. Smaller boobs and ass and toned body but it wasn't as nice as her mom's looked. We fucked in the living room, kitchen, her bedroom and another bedroom. She was a freak. I just met her yesterday but she let me fuck her raw and I came inside her pussy three times. After the last round, she was in the shower and I decided to snoop around. I found her mom's room and looked around. She had a hugh closet full of clothes and shoes. A big fancy bed and furniture. I went into the bathroom and saw a pair of used panties in a basket. I knew they were dirty because I could smell her pussy. It smelt heavenly to me. I instantly got hard. I stuffed them into my shorts I had on and looked around more. I looked through her drawers and found some sex toys. A vibrator and a couple of dildos. I could see a little crust on a dildo, I'm guessing from her pussy juices but I didn't taste it. I put it back and left her room. At that point, I knew I had to fuck her but I needed to figure out a way to do it. The next day, I was at my parents alone, fixing some things when the daughter shows up. Once she found out we were alone, she wanted to fuck. She has a nice body and a great fuck so I didn't turn her down. We went up to my old room and got right to business. She was a decent cock sucker and her bald pussy tasted good. After making her cum from oral, I started fucking her from behind. She's loud and a talker during sex. She came again after a few minutes and wanted to ride me. She was fucking me good but I didn't hear my step mom come home. She probably heard the moaning and came up into my old room. I'm not sure how long she was there but the daughter said she wanted to swallow my cum. When she hopped off of me and started to suck my dick, that's when I saw my stepmom. I just screamed, "holy shit," as I came and saw her at the same time. When she milked all the cum out of my dick, she pulled me out of her mouth and stroked me, making sure she got all of my cum. That's when my stepmom spoke up. "What the fuck is going on here? You little slut, how dare you come into my house and do this. Just wait until I tell your mother." The whole time, my stepmom was staring at my hard cock. The daughter got scared, gathered her clothes and took off. My stepmom then sat on the bed. "If I knew your cock was bigger than your father's, I'd fucked you years ago. Can you go again? It's been years since your dad fucked me. Oh, don't worry about her mom, I'll talk to her. By the size of that cock, she'll be interested in fucking you too."
She grabbed my dick in her living rolm	I have a neigbour that is much older than me, but she looks amazing for her age. For some time now, she was teasing me more and more. In short, she was always sunbathing in her yard for years, sometimes in bikini and sometimes in topless. One year, I saw her and stare... and at some point, she looked at me and smile - but we never talked about that. This summer the same thing happen and she came to our home couple of days later and smiled at me while talking with my parents. But never said anything to me. But, last week, I went to her house for my friends book... and, well, not sure how detailed I should be, but... in short, she kissed me, grab my balls and I grabbed her ass while waiting for my friend in the living room :)
[B/S] New Years and Family Trip. Also Car Sex.	Hey everyone! Hope your holidays went well. Figured I’d drop a line regarding how my holidays went. I’m not certain as to when this thing became a lifestyle blog, but I’m having fun writing it. New Years was a lot of fun. My family spent it with our extended family. Which was entertaining to say the least. I know it’s a stereotype but it’s pretty funny to watch my two uncles-who are both polar opposites on the political spectrum- get into it. If nothing else it was an interesting debate. Unfortunately that did mean May and I were unable to get any alone time for a couple of days, but it wasn’t the worst in the world. We were able to sneak in a new year’s smooch after everyone had gone to bed. After new years the four of us packed up and went to our place in Florida. We’ve been here for a couple of days, and I’m currently writing this from there! I was pretty excited about the trip, since it’s been a while since we’ve gotten to take a vacation. Also May in a bikini. Yum. We’ve done a bunch of fun things both on land and water. I had forgotten how much fun tubing is. And now for the fun part. Since we’re in a relatively small apartment, there was no chance of May and I getting up to anything. So, we improvised. We took the rental out “to explore the town” and found a nice secluded parking lot. The buildings that had been there were all pretty run down. Normally I wouldn’t have wanted to stay there for longer than I needed too but I was salivating at May. See, I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this but she likes to be sexy ALL THE TIME. She spends a weirdly large amount of her paycheck on clothes. Needless to say, her swimsuits are divine. She managed to find this one piece swimsuit that had cutouts in the back and a circle-shaped cleavage. I felt like every cartoon character when their eyes bounce out of their head. So needless to say, I was pretty revved up. And despite my completely normal swim suit, so was May. So we got at it like animals, in the front seat, in the back seat, and pretty much everywhere possible in a rented minivan. There was a brief moment of fear when a cop car drove by. I have no idea what they were doing but we dropped down and pulled a blanket over us and hid. There was a good five minutes where I was laying on the floor with my dick in her pussy hiding from the po po. I may or may not have been groping her tits while we were hiding. After the cop left I continued my “ministrations” and we enjoyed each other a bit more before heading back home. Now we’re kinda just hanging around the apartment waiting for tomorrow. May has recently gotten into Game of Thrones, which isn’t normal because normally I’m the nerd in the relationship. Regardless, I’m happy she’s enjoying it, even if I’m a little jealous of how much she likes Robb Stark. But honestly, I don’t blame her! I’m a fully heterosexual guy and even I admit the dude is a handsome man. Anyways, thanks for reading my rambling stuff. I hope all y’all had a good new year! Do any of you have any interesting New Year’s resolutions? Mine is to work on myself more. Which is stereotypical, but we’ve all got our battles to fight, Yknow?
Encounter [FM][F30][M20][Unconsent][Zombie]	Start of a zombie apocalypse. Zombies infect humans through sex. Humans can be infected if they come in contact with fluids from a zombie's cum, juice from the vagina, breast milk, or saliva. No cure yet for the disease. If you become infected, please kill yourself. A few hours after midnight I was on my way to the restroom when I heard moans and groans coming from the hallway towards the bathroom. "What's that?" I asked myself as I continued walking into the dark corridor which led to the men's room. There were two doors on either side of me but before I could reach the first one there was a loud moan and then some heavy breathing. The second door opened quickly and a man stumbled out of it. He had a huge erection and his face was all red and sweaty. His eyes were bloodshot and he looked like a junkie who just got high for the first time. "Oh god," I said as I saw him stumble and fall backward onto the ground. I hurriedly turned around and ran back down the long corridor to the front entrance. My mind was racing about what I'd seen. It wasn't until I reached the front entrance and stepped outside that I realized what had happened. A woman, probably in her late thirties or early forties, was standing next to me with an equally large hard-on. Her face was flushed and she looked terrified. She must have been infected! I decided to stay away from the bathrooms and went downstairs where I saw another couple having sex against the wall near the kitchen. The man was grunting loudly and he pushed up her dress so that everyone could see her underwear. The woman seemed to be enjoying herself because she was moaning continuously while he humped her from behind. After a few minutes, they both fell over on their sides and started kissing each other. They didn't notice me watching them. I decided to go back upstairs. There was no more movement in the house. I was bored and horny, but I knew that I shouldn't fuck anyone here. At least not yet. I walked along the corridor towards the stairs when I heard someone running down the stairs. I turned around and saw a naked woman jumping toward me. As she landed on the floor she let out a scream followed by a low growl. Her eyes were wide open and bloodshot from her mouth. She grabbed my leg and started kissing and licking it. "Help!" I yelled as I tried pushing her off me. But she wouldn't stop. She kept pulling at my clothes and kissing my neck and shoulders. I felt her hand slowly moving down my stomach and she started squeezing my cock through my pants. "Stop!" I cried out. She pulled my shirt up and licked my nipples. Then she licked my chest. She didn't listen to me. Instead, she climbed on top of me and pressed her pussy on my dick. Her hard nipples rubbed against my bare chest and she bit down on my shoulder. She placed her hands on the wall above my head and arched her back so that I could look down at her body. She was covered in sweat and her breasts bounced every time she moved her hips. "No!" I yelled as she pushed her tongue down my throat and sucked on my tongue. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight. She screamed and moaned as my dick slid deep into her. "Oh shit," I whispered as I felt my orgasm approaching fast. I knew that it was over and that I will become one of them.
[F/d] [B/S] I was turned on hearing my daughter fuck her brother Update 2	Haven't had any anything physical happen with my daughter yet, but I have a lot of illuminating conversations with my oldest son, Chuck, the past few days. He saw the first post I made on here. I fibbed some details of the story so that someone I know reading it wouldn't immediately know it was me writing it. But my son being the one of the subjects of the post, he recognized it and was 99.9% sure it was me. He wasn't 100% so he was nervous about asking me but after I confirmed my attraction to Chloe he brought up the reddit account. It made it much easier to talk to him knowing that he had known this whole time. All the new details I've gotten have come from Chuck. He told me that Chloe has talked about wanting to fuck me multiple times. At some point she had put two and two together and realized we aren't rich but as a single dad of three I managed to marry a woman over a decade younger than me and had two more kids. So she figured I could lay some pipe, and through girl talk with her stepmom she had those thoughts confirmed. Chloe had told Chuck about wishing she could fuck me during pillow talk and had touched herself thinking of me. I was rock hard hearing that. He said they would fuck and she called him daddy sometimes and he thought she was imaging it was me fucking her. He also said he wasn't shocked because we do look so much alike. Friends have joked that he was my clone. The past week or so Chuck has been hitting on my wife. I'm ok with it. He has commented on her instagram photos and made some remarks that were clearly flirting. She showed them to me and laughed about it but she was also very flattered by it. They're closer in age than me and her. This weekend we had a family bbq since its getting cold now. Weather was pretty nice. If you were in the shade it felt a little cold but if you were in the sun it felt nice. I did the bbqing and the girls all laid out to get a little sun. Chuck continued his flirting, he wasn't as forward as he was online but he was hitting on his stepmom and sister while I cooked. I could hear them, he kept it fun and light but was very complimentary to both of them. Bobby got off work late so he missed the flirting but was home in time to eat. Chuck told me after dinner that he got some head from Chloe when she changed out of her bikini before we ate. He had a couple drinks so he said he was done for the night. Bobby must have fucked her that night but I didn't hear anything. Me and my wife fucked like animals that night. I teased her that I thought she was gonna leave me for the young man today. She was crazy horny and she came twice before she tapped out and blew me. I could only think of Chloe upstairs calling her brother daddy imagining it was my dick fucking her as I came. Spooning in bed afterwards, wifey said Chuck is pretty hot for a young guy, and it helps he looks so much like his daddy. I poked and prodded her with a few questions and I think she thought I was jealous. She said I had fucked her when she was 27 so I can't get mad if she would want to fuck someone that looks just like me at 27. We talked a little more about them after that. She said Bobby is cute but not as handsome as Chuck. And she said Chloe is super hot and cute and doesn't know why she doesn't have a boyfriend. I couldn't tell her she has two brothers with benefits is why she doesn't. Sunday we had a nice family day. None of the kids had work so we were all relaxing at the house. Chuck was still laying on the compliments to his stepmom and she was loving it. Chuck went home that night, Bobby and Chloe both "went out to see friends". They might have been gone somewhere to fuck and not have to be so quiet. With the older kids gone and other kids asleep in their rooms me and the wife got loud. It was hard and rough and amazing. I wanted to ask her if she was imagining my son railing her perfect pussy. She's clearly turned on by him. She knows I know that. Passionate rough sex like that two nights in a row is rare. I've got more hope now. We've had threesomes, she's bi, she has taken on more than one guy at once, and she's been ok bringing her own friends into our bed. If she brought up in a moment of passion that she wanted to fuck Chuck I would be for it. If she wanted that I don't see her having a problem with bringing Chloe into out bedroom.
"You must smell like cock" [FM]	He was reading my latest story about us while I was squatting between his legs licking his cock. As soon as the precum started wetting his glans, I would lick it, pulling away and watching the little threads of precum looming in the air between his cock and my tongue. Doing it repeatedly distracted him and when he understood, he stopped reading to take some pictures of me. At the umpteenth photo, I changed my strategy, I slightly opened my mouth and squeezing his erection, I passed the glans on my lips, wearing his precum like a lipstick. He grabbed me by the hair and brought my face close to his, licking my lips and pushing his tongue into my mouth. Back between his thighs, back his cock between my lips, he pushed my head down and his cock deep into my throat, over and over again. I emerged only for a small breath and to observe his cock completely soaked in my saliva and every time a smile escaped me. After every moment I was about to choke, I caught the air smiling. He started filming me. I was staring straight at the lens as I sucked, licked his shaft; while his cock was fucking my throat and I abandoned myself to the sensation of suffocating, of not having air, of not being able to think. I stared straight into the camera as I emerged from oblivion smiling, while saliva trickling down my chin and his boner, as I slammed his cock into my tongue and cheeks. "You are really slutty... It's obvious how much you like it" he commented. At one point he dropped the phone and grabbed me by the hair, holding his erection he shoved it deep into my throat. Then he started rubbing it on my lips and further down my throat and then rubbed it all over my face. Again and again. "You must smell like cock... all of you, your whole body must smell like my cock and you don't have to clean yourself, when you go out with your friend later, he must smell what you are" he grunted. Juggling my body like a doll, he undressed me and stood on top of me; I approached him my bare breasts, hard and erect nipples and he continued to fuck my throat and dry his cock on me. He pushed me backwards and pulling my legs up - resting my ankles on his shoulders - he penetrated me over and over again. I could only moan but my every moan was followed by a slap. He grabbed me by the neck and inserted three fingers into my tight pussy as his cock bumped into my thighs. He quickly fingers me and his hand from my neck sinks three fingers into my mouth, his two hands making the same movements in two opposite holes of my body. My orgasm didn't take long to arrive, his hand was covered in my fluids and he slipped it into my mouth while - still in spasms - I was being penetrated again by his cock. I licked his fingers, moaning. Then he sat up, his cock towering over me and I knew he was about to explode. I squeezed his erection, jerking off and rubbing it on my tongue, my mouth wide open in anticipation of his cum.
The Tutor, Part Fourteen [F20/F18] [D/s] [Role Reversal]	PART FOURTEEN I’ve always hated phone calls. While they’re definitely the way to go in order to avoid excessive back and forth texting, there are just too many drawbacks compared to other forms of communication. Talking with someone face to face has the advantage of facial expressions and body language. Typing out a text or email lets you organize your thoughts in written form before pressing ‘Send.’ But both those perks are lost over the phone. Long story short, calling Annabelle might have been a bad idea. I had been a lot more focused on IF I would be reaching out and suggesting another session. The pros and cons. Annabelle’s passion and initiative for mathematics was a huge draw, as was the outlandish amount of money I’d be making from each session, but how was I supposed to put that into words? It was too late to back out, however. It’s not like I could just hang up on her. “Oh, hey,” I said, “Sorry to bother you so late.” She quietly scoffed. “Please. It’s barely even nine. Besides, you never bother me.” The casual compliment landed more effectively than she probably realized. Lightly blushing, and suddenly grateful to be on the phone instead of a video call, I muttered an awkward, “Thanks.” I don’t know what it was about the girl. It’s not like I had anything to prove to her. I was the tutor, and she was the high schooler. And yet, her low key validation made an unexpected impact. “Anyway, I was just taking another look at my schedule.” A white lie. Saturday was always a free day for me, at least in terms of obligations. I still tended to use the time for schoolwork and studying. “Oh?” The tone behind the one word response was enough to tell that she knew where I was headed. She didn’t fill in the blanks for me, however. “Yeah. It looks like my next few weekends will be more flexible than I thought. At least, until midterms hit.” That last part wasn’t a lie. Our sessions would have to be more hit or miss while I focused on wrapping up a few projects and studying for those tests. I still wasn’t sure how to ask Annabelle if she wanted me to continue as her tutor without sounding too desperate or awkward about it. Thankfully, she seemed to get my point. There was only one problem. “Damn. That’s bad timing. I wish you called me yesterday!” Wait, what? My heart sank a little bit at the implication. I knew there was a chance that she already would have been looking for another tutor; a girl with her resources would be able to replace me right away if she wanted to. Hell, it was possible that my name wasn’t the only one on her list the first time around. Even if I was the best for my age, not to sound braggy, there were plenty of girls that could handle teaching upper level mathematics to a bright eighteen year old. Would it be selfish to try and take the job back for myself? I mean, I was there first. And Annabelle and I seemed to have pretty good chemistry. She definitely wasn’t the spoiled brat I expected when walking in. And, admittedly, the money was really, really good. “Oh, did you find a new tutor?” I asked. For once, I was actually grateful to be on the phone. Playing it cool was easier when she couldn’t see my face. “Someone else from my school? If I know her, I can give her what we’ve worked on so far.” Normally I wasn’t this kind of girl. Lying wasn’t my thing, although I technically wasn’t lying. If Annabelle had firmly committed to a classmate of mine, then it wouldn’t hurt to pass on my materials. It wasn’t just about the money, after all, and the gesture would help my temporary tutee succeed. Except that was IF Annabelle’s decision was final. But maybe if she gave me a name, and it was someone in my classes, I could find a way to suggest that I was the better girl for the job. She was probably going for another university-aged tutor, since her parents had already explained that she had wanted someone a little closer in age. “No, she’s from your sister school,” Annabelle said, “And probably for the best, right? This was more of a drive for you than it is for her.” Oh my God. Bridget. I could feel my heart rate increase at just the chance that Annabelle went that way. And as much as I hated to think it, the probability was there. My childhood rival attended the private university across the river, and her mathematics abilities were on par with my own. If Annabelle had selected me because I was currently the best in my year, then it stood to reason that she’d use the same criteria for the sister school. And, although I didn’t keep tabs on Bridget, I would also be surprised if she wasn’t the best and brightest over there. Not only because of her natural talents, like mine, but she’s also so competitive that being at the top is the only acceptable option for her. Taking a breath to calm myself would have been nice. Too much silence on my end of the call, however, would ruin the casual attitude I was attempting to maintain. “Oh, really?” I replied, “Who did you end up finding? I know a few of the math majors over there from collaborative projects.” Another half truth. More like I knew one girl, and said projects were actually from before university. “Really? Cool,” Annabelle said, “It’s this girl named Bridget. She’s the same year as you.” I had mentally and emotionally braced myself as well as I could with only a few seconds to do so, but it still didn’t soften the blow. Annabelle was replacing me with Bridget. Any other girl, and I might have let it go. Bridget, however, was NOT going to take this job from me. ---------------- Check out my website: www.ladyluciastories.com And my Patreon: www.patreon.com/user?u=73056590
[M/S] I am very attracted to my sons. Update 286. I know what he likes because he is my good boy.	Michael has been instructed not to move. He is on his bed wearing only tight-fitting boxer briefs and is lying face down. His adorable face is buried in his favorite pillow as his muffled moans turn me on more and more. My left hand holds the back of his head and presses it down and I am kissing and giving love bites to his neck and back. My throaty giggle sounds almost like a big cat purring and his muscles stiffen beneath me. My right hand is between his body and the mattress as I squeeze and knead his rigid cock over his underwear. I pull his head back by the hair as I slide up a bit and tongue his ear. My nude pelvis pushes hard against his ass and forces him against the bed. "That's Mommy's good boy. I know you love my squeezies" I hiss with a commanding and dominant tone. He ached to be allowed out of his underwear and permitted to fuck his frenzied nymphet mother. I continued to press against his ass like I was fucking him as I teased and squeezed my younger son. "Are you ever going to leave Mommy?" I asked, feeling manic. Turning his head slightly, he moaned "I only want you, forever Mom...Mommy." "Good boy" I growled through my teeth as I rolled him over. I yanked his boxer-briefs so hard I heard them tear. His cock stood tall as a drop of his clear liquid perched atop the head. I groaned like a whore as I took it in my mouth and sucked it ferociously. Soon, he was cumming like a firehose into his devious mother's mouth. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he gasped for fresh oxygen. All mothers have unique ways of showing love to their offspring. I really enjoy mine and so do they. My sons are 22 and 27. I am sure you are an amazing man, but I am not interested and am not going to ever be. Move on.
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I gave the best deepthroat to a virgin dick.	Dear Reddit, I have a male friend who has never had sex before... as in totally virgin, while I am very sexually active and have a high sex drive. I enjoy teasing him most of the time because I know he gets turned on by it, but I have also helped him relieve his sexual tension with handjobs in the past. I remember one day, we were sitting in a parking lot and I started teasing him by lifting my dress and touching my thighs in a flirty way. I know he got horny at that moment basing on the big and hard bulge on his pants! Even though I enjoy teasing him, I decided to take action and put my hands down to his crotch. It was hard as rock, warm and kind of wet and the funny part is that he warned me he hadn't cum in weeks. I massage his crotch area until he hold my hand to stop me and start kissing me aggressively. I started unbuttoning his pants while we kiss torridly. Luckily, there's no other people aside from us here in the parking lot, which I found very thrilling and fun! I start giving him blowjob by kissing the head of his dick, licking every part of it and then shoving his dick in my mouth back and forth, so deep that I even gagged and felt his hard dick on my throat. He kept moaning and keeps on thrusting his hips deeper, and I love the way he moans which gives me more energy to swallow his giant dick. Eventually, I gave him the best blowjob and deep throat he can have, and he ejaculated a lot, which made me feel appreciated. We had to find new pants for him as there was a mess, and while he was changing I cleaned him up with oral sex then we then went shopping together. What an amazing day I guess. \-Chloe
[F] Getting to know my room[M]ate - Part 7	We've done it ladies and gents! I now hang out with Jared casually topless! For the last few days, I've been going around the house topless with the hand bra on and off. I started out pretending I forgot I was topless and doing something else with my hands so my tits wouldn't be covered (sounds dumb but ADD is a bitch and I do sometimes actually forget I'm naked). He obviously reacted to this, and I was always very apologetic. After doing it more and more frequently, I eventually asked him if he minded me being topless around the house and he awkwardly answered he didn't. I feel a LOT more free now. He's so cute with his reactions too. His face gets red sometimes and he'll stumble his words when my tits are in view. I've caught a few boners and even felt it when hugging him once. He felt pretty big actually, and my inner slut wanted nothing more than to get a taste of it. I hadn't had a drop of cum in more than two weeks! I controlled myself though, not yet. I'm not even near casually hanging out bottomless. All in due time. I can actually take wilder suggestions now, but only boob related. Ideas for teasing are welcome.
[A/ne] - Hot Tub with Aunt	On Christmas Eve, I had an amazing experience with my aunt. We were all at her house for dinner. A lot of booze was flowing and many family members started to leave. I was drinking with a few of my cousins (all of us over legal drinking age), when the one that lives there told us the hot tub is always heated and it's so much fun when it's frigid outside. Three of us went in with our boxes and our two other cousins decided that they didn't want to be out there and that we drank too much to be there. It was relaxing, but one of them left. The two of us were talking about getting out when the side door opened and our Aunt walked over, almost surprised that we were there. My last cousin said we were leaving, but I told my Aunt I'd keep her company. She told me not to and to go inside, but I remained. It was just the two of us now and I kept asking about this hat she was wearing almost making fun of her. She didn't want to get her hair wet in the cold and said she comes out a few times a week at night. We chatted, but then she mentioned that I'm in her favorite spot. I sat up and moved over. She laughed and said I didn't have to move, but then I pulled her a bit to her spot. She stumbled a bit and then said she drank too much to sit in that seat, so she sat between two seats. We were talking more about my ex, who spent the past three holidays with all of them, and I noticed my aunt moving back and forth a bit. Then it dawned on me that there is a powerful jet there. Her nipples were getting hard, my dick was getting hard and I started looking at her in a new light. I stammered my words, she was answering in a weird way and silence fell for a few seconds while we just made eye contact. I squirm in my seat as my dick is very uncomfortable. I reached below the water and started rubbing it. It seemed like forever, but it was probably a minute. She stands up and says come here. She grazes my crotch with the back of her hand and tells me to sit and remove my shorts if I want. I step out of them and I sit back in my original spot and she tells me no, directing me to sit all the way in the back between the two seat grooves. Removing her bottoms, I see the widest bush I've seen in my life. Turning around, she starts to sit down as I think I'm about to fuck her. She gets back to her spot and starts gyrating a bit while grinding against my dick. My dick finds a spot between her ass cheeks and I grind a bit. I reach around and start groping her breasts as she moans a bit. My hand moves forward and reaches for her pussy. my fingers enter her as she bends forward a lot and I have to move my hand. She starts to shake a bit and begins to orgasm. She leans back, puts her head back and just starts kissing me ferociously. I again reach for her pussy and she tells me no, she's too sensitive. She then apologizes and says we should go inside. She puts her bottoms on and gets a towel. I still have a boner and put my boxers on and grab another towel. I'm more confused, because the hot tub has these side curtains and no one could see us and we could hear if someone was coming. I follow her inside and she points to the downstairs shower/bathroom. She kisses me, apologizes and tells me we should go to bed. I beat off in the shower, go back upstairs and my cousin hands me a beer. We play some more games and I'm looking at her two daughters and son, thinking what the fuck just happened. They go to bed, another cousin passes out on the sofa and I go back downstairs to crash on the sofa there, hoping she'll come back down to me. Eventually, I wake up and head upstairs. My Aunt is upstairs making breakfast. She wishes me a Merry Christmas and tells me to grab a plate. I hang around for an hour or so, before I start to say goodbye to drive back home before meeting up with some of these people again for dinner that night at my grandparent's house. When I say goodbye to her last, she hugs me, kisses me on the lips and tells me she loves me. I leave and for the forty-five minute ride home, I'm just questioning so much. I'm not telling my friends this, so thanks for letting me get this off of my chest.
[f/d] still confused about my trans daughter update #whatever	Sorry I haven't posted in a while. Not a lot has happened lately. My daughter went back to her mom's for thanksgiving. Sounds like it was terrible, but she hasn't really said why. She got back last night and things were chill, but she was pretty subdued compared to before. She was wearing sweats. It made me think maybe it was because of me. I was overthinking things but I finally got up the balls to say some things I should have asked a while ago. This morning, I asked my daughter if she minds me looking at her like I do. I told her if it bothers her in any way I'll stop, but that the way she was dressing before gave me the impression she liked the attention. I just wanted to clear the air between us in case that was the issue. She said she likes the attention. That it makes her feel validated. So I guess we're all on the same page there. The thing is we've only really started to get to know one another and I feel like I'm making assumptions I shouldn't. Now I probably wouldn't have posted anything about it except, she asked if I'd like to be her "big bear". Now I said yes, but I really didn't understand except that it made her VERY happy... What's a bear? I tried googling it, but all I'm finding on google is that a bear is a very masculine gay man. I mean, what exactly am I supposed to do? I feel like her reaction meant a LOT more than just "be a big hairy gay man". Also, I'm not gay. Am I just stupid?
The IG Influencer Convinced Me to Fuck Her [MF] Part 2	My eyes barely shut for the rest of the night. Even when they did close, I was wide awake, or at least my mind was. Bea went back to sleep after I told her I had picked up her phone by mistake, tucking her phone under her pillow before she dozed off. While she had her back to me, my eyes stayed glued to the ceiling, unable to shut. My mind raced, and my mouth now tasted dry and bitter. I just lay there with my fingers interlaced, restlessly trying to make sense out of what happened. Did Bea just cheat? Was I the other guy? Any normal person, any sane person would’ve confronted Bea right then and there, but conflict was my kryptonite. My mouth simply couldn’t mutter the necessary words, oh no. Instead, my mind would take time to let the worry marinate, to the stress soak, to let the nerves jangle. I’d have to rehearse the words that would be used, over and over in my head. The first streaks of sunlight that peeked through the curtains were the excuse I needed to finally get up, not that I got any sleep. Slowly pushing off the bed, so the mattress wouldn’t dip too much, I got a pot of coffee going. “So you’re a morning person too, huh?” Bea chirruped suddenly, interrupting my final rehearsal. “No milk or sugar for me please”, she continued walking into the hall, rubbing her eyes. Exactly the way I took it. Audibly gulping, I feel my Adam’s bob up and down. The words are on my lips, but I can't say them. I’ve always had this issue. I shouldn’t need to rehearse the words, they're only four of them. Their weight though, it's too heavy. Instead, my eyes help me procrastinate, as they run up and down Bea. She’s taken off her makeup from last night and is wearing that sleepy morning look that some women just look incredibly sexy in. It’s this look – the one the morning after, that little window when she’s got no make-up on, her hair isn't yet done and slightly tangled, her mascara off – her eyes looking wider, bigger, her voice with that slight hoarseness – the entire thing turns me on. “Hope you don’t mind,” her fingers pulled against the collar of my favourite white shirt, which she had on. It’s the only thing she’s wearing, with only two or three of the middle buttons done. I couldn’t really tell you how many exactly, my gaze falling on her boobs, which were barely contained, her nipples pressing against the light fabric. Snap out of it, Tyler my mind admirably snaps back. “What do you want to have for breakfast?” Bea’s hands wrap around my neck, giving me a clear view down ~~her~~ my shirt. You – I think to myself. Instead, I somehow sputter back, “Do you have a boyfriend?”. “You did check my pho — “. “I thought it was mine”, I interrupt her, pulling out my own phone. “They look identical. Now, answer the question.” Bea’s eyes study my phone, and they instantly tell me she knows I’m not lying. Her smile slowly snaps off, her lips now a thin line. “Yes I do.” I simply glare at Bea. Her words were too short for me to react, the delivery far too effortless, like she did not care. “It’s complicated, okay?” Bea turns to face away. “He’s an asshole”. “Does he hit you?”. I bridge the gap between us, my hand touching her arm. “No, he has never hit me, never harmed me”. Then the message comes back to me. His message. On her phone. “Then how is he an asshole?”. I turn Bea around to face me. “I’m listening, Bea. Talk to me”. “He’s just controlling, okay,” she says, her lips lightly quivering. “He has to control everything I do. He doesn’t care about me, about how I feel. He makes me feel unwanted, he makes me feel pathetic.” “He didn’t sound like this in the message he sent you”. Bea suddenly awakens. She shrugs my hand off, her whole body animated. “This is what he does!” her eyes flare. “He seems sooo fucking nice in front of everyone. Then, when the doors are shut, he pretends like I don’t exist, like I don’t deserve him, like I’m …. I’m …. beneath him”, her neck muscles straining, her teeth baring. She’s not upset, she’s angry. “Listen, Bea”, I carefully choose my words, my voice clipped. “I’m sorry, but I can’t do this”. “Do what?”. “This,” I point to me, then to her. “I can’t be the other guy.” “Tyler,” Bea exaggerates my name, dragging the er, as if she’s giving herself time to find the right words now. “I told you last night, I don’t need a knight to save me”. She rests her palms on my chest. “I’m just saying this can continue, Patrick doesn’t matter”. There, she said it. His name. Like it wasn’t real, not until she actually uttered the words out loud. “If he’s so bad, why not just break up with him?” I ask the most obvious question, like an idiot. “I —- I can’t okay?”. “I don’t cheat. I don’t cheat on, and I don’t cheat with”. I point to the door. “Please leave”. “Really?” Bea's hands retreat from my pecs to her hips. “I’ll book you an Uber, but you have to go”. “I can book my own fucking Uber”, she scowls at me, storming back to my room. The scent of freshly brewed coffee immediately fills my nose. The smell’s been there for a while, in the background, its heavy notes indicating as much. I nurse my mug and give Bea space. She’s out the door after another ten minutes, without so much as a word. The following days pass without much deviation – my schedule assures me of that. You see, I’m a creature of habit. Up by 6.00am every day, quickly followed by a workout, and then I’m off to the restaurant for the many things that need to be ticked off the list. Yes, I have a list. Most creatures of habit do. Those who don’t aren’t creatures of habit, or they're lying. I have no such qualms about my schedule. I take pride in the fact I have everything planned out. But something threw me off my balance this week. I overslept for the first time in months on one day. The next, I forgot to place an order for a few crates of wine. Thankfully, I only overslept by thirty mins, and my manager Alex has a contact on speed dial to get wine within the hour. Perhaps I know what it is – it's the guilt I feel from being the other man. Could Patrick really be that bad? Was Bea lying the whole time? I need to know more about Patrick – and so I force myself to do something I never thought I would. I pulled up my phone and searched the app store, groaning when I tapped on download next to the purple-orange-pink tile in the app store. To my surprise, my account is still there. I never deleted my account, just the app itself. There were a handful of photos, my last one posted more than four years ago – my arms were smaller, my shoulders more narrow. I type itsbeababe into the search bar, and sure enough, Bea’s profile is the first to pop up. The initial pages of her profile seem familiar, but I keep scrolling, looking for any sign of Patrick. The few pictures in which he’s in are mainly in a group setting. Pictures of the two of them are even fewer, but I do find two or three. The captions aren’t like any of her other posts, they’re short, very short. One is just an emoji of a red heart. The other is just a date. She does look happy in the photos, though, and so does he. He’s got matching blue eyes, while his blonde hair is long, slicked back and touching the nape of his neck. He screams money in every photo – the suit, the shoes, the watch. Shit I scream internally. Jealousy is not an emotion I’m familiar with. I don't think that highly of myself. Instead, it's because I’m just confident in what I am, who I am. The foreign feeling makes me queasy, a weird heavy feeling settling in my chest. A picture of Bea seizes my attention. She’s wearing a white crop top, sans a bra. The white material stopped just by her bra line – her toned midriff exposed. The white material was mildly transparent, the delicious browns of her nipples making a shocking, if subtle appearance. I hadn’t seen this before, deep within her profile. The caption read, #freethenipple. Something about her white top shot my mind back a few days, to Bea standing in front of me, in nothing but my shirt. When she came towards me, I looked down and drank in her whole body being exposed. The memory sends pulses down my body, right down to my cock. I feel it slowly engorge. My eyes glue shut and I take myself back to that day, I can picture Bea there. I drop my phone onto the bed, my other hand pulling my pants down and letting my strangled erection free. Just before I can place my palm over my cock, my phone vibrates. Momentarily I pause, but I can deal with whoever that is after — then it vibrates again. “Who the fuck is it,” I actually curse out loud. The moment I get one glance at the screen, I want to fling my phone out the window. “Fuckkk!” I scream. Right there, below the picture of Bea in a white crop top, is a heart. Except while it was vacant just prior, it was now filled with red. My fingers press into the creases on my nose because that’s not the only thing on screen. There’s a big 4 on the top right of the app, and when I click on it, I find the four new messages are from Bea. ^(Hey) ^(I thought you were 'Mr. Social Media Sucks') ^(Of all the photos, you chose to like, huh? There’s an emoji of shifty eyes next to this message) ^(Hold on, one second) Suddenly, a barrage of images pop up in the chatbox. They're Bea, wearing my white shirt. My eyes dart to my dirty clothes' basket. She took it with her. ^(Took these earlier today.) None of the photos were truly explicit, but Bea didn’t seem to have anything else on – just like the other day. My shirt was long enough to run to her thighs, but the same number of buttons were undone – tantalisingly revealing those curves that formed the upper contours of her breasts. The sun in the photo was bright, so bright that it cast a filter of sorts, revealing what lay beneath my shirt. More dots appeared. ^(Are you hard?) I was. My cock was now almost fully erect, but I couldn't let Bea know. ^(No. Please stop messaging me – I can’t do this.) ^(Why did you like my photo then? That photo?) I didn’t have an answer. Half the blood running through me was pooling below my waist, leaving my mind coming up with nothing but blanks. ^(Fine. Forget it. I’m coming over. Will give you back your shirt, so please let me in.) Even without a voice to her words, without tone, I could tell it was a statement, not a question. There have been many confusing moments in my life, where multiple emotions washed over me all at once. Shamefully, I must admit, that right then and there – with me sitting, pants around my ankles, cock basically fully erect, anger coursing through me, confusion snapping at me, – was up there with some of the worst. Putting on a clean black tee, I stare myself down in the mirror, my brown eyes staring back. Every part of me was the opposite of Patrick. His eyes were green, mine a dark chestnut. He wore suits, while black tees were more up my alley. I always looked younger than my actual age, the slight fade I had was probably the reason. Patrick looked seasoned, like he’d been around. It wasn’t long before there was a buzz at the door, making me wonder just how far away Bea stayed. Somehow, I expected her to be using my shirt. It fit, didn’t it? The picture she was trying to paint. Alas, she did have my shirt, it was just neatly folded and peeping out of the large tote resting in the crook of her arm. “Come in”, I hesitantly say. I have to pry my eyes away as Bea walks past in a white tank top and black denim shorts. While the former gave little away apart from a faint outline of a bra, the latter hugged her bum cheeks like an overeager aunt. She strode into my hall and plucked my shirt out. “I’ll give you your shirt and leave if you answer me one question”, she bites her lips. “Why were you stalking my profile?”. “Stalking? I —” I felt my words bounce off Bea, her brow furrowing, her lips curving at the corners.“Just be honest with me, Tyler”. “I —- I wanted to see Patrick, if he seemed capable of doing such things”. “Things”, she rolled her eyes. “Things Tyler. You’re speaking so slowly, and those are the words you still chose?”. “I’m sorry, okay Bea, but fuck! What do you want me to say? You tell me we’re on a date, but then I find out you had a boyfriend. Have a boyfriend”, I correct myself. “You say you don't need a knight, and yet you expect me to know what to say. I just met you. I went down on you. I barely know you.” The words are coming faster than I can think, that dependable filter of mine had yet to start up. “What am I supposed to say?”. Bea plants her hands on her hips, her mouth not moving. “Finally. God, maybe you’ll be honest with me now”. “About?”. “About why you were stalking me.” “It was because of Patrick,” I repeat. “Nothing else? No other reason at all, hmm?”. Bea’s prodding for an answer she wants, but I don’t know what it is. I open my hand, the veins running down my forearm full as their underlying muscles tensed. “Just tell me what you want to hear, Bea. You be honest with me now.” And for the first time since she entered my condo, I see Bea’s shoulders drop forwards and her hands uncross, like she needed to physically disarm herself before the words she wanted to speak could roll out her mouth. “So you didn’t feel anything?” Bea finally gives voice to the question she came here to ask. “It was good, Bea, but you’re in a relationship,” I remind her. “That wasn’t my question,” she reminds me. There’s a fleeting moment where I consider telling her the truth. Because in that moment, I admitted it to myself, silently. It did feel different, that stupid clichéd spark. There was something about her, instantly I knew. But the moment doesn’t last. I can’t do this, not again. My life has been littered with dramatic, roller-coaster relationships, and I wasn’t about to reinsert myself into another one. My head shakes. “Sorry Bea.” “Fine then.” Bea hands me back my shirt, flicking her hair back. “Because I couldn’t stop thinking about you”. I freeze, just letting her hand and my shirt dangle there. “Did you hear me, Tyler?” she steps closer, bringing her face right below mine. “I said I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” Bea can’t see me gritting my teeth, helplessly trying to keep my shitty poker face at bay, but as her fingers reach out and graze my chest, I can tell she knows. All this while, I worried I would be perceived as the hunter, the ravenous one preying on a helpless other when they were vulnerable. Only now does it dawn on me that I should never have fretted, for I was always the prey, and the hunter was about to go in for the kill. “I thought of you when I fucked Patrick”, she purred. “Bea, stop … I can’t”. “I came, Tyler. I came for the first time in months while fucking him because I closed my eyes and thought of you as he thrust into me.” And then, finally, I snapped. Wordlessly, my mouth was on hers, tugging at her lower lip, then the upper. When her tongue slipped into my mouth, I began to suck on it. “Finally,” she smiled hungrily when I pulled away, my eyes dark and burning with lust. My mouth then slides down her neck, trailing kisses and upon reaching the nape, I nibble. “You can mark me, he’s away for a week,” Bea does well to avoid using Patrick’s name. It only makes me bite harder. Bea can’t stop the moan that’s been brewing within, her hands losing grip of my shirt. It must’ve, because I feel it on my feet as I push her back into my island counter. My favourite shirt. I need her top off — now. My fingers trace down her neck, brushing past her shoulders and follow her sides right down to the curve of her waist, before they go back up and find their way to the hem of her tank top. Bea’s hands rise as I pull it up and off her, almost immediately wriggling out of her shorts. “Hey!” she complains when I stop her, coming in for another kiss. “Patience,” I insisted back. I needed time to drink her in, standing there in a matching set of a lacy white bra and thong. Her boobs perched delicately, lightly pushed up, the op lining of it so low a hint of areola peeped out. “Fuck your gorgeous,” my hands cradle her face.“Why do you still have clothes on?” Bea quickly pulls my jeans down, while I took my shirt off, our actions syncing seamlessly. Bea’s voice is needy when our skin touches. “So good…. ” she manages as my lips run down her body. “Please, fuck me, Tyler”. My large hands grip her bum cheeks. Round and plump, they melt into my palms when Bea wraps her legs around my waist. I massage them eagerly. “If I’m going to fuck you, it’s going to be in my bed,” I growl into her ear, then suck her earlobe.We’re in my room in seconds, both of us only in our underwear. I sit on the edge of the bed, Bea straddling me, her chest rising and falling, her breath stricken. “Leave it on,” I commanded when Bea’s arms reached behind for her bra strap. “Why?” Bea asked, grinding eagerly against the outline of my cock, which was still somehow contained within my boxer briefs. “Because,” I whisper, “I want you to feel what it’s like when my cock rubs against you like this. When I tease you through the fabric of your thong”. I suck her earlobe again and see Bea’s eyes wide. Her hips jerked against mine, hoping she could somehow, someway charm my cock out of my briefs. “That’s not going to work”, I hissed and bit her neck. “Fuck Tyler, please.” “I don’t want you to beg, not today.” I nudge her thighs slightly off me, noticing her juices leave a delicious damp spot on mine, and peel off my boxer briefs. Bea takes this as a cue to do the same, about to wriggle her thong off until I flip her, laying her back first on my bed. “Not yet,” I murmur, my leg pushing between her thighs, which immediately part for me. Bea’s panties are soaked, the white lace dark where her pussy lay beneath. I slowly move my cock over the lace, the curve of my shaft pushing the damp fabric into her slit, sticking ever so slightly. “That feels so good, Tyler,” Bea moans as I pick up the pace. The slightly bumpy sensation of the damp lace on my cock is incredible, her thong the only thing keeping my cock from finally pushing into her.“How does this feel?” I snarl again, my lips kissing, then nibbling the soft supple skin of her chest. I go close to those delicious nipples, my tongue licking around and over the bumps on her areola. “Take it off, Tyler for fuck’s sake!” Bea whimpers, arching her back and pushing her chest into my face. Finally, I heeded her words and snapped the white bra off, flinging it to the corner. “I’m going to suck on your nipples now, and then bite them.” I don’t know why I tell her this, my body is merely a passenger and my mind is driven by lust, aching to see pleasure wash over Bea’s face. My tongue swirls over her nipples, roughing over her bud over and over. Bea’s hands run through my hair, her neck cocks back and her mouth hangs open with a silent moan. First, the left nipple begins to bloom, hardening under the pressure from my tongue flicking and rolling. “Oh fuck”, Bea curses when I lightly rake her right nipple between my teeth. “And now, Bea, I’m going to fuck you”. “Wait,” Bea’s words surprise me. “I want to see your cock before …. ,” she trails off. Her eyes steady and slowly eye my hardness. “Wow … those veins”, she grabs my thickness, wiping precum onto her fingers then sticking them in her mouth. Immediately, my mouth is on hers, our tongues intertwining, tasting myself in her, salty and sweet. “Okay, go on then”, Bea pushes me away. “Fuck me”. “As you wish, Bea,” I concede, rolling a condom on. My teeth pull at her bottom lips one last time, then I kiss down her throat, her chest, her midriff, her navel then the top of her thighs. Bea’s hands roam all around my back, first pulling my hair, then her nails dig into my back, looking for something, anything to grip and channel her pleasure. And then, I push apart her pussy lips with my sheathed cock, running my entire length over her opening. Agonisingly, I repeat this again, then once more. Bea’s face is flush when she looks down at me, her eyes wide, her pussy ravenous. That’s when I finally lined up my cock, and slowly push into her, my gaze never straying away from hers, and hers never from mine. Bea lets out a whimper, a needy, pleading, feral whimper and her eyes drip with pleasure. I almost cum right there. She feels warm and tight and wet all at once. I groan, inching a little more in, then pull out, and slowly push in again, only allowing her pussy to feel my first few inches. Bea’s thighs close around me. They’re weak, shaky, but she’s trying to get me all the way in. “Mngggg,” is all Bea’s mouth utters when I finally push all the way in, and then, “Oh God Tyler.” I slowly build a rhythm, my hands on either side of her, pushing my hips higher so when we grind, her clit rubs against me. Bea doesn’t speak, the only sounds that fill the room is that of our damp, sweat riddled skin slapping and sticking against one another. “Don’t stop, Tyler, I’m close,” Bea finally admits, barely a few minutes after I’ve entered her. Bea’s hands then ran around my back, her nails digging into my back one last time in preparation for what’s to come. “I want you to look at me when you come,” I tell her. She forces her eyes open, staring into me. I continue thrusting, feeling her heavenly pussy grow tighter and tighter around my cock, gripping me, milking me until, finally, she says. “I’m going to come. I’m gonna come.” She’s looking at me when I feel her pussy convulse around my cock, her orgasm slowly spreading out and over every inch of her body, her back arching and her toes curling and her eyes rolling. “Tell me if it’s too sensitive,” I sputtered, almost breathless, continuing to thrust into her.“Don’t fucking stop, Tyler,” she responds. We share a deep kiss, Bea moaning into my mouth, her nipples rubbing up and down my chest. Only a minute or so later and Bea urgently blurts out, “Tyler, I’m cumming again. Oh … fuckk,” she croaks, this time her face contorts, her eyes shutting tight and her neck cocking and her face facing away. I felt her body jerk into me over and over, and her pussy somehow getting even tighter around my cock. “I’m close,” I quickly tell her when I see her body finally ease and settle. “On me …. Cum on, me”, she breathlessly says. The condom is off the moment I pull out, and within seconds my cock loses all control, my balls emptying and pumping out white-hot ropes of cum, glazing her chest, her nipples, and then her midriff. I curse and loudly groan. Hovering over her, we just stare at each other, both winded. “I love how vocal you are,” she admires the amount of cum I’ve painted her chest with. Without thinking, I slowly lower myself onto her, our bodies pressing against each other, and then I roll her around and onto me. Our sweat and my smothered cum glued our skin together, Bea’s boobs pushed up, pressed against me. “You’re glorious,” I tell her, then kiss her. “You’re not so bad yourself,” Bea toys with me, then lightly pecks my lips. She takes time resting on me, before rolling off and pulling my hand around her chest. We shared a shower shortly after, and then later drifted off. While Bea stayed the night, my eyes caught her phone light up at odd hours. I chose to ignore it, my conscious pacified, caged for one night. The guilt should’ve been eating away at me and yet, I felt barely a pang. It was too late now. I had just got on another roller coaster ride.
I want to give my boyfriend a threesome	I (21f) want to fuck my boyfriend (27m) with another girl. We fantasize about bringing another girl into the bedroom all the time and have even gone to strip clubs and gotten lap dances together. The concept of meeting a girl out at a bar and having my boyfriend go flirt with her and convince her to come home with us is ideal because I’m too shy about having someone we know see if we posted on a dating app🙈 the thought of him getting turned on by another girl is so sexy to me and I can’t explain why. I just want him to have fun and experience getting a girl home who wants to fuck him just as much as I do. This actually started because he found out I fucked a girl and am still easily turned on by other women so for him it’s about watching me with another girl but for me it’s alllll about him
[B/s] genuinely seeking help and advice	I'm 42 and my sister is 39. She and I are both currently single. I have been sexually attracted to her for years. I could definitely play it safe and keep my secret to myself. Needless to say I fantasize about her often. We have a great relationship and that is what I am most afraid of compromising. I would love to just tell her about my attraction to her, but if that freaked her out ruined our relationship as is, I would feel truly awful. The thing that has me thinking there might be some possible chance is a few of our friends and even our mom has made a comment or two about a definite physical resemblance her last couple boyfriends have had to myself. Maybe I'm reading far to into that because of my own desires. So I am curious, if anyone who has a sexually physical relationship with a family member, how did it come about? Who approached who? Any advice would be greatly appreciated. If I could be with her even just once it would be a dream come true. I'm definitely not seeking a boyfriend/girlfriend type relationship with her, but I also genuinely have a real desire for her to be someone I could be physically intimate with from time to time. So if anyone has real advice or experience with a similar situation, I'd more than appreciate tips on how to feel things out. Thank you.
Instead of having you fuck me, I[F] would prefer to keep your dick in my mouth.	I recently jokingly told a guy that I could spend the entire day on my knees, but in all honesty, I'd like to have a cock in my mouth for as long as possible. I enjoy the sensation of a guy's hands in my hair, pushing me lower, or putting pressure on my throat. I enjoy utilizing all of my power to make a guy cum in a matter of minutes, but I also enjoy dragging out the process to make the cum much more intense. I recently went down on a man and cummed him so hard that he was unable to move except to push my head down so that he was cumming directly down my throat. He asked me if I needed anything when he was feeling better, but I told him to call me when he was ready for me to lay down on him once more.
You. [NSFW] [M30s/?18] [D/s] [Control] [Ownership] [Manipulation/Abuse?]	Abuse with a question mark in tags because I don't consider it abuse and it's from my POV but my limits are fucked up so maybe some people might find it uncomfortable even though I don't. Anyway, u have been warned. *********************************************** You're choking me to the edge of blacking out, my throat is still sore from the feral pounding you gave it like 2 days ago, you've hit me so many times in the last 20 minutes that I can taste blood, you're just tearing up my insides, and I'm pretty sure i have at least 4 cigarette burns on my body. Yet somehow all want to do is look up into your eyes, smile, and caress your face. All I want to do is let you know, it's ok, you can let all that energy out, you don't have to hold back with me, the violent passion in your heart and between your thighs is unique and beautiful, how you are doesn't make you broken or evil. What you do to my head is so crazy - my heart is pumping pure adrenaline, my body is in fight or flight mode, but my will just can't stand up to the onslaught of you. I can't even think straight enough to tell you to stop, I'm so drunk on your power. What was it like to have my own needs in bed? I can barely even think of myself as an individual separate from you anymore - your pleasure is mine, your needs are mine, your happiness and joy are mine, your pain is mine to take from you. I haven't climaxed in months now. I've almost forgotten what it's like to feel as if I need it. There was never any question if you'd reciprocate - that's not how this works. And that's fine, it's totally natural between people like us, we both have our place and you've put me in mine. If I had any needed anything other than to be touched by that amazing passion inside you, I'd be with someone else. You raise your hand toward my face and I instinctively flinch and brace to see stars again, secretly hoping it'll momentarily take my mind off the remodeling currently happening to my insides. Instead I feel you turn my face toward yours before you push your tongue into my mouth. I feel you aggressively bury your full rock hard length inside me, followed by that beautiful rhythmic throbbing as you fill me up with your warmth. I know you don't get any other outlet for this violence inside you, and I see how much good it does for you to be free and wild for even just a while. I see the effect it has on you to have someone there for you who will always always comply and never ever ask for anything in return. I see how bad you need to have that kind of power over someone, and I see how crazy it makes you when you don't. I see all of it, but I don't understand it, much less why it feels so intensely rewarding to be the one to give it all to you. But I don't need to understand it, that's not what I was made for. When I see how much effort it takes you to be civil, to tone down that wild feral energy inside you for polite society, then I see how much more natural and free you are when we're alone and after you've finished with me...well, the math is easy: it's 30 minutes of suffering for me, but it keeps that restlessness in you satisfied for hours when nothing else does. But as you pull out of me...emptiness. It doesn't make sense, not 30 seconds ago all I wanted was for you to finish, to take your hand from my neck so I could breathe again. Now I'm reminded that you haven't just opened up this space in my body that's empty without you filling it - you've done the same thing to my mind. I don't know if I'll ever come back from this; every time you fuck me, every little subtle show of dominance you display outside the bedroom, it's like you're hollowing me out somehow, and filling the gaps with the unbelievable amount of LIFE in you. Without you, I'm half alive, empty of purpose. You've made me an extension of yourself, broken my will, replaced it with your own, claimed me, and domesticated me. That's why I can no longer conceive of having needs of my own. I never thought I'd capitulate this completely to someone, but as I slip into one of your massive shirts ("like a flag on conquered territory," as you're fond of saying) and stagger to the bathroom to clean up and fix my ruined makeup for the second time before noon, I feel like there's no other place in the world I could be better suited for. I'm needed here, and I can do so much good for you, and I no longer care about the damage it does to me. Your joy, your satisfaction, somehow I've ended up in a place where they're more important to me than my own...no, they ARE my own, because by now there's more of you inside me than there is me. And why would I want anything else?
Unexpected Shower Show [F24][solo, voy]	My alarm went off as it usually does every weekday. Normally I turn it off and get up right away to get ready for work but I didn't feel like getting up yet. I laid there for a bit after shutting it off trying to remember what I had just been dreaming about. I couldn't remember exactly but I did know that whatever it was, it had made me horny. I rolled over to my bedside table and grabbed a small clit suction toy I have and started using it. I ran my free hand up my body, on my tits and down to my pelvis while I moved my hips up and down. After a while of playing with myself, I didn't feel like I was close to cumming, at all. It frustrated me as I had to get up or I'd be late for work. I threw the toy back in my drawer and went to the washroom to take a shower. I started to brush my teeth while I looked at my eyes and wondered how they weren't more red with how tired I felt. While in my thoughts, I heard walking on the ceiling of my apartment. I live on the top floor of a three storey building so I could hear a couple people walking on the roof to repair something that I didn't fully read about in an email sent to us. I finished brushing my teeth and got in the shower. The hot water ran down my body which always felt great in the mornings. I would stand under my rain showerhead for hours if I could. I washed my hair and while rinsing it I could feel the sunlight hit me from my skylight window above. One of the perks about being on the top floor. I soaped my loofah and scrubbed myself with it. When I went between my legs, I was reminded of how horny I felt. I wished I had been able to cum earlier and felt annoyed again. My hand teasefully rubbed my clit as I contemplated trying again. I grabbed my shower wand and placed the stream between my legs. I started with a softer setting in hopes that I could get close enough that turning it up higher afterwards would make me cum. I must have been trying for about 5 minutes when I felt the sun disappear for a second on my closed eyes. I opened them while looking downwards and noticed two slight shadows on an edge of what would be my skylight. My first thought was to drop the shower wand and cover myself but for some reason I didn't. My pussy pulsed. The stream from the wand immediately felt better. My eyes were fixated on the two shadows. The idea of two people watching me had elevated my arousal. I switched the shower wand to a stronger setting and focused the stream on my clit as I rubbed my tits with my other hand. I felt like I was giving a show. I started doing things I normally wouldn't do if I was by myself. I leaned my back onto the wall and pushed my hips forward while I continued to spray my clit. Then I turned around to press my chest against the wall and stuck my ass out. I reached between my legs with the wand and focused the stream on my clit. I reach my other hand down my side to my ass and gripped myself. I then used my middle finger to caress my asshole. Normally not something I would do but it had turned me on thinking of doing something extra while being watched. I felt my clit start to throb as I continued playing with myself. I started to push my finger against my ass harder as I let out soft moans. My body started to tighten as my orgasm began building. Without realizing, I started moaning loudly. I came harder than I had in a long time, in front of these two strangers. It was as if it lasted longer than ten seconds and as it ended, my body felt so heavy. My arms were weak, my breath was heavy. I dropped the wand to the tiles without caring and shut off the water as I caught my breath. As I reached for my towel, the shadows reminded me of my peepers. I felt a little embarrassed now. I didn't want them to know I knew they were there or make eye contact so I wrapped my towel around me and left the washroom. I was in a bit of disbelief at what I had just done. I had never done anything like that before and felt a little strange about it. I finished getting ready and made my way to the garage. I drove to the gate to leave the underground parking when I noticed a work vehicle for window cleaners. That must have been why they were by my skylight. As I turned to go by it, I noticed two men standing by the side of it. Their eyes were clearly fixated on me. I couldn't help but hold my stare back at them. Then, almost as if they timed it, they both gave me a sly smile. It was like they were trying to tell me they knew what I had done. Without thinking, I responded with a wink. My pussy pulsed.
Close coworkers	We text and tease when we are both at work, I told him I needed to feel him in me today, so I kept going to the back to his office and teasing him, he pushed me up against the wall and put his hand on my neck when I tried to leave the leave, kissed me and spread my legs and than pulled his cock out and made me touch it. After work we meet up, I told him to take his cock out and he did and started stroking it and I just watched until I was ready to put it in my mouth, I started with just sucking him with my mouth, than firmly grasped his shaft with one hand and continued sucking his dick, he asked if I wanted him to cum in my mouth and I just shrugged my shoulders and kept going. He came in my mouth shortly after, so than I just looked at him and he kept telling me to lay back and I was being a brat and finally I laid back and spread my legs, I am always so wet for this man as soon as he puts his fingers in me I can hear how wet I am, he kept asking if I was going to cum for daddy. And I love fighting it because it gets such a reaction from him, I’ve told him I want to work my way up to being fisted last week - so he slid a third finger in me and fucking reached and finger fucked me so deep, I quickly squirted everywhere and he told me how good I was, he did that at least 3 more times. I asked if he wanted me to open a window and he said yes so as I sat up he quickly grabbed my pony and pulled me back down and told me he wasn’t done with me again so he made me squirt a 3rd or 4th time. Than he said okay your done now and I said some kind of pun or something and he was like just for that I’m not done with you and made me squirt and cum again… by the time we were done my seat was SOAKED
[S/B] He saw me naked!	Lol ok the title says the big thing but other stuff happened too. Were both over 18 btw so yeah Ok so yesterday our mom went shopping for a few hours for grocies and some other stuff i forgot what and me and my brother were home alone so i wanted to do something like bigger. So we were on my bed together and i asked him if he wanted a backrub and he laughed and said yeah. So he layed down and i was like "you can take your shirt off if you want" he he said ok and some joke about his muscles and I laughed and then i gave him a backrub and we talked about school stuff during it and some random stuff. So after that he said "thank you, i love you" and he said it in like the sweetest way ever. So i said i love him too and we kissed and i tried using my tongue and he did too and it was kinda weird lol. Like i didnt really use my hole tongue and he was kinda licking my lips so yeah. We laughed after it and he said something like "we need to work on that" or something and i was like "yeah". But it was still fun But yeah after that i asked if he could go get some popcorn and soda so we could watch a movie and he said yeah and when he was gone i took off my clothes and put my pajamas on the bed so it looked like i was changing. I waited a while there and it was kinda awkward and then he came in and saw me and like immediately closed the door and said sorry. Lol. So i was like "no its ok i dont care" or something like that and he came back in and i think he watched me putting my clothes on! Ok then he said "I hope its not rude but you look really hot"! And i was like "no its not rude! Thank you! I think your hot too!" And we kissed a little more after it and we watched the movie. We cuddled and he had his hand around me and after a while he asked when mom was gonna get back and i said probably soon and he said "dang it ok" or something and i was like "what?" And he said "its fine it can wait". Like the rest of the night i tried to figure out what he was talking about but he didnt say. But yeah we watched the movie and mom came back and we had dinner and went to bed and we kissed goodnight and said we love each other before bed and we cuddled in bed. It was really nice I was really nervous about the naked thing but he came back in pretty fast and he called me hot after it so i think it went pretty good lol. Its like hard to describe but i feel like were getting closer like romantically now. It just feels more loving between us. If you have any ideas or something to say you can comment it and i try to read them and reply. Thank you guys for being so nice!
Growing Pains: Part One 21+ [M43/F39] [Straight Sex] [Interracial] [Busty] [Cleavage] [Group Dating] [Tit Fucking] [Huge Boobs] [Curvy Women]	Chapter One: The New Neighbor Another boring night, I thought as I entered the elevator. I had just returned home from the gym; it had been a long day at work, and I always felt better after working out. "Hold the door!" I heard a female's voice yell. I held the door open, and a brunette woman slipped inside. "Thanks," she smiled as she hit the button for the floor above me. We stood in silence for a while as the doors closed. "Lauren," she said, introducing herself. "Nick," I smiled. "New to the building?" "Yeah," Lauren smiled. "Just finished unpacking everything yesterday." "Now you get to relax," I nodded. "Nope," Lauren said as she stared at the bags in her hands. "Throwing a small party, some coworkers and a few friends." "Ah, breaking the place in huh?" I nodded as the elevator stopped at my floor. "Hey, Nick," Lauren said as I started to exit the elevator. "If it gets too loud, promise you will come up and let us know, last place they were a bunch of dicks, and kept calling the police." "What number?" I asked. "Four-twenty," Lauren said. "I got you," I nodded. I went into my apartment and settled until it was time to make dinner. I had lived in this tiny apartment for three years since my divorce. Charlene decided that she would be better off with her boss than me, she told me she had broken it off with me before anything happened between them, but seeing how close they got and how fast, I had my doubts. We had been together for seven years, then one day, I came home, and she was already packed and waiting for me. After seven years of marriage, she left me for a man older than her father. That was water under the bridge now. We had sold our house, and I was happy. It was a small apartment, but I was saving good money. Eventually, I would have enough to get another place, but I was content now. It didn't take long after I had eaten dinner and sat on the couch for the music above me to get louder. Lauren's party had started. It was just after eight, and she had warned me that it might get loud, so I tuned it out and watched my show. After a few more hours, the music got even louder. I could hear the lyrics to every song as they came on. "Okay," I nodded as I couldn't hear my television anymore. I walked out of the apartment and went upstairs. 'A few people,' I thought as I got off the elevator and saw more than just a few people standing outside in the hallway. Lauren's door was wide open. The music was loud enough to fill the hallway. I walked past the people and went inside the apartment. It took me a few moments to find Lauren. She was dancing with a few friends. "Nick!" Lauren said, obviously drinking already. "Shit, it's too loud?" I nodded slowly. "And old man Dorsey might have a problem with the people in the hallway." "Damn," Lauren nodded. "Sorry, we got carried away, you're right, thank you." "What's going on?" another woman said as Lauren turned the music down. "Neighbors," Lauren shrugged. "They call the fucking cops already?" the other lady said. "No, Nick here, was very polite and came up to warn us," Lauren said. "I am going to tell some of them to leave, it got out of hand as usual," Lauren said, shaking her head. "Fucking hell, can't throw a party without someone ruining it," the other lady said, pushing past me. "It's an apartment building not a frat house," I said. Lauren laughed, but the other one gave me a look that could kill. "Sorry about my sister," Lauren said as she walked outside the apartment. "She still thinks she is eighteen, not twenty-three." "She would have fit in with my ex-wife," I smiled as Lauren slowly explained to the people outside in the hallway that they had to go. "Sorry for being the party killer," I said as Lauren walked back to her door. "No," Lauren smiled. "Better you than the cops, I don't have the money to look for another apartment." Lauren's sister pushed past us in the hallway with some friends. "Where are you going?" Lauren asked. "Somewhere, adults can party and not be bothered by old people," Lauren's sister said as she stared at me. "Have a good night, gramps!" "Thanks, I appreciate that, but I think Chuck E Cheese might be closed," I replied. Lauren stifled another laugh. Lauren's sister started to say something. "Before we keep going, you must know I teach at one of the local high schools, I can do this all night," I said. One of her friends pulled her back as she stared at me. "Be back at a reasonable time," Lauren said as she looked at her sister get on the elevator. Lauren shook her head. "I really have to apologize for her," she said. "No, I am sorry I was mean to her," I nodded. "No," Lauren said as she walked inside. I followed her inside as she closed the door behind me. "She has been a bitch since our father passed away two years ago." Lauren sat on the couch and offered me a seat next to her. "I had to drop everything and come back home and be the big sister I hadn't been in years." "What happened?" I asked. "Kristy has always been daddy's girl," Lauren said as she shook her head. "I was like our mom, so when our parents split, I went with mom and Kristy stayed with dad, only problem was she never left, never went to college, got a good job, or anything and dad just catered to her every whim." "Spoilt her," I nodded. "To the core," Lauren shook her head. "Mom was tough on me, I followed in her footsteps literally, she was a nurse, so I became one. She still curses me for coming back and taking care of Kristy. She says it's not my problem and Kristy is old enough to take care of herself." "So, mom is still around," I said. "Yup, living in a nice condo in Florida," Lauren said. "Far from Detroit," I nodded. "And a lot warmer," Lauren said. "So, you came up here and taking care of your sister," I nodded. "Yeah, trying to get into the nearby hospital, got my foot in, but it will be a while until I can make what I was making down there," Lauren nodded. "What about Kristy?" I asked. "Spoilt bitch doesn't want to work," Lauren shook her head. "Unless you call using my car when I am not using it to do the food grabs like door dash and the like," she said, slightly annoyed. "Not really well-paying jobs," I nodded. "Exactly," Lauren said. "I better get this place cleaned up. She won't do it." "I will help, after all I was the one that cut it short," I said. "Thanks," Lauren smiled. We picked up the beer bottles and all the trash that everyone had left behind, then I called it a night and went down in the elevator to throw the trash bags away. The chute was always hit or miss. Most of the time, it was either too full or didn't work, and everything just backed up. "Still up huh gramps," Kristy said as she saw me. "Forgot your quarters for the toy machine, or did they not have enough tokens?" I replied. "Fuck you!" Kristy shouted. "I am not some kid!" "Then stop acting like one," I responded. "Better start being nice to me, or I will get us thrown out again, and you won't be able to date my sister," Kristy said as we walked into the building. "Relax, I am kidding," I smiled. "We got off on the wrong foot, my name is Nick," I said as I held out my hand. Kristy sighed and stared at me. "Okay," she nodded. "Kristy," she smiled. "See, I knew there was a smile under there somewhere," I said as I pointed to the bench across from the mailbox. Kristy wasn't like her sister Lauren. Lauren was a brunette in good shape and had a great smile. Kristy was curvier or, as some of my students would call, a chubby woman. And she looked angry all the time. Kristy sat down first. "What's going on?" I asked. "You a councilor too?" Kristy asked. "When the time needs me to," I nodded. "Well, I am not going to break down and start crying, and tell you all my problems," Kristy said, folding her arms. "Didn't ask you to," I nodded. In my experience, the ones that put on the most rigid outer shell had the softest insides. Something was burning at Kristy, and as much as she wanted everyone to believe she was a hard ass and that nothing bothered her, she wanted someone to tell her she would be okay. "What?" Kristy said as we sat in silence. "Nothing," I said. "Fine," Kristy said. "She's being like mom, or what I remember of her, always telling me what to do, when to do it, and who I can't hang out with," Kristy said, shaking her head. "What's his name?" I asked. Kristy's eyes shot open. "High school, remember?" I smiled. “Derek,” Kristy said. "The one with the red hair." "Mohawk guy," I nodded as I remembered her leaving with a guy with red hair in a mohawk. "Yeah," Kristy smiled. "So, what's the problem?" I asked. "Derek wants me to go with him to a club downtown next week," Kristy said. "His band is playing, and he thinks I can help them out by dancing onstage." I shook my head. "What?" Kristy said, turning her smile back to anger. "What kind of dancing, and if you say anything but rock dancing, or mosh pit dancing I am shaking my head again," I said. "He thinks I should take off my top," Kristy said. "When they play their songs, he said it would give them more followers." She knew it was a bad idea as she held her head down as she said it. "You know that's all he wants, right?" I asked. Kristy nodded. "It's because I am fat," she said. "If you do it, then yes," I nodded. "He will laugh and that's exactly what he will tell the rest of them, but if you don't," I said, picking her head back up. "The guy with the black hair and the skater shirt might be keener to speak up around you." "Kyle?" Kristy smiled again. "Aha, you do know his name," I nodded. "But he is so quiet, and he just follows them around," Kristy said, shaking her head. "Follows them or tries to be around you?" I asked. "You must be a good high school teacher," Kristy smiled. "What do you say? Give your sister a little slack?" I nodded. "If she gives me some more freedom," Kristy nodded. "But you got to give me something back to her," I said. "Only works if it goes both ways." "I will take the job down at the coffee house," Kristy nodded. "Kyle likes going there to hang out." "There we go, right moves," I said as we stood up. We walked toward the elevator, and I got off at my floor. "Hey Nick," Kristy said as she poked her head out of the elevator. "I wish I had a teacher like you when I was in high school." "You probably did, but you probably hated them," I smiled. "True," Kristy said. \~ \~ \~ \~ \~ \~ \~ \~ \~ \~ \~ \~\~ \~ \~ "I know it's illegal, but sometimes," Keller said as he joined me the next day in my classroom. "They are only kids," I smiled as I graded some papers. "Teenagers, not kids," Keller said as he plummeted into one of the chairs. "Same thing these days," I shrugged. "Why aren't you heading home?" he said as he looked at the clock. "Trying to catch the train at this time?" I looked up at it, "I might as well stay here for another hour and catch the later train." "True," Keller nodded. "So, I heard something," he smiled as he leaned forward. "Another rumor mill favorite?" I asked. It was the reason I didn't hang out with most of the other teachers. Rumors and trash-talking ran rampant among the staff. It was worse than listening to some of the students. "You know it," Keller smiled. "You know what," I said before he started talking. "I might just take my chances with the train." I was right about the train; it was jam-packed. Felt like we were all sardines stuffed in a small can. "Nick!" Lauren yelled from her car as I walked down the train station stairs. "Lauren," I smiled. "Get in," Lauren said as she pulled over. I wasn't going to turn down a ride home. I still had to catch a bus or walk the rest of the way. "It's freezing out there," Lauren said as she turned up the heater. "Thanks," I said as I put my hands up against the outlets. "No car huh?" Lauren asked as we pulled away. "Sold it after the divorce," I nodded. "Trying to get back to where I was," I said as I felt my hands warming up. "It's a slow trek back." "Ah, how long were you married?" Lauren asked. "Seven years," I nodded. I told her all about my marriage and how it failed. How I was a college professor, and after the divorce, I got into a few verbal arguments with the wrong people at work and fell from grace. "Well, sounds like you are making strides to get back on your feet," Lauren nodded. "Slowly, but surely," I smiled. I helped her pull the snow tarp over her car. We ensured she locked it up and took out all her valuables. "I wanted to thank you again," Lauren smiled as we walked into the building. "For the talk with Kristy, we had a good night, we talked about things, and I am hoping things will get better moving forward." "That's good to hear," I smiled. We walked into the lobby area and went to the mailboxes. "Shit!" Lauren said as she stared over my shoulder. "What?" I asked. "Him," Lauren said as she noted Craig from one of the other apartments walking towards us. "Nick!" Craig said. "Some game last night huh?" "I don't watch basketball remember," I said as I stared at Lauren's reaction to him. Craig was harmless most of the time, but a few women saw him as a bit of a creep. "Lauren," Craig said as he walked toward her. "I will let you two talk," Lauren said, inching away from him. I immediately positioned myself between Craig and Lauren as we moved toward the elevator. "Throwing a party next week, maybe you guys can come, and bring your sister also." Lauren was about to say something, but I nodded at him and helped her into the elevator. "Fucking disgusting," Lauren said as the door to the elevator closed. "What happened?" I asked. "We were moving furniture in, and he popped out of nowhere," Lauren said. "He kept offering to help so I let him, then he did the whole elevator scene from the movie liar liar," Lauren shook her head. "The one with the woman with the big boobs." I nodded, knowing the scene very well. "He even made the noises and everything," Lauren said. "I'll talk to him," I nodded. "Supposedly he took too many hits to the head when he played football, and it knocked a few screws loose." I had known Craig from when I moved in. He had good days and bad days. He loved movie quotes, so I wasn't surprised to hear he quoted a movie to Lauren. "Thanks, I just don't want him anywhere near my sister," Lauren nodded. I waited until Lauren went up to her floor, then I rode down the elevator. I knocked on Craig's door. "Hey buddy," Craig said as he opened the door. "Can we talk?" I smiled. "Sure," Craig said as he let me inside. Craig's apartment was filled with stacks of DVDs all over the place. And movie posters all over the walls and the ceilings. He has lived alone since his mom passed away. The poor guy had no one, but his movies and sports to keep him company. She left enough money for him to live rent-free for another two years; after that, I dreaded what would happen. "I was just going to put in the Cable Guy," Craig smiled. "Okay," I nodded. I had seen the movie at least four times with him. He was a massive fan of comedies. I slowly brought up how Lauren felt, and as usual, Craig understood how he pushed the barrier like I knew he would. He wasn't some creep that wanted to get into women's pants. He liked playing out movies in real life, and some of us in the building played along. Others saw it as childish. Craig's mom said he was a wrecking ball on the college football field, consistently lowering his head and pounding the ball forward. She said no one could bring him down, and then he got injured, all those hits, and now poor Craig was stuck in movie land. "I will make sure not to say anything," Craig nodded. "You can say things, just be careful, that's all," I smiled. "Thanks Nick!" Craig said with his usual smile. "You guys are always looking out for me." After watching the movie for the fifth time, I left and returned to my apartment. Most of us were putting money together to buy Craig another year in the building, but time was running out. "Hey," I said as I came to my apartment. "Didn't have your number," Lauren shrugged as she stood outside my door. "Kristy might not work much, but she makes a killer lasagna, thought I would bring you some." "Thanks," I opened the door, and we walked inside. "You were right," I nodded. "This is great lasagna," I smiled. "Thanks for talking to Craig for me," Lauren said as we sat and ate dinner. I explained his situation, and Lauren nodded and said she would treat him differently now that she knew the truth. "So, play out the movie scene," Lauren nodded. "Yeah," I shrugged. "He usually ends it, I think that scene ends with you pushing him out the elevator and the door closes, not sure it's been a while since I had seen it." "Yeah," Lauren nodded. We both laughed for a moment. "Only one problem I have with that scene though," Lauren said as she leaned back on the couch as we sat down. "What's that?" I asked. "The actress is good looking by all means," Lauren smiled. "And has great cleavage." "I vaguely remember, but carry on," I said. "They aren't that big," Lauren shook her head. "The actress is barely a C cup at best." "For many guys C is big," I nodded. "No, cleavage is big, guys or I should say males in general see cleavage and instantly think she has big boobs," Lauren nodded. "Guilty," I nodded. "Really?" Lauren smiled as she stared at me. "I have been known to stare, I fully admit it," I nodded. "Hmm," Lauren said as she stared at me and then at her chest. "Must be the turtleneck, because I haven't caught you staring." "Well, it is cold outside, and you've been wearing Jackets and very large sweaters," I smiled. "Ah, so I can hide them," Lauren nodded. Her phone went off, and she smiled. "Saved by the buzzer," Lauren said as she stood up. Lauren wrote on a piece of paper. "My number," she said as I gave her mine and walked her to the door. "Do you want me to walk you up?" I asked. "I am literally a floor up," Lauren smiled. "But thank you." I sat down to watch television with a smile on my face. "Maybe I should watch Liar Liar again," I said as I looked at my movie app. 'You never asked,' Lauren texted me. 'I figured you would have made it safely,' I replied. 'No, how big they are,' Lauren responded. 'Didn't think it was polite to ask,' I replied. 'I did bring it up, so it's very understandable if you asked,' Lauren said. 'Well, how big are they?' I asked. 'How rude!' Lauren sent back. Then a picture came right afterward. My eyes went wide as I read the measurement tag. 'Too big?' Lauren asked. 'Never knew they went that high,' I replied. Lauren sent back some laughing emojis. 'Have a great night.' 'You too,' I replied. I still stared at the picture. "32JJ," I said as I leaned back in the cough. *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/)
[GFA/gd] Seduced by my granddaughter Update	I finally fucked my granddaughter up her ass last night. Kay is sleeping, she called out and told her boss she wasn't feeling well. She wants to do it again today. Our sex life has been great, almost every day we find time to fool around a bit, even when my wife is home. Kay has been doing so much better since moving out here and our relationship became sexual. She has been working consistently and hasn't been drinking or hanging around with any sketchy people. And when she talks to her dad on the phone it's not as hostile as it was before. I tell her I'm proud of her, she tries to make it sexual but I really want her to know I'm proud of her changes, I thought she would still be the problem child her dad complained about but this new environment has really done her so much good. Maybe our new relationship has helped keep her busy too. Her boyfriend back home was a bit of a scumbag so maybe since I'm the man in her life now she doesn't feel that same need to rebel against everything. Now back to our sex life. We tried anal about a week ago but it wasn't working, my cock was too big. She said she wanted to try again but my wife stayed home every night and we couldn't get an opportunity. Last night she was finally gone and Kay said she wanted to try anal. We had lunch with my wife, Kay only drank tea. And afterwards my wife took her car to her lover's place while me and Kay went back home. We parked in the garage and made out. I told her she was a very naughty girl and she rubbed my cock through my pants. We finally went inside and she kissed me again and told me she was gonna get ready. I went to my bedroom and waited. She came into my room in a full body fishnet outfit and the skirt from the naughty schoolgirl outfit I bought her. It looked so sexy on her petite body, her nipples were hard the entire time. She gave me a lapdance and I could see she had a toy in her ass. When she finished she got on her knees and blew me. Usually we both prefer me to dominate her in bed, but since we were doing anal I let her take the lead. She has more experience with it and she is the one that could get hurt in the situation. She led me by my dick to the bed and she got on her back. She played with the toy in her ass while I got some extra lube. It took some patience and some loud grunts from Kay but I finally got a few inches into my granddaughter's ass. I fucked her very slowly and she rubbed herself. I waited for her to beg for more before I went deeper, I didn't want to hurt her and she was loving what she was getting. She tapped me and I pulled out. She said she wanted to ride so I laid in my bed. She got a vibrator then stood over me, I looked up at her little tits and she slowly lowered down onto my dick. It took a quick second for her to get a rhythm but she found it and was taking almost the entire thing, she left an inch or two out. It was so fucking tight I knew I wouldn't last much longer. I told her I was close and she said "Papi cum in my ass." She tried riding faster for a second but grit her teeth and slowed down to her old pace. I erupted inside her and Kay stopped riding, she watched my O face. She let my orgasm pass then went back to riding me but was only taking the head of my cock and playing with her clit. I stayed hard long enough for her to cum on her toy and she fell onto me and bit my stomach as she came. Kay has taken a dp and done anal plenty of times but she said I'm the biggest thing she has ever taken up her ass. As a guy it was great to hear that. We got up and showered together and I cooked for us after while she watched her anime shows. Her grandma wasn't coming home last night so she stayed in my bed. We cuddled but she said she needed a little more recovery time before we did it again. She asked me to wake her up early to call her boss today.
Guilty Pleasures: I brought back a girl to my college house and found out my female roommate was listening [M20, F20, F18, Cheating. Dub-Con.]	All characters in this are 18+. This is a bit of a slow-burn, so apologies Back my second year of college, I lived in a rundown little house like every other student ever with a few of my friends. It was me and a couple other guys, plus three girls- Jamie, Eva, and Kylie. Jamie and I met last year. She was funny and a little bit ditzy at times, but was a really smart student in the pre-med track. She was wasian (half-white, half-Asian) like me, so we bonded quickly in our mostly white friend group. She had long, deep brown hair and delicate green-brown eyes that she frequently accentuated with winged eyeliner. Her body was long and lithe, with subtle curves that she would off-handedly criticize as flat, but she looked more than fine to me. We shared some of the same nerdy interests and a love of food, so we often spent time watching TV together or grabbing dinner from around town. We ran around so much together that if you didn’t know us, you would have thought we were dating. There was a slight problem though- we weren’t. Because she had a boyfriend, her high-school sweetheart who went to school across the country. She was from California and had come all the way to the East Coast for college, while her boyfriend went to Stanford. I knew it was a bit of a sore spot, because I think Stanford was her dream school and she had pictured her and her boyfriend going there together. I can’t imagine it felt good when he got in and she didn’t. We had a clumsy, teasing relationship where we both outwardly would always announce that we were just friends. But I harbored a pretty deep crush all throughout that first year, and she didn’t help things because she was always a little flirty and touchy. She was like that to some degree with everyone, but we spent so much time together that most of it ended up bouncing off me. Sometimes I think that she was lonely and missing her boyfriend, so she would turn to me for attention, which I was a little too happy to give. Our relationship was like a guilty pleasure for us both- never a good sign. We were definitely a little too cuddly to be just friends, despite what we claimed. We spent a lot of nights curled up together under a blanket with a laptop propped open, and we had even fallen asleep together more than a few times. She always dozed off quickly, with her head nestled in my shoulder, but I spent a lot of nights staring straight up at the ceiling with an uncontrollable boner and a hopeless feeling of confusion and excitement. One of those nights, early in the fall of our second year, we had both gone out with our roommates and ended up having one of those classic college nights. We ended up hopping from house party to house party, pushing through dimly lit rooms packed with sweaty bodies and stumbling through the cold streets. By the end of it all, I was pretty wasted and Jamie was tipsy too. She rarely drank and never participated in me and our other roommate’s frequent smoke sessions. In fact, she acted a little prudish sometimes, But that night was a little different, and we had ended up all drinking some foul combination of party juice and shitty beer. We ended up calling it a night after the third random backyard we ended up in, and walked breathlessly back to our house, pausing once for me to throw up in a bush. One of our roommates- Danny- came back with us but the others were still out. At one point, we all had thrown our arms around each other’s shoulders, drunkenly singing some pop song. Jamie was particularly affectionate that night, pressing the side of her body into mine and resting her head on my shoulder. She felt warm and welcome in the cold night air, and my arm ended up falling from her shoulder to around her waist, where she made no effort to move it. We clambered up our front porch and I made a show of walking straight into our front door with a thud. I managed to push my key into the lock after a few tries and we all burst back into our little home with a sigh of relief. Danny promptly passed out on the couch, leaving Jamie and I alone in our staggering trek up the narrow stairway. “You wanna watch something?” I asked when we reached the summit. “Yeah, I’ve been waiting all week to finish the season.” Jamie sighed. “Let me just get changed, I’ll come to your room.” “Good idea, I need to get changed too.” I said, probably slurring my words. “Man, I’m fucked up.” She giggled and lightly shoved me into my room, which in my state, felt the same as a NFL-level stiff-arm. I freshened up in the bathroom before turning on the dim string lights lacing my walls. A couple minutes later, there was a light knock on my door. “Come in!” Jamie stepped through the doorway, her hair up in a messy bun. She was wearing a baggy university crewneck and leggings. She jumped up onto my bed and curled up next to me, as I started up the final episode of the Netflix show on my laptop. Everything felt pleasantly warm and hazy in that drunken afterglow, and Jamie’s soft body nestled against mine was a little overwhelming. I could smell the remains of her perfume, and it was becoming hard to focus on the show. That changed quickly, because the show took a bit of a turn and all of a sudden we were watching a pretty explicit sex scene, completely with loud moans and plenty of topless nudity. “Damn, they’re going at it.” I joked awkwardly. “Mmm.” Jamie agreed listlessly. “He’s so hot, I wish I was her.” “I wish I was him. Look at her boobs.” I cracked. Not my smoothest. “Is that all men care about?” Jamie huffed playfully. “No, of course not,” I said. “There’s plenty of ass-guys out there.” She slapped my arm for that, giggling. “Which are you?” She said it lightly, teasingly. I feigned ignorance. “Hmm?” “Boobs or butts?” I looked down, and her eyes met mine with a mischievous glint. “I like a girl’s smile”, I said in the most mocking voice I could muster. Jamie groaned. “Oh my god, shut up!” “I don’t fucking know. Ass, I guess.” “Hmm. Rahul likes boobs.” Rahul was her boyfriend. I rolled my eyes inwardly. “I wish I had boobs like hers,” Jamie said. “I’m sure Rahul’s happy with what he’s got.” I replied. She didn’t really respond to that, but I felt something in her position change. She didn’t get up or extricate herself from me at all, though. We stayed in silence after that for a couple moments, as the sex scene stretched on. It was actually a little ridiculous how long it was going. Somehow, I ended up looking away from the screen and down at Jamie, who looked back up at me. Our eyes locked, and the alcohol had done its work on my judgment. I leaned in suddenly and pressed my lips to hers. There was a moment of shock, where neither of us really moved, but I felt her melt under me and she kissed me back. Something woke up inside me, and I rolled over, pulling her on top of me, laptop forgotten. Our lips met hungrily, and my hands snaked their way down around her waist. She was straddling me, and my dick was growing hard against my shorts. I pulled back, breathless, and then relaunched my attack by kissing her neck, causing little moans to escape her lips. Then it was all over- she was pushing me away, rolling off, suddenly standing. “No- no. No, I’m sorry. No, Eric, we can’t. I have- I have a boyfriend. You know that, you know we can’t.” “I-” I didn’t know what to say. The words came tumbling out, my drunkenness obliterating my filter. “Jamie, I know. But you can’t pretend like we haven’t been a little close. I mean come on. Rahul’s like three thousand miles away, I won’t tell-” “No!” Jamie said sharply. “Eric, we’re just friends. This was really inappropriate. Don’t-” “Don’t? Don’t what? Don’t pretend like you’re not always asking to come sleep here? Like you’re not the one who always gets touchy?” I made a mistake there. She stood there in the dim light, staring stiffly at me. “No. We can’t do this. We’re just friends.” Jamie whispered. “If that’s what you think, we can’t- we can’t do this.” She turned and left without another word, stalking out of my room. I heard her door close and the hallway light shut off shortly after. I collapsed against my bed, face in my hands. My dick was still hard, but I felt too guilty to even consider jacking off. — Turns out, my worst fears didn’t come true. Jamie didn’t tell anyone else, as far as I could tell. Things were awkward for a while after that, and our late nights together stopped. We slowly started to work our way back to before, pretending that night had never happened. Mostly for the sake of our friends, and so no one would ask why we were being so weird. But things were off for a while. Months passed, and college life ended up changing quickly as I joined a frat, much to Jamie and the rest of my roommates’ chagrin. None of us were involved in that part of campus life, and we had never been “fratty” people, to put it generously. But I was tired of pining over Jamie, tired of wasting my nights wishing for her, and tired of living in this little bubble. I had put on quite a bit of muscle over the last year, and I was dressing better. My confidence was a little high, and I decided it was time to get out and live it up. The weeks went by in a blur, days spent studying and nights spent partying. Frat life was a different beast to what I was used to, and it certainly had its ups and downs but I was happy with my decision. The best part was definitely all the sorority girls. One night, I’d finally gone and struck a home run. I was stumbling back towards my house again, but this time with a sorority girl wrapped around my arm. Brooke was petite and round in all the right places, her boobs nearly bursting out of the little white top that was way too skimpy for the weather. She had wavy strawberry blonde hair, tied back in a ponytail. A light smattering of freckles splashed across her cheekbones, which made her blue eyes pop even more. We were laughing about nothing in particular, and I had to shush her as I tried to unlock my front door. I raised my fingers to my lips and widened my eyes exaggeratedly, which just made her laugh harder. “Shut up!” I whispered, as I impulsively slapped my hand over her mouth and leaned in close. I felt her tense, but then suddenly loosen up as she slumped into me, pressing her tits against my chest. She looked up at me suggestively, her blue eyes full of drunk lust. My jeans stiffened and I fumbled with the keys one final time before creaking the door open. I practically dragged Brooke up the stairs and threw us both into my room, lips locked. I pushed her against the wall, hands sliding over her bare back and down, grabbing at her round ass through the rough denim of her jeans. Her hands slipped under my jacket and around my abs, then down and working at my zipper. Then she was down on her knees, lips wrapped around my cock. I hardly had time to think before she was bobbing back and forth. A little sloppily, but who was I to judge? I put my hand on the back of her head, working my fingers through the waves of her hair. She worked her tongue around the head of my cock like a lollipop. She pulled herself off with a wet pop, a string of spit connecting my dick and her red lips. She stared blankly back up at me, mouth open and tongue out. I wasted no time pushing it back into her mouth, and I let out an involuntary moan as I felt her drag her tongue all the way down my shaft. She stood up and kissed me again, pushing me gently towards the bed. I fell down on the bed, kicking my pants off and struggling with the condom as Brooke put on a strip show in the middle of my room, slowly pulling her top off and unhooking her bra. Her tits popped free with an irresistible bounce and I noted the freckles that dotted her chest as well. Then she spun around and slowly worked her jeans down her waist, revealing her supple, round ass in barely-there white panties. “Fuck, come here,” I said, as quiet as I could manage. She pounced up onto the bed and I quickly flipped her onto her back, eliciting a little squeal. She wrapped her arms behind my neck and pulled me in close. I took the opportunity to use my mouth on her cheeks, her neck, and then down on her breasts, as I nudged her legs apart with mine. The midnight silence grew busy with the sound of our labored breaths and the bed creaking, as we tangled our limbs further. My dick was so hard it hurt, and it was starting to bump against the smooth skin of Brooke’s inner thighs. “Put it in,” she whispered hoarsely. “Come on.” Head spinning, I pulled back from her lips for a second and pawed at her panties. I hooked two fingers into the gusset, brushing her dripping lips with my knuckles. I pulled the panties to the side and then looked into her eyes. Brooke’s face was awash with a blend of drunk and horny, and her blue eyes sparkled. “The fuck are you waiting for??” I didn’t need any more encouragement. Her legs locked behind me as I pushed into her wet pussy with a groan. I was practically hypnotized by her freckled tits bouncing in time as I fucked her, sliding in and out of her warm and tight hole. We both let out moans that were a little too loud and I winced, but didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop. My hands found their way around her waist and at her tits, alternating between groping and pinning her little body down. She grabbed at me too, digging her hands into my back or pushing against my chest. I pushed her legs up, marveling at the softness of her skin as I ran my hands up and down her thighs. I pushed into her with another small grunt, knocking the top of her head against the headboard. “Oops, my bad.” I said hurriedly. “No, no, keep going.” Brooke laughed. I picked up the pace again, our breaths getting heavier, when I heard another faint knock, and a stifled moan. I paused. I definitely didn’t just knock Brooke into the wall again, and the moan didn’t sound like Brooke. I didn’t stop to think about it for long, because Brooke pulled me back in then, planting wet kisses at my neck and jaw. I kept fucking her, when the thought struck me. Was that sound I heard coming from the other side of the wall? Somehow, I forgot about the naked sorority girl that I was buried to the hilt in, and I was picturing Jamie on the other side of the wall, listening to me fucking some ditzy, wasted sorority chick and touching herself to our moans. The thought lit my insides on fire, and I slammed back into Brooke with a renewed urgency. She gasped, and I didn’t stop pumping, all the while pawing at her tits with my hands. “Shit, shit, I’m coming!” Brooke moaned desperately. I grabbed her waist and pulled her in deeper, throwing my head back in pleasure. I was thinking about Jamie now, imagining that the girl in my bed was her- that I was fucking Jamie, running my hands over Jamie’s tits and bare stomach, pumping into Jamie’s wet pussy- Brooke came with a stifled yelp, snapping me out of it. I slowed down as I felt her tighten around my shaft and her body tremble. “Hang on-” She was tapping at my chest, and I got the message. I used all willpower to pull out of her, and collapsed against the wall. “Sorry,” Brooke gasped. “I just need a minute.” A few moments passed, and then Brooke was crawling between my legs and sucking my dick again, working her head up and down. It didn’t take long for me to say “Oh- I’m coming, I’m coming. Can I-” “Come on my boobs.” Brooke popped her mouth off me and presented her chest. I started jacking off desperately. She made a pretty picture, kneeling between my knees with her messy hair and bare tits. Finally, I came with a groan, shooting off a couple of ropes onto her freckled boobs. We took a couple of minutes after that, and then took turns quietly sneaking into the bathroom to clean up. As I walked into the hall, I passed Jamie’s door and stared for a bit. Then I moved on, walking back into my room and sliding under the blankets with Brooke. She was warm and still naked, and she promptly swung her bare leg over mine and pressed her body into me. My hand snuck its way down her back and I palmed her ass, running my fingers down between her cheeks and lightly grazing her pussy. My other hand found purchase around her bare thigh, and I laid there for a while, enjoying the feeling of a naked girl in my arms. She fell asleep fairly quickly, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I couldn’t help continuing to grope her, feeling up her plump ass. My dick was starting to stiffen again. I wasn’t satisfied. I couldn’t stop thinking about Jamie. Had she been listening? Had she been jilling herself to the sound of me fucking this sorority girl? I pictured Jamie laying in her bed, just a few inches of separation between us and her, her fingers buried in her panties. I was still a little drunk, and something was burning inside me. I couldn’t get her out of my head. I didn’t know how I knew, but I knew. Before I knew what was good for me, I was grabbing my phone. One hand still comfortably wrapped around Brooke’s ass, my other hand opened Messages and I was texting Jamie. >You up? There was a brief pause, then the three dots. >yes >Do you want to watch something? Another pause. >yes I was suddenly untangling myself from Brooke, trying not to wake her. I stumbled across my room and was out the door in a flash. I was wearing nothing but a tank top and my boxers, and then I was in front of Jamie’s door. The door opened before I even knocked. We stood there for a second, staring at each other. She looked a little flushed and disheveled, but then again, I probably looked worse. She was wearing an oversized t-shirt, and it draped over whatever bottoms she had on so I couldn’t tell if she was wearing shorts or nothing under there. The thought drove me crazy and then I was suddenly pushing myself into her room, pushing her back. “Hey! Eric-” “Stop,” I said, looking around her room. It was lit only by a strip of purple LEDs, but I quickly noted a mostly empty bottle of vodka and the crumpled remains of a seltzer can. “Have you been drinking?” I said with a start. It genuinely surprised me. “That’s a rich one coming from you. No, I haven’t- well, yes. I was. Eva and I were celebrating the end of midterms while you were out at your dumb frat. ” Jamie shot back. “Eric- what are you doing-” “Were you listening?” I asked roughly. She glared back at me defiantly. “Hard not to. You wouldn’t mind keeping it down next time, would you? Some of us are trying to sleep.” “No, no, no.” I snorted disdainfully. “Were you listening.” She stopped and stared for a bit. “What does that mean?” She asked hesitantly. I could hear the alcohol in her voice. “I think you know what I’m asking.” I took another step towards her, and she shrunk back towards the bed. “No, I don’t.” “Stop fucking playing games with me.” I hissed. “You’ve been teasing me the entire time we’ve known each other. What would Rahul think of all the time we spend together? What do you tell him?” “Eric. Stop. We’re not going over this again.” “I think we are.” I said, with a note of finality. “Look at me. Tell me you weren’t listening to me fuck that girl and you weren’t fucking yourself.” There was a flash of shock in her eyes, but I knew I had her. I stepped toward her one more time and she didn’t back away. I pushed her down back against her bed, and she fell onto it without protest. She stared back up at me, her eyes glowing under the violet light. “Yeah, I thought so.” I said. “Were you imagining what I was doing to her? Do you want to find out for yourself?” To be continued
[M/D] Is my mom flirting with me	Everyone is 18+ So I live with my mom (40) and I (19) live together, my dad is out of the picture and I never knew him, but recently my mom seems like she's being flirty and I'm not sure what to do. Is my mom hot, absolutely, have a fantasized about her, yes. She usually doesn't wear much, sweatpants and a tank top, or panties and a tank top, she hasn't been wearing bras recently either. Recently she's been closer to me and being more affectionate, complimenting what I'm wearing like saying "ooh who's the lucky gal" "oops sorry didn't know I was taking you to work, it'll be fun to see you on the strip pole" it's a running joke but it's been feeling less like a joke and more like a wish. Honestly I'd loves to get with my mom but I'm not sure if I'm misread this, anyone mind a bit of help.
[M/S] I am very attracted to my sons. Update 432. Ana almost caught me with Michael.	It was around eight pm yesterday and I was soaking in a warm, lavender scented bubble bath with my younger son. My bathroom is attached to my bedroom, and I had not closed the door. As we cuddled together, I kissed his neck softly and gently stroked his hard hammy. We were lost in a moment of blissful, incestuous love that would, in a perfect world, last eternal. I heard the back door slide closed and assumed it was Patrick. Michael's body instantly went from relaxed and pliable to rigid and jittery. A lilting voice called out "Flor de Maracujá" from the living room. I nearly shoved Michael's head beneath the water as I leapt from the tub and threw a towel and robe over my wet, nude body. "Do not make a sound" I commanded Michael with a loud whisper. Stepping out of the bedroom, I greeted Ana with a kiss and realized I had not locked the back door. "Mami, I was hoping I could drop by for a little love. I don't have much time" She stated in a sexy, pouty voice. I had closed the bathroom door, as long as Michael was quiet, I knew I would be safe. As soon as we landed on my bed, I heard a sound from the bathroom. She did not seem to notice. I then said, "The boys might be home soon" and turned on some loud music. She and I kissed, fingered and groped one another for the next forty-five minutes as Michael sat alone in the ever-cooling water. My heart nearly pounded itself free of my chest as I worried. Her alarm sounded and she had to get back to the neighbor's home. I did not want her to leave but was relieved to be able to get back to my helpless boy. As soon as she and I had our usual long kiss goodbye, I locked the door and ran to Michael. The bubbles were gone and the water barely tepid. After pulling him from the tub and letting it begin to drain, I turned on a hot shower and gave Michael the attention he needed. My sons are 27 and 22. If you really believe your mom wants to have sex with you, just ask her for sex. Don't get angry with me when it destroys your relationship, and she turns you down.
How I ended up with a very fun (married) FWB	So about 6.5 years ago I met a server in a local watering hole, we became friends over a short period of time since it was a frequent stop, found out she was married, 2 children, we had similar interest, met her husband, we'd drink together at times when we'd meet when she was off as it was a common stop after some motorcycle riding. As we became to know each other better things got a little flirty, a surprise smacks to my ass , sexual innuendos etc. she tells me things aren t the best at home, I might add that we have a 14 year age difference, so when a mutual friend said to me after a few drinks that Sam(not her real name) says that you would be her hall pass, I laughed it off as drunk talk, then it was brought up again, so I decided to mention it. "So I heard something interesting " Sam says "oh what was that?" I say "well, I heard that if you had a hall pass, I 'd be it", She says " umm who told you that, and I mean yeah why not, you're good looking and I think it would be fun". I smile and say "well thank you" and we both laugh, I get a couple of smacks through the night, I have a few more drinks and head out. Of Course I find my way back the next night and hang out a bit too long and a few too many drinks, I try to leave and she says " umm hey, you cant drive, I m almost off you need a ride?" I say yes, and have a water while I wait and chat with some friends, she gets off joins us for a drink and we head, she remarks that she's never seen me in this condition, I agree as I tell her yes I m pretty drunk. As we walk along I slightly bump into her, she gets ahead of me enough that I'm looking at her ass in her yoga pants thinking thats a nice ass for a 39 yo mother of two, I want to touch it so I give her one of the ass smacks I usually receive, she jumps a bit and turns with a big smile and says that stung a little, I know it did because I could feel it in my hand still. We turn a corner and head down a walkway to her car, out of sight of any eyes and my liquid courage kicks in as I grab her push her against the wall and plant a long kiss, my tongue finds hers as we start making out, we stop and she looks at me surprised, I look at her and apologize and tellk her I'm drunk, she says she doesn t mind and that kiss was hot, we start walking to the car both smiling , we get in and buckle up and she ask where I live and she says, "what, I thought you were close well you'll have to tell me where to go" . As we are driving I m rubbing her leg, I can tell she likes it and is accepting as my hand travels to her pussy where I start to rub it, her breathing quickens, her legs spread a little wider giving me more access, I can feel the heat, I increase my pressure, she fights hard to maintain and says I m going to make her crash, I back off a bit , I smile and ask if she was enjoying it, she says yes so I go right back, I rub and tease her pussy the whole 20 min ride home, we arrive I invite her in , she states she can't stay long which I reply that's fine. She comes in meets my dog, unfortunately I don't have what she drinks but thats fine as we continue to make out, rubbing her pussy, grabbing her ass, the response of pushing her pussy against my hand, quickened breathing, soft moans as we kiss. She looks at me and says, "we can have some fun, but just as friends" I tell I 'm good with that, she states she has to get going and I walk her to the door asking if she can get out on Friday as I have concert tickets, she says yes, I have a friend I can use , we make plans to see the show. Friday rolls around and she comes over, we have a drink and make out like a couple of teenagers, my cock is hard and I feel wetness as precum leaks from my cock, I grab her hand and let her feel she immediately smiles and says "oh yeah, a little hard are you?" as she starts to rub it it hard, getting me harder, making me leak more. we have to leave so we head out, I'm hard, she whispers that her pussy is so wet, for a moment I think, fuck the show, but we continue. As we drive shes returning the teasing I gave her the previous week by rubbing my cock, making sure I stay hard and have wets pots in my boxers, we arrive and grab a couple of drinks and the flirting, teasing continues, we have a good time and head back home, she's feeling good and making sure my cocks hard the whole ride, it's so hard it's uncomfortable, I 'm hoping the whole ride she takes it out, but the teasing last the whole ride, I ask her if she needs to get going she looks at the time and says no, not yet, we go inside I grab a couple of drinks, the dog won't leave us alone so I grab her hand and lead her to the bedroom and close the door, we are kissing, I rubbing her pussy, I grab her belt buckle as I look at her she's smiling with anticipation so I get her pants off, pull her shirt off, bra drops, my hand finds her wet pussy as I whisper in her ear Oh, you are wet" , shes now undoing my belt her hand slides into my boxers for her first touch of my aching cock. we move to the bed she lays down and I immediately spread her legs and start licking her pussy, sucking on her clit which I learn she really likes, I spend a considerable amount of time making her cum a few times, her hands in my hair, her writhing, moaning and soft words telling me she loves it and hasn't had this in a long time is all the encouragement I need. I crawl up with my face wet and kiss her deep, she says lay down as she gets into a 69 position so she can suck my cock but she isn't done having her pussy licked and I am more than fine with that. She grabs my cock and slowly licks all the precum off before I feel her lips and tongue slide down my cock, I'm of avg size and she is deep throating me, let me just say she gives a great blowjob, she takes a moment and tells me how she loves sucking cock, every guy love to hear that from a woman, she also tells me how good I am making her feel and she loves having her pussy eaten. After a bit she climbs off and lays with her head hanging off the side I get in front of her where I slowly slide my cock into her waiting, eager mouth, I slowly fuck her mouth, her soft moans just add to the moment as my cock is in her throat, she has no gag reflex, I continue fucking her mouth, I pull out as I still stand there she is licking my cock and balls, moaning telling me how she loves sucking cock and I am really enjoy it. I tell her to lay back as I crawl onto the bed, I get between her legs and slide my cock in her extremely wet pussy while watching her face as I do, her expressions as I start fucking her are great and telling me she is loving every stroke, I grab her legs and hike them up as I am now pounding her pussy, we eventually switch up to doggy style as she tells me she can't believe I havent cum yet, I laugh and say " well, I will say I am not a 2 minute man, is that ok?" just let me say compared to what shes had she was happy. I pounding her pussy from behind and smacking her cute ass, I mention I'm about to cum and she tells me to cum in her, I release my load in her as she moans and tells me she loves that I came in her. we lay back exhausted but both extremely satisfied, she dresses and I walk her to the door, I say " so is this friends only thing something you want to continue?" She says most definitely, so this is how my hot (married)FWB situation started. my 1st time posting anything, if this received well I will add more of my FWB as it continues, we've enjoyed lots of great sex over the years.
We got almost caught by the police the first time she let me see and suck her tits [MF]	This happened with my first girlfriend of college. We initiated our relationship some weeks ago and so far we just kissed each other and some rubs and make out but nothing more intimate . This day we went to the zoo and spent the whole day there. So in the afternoon we found a big and empty area full of grass with some trees and decided to sit there and take some rest. We started to kiss and because there were no people nearby we started to make out. In that moment I rubbed her tits and she asked me “wanna see it? “ and I said of course! Then she showed it and oh god it was the first time for real I see a tit and could touch and feel her softness. Her tits were small but perky with great brown nipples and areola and I started to kiss and suck then passionately. She got excited and made me lean back so she could sit on me and she started rubbing against my pelvis. But we were dressed. When suddenly the police came and approached without us noticing! They said we committed and offense against public order and requested us to go with them to the police station. As I live in a Latinoamerican country the police are easy to bribe so I offered him money and he just left us .
Worshiping my Goddess [FF, valentines day, Goddess, body worship, mid 20s]	Hello everyone! So it just so happens that my favorite holiday is valentines day! So here's my gift to you all. Thanks so much for the support. I hope this is able to brighten up your day a little. Happy Valentines day! We walk into the house laughing and clinging onto each other. We just came back from a dinner date and it couldn't have been lovelier. You looked so gorgeous in your dress; it hugged all of your curves so perfectly. Every time I saw your smile or how your hair fell onto your shoulders it just filled my heart with so much love and desire for you. I adore you my Goddess and tonight I won't let you forget it. We fell onto the couch with a sigh. I didn't think the joke I made was that funny but, it took all of your breath away. As we sat on the couch, our chest rising with each breath, you gave me a look that oozed of lust. I felt my face flush under your gaze. You tugged at my arm to pull me onto you. I sat, straddling your lap, as I returned your gaze. Trying to convey just how much I desired you. The tension between us was thick. It made my desire to worship you burn and grow. After what felt like an eternity, you kissed me with so much passion it made me crumble into you. The intensity of your lips and tongue in my mouth made my head spin. But I remembered, tonight is about you. Tonight is about worshiping the woman before me. I pulled back and leaned towards your ear, "I have a surprise for you upstairs" I whispered. You gave me a puzzled look, like you were trying to figure out how I had a surprise for you. I held out my hand to lift you from the couch and lead you to our bedroom. When I opened the door the look of awe on your face was amusing. I covered our floor in rose petals. I set the lights to a soft yellow which cast a golden light onto our bed. I pulled you into our room and led you to the bed. I then walked around the room setting lighting the candles scattered around the room. I slowly walked back to stand in front of you. You tilted your head expectantly. Slowly, I reached for the hem of my top and peeled it off of me. I turned around and pulled down my skirt while bending over giving you perfect view of my ass and greedy pussy. But once all of my clothes were off, I revealed the red lingerie bodysuit I got for this exact night. As I looked over my shoulder I could see a smirk plastered all over your face. love it when you looked at me like that. I turned around and descended to my hands and knees. Slowly, hand after hand, I crawled to your feet. You reached down to grab my chin and pull me closer to you. "Please allow me to worship you my Goddess" I begged. Need and desire dripping off my tongue. "Show me how much you adore me, my pet" the words felt like butter as they came out of your mouth. I swear, I almost jumped up from my position onto the bed. I helped you position yourself in the middle of the bed. I leaned her up to unzip the back of your dress and pulled it off of you. You looked so delicious in your matching bra and panty set. The sheer black fabric with just a little touch of lace made you look even more immaculate that before. I got into a straddling position on you then leaned forward for a kiss. I felt electricity rip through me as our lips touched. The lust and power I felt almost made me cum on the spot. I broke our kiss to trail small pecks down your neck. Licking and biting every surface of your neck. The moans you let out with every shock of pain lit me to my core. I trailed down further to your beautiful breast. I licked around the rim of your nipples, teasing them. You gave me a warning look that said everything you wanted to say. As I took one bud into my mouth you let out a deep airy moan, encouraging me to do more. I sucked and nibbled on both of your swollen areolas. Giving each one ample attention and taking my time taking you in. I wanted to savor this moment as much as I could. Your hands tangled in my hair as you pushed me further down, towards what really needed attention. As I made my way down I licked down your torso, kissing and nibbling as much as I could until I made it to your mound. I licked the top of it earning me another breathy moan and the bucking of your hips. I went further down and pushed your legs to a bent position as to get a bit of leverage. This was my favorite place in the world. Right between your beautiful thighs was one of the most beautiful works of art I've ever seen. All of the folds and creases that worked together to house one of the most precious things about you. Being able to taste exactly how your feel makes me so happy. And I surely wanted to taste how you feel today. I ran my nose up your length til I planted a small kiss on your clit. I followed by flattening my tongue and getting a full taste of you. Tasting your arousal pushed me to go further. I started to eat you out with so much gentle intensity. Savoring every taste while ensuring that you were able savor all of the pleasure I could give to you. You bucked your hips until you started to ride my face with a purpose. It felt so good to be used for your pleasure. And not much later and a loud moan from the top of the bed, you came into my mouth. I cleaned up your release with my tongue then went to lay next to you. Our chest rising and falling in sync once more. I leaned towards you and planted a small kiss on your cheek. "Happy Valentines day, my Goddess. I hope you enjoyed my gift" I said with a toothy smile on my face. More than pleased with myself. You pulled me in for a tight hug, stroking my hair and leaving kisses in it. "I did, my pet. Thank you so much. What did I do to deserve such a good girl like you?" you asked planting another kiss in my hair. "You deserve the world. I'm just glad that I can be a part of your life" "No you do my love. I am eternally grateful for you" you said climbing on top of me "Now let me show how grateful I am" Gods, I love valentines day!
Drive-In Blues: Season Finale[ Mind Break/Hypnosis/Feminization/22M,34M]	Chapter 8: Your Wildest Dreams Nia, no goddamnit Ian, woke up to a headache and the sound of his own voice. In a hangover induced delirium, it took him a while to realize that the tv was on in the corner. The next realization aroused and scared him at the same time. It was Ian, very drunk and very hypnotized, reciting a mantra for the camera: "I am daddy's special toy I am neither man or boy My ass is for fucking Dicks are for sucking I am never going to stop Letting daddy ride on top My body belongs to him And I obey his every whim..." The mantra went on and on, somehow constantly coming up with new rhymes that belittled Ian further and further. It took him a few minutes to realize he'd been drawn in, and was mumbling the words softly. "God damn it" he swore and jumped up. These were his final hours before master showed up. Ian needed to grab Alex and run, just fucking run until this shit wore off. Being around these people, these fucking bimbos, would only get them sucked in. There was something cathartic about admitting to himself that he was too weak to fight the hypnosis. It was true though. At every step he had tried to stand tall and ended up on his knees. It was time to just leave town, get a new name, anything to avoid losing his mind any longer. He needed to find Alex first. It may have been Alex's fault that Ian was stuck like this, but goddamnit Ian wasn't going to leave him to his fate. Alex deserved consensual hypnosis, not whatever this hell was. Ian put on the first outfit he could find that covered the most amount of skin. Being this was Stella's room, it wasn't much. He was able to find a sweatshirt that was loose in a "im so cute UwU" kind of fashion. However the longest pants he could find were hotpants, barely the size of boxers and tighter then any yoga pants could hope to be. How could a sweatshirt be so baggy yet not go down to your ass? There was an obvious answer but Ian hated thinking about it. He tried to act natural as he made his way through the halls. He couldn't let them know, otherwise he was one trigger away from bowing before his master. Ian shook his head. He needed to stop thinking in those terms. It gave a little buzz of pleasure everytime Ian thought of him as his master. Especially when he thought about the mantra... Ian shook his head and wondered how long he'd been staring at the wall. He finally found Alex in the kitchen, eating pancakes. Alex was wearing yoga pants and a crop top shirt with long sleeves. He also looked a little hungover, yet seemed to be in a good mood overall. Ian grabbed him by the shoulder and whispered "We're running. There's no fighting this hypno shit here" Alex looked around nervously "Are you sure man? What if we get triggered as soon as we leave the building" Ian gritted his teeth "We may have to limp out of here while on the edge of cumming, but for fucks sake we can't stay. Master is coming today!" Alex nodded. "No time like the present. How does Texas sound?" Ian forced a grin " A little hot, maybe northern California" Sneaking out was surprisingly easy. Alex led the way, peaking around corners until they made it to the front door. The usual anticipation hit them before they exited, and to their surprise there was no jolts of arousal. Just a cool breeze and the morning sun. They ran down the driveway, the taste of freedom helping them ignore their lack of shoes. Suddenly, they both heard it. A car coming down the long winding driveway that cut through the forest. Right towards them. Ian and Alex jumped into the bushes. They were so close, Ian could almost taste it. The car passed by, a red and black Ford mustang. "Thats masters car..." Alex whispered. Ian looked at him "How do you know that?" Something changed in Alex's eyes. An empty headedness that Ian recognized as the look he had had on the TV. Before Ian could react, Alexa cooed the words "Its time to greet master Nia" The world went black ---//--//---//--//--//-- Ian came to, completely naked. He was kneeling on the floor, bowed with his forehead against the cold tiles. Memories were vague, was he apologizing for something? Ian fell a smell drift past his nose. He started drooling. It was sweat, smoke, something familiar. Something he had first smelled on the clothes given to him that week. He was shaking. Like a fucking dog in heat his body wouldn't stop quivering. Already he could see precum creating a puddle right below his dick. All of this just from a smell. "You doing OK down there Nia?" Ian's ears snapped to attention. That was the voice. The voice over the screen, the one that had made him this pathetic toy. "Dont...calmedat" Ian mumbled the rest, unable to fully commit. "What was that?" The voice chuckled Ian felt his cheeks burn. So stupid so stupid, he should have kept his mouth shut like a good little- Ian's eyes widened. Fuck that. He was done. He was going to show them that he wasn't a toy or a piece of clay. He was a man goddamnit! Ian was about to stand up when- "Before you do anything, let it be known that the moment you look at me, you will break" masters voice echoed off the walls. Ian froze. Of course master would do something like this. Force him into a corner. Master continued. "Alexa, why don't you explain to her the choice that I gave you two months ago?" Ian wanted to shout, but could only talk softly. "Two months? What do you mean?" Alexa giggled "Sorry Nia, but I've belonged to master for two months now. Remember that time I was sick for a week?" Ian did remember, he had been worried but had decided it would be better to stay away and avoid catching it. Alexa continued "Well that was actually the week master came over to my dorm! Oh he fucked me again and again, over and over. And then at the end of the week, he said that I could either never see him again, or be his lifelong cocksucker! And when I looked in his eyes, I just had to be his!" Ian wanted to hit the floor "Then all of that shit about needing my help?" Alexa chuckled "All a lie! Master saw pictures of you and instantly wanted you to be just like me!" Ian felt...strange. "Master..wanted me?" "Of course!" Alexa replied "He wanted you ever since he saw you!" Ian didn't know how to feel. It made him...happy that master had seen him and instantly wanted him. It made no sense! Ian felt himself shaking in arousal again. "So..if I walk away without looking at master, I'm free to go?" "Of course, but you won't do that will you?" Alexa said. Master chuckled "I'm not a monster. I've just given you a taste of your deepest desires. It's up to you to accept those feelings" Ian knew deep in his soul that that was bullshit. The mantra was engraved in his mind, that was meant to make this choice only go one way. The entire week was meant to rob him of all logic and masculinity. Now that he knew that, all he needed to do was stand up and walk away. But Ian kept running the scene through his head. Standing up, staring, submitting. The anticipation and arousal raced through him each time it replayed. He wanted it, God he wanted it so much. It was like seeing two possible versions of himself. A respectable man, or a submissive toy. Suits and ties, or skirts and panties. Board meetings or cocks and cocks and more cocks... Ian decided. He would leave it to fate. He would look master in the eye, and resist with all his might. If he succeeded, he would walk away a man, with his pride intact. If not...well then he wouldn't really need pride anyway. Ian stood up, looked up and stared into his masters eyes... And fell back down to his knees. His master smirked down at him. His master looked a like the God of lumberjacks. A large man, husky but still muscular. His black beard glistened in the light, and his piercing green eyes stared down at him with the best kind of contempt. Master was holding Alexa by the back of the head while Alexa worshipped masters cock. Masters cock Nia crawled over, of course he was Nia, he couldn't be anything else now. Master reached down and grabbed Nia's hair, pulling him up off his knees. Nia whined and master chuckled "Good girl, but let's get one thing straight. You're mine. Body, mind, and soul. You chose this, so no going back" Nia nodded quickly "Yes master" Master dropped him. "Good girl. Now, just sit their and watch Alexa" Nia pouted but obeyed. Master continued "Alexa, degrade yourself for me" Alexa crawled in front of Master with her ass towards master, head on the floor. She tore open her yoga pants, showing off her hole for him. She grinned back at him and moaned "My holes gotten too tight daddy, I need you to loosen it back uuup. Every second you're not in me I get hornier and hornier and I feel like I'm going craazyyyy. I just want you to fuck me over and over and over.." Alexa continued rambling about cocks while Master looked at Ian. "This is what a good slave is. Alexa is no longer a person. She is a toy. And you will be too. Understand?" Nia nodded "Good girl" Master said, and Nias body glowed with pride and pleasure. "Now" Master continued "Degrade yourself for me Nia" Nia assumed the same position as Alexa, who was still dutifully spouting off line after line of foul self degradation. Nia could feel his masters eyes on him. On his hole, exposed and ready to be entered. He took a deep breath "I...I can't stop thinking about it master..." "About what Nia? Spit it out!" Master commanded Nia felt a sharp slap on his ass, making him gasp in shock and pleasure. "I can't stop thinking about your cock! I want it inside me hole, I want it to fuck my brain until I'm a drooling cum ridden toy!" Nia almost yelled, feeling dizzy at the admission of his feelings. Master laughed and grabbed Nias hips. "Good girl, a few more days and we'll have you trained like a proper slut." Nia felt lube being poured on his hole, and he shivered in excitement. It was finally going to happen. Master was going to treat him like a woman and breed his fuck hole until he couldn't stand anymore. Fingers entered Nias hole and he moaned. Girlishly of course. When was the last time his voice had gone deeper then a flute? It seemed silly that he would ever need a deep voice again. "You ready Nia?" Master said, gripping Nias ass tightly. Nia nodded quickly. "Yes yes God fuck yes!" Master obliged, and slid his cock inside of Nia. Nia thought she heard a noise, a feminine cry, a long exhale of air that was not quite a scream, and not quite a moan. Something in-between, and almost angelic. Then Nia realized she was making that noise, and it all clicked into place. Nias tongue rolled out of her mouth as she pushed her ass against masters cock. His cock slammed into her prostate over and over, sending shockwaves of delicious feminine pleasure throughout her body. Her cock flopped uselessly around, only half hard and dripping precum all over the floor. Master grunted and groaned like a beast, and grabbed Nias hair. He pulled her head back playfully and Nia moaned. Every thrust of masters cock he pulled her hair, increasing the sensations and making Nias mind all gooey. There wasn't much to grab, but master would change that. Master would make Nia grow long hair and big boobs and pink lips... Nia came, her cum squirting on the ground in bursts while she shook her hips on masters cock. She was gasping for air when master whispered "Did you think I was finished?" Nia didn't have time to respond as master flipped her over onto her back. She could feel her lower back being pushed into the puddle of cum. Master looked down at her and smiled, a wonderful dreamy smile that made Nia remember her mantra. "I am daddy's special toy I am neither man or boy..." Master grabbed Nias hips again and continued assaulting her hole. Nias legs wrapped around his waist pulling him closer. She loved this, she needed this. Why had she ever tried to get away from it? "I am never going to stop Letting daddy ride on top..." Nia continued the mantra in between her moans. They made the sex even better. Her mind was becoming pinker and foggier and hornier all at once. Master grabbed her wrists and used them as handles to continue thrusting into her. It felt amazing to have completely lost control. Even if she wanted to, Nia had no way to escape. She could only allow master to continue until...until... Nia realized what would happen eventually, and shivered at the thought. She wanted masters thick hot cum. She wanted him to pump it into her until she was leaking it out of her ears! Finally master started gripping her wrists tighter. His cock was getting bigger, oh god his thrusts were getting faster and faster until- Master thrusted into Nias hole one last time, and shot load after load of cum. God it just kept cumming. Nias own cum was pathetic as it squirted up and barely reached her chest. Masters cum masters cum masters cum kept pumping and pumping until it leaked out onto the ground below Nias ass. Master let go and Nia fell to the floor, shaking I'm the afterglow. Not a single thought in her head, just devotion to her master, and joy that she had made him cum. Master grinned down at her. "Good girl, let's get you cleaned up. Guests will be arriving soon" End of Season One If you are interested in an epilogue and second season, please comment your favorite part of Drive-In Blues! I have alot of fun writing these characters, so it would be interesting to see where I could take it from here. Thanks for reading, and have a great 2023!
Shy 18-Year-Old's First Pelvic Examination with Male Gynecologist [M30/F18]	Shy 18-Year-Old's First Pelvic Examination with Male Gynecologist Jane couldn't help but feel anxious as she sat in the waiting room. At just 18 years old, this was her first time visiting a gynecologist, and the thought of being examined made her feel self-conscious and vulnerable. Sitting in the lobby, she couldn't help but wish she could have requested a female doctor. She was too shy, however, and didn't want to come across as rude or difficult. So, she sat quietly and hoped for the best. When her name was called, she reluctantly stood up and followed the nurse down the sterile white hallway. As she entered the examination room, Jane was relieved to see that the doctor was a woman. She introduced herself as Dr. Patel and asked Jane to sit at the examination table. Jane did as she was told, trying to ignore the butterflies in her stomach. Dr. Patel explained the examination process and asked Jane if she had any questions. Jane shook her head, too shy to speak. She tried to close her legs immediately as she sat on the examination table, but the stirrups kept them wide open. She was so embarrassed and exposed, lying there with her legs spread open. As Dr. Patel began the examination, Jane closed her eyes and tried to focus on something else. But just as she was starting to relax, the door to the examination room opened, and a man walked in. Jane's eyes flew open in surprise, and she saw that the man was a young, handsome doctor dressed in a white coat. A resident, also a male, accompanied him. "I'm sorry to interrupt," the doctor said, "but Dr. Patel had to step out for a moment. My name is Dr. Thompson, and I'll be performing the rest of the examination." Jane felt a wave of panic wash over her. She had never been examined by a male doctor before, and the thought made her feel even more vulnerable. She wished she had been able to be seen by a female doctor, but she knew she had no choice but to go through with the examination. She wished she could have declined Dr. Thompson's examination, but she didn't want to be rude. She was so embarrassed and exposed, lying there with her legs spread open. Dr. Thompson noticed her discomfort and tried to reassure her that it was normal to be nervous. He gently told her to relax and that everything would be okay. Despite his reassurance, Jane couldn't help but feel self-conscious and vulnerable as the examination continued. Dr. Thompson was professional and gentle as he continued the examination. He explained that he would be examining the external genitalia, which includes the vulva, labia, and clitoris. To do this, he separated the labia and visually inspected the clitoris. To do this, he used his thumb to retract the clitoral hood, exposing Jane's most sensitive organ and the most private area of her body. She felt waves going through her body as he touched her there. He also used a metal speculum, which was cold and hurt a little when opened. He checked for any abnormalities or signs of infection. Throughout the examination, Jane couldn't help but feel embarrassed. She blushed fiercely as Dr. Thompson examined her most intimate areas, feeling exposed and vulnerable. She kept her eyes closed, hoping the examination would be over soon. Not even her past boyfriends had ever seen or touched her like this before, and the thought made her feel even more self-conscious. However, as much as she was embarrassed, Jane couldn't help but feel a strange arousal simultaneously. She had never experienced such a close and intimate touch before, and the sensations were both unfamiliar and exhilarating. She tried to push these feelings aside, knowing that they were inappropriate and that Dr. Thompson was doing his job. She couldn't help but feel ashamed as she realized that her body's natural response to the examination was causing her Bartholin glands to produce excess fluid. She hoped that Dr. Thompson wouldn't notice and tried to focus on her breathing to calm her nerves. Dr. Thompson then applied lubrication to his gloved finger and performed a bimanual examination. He inserted two fingers into Jane's vagina and pressed on the lower abdomen with his other hand. This allowed him to feel the uterus, ovaries, and fallopian tubes, as well as any abnormalities or masses. The male resident was present in the room to observe the examination. Jane couldn't help but feel a sense of invasion during the bimanual examination. The sensation of someone touching her so intimately was overwhelming, and she couldn't help but feel vulnerable and exposed. She tried to relax as much as possible, knowing that the procedure was necessary for her health and well-being. The next part of the examination was the recto-vaginal examination, which was the part that Jane was most nervous about. Jane had never even heard of such a thing before, and the thought of someone touching her anus was mortifying. Dr. Thompson explained that the recto-vaginal examination was necessary to check for abnormalities in the uterus, cervix, and ovaries. He inserted his lubricated middle finger into her rectum and used his other hand to feel the lower abdomen. Jane couldn't help but squirm at the invasive feeling of the examination. She clenched the sides of the examination table as she felt Dr. Thompson's moving fingers, trying her best to remain as still as possible. She had never wanted anyone to see or touch this part of her body, and the thought made her feel extremely embarrassed. She closed her eyes tightly and tried to focus on something else, hoping the examination would be over soon. As the examination came to a close, Jane let out a sigh of relief. She had never been so relieved to have something over and done with. Dr. Thompson removed his gloves and disposed of them, explaining that the examination had been normal and that he didn't find any abnormalities. The presence of the male resident observing the examination so closely made the situation even more embarrassing for her, especially with two men in the room. Just when Jane thought the ordeal was over, Dr. Thompson asked her to sit up and proceeded to perform a thorough breast examination. He explained that this was an important part of the examination, as it allowed him to check for any abnormalities or signs of breast cancer. He examined each breast separately, starting at the outer edges and working his way in. He used his hands to feel for any lumps or abnormalities and asked Jane to take a deep breath as he pressed on her chest. Jane couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious about the size and shape of her breasts. He also pinched each nipple to check for discharge, which was particularly embarrassing and uncomfortable for Jane as it was a sensitive area. Dr. Thompson's fingers were cold as he checked her nipples for discharge. After the examination ended, Jane couldn't bring herself to look either of the men in the eye. She wished she could have run out of the room, but she knew she had to stay put and endure the examination. She gathered her clothes and quickly dressed, eager to escape the examination room and the feelings of shame and vulnerability that it had brought up. Jane couldn't help but feel relieved that it was over. Looking back, she realized that the worst parts of the experience had a male doctor, a male resident observing, and the recto-vaginal exam. She had never been touched so intimately before, and the thought of being examined by a man made her feel even more vulnerable. She made a mental note to herself to always make sure to request a female doctor in the future. Despite the embarrassment and discomfort, Jane left the examination room feeling empowered. She had faced her fears and undergone a thorough examination to ensure her reproductive health. She knew it was important to prioritize her well-being and never be afraid to advocate for herself.
[B/S] I tried anal with my brother for the first time. I liked it	Yesterday, my older brother and I were hanging out in his room. At first we were just watching Netflix and cuddling on his bed (I love having his body close to mine, it makes me feel protected). Slowly the cuddles started to include some touches to my hips, then to my legs, until I took his hand and put it on my breast (Is kinda my way to say "I want it"). At that point, neither of us cared about the tv anymore. We started to kiss and take off our clothes, his pennis was already very hard when he took off his boxers. He shove his head between my breasts the moment I took off my blouse and bra, and started to lick and suck my nipples, just in the way he knows I like. Unas so wet just with that, that he noticed it in the moment he slide his and into my panties and touched my pussy. He fingered me while keep his mouth focussed on my nipples, I was at the edge of cumming, when he stopped, made me lay on the bed and put himself over me. Without a word, I knew what he wanted and opened my legs to him, while he slide his dick inside me. I just love that feeling. The feel of him slowly getting inside, filling me, the heat of his body, the preassure of his weigth over me. Having him so close, so deep insume me, conecting our bodies, making our bond so deep and strong in a way I could never had imagine, so close, so cared, so loved. I just couldnt resist it and wrapped his torso with my legs, while he smothly made love to me, I needed to feel him closer while I came. And then, he made the question. "Can we try it from behind?" The way he asked me, they way he made me feel, I just cant said no to him. With his help, I rolled over and put myself on 4, raising my butt, and askinghim to be careful. His dick was soaked with my juices, and I was so excited and sensitive, that I didnt felt that bad when he started to press the tip of his dick into my anus. He went it slowly, I could feel the preassure, his dick getting inside, opening my rectum, all while he tried to hold his breath while he slowly pushed it further inside me. Yes, it hurted. But feeling him, the way he was doing his best to hold himself and do it slow, hearing him enjoying it, and all the excitement of my previous orgasm, made me endure it. I wanted to give that to my brother, I wanted to fulfill his need, yo make him feel good. I started to feel good having him inside when my butt touched his pelvis. The slow pace started to feel so good, and by my brother's breathing, I could say he was enjoying it so much. IT wasnt long until I could hear our bodies clapping while he pumped me. I felt so good. I ended cumming again, while he kept thrusting me, making it feel even better, until he cum inside. Before this, I didnt like the idea of anal, but now, after the way my brother did it, and how much we enjoyed it, I maybe want to do it often.
Summer Explorations [F19; M45-50] [D/s] [Mdom] [exhib] [oral]	Katie was enjoying the warm sun on the lounger by the pool. This summer could be worse, she thought. The 19-year-old had wanted to do a gap year after her first year, but her parents insisted she continue college in the fall. As a compromise, they agreed to let her spend the summer with Matt, a close family friend who lived a few states away. At least she got a bit of travel. It sucked being away from her friends, but Matt was pretty cool. His pool was amazing, and she was loving the tan, especially since she could lay out nude while he was at work. He was younger than her dad and almost like a big brother or older friend to her, letting her sip the odd glass of wine at dinner or taking her shopping to the stores her mother did not approve of. Like the skimpy bikini laying on the deck next to her lounger. Katie closed her eyes, enjoying the warm sun as she let her hands explore. She was petite, with an hourglass type of figure. Small, perky breasts that were perfect on her slim frame. A nice ass, well sculpted by the squat rack. Matt wouldn't be back from work for a bit, she thought, giggling. She cupped her gorgeous breasts, teasing her hardening nipples ever so slightly as she gasped and enjoyed the sensations. It was a good thing he had a decent sized lot and no nearby neighbors, though the thought of someone watching made her shiver and more than a little aroused. She kept one hand on her breast as her other hand went between her legs. She couldn't believe how wet sunbathing like this made her. She loved feeling so exposed, especially after that spa trip Matt had booked for her. She had worked up the courage to get a full sugar treatment. She found her clit and let out a moan as she began exploring herself. With her dad working from home, it was so hard to find moments like this when she went back to visit. Her back arched as she slid her finger between her soft folds, not attempting to stay quiet like she did at home. She closed her eyes, letting her imagination run wild. Back to her favorite fantasy, picturing herself at the gym near campus. Late at night, one of the few working out. Enjoying the looks she was getting in the squat rack in her sports bra and leggings. Beaded with sweat, her nipples hard from the air conditioning and the attention. She slipped a second finger inside herself, writhing on the lounger as her fantasy played out. Finishing her workout, walking back to the locker rooms to clean up and head back to the dorms. Biting her lip as she paused, looking at the sign directing you to the women's locker and the one pointing to the men's. In her fantasy she always went to the men's, something she would never dare in real life. Though the thought of it always left the bike seat wet from more than just sweat if she began to daydream in her work outs, grinding a little harder against the seat. She could see herself in the locker room, the masculine musk lingering in the air. Voices distant as the showers ran. Her fantasy varied. Some days she imagined going back to the showers, others it was the sauna. She was really going hard on herself, her thighs pressing against her hand. She imagined herself leaving her clothes on an empty bench, tiptoeing naked through the locker room. Finding her way to the sauna. She could almost imagine the searing, blistering heat. The smell of cedar and dry, hot air. Always alone at the start of her fantasy, she climbed onto the top bench and laid out. Not bothering to cover up, her skin beaded and glistening with sweat as she parted her legs. Toying and teasing herself, one hand between her legs and the other cupping her pert breasts. As she moaned and writhed on the sauna bench, edging herself in a dizzy high, the door opened as it always did. Sometimes it was just one, other times it was more. It just depended on the mood she was in. But it was always a black man, a bull. Thick and hung. Well-muscled, and large. Dwarfing her petite frame, his coal dark skin a contrast to her sun kissed lily-white. She had never fucked or dated a black man. She didn't know why this was such a turn on, but this locker room fantasy was the one that always made her change her sheets. Three men entered the sauna, she could hear the gravel in their voice. Deep and booming bass as the joked and laughed, taking in the site of the naked girl before them. She sat up, parting her legs and biting her lips with a coy look. They never wasted anytime. There was never anything said. It was always a contrast to the guys she hooked up, confident and arrogant. Simply taking her. Large hands around her slim waist, lifting her down and positioning her just right. The first cock easing into her, one hand on her hip, the other cupping her breast. They were never rough but never gentle. She eased a third finger inside her, it was almost painful, but it only heightened the fantasy. To imagine being stretched by a bull's cock. Katie was kneeling on the lower bench, just the right height and position to be taken from behind. The other two sat just above her on the top bench allowing easy access for her head to bob between the two as she put her mouth to good use. The thought of taking two at once, to be fucked from both ends just drove her wild as she bucked on the lounger, her moans filling the air. Her eyes screwed shut as the fantasy played out in her mind. She loved that she could really let herself go in what had become an almost daily ritual when Matt was gone. She would edge herself, getting closer and closer before slowing herself down and then resuming her exploration. Each time nearly getting herself to climax before pausing. She loved the anticipation and driving herself crazy. By the time she would allow herself to cum, she was so pent up she would have some of the best orgasms she had ever given herself. She was in the peak of her fantasy, held up between two of the bulls as they took her in tandem. It was only in her fantasy that she had ever been DPd or fucked in the ass, though she had a small plug she sometimes used if she really wanted to immerse herself in the fantasy. She could feel how strong they were, how easily they could lift and hold her. How full she felt, the two large cocks stretching her as she submitted. The third man pouring cool water on the sauna rocks. The room filling with steam, their bodies slick with sweat as the smell of their musk mixed with the cedar. The hissing of the steam, the primal grunts and breathy moans with the sound of skin on skin creating the most depraved chorus in the small room. One man holding her tight by her thighs, the other's calloused hands on her breasts. Her head resting on the shoulder of one as she gave herself to them. She was moaning and writhing, back arched, willing herself to cum and feeling herself get closer. Almost...almost....so close, so close...just about..."Enjoying yourself?". She froze, opening her eyes to see Matt standing over her enjoying the show she was putting on. Her mind was fogged with the ruined orgasm, the fact that he was watching her. She watched as he carefully took in her naked body, his eyes lingering on her pert breasts, her nipples hard. His gaze going down her body to her smooth mound, glistening and her thighs slick. She completely forgot that she was nude, making no effort to cover up as the emotions flooded her. Without a word he knelt at the foot of the lounger, grabbed her thighs with both hands and spread her legs. "Fuck he's strong", she thought biting her lip as the worst thoughts came to mind. There was something about his body language, his presence, that kept her from protesting. She knew she was safe with Matt, despite her current position. She made no effort to resist and laid back as he began to enjoy the taste of her cunt. His tongue darting between her folds, finding all the right spots that had taken her a year at college to really figure out with clumsy exploration. She had never had a guy go down on her, though they were always eager to put her mouth to use. Her hands went to her breasts, teasing her nipples as she rolled them between thumb and finger, pulling and pinching. Matt clearly knew what he was doing. Primal, breathy moans left her mouth as her back arched and toes curled while he brought her back to the climax he ruined. Katie had never experienced anything this intense, not even this summer. Her body shook but he wasn't done. Holding her tighter, practically lifting her off the lounger, as he continued his explorations. She had always stopped after she finished once, but he had no intention of leaving her at one. Katie bucked wildly as she experienced her first forced orgasms. Finally, he let go, gently letting her legs down as he stood up and watched her panting on the lounger. He leaned in and kissed her on the forehead, then without a word he left her and went inside. Katie lay there, her head spinning. She had no idea how to process the experience but her curiosity, amongst other things, was certainly aroused. She had no idea how long she laid there but finally pushed herself up, her legs like Jell-O as she slowly walked towards the door without bothering to throw her bikini on or grab a towel. Matt was standing at the kitchen island watching her, sipping a beer. As she came in, he didn't say a word, simply pointing to a drink sitting on the counter. Katie took it, not unfamiliar with the taste of vodka and enjoying the familiar burn to calm her nerves. As she sipped at her drink, he came behind her. He cupped her breasts softly but firmly, "Why was she enjoying this so much?!", her mind raced. "You want more, don't you?", he spoke softly but firmly in a way that drove her wild. The remark punctuated with a gentle but firm pinch of her nipples as he rolled them between his fingers. "FUCK", she let out in a breathless moan. His manner was so commanding, so confidant unlike any guy she had fooled around with. He was clearly in charge and though her mind screamed "NO" the primal lust was making her weak. She nodded meekly as his hand found just the right spot between her legs, eliciting a gasp and soft moan. "When you finish that drink, you are going to go up to my room and I am going to show you how a woman is supposed to be fucked. Understand?" she nodded again, wondering how slowly or quickly she should drink it. He was enjoying her breasts, which was really making her crazy. "Now I want you to finish what you started outside." Without a word, she put her hand between her legs. Teasing her clit, she let out a soft moan and gasp as she realized how sensitive she was. Matt wrapped one hand around her throat, gently squeezing as the other teased her breast. Katie slipped a finger between her lips as he gently rolled and pinched her nipple. She couldn't believe how aroused she was letting him have this control. She closed her eyes, enjoying how his hands explored her. How he lightly choked her. She had no idea where such primal thoughts and desires came from, but she didn't hold back. Her moans filled the kitchen. She had never cum this much in a day. Both of his hands were back on her breasts, she could feel how hard he was. "One lesson you're going to learn is that you'll receive pleasure when I want you too. It'll be a reward if you behave." He groped her hard, "When I fuck you, it's for my pleasure. Understand?" her answer was a loud, breathy moan as she pushed herself over the edge. Katie had no idea who she was. Always independent. Always hating the chauvinistic and misogynistic attitudes. She had started joining the women's marches and protests led by the College Feminists. But that arrogance, the firmness and command in his voice as he reduced her to little more than a toy, drove her wild. Slowly she sipped at her drink, finally finishing it and setting it down. She was lightheaded, nearly dizzy from both the strong drink and the depravity and intensity she had experienced so far. His hand went to the nape of her neck as he gave her a firm nudge to the stairs. A thousand thoughts raced through her mind. The innocent crush on an older man, the raging hormones and desire of her youth. She had never felt this lusty and wild with desire before. She went to his bed and laid on her back, the only way she knew how after those few times in the college dorms. Without a word he took her hand and made her stand back up. With his hands and only a few words, he guided her onto the bed and put her on all fours. Her legs spread just so, and her hips put just right; Katie felt completely exposed and objectified in the position. He cupped her chin, bringing her head up at just the right angle. A touch at her shoulder blades as she adjusted her posture. It was just on the edge of being uncomfortable and even in her inexperience Katie realized it was his way of asserting control over her. She could hear him stripping behind her but sensed that it would be a mistake to turn her head and look. Those strong hands held her hips as she felt his cock against her slit, easing himself inside her. She realized he wasn't wearing a condom, something she was always careful about, but she knew better than to speak up. He was larger than those few guys she had played with. His pace, his rhythm was nothing like she had experienced before. Not overly forceful, but not gentle. It was clearly not intended for her pleasure as he had promised. He had already given her that earlier. She tried to match him but couldn't and instead resolved to simply submit and allow him to guide her. As she relaxed, she found it easier but still intense. She was surprised by his stamina. Her previous hookups would have finished by now. He leaned in and pulled her head back by the ponytail, eliciting a surprised yelp at another new experience. "It's going to be a fun summer, isn't it?" he grunted. Katie's eyes widened as she let out a breathy moan, her body going wild with a desire she had never felt as she contemplated a summer like this. "You're going to be a good girl, aren't you?" he said in a way that made her practically purr. A loud moan was her only answer. He pressed his hand between her shoulder blades, she took the hint and lowered herself, resting her head on the mattress. Both hands tightened on her waist, he lifted slightly. Just enough that her weight was no longer on her knees. His thrusts became faster, harder. His cock just large enough to make the depth of his thrusts just on the edge of uncomfortable for her. She felt like a doll, a toy, in his grip. Completely objectified, yet she was surprised at how much it aroused her. She had never had sex like this, often having to take the lead or slow the guy down when he was a bit too aggressive. For the first time in her life, she allowed herself to simply submit. She was lost in the moment, so many emotions and feelings coursing through her and leaving her head spinning, when she felt him stop and hold her tight. Her eyes went wide as he finished inside her. Another first for her. She wanted to panic, to yell and scream. She would have kicked and scratched at any frat guy that had done this to her but with Matt there was something different. He pulled out, leaving her on the bed. Katie stayed in the position, feeling so vulnerable and exposed as the cum leaked from her and down her thighs. He walked away. She could hear water running, curious what he had planned next. He returned shortly, scooping her up and cradling her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, for the first time feeling just how exhausted she was from the afternoon. He took her to the master bath, where he had drawn a hot bubble bath. He lowered her, the water soothing as she laid back and allowed herself to relax. She was surprised when he had her sit up and began to gently bathe her. A soft cloth and the most luxurious soap. It smelled faintly of lavender and roses. The thick lather was silky on her smooth skin as he eased her way down. There was nothing sexual, no lingering touch or groping. He just continued to bathe her. When he finished, he wrung out the cloth and hung it to dry. He picked up a pitcher, dipping it into the water. He guided her head back and poured it over her hair. He picked up a bottle of shampoo and began to lather her hair, massaging her scalp. Katie had never felt such affection, care or tenderness. It was such a contrast to the way he had fucked her, the way he had first taken her out by the pool. He washed the suds from her hair and guided her to lay back. He left and came back with a tray, which laid across the tub. A glass of water, a pot of tea and a single pill. She recognized the Plan B, which she had taken once after a condom scare. She downed the water and pill as he poured her a cup of tea. As she sipped, he kissed her on the forehead. He lit a few candles set out on the counter and turned the lights off, closing the door and leaving her to relax. Katie leaned back, sipping the delicious tea and letting herself melt into the hot water. She had the sense that he would come back, that she was to wait for him. She had no sense of time, her eyes closed as she worked to process and understand what had happened. She heard the door open and looked up. He turned on the lights and reached down to drain the tub. He removed the tray, setting it on the counter as he blew out the candles. He took her gently by the arm and helped her stand. He held out a towel and she stepped out. The towel was warm, thick and fluffy. Soft against her skin as he gently dried her off. He set the towel aside and reached for a silky robe, helping her put it on. He guided her to a small bench in front of dressing table in the large bathroom. She sat and he picked up a hairbrush and dryer, gently brushing her out. When he was finished, he took her by the hand and led her back to the bedroom. The sheets were turned down. He undid her robe, letting it fall to the floor as he encouraged to lay back in the bed. He brought the sheets up, tucking her in. "I think you need to need to rest, baby girl." he kissed her again on the forehead. Sleep came easily, the bath having relaxed her and put her at ease, after the afternoon's exertions. When she woke, she could smell something cooking downstairs. Moody blues echoed up, one of Matt's old records he had showed her. She eased out of bed; the robe was hung up on the back of the door. She thought for a minute but shrugged and went downstairs. Matt was sitting in one of his leather club chairs, enjoying the scratch of the dusty old vinyl. He heard her and turned, "Sleep well?" She only nodded. He stood, going to her with another kiss on the forehead. A second on her lips, lingering. "You have a lot of promise. I think you'll be a fun project this summer." The way he said it, the objectification, would have made her angry before the day. Instead, she felt herself lightheaded, nearly dizzy, practically swooning. "I bet you're hungry, dinner will be ready soon. I think we have time for one last lesson today." His hand touched the small of her back as he guided her around in front of his chair. "I want you on your knees." He said firmly. She did as she was told. He knelt on one knee next to her. First, he adjusted her legs, guiding her to spread just right, about shoulder's width apart. Next, he lowered her gently. Guiding her to sit lightly on the edge of her heels. He touched her back, correcting her posture. He brought her arms back, instructing her to hold her arms just below her shoulder blades. Another correction to her posture, guiding her to put chest out just so. "You have such gorgeous breasts..." he mused, gently cupping them before holding her chin and putting her head just so. Like before, the position strained her muscles. Almost uncomfortable. He stood and sat back in the chair. "Very good. You will practice this position daily. Anytime I tell you to assume this position, you will do so without hesitating. Understand?" She began to nod but he put his hand up. "It's 'yes, sir', 'no, sir'. Understand?" "Yes, sir." she offered, meekly. "We'll work on you being able to hold this longer and longer. Today is just practice, I won't punish you yet." He sat back, sipping at his drink. "You'll have new rules going forward. I cooked dinner tonight. I expect you to cook all meals. Clean the kitchen. Do my laundry and keep up the house for the remainder of the summer. We'll go shopping this weekend, you need a proper wardrobe. For now, you will only wear what I lay out for you. If I allow you to wear anything. You are to sleep in my bed from now on. I will fuck you when I want. You will not touch yourself without permission. You will not orgasm without permission. Do you understand?" Her mind raced, wondering what she had gotten herself into. She looked up at him with her eyes, not wanting to move her head. "Yes, sir..."
Newly Single at the Euphoria Hotel p2 (FFF) (F30/F28/F22) (shower) (hotel) (threesome)	Still naked with cum running down her tits, Tasha walked over to the door to meet her observers. Now finished, the man waved goodbye, but the sexy woman lingered. Even through her cum splattered face, Tasha could see the woman’s pleased expression. The two sticky sluts started chatting, briefly watching people pass down the hallway to their own adventures, before they retreated to Tasha’s room. The woman’s name was Eva and despite her slightly disheveled state, was clearly a bombshell brunette. Tasha knew Eva’s long hair, tanned skin, perky tits, and shapely ass must be driving men wild, so she was shocked when Eva said her high school sweetheart grew bored and divorced her. Suddenly a single adult with only one sexual partner, she sought what she’d been missing and was now sexually liberated and a veteran of the Euphoria Hotel. “This weekend, you will learn so much about yourself. I can’t wait to see you blossom,” Eva said after hearing Tasha’s story. They poured some wine from the mini bar and ordered some room service. While they waited, Eva seductively walked off to the bathroom, naked and almost invitingly looking back to Tasha. From the bed, she watched Eva step into the shower, her sensuous body in the hot shower spray, before recklessly calling, “can i rinse, too” and joining her new friend. They huddled close together, enjoying the hot spray before Eva offered to help soap up Tasha. Soon, Tasha returned the favor, the two women, wet and soapy, their hands exploring. Eva admired Tasha’s massive breasts, squeezing and bouncing them playfully. Tasha gushed over Eva’s lower body, convincing Eva to bend over to rinse and give Tasha a better look. When Eva straightened back up, her back pressed against Tasha’s chest and found Tasha’s hands carefully snaking around to pull her closer. Eva turned her head, and Tasha felt drawn in, leaning forward to share a hot, wet kiss. Soon Eva spun around and pinned Tasha to the wall, their bodies grinding together and their lips furiously dancing as the water and soap dripped down their bodies. Tasha bent one leg forward, which Eva straddled. Their hands explored each other until they slipped a finger inside and pressed each other’s special spot. The spell abruptly broke when a knock came at the door. Blushing, Tasha threw on a towel and rushed to the door. As their food was pushed in by another sexy woman, this time a tight blonde with tits much larger than her frame straining against her Euphoria Hotel polo, Eva sauntered out of the shower, a towel in her hair, but her body uncovered and glistening from the water. Eva walked right up to the employee and said, “Gabbie! So excited to see you again.” After a wet kiss, Eva continued, “can you help Tasha like you helped me my first time here?” Gabbie responded by kissing Eva again. Wrapped in each other, the seductresses fell onto the bed with Gabbie’s clothes flying off. Eva pulled free just long enough to say, “Tasha, Come join!” When Tasha approached the bed, she was abruptly pulled between the women. Gabbie threw the towel aside, while Eva hungrily kissed Tasha’s lips. Tasha didn’t have time to register being with a woman, much less two bombshells. But when her tongue swirled around Eva’s, their soft lips mashing together, and Gabbie kissed down her neck and between her sensitive chest, she was very ready for this new experience. Gabbie took a nipple in her mouth and sucked, while lightly pinching the other nipple, but Eva’s hands traced lower, slipping a finger inside her pussy, which dropped and quivered at the touch. The women’s soft, wet touches were heavenly and driving Tasha wild. Tasha began to moan against these women, her hips grinding into Eva’s touches, and her hands quested out finding each women’s asses. She could barely see, but could feel Gabbie’s tight, cute ass and Eva’s rounder, fuller one. Gabbie moved up to plant steaming kisses on Tasha’s neck, while Eva kissed in the other direction until she was between her legs. While Chris had been rough and strong with her, Eva’s licks and fingers wet soft and deft, probing her special spots and paralyzing her, while Gabbie sent shockwaves through her body. Tasha submitted to the pleasure and soon was screaming Eva’s name. While she came back down, Tasha rolled on top of Gabbie. Her fascination with Gabbie massive, perky breasts and joyfully puffy nipples convinced her to pop the nipple in the mouth, while Eva climbed around to join in the kisses. They quickly became a tangle of groping limbs and wet tongues, teasing and pleasuring each girl. Tasha somehow found herself on all fours, with Eva’s legs spread before her, like a beautifully tanned snack. As Tasha bent to lick Eva’s clit and press a finger insider her, Gabbie circled behind Tasha and buried her face in Tasha’s luscious ass. Tasha initially struggled keeping rhythm as Gabbie rubbed her clit with her thumb and bounced her tongue between Tasha’s wet hole and her tight hole. Delirious, she managed to find a rhythm on Eva, who laced her hands behind Tasha’s neck to force her into position. Being pinned between the hungry hotties, giving and receiving pleasure, was overwhelming for Tasha who felt her body release over and over. Eva’s juices quenched Tasha as she lapped with abandon, bringing Eva the shaking orgasms Tasha kept experiencing. In a flash, she was on her back again, Gabbie riding her face and Gabbie’s sweet juices running down her chin while Eva suckled her nipples. The trio swapped positions and spit with a frantic flurries, their bodies steaming, sweaty, and sensitive to any erotic touch. Far from never trying anything with a woman, Tasha now had Eva bent over the bed, tongue deep in her asshole and sharing kisses with Gabbie who had claimed Eva’s pussy. Finally, the woman fell to the bed, sweaty, breathless, and spent, falling asleep in a web of bodies.
[B/S] I (m18) saw my sister (f21) topless and I cannot stop thinking about her tits - (Update - 6)	My sister and I have a different masturbating habits. I have noticed that she doesn’t need any aide to have a good time. It seems that she just closes her eyes and gets a scenario going in her head and goes for it. I prefer to watch some porn whilst wanking. I usually spend about half an hour a day on porn and wank at least once or twice a day. The morning after our conversation seemed normal. I thought it was going to be awkward between us but she acted completely normal and was her normal happy self. Her normal behaviour had put me on ease too and I almost forgot that I was talking to my sister about our wanking routine last night. When we got home my sister was home already in the living room and shouted hello. I said hello back and went upstairs to change and came downstairs and sat on my usual spot. She was wearing a black top and pj shorts. I love her in pj shorts, her thicc thighs and ass look extremely hot in them. She had crossed her legs on the side having her ass facing towards me. Her top was v neck and just a little cleavage was visible, I could see a black bra strap on her shoulder. We had a little chit chat and then the conversation turned to last night’s events. ‘’I am glad you went for it’’. She said smiling. ‘’Was I loud? Did you hear anything?’’ I asked. ‘’Would you be embarrassed if I say yes?’’, She asked. ‘’Maybe, a little’’, I said nervously. ‘’You have nothing to be embarrassed about. If anything, you were a little too quiet. You should loosen up a bit if you ask me’’, she said that in a reassuring voice. Our conversation was disrupted when mum got home. We had a normal family night. Mum was the first one to turn to bed. ‘’I think I’m going to have an early night’’, my sister announced. ‘’I’d probably be doing the same, I slept a little late yesterday’’, I said. ‘’Of course you did’’, she teased smiling. ‘’Shut up’’, I said but I couldn’t help but smile. She left and went upstairs. I sat there with an instant erection thinking I might end up wanking in her presence again. When I went to the room the lights were off. My sister was in her bed, lying on her chest facing the other way towards the wall and had covers up to her shoulders. I got under my covers and looking at her, I concluded that she’s probably too tired so I may not get to hear anything. So I decided to pleasure myself and have an early night as planned. I put porn on and started to gently rubbed my already hard cock under my covers. Soon I had found a video that I knew I was going to cum to so I pulled my pjs and covers down to my knees and started to stroke myself. Soon I was close, watching a guy cumming on a great pair of tits after a satisfying bj. Just when I was about to cum I realised I had nowhere to go since I had not put the tissues down. So I dropped my phone on bed which I was holding with my left hand and put my hand on top of my cock making a dome shape and soon my thick hot cum shot into my palm. It felt so fucking amazing knowing my sister was there. I pressed my face into my bed trying to gasp for air as I came. When I came to my senses I had a hand full cum and the phone still playing porn on my bed, screen up. I pulled my pjs up with my right hand, turned off the porn and got up to clean up. I put the flash light on and saw my sister still lying on her chest but her face was now facing towards my bed, she was awake. My face turned red and I felt my legs shaking. ‘’Did my sister just saw me cum? OMFG’’ was the sounds that I heard in my head. ‘’Where did you finish?’’, she asked. ‘’What?’’ I mumbled, still red like a tomato, all the blood had obviously went straight to my face from my cock, I could actually feel my face blush. ‘’Where did you just finished? In your hand?’’, she asked again. Yes, I said. ‘’Can I see it?’’, she asked and then got up switching her side lamp on. She was sitting up on her right elbow wearing the same black top. I froze for a second and she extended her right hand and said let me see. I stepped towards her and extended my left hand towards her. She held my wrist and looked at my closed fist and then me giving a face gesture of ‘’go on’’. I opened my hand and what she saw was a hand covered completely with cum still making a few ropes. She looked at it for a few seconds and then said, ‘’you should go clean up’’ and I walked towards the bathroom. When I got out, the lights were off and as I found my way to the bed I could hear her pleasure herself already. Room was completely dark at that point. I got in the bed and sat with my back against the headboard, facing her and attentively hearing her moans and heavy breathing which were getting louder and louder. ‘’Should I switch on the light?’’, this hot thought came to my mind and my heart probably skipped a beat too knowing that there’s a possibility of watching my sister wank. Few minutes had past and she was obviously getting closer. I couldn’t help it and switched on my side lamp. When the light turned on I could see my sister lying on her back and upper body was tilted towards the wall away from me. Her left leg was flat on her bed and right leg was up, crossed (knee facing the ceiling) and her right foot flat on the bed. She had covers up to her waist. She looked back at me for a second when the light turned on without stopping and then tilted back towards the other side again and kept going. It will be difficult to describe her face expressions that I saw at that moment. I am not sure what I saw. Pure lust? Shame? Or just a moment of pure joy? I couldn’t tell. Her moans were noticeably louder now, and I could see her right arm moving furiously under the covers. Her boobs were jiggling slightly as she rubbed herself, the shape of her boobs was telling me she had taken her bra off. I always wondered how my sister pleasured herself and when I actually saw her doing it, it felt very surreal. I could see the pleasure building up in her body. She wasn’t looking at me, her face and but I could see her whole body tensing up more and more and then heard her gasp for air and then in a split second she closed both her legs tightly together and and kind of curled into a ball, her whole body still shaking and her back was towards me now. I could see her burying her head into the pillow as she orgasmed. It went on for I don’t know how long and then slowly her breathing and moans were fading away. I saw her lying there just like that not moving and then I turned the side lamp off. Neither of us said a word after that.
Neighbour saw me jerking off now it’s become a regular thing	I moved to an apartment complex after splitting from my ex around 18 months ago, It was super late i’d been playing on the PC and felt the urge so down came the boxers and I cracked one out, I didn’t realise anybody would be up at 2 in the morning let alone could see into my apartment through the curtains I had fitted, it turns out they were back to front and I had no clue, you could see straight in if any light was on including a PC monitor… Next morning I woke up to a folded £20 note on my floor with a post it note saying ‘great content’ stuck in the middle Didn’t really think too much of it until a new girl moved in and we had a welcome party, I overheard 2 women talking about it in the kitchen area, I played it safe and waited till they left an I recognised the lady who lives opposite me, she’s mid 30’s nice to look at, 2 kids but divorced and lives alone Time to test the waters 2am rolls around, out comes the dick I fake a yawn to look over and sure and shit I see her on her couch watching me, I wasn’t sure what to do in that specific moment but being single and being the first time in this situation I took a gamble, let her know I’d noticed her, swivelled myself 90 degrees wheeled my chair nearer the window, opened the curtains just enough and gave her the full view, shot an impressive couple of ropes up the window and sat there for a minute She clapped, waved and went to bed This went on for a few weeks before I slipped my number under the door, we’ve moved to sexting, snap chatting and calling each other late at night when we get horny to amp it up We’ve arranged a night to meet and fuck but it’s still a lot of fun at the moment
[M/S] My [M26] relationship with my mom [F51] and our shared sleeping kink	My mom and I have always been close ever since my dad cheated on her and left when I was young and most of my life I've lived with her (did a brief stint living with my dad and it was hell but that's beside the point). We've always been good friends, her being someone I always know is there for me even if things are rocky in our lives. Now I've always had a thing for incest tending to like Playboy models who look like my mom and porn stars who do as well - dirty blonde hair, green eyes, all natural DD cup breasts that even now dont sag which have some freckles scattered across them, the most perfect nipples which are a slight tan color and when hard are like pencil erasers and perfect to suck on, and a nice round ass that is just perfect in yoga pants Things between us started to change once I turned 18, subtle things like being much more huggy and clingy than usual (which she always has been). She wore more things like tank tops with no bra which often displayed a good deal of cleavage, walking around in robes after showers around me, going swimming with me in bikinis that showed off a good deal of her chest, and a lot more hints. It did take me a while to pick up on her hints - which I still am annoyed it took so long but I blame my lack of experience with dating (only had a small handful of girlfriends and no one really can ever be certain if their mother is flirting with them so easily lol). It took a new years night countdown between just the two of us at home to finally realize things as when it hit 0, well, the kiss she gave me definitely wasn't a motherly kiss, and neither was the make out session we had on the couch that night either From there our relationship was like love birds (still is but more calm i guess) as we really couldn't keep our hands off one another, making out a lot on my bed, cuddling, and a whole lot of groping as she really enjoys my hands on her, especially her breasts From there she started to give me blowjobs and that evolved to titjobs as i am definitely a breast man which she knows as apparently I was not subtle when staring at her chest lol Sex took a bit as making out is one thing but sex is obviously another. The first time with her was utter heaven. It felt like a perfect fit and like it was seriously meant to be and every time after has felt the same. She had her tubes tied long long ago so didn't have to wear condoms with her which always made it better Now, what makes me love our relationship even more is we both share a unique kink - she likes it when i fool around with her as she sleeps and given how much of a heavy sleeper she is im really able to play around with her a lot Most of the time I just suck on her breasts, rub my dick on her lips, finger her a good bit, and rub my dick on her breasts before either cumming all over one of her breasts or on her lips (she prefers when I cum on her breasts which I do as well). I occasionally fuck her as she sleeps but I prefer cumming on her in her sleep which she also enjoys a lot She never wakes up during it but she always loves it when she wakes up to find her breasts sticky with dried cum or even fresh cum when I wake up before her and seeing her lick her breast clean always starts some early morning sex. She is definitely very messy as she really enjoys me cumming on her breasts, in her words she says it makes her feel like I am marking my property and she knows I love watching her lick her breasts clean so its a big win win for us both All I can say is shes definitely a perfect match for me and then some~
[MF] When I (M22) gave a chubby secret slut (F18) the creampie she was craving [PART 2]	People liked the 2 stories I wrote, so I figured I'd make a follow up for the last one. Since I already know the girl in this story there's less to say about who she is and the lead up, so I tried to focus on being descriptive instead. I recommend checking out [PART ONE](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/117jwmt/mf_when_i_m22_gave_a_chubby_secret_slut_f18_the/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=android_app&utm_name=androidcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_button) if you haven't, since I make some references to it. Anyway, this story pretty much describes my entire Friday that spring break: \------------------------------------- We woke up at about 10 am holding each other on the couch. Everyone was still in their own separate rooms asleep, except for my formerly-passed-out friend from earlier, who was now wide awake on the other sofa. Even though I just had 2 orgasms the night before, my morning wood was raging, and she noticed pretty quickly. We spoke to my awakened friend casually without moving from our spot on the couch. Under the blanket, she was gently dragging her hand over my cock, which was so hard it could barely stay in my shorts. My friend kept cluelessly speaking to us as she teased me through out the conversation. Soon my friend announced he needed to use the bathroom and got up to leave. As soon as he turned his back, she put her hand in my shorts and wrapped it around my incredibly swollen cock. I was so hard that just the touch of her soft fingers on my exposed shaft made me let out a deep exhale and whisper "fuck..." She pulled on my cock to free it from my shorts and stroked me softly. I wrapped one arm around her and started to explore her body with my other hand, massaging her ample D cup breasts, then bringing my hand down and caressing her body until I reached her thick, juicy, snow white thighs and generous ass. She started kissing me deeper, and I used the arm that I wrapped around her to pull her in closer and put pressure on her neck. She was so turned on she started to increase her breathing, and the speed of her hand stroking my cock. I slipped my hand under her clothing and found my way to her pussy. I dragged my middle finger from the bottom of her sopping wet hole, to the top of her clit. She stopped kissing for a second to moan in response to my finger. Just from that one stroke my finger was drenched and her body was restless - I could tell she wanted me to fuck her immediately. I kissed her once more and then asked "Where should we go?" All of the rooms were still full, and my friend was in the bathroom, which wouldn't have been an ideal spot anyway. There wasn't really a way for us to fuck peacefully, but our hormones were in charge at this point, and there was absolutely no way weren't about to have sex. We both looked at the door that led outside. I looked back at her and said "should we..." Before she could even answer we heard a door open and my friend came back from the bathroom. We didn't have time to make a decision, so as soon as he got to the room, she said "were gonna go on a walk" and grabbed my hand as she hastily went toward the door. My friend said "Umm...ok", probably noticing the giant tent that was sticking out of my shorts as we hurried to the exit. When we got outside we decided to go to the backyard. There was no fence anywhere on the property, meaning that there was a chance of someone seeing us no matter where we went, but at least the backyard was further from the street. In the backyard was a picnic table right next some of our beach towels drying off - the perfect location. I put one of the towels on the picnic table and took off her shorts and panties before sitting her down on it. Once seated, she swiftly pulled down my shorts and all 8.5" of my hard veiny cock sprang out, pointed directly at her. She kissed me and started stroking it aggressively "I've always wanted to fuck outside..." She started to say. I smiled and told her "looks like you're going to get your wish." I put both hands on her juicy thighs and moved forward as she directed my cock toward the entrance of her pussy. She rubbed it up and down, getting the tip nice and wet before letting me inside. Despite the limited foreplay, she was so wet she nearly engulfed my member entirely. My stiff iron like cock entering her moist velvety pussy made us both moan instinctively. We were so horny we immediately turned into animals. I used my forearms to firmly grasp her stocky legs, which were wrapped around my waist, while I rapidly thrusted in and out of her dripping wet cunt. She held me close and moaned in my ear, accepting each stroke. A few cars passed us by, and eventually we heard one honk and yell "Woooooo!!" Which made us stop and laugh for a second. Once we refocused, I pushed her down to lay her back on the table and started fucking her even more intensely. I grabbed her hips and watched her cute tummy and sexy titties jump in sync with my strokes. Probably only 10 minutes had passed when I announced I was going to cum again. She sat back up and wrapped her arms and legs around me, then began screaming about how much she wanted me to cum. The way she held my body made me positive that she wanted me to give her another creampie. I hugged her body close and started releasing myself inside her, for the third time in the last 8 hours. The pent up release of my morning wood was so strong that I kept pumping cum inside her for almost a minute. We held each other tight while I continued to pour ounce after ounce of semen in her young pussy. After I pulled out, my new found sobriety and post-nut clarity finally seemed to materialize. "So...." I started to ask, "should we get a plan B or something?" The question seemed to surprise her. She thought for a split second, and then explained that her period should be coming either this weekend or Monday, so that means we should be ok, but she might buy one just in case. Me, being a college-aged dumb ass who was happy to be busting inside of this sexy, secret nymphomaniac, decided that was a good enough explanation. We went back inside and people slowly started waking up and coming into the main area. After we all exchanged social media info, the girls went back to their own place. My friends and I immediately started sharing our stories of how our nights went down. Apparently only one other couple actually had sex, and even they used a condom. The couple that paired off in the beginning almost had sex, but then the girl got guilty because she had a boyfriend back home, so they just went to sleep. My friends that both took the one girl into their room were bragging about how she gave them both head, but when I told them about my night, everyone was shocked, and extremely jealous. I guess they shouldn't have written off the girl next door so quickly lol. The rest of the day we drank, went to the beach, etc. Normal spring break stuff. We didn't hit the girls up again because...well it was a Friday and we were college guys on spring break, we didn't wanna seem desperate to hang out with the same girls for the whole trip. They didn't hit us up either, likely for the same reason. Eventually nightfall came and we were all drinking at one of the local bar/clubs. It was like 11 pm on a Friday and this was a pretty popular spring break location, so all the places were packed with loud music. At this point my friends and I had been drinking most of the day, so we were all pretty messed up. I got a notification from my phone and realized it was the girl from last night. It was a Snap message that simply said "Hey, you out?" I said yeah, told her where, and asked what she was up to. She said that they were also out somewhere else. She eventually followed up by saying she was bored...and horny. I decided to tease her, and asked what she wanted to do about it. She didn't respond for a while, and I almost panicked thinking I had missed my chance, before she suddenly sent me a video message. When I opened it I was surprised, and incredibly turned on. In the video, she was seductively fingering herself in a dark club bathroom; dulled pop music played over her moans and the caption said "I've always wanted to fuck at a club..." I replayed the message to confirm what I had just seen. The girl-next-door I initially met was gone - I was talking to the secret, kinky, cyber slut that only showed her face anonymously on the internet until now. I responded "such a naughty girl...do I need to come there so I can make you behave?" She quickly typed back "Yes please 😇". After that, I abandoned my friends and brought my drunk ass to her location without a second thought. When I got to the other club it was packed, but after about 5 minutes I spotted her near the bar with one of her friends from the other night. She was wearing a cute yellow skirt that showed off her legs and a tight white crop top that hugged her breasts, while exposing her shoulders and mid section. When she noticed me, she got a big drunken smile on her face and loudly motioned for me to walk over. She greeted me with a deep tongue kiss and asked me how my night was going. After a few minutes of small talk and catching up, her friend walked away. She carefully watched her friend leave, and as soon as her friend was far enough away, she grabbed my hand it put it under her skirt. She had no panties on, and her pussy was already very moist. I was taken back, but smart enough to play it cool. The large crowd obscured the view, so we made out and I softly rubbed her pussy as we stood there. One of my hands gently massaged her clit while the other gripped her smooth uncovered waist. My dick kept growing larger, and I pressed it up against her body in my jeans. Soon, without warning, she unbuttoned my pants and quickly sunk her hand down to touch my cock. My knees buckled in response to the surprise touch, which made her giggle. I kissed her neck and then said in her ear "Do you wanna go to the bathroom?" She nodded in response. I zipped my pants back up and we walked over to the bathroom line. There were no gendered bathrooms at this place, just a handful of single use ones, but unfortunately there was a line to get into any of them. She stood in front of me while we waited in line, subtly grinding her ass against my cock, which felt like it would burst out of my jeans any second. When it was finally our turn, we shamelessly walked into the bathroom together and locked the door. We kissed passionately and quickly removed my jeans and underwear, freeing my hardened cock. She dropped to the ground and started licking the head of my dick, before devouring the entire thing with her mouth. Since she had already had a bit to drink, she sucked on it sloppily, with spit dripping down her chin, covering my balls and going all the way to my knees. Her tongue worked the head of my penis while she gripped and stroked the shaft with her hand. Despite all the alcohol I'd consumed and sex we had, she got my cock to full mast in minutes, covered in saliva. While the head was magical I knew she needed me to fuck her, so I picked her up and bent her over the toilet seat. I hiked up her skirt and got lost admiring her round, pale, voluptuous ass. I was so hypnotized I couldn't help but stick my face directly between her cheeks. I firmly held her backside and began licking on her clit from behind. She started moaning loudly and squirming all over the toilet, barely able to keep her balance. When it seemed like she was getting close, I slipped my thumb into her asshole (something I remembered from the forums she showed me), and she quickly started to lose control. She yelled "I'M CUMMING" and held on to the toilet for dear life. The porcelain seat clanged as she shifted around violently. Once she finished cumming, I stood up without warning and repositioned her. My erection was still raging at full mast, so I slid it up and down her slit and then gracefully slipped it inside her soaking wet pussy. We were both in ecstasy as each inch of my big cock slowly slid in and out of her recovering flesh. We started to pick up the pace, and soon I was pounding her from behind while she told me how amazing I felt inside of her. I kept one of my hands firmly gripped on her butt to hold her in place, while the other went up and down her back, caressing her silky smooth skin and soft love handles. I stared at my waist bouncing off of her plump bottom while my rock hard cock zealously slid in and out of her, and my balls slapped her clit. The club music was barely audible over the sounds of our skin slapping against each other and her loud moans. After a few more minutes of railing her like this, I could feel myself about to finish, but before I could say anything she told me she was gonna cum again. When I told her I was too, she excitedly replied "Fuck yes, cum in me!! I want you to leave it all inside of me!" Her excitement was so sexy that I couldn't hold back for even a second; I tightened my grip on her waist and exploded deep inside of her pussy. She started loudly orgasming all over my cock in response, soaking it in both of our fluids. I did a few more pumps to ensure that I left every last drop of cum in her before finally pulling out. After that, we cleaned up and went back to the club. That night I went back with her and her friends and spent the night at her place. We fucked multiple times that Saturday and once Sunday morning before we both finally had to go our separate ways. Unfortunately all the other sex wasn't as spontaneous as the first few stories, but it still felt amazing of course ;)
The Workshop [Dom/sub] [M/F] [Oral] [gagging] [light impact] [spitting] [MF30s]	This is part 2, part one, how we got to the workshop is in our previous post titled "His Place". Part 3 will follow We step outside into the cold. He tells me to enter first. As I step in I see his workshop. The butterflies are fluttering. We're about to have our first roleplay session. He's going to transform me from his precious princess to his Filthy girl. The workshop is filled with tools, work benches, parts and unfinished projects. The floor is littered with dirt, scraps and off cuts, I turn and look at him. I'm a perfect contrast to the room, standing there in a floral dress and pretty boots, my pale skin covered in goose pimples, I shiver. "Are you OK?" I nod, he kisses me and runs his hands around my back feeling the edge of my dress then lifting it over my head, revealing my pristine pale pretty, low cut shaped body suit with a little mini skirt attached. He steps back and looks at me. Taking my hand he leads me to a breeze block and stands me on top. I look up to see a belt and some cable ties. He takes my hands softly binds them around the wrist and lifts them over my head and cable ties them above my head. The sound of my heart pounding increases. "Wait here, I won't be long" he leaves. I try to pull my hands free there's no movement. Looking around the room I see various tools he's used to craft metal, I think about his hands and what he has planned to do to me. I start to feel very cold. When will he return? What will happen when he does? I wiggle my fingers they are really really cold. The door opens, I look up and he takes a photo of me. Walking over he runs his fingers across my cold skin on to my bum softly caressing. I breath out as he slaps me ass cheek hard. I gasp, it stings. He traces his fingers across my back and kisses my bare shoulder. Kisses my cheek and I look up into his eyes as he kisses my lips softly I feel his fingers.. stroking my thigh as his tongue reaches deep inside my mouth. I relax into him pulling against the restraints. His fingers slip inside my wetness, I release a soft moan. "Good girl, your so precious". Guiding me gently he steps me off the block my arms are pulled tightly above my head almost at full extension. Pulling my breast out of the top, rubbing his fingers over my nipples. He picks up the nipple clamps and tightens them, clips them one at a time, my face wrinkles as he attaches them. Walking behind me he kicks my feet apart. My eyes drift downwards. There is a very rust metal bar with holes drilled through it. Suddenly I'm incredibly excited "A spreader bar?" He nods and says "Of course" a huge smile spreads across my face. My clit tingles as he starts tightening cable ties around my boots, pulling my legs further apart. I can feel the wait pulling my down. I feel so incredibly loved. He knows exactly how to please me. I'm hanging from my hands my feet bearly on the floor spead so wide it already hurts. He rubs the same places he's smacked my ass before then kisses it, I feel the sting as he snacks it again I bite my lip. He rubs then kisses, I feel my body brace for the next impact, he pauses kisses my neck I turn and look into his eyes. I'm at his will, totally owned. I relax then smack the same place again. I gasp. He walks in front of me slipping his fingers inside me, I'm dripping wet he roughly forces 3 fingers inside me. My body shivers I'm so close to cumming. A thought flashes through my head don't be this easy for him. I manage to hold off the orgasm my legs start to shake, I feel a sharp pain between my shoulders as he fucks me harder with his fingers. He looks into my eyes, he's wondering why I haven't cum. I bite my lip. " Cum for me now my precious princess" Exhaling a huge wave washes over me, my legs shake, as my cum pours over his hands and onto the breeze block bellow. "Good girl" he continues to fuck me I can't control my body I hang from my wrists, breathlessly. After what feels like an age he pulls his dripping wet fingers out of me forces them into my mouth. I lick and suck them as he forces them down my throat. Starting to gag I open wider.. saliva drips into my bear chest. I strain against the restraints trying to breath. I look into his eyes. I'm his totally. He pulls his fingers out and wipes them down the front of the bodice. He takes my face between his hands and kisses my lips firmly I kiss him back passionately. He pulls away and looks directly into my eyes. "Open your mouth" I comply immediately without thinking he looks straight at me and spits into my mouth. I'm so repulsed. I close my mouth and turn away. I can feel his spit inside my mouth, his fingers inside me. I look away. I look at him my face is annoyed. He says firmly "Swallow it now" my eyes roll back I think about saying my safe word. I'm can do this. I swallow. I look at him "Open your mouth" I comply "You are such a good girl". I feel ashamed, filthy and cross at him. My arms are starting to ache the muscles and pulling. I try to close my legs and put more weight onto my feet. He kisses the other side of my neck I become aware of a sound slightly behind me he's picked something up from the floor. He kisses me again and walks in front of me and makes eye contact. " I'm going to blindfold you won't be for very long " I find myself nodding I can't really think.
[M/S] [F/S] My mom enjoys sharing photos in our group chat (Update 2)	Hey people, I am back with another short update. Now as I posted yesterday my mom shared a dropbox full of pictures with me yesterday and with work and all I dind't have the time to have a chat with them anymore so today my mom messaged and asked if everything was alright. I responded that work was pretty stressful so I could hardly use my phone. She said she was relieved and that she thought they weirded me out considering the context of what happened after they send that witch photo was fairly obvious. I said that I could imagine but understood that they are a happily married couple and that I wish I had a healthy relationship like that with someone. She said it would happen eventually but apologized for kinda rubbing my nose (I googled the translation so I'm not really sure if I used that one correctly). I assured them that I wouldn't mind it and that it's kinda nice that they were that open about it. Other than that we had rooms next to each other so knowing that they have a sex life is no news to me. She apologized and sent a few of those blushing emojis saying that she never realized that I could hear them. (They were never like really loud on purpose but the walls were thin and I was a night owl so I was awake anyway.) I said that it never bothered me and that everyone takes care of things so I understood. Talking about sex with my parents that openly was weird but also super hot to me so I really enjoyed it. My mom then said that neither of them ever heard me and I said maybe I was more sneaky about it as I did it quite often during puberty and after that as well. My mom said that she figured that as all men think the same in that regard and said she thought it to be nice that all of us could talk about it so honestly. i assume ym dad was with her so why use separate phones. After that they asked me if I found time to look at the pics yet and I said I skipped through a few folders but unfortunately didn't have time to fully enjoy them. I didn't realize that it could be seen as innuendo at first but neither of them seemed to mind as they said I could take all the time I needbut asked if any of those I've seen stood out to me. At first I tried charming a bit and said that she looks great in every single one of them but also said that black really suits her and that there are a few from 2020 in a black cocktail dress and with dark lipstick that looked simply amazing. When she asked what I liked about them I said that it really accentuated her curves and made her look equally beautiful as sophisticated and the dark red lipstick was the icing on the cake. After a few seconds she said that I do really come after my dad as he is into that outfit as well although he mentioned two big reasons other than the dress with a laughing emoji. Matching their energy I said that as I mentioned it f´did accentuate all her features perfectly from shape to skin contrast. My mom said that I pput a lot of thought into that answeras it seems and i said I dind't wanna just go "You look good" like a caveman. She responded with answers like that I'd get all the ladies to which I replied that most don't send me such beautiful photos which earned me a "Sweettalker" and a kiss emoji. She also said that they wouldn't mind seeing a few more pictures of their beloved son once in a while. At this time I was running low on time as needed to go to work but after getting ready I made sure to do a SFW selfie saying it's nowhere near the quality of her pictures but it's a start. She said she understood and that we could continue chatting tomorrow and said that I'd look handsome. I thanked her and they wished me fun at work and I said I'd wish them fun on whatever they are planning to do today. They didn't even try to hide it anymore and said probably same as yesterday to which I said that it would sound way better than working and that I would have to wait until I was home again for some me-time to which they wished me even more fun. After returning home I immediately went and wrote this post so I'll have some well deserved me-time real soon.
[B/S] Thin walls seduced my sister. (Update 2)	I want to start of by thanking everyone for their comments under my last post, Its good to hear different perspectives on my situation. Before we get into what happened this week, I wanted to clarify some things using a comment I made on my last update: Thanks for everyones comments! I haven't really been clear with my intension when I probably should have been. I love Casey, I'm not in love with Jane. Everything Jane and I have done together is purely sexual. We both enjoy the taboo and have fun doing this, but we're not lovers. I've never really been aiming for a threeway, I must admit I've fantasized about it, but I haven't been guiding them towards it. On my initial post I had a lot of people suggest I tell Casey what Jane and I had done. I was really unsure about this so I chose not to tell her last Saturday. At the moment I'm just enjoying what I have. With that out of the way, on to the real update: So Its Monday the 31st of October, to many known as Halloween, but to me Its better known as my cake day! As Its was the weekend before my cake day, I invited Casey to sleep at my house. We had a lovely dinner and on sunday we also spent most of the day together. We played board games with my family and ate birthdaycake, It was a nice day among loved ones. Casey and I were together on Saturday and I took a day of work on Sunday to celebrate my birthday. We had sex only once, because we were doing actually doing things instead of spending our day together in bed. When Sunday evening rolled around I brought Casey home at around 8:30 in the evening because I love watching Formula One, which she doesn't like, as it was on at 9 in my timezone. The race ended at about 11:15 and I went to bed soon after because I had to get up early Morning (as usual). I walked from the bathroom to my bedroom when Jane opened the door to the upstairs hallway. "Good, I thought I missed you." she said. "Whats up?" I asked. Jane: "I thought because we couldn't get to do.. uhm.. what we usually do I thought- " "We could do it now." I said, as I opened the door to my bedroom. Jane smiled ear to ear and said "Yes please." me: "Yes please? really?" we both laughed as we walked through my door. Jane jumped on my bed and pulled her sweater off. She wasn't wearing a bra which I really didn't mind. "Damn your tits look so fucking good." I said. "Thank you" she said with the cutest smile while pushing her breasts together with her arms. I dropped my joggers and pulled off my hoodie and threw them on the couch. Jane said: "That looks even better." while looking directly at my cock. I wiggled my hips to make my dick slap from thigh to thigh. Jane giggled and said "Get over here." I fell onto the bed and grabbed my dick to start masturbating. Jane got up on her knees and said: "Let me." "Wow" I stammered as she grabbed my dick. "You don't mind me giving you an extra birthday present, don't you?" me: "Damn I definitely don't mind." Jane smiled and started slowly jerking me off. It felt so weird looking my own sister in the eyes while she was holding my dick. It felt absolutely absurd and unexplainable. I closed my eyes and let my head fall back in enjoyment. I felt Jane's body shift on the bed and suddenly the sensation changed as I felt a familliar feeling of something warm and wet on the head of my dick. I opened my eyes and saw Jane beginning to blow me. "Oh shit" I said, suprised. "Is this okay? Jane asked with a tilted head looking up at me. "Uhm.. yeah... damn" I stuttered. Jane smiled and moved her head back to the top of my penis. I felt her lips slide over my head and down my shaft till my head reached her palate and she held it there for a second before beginning to bob her head up and down. "Fuuuuccckkkkk." I moaned. Jane kept going up and down as I grabbed her boob and started gently squeezing it. Jane came up for air and while stroking my cock moaned "mmmhhmmm" softly before diving back down on my cock. Her mouth on my dick felt fucking amazing but I kept closing and opening my eyes, looking at my sister who I three weeks ago never could've imagined here, sucking on my dick. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed her mouth work. Normally I last quite some time in bed but with Jane giving me her all I stood no chance. After a couple of minutes I started moaning louder and faster. Jane took the hint and held her head at the top of my dick and jacked me off with the head of my cock still in her mouth. "Fuck I'm gonna cummmm" I moaned and she sped up even faster. I moaned and started cumming right into Jane's mouth. Through my own moans I could hear her moan softly aswell. Jane swallowed and let go of my dick. "Happy birthday" she said. "Thanks" I said to her as she climbed out of bed. "No problem." Jane winked as she left my room. I went to bed straight after this and we've only texted a little since yesterday. I am totally confused but I'm going to bed now. This update is written poorly, I know, but I'm tired and facing some private issues. Feel free to comment any advice! I'll probably see you all next week.
[M/S] I think my mom and I are developing feelings for each other. (Update 1)	[Original Post](https://old.reddit.com/r/incest/comments/103f3ve/ms_i_think_my_mom_and_i_are_developing_feelings/) Hey, everyone. This is a follow-up to an initial post where I began suspecting the relationship between me and my mom was developing into something a little more romantic/physical based on some events that happened during our weekly movie night. Some of the feedback I received from my initial post suggested I may have been overanalyzing the hand-holding. As a result, I've decided that if these feelings are real and mutual, I should probably take things slowly and not rush to explore them too quickly. We held our weekly movie night this past weekend as usual. It wasn't super eventful, but enough that I think it warrants a bit of an update, which I've provided below. After the events of the prior weekend, I decided to forego my usual spot in the armchair and hedge any success on sharing the sofa with my mom, who usually takes it for herself. I thought this might have been unusual to her and expected her to say something, but it didn't seem like she had even thought twice about it. While we were making ourselves comfortable, I decided that a good way to determine if the feelings are mutual would be to let her make the first move. I'd have to fight my own impulses, but I'd end up in the same spot as the prior week if I initiated the touching again this time around. She started in a similar position where her head was resting on a pillow propped up against my arm as I sat on the end with my feet propped up on the coffee table, where she stayed for the first half of the movie. As tempting as it was to start stroking her hair or rest my arm on her, I was determined to let her make the first move. And she did. Well, kind of. About halfway through the movie she decided to sit up in a similar fashion as the prior week with one minor difference - as soon as she finished getting situated, she looked over at me, grabbed my hand, and began holding it in her lap. I looked down at my hand and immediately looked back up at her. We made eye contact for just a few seconds, and then both went back to watching the movie. Once again, we stayed in this position for the remainder of the movie. We each occasionally took turns stroking the others' hand with our thumb as we were holding them, but that's about the extent of how far we went. After the movie we went on our separate ways and went to bed after wishing each other good night. I'm a little more encouraged after this weekend's events that the feelings might be mutual, but I still understand that nothing that happened was necessarily unusual for a mother/son relationship. My plan is to initiate the physical contact next week while still taking things slowly. I'm completely open to suggestions as to what my next move should be that might start to indicate to her that I'm craving a little more than the standard mother/soon physical affection without going too far. Thanks!
Daniel Gettinby [M19/M32] [crossdressing] [swearing] [non-con] [blowjob]	Author’s Note: Hiya! This story features a tad bit of non-con content; if that’s not up your avenue, please don’t continue past this disclaimer. Thanks, and happy reading! (: I groaned, cursing Toby’s stupid alarm clock. ‘Turn that thing off,’ I hissed. He didn’t answer, not even the drunken babbling of a half-asleep bum. ‘Dude….’ It took tremendous effort, the stuff of legends, really, to pry open my eyes with the force of will alone. The will to strangle this bastard with his alarm’s power cord. Nonetheless, I managed to restrain that most logical urge and settled the problem with means more condoned by society: sheer physical violence instead of downright murder. Against the clock, to be exact. Not Toby. Not Today. My fist came down on it, pushing that big, white button and shaking the entire nightstand. ‘This will cost you extra next time, buddy.’ My dry throat produced every word in that croaky, undefined manner you’d expect after a night of heavy drinking and, looking at my passed-out Friend, maybe a tinge more. While I curiously watched a spit bubble grow and shrink rhythmically around his mouth—that god-awful adorable mouth of his—I grabbed my black plaid skirt and the white tee from the foot of the bed, put on both, grunted a couple of times when I staggered left and right putting on my socks and noticed an item of interest: Toby’s wallet. ‘Know what?’ I quarrelled with my consciousness for a second. ‘Yeah, put me in a pencil skirt and call me collections ‘cause your fee’s due early.’ My dainty fingers retrieved fifty quid and flung the bill’s former home onto that snoring waste of space. Of course, I only slept with him because he paid me, and still, I couldn’t just leave it like that. My tiny figure arched the bed, bent down, inched closer to his face and pecked his cheek, pressing light pink lips together. ‘Call me,’ I hushed. ‘Love you too, Dany,’ he murmured. I smiled. Bright rays penetrated the blinds of his living room, causing beautifully warm blotches next to deep, dark shadows to be scattered throughout the unkempt room. One of those light spots hit my face as I was crossing by his coffee table; the distraction caused me to crash it with my lower leg, and I muttered several slurs, hopping on crouched and coming to a standstill in front of his not-yet-and-maybe-not-ever hung wall mirror. Straightening my back, I used the opportunity to regard myself for a second and thought: ‘Holy hell.’ ‘I suppose this is what I deserve for coming here without my purse.’ Smudged lipstick and smeared eyeliner—and not a single wet wipe or cotton swab at my disposal. ‘Fuck it,’ I said after running a hand through my brunette bangs and headed for the door. Right as I opened it, Toby tumbled through his bedroom. The lovey-dovey conversation would’ve been too much for my strained nerves; I bolted out, closed the door behind me, and hurried down three flights of stairs. My grip left the railing as I swung, right bound, towards the door and clutched its handle with both hands—struggling as I always did—to force it to budge. The forsaken lead Gods answered my prayer, offering a teensy gap I wedged through and squinted, bathed in the sun. Its radiating heat felt surprisingly refreshing, yet I was on the lookout for shadier lodging. ‘Uh…,’ I murmured while my forefinger spanned from one street to the next, ‘the Backdrop’s…that way?’ Sure enough of my estimation, my feet kicked into gear and traipsed past rundown apartment blocks standing shoulder-to-shoulder with desolate hotels and sleazy drugstores. ‘I’ve never walked from Toby’s to the pub, but it can’t be that far. Just him living here means there must be enough places to quench my thirst nearby.’ It appeared I was right when I turned a corner, and a sign read, well, ‘Backdrop’. Scant few cars and several smoking folks stood out front, the former withering in the heat. At the same time, the latter enjoyed the crude canopy’s shade. The first dozen times I strutted through the front door, dragged along by customers, I’d be peeking over my shoulder religiously; every loud noise and low grunt sent shudders down my spine. But as they say: Never judge a book by its cover. I soon learned three universal truths applied to every regular of this particular establishment: They enjoyed (1) honest work, (2) tight holes and (3) discounts. And you know what? I happened to exemplify them all. What a lucky coincidence. So when my brisk pace carted me right past the coughers and into what had, as of then, turned into a pretty familiar milieu, I noticed my voice boasting a full-on naturalness when I asked for a beer. ‘Quick, yeah?’ ‘Got somewhere to be, or are you stressing me for no reason?’ Denton asked, looking as though it’d be outlandish for his dear patron to be in a hurry. ‘I’m literally burning up right now; I wouldn’t call that no reason, would you?’ ‘Does it look like I’m any cooler?’ ‘Well, grab yourself a beer. It’s on me…well, technically, it’s on Toby.’ I still carried his money, clutched between my slightly perspiring fingers and nowhere better to put it—except for Denton’s cash register, of course. He passed me a bottle, dousing my palm in condensation, and said, ‘It’s 10 a.m., and I’m working.’ The way he delivered his declination reminded one of livelier places with good clientele, and I couldn’t quite believe his words until he continued: ‘What are you doing with Toby’s money, anyway?’ He’d never asked because I’d never referred to my hard-earned money as somebody else’s; he knew I hadn’t worked for it. ‘Let’s call it a service fee. Every once in a while, you must pay a little extra…for the continued rendering of excellent service. Sounds plausible, doesn’t it?’ ‘If you say so. Just don’t have me shoo him off when he comes looking for it.’ ‘He won’t. He’ll know it was me and see it as a gift; he likes giving me gifts.’ My thoughts wandered a bit while I took a sip, thinking of the rose-covered summer dress he’d presented me earlier this month. His eyes glimmered, and he looked all accomplished—I didn’t even charge him that time, kind of: I found the usual fee tucked into my panties when I woke up the following morning. ‘Hell, I bet he’ll be glad I took it. He’s always going on about how much more I should charge not only him but all my clients.’ ‘Found yourself a real sponsor there, huh?’ He scrubbed some glasses, eyeing my beer. ‘But don’t abuse that, will you?’ My eyes widened, and I felt a smidge of actual insult. ‘How could you say that? I’d never. I actually like Toby quite a bit, to be honest.’ The self-defence-fuelled riposte and its genuine delivery appeared to redirect the affront, and Denton apologised. ‘Just…you know what I mean. Don’t let that poor guy become all infatuated without any payoff, right?’ ‘Oh, there’s plenty payoff.’ ‘You know what kind of payoff I’m talking about.’ I gulped down the remainder of my beverage and said, ‘Yeah, I know. I—’ Thrown off by the arm suddenly slung around my shoulders, I left the rest of my newly begun sentence open for interpretation. Instead, I turned my neck left and inspected who’d decided to become friendly early in the day. Yet ere I could even spot a face, his monotone voice answered all my questions. ‘Up and at it already, Dany?’ ‘Uh, not really. Just having a drink, Sidd,’ I answered. He was right up in my face, and the mouthbreather’s breath smelled of alcohol and garlic. He readjusted his arm when I tried to shift away and pulled me closer. ‘Listen, you workin’ or not? How about you answer me in the stalls, back there?’ My hand twirled the empty beer bottle on the counter while I stalled for a second, not really thinking about anything or weighing whether I’d be down this early in the day…and with Sidd. He’d only want a blowjob, anyway. When he uttered another ‘How ‘bout it?’ I said, ‘Fuck it,’ and got up. We strolled off to the right, with his arm firmly attached to guide me. The bathroom door swung open to a few urinals and two stalls; Sidd half-stumbled into the second one, holding it open until I joined him. Then I realised I should’ve ensured something beforehand and said, ‘Wait, do you even have any money on you?’ His nonchalant way of standing leaning against the stall’s dividing wall gave no impression of him trying to play an act. He said, ‘O’course, I got it; here you go, boy.’ His dry and brittle hand surrendered thirty-five pounds, quickly disappearing between my bare skin and the hem of my black panties. ‘Thanks, all right.’ All the while, I noticed his half-lidded eyes feeling me up. They scanned me from head to toe, slowing in the middle. I was used to it. ‘Why are you even drunk already? Little ahead of schedule, isn’t it?’ I found myself asking. It was a stupid question; it wasn’t extraordinary for Sidd. I should’ve stayed at Toby’s if I wanted to talk, but he’d be all mushy and romantic. I just wanted to chat a little. ‘Right?’ ‘Listen,’ Sidd began again, ‘you gettin’ to work or what?’ My eyes rolled to the back of my head; I puffed my cheeks and got to my knees. His hands had already started fumbling around his fly. I brushed them aside without much resistance. The zip offered more, getting caught in the fabric, jaggedly opening. My light brown eyes glanced up and met his pale, unshaven visage, as did my fingers meet with his slightly stained black boxers and, one layer further down, a dirty cock at half-mast. Hoping to get some distance between the walls of my mouth and his manhood, I pooled all the spit I could muster whilst grabbing his shaft. A gentle rowing motion did the trick, and I felt him stiffen inside my grasp. After another subdued grunt of his, I said, ‘Let’s make this quick, yeah?’ And I choked. His ratty jeans pressed against my upper body; they pinned me against the stall. The musky scent of his dick filled my nose as he forced himself between my parted lips, deep into my mouth. My helpless yelp drowned in a gurgle as drool dribbled down my throat while he gave it another shove, stretching my left cheek. ‘Quick, yeah? Fucking slut; don’t get to tell me how quick I oughta be,’ Sidd snapped in an agitated growl. His hands slid through my hair, at the sides of my face, and tightened into fists. I shrieked at that but found something else to cry about when the back of my head hit the wooden wall, driven by his hips. They left off and rammed back against my body with this asshole’s drunken rhythm. ‘That quick enough for you?’ he muttered, looking down into my glossy eyes. He kept pounding; the impact, transferring from his hips to my face and ultimately the stall, caused a hollow thumping sound to echo through the bathroom. I joined with my muffled breathing, trying to catch air each time his cock gilded out briefly. Then came the forced groan and the intermittent moans when he pushed himself up against my body again, fucking my face as spit ran down my chin. After a couple more thrusts, his rhythm grew irregular; he humped me and stayed buried inside my mouth for slowly stacking seconds. His lower body jittered slightly, tensed when his lock on my hair fastened and held me in close. I couldn’t breathe with my nose right against his body, my mouth right at the base of his shaft. And he unloaded himself right down my throat, pumping several spurts into my shaking body. ‘That quick enough, yeah?’ He chuckled. Only when he backed off did I realise how drained I felt; I slumped down, planted on my ass. I stared at the tiled floor while he fixed his fly and staggered out of the stall. Right before the bathroom door fell shut behind him, he said, ‘Till the next time, Dany.’ I needed another minute. My hands trembled in my spit-soaked lap. I wrapped toilet paper around my left palm, wadded it against my skirt and chin, and got to my feet. Before throwing it into the bowl, I felt another unwanted wetness. My hand vanished inside my panties and dabbed it against the fabric and the tip of my cock. And with one flush, it could just as well not have happened. ‘Fucking hell,’ I whispered, fixing my bangs, leaving the bathroom, ready to close my tab.
HER Cock - Jan want's to know about the cock of Tina's husband (Part 1) [F/M, 28-40, straight sex]	“Hey Jan,” Tina said as she sat at the table, setting her purse in the empty seat next to her. “I hope you weren’t waiting long.” The restaurant was busy, but not crowded. It was a local place with some healthy options, and some unhealthy ones for those days when they just needed to indulge. It wasn’t well known in town. So there were never big crowds, just some of the locals. It was the perfect place for what had become their weekly lunch meets after Jan’s divorce almost three years ago. “Not long,” Jan said. “I came a little early. I had to get out of the house. The kids were driving me crazy today.” She had two kids, a four-year-old, Steven, and an almost two-year-old Samantha. Samantha was conceived when Jan was desperately trying to save her marriage. Her ex didn’t have the same idea. He’d left town with his girlfriend, ditching Jan and the kids to fend for themselves. He didn’t even stick around for Samantha’s birth. “Georgia watching the kids again?” “Yeah,” Jan said. “She’s a saint. It’s good to have a neighbor like her.” Georgia lived across the street from Jan. She’d been trying to have her own kids, but either she or her husband seemed incapable. All Tina knew was that they really wanted kids and they’d spent a lot of money trying to make it happen. So far though, nothing. So Georgia was always happy to take Jan’s kids for a few hours. It seemed to fill the hole of emptiness she felt, at least a little bit. “I’m going to have a light lunch with you, then hit the gym,” Jan continued. “Hopefully by then, I’ll be ready to face the kids again.” “It can’t be that bad,” Tina laughed. Jan was obviously in one of her moods. “It’s not really,” Jan said, a bit begrudgingly. “It’s just that, other than you, and sometimes Georgia, I don’t really get any adult talk. It’s all cartoons and Cheerios. Every. Single. Day.” “I know what you mean,” Tina laughed again. “Some days can really wear on you.” “Ah, your kids are ten and fourteen. I’d even take ten-year-old conversation at this point. Plus, you have Hank.” Hank was Tina’s husband. They’d been married fifteen years and he was as solid a husband as she could ask for. He made a good income. He was kind to her friends and generally liked by everyone. He’d slipped into a dad-bod a few years ago, but somehow it seemed to make him even more attractive. And he took care of Tina and the kids. She couldn’t ask for anything more really. “Yeah, Hank is pretty great,” Tina said with a shrug. “Plus I bet he has a great cock,” Jan said offhandedly. “Jan!” Tina said, simultaneously shouting in surprise and trying to keep her voice down so as to not draw attention. Even with the noise of the busy restaurants a few heads turned briefly her way. “I can’t believe you said that,” Tina whispered, dropping her head conspiratorially. “Oh, come on,” Jan said. “We’re adults, and it’s been so long for me. Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve had sex?” “Well, no,” Tina said with a small, nervous laugh. “I guess I don’t.” “It’s been since the night Samantha was conceived. That’s how long.” Tina was shocked. She didn’t think Jan was the kind to just sleep around. On the other hand, she was gorgeous. Her figure had snapped right back after Samantha’s birth, and the pregnancy had left her with fuller breasts than she’d had before. She had a slight hourglass figure, a clear complexion, and blonde hair that fell to just below her shoulders. Tina had assumed she’d been with at least a couple of guys since the divorce. “It’s been like three years, Tina,” Jan went on. “Indulge me a little. Let me live vicariously through you a little.” “Why not just find a guy?” Tina asked. “Why do you think?” Jan asked, a bit of annoyance creeping into her voice. “Sure, I could find a guy to rip my clothes off and throw me on a bed. But I can’t just sleep with anyone. I need someone I can trust. And with the two little ones, I just don’t have time to find someone I can trust. Now stop dodging. We were talking about Hank’s cock. He has a nice one, right? I bet he does.” “Stop saying that!” Tina whisper-screamed again, embarrassed. “Oh, come on,” Jan said. “You sound like you’ve been thinking a lot about it,” Tina accused, and Jan put on a very false look of innocence. “You have! How much have you been thinking about my husband?” “First,” Jan said, lifting a finger. “I have not been thinking about your husband. I’ve been thinking about his cock. And, second, you don’t want to know how much I’ve been thinking about it.” The last she said with a challenging raise of the eyebrow. Tina couldn’t help but laugh. “I should be offended,” Tina started, but Jan cut in. “That someone thinks your husband has a good cock? It’s your cock. You should be happy and proud to make others jealous.” Tina did laugh out loud this time. “My cock?” she asked, mockingly. “Sure. It might be attached to Hank, but you own it. So, your cock. I never had that with scumbag.” Scumbag was Jan’s term of affection for her ex, whose name was never again to be muttered in her presence. “Scumbag,” Jan went on, “was apparently giving his cock away to anyone who’d drop their panties for him.” “Well, he is a scumbag,” Tina agreed. “But Hank, he’s a good one, Tina. You own his cock. So, tell me about it since he’ll never let me see it on his own.” “You’re relentless!” Tina said. “So are these hormones,” Jan replied with a shrug. “So, are you going to spill or not? I need something to get me through the day…and the night.” “I mean…” “I knew it!” Jan exclaimed. “Is he huge?” Embarrassed about the direction the conversation had gone, Tina squirmed a bit in her chair before reluctantly answering. “It’s not huge,” Tina said, “exactly.” “You’re going to have to explain that in a little more detail,” Jan said with a chuckle. “He’s bigger than average, but only an inch, maybe two. I’m not really good at judging measurements,” Tina laughed. “An inch or two is good,” Jan said. “I’m not into gigantic cocks. There was one guy in college that, well, let’s just say it was big enough to be uncomfortable. But an inch or two bigger than average is about right. What about girth?” “Girth?” “Yeah, like, when you wrap your hand around it, how far do your finger and thumb overlap?” “Maybe I don’t understand,” Tina said. “My finger and thumb don’t even touch when I put my hand on his cock.” Jan’s mouth dropped open. “Are you serious? Wait, hold up your hand,” Jan said, lifting her own hand, palm facing Tina. Tina lifted her hand and Jan placed her’s against Tina’s, lining up the bottom of their palms. Jan’s fingertips only reached the last knuckles of Tina’s fingers. “Oh my…”Jan couldn’t even finish the sentence. “That has to feel amazing.” “It does,” Tina answered with a genuine smile, the embarrassment of the conversation quickly fading. “That first time he pushes inside, and my pussy resists just a little, it’s amazing. I feel so full.” “I bet,” Jan said. “Then what?” “Huh?” “Then what!” Jan said. “We’re just getting to the good stuff. He slides in, filling you. Then what?” Tina hesitated for a second. She’d never talked like this before. Even in her college days, she’d had lots of sex, but she was never one to talk about it. But somehow she was starting to warm to the idea of telling her friend about getting fucked by HER cock. “Then he usually holds it there for a second,” Tina answered. “I’ll just lay there, enjoying the fullness. But then he’ll start to move.” Jan rolled her hand in the air, gesturing her to go on. “Well, he usually starts slow. He’ll pull out until the tip is just about to slip out, then he’ll slam it back in.” “Slam,” Jan repeated, lost in the narrative. “Yeah, that’s good.” “Exactly, it’s a slow pull-out, then a quick, hard thrust back in. With each thrust I can’t help but arch my back a little, letting him hit all the right spots. My hands slide up and squeeze my tits. Then he’ll reach down and roll my nipple between his thumb and finger. That’s if we’re in missionary, of course. It’s different in other positions.” “Like what other positions?” Jan asked, completely engrossed now. Her hand had dropped below the table. Tina had no doubt her hand was rubbing her clit through her leggings. Tina sat back, feeling a sudden sense of power and control over her friend. “I think that’s enough for today,” Tina said with a smirk. “What? No! Come on. You have to keep going. I need more details.” Jan’s voice was beginning to approach a whine. “Nope,” Tina said firmly. “There will be more next week when we meet.” “Okay,” Jan said, with evident relief that there would be more, mingled with excitement for their future conversation. “Okay,” Jan repeated. “You have no idea how much I’ll be looking forward to that. And if you ever want to share Hank’s cock with me, just let me know, and I’ll be over in a flash.” “My cock,” Tina corrected. “Remember, it’s my cock.” “Yes,” Jan said smiling. “Your cock. If you ever want to share your cock with me, I’ll be there in a heartbeat.”
Kendra Will Do Anything For Her Wealthy Patron p3 (M45/M45/F22) (public) (outdoor) (threesome)(MMF) (sailing) (escort) (interracial) (big tits)	They made a quick stop at the hotel to grab bathing suits. Kendra expected a rooftop pool, but their car took them to the marina, so they could board a yacht. While the captain guided the yacht away from the dock, Kendra ducked downstairs to change into her bathing suit, a skimpy two piece. Already very revealing when still, her boobs kept falling out as she oiled her body up to glistening. Her look at the desired effect on the men on the deck. Her patron froze while filling a glass of expensive champagne, staring at her as the glass overflowed. Even the captain’s eyes watched the ample bounce of her tits with every step. As she accepted the champagne and took a sip, she flashed a wink to the captain and subtly pushed her massive oiled mounds together and swore she could see the bulge in his pants. Taking another sip, her free hand rubbed her patron’s pants to also find a raging bulge. Still tingling from their dressing room session, Kendra was desperate to be stuffed again. This time she would scream and moan to her hearts content and hopefully, he could fuck her senseless. Reading her mind, the patron guided her over to a couch and pulled her onto his lap. Kendra wiggled her hips, tracing the outline of his cock on her skinny thong bottoms. “Might as we’ll take these off,” he said, untying her top and letting it fall to the deck. “Fuck, you are so sexy. And you feel so good to fuck.” Kendra nodded and moaned, guiding his hands across her glistening, oiled body. “But I really want to test you.” He nodded over at the captain who approached. “You Can handle one well enough, but can you handle me and my friend?” She rubbed the captain’s now apparent bulge and said, “of course. Whatever you want, daddy.” The captain also sat on the couch and her patron said, “on your knees.” Kendra rippled with anticipation as she complied. Both men pulling out their erect cocks and let her admire the each. “Me first,” was his patron’s next command. Kendra opened wide, filling her throat with his hard cock and bobbing savagely. The captain took her hand and directed her to stroke his while he watched her suck. To show off for his friend, the patron grabbed her hair and thrust, fucking her slutty wet mouth. When he finally let her up for air, the captain grabbed her and did the same. Kendra quickly grew sloppy, her drool flowing down her chin as she gasped for breath. The men stopped to check on her, but she moaned, “more! Use my fucking holes.” With the captain in her mouth, the patron twisted her so he could fuck her oiled tits. Kendra was shaking and dripping with desire, desperate for one of them to bend her over and fill her cunt. Finally, the patron circled behind her, pulled the thong to the side, grabbed her hips, and burrowed in and out. The captain’s cock muffled her moans, but soon she was cumming, The spit roast driving her wild. When the men switched ends, the captain pulled her arms back, allowing both ends to be savaged in matching, aggressive rhythms. It felt like the men were challenging each other; who could make her cum more, who could fuck her the hardest, and who could use her holes and last the longest. Kendra rode each man in turn, then on her back was pounded in missionary. Her patron climbed up to fuck her tits while she laid down, and she cheekily snuck a tongue out, licking everywhere from his shaft to the back. Finally the captain called, “fuck, I can’t hold out any longer. This slut is just too much!” He hastily pulled out of her mouth as he started to erupt on her face. Her patron, still pounding her from behind, said, “let me see your slutty face, all sexy and sloppy and covered in cum.” He flipped Kendra over, and re-entered her hard. Through cum blasted eyes, Kendra watched her patron savagely enjoy her body. In no time, he was pulling out to give her face a second blast of cum. Totally spent, Kendra stayed on the couch, basking in the sun, the slight sway of the yacht, and the the cum sprayed all over her sloppy face. Lust lingering and sensitive, Kendra lightly teased her used holes, savoring the feeling of the men’s strong and relentless cocks, while they went to grab another glass of champagne.
[M/S] [A/ne] I am very attracted to my sons. Update 418. My ruthless and barbaric way of loving my adorable nephew.	"All you have to do is use the safe word, Baby. That makes Mommy stop..." I hissed and snickered. "Ugh...Please don't stop..." He impressively managed to utter. Tommy, my sweet 19-year-old nephew was bent over before me, his 51-year-old favorite Auntie. His hands were restrained behind his back, and he was naked, save for his metal chastity cage. He was bent over the little bar on my patio under the afternoon sun. I wore only tall heels, my 22cm strap on and a wicked smile. I had been ravaging his cute ass with my toy for twenty minutes and decided to take a little break. With my big Mommy-Cock still inside him, I lit a cigarette and rested the red glass ashtray on his back. As I calmly smoked, I asked him about his upcoming school schedule and his part-time job. Somehow, this all felt quite natural for he and I. He declined my offer for water and, when I finished my smoke, I resumed onslaught of his ass and made sure to drive my toy deep inside him. As my energy increased, I yanked back on the handcuff chain and felt powerful. Glasses clanked and I thought of all of the sex I have had on this bamboo bar over the years, from my ex-husband to my sons and more. Once I had enough, I slowly withdrew from him and unlocked his wrists. I poured him a tall shot of Cachaça and went inside to clean up. A few minutes later, I summoned him to my bedroom where I removed the cage and watched his dick spring forth. Laying him down, I felt he deserved to relax and be ridden. I have never known someone to look so appreciative during sex and it is endearing to say the least. I love my nephew and I would not defile him if I didn't. My nephew is 19 and my sons are 22 and 27. I am not your mom.
[B/S] Having an affair with my mom while I take a break from nailing my sister	So as the title says - and from my last post, I’ve been nailing my mom behind my sister’s back. My mom is sorta married to her boyfriend, but with issues going on between them, my mom has been coming to me for comfort. My mom asked me if I was still having sex with my sister but I’m not. I told my sister I’m seeing some girl from work and she was kinda bothered by it but she understood. She did say our deal is back open anytime i want it to, to just let her know. I’m sure she says that only because she’s currently single. Obviously I could fuck both my mom and sister separately but I’m certain my sister would be pretty icky about it even though my mom seems to be ok with it. I just don’t wanna take that chance. My mom confessed to me that she believes her relationship with her boyfriend is coming to an end, as he seems to be away from home more than his usual routine. I always try to make her feel better by taking her out for lunch and then come back home to give her a vicious pounding, and honestly it’s been doing good to cope with her pain. I’m aware it’s still fucked up to be doing this with my mom but I do find her sexually attractive despite all the sin warnings. In public or around friends and family we behave normally. We have pledged that our dirty doings strictly stay in the house. My mom has said she hasn’t had sex with her boyfriend for a good couple of months now, around the time me and her started having sex. So I don’t need to feel or think as if I’m getting some sloppy seconds from the boyfriend. She’d tell me when they would do stuff and I’d start wearing a condom. Our house is often busy so sometimes my mom and I have to keep the kids busy with video games just so my mom and I can take care of our deed in the only empty spots of the house whether in the laundry room or garage etc. Keep in mind my mom is a pretty shy woman. She doesn’t initiate sex during the day as much as I do. Though she certainly does want/need it 200% during the middle of the night when I’m literally deep asleep. I still join in no problem. My mom often comes in to my room during the weekend at midnight when my sister isn’t home (my sister works graveyard) and gets on top of me and rides me wildly but quietly. Sometimes she needs to put her hands in her mouth to be quiet. I always bust it all inside her and she always falls back asleep in her bedroom just like that. I’m gonna stop right here because like I’ve said several times now, Reddit limits my post to an extent. My mom and I plan on going on vacation with my aunt and cousin soon to some beach resort so hopefully there’s something to post about. Til next time perhaps,
[MF] My First Encounter with the Absolute Perfect Fuck Buddy	Before we even had met she was sending me voice messages about how much she wanted to feel Daddy’s tongue on her tight little slit. It was obvious from the get go that Alyssa was too good to be true. From the very first message she sent replying to my post on r/randomactsofmuffdive it was clear that she was going to be the best kind of fun and she never did disappoint. When she first reached out I honestly couldn't believe it. She was within a year or two in age, pretty much willing to try or do anything and attractive enough that while I do clean up well I couldn’t help feeling that I might be out of my depth. We traded messages for at least a week prior to meeting, learning each others’ desires, turn-ons and limits. Texts turned into some of the hottest pics and voice messages I’ve ever received. Once it was a day or two before our plan to meet the wait had become entirely unbearable. ”I want you to treat me like the dirty slut that I am” Alyssa showed up and we exchanged pleasantries as I let her in. We were both visibly a little bit nervous- the exact right amount of nerves that border on dangerous excitement. As soon as the door closed she was pressed between my body and it, our tongues dancing against each other’s. My leg pressed between her thick thighs in her yoga pants. My hands roaming along the glide of her soft skin underneath her t-shirt. Her perfect boobs pressed up by her leopard print bra with just enough cleavage that she could get away with in public without being too slutty. Before we even left the kitchen her shirt was on the floor revealing her sun-kissed skin and belly button ring shining in the reflection of the light. ”Do you like the thong I wore for you Daddy?” Alyssa knew that I had a thing for panties and she made sure to pick a pair out that I’d like. I dropped to my knees, pulling her leggings down to the floor with me. Her silky purple thong hugged her curves tightly as it wedged perfectly between her amazing ass cheeks. She took her time to pick out something I’d like and that was a huge turn on. I growled in her ear appreciatively with a tight grip at the base of her dyed red hair. “Good girl,” I followed with a playful smack on her ass. She smiled and cooed before turning and plunging into another session of making out. “Let’s go to the bedroom.” ”Do you want to watch me go up the stairs first?” She had a perfectly playful nature about her. Alyssa required zero training- she was a well practiced slut and she knew it. She slowly walked up the steps, her fat ass bouncing right in front of my face. I made a point not to touch her, just to watch and appreciate it. There’d be plenty of time for touching soon after all. She unclasped her bra at the top of the stairs and when she turned around I could have cut diamonds with my cock. Her tits were just more than a handful- large for her petite but soft frame. I pulled her into the bedroom and with a light grip around her throat drew her in for one more deep kiss before throwing her back onto the bed. ”I’m already wet for you, Daddy. Can you feel it through my panties?” She always knew exactly what to say to get what she wanted. In this particular case that meant my dad bod on top of hers in between her thighs trailing kisses and gentle bites behind her ear, down her neck and on her beautiful chest. My fingers grinding against the wet spot in the front of her panties had her moaning in my ear. My tongue swirling circles around her pretty brown nipples had her bucking her hips towards my hand. ”I NEED you to taste me. Please.” She wasn’t too proud to beg and on this first occasion unlike others I didn’t feel like making her either. In no time my head was looking up at her gorgeous body grinning like a Cheshire cat. I peeled her panties down slowly, uncovering a neatly trimmed triangle just above the place I so anxiously had waited to taste. Planting soft kisses upon every inch between her legs except where she expected, the anticipation somehow grew even stronger for the both of us. I lingered over her pretty brown slit making sure to look up at her and try to see what was going on in her mind at this of all moments. ”Oh MY….GOD” When my tongue met that perfect mixture of sweet and salty, she screamed out exactly what I was also thinking. She tasted amazing. Her sex was thick and I could feel the build up on my tongue as I went to work. Her hands were gripping my long hair, pulling me deeper into her. I could tell you exactly what I did but a good magician only reveals some but not all of his tricks. Every one of the three times she came in the midst of this paragraph unleashed a wonderful new torrent of salty flavor that I relished every drop of. ”Fill me up, please daddy, I need to feel you inside me.” We’d already discussed beforehand that our adventure would be much more than an orally palatable one. A quick exchange of her juices from my tongue to hers took place before I grabbed a condom from the bedside stand. We shared one of those wonderful laughing moments of levity in the middle of sexiness as I first tried to put it on inside out. But a quick course correction had what she would come to refer to as “Goldilocks” positioned at the entrance of her sweet pussy. My weapon of choice (or perhaps considering my predisposition for using my tongue would make it my weapon of second choice) is a perfectly average six inches with a pretty good thickness- hence the nickname she coined for me. ”Please don’t make me AHHHHH…. wait.” Mirroring my hesitation just before giving her my tongue, I pierced her words with a deep sheathing of my cock inside her warm lips. Her cunt squeezed me tightly as I watched her boobs bounce with every full length thrust. One hand wrapped just tight enough around her throat to let her know who was in control without restricting her air; I watched her eyes roll back in her head for Jackpot #4. Watching her body jiggle up and down was prize enough for me, but I knew that I had to catch some alternate views. She turned over and held herself up on her hands and knees so I could grip her hips and spend some time gazing at her round ass. A ponytail in hand yielded access to her throat once more as I buried myself even deeper than before for her final orgasm of the night. ”I need you to cum. What can I do for you to make you cum?” My biggest insecurity with another partner is the fact that sometimes I just can’t get myself to climax as easily as I’d like to. It’s very easy for someone to take this personally and I understand and can be self-conscious of that. I warned Alyssa beforehand that this might happen and she was more than patient about it. Eventually we settled on her laying on her side, curvacious ass pointed towards me with her fingers buried between her legs. She continued to unleash more dirty talk like the quotes detailed prior as I jerked myself off furiously. Finally the bucket began to reach its saturation point and I told her I was ready. Anywhere but my face Those were my instructions when we had discussed preferences prior. “Fuck, I’m going to cum,” I croaked out as a hand between her shoulder blades held her in place. She cooed out as rope after rope of thickness landed on the top half of her ass cheeks and all the way up her back. Days worth of built up cum specially for her covered the back half of her beautiful body as my brain crashed back down to earth. ”You should take a picture” I mean it. The girl was perfect. I fumbled around for my phone and quickly snapped a picture of the mess I made that she would call ‘one of the sexiest ones she's ever had taken of her’. (Please don’t ask, no I will not be sharing it because I don’t have her permission) We both came right back down into that sweet spot head space of euphoric laughter as friends as we cleaned up and got dressed and called our first meet up more than a success. There were plenty of other times that Alyssa and I played together. There was the time I met her at her house to find the entire place decked out in mood lighting and candles- complete with the absolute sexiest black lingerie set I’ve ever seen. There was the time she roleplayed as my secretary after a long hard day of work and crawled around my kitchen floor with my belt tied around her neck as her leash. There was the time she stopped by for a quickie on her lunch break and it was not quick enough to prevent her from being late back to work. And there was the final time I met up with her where she came over after her shift just to ride my face and get off with nothing more. I’m sure there’s more “Alyssas” out there but I’ll always treasure the time I got to have with mine. Unfortunately for me, but good for her- She's decided to settle down and be a good girl now. I'm proud of her because I think she does mean it this time.
Candy Corn [F27][intimate][penetration][haunting] [ghost] [mental illness]	Candy Corn By Blue P Shelby stared out the window of her second-floor bedroom surveying the peaceful streets of her Chestnut Hill, Philadelphia neighborhood below. Her fiery red hair glowing in the rays of the rising sun. This was part of her daily routine, looking out the window after waking. Most nights she slept well, but last night was beyond uncomfortable. Last night she was molested in her bed by a phantasm. It wasn’t the first time, but it was different . This time the randy spirit spoke to her. He kept repeating two words – candy corn, candy corn. The voluptuous redheaded damsel wondered what it meant. It felt too good in her pussy to be a dream or a nightmare. Was she going mad, she wondered. There was no question that something was fucking her at will every night as she slept. The lustful ghost always removed her panties and stuffed them in her mouth. Grabbing her by her wrist and trustfully stabbing at her wet pussy hole with total vigor. She loved it, but it was really troubling her now. Recalling each encounter, a tingling sensation came over her whole body. Shelby’s love muffin stayed moist because of these recurring thoughts. Watching the morning news on television, she did her best to enjoy breakfast. But it was not happening. She reasoned that she was going mad. Why else would she be hearing voices? What else could explain it. Just then she heard his voice again. This time it was fluid, loud, and clear. “Honey, can I have my breakfast in bed. I think I’ve earned it. Don’t you think so?”, said the ghost. With that Shelby ran into the street screaming. It wasn’t long before the ambulance showed up and took her away. Several hours later, after being sedated and well cared for, the calm sexy redhead woke to the sound and sensation of her favorite phantom licking her clit and sucking upon her whole juicy pussy. Then it said, “This taste better than candy corn”. To which Shelby belted out loud piercing continuous laughter. The kind you would expect to hear at the Belmont Behavioral Health Center. The moral of the story is that if you think you’re losing it – you’ve probably already lost it. Visit [BluePeroticArt](https://BluePlanetArt.com) for more stories by Blue P
Selfishness [dubcon] [F26/f22] [Lesbian] [Unrequited Love]	In many stories, there's a protagonist and an antagonist. There's someone to root for. But in my story, nobody deserves to be seen as good. We were all nothing but selfish people acting on selfish urges. “I’m glad we’re friends, Serena,” she whispered into the darkness. I lay beside her, unmoving, listening for her heartbeat and soft breathing. My eyes had grown adjusted to the dark whilst we’d been laying on our backs, staring at the ceiling and talking. I turned my head to face her, wishing I could reach out to her. My eyes followed the shape of her face down her nose to her lips. She turned over and propped herself on her arm, meeting my gaze. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.” I hummed, forcing my eyes away from her. I could feel a familiar feeling rise up in my stomach, threatening to free itself. I swallowed harshly, trying to push it further down. “It wouldn’t be that different, would it?” I asked her, my voice hushed. Both of us kept our voices low and breathy so as not to wake up our friends sleeping in adjacent rooms. “Without you, I wouldn’t have been able to muster up the courage to talk to Lucas.” I felt something inside of me crumble at her words. She smiled brightly at me, and it lit up the entire room. “If it weren’t for your uplifting attitude, I would never have had the confidence to talk to him at all.” Fucking hell. I hated that my flirting was what helped her get one step closer to him. I sucked in a breath before matching her smile, determined to carry out my duty as her best friend first and foremost. “I’m lucky to have you,” I answered. “If it weren’t for you, I could very well be dead.” I don’t consider myself to be a dramatic person. I really would be dead if it weren’t for her saving me. Dead, as in, not alive. Dead. “What if I hadn’t been there?” she asked. “You need to stand up for yourself better.” “Don’t think about the what ifs. It’s finished, anyway,” I answered quietly. “I’m just glad you are such a good person.” “A good person?” she scoffed. “Anyone would have done the same thing. I know Lucas would have.” “Lucas?” I sat up. I hadn’t controlled myself nor did I know what my body was doing. I felt like I was watching from afar as my body robotically sat up and stared down at her. “Why does it always have to be about Lucas?” My savior, my hero, my best friend. She had been it all for years ever since that day we met, and she saved my life. Couldn’t she see that before anyone–before this Lucas or any of our other friends had been here, it was me first? “I just think that doing what I did isn’t what makes me a good person. I think anyone would have done the same in my position,” she explained, looking up at me. “But it wasn’t just anybody who did it. It was you, Ruby,” I said softly, twirling a piece of her hair in my fingers. She looked up at me so innocently, and I couldn’t help but find those shining eyes to be a delicious sight. I loved the sight of her looking up at me–a sight in which I had the immense privilege of seeing often, being older and taller than her myself. “You were the one who made the impact,” I whispered, leaning close to her. “I love you.” “Of course, I love you too,” she said enthusiastically. “We’ve loved each other for forever.” “No,” I said, cupping my hand to her cheek. “Not like that.” I think she knew in her eyes, but she asked anyway. “Like what, then?” Her voice was just barely above a whisper. I leaned down and pressed my lips to hers. Her lips were warm, like a fire keeping the snow and ice away from it. I felt her gasp into my mouth, and I used the opportunity to slip my tongue inside. Kissing her was like a dream I never wanted to awaken from. If never waking up meant dying, then so be it. She’d be the last thought in my mind before I went out. She had saved me, and I wanted to show her how much it had meant to me. I knew who Ruby was. She was kind, and if she wanted something, she got it. I knew, though, that our friendship meant everything to her, and she wouldn’t risk it for the world. Even if it meant indulging in my desires. Even if she didn’t want to, I knew she would because she loved me. Not the way I loved her, but whatever her love may be was enough. The love I had for her was claimed already. That love was closed and locked, and the only one with the key… Well, that didn’t matter. At that moment, it was not him in the room with her. It was me. “I get it,” I said into her ear. “You love him like this, right?” Tears welled up in her eyes as she nodded. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. My hand trailed up her leg, her nightgown making way. “It’s okay,” I answered softly. “You can still love him. I’ll just help you practice.” I slipped my hand into her panties. The heat from her core immediately took hold of me as her whimpers surrounded my mind. “You should try to be quiet. You wouldn’t want to wake everyone.” She nodded, a singular tear falling from the corner of her eye. Her breathing grew heavier as I touched her. Being at least a head taller than her, I easily held her arms down with one arm as I pressed my lips to hers. This time, she readily intertwined her tongue with mine. Our tongues danced and shook hands as if they were Cinderella and her prince. I felt her chest heaving below me as our kiss deepend, and my fingers became braver and more firm. She got so wet so quickly, it astounded me. It gave me hope. I loved her more than anything, and I longed for those feelings to be returned. I broke the kiss and looked down at her. Her eyes were shut, but they opened as the line of saliva broke, disconnecting us. She grinded her hips into my hand and wrapped her arm around my neck, trying to pull me back into the kiss. Each of these telltale signs should have elated me. I should have been ecstatic that she returned my feelings. But that look in her eyes had no feeling behind it. No love, nor adoration. Just lust. I felt my heart break a little in my chest. I was given no time to think on my feelings before she successfully pulled me back into a deep, desperate kiss. “Serena,” she moaned into my mouth. “Keep your voice down,” I whispered. I allowed my other hand to search her body. Her skin was warm, as though she had just taken a bath. I breathed in her scent as I kissed her neck and her collarbone. I licked and sucked as though I had been starving, and she was fresh and ready to eat. “I…I don’t think I will be able to stay quiet,” she whispered desperately. “I’m so close.” I kept my tempo steady and the pressure constant. I didn’t want to risk changing it up and causing her steadily approaching orgasm to fade away. I leaned down to kiss her once again, and just moments later, she was moaning into my mouth. I continued touching her, allowing her to ride out her orgasm as her noises were muffled into our kiss. “Serena,” she whimpered, chest rising and falling much quicker now after she had finished. I didn’t say anything as I ran my fingers through her hair, removing my other hand from her, only to press my fingers against her lips. She immediately opened her mouth, allowing me to slip in as she tasted herself from my fingers. She looked up at me with wide eyes filled with trust and arousal, but not love. It ate away at my heart, but I could feel my own pussy dripping at her sexy moans and whimpers. I suppose she must have noticed because she decided to return the favor. She guided me to lay beside her, so I climbed off of her and lay on my side, facing her. She kissed me softly once more, almost giving me the love I so desperately wanted from her. I felt her hand move my nightgown aside and slip into my panties as her mouth nipped at my neck. I kissed the top of her head before pushing it further down. I shifted myself to lay on my back as I spread my legs. “Take them off,” I whispered in response to her fidgeting with the hem of my panties. She nodded and slipped them off, taking a look at what lay beneath. “Whoa,” she muttered. “You’ve got no hair down there.” I felt myself laugh a little. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to tell her that I’d shaved just in case, since I knew I’d be coming here with her. Instead, I opted for a nod. “Hurry, now, I don’t know how much longer I can wait.” “I’ve never done this before… I-I don’t know how.” “That’s what I’m here for. To teach you.” As I guided her, she learned quickly. Soon I was able to just enjoy her tongue, not needing to guide her anymore. I felt the little bolts of electricity as she hit sweet spots. I could tell she was getting fatigued, as it took me a bit longer to finish than it did for her, but she powered through. As I orgasmed, I can’t deny it felt great, like any other orgasm. Of course it did. But something was wrong, and now I knew what it was. “Fuck,” I whispered. “Ruby, I-” I pulled her back up to eye level as tears formed in my eyes. “I’m sorry.” As the reality of what I’d done set in, I felt that same feeling in my chest only grow until I physically cried out in pain. “I’m so sorry.” She looked at me blankly, a hint of worry in her furrowed brow. Her cheeks were still dusted a light pink, and she still glowed from her orgasm. But I felt I had only become dimmer. “I was selfish,” I continued. “I forced myself on you. Fuck, Ruby, I’m so sorry.” I felt my hatred for myself resurface. There was no excuse for what I had done. “I didn’t know you loved me in that way,” she said. “I’m sorry.” “You’re not supposed to be the one apologizing. I knew you loved Lucas, and I still took advantage of you. I’m supposed to be your best friend. Your safe space.” I looked away, blinking back tears. “But I just can’t do that. I love you too much, and it hurts me to see you with him like that.” I crawled out of the covers and out of the bed. “I-I’m going to go sleep on the couch, and I’ll leave tomorrow. I’ll tell the rest I got sick and to have fun without me.” “Wait, don’t go!” Ruby cried. “We can talk about this.” “No, Ruby. I can’t stay like this.” “Can’t we just stay friends? Like how it’s always been?” she asked desperately, grabbing my hand. I pulled away. “Don’t you see? It was hurting me. I acted on my pain, and now this has happened. Don’t you get it? I should’ve left a long time ago.” “Please,” she begged. “Stay with me. I need you.” “Don’t you realize how selfish that is of you to ask that of me?” I exclaimed, my voice growing louder unintentionally. “Do you know how much I loved you? How much I still love you?” “What’s going on?” Lucas asked from the doorway, his face laced with worry. “Are you two okay?” “Serena? What’s wrong?” Max asked from behind Lucas. Max, my childhood friend, knew about my love for Ruby, and hearing his voice broke me. I felt the tears run down my face as I pushed past the two men at our door, running out into the rain that mixed with my tears. I was unsure where I wanted to go, but I knew I wanted it to be far away from there. I aggressively wiped my tears away before glancing at the log cabin we had rented [one last time.](https://reddit.com/u/vividwiththequill)
[S/S] I made out with my sister whilst a guy jerked off to us	Sorry English is not my first language but I hope this is readable. I am 21 and my sister is 19. The guy said he was 26 My whole family came down with covid this Christmas. Whilst none of off us have had particularly bad symptoms, It does mean we've been isolating these past few days until we test negative. Seeing as there isn't much to do in the house, my sister and I have just been hanging out with each other a lot, more than we usually do. The other night we had both been hanging out in my room and admittedly drinking quite a lot of wine. We somehow got on the topic of Omegle and how funny it was that so many guys are just jerking off on there, so we decided to go on it and look just for a laugh. As we expected there were quite a few guys jerking off and teased a few of them, pretending we were girlfriends and that we'd kiss or strip for them. We never really did, just got close then skipping them. But then there was one guy who was unbelievably hot, like we both almost drooled when we saw him, and on top of that he was incredibly charming. It was obvious he was on there for the same reason as everyone else but you couldn't actually see his dick, it was only waist up. We did the same story of us being lesbians and he eventually took the conversation to offering to jerk to us. Honestly I really wanted to see this guys cock, just seeing him shirtless and talking to him had gotten me a little wet, and the idea of helping get him off was really turning me on. Giving my sister the side eye I could tell she was thinking the same thing, we have similar taste in guys and she was biting her lip the same way as when I know she finds someone hot. We both agreed to make out for him, on the condition that we got to watch him cum for us and he agreed. We were both a little hesitant to do it but once he lowered his camera his camera and I saw his dick I was sold. he was huge and the way he was talking to us was getting me really turned on. Plus It was then i realised the idea of kissing my sister was also getting me going in a weird way. Deciding to just take the plunge I took her face in my hand and pulled her in for a kiss, pushing my tongue in her mouth and making a point of putting a show on for the guy. At first it was just kissing and we didn't really do anything else. I was still apprehensive since it was my sister but hearing him moan how hot we were I got more into it and so did she. Between kisses we started kissing and licking each others necks, grinding into each other. For a while I was trying to keep my eyes open to watch him on the screen but after a while I got carried away and forgot he was there. We started groping each other, I remember feeling her tits and thinking how much bigger they were than mine even though I was the older one. She spanked my ass a few times which made me moan and blush and as we kissed at one point she started grinding on my thigh. After a while I kind of forgot the guy was even watching us and I whispered if I could kiss her tits and she nodded. So I pulled up her top and started massaging her and licking at them, spitting on her nipple before I started sucking. The whole time she kept grinding on my leg and based on how she was moaning i think she may have been getting close to cumming. At some point though the guy must have cum and skipped us because suddenly we heard really loud music playing from the computer and there was suddenly some older man staring at us. That sort of shocked us back to reality and after closing down the computer we decided it was late and we should go to bed. We gave each other a hug that lingered a bit and a kiss on the cheek like we usually do then went to bed. We never spoke about what we did and haven't yet. But I've been thinking about it constantly. I never considered myself bisexual or even gay but the thought of being with her has kept me perpetually horny today. I don't know if it was being watched like we were that added to it but I think it's more her than anything else. I plan to speak to her later and see what she thinks because both of us are single and she really is a beautiful woman. If nothing else I'd love to at least kiss and hold her again
An Impromptu Date with an Influencer Ends in A Mess, In More Ways Than One [MF] Part 1	“What about that one? Lay or nay?” Alex points toward a table near the far end of the dining room. Seated at the worst table in the restaurant was a redhead with freckles peppered over her cheeks, wearing a pleated dress that hugged her curves and plunged at the neckline. Her hair looked expensive under the flattering yellow lighting, flowing into curls that must've taken hours at the salon.Her date, however, was painfully less prepared. “You mean the guy in the pink polo, right?” I clarify, to which Alex nods. On top of his bold choice to pair a pink polo t-shirt with a reversed baseball cap, Mr. Pink Polo had the indignity of making a last-minute reservation, on Valentine's Day, at one of the hottest spots in town. This left him and his date seated next to the kitchen door – giving them front-row seats to Chef Duffy's curse-laden tirades every time the door swung open. “It's fucking raw”, he'd scream in what was a terrible Gordon Ramsay tribute. He wasn't that good a cook. He wasn't even British. “Soooo yeah, lay or nay?” Alex repeated, his voice more urgent. Lay or nay may seem crude, but it's a game Alex and I play to kill time when the bar isn't overflowing with impatient patrons all stabbing their hands out in desperation, as though having to wait a few extra minutes for a gin and tonic would be the end of them. The premise was simple – one of us would pick a random couple, and then both of us would attempt to guess if their date was going to end with them getting laid. Alright, maybe it was a little crude. “Lay, one hundred percent” I return, finally responding. “What, no way,” Alex dismissed me. “How is that a one hundred percent lay, eh?”. Alex didn't see what I saw. Curly redhead's fingers were restless, playing with her curls one minute, then pushing them back the next. Her eyes roamed all over Mr. Pink Polo's body as he cracked joke after joke, settling on his biceps far too obviously and much too often. Every time he went to the bathroom to likely do a line, she would yank her neckline down a wee bit further. If Mr. Pink Polo did even one more line, I worried her boob would fall right out onto her plate. He did order the breast. “You judge people too quickly,” I explain my juvenile deductive methods to Alex. “Plus, it's Valentine's Day. If you're already on a date, you genuinely need to make an effort to not get laid”. “Nah, man, you're wrong. I can tell from the way .....” Alex stops mid-sentence with his mouth agape as Mr. Pink Polo and curly redhead begin to sloppily make out. It gave me little pleasure in guessing correctly. The curly redhead deserved far better. And Mr. Pink Polo was using far too much tongue. “Alright man, that's my cue”, I sigh. “I'm clocking out. Have a good one.” Alex still had his mouth hanging open, shaking his head as Mr. Pink Polo began to get handsy. “Even frat boys get the lay on Valentine's.” After having to pick up a shift at the very last minute because the all other bartenders mysteriously fell ill, I was excited to unwind with a few cold ones and a book. “Wait,” Alex grabs my shoulder, “that though, that's a guaranteed nay.” I turn back and follow his gaze. Seated in the very middle of the dining area was a woman who, by all accounts, was stunning. Her olive skin practically glowed, while her hair was a dark chestnut with a few rebellious streaks of blonde falling out from behind her ear. The only problem? She's alone, and she's been alone for the last two hours. Her only companions were the Wellington main that she's been prodding with her fork for the good part of half an hour, the quarter-drunk bottle of red in the middle of the table, and the wine glass she kept twirling between her fingers in-between Wellington prods. No one deserves this on Valentine's Day Waving Alex off, I quickly decide to comp a dessert for her on my way out, trying to get one of the waiters to send over a panna cotta to her table. Yet, none of them seem to notice, all juggling trays streaming in and out of the kitchen. I finally resolved to grab one from the line when Chef Duffy had his back turned. I'm an overthinker by nature, and every possible outcome blazes through my mind as I make the walk over. A woman left alone at dinner. Possibly drunk. On Valentine's Day. The nerve. The gall. The audacity. But her table is approaching far too quickly, and I haven't got the words to explain myself so, when I finally get to her table – I lie. “Compliments of the chef,” I place the white plate of gelatin down by her. Her eyes examine me first – oh fuck her eyes, they're blue like the ocean, and likely just as deep. The longer they're on me, the longer she stares at me, the more strained my breath becomes. Quickly, I clear my throat and smile, hoping she doesn't notice. “Join me?” she asks in a wobbly voice, her tone still uncertain if I pose a threat but deciding to say fuck it. “Thanks, but ….,” I try to decline, but she raises her palm to me. “Really?” her voice suddenly jumps. “You're really going to say no to the woman who's been sitting alone for the last hour?” she raises her shoulders and shoots me a smile, her full lips slightly parting. My smile widens. For someone who's likely been stood up, she seems remarkably upbeat. “Well, it's been around two hours, actually,” I chuckle, pulling out the chair. She snorts so loudly that Mr. Pink Polo takes a break from excavating curly redhead's mouth with his tongue and spins around. I see a glimpse of her cheeks flushing before she covers her mouth with a napkin. “So that's how our date is going to start, by you making fun of me….,” she trails off, her eyes searching for my name tag to complete the sentence. “I'm Tyler,” I remark. “And this is a date?”. She nods and pours herself another glass of wine. “Unless you would rather not be on a date with me? I'm Bea and you”, she reaches out, handing over the wine glass which she's gripped at the stem “are two glasses behind.” Looking across from me, I study Bea quickly – who's even more gorgeous up close – high cheekbones, her face lightly if ever so slightly bronzed, and a short streak of black over each eye. Her features were stunning, and yet her eyes were kind and soft – an infatuating combination that probably led many a guy trudging up to her, only to sit down and realise just how far out of their league she was. She's wearing a white mini-dress, with thin straps and a neckline that merely teases - flashing just enough cleavage that my eyes linger for just a handful of seconds too long --- “I'd take that's a yes then?” she crosses her arms, bringing my attention back to her face, now cheekily smirking. I'm thankful that I'm sitting, repositioning myself to hide the nominal erection I didn't realise I was sporting. I try to speak, but the only words that seem to disentangle from my tied tongue and fall out are, “I..... er.” “Gosh, aren't bartenders usually smoother than this? You must make a pretty good cocktail if you're”, she circles her finger highlighting all of me, “this bad at flirting.” Flirting never came naturally to me. Instead, I relied on humour and quirkiness, which women usually find endearing. It didn't hurt that I topped those qualities off with a wide chest and prominent biceps. Bea, however, was looking right through me, disarming me much too easily. I raise my hands in surrender. “So, what's the story here, or was this”, I pick up the bottle of red, one of our more expensive ones, “your date?”. To her credit, Bea barely hesitated to respond, explaining how she had a first date scheduled for tonight. Some banker she met on Bumble. They'd been talking for a week. He insisted they meet here, at one of the fanciest restaurants in the city. I know the owner Bea animatedly moved her head from side to side doing a poor impersonation of Mr. Banker. “That's a terrible impersonation.” “How would you know what he sounds like?”. “No one sounds like that.” She snorts again. “Fuck, sorry,” she says. “Don't be.” “Okay, maybe you're not such a bad bartender after all.” Laughter begins to fill the table and the wine begins to set and flow through us, our mouths becoming looser, our words louder, our glares warmer. “I'm impulsive,” she suddenly admits, her words slow and deliberate – but I already knew this – a bunch of lilies inked on her right arm with vines coiling down past her elbow and a butterfly paired with two starbursts on her left, a dead giveaway. I've stared at her for too long now, the whites of her eyes lightly stained with red, looking back at me intently. “Tell me three things I should know about you” I blurted out. “I hate this game,” she says biting her lips in thought. They're full, the kind of lips that you can instantly picture kissing, and painted in maroon tonight. “Okay so firstly, I don't sleep with guys on the first date, not even on Valentine's Day, and especially after being stood up.” “Well, even if you were – I would have said no,” I bring my palms together resting them on the table. Bea's right eyebrow raises. “Is that right?” she scoffs. “Well, aren't you my knight in shining armour!”. She slaps her hand on the table. “Second thing – I don't need saving, okay?!” Bea crosses her arms and looks away. She's feigning anger, but I can tell there's a smidgen of truth in the sideways glare she shoots me. “Okay, last one. I'm itsbeababe.” She pauses for a second, eyes fixed on me. Then, she tilts her head to the side, her lips curving. She's waiting for me to figure it out. When she finally realises I'm not going to, she responds with four words that bring the entire conversation to a crashing halt. “I'm an influencer.” I audibly gulp. “That's my social media handle.” The entire night suddenly feels like a house of cards that has come crashing down. Still, I force myself to nod and go, “wow, that's great.” “Wow. Holy shit, you have a terrible poker face!” she exclaims. “What, I didn't say anything!” I meekly protested. But she's right. I do dislike influencers. No, I hate them. “I'm sorry, I'm just not a big fan of the whole influencer culture.” “And here I thought this date was going somewhere.”I laugh, and she rolls her eyes at me. “You're lucky, you're cute. Normally, I'd ask you to fuck off, okay?” she grabs her butter knife a playfully points it at me. “And I'm in no mood to stop drinking just yet. How's about a bet?” she suggests. “A bet?” I repeat quizzically. “Yeah, give me a chance to change your antiquated mindset on influencers.” I'm intrigued. “So what's the bet then?”. “If I change your mind by the end of the night”, she rolls her wrist to get a good look at her watch, “in 3 hours, then you have toooo…,” she scans the dining room, looking for inspiration. “You have to make me a drink that's not on the menu. Every single time I come in. On the house.” “That just means I’ll be able to see you more often,” I remind her, the wine clearly now having its way with my words. “What makes you think I’ll be coming in for that drink alone?” she retorts, a beat barely skipped. Touché. Free drinks were easy. She doesn't know how easy that would be because she doesn't know the truth yet. I don't need to think about what I want either, it instantly leaps out at me. “And if I win, I get to post whatever I want on your social media account, and you cannot delete it.” “Oooooh”, she considers this. “Deal,” she extends her hand out across the table. “Quite formal, aren't we?” I took her palm in mine. “Well, we've yet to establish that you aren't a serial killer. Yet.” “Oh no, just the two bodies. Haven’t worked up to serial status just yet.” She ignores me. When Bea calls for the bill, the waiter stares at me, then her, then back at me. “It's er, on the house”, he manages finally. “No please, I insist on paying,” Bea rebuffs him and extends her card out. “One minute please.” Our waiter spins on his heel and speed walks to the back of the kitchen.“I do get this a lot”, Bea explains. “But I swear, I always pay.” “Well, aren't you a noble influencer.”Our conversation is interrupted by someone new – the manager. “Ma'am, the bill is on the house on account of Mr. Tyler. ”I point at myself sheepishly. “Why, thank you, Christopher.” “Well, er …” Bea stammers and then finally gets a “thank you” out with a smile. I'm grinning like a Cheshire cat when Bea says, “You're judging me, aren't you.”“I am.” I was. I can almost feel the heat emanating from her cheeks that began to turn red. I want to tell her it's fine but pushing her chair back, Bea's already walking past me when she continues speaking. “Chop chop Tyler, we don't have all day.” A pity we didn't. Spinning around as Bea walked past me, I finally see the back of her dress or lack thereof. Two thin straps crossed each other in an X across her back, exposing her shoulder blades. Were exposed shoulder blades always this alluring? God. Her dress flowed down to a handful of inches below her bum cheeks, the hem loosely swaying and bouncing, giving little away to what they hid. “Where are we going?”. “You'll see.” A few minutes and a bumpy Uber ride later, and we're at a place that was the antithesis of the restaurant – a dive bar. Flattering yellow lighting gave way to garish, fluorescent hues that only served to illuminate the various graffiti scrawled across walls and tables. A jukebox? Check. A bartender with a beer gut? Check. A pool table? Bea had already picked up a cue before I noticed it in the far corner of the bar. “Bea doll, it's been too long!” a voice boomed from across the bar. Turning around, I see the bartender running towards Bea, his belly and beard bouncing in unison. It was oddly mesmeric. Upon reaching her, he raised her in the air, wrapping his arms around her torso. “How I've missed you!” he added, still very much hugging. “Robbbb”, were the only words Bea managed as Rob swayed her from side to side. “Robbbb”, Bea squealed, “my dress!”. It had ridden up her thighs ever so slightly, and the bottom curve of her bum cheek peeked out, bare. Was she not wearing any underwear? “Sorrey, sorrey,” Rob gruffed, finally eased his grip, gently letting her down. “It's been so long, I didn't think you're ever coming back round here”. Rob's gaze finally moved away from Bea, and he noticed me standing idly by the pool table. “Sorrey, I didn't see - you'ze on a date? “What about Patri--.” Bea slapped Rob across the chest, who mouths sorrey to her – twice. At least, I think that's what his lips were saying. The lighting by the pool table is terrible at best. Rob fetches a jug and two mugs by us, already filled. “Still a Bud girl, I hope.” Bea's already racked up the balls, lifting the wooden triangle away when I ask her, “Soo, is Patrick the … ” “The banker?” Bea finishes my question for me. “No, he's just an ex”, she explains. “This”, she extends her cue, sweeping the air across the bar, “is my scene. Was my scene. I'm much more at home here than I was at that fancy restaurant”. Bea fires the cue ball into the triangle of multicoloured balls, sending them flying into different corners, with one or two dropping into pockets with a satisfying plop. She then makes a bee-line for the table with our beers, chugging around half her pint and leaving her with a foam stake. “What”, she chuckles, looking at me and giving her a look. I take a few steps toward her and trace the top of her upper lip with my thumb, swiping off the foam. It's the first time I've touched her, but the first thing that grabs the attention of my senses is her fragrance. A faint aroma of spice is followed quickly by a wisp of citrus, and then vanilla. Some of it is from her hair, the rest from her perfume. Her aroma distracts me so that my thumb just stays there, by her lip. Our eyes meet, and I stare into hers, deep and hot, and I feel it for the first time – how my stomach begins to flip and my grip on her waist instinctively grows tighter. Somewhere in me, I lustily hope her lips take my finger between them. But I stall, waiting for her. “I'm… I'm stripes,” she stammers and turns her face away, back to the table. Plop, another striped ball drops into the centre pocket. “So, does this mean I won the bet?”. She looks up at me while still positioned with the cue. I contemplate and finally end up moving my palm from side-to-side. “Almost there”, I say, much to Bea's dismay. Sure, this side of her was fun., but she was still an influencer. “Let me guess”, she sees me thinking, “you think influencers are vapid, self-absorbed, pretentious douchebags who promote an unhealthy image.” “And they promote stuff that is usually shit”, I add. “No offence,” I say after clearly uttering something offensive. Bea hands me her iPhone, encased in a silicone black case that's remarkably similar to mine. “Have a look and tell me what you think.” It's her social media profile on the screen. Instantly I press on the circle on the top left, bringing up her stories. There are stills of her dinner, then dessert. When did she take that? From her stories, to her followers, it looked like she had an amazing night - not even a hint of being stood up. Scrolling down, I quickly pick apart her profile – 140,000 followers, and her pictures are all themed – light calming filters varnish every tile. There are a barrage of pictures of her - obviously - but they actually look like her. There’s wit within her captions. I'm still hesitant until I glance upon one of her pinned posts. Bea's wearing a sports bra with matching burgundy tights – a reel plays, showcasing her fitness journey. The caption talks about her struggles with weight, and how she's learned to accept herself. then there's the date – posted 3 years ago. “I don't promote anything I don't actually use myself, just so you know”. Bea is staring at me now. I scroll to her latest post, and then the one before that, and the one before that. Bea used to post every week, and then – around 3 years ago, her posts became far more infrequent, two, sometimes three months apart. “Why did you stop posting?” the words leave my mouth before I have time to consider them.Bea gives me a sideways look and sighs. “Remember the ex-boyfriend?”. She doesn't elaborate. She doesn't need to. “You're up”. The table is already half empty, with solids dominating the table. It takes very little time to sink the first, then the second ball – a purple 4 and a yellow 1. Lining up a straightforward shot hot for the brown 7, I feel Bea's breath behind my ear. “So, have you changed your mind, Tyler?”. I turn around to respond, but I take a few seconds to drink the sight of Bea in. “Not quite … not yet”, I say, my eyes staying glued to her. Even in the piss poor lighting, she looked stunning - her dress hugging her in all the right places. “It was the bill back there, wasn’t it”, she tried to rationalise. “They must really like you, huh? That bill wasn’t cheap and …. . “ “I’m only a bartender?” I finished her sentence.“ No, that’s not what I meant. I mean”, she carefully considers the words that follow. “I’ve just never seen a restaurant be so nice to their bartender. Must mean they like you”. “They don’t have a choice”, I say, finally potting the brown 7. “I own the place”. "Liar!", Bea squeals, begging me to explain. I tell her how I sometimes help out whenever they’re short-handed at the bar. “I used to bartend for a bit in college”. As the game progresses, I give Bea the bits and pieces of the puzzle - a couple of lucky investments during the crypto craze, a small amount of money from an uncle who passed and a convenient lot for sale and “tada” I make jazz hands. My head lightly buzzes when I realise the jug is empty. Rob’s already offering us another, but be a shakes her head before I can. “What?” Bea asks me when she catches me staring at her, my eyes hungry. “Wanna get out of here?” I ask, the beer now talking. “Yes, please,” is all she says. No further words are needed. The silence is piercing on our Uber back to my place. I leave my hand by Bea’s thigh, simply moving two fingers over the hem of her skirt. They can’t venture further - not with our elderly Uber driver, whose eyes are moving back and forth between the road and the rear view mirror. I guide Bea to the elevator, my hand on the small of her back. They’re waiting to roam, restless and eager for the door to shut. “Sorry”, a nasal voice calls out, whose fingers appear as the door shuts, and then the rest of him as the doors slide open. Bea and I stand next to each other, the random intruder standing in front of us. My hand moves upwards as the elevator does, my fingers light tracing the outline of her shoulder blade, then her spine, slowly going down each crevice, each notch, each dimple. Bea's eyes shut, and she’s gritting her teeth. My hand then slips down the back of her dress from the slit just above her bum. It’s clumsy, but from where we’re standing - our intruder has no clue. Bea grabs my hand and gives me a look. My eyes are on hers, looking for permission. Then, she lets my hand go. My fingertips brush over her underwear, a thin line of fabric , then finally caress her bare ass. The skin of her bum cheek is cold against my hand, lighting up with goosebumps the moment I touch it. I firmly grab it and …. "Ahem," Bea coughs, then clears her throat. My hand flings back to my side. Ding As the doors open, there’s a moment of hesitation and no one moves. The intruder eyes me, then Bea. Finally, I realise it’s my floor. Sorry I mouth to him, leading Bea out and then finally, reaching my door. “Nice place”, she concludes almost immediately, before the door has even shut behind us. Large floor-to-ceiling windows, dark furnishings and yellow lighting was all that was really needed to get that reaction from most. “So,” Bea wraps her arms around my neck, “have you changed your mind?”. “Yeah”, I don't even think before responding. “I think I have”. “You're a terrible liar”, Bea's lips curve as she undoes my top button. “Really? Then why continue if you know I disapprove?”. “Because”, she pauses, her eyes seeking mine. “I do not care about your approval”. She undoes another button, lower this time. “And I've been dying to see you with your shirt off”. I let her unbutton me, and then pulled my shoulders back, slipping my shirt off. Bea traces her fingertips across my pecs, admiring how wide they stretched, tracing lines across their borders, then moving down to my abs. She pressed her lips against them, one-by-one, counting them as she did. “One”, her voice went husky, her eyes staring up at me, she went further and further. “Two”, she licked my abs this time before kissing it. I growled as she continued, feeling a heat deep within me burn. My shaft grew, pressing against my blue slacks. She continued until she reached six, then teasing me, her eyes staring up full of hunger and lust. I knew what was to come next. “Whoa”. It's no wonder then that Bea's taken by surprise when I pull her up to face me. I see that same gaze of hers, full of heat, no - fire now. She wraps her arms around me and our lips finally meet. Her lips are as soft as I imagined, and I peck her once, then twice, then thrice. Then finally, I lean in and we lock lips. I feel myself drain, and yet, I don't want to stop. My hands cup her cheek, and as our kiss continues, it drops to her neck. We continue like this until I push my tongue and venture into her mouth. Finally, I hear her softly moan as her tongue dances with mine and then -- “Tyler”, she suddenly pulling back, those deep blue eyes staring back at me as I open mine. “Can we just have sex?”. I shoot Bea a look of bewilderment. “I mean…”, her voice goes shrill and soft. “Can we have regular sex?”. She pressed her eyelids together tightly and then speaks rapidly. “Can we just have regular sex no rough stuff like whips and clamps and slapping and choking and like just no BDSM at all”? Bea slowly opens one eyelid, like she's checking if it's safe, and then the other. There's a look on her face, one that Bea tries to hide, one I'm inherently familiar with. Her eyes dull ever so slightly. Her lips twitched. Her forehead is lined with beads of sweat. Her eyes can't meet mine. She's afraid. The proper words elude me, they always have in moments bridled with tension. Instead, I try to make her feel safe. There's no hesitation in my eyes when I cup her cheeks with my palms and nod. “Hey…” my voice goes soft, “we can stop anytime you want, all right?”. Her face finally eased and Bea flashes her teeth back at me before they're hidden away as our kiss resumes, our lips now smacking together impatiently. “Just tell me if I'm going too fast”, my voice peeks out between kisses. Bea merely nods. “Tell me what you want”. “I want you to make me cum”. “Oh, that can be arranged”. I hook Bea's straps and let them slide down her shoulders, agonisingly revealing more and more of her. First, her black lace bra, hugging her breasts and giving rise to a delicious amount of cleavage. Before even looking, I can feel trickles of pre-cum begin to leak, my hardness already feeling sticky against my boxer briefs. Then her toned abs, and a navel piercing. “Fuck.” I say as her dress finally sinks to her feet, revealing a matching thong. “You sure have a way with words, Tyler”. My hands reach out to her waist, but Bea's turned on her toes before they can – sticking her ass out and pushing into my groin. I don't remember when my pants came off, but they're gone – my hardness struggling to stay contained as Bea ground against me. Her ass was glorious, and each of her bum cheeks was round, plump, and firm, begging to be touched. Squeezed. Spanked. But my hands resist, my mind reminding them of Bea's words. Perhaps a minute passes, maybe more. I couldn't tell you as I closed my eyes and my head just jerked back in a mixture of agony and pleasure. Suddenly, I feel her hands reach back and grasp the band of my boxer briefs. My eyes snap open as Bea drags them down while looking over her shoulder like she was afraid if she turned around I would be snapped out of her spell. Glistening on the tip of my cock is a single string of cum—not that Bea noticed. No sooner than my boxer briefs were by my ankles was he back gyrating, my cock painting her bum cheeks with cum. I feel her lacy fabric slowly brush against my hardness, the sensation forcing more pre-cum to leak. I growl. I can't help it. I'm in heaven and yet, I can't help but feel like something's off. Like she's putting on a show. Like it's too pornographic. “Hey”, Bea's startled as she's about to push my dick between her ass cheeks and thong. “If you keep that up, this isn't going to last very long”, I lie. Well, partly. “Now, how do you want me to make you cum?” my eyes burn with lust now, and I want to give her what she wants. “Hhh-how?” she stutters and gives me a blank stare. “Listen, ignore what I was saying just now, I--- I was …. “, she slips her mask back on, but there's that look in her eyes again, the one I knew all too well. Fully aware I could blow my chance with her with the next few words brewing in my mind, they surprisingly fall out of my mouth with no resistance. “Bea, when's the last time you came”. “I---um ….”, Bea stalls, making weird humming sounds so silence doesn't take over. Her cheeks go a little redder. I cup her waist with my palms. “Sit on my face”, I say commandingly. “Tyler!” Bea's right-hand shoots out to cover her mouth as though my words were so vulgar, she'd get swallow an STD if she didn't cover her mouth quickly enough. My eyes don't leave her gaze. “Sit. On. My. Face”, my voice goes deep, and my words now roll out slowly. Her shoulders loosen and for the first time this night, I see her eyes glow with excitement.“I --- I've never done that before”. “I'll guide you”. “O-K”. Tracing her bra strap, I play with a little red ribbon just by the edge of the cup, then let my finger trail along her collarbone. My fingers dance along her exposed skin, the prickling electricity sending goosebumps sprawling along her chest.Finally, I unhook her bra and let her breasts fall out. “They're gorgeous”, I say. “They're too small”, Bea, interrupts my fawning. “I've been thinking of getting them do…. Oh fuck”, Bea swears as plunge my face and explore the valley between her tits. There's little time for teasing – my lips tracing kisses along the contours, then teasingly moving to encircle her soft, supple boobs, finally enveloping her nipple in my mouth.“Oh God”, Bea groans, her neck cocking back. My hands grab her ass cheeks, and Bea's legs instinctively wrap around my waist. I carry her and gently push her onto the bed, back first.Bea's back is arched, inviting my mouth back for more. They oblige, this time my tongue softly encircling the bumps around her nipple, which begun to swell. More for me to suck. My lips formed a seal, while my tongue fluttered against her swelling bud. Bea moans and her hands grab a fistful of sheets, pushing her chest further and further out, her back arched like a bow. “Oooh”, Bea's voice wobbles as my fingers circle her other nipple, lightly pressing her between my fingers every so often. Bea's breathing is so staggered that when I stop, she almost chokes on her breath. Looking at me with murder in her eyes, her chest deeply heaving in and out, she asks, “Why'd you stop?”. I don't speak. There's very little time for words in the mood I'm in. I slowly push myself off the bed, grabbing her thighs with me and easing her to the edge. Tossing her hair to one side, Bea smiles, then blows away two of those rebellious blonde strands. I give her a knowing look, and Bea bites her lower lip. I kiss her from the bottom of her thighs all the way to the top, and then I wander further, feeling the little dip in her skin, the line which told me where her pleasure area was about to begin. “Please, Tyler”, Bea begged. Pressing my nose into the lace, I can smell her wetness. Hell, I can almost taste it even through the lace. “Mhmmmm”, she nodded, biting her lower lip even harder now while her thighs slowly wrapped themselves around my face, her hips grinding, her pussy eager for my mouth. Her lace panties are soaked in her juices, and they stick to one side, finally exposing part of her puffy lips to me. A single wild moan escapes Bea’s mouth as I sheathe her folds with my lips, lightly sucking them. “It's time”, I tell her. “Lead the way”. Positioning myself at the head of the bed, I direct her to kneel over me, her legs on either side of me. “And I just sit on your face? That's it?”. I nod. “What if you can't breathe?”. “Then let me die”. Bea looks down at me horrified as I chuckle. “Bea, I've done this before. You just focus on yourself. If you get tired, if you're not enjoying it”. I grip her thighs. “If you want something else, just say the word”. Bea mumbles to herself and slowly lowers onto me, and I finally taste her. I love tasting a woman for the first time – each tastes different. How her pussy smells, how it tastes – it's like a sexual fingerprint. Bea is no different – her sweet nectar and sweat mixed together, creating a delectable concoction I wanted to drink more and more of. “Oh my God”, Bea gasped as my tongue finally crosses the threshold and begins to explore her pussy. Almost immediately, she's grinding against my face again, her hips rocking back and forth as my tongue runs across every soft crevice within her beautiful slit. She mewled, then asked, “How do I taste?”. Pausing, I wait until she's looking down at me, and then give her pussy a long lick from the bottom to the top. “Like heaven”, I growl, my slurps now louder and needy. I wanted Bea to hear just how glorious she tasted. I reach up and begin circling her nipple with one hand, the more sensitive one – now fully engorged – like a large brown Hershey's Kiss that needed to be kissed, licked, bitten. “Fuck”, she cursed, “What are you doing to me”, she says between whimpers. I could see her body slowly lose control, the overwhelming sensations taking over. I closed my eyes and let her lead, letting Bea show me how she wanted to be eaten out. Her sweet nectar flowed like a stream, I didn't need to open my eyes to see. I felt her wetness glaze my mouth, my nose, my chin, then my beard. Even the sounds her gorgeous lips made as they gyrated over my mouth – squishing and sloshing – I could have cum from those alone.Her thighs were beginning to tense – her muscles slowly strained as they edged closer to my face. Then, I saw it – her hood, barely covering her delightful engorged clit. “Yes, right there —- oh fuck”, Bea's voice leaped in an unrestrained wail when I lightly licked her clit, before slowly taking it in my mouth. My tongue dances around it, flitting her clit upwards until it reaches the top of my tongue, then slowly going the opposite way. Her bum cheeks tighten. I can feel Bea's pleasure build, her pussy dripping and her hips bucking. “Tyler….”, she pants. “Tyler… I'm close. I'm close”, she repeats, her words gobbled up as her breathing strained. Bea's hands move to my hair. “I need to …. fuck, I'm going to .....”. Bea's body tries to betray her as it instinctively endeavours to pull away. The pleasure was too much. The sensations were too much. But my hands are tightly gripped around her ass. Her body doesn't know what to do, so her hands roughly pull at my hair, eliciting some pain and some pleasure.I don't nod. I don't even blink. I look up, grip her ass and my weary tongue continues to suck, to flit, to bring her hungry clit the attention she deserved and lapping up every inch of her pussy I can. Finally, Bea's mouth opens, but no words fall out. Instead, there's an instant of silence, with nothing but the sounds of her drenched pussy being tongue fucked filling the room. And then, she lets out a strangled gurgle, like something caged had been released. Bea's hips bucked, then began jerking into my face, again and again, and again, each time stronger than the next. “Oh God. Oh God”, she cried while my tongue continued riding out her climax. I can't tell you how many times she came. All I can remember is how tired my tongue was, how numb my jaw was – but I refused to stop until she told me to, until her body told me to. Finally, I hear her say, “Okay—stop stop”. I immediately pull my face from under her. Bea's body slowly slumped forward while she dragged her legs down my body until she was laying next to me.“Oh my God”. “Yeah, you did say that quite a bit back there”. Bea's arms could barely slap my chest. “Tyler”, she rolled a few strands of hair between her fingers, “My hair, it's all knotted”, she laughed in horror. “Wow”. I bridge the gap between us and kiss her. Bea takes a second to notice, and then “Holy shit”, she squeals. “That's how I taste?”. I give her a knowing smile. “You want to taste more of yourself?”. Bea nods and her tongue dives into my mouth, sipping and tasting the leftovers of her climax. It's not a lustful kiss, and yet, it's deep and long. It's different from before, it's slower, it's lighter. Like Bea is taking back what's rightfully hers from within my mouth. My erection grows instantly, and Bea begins moving her hand over it – but her grip is loose, and her movement is laboured. “You okay?” I ask, sensing her tiredness. “Yeah, I just need a minute”. “Okay, hold on”, I get off and head towards the kitchen. “You're still hard”, Bea points out by the time I'm at the door. I am, but from her voice that she's spent. “He'll go down, you rest first”. Barely a minute and I return. And yet, my hands are already ice-cold from the water bottles I'm gripping. Bea gulps her bottle down, and then mine. I quickly tell her both were hers. We end up talking for some time in the darkness. Bea candidly reveals how she used to be incredibly independent, and strong, and all that was broken by Patrick. “Shit, I'm bad-mouthing an ex on the first date”. “That's a red flag. I must ask you to leave now”, I laugh, pointing at the door. “ But Bea”, my voice deepens, “you are a strong woman. Well, the woman I met tonight is, anyway”. I'm not lying. “If I didn't know any better, I'd think you're trying to get in my pants”, Bea makes light of the situation. Her eyes look even more haunting in the dark, and just when I'm getting lost in them, she turns away. “That was me trying to act like how I used to be”. Bea sighs. She tells me about how Patrick only liked rough sex before stopping herself again. “Fuck, I'm going to stop talking”. She turns to her side, and I wrap an arm around her, going across her chest and feeling her warmth. A minute passes, and I feel my palm grow cold – Bea interlaces her fingers with mine. “I couldn't act like my old self once we started having sex”, she says, not to me, but out loud, like she needed the words to come out. There's no need to respond with words, and I just kiss the nape of her neck. “You don't need to act”, I say. I must've overslept because it's already bright out – but as I squint I realise the windows are all still painted with the icy blackness of the night sky. The light is coming from my phone. Fuck, I mutter, picking it up. It must be Alex messaging me. Except, it's not Alex. It's from someone named Patrick, with a bright red heart bookending his name on the screen. I should've stopped reading, but it's too late - my mind was simultaneously numb and on fire. Hey babe. Sorry, my flight was delayed, and we just landed. Didn't want to wake you. Hope you had some good wine at least? Sorry, couldn't make our reservation. Will make it up to you tomorrow, \purple devil with horns emoji\** Love you and call me when you're up. My stomach churns, and my mouth suddenly tastes sour. I just stare blankly at the screen, as if the bright white light had hypnotized me.“Wh -- what are you doing with my phone?” Bea's voice groggily breaks the trance.
The Gentleman [F43/M36] [F4M] [romantic] [lovers] [no panties] [fingering] [female orgasm]	As I slid my arms into my black leather jacket I realized it had been two months since I’d seen you last. My excitement grew as I made the drive downtown to your hotel. As if on cue I receive a text from you saying you’ve left me a key at the front desk and that I should just come on up while you shower and change for dinner. I collect my key and take the elevator up to the fourth floor. My breath is quick and the excitement has turned to butterflies in my stomach. I hear the electronic click of the door unlock and silently press the handle down, easing the door open. I hear water running and the unmistakable sound of a razor tapping on the side of the bathroom sink. Sinatra is playing and I hear you start singing along to ‘Volare’ as I tip toe across the room to a couch in front of the window. I quietly unzip my boots and climb onto the couch, arranging the pillows so that I’m perfectly propped up. I cross one leg over the other and adjust my skirt to reveal a bit more of my bare legs as I recline back and wait for you. Two glasses of wine sit on the coffee table, reminding me of how thoughtful you are. You’ve always been good at romantic gestures and sitting here so close to you after so long, my hearts swells with longing and excitement. I hear you turn the water off and the door opens. As soon as you lay eyes on me you’re across the room in two quick steps and jump on to the couch, covering me with kisses. Your hair is still damp from your shower and I breathe in your familiar scent while you hold my face and kiss me hard. “I will never be away from you for this long again. Ever” you tell me as your hands travel down my neck, your fingers tracing over my collarbone and back up to my chin. You do that thing that I love - that thing that makes me feel like your little jewel - and lift my chin slightly to gaze into my eyes. Your sincerity and the passion in your eyes makes my heart swell again and I realize how much I’ve missed the way you make me feel cherished. Reaching for the glasses of wine you hold one out to me and propose a toast to being reunited. I take a sip of the deep red wine and quietly appreciate the way you absentmindedly run your fingers through your dark, wet curls as you tell me about your trip. The familiar - and almost imperceivable - lilt of your accent comes through as you regale me with some of your adventures. I could listen to your stories for hours; watching your mouth move. I’m not paying attention to what you’re saying anymore, I am transfixed on your lips. I watch as you wet them with your tongue mid-sentence and before you can say another word I’m sitting up on the couch… on my knees. I take our glasses and set them aside quickly before lifting my skirt so I can straddle your lap. You’ve stopped talking but I’m still staring at your lips. My knees are open as I hover inches above your lap, the heat between my legs building and I wonder when you’ll realize that I’m not wearing any panties. I look up into your soft brown eyes and am met with a jolt of electricity as your stare penetrates my entire being. Holding my gaze, your hands slide up the length of my thighs to my skirt - open and revealing my nakedness. You raise an eyebrow and giving me a knowing smirk you slide your right hand under my skirt and begin to stroke my glistening lips. Your left hand gripping my hip, you pull me closer to you and squeeze me hard. Your combination of soft stroking and hard squeezing sends a thrill through my body and I shudder. Without missing a beat you reach up and grasp the back of my neck and pull me closer to you- all the while, continuing to stroke me as I’m getting wetter and wetter. Your fingers slick with my arousal, you push them inside gently before opening me up and diving deep into my warmth. I gasp and instinctively arch my back but your hand on my neck keeps me close to you. “Open your eyes and stay with me” you say. Not realizing I’d shut them, they flutter open and I see you. This part of you; my dominant lover. Your hand inside me moves expertly, knowing exactly how to build me up. You’re playing me like and instrument - plucking at my strings, striking my keys, luring my pleasure from the very deepest part of me. I start to quiver and again you pull me closer, your mouth so close to mine that I feel your lips brush against mine as you say again “Stay with me.” My hips move in small circles on your lap… on your hand… and I feel the waves begin to flood through me. I try and keep my eyes open, looking at you but I am enveloped by bliss, my body contracting and convulsing. Honey splashes from my depths, covering your hand… and your lap… and I’m left breathless. You slide out of me and I take your hand to my mouth sucking my juices from your fingers, licking you clean. [You can hear it here](https://soundgasm.net/u/Quinnnspiration/The-Gentleman-F4M-romantic-fingering-female-orgasm)
My Dad's Friends Have Their Fun [FM] [Gangbang] [CNC] - Part 2	Part 1 is [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/sexstories/comments/11rg4ms/my_dads_friends_have_their_fun_fm_gangbang_cnc/). (This part gets more CNC-y, so you've been warned). The door opens and my Dad is standing there, looking at his friends surround his daughter, bent over the couch and clearly about to be fucked. Everyone paused for a moment until he started smiling. "Well... I did tell her to keep y'all company. I'll come back later." The men all smiled and I called out to my Dad, who simply turned around, said "Don't hold back!" and left, closing the door and leaving me with them. They laughed at my begging, and Hank came around and said “mm, she’s real scared now. Just how we like them.” “Your dad knows how we treat little girls. Guess he doesn’t care.” Greg told me. He slapped my face again until I opened my mouth for him. He started fucking my face hard while Hank watched from the front. “Gonna make this good little slut airtight tonight. Mm can’t wait to breed such a young little thing.” I realized it was Michael behind me saying that as he grabbed my hips and pressed his cock against my pussy. I was shaking so much. He entered me and I gasped on Greg’s cock as they started spitroasting me. My eyes started watering as they used me between them. Greg pulled out of my mouth as I gasped and whimpered as Michael fucked me, grabbing my hips and slamming into me. I started yelling and someone told Hank to shut me up. I barely managed to look up at him moving to my face and grabbing my neck hard and choking me. “Oh little girl we’re going to ruin you.” Hank said before he stood back up and started fucking my face. They were spitroasting me so hard. My body pushed back and forth between Greg then Hank and Michael. I was trembling and shaking between them as Mitchell and Dan were slapping at my tits. They all pulled out and let me collapse on the couch. They were smiling and still ready to go. “I think we need a bed for what we wanna do next.” Dan said. They all agreed and Mitchell grabbed my face and said “You ready to have your daddies take you to bed little girl?” I shook my head and Mitchell shook his, “Mm, I don’t think you get to choose.” They picked up my struggling body and took me all the way back to my room and tossed me on the bed on all fours. Mitchell came up behind me and wrapped his belt around my neck. “Now that we don’t have to hold back, I kinda wanna hear her struggle.” I choked and struggled as Mitchell tightened the belt and started ramming into me. Dan and the others started smacking my face and tits from the front. “If we knew Jack was hiding such a good, tight, slutty little girl we would’ve come over much sooner.” Said Dan. He leaned in and whispered in my ear that he was gonna break in my ass tonight. I was almost screaming as Mitchell fucked me so deep and hard while choking me. Dan came behind me and tapped Mitchell out and started fingering my ass hole. The belt was gone so I was whimpering and gasping for air and squirming. Before I knew it, Greg and Dan were suddenly both behind me and getting ready to try and DP me. Michael got up on my bed and started pulling me up to help them fuck me. His cock was swinging in my face as they taunted me. “Your dad knows what we do to little girls. He knows how we take care of them. You’re ours now.” Michael said, right as Greg and Dan pushed inside my ass and pussy, making me gasp and almost scream, which Michael used as an opening to start fucking my face. “Look at her squirm!” One of them said, as they just used me so fucking hard. After a while Hank made me ride him while Mitchell fucked my face. They told each other to break me. “That’s right be a good girl for your daddies.” “We’re definitely coming back little girl.” “Your dad knew we’d break you. It’s what you deserve” It's all I heard over the flurry of them using my body. One of them pulled me onto my back and hung my head over the bed as they took turns fucking my face again, I was choking so much and they were slapping my tits. “Fuck her mouth is perfect for her daddies.” “Yeah man, she was literally born to be used!” Round after round continued, I lost track of time until I felt them starting to come to the end. Michael took me from behind and started fucking, pulling my hair back as the four others stood in front of me and started cumming on my face. I whimpered, I tried to beg them to stop but they didn’t, they knew I wanted it deep down. They came over my face and tits and coated me as Michael grabbed my hips and emptied himself into me. He collapsed on me, his hair heavy body holding me down as I slowly began recovering. "Fuck, we're gonna come over a lot more now." Dan said, all of them agreeing in varying states. Michael whispered in my ear: "That's right, this little body was made for pleasing your daddies. We're just getting started..."
[S/B] Im not good at flirting but i tried a little	(Were both over 18) Ok so ive been really busy the last couple days. I went skiing shopping and bowling with my friends because its our break right now and im trying to stay busy. Me and my brother didnt really do much those days but Friday and Yesterday we did some stuff together. So Friday our mom went shopping and we were watching tv and i kissed him on the cheek when we were like cuddling and he asked me something like "why have you been acting different lately". I got a little nervous at first so i went like "what do you mean". So he said "like kissing me and sleeping together" and i got more nervous and said "I dont know i just wanna do those things with you. Do you want me to stop?" And he said something like "No no no its fine. You just havent done that before". So that made me less nervous lol. Ok then I asked "do you like kissing and sleeping with me" and he said yeah and laughed a little. So i said "good" and I kissed him a little and said "if you wanna do anything with me just ask ok" and he asked like what i meant and i said something like "if you wanna do something like kiss me or something more im ok with it". He was like "what more" and i said "anything really" and he said ok and laughed. We talked about other stuff after that and we slept with each other again Then last night our mom went to a new years eve party and me and my brother stayed up to watch the ball drop and we talked some more and when we mentioned that a boy in our class was dating some girl i said "you know i thought about it and i dont think i need a boyfriend right now because you do like everything Id want my boyfriend to do". So he laughed a little and asked really and i said yeah and laughed and he said something like "I guess im doing good" or "Then i guess im good" or something and said "like in general". I said yeah and "we do everything a boyfriend and girlfriend do except like you know" and he was like "what?" And i said we kiss and cuddle and do basically everything except for sex and i asked if he thought so and he said basically yeah. So i said "i was just thinking that and im like im good right now" and he said he was good too. Ok so we watched the ball drop and went to bed and i kissed him goodnight and when i did he said happy new year and i said it back to him. He said goodnight to me and i said "goodnight. I love you" and he said he loved me too! It wasnt like "im in love with you" but like we both said we loved each other so that made me feel pretty excited. Ok so thats all that happened. Sorry if i wrote it bad i was just trying to remember what we said. I probably didnt write it like exactly like we said it and i didnt right a lot of the joking he did because i didnt wanna make it too long. I think it went good. I think i said too much sometimes and i didnt say things like exactly how i wanted to but it went ok. I dont really have a exact plan lol. Im kinda just doing and saying whatever when i think it makes sense but like if you have advice you cant comment it. Please dont post weird comments telling me to just have sex with him. Like it doesnt work like that.
The Social Media Influencer Convinces Me to Help Her Cheat & Fuck Her [MF] Part 2	My eyes barely shut for the rest of the night. Even when they did close, I was wide awake, or at least my mind was. Bea went back to sleep after I told her I had picked up her phone by mistake, tucking her phone under her pillow before she dozed off. While she had her back to me, my eyes stayed glued to the ceiling, unable to shut. My mind raced, and my mouth now tasted dry and bitter. I just lay there with my fingers interlaced, restlessly trying to make sense out of what happened. Did Bea just cheat? Was I the other guy? Any normal person, any sane person would’ve confronted Bea right then and there, but conflict was my kryptonite. My mouth simply couldn’t mutter the necessary words, oh no. Instead, my mind would take time to let the worry marinate, to the stress soak, to let the nerves jangle. I’d have to rehearse the words that would be used, over and over in my head. The first streaks of sunlight that peeked through the curtains were the excuse I needed to finally get up, not that I got any sleep. Slowly pushing off the bed, so the mattress wouldn’t dip too much, I got a pot of coffee going. “So you’re a morning person too, huh?” Bea chirruped suddenly, interrupting my final rehearsal. “No milk or sugar for me please”, she continued walking into the hall, rubbing her eyes. Exactly the way I took it. Audibly gulping, I feel my Adam’s bob up and down. The words are on my lips, but I can't say them. I’ve always had this issue. I shouldn’t need to rehearse the words, they're only four of them. Their weight though, it's too heavy. Instead, my eyes help me procrastinate, as they run up and down Bea. She’s taken off her makeup from last night and is wearing that sleepy morning look that some women just look incredibly sexy in. It’s this look – the one the morning after, that little window when she’s got no make-up on, her hair isn't yet done and slightly tangled, her mascara off – her eyes looking wider, bigger, her voice with that slight hoarseness – the entire thing turns me on. “Hope you don’t mind,” her fingers pulled against the collar of my favourite white shirt, which she had on. It’s the only thing she’s wearing, with only two or three of the middle buttons done. I couldn’t really tell you how many exactly, my gaze falling on her boobs, which were barely contained, her nipples pressing against the light fabric. Snap out of it, Tyler my mind admirably snaps back. “What do you want to have for breakfast?” Bea’s hands wrap around my neck, giving me a clear view down ~~her~~ my shirt. You – I think to myself. Instead, I somehow sputter back, “Do you have a boyfriend?”. “You did check my pho — “. “I thought it was mine”, I interrupt her, pulling out my own phone. “They look identical. Now, answer the question.” Bea’s eyes study my phone, and they instantly tell me she knows I’m not lying. Her smile slowly snaps off, her lips now a thin line. “Yes I do.” I simply glare at Bea. Her words were too short for me to react, the delivery far too effortless, like she did not care. “It’s complicated, okay?” Bea turns to face away. “He’s an asshole”. “Does he hit you?”. I bridge the gap between us, my hand touching her arm. “No, he has never hit me, never harmed me”. Then the message comes back to me. His message. On her phone. “Then how is he an asshole?”. I turn Bea around to face me. “I’m listening, Bea. Talk to me”. “He’s just controlling, okay,” she says, her lips lightly quivering. “He has to control everything I do. He doesn’t care about me, about how I feel. He makes me feel unwanted, he makes me feel pathetic.” “He didn’t sound like this in the message he sent you”. Bea suddenly awakens. She shrugs my hand off, her whole body animated. “This is what he does!” her eyes flare. “He seems sooo fucking nice in front of everyone. Then, when the doors are shut, he pretends like I don’t exist, like I don’t deserve him, like I’m …. I’m …. beneath him”, her neck muscles straining, her teeth baring. She’s not upset, she’s angry. “Listen, Bea”, I carefully choose my words, my voice clipped. “I’m sorry, but I can’t do this”. “Do what?”. “This,” I point to me, then to her. “I can’t be the other guy.” “Tyler,” Bea exaggerates my name, dragging the er, as if she’s giving herself time to find the right words now. “I told you last night, I don’t need a knight to save me”. She rests her palms on my chest. “I’m just saying this can continue, Patrick doesn’t matter”. There, she said it. His name. Like it wasn’t real, not until she actually uttered the words out loud. “If he’s so bad, why not just break up with him?” I ask the most obvious question, like an idiot. “I —- I can’t okay?”. “I don’t cheat. I don’t cheat on, and I don’t cheat with”. I point to the door. “Please leave”. “Really?” Bea's hands retreat from my pecs to her hips. “I’ll book you an Uber, but you have to go”. “I can book my own fucking Uber”, she scowls at me, storming back to my room. The scent of freshly brewed coffee immediately fills my nose. The smell’s been there for a while, in the background, its heavy notes indicating as much. I nurse my mug and give Bea space. She’s out the door after another ten minutes, without so much as a word. The following days pass without much deviation – my schedule assures me of that. You see, I’m a creature of habit. Up by 6.00am every day, quickly followed by a workout, and then I’m off to the restaurant for the many things that need to be ticked off the list. Yes, I have a list. Most creatures of habit do. Those who don’t aren’t creatures of habit, or they're lying. I have no such qualms about my schedule. I take pride in the fact I have everything planned out. But something threw me off my balance this week. I overslept for the first time in months on one day. The next, I forgot to place an order for a few crates of wine. Thankfully, I only overslept by thirty mins, and my manager Alex has a contact on speed dial to get wine within the hour. Perhaps I know what it is – it's the guilt I feel from being the other man. Could Patrick really be that bad? Was Bea lying the whole time? I need to know more about Patrick – and so I force myself to do something I never thought I would. I pulled up my phone and searched the app store, groaning when I tapped on download next to the purple-orange-pink tile in the app store. To my surprise, my account is still there. I never deleted my account, just the app itself. There were a handful of photos, my last one posted more than four years ago – my arms were smaller, my shoulders more narrow. I type itsbeababe into the search bar, and sure enough, Bea’s profile is the first to pop up. The initial pages of her profile seem familiar, but I keep scrolling, looking for any sign of Patrick. The few pictures in which he’s in are mainly in a group setting. Pictures of the two of them are even fewer, but I do find two or three. The captions aren’t like any of her other posts, they’re short, very short. One is just an emoji of a red heart. The other is just a date. She does look happy in the photos, though, and so does he. He’s got matching blue eyes, while his blonde hair is long, slicked back and touching the nape of his neck. He screams money in every photo – the suit, the shoes, the watch. Shit I scream internally. Jealousy is not an emotion I’m familiar with. I don't think that highly of myself. Instead, it's because I’m just confident in what I am, who I am. The foreign feeling makes me queasy, a weird heavy feeling settling in my chest. A picture of Bea seizes my attention. She’s wearing a white crop top, sans a bra. The white material stopped just by her bra line – her toned midriff exposed. The white material was mildly transparent, the delicious browns of her nipples making a shocking, if subtle appearance. I hadn’t seen this before, deep within her profile. The caption read, #freethenipple. Something about her white top shot my mind back a few days, to Bea standing in front of me, in nothing but my shirt. When she came towards me, I looked down and drank in her whole body being exposed. The memory sends pulses down my body, right down to my cock. I feel it slowly engorge. My eyes glue shut and I take myself back to that day, I can picture Bea there. I drop my phone onto the bed, my other hand pulling my pants down and letting my strangled erection free. Just before I can place my palm over my cock, my phone vibrates. Momentarily I pause, but I can deal with whoever that is after — then it vibrates again. “Who the fuck is it,” I actually curse out loud. The moment I get one glance at the screen, I want to fling my phone out the window. “Fuckkk!” I scream. Right there, below the picture of Bea in a white crop top, is a heart. Except while it was vacant just prior, it was now filled with red. My fingers press into the creases on my nose because that’s not the only thing on screen. There’s a big 4 on the top right of the app, and when I click on it, I find the four new messages are from Bea. ^(Hey) ^(I thought you were 'Mr. Social Media Sucks') ^(Of all the photos, you chose to like, huh? There’s an emoji of shifty eyes next to this message) ^(Hold on, one second) Suddenly, a barrage of images pop up in the chatbox. They're Bea, wearing my white shirt. My eyes dart to my dirty clothes' basket. She took it with her. ^(Took these earlier today.) None of the photos were truly explicit, but Bea didn’t seem to have anything else on – just like the other day. My shirt was long enough to run to her thighs, but the same number of buttons were undone – tantalisingly revealing those curves that formed the upper contours of her breasts. The sun in the photo was bright, so bright that it cast a filter of sorts, revealing what lay beneath my shirt. More dots appeared. ^(Are you hard?) I was. My cock was now almost fully erect, but I couldn't let Bea know. ^(No. Please stop messaging me – I can’t do this.) ^(Why did you like my photo then? That photo?) I didn’t have an answer. Half the blood running through me was pooling below my waist, leaving my mind coming up with nothing but blanks. ^(Fine. Forget it. I’m coming over. Will give you back your shirt, so please let me in.) Even without a voice to her words, without tone, I could tell it was a statement, not a question. There have been many confusing moments in my life, where multiple emotions washed over me all at once. Shamefully, I must admit, that right then and there – with me sitting, pants around my ankles, cock basically fully erect, anger coursing through me, confusion snapping at me, – was up there with some of the worst. Putting on a clean black tee, I stare myself down in the mirror, my brown eyes staring back. Every part of me was the opposite of Patrick. His eyes were green, mine a dark chestnut. He wore suits, while black tees were more up my alley. I always looked younger than my actual age, the slight fade I had was probably the reason. Patrick looked seasoned, like he’d been around. It wasn’t long before there was a buzz at the door, making me wonder just how far away Bea stayed. Somehow, I expected her to be using my shirt. It fit, didn’t it? The picture she was trying to paint. Alas, she did have my shirt, it was just neatly folded and peeping out of the large tote resting in the crook of her arm. “Come in”, I hesitantly say. I have to pry my eyes away as Bea walks past in a white tank top and black denim shorts. While the former gave little away apart from a faint outline of a bra, the latter hugged her bum cheeks like an overeager aunt. She strode into my hall and plucked my shirt out. “I’ll give you your shirt and leave if you answer me one question”, she bites her lips. “Why were you stalking my profile?”. “Stalking? I —” I felt my words bounce off Bea, her brow furrowing, her lips curving at the corners.“Just be honest with me, Tyler”. “I —- I wanted to see Patrick, if he seemed capable of doing such things”. “Things”, she rolled her eyes. “Things Tyler. You’re speaking so slowly, and those are the words you still chose?”. “I’m sorry, okay Bea, but fuck! What do you want me to say? You tell me we’re on a date, but then I find out you had a boyfriend. Have a boyfriend”, I correct myself. “You say you don't need a knight, and yet you expect me to know what to say. I just met you. I went down on you. I barely know you.” The words are coming faster than I can think, that dependable filter of mine had yet to start up. “What am I supposed to say?”. Bea plants her hands on her hips, her mouth not moving. “Finally. God, maybe you’ll be honest with me now”. “About?”. “About why you were stalking me.” “It was because of Patrick,” I repeat. “Nothing else? No other reason at all, hmm?”. Bea’s prodding for an answer she wants, but I don’t know what it is. I open my hand, the veins running down my forearm full as their underlying muscles tensed. “Just tell me what you want to hear, Bea. You be honest with me now.” And for the first time since she entered my condo, I see Bea’s shoulders drop forwards and her hands uncross, like she needed to physically disarm herself before the words she wanted to speak could roll out her mouth. “So you didn’t feel anything?” Bea finally gives voice to the question she came here to ask. “It was good, Bea, but you’re in a relationship,” I remind her. “That wasn’t my question,” she reminds me. There’s a fleeting moment where I consider telling her the truth. Because in that moment, I admitted it to myself, silently. It did feel different, that stupid clichéd spark. There was something about her, instantly I knew. But the moment doesn’t last. I can’t do this, not again. My life has been littered with dramatic, roller-coaster relationships, and I wasn’t about to reinsert myself into another one. My head shakes. “Sorry Bea.” “Fine then.” Bea hands me back my shirt, flicking her hair back. “Because I couldn’t stop thinking about you”. I freeze, just letting her hand and my shirt dangle there. “Did you hear me, Tyler?” she steps closer, bringing her face right below mine. “I said I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” Bea can’t see me gritting my teeth, helplessly trying to keep my shitty poker face at bay, but as her fingers reach out and graze my chest, I can tell she knows. All this while, I worried I would be perceived as the hunter, the ravenous one preying on a helpless other when they were vulnerable. Only now does it dawn on me that I should never have fretted, for I was always the prey, and the hunter was about to go in for the kill. “I thought of you when I fucked Patrick”, she purred. “Bea, stop … I can’t”. “I came, Tyler. I came for the first time in months while fucking him because I closed my eyes and thought of you as he thrust into me.” And then, finally, I snapped. Wordlessly, my mouth was on hers, tugging at her lower lip, then the upper. When her tongue slipped into my mouth, I began to suck on it. “Finally,” she smiled hungrily when I pulled away, my eyes dark and burning with lust. My mouth then slides down her neck, trailing kisses and upon reaching the nape, I nibble. “You can mark me, he’s away for a week,” Bea does well to avoid using Patrick’s name. It only makes me bite harder. Bea can’t stop the moan that’s been brewing within, her hands losing grip of my shirt. It must’ve, because I feel it on my feet as I push her back into my island counter. My favourite shirt. I need her top off — now. My fingers trace down her neck, brushing past her shoulders and follow her sides right down to the curve of her waist, before they go back up and find their way to the hem of her tank top. Bea’s hands rise as I pull it up and off her, almost immediately wriggling out of her shorts. “Hey!” she complains when I stop her, coming in for another kiss. “Patience,” I insisted back. I needed time to drink her in, standing there in a matching set of a lacy white bra and thong. Her boobs perched delicately, lightly pushed up, the op lining of it so low a hint of areola peeped out. “Fuck your gorgeous,” my hands cradle her face.“Why do you still have clothes on?” Bea quickly pulls my jeans down, while I took my shirt off, our actions syncing seamlessly. Bea’s voice is needy when our skin touches. “So good…. ” she manages as my lips run down her body. “Please, fuck me, Tyler”. My large hands grip her bum cheeks. Round and plump, they melt into my palms when Bea wraps her legs around my waist. I massage them eagerly. “If I’m going to fuck you, it’s going to be in my bed,” I growl into her ear, then suck her earlobe.We’re in my room in seconds, both of us only in our underwear. I sit on the edge of the bed, Bea straddling me, her chest rising and falling, her breath stricken. “Leave it on,” I commanded when Bea’s arms reached behind for her bra strap. “Why?” Bea asked, grinding eagerly against the outline of my cock, which was still somehow contained within my boxer briefs. “Because,” I whisper, “I want you to feel what it’s like when my cock rubs against you like this. When I tease you through the fabric of your thong”. I suck her earlobe again and see Bea’s eyes wide. Her hips jerked against mine, hoping she could somehow, someway charm my cock out of my briefs. “That’s not going to work”, I hissed and bit her neck. “Fuck Tyler, please.” “I don’t want you to beg, not today.” I nudge her thighs slightly off me, noticing her juices leave a delicious damp spot on mine, and peel off my boxer briefs. Bea takes this as a cue to do the same, about to wriggle her thong off until I flip her, laying her back first on my bed. “Not yet,” I murmur, my leg pushing between her thighs, which immediately part for me. Bea’s panties are soaked, the white lace dark where her pussy lay beneath. I slowly move my cock over the lace, the curve of my shaft pushing the damp fabric into her slit, sticking ever so slightly. “That feels so good, Tyler,” Bea moans as I pick up the pace. The slightly bumpy sensation of the damp lace on my cock is incredible, her thong the only thing keeping my cock from finally pushing into her.“How does this feel?” I snarl again, my lips kissing, then nibbling the soft supple skin of her chest. I go close to those delicious nipples, my tongue licking around and over the bumps on her areola. “Take it off, Tyler for fuck’s sake!” Bea whimpers, arching her back and pushing her chest into my face. Finally, I heeded her words and snapped the white bra off, flinging it to the corner. “I’m going to suck on your nipples now, and then bite them.” I don’t know why I tell her this, my body is merely a passenger and my mind is driven by lust, aching to see pleasure wash over Bea’s face. My tongue swirls over her nipples, roughing over her bud over and over. Bea’s hands run through my hair, her neck cocks back and her mouth hangs open with a silent moan. First, the left nipple begins to bloom, hardening under the pressure from my tongue flicking and rolling. “Oh fuck”, Bea curses when I lightly rake her right nipple between my teeth. “And now, Bea, I’m going to fuck you”. “Wait,” Bea’s words surprise me. “I want to see your cock before …. ,” she trails off. Her eyes steady and slowly eye my hardness. “Wow … those veins”, she grabs my thickness, wiping precum onto her fingers then sticking them in her mouth. Immediately, my mouth is on hers, our tongues intertwining, tasting myself in her, salty and sweet. “Okay, go on then”, Bea pushes me away. “Fuck me”. “As you wish, Bea,” I concede, rolling a condom on. My teeth pull at her bottom lips one last time, then I kiss down her throat, her chest, her midriff, her navel then the top of her thighs. Bea’s hands roam all around my back, first pulling my hair, then her nails dig into my back, looking for something, anything to grip and channel her pleasure. And then, I push apart her pussy lips with my sheathed cock, running my entire length over her opening. Agonisingly, I repeat this again, then once more. Bea’s face is flush when she looks down at me, her eyes wide, her pussy ravenous. That’s when I finally lined up my cock, and slowly push into her, my gaze never straying away from hers, and hers never from mine. Bea lets out a whimper, a needy, pleading, feral whimper and her eyes drip with pleasure. I almost cum right there. She feels warm and tight and wet all at once. I groan, inching a little more in, then pull out, and slowly push in again, only allowing her pussy to feel my first few inches. Bea’s thighs close around me. They’re weak, shaky, but she’s trying to get me all the way in. “Mngggg,” is all Bea’s mouth utters when I finally push all the way in, and then, “Oh God Tyler.” I slowly build a rhythm, my hands on either side of her, pushing my hips higher so when we grind, her clit rubs against me. Bea doesn’t speak, the only sounds that fill the room is that of our damp, sweat riddled skin slapping and sticking against one another. “Don’t stop, Tyler, I’m close,” Bea finally admits, barely a few minutes after I’ve entered her. Bea’s hands then ran around my back, her nails digging into my back one last time in preparation for what’s to come. “I want you to look at me when you come,” I tell her. She forces her eyes open, staring into me. I continue thrusting, feeling her heavenly pussy grow tighter and tighter around my cock, gripping me, milking me until, finally, she says. “I’m going to come. I’m gonna come.” She’s looking at me when I feel her pussy convulse around my cock, her orgasm slowly spreading out and over every inch of her body, her back arching and her toes curling and her eyes rolling. “Tell me if it’s too sensitive,” I sputtered, almost breathless, continuing to thrust into her.“Don’t fucking stop, Tyler,” she responds. We share a deep kiss, Bea moaning into my mouth, her nipples rubbing up and down my chest. Only a minute or so later and Bea urgently blurts out, “Tyler, I’m cumming again. Oh … fuckk,” she croaks, this time her face contorts, her eyes shutting tight and her neck cocking and her face facing away. I felt her body jerk into me over and over, and her pussy somehow getting even tighter around my cock. “I’m close,” I quickly tell her when I see her body finally ease and settle. “On me …. Cum on, me”, she breathlessly says. The condom is off the moment I pull out, and within seconds my cock loses all control, my balls emptying and pumping out white-hot ropes of cum, glazing her chest, her nipples, and then her midriff. I curse and loudly groan. Hovering over her, we just stare at each other, both winded. “I love how vocal you are,” she admires the amount of cum I’ve painted her chest with. Without thinking, I slowly lower myself onto her, our bodies pressing against each other, and then I roll her around and onto me. Our sweat and my smothered cum glued our skin together, Bea’s boobs pushed up, pressed against me. “You’re glorious,” I tell her, then kiss her. “You’re not so bad yourself,” Bea toys with me, then lightly pecks my lips. She takes time resting on me, before rolling off and pulling my hand around her chest. We shared a shower shortly after, and then later drifted off. While Bea stayed the night, my eyes caught her phone light up at odd hours. I chose to ignore it, my conscious pacified, caged for one night. The guilt should’ve been eating away at me and yet, I felt barely a pang. It was too late now. I had just got on another roller coaster ride.
[S/S] The Sisters Grimm: Having an (Ongoing) Lesbian Orgy (Update 21)	Okay, so I'm literally in the middle of a lesbian orgy but I'm taking a break for now. However I'm feeling super horny and exhibitionistic so you're getting this update and you're gonna like it. Normally I heavily abridge my stories but this one will be even more so because of the circumstances. This is basically just me venting because I'm in heat and my sister won't leave me alone and there's a couple of extremely hot girls who stole our bed and I'm a hopeless slave to The Horny at this point. Disclaimer(s): This story features a 4-way orgy and I'm really hurrying the fuck up to write it so it might be a bit short and poorly edited. I do apologize for that. Our names are Marina (31 - author, narrator) and Alexa (30 - mains Brian Fury in Tekken because she's bad and needs to play as an OP character to win). Yes, unfortunately we are real sisters which means Alexa is CONTINUING TO ANNOY ME BY EATING ME OUT WHILE I'M TRYING TO EDIT THIS PLEASE HELP. No, we do not want your dick pics. All sexual acts were/are/will be performed by fully consenting adults aged 18+. Remember, consent is sexy. \--- Okay, so rewind to this morning. Alexa has 2 friends-with-benefits who are a lesbian couple she met on a fetish site. Now, I've never met these people personally. But a couple days ago, she gave them my contact info and a few nudes later and I was sold. They're a couple who were specifically looking for an orgy, to my understanding, and met Alexa a month or 2 back. She openly told them about our relationship when they first met because it's the Internet and therefore easy to just block and move on if they weren't accepting. Needless to say, they were certainly really intrigued. And after a little while, Alexa gave them my contact info and the rest was history. Now I'm gonna call them Jo and Melissa and that's a deep fuckin' cut and if anyone knows what those names are from then you're awesome and you have earned my undying affections. This is also gonna be really fucking funny for me to write, consequently. Anyway, Jo has straight blonde hair and Melissa's got brown wavy hair, and they both have utterly phenomenal bodies. One of them, Jo, has literally one of the best pairs of tits I've seen in a while, like hers are super perky and the perfect size and I'm so fucking jealous. The other's got a set of DD-ish implants and they're also glorious. They're in their early-20s so their bodies are just fucking perfect to be honest, like I don't know where the fuck Alexa found these people but they seriously look like fucking pornstars or something, I swear. Anyway. So this morning, we got up at about 7:30 or 8AM. I was so fucking tired because I was actually quite busy last night (not doing sexy things, mind you, doing car things) and ended up only sleeping for about 5 or 6 hours. But when there's an orgy to be had, you bet your skinny ass I'm getting up for that shit. I was in a bit of a hurry because I overslept, and I was extremely horny because I edged all night last night. So I didn't even bother showering, I just threw on a pair of lingerie, expecting them over at any moment. I put on this super, super fucking skimpy red strappy bra that was basically just a harness that covered my nipples to be honest, and matching thong. Initially my sister put on some white more conservative (but also see-thru) lingerie but we'll get to that. After sexting like 5 fucking people because I was (and still am) feeling super show-offy and horny, Alexa got a phone call. They're gonna be an hour late. Fuck my life. I was ready to explode at this point. As punishment, I forced my sister to eat me out (which she did with an unusually high amount of vigor -- she was also super horny at this point, we both got stood up) and sat right on her face. Just to rub it in a little, I kept texting my friends as her tongue pleased me, paying as little attention as possible and holding her in righteous contempt. It's her fault, after all, her FWBs, not mine. Okay, her white lingerie wasn't gonna be nearly good enough for me. No, I needed to punish her. I needed her in something proper, befitting the slut-whore she is. Mind you, we were playing around for like 45 minutes or some shit by this point. Just constantly teasing and edging each other (well, trying to, anyway. We did have very near misses a few times). And they were due over any minute. But holy shit, my sister looked so hot when she changed. She had (has) on this black leather and lace harness with a thick choker going down to straps surrounding her tits and a wide-open pussy and ass for easy access. The straps accent her lines so well, and ever-so-gently constrict her ass, making her already bubbly rear end pop out even more. It frankly looks just disgustingly hot on her. She put on a T-shirt and Daisy Dukes to (somewhat) hide the straps, though they were plainly visible on her legs and torso anyway, of course. After a few spicy pics and sexts in this absolutely ridiculous lingerie set, we only just managed to throw on some clothes over our sets before they finally arrived. Christ, they took their sweet-ass time. I opened the door and honestly wasn't sure if my sister and I would invite them in or chastize them, but we were so blinded by horniness that we frankly couldn't care less. As it turned out, one of their animals ran out the door and they had to get them back in the house before they could leave so fair enough. That said, their outfits certainly did them justice. Jo had on thick black fishnets, pink heels, a black Iron Maiden band tee, and some black satin underwear (literally nothing else) under a puffy coat, and Melissa had on a short skirt and thick pink sweater -- what was underneath was anyone's guess. We invited them in and I couldn't help but notice their asses swaying as they walked past, eyeing Alexa and just mouthing the words, "God damn." Alexa nodded her head and raised her eyebrows in approval, and they introduced themselves to me. "Wow, you two really do look alike," Jo said to me with a bit of shock, "Oh, I hope you don't mind us being so late, really, I'm so sorry." "No no, it's okay," we both said pretty much in unison before I continued, "Anyway, I'm Marina." We sat down and had a chat about our respective relationships for like 15 or 20 minutes. Jo and Melissa are also in an open relationship, but sadly are still just experimenting, so this is likely to be a one-time affair as they're still discovering their own sexuality to an extent. To be honest they look fucking amazing, though, I know I already said that but Jesus Christ, they looked so phenomenal. And they knew it, too. Like Jo's legs were open the whole time and she had the biggest fucking cameltoe, and Melissa tucked in her sweater a bit to show off those amazing jugs she was hiding underneath. I'm just gonna abridge all this fucking dialogue and skip to the smut in the interest of time here. If anyone wants more details, feel free to ask. But I'm in a hurry so bear with me. "Oh, so how far have you two gone?" Melissa asked us, "Like, yeah, you said you're together, but..." Yeah, you know what's coming next. Challenge accepted. I leaned over and we immediately shot our tongues at one another. As they fully extended and started twirling against each other, I could hear Jo and Melissa moan together off to my right -- clearly they weren't expecting us to be so bold. "Oh my God, that is so hot," I heard Jo gasp as they both came over to have a closer look. Within 2 minutes of them oogling us making out, I lifted up my sister's shirt and exposed her bare breasts restrained in her harness, cupping one and teasing her nipple as our tongue piercings happily clacked together. Naturally, she returned the favor and helped me out of my shirt as well, tossing it on the ground behind our couch. It wasn't long before I felt a body come up behind me -- Jo's body, specifically, having taken off her coat and top, revealing a black lace bra underneath. I let her replace Alexa's hand on my breast as she kissed my neck, and Melissa soon joined us as well, doing the same thing to Alexa. Eventually, I couldn't take it anymore, these two women were just too fucking hot and clearly just as heated as we were. So I broke off Alexa's kiss and rotated around. "Heeeyy..." I moaned as Jo firmly gripped my boob and she hiked a leg up over me before getting on top and straddling me. Her absolutely stunning tits were all up in my face, but I had to have a taste of her mouth before anything else. Apparently Alexa and Melissa were way ahead of me, as they were full-on making out in each other's arms already. Jo's tongue moved ridiculously quickly, like she has one of those tongues that just like flicks really really fast back and forth which is so hot. I wish my tongue could do that. My left hand shot down to her ass, gripping her panty-covered cheek as my other hand unbuckled her bra, letting her tits fly out for all to see. We sat there and made out and squeezed our tits for about 5 minutes before I swapped over to Melissa, who was just as eager to make out. However, Melissa was a bit more hands-on, preferring deeper open-mouth kissing and going straight for my kitty, not at all fucking around. It didn't take us long to all get naked. Well, all of us besides my sister -- her harness wouldn't come off in a hurry, but it didn't really need to, considering the fact that all her goods were on full display anyway. Both Jo and Melissa are petite, so we could barely slip two fingers in each of them before they ran out of space. Meanwhile, they had absolutely no problems fitting four, then fisting us both as we sat with our legs crossed over one another, making out on the couch. God damn, it was hot. We did a mixture of 69ing up to a full-on orgy wheel as each of us ate someone else out right there on the living room floor. This went on for a solid 90 full minutes. They kept at it, too. Even when we stopped to take a breather, they were just scissoring their pure little hearts out on the couch and we sat there and enjoyed the show. They also fell in love with our ability to squirt; at one point, my sister showered them both and they legit just laughed and rinsed each other off in her cum and it was the hottest fucking thing. Right now (EDIT: a half-hour or so ago), Jo's sitting beside me, still extremely horny and rehydrating with me. Throughout writing this story, she's been steadily petting my pussy and kissing my cheek. Apparently she's also an exhibitionist like we are. Meanwhile, my sister's now gone into our room and is doing God-knows what with Melissa. Probably befouling my side of the bed, knowing how much of a nuisance she tends to be. Basically we're both currently being cucked. Okay, I really must apologize for cutting this short but they finally came out of the bedroom and went to go grab something to drink so I'm gonna go ask if we should shower because we really gotta clean up a little. I hope these ladies like the water to be at a near-boil since that's what they're getting. (EDIT: This story took so fucking long to write that they went back into our bedroom and kept at it for another half-hour. My sister replaced Jo at my side and made me cum again and now I'm editing while all hot and bothered. Not sure if that detail's necessary but I thought I'd throw it in there for posterity's sake.)
(20f) creating a voyeur paradise	As I get deeper into the world of kink, my fantasies become more and more depraved. I've reached a point now where simple things like posting myself or smaller roleplays just don't do it for me anymore. Recently, I had an idea for something that may get me off harder than I ever have before, and needed to test it. I texted one of my fwb to see if he wanted to try it, and as I expected he agreed. The concept was this: I open up a chatroom on Omegle with a horny stranger. One of these would be pretty easy to find, but I needed a real perv for this to work. After a couple of tries, I finally found someone who seemed to fit the role. I asked him a few dirty questions and he responded like a perverted older man would, so I knew it was go time. Inevitably, he told me to start showing off. I happily obliged, and started stripping myself and playing with my tits. Pretty soon his cock was out. It was pretty nice, girthier than I'm used to. I let it escalate to the point where I was getting out my toys, then signaled for my fwb to walk in. His job was simple: Pretend to be a jealous boyfriend and punish me on camera for being a slut. Sounds easy enough, right? I thought so. Instead, he took it a different direction. Instead of sticking to the script and saying "baby, what the fuck are you doing??", he used my first name. I immediately knew he had something planned, but wasn't sure what. I started haphazardly explaining that I thought he wasn't home, and he shouted "is this what my stepdaughter does when she thinks nobody's looking?" I was drenched immediately. I was no stranger to taboo scenarios, but I didn't think he had the balls to try that in front of someone else. I turned and saw that our guest was still stroking his cock, with no intention of logging off. Plan was still on. I attempted to explain again that I was just bored and it didn't mean anything, but he continued getting more aggressive. "Can you imagine what would have happened if your mother walked in instead of me? Do you know how long you'd be grounded?!" He walked closer to me. With the level I was at in my desk chair, my head was exactly at crotch level. He moved to where his lower half could be seen on camera. I glanced back at the monitor and saw the perv jerking even harder. "Are you fucking stupid? What's it gonna take to get you to stop being such a fucking slut?" I started faking tears, telling him how sorry I was and that I could make it up to him. "You bet your ass you can. This is the last time I let you get away with this." He unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. He slapped me in the face twice and then grabbed me by my mouth. "If you say a word to your mother about this, then I'll tell her what you're doing here." He leaned down in the camera and addressed the viewer. "I hope you enjoy this you sick fuck. Best show in the fucking world right here." He shoved his cock into my mouth while I continued to fake cry. I had hooked up with this guy a few times while we were closer friends, but I noticed that his cock had grown since then, and he knew how to use it properly now. I gagged twice and almost threw up. He continued to slap me and force himself further down my throat. In the corner of my eye I could see the older man furiously stroking, being so careless in his motions that I could see his face in the corner of the screen, intently watching. My "stepdad" started to move faster, and it felt like my jaw was about to fall off. Finally, I watched as the older man finished all over himself, then covered up. We both knew that meant he would likely leave, so before I knew it my mouth and throat were flooded with hot cum. I quickly released off of his dick, swallowed what I could and let the rest fall onto my exposed dick. My fwb leaned back down into the camera, shamed the viewer again for watching like a perv, and slapped me before leaving the room. I typed in the chat: "Do you still think I'm cute?", still dripping at the mouth. As a response, he logged out of the chat, presumably to go clean up.
[M/S] [A/ne] I am very attracted to my sons. Update 384. Stopping by Tommy's University and taking Michael to his rightful home.	Stepping out of my car, I saw Tommy waiting for me in front of the lecture hall as I had instructed. My white blouse was purposefully unbuttoned just enough to show off my lacy, ivory bra. With a quick tilt of my head, I motioned to my car and my nephew got in the passenger seat. Minutes later we arrived at the parking lot of an office building and I, no sooner than the car was in park, kissed him. My tongue plunged into my horny nephew's mouth and my hand tickled the jeans that covered the cage his cock was housed in. He writhed and moaned and then I suddenly stopped. "You can walk back, can't you Honey?" I asked deviously. Confused, he responded "Yeah, ok." Then began getting out of the car. I grabbed his belt and pulled him back in while giggling. Upon opening his pants, I produced the key to the tiny lock and watched his cock spring forth with power. "I would never leave you when you need me" I said in a pouty, baby-talk voice. He brayed and moaned as his wicked Auntie sucked him. It didn't take long before he came with a volume I could barely handle. After I had swallowed his man-milk and let him recover briefly, I handed him his chastity cage and instructed him to put it on as we drove back to the university. He deserved a little treat. Last night, with my lips to Michael's ear, I hissed "Do you want to squirt in Mommy's mouth or in your warm, wet home?" Michael squeaked out the words "Inside you Mom..." On top of him I took his authoritative cock inside me. I smiled thinking about how his penis feels bigger than his whole body when I birthed him so many years ago. Staring into his dark eyes, I see part of my soul inside him and felt an incomparable love. He called me "Mommy" as he came inside me and made me proud to be his mother. My sons are 22 and 27 and my nephew is 19. Before you ask, I am not interested in you or any other internet stranger.
I got pegged/used by my sister in law Alex.	Apparently, sisters talk because a few days later, my wife's sister Alex called me, asking about my time with Wilda and my wife. I was a bit pissed that they told their sister and wonder if they told the other two sisters. I told her the truth and told her I really enjoyed it. She told me that she wanted to play and my wife said it was ok. I was a bit skeptical so I told her I'd think about it. As soon as I got off of the phone, my wife asked who I was talking to. I told her Alex and she just smiled and said to go for it. I played dumb but my wife set me straight. She told me that all four of her sisters know and want to play. I thought about it. All of my wife's sisters are hot and I'd fuck any of them and my wife knew it. I began to get hard and my wife saw it. She grabbed my hardening dick and told me to go for it. I sent Alex a message telling her I'm on my way. When I arrived at Alex's house, she answered the door naked. Other than Wilda, all of my wife's sisters are curvy. She looked better than I had imagined and I was instantly hard. Without saying anything, she took my hand and let me to her bedroom. There were a variety of toys and other things laying on the bed. I was both intimidated and nervous. Alex is normally a quiet person but I was about to see a different side of her. "Get undressed now. I'm about to make you my little bitch. Wilda took it easy on you. If you can handle me you can handle my other two sisters." She grabbed a whip from the bed as I undressed. As I pulled my pants down, she smacked my ass, hard. I yelped a little, more by surprise than by pain. "Hurry up," she said as I started to pull my boxers off. Another smack, this time on my bare ass. This one stung but also felt good. Alex pointed to the ground and I went to my knees. She put her foot on my chest and told me to rub her foot. I grabbed it and started to rub. A few seconds later, she told me to suck her toes. I gladly did that and she seemed to also enjoy it. She switched feet a couple of times. I was able to get a good look at her pussy. She had a fairly long bush on top but clean shaved down below. I could also see she was extremely wet. After a few minutes, she told me to get on the bed. She tied my arms and legs to the bed, leaving me at her mercy. She puts a pillow under my ass, raising it up. Alex grabbed some lube and a buttplug. I nervously watched her lube up the plug and her finger. She rubbed her finger around and then up my ass. She took the plug and popped it in my ass. I jumped and winced because it was bigger than the strapon Wilda and my wife used on me. The next thing I know, Alex climbs onto my face. Her pussy is very wet and has a strong smell. It's not bad but very noticeable. She grinds on my face as I try to lick her. After a couple of minutes, she lifts up and spins around. She leans down and puts me in her mouth. Her warm mouth feels wonderful on my throbbing dick. As we are doing 69, she reaches over and grabs a dildo and the lube. She lubes the dildo and continues to suck me. I noticed the dildo is thicker that the one Wilda used on me and I become a little nervous. I feel Alex pull the buttplug out and almost instantly, puts the dildo in its place. I winced again as the thickness of the dildo takes me by surprise. Alex then begins to work it back and forth slowly while continuing to suck me. I quickly get used to the larger object and begin to moan on her pussy. The more I moan, the faster she goes. She's starting to hit that magical spot that will make me cum plus her giving me head intensifies the experience. She takes me out of her mouth and tells me not to stop and that she's going to cum. I slip two fingers inside her and she starts quivering on my face, having an orgasm. Once her orgasam is over, she goes back to sucking me. She also increases the speed and depth of the dildo in my ass. In just a couple of minutes, I'm ready to cum. I give Alex warning and she pulls me out of my mouth and stokes me with her free hand. My ass raises in the air as I cum. I feel a few shots come out before I feel her put me back in her mouth. Once I quit quivering, Alex gets off of me and shows me her face. There was cum all over her face. Apparently she enjoys facials. She takes her finger and gathers the cum off of her face and puts it in her mouth. "You taste good brother in law. Heidi and Dani will definitely have fun with you. If you're lucky, they'll both let you fuck them."
[M/S] [S/b] I am very attracted to my sons. Update 340. My first secret rendezvous with Pat.	A final moment of primping in my full-length mirror was blissfully interrupted by the sound of my half-brother's car door closing. I strutted to the door covered in a light scent of jasmine. The belt of my short, silk burgundy robe was tight, but the collar was open to show just enough cleavage. My body was naked, sans for the robe and my feet were bare. I licked my lips and opened the door. He carried two toolboxes and that made our initial hug awkward, but it was a cute moment. The glass door was open, and the screen let in lots of fresh air as Pat began asking me questions about the dishwasher. I wasn't sure what to say, so I lied and said, "It keeps making loud thumping noises." He nodded and knelt on the floor next to the open dishwasher. I reached into my pocket and took out a Cherry Clove cigarette and lit it as I stood behind him. Quietly, I leaned down and exhaled a long stream of smoke onto the back of his neck. He froze and became silent. Another drag and I placed my lips mere millimeters from his ear and softly blew smoke into it. Slowly, he stood, and I followed his lead, staying just above him and then I hopped onto the counter smiling. He turned to face me, looking primal and masculine. "Pat, the dishwasher is fine." I said and placed the cigarette to his lips and, at the same time opened my robe revealing my nude body to him. "Want some?" I coyly asked. I tossed the cigarette into the sink and his hands pushed my robe open as they seized my hips. I began kissing his neck with a lustful fury. My hands opened his jeans and yanked his cock free; it was average in size but indescribably hard. It almost felt fake, but the soft, pliable head and thick veins showed me how deliciously real it was. As I stroked it, and we kissed like lovers I hissed "You had better give your fucking hammy to your little sister..." Pat moaned and created a sound beyond words, made of pure rageful desire. Sorry guys, I am still processing all of this. I am on cloud nine and will finish telling you about my adventure tomorrow. My sons are 22 and 27. I never want to discuss your penis.
Forever Hung (Part 18) [sci-fi] [slow burn] [all characters over 21] [oral] [anal play]	Harry was hard at work on his carpentry project in the morning, though he was in a less dour mood than usual. As I walked out with my coffee, he whistled in time with his hammer. “Slept well?” I asked. “Not especially, why?” “Was that ‘Hot Cross Buns?’ “ “A good night, I guess,” he said. “I saw flickers of the old Clara.” “Oh.” I felt a surprising pang. “It’s consummated, then?” I asked, trying to keep a jovial tone. “I wouldn’t say that, but…” and he trailed off, balancing a board with his knee as he nailed it in place. That night, for the first time since Clara’s arrival, I was woken by the faint sound of moaning through the vents. I recognized it, of course, and again found myself so consumed with jealous thoughts—had he finally just pinned her against the wall? Thrown her onto the mattress? Torn open her nightie?—that I was unable to sleep. I turned to Maddie, asleep with her back to me. I glanced over her naked back, down to where the sheet draped so soundly across her bum, a hint of cleavage there. I gave my finger a lick, touched it to her lower back, then began to slip it lower, glacially into the crevasse of her cheeks. Maddie jumped a bit when I found it—the small circle, the gentle give—but I felt her ever so slightly begin to accept the soft tip of my finger. But as I pushed, she leapt again at the first sign of depth. She turned to me, kissed my cheek, then fell back asleep. \\\* Clara stood on the back porch the next morning, looking radiant. She leaned against a pillar and watched Harry haul a large beam. “He must be thrilled,” I said, nodding toward her bulging beast of a husband. “Sounds like you left the convent last night.” She kicked my shin without looking at me. “Done saving yourself?” I asked. “If you must know,” she said, “I let him do the same thing I let you do with your mouth.” “It’s okay if there was more.” I moved my hand beneath her dress, confident I wouldn’t be seen by anyone at this angle. “You can’t stay a virgin forever.” “Maybe I’m still deciding who to give it to,” Clara said, pressing her ass back against my palm. “You didn’t give him this?” Harry looked in our direction and we both waved as I hooked a finger beneath the strap of her thong. She waited until Harry was busy with his hammer. “That’s just for you,” she said over her shoulder. \\\* Again that night I was woken by the distant croon of her moans, more rhythmic than the night before. I laid there waiting for a change in cadence, something to reassure me that he wasn’t banging her against an armoire. But every pause was followed by a new pattern of breathless satisfaction. I grabbed my robe from the back of a chair, kissed Maddie on the shoulder, and left for the east wing. I didn’t hear much as I approached their bedroom from the hallway. I thought perhaps it was done. That whatever had happened had happened. But as I got closer I heard Harry’s low groans, deep and mellow. Pressing my ear to the door, I heard Clara, a velvety purr, but muffled as if her mouth were full. This was fine, I thought. Acceptable behavior. I heard a loud spank. A giggle. A period of silence. Then Clara, the slow, swelling sigh of a deep pleasure, soon broken into short, panting bursts. And Harry, overcome by a labored grunting, an occasional muttering of his wife’s name. And, crucially, a steady, rhythmic smacking sound for which I found it impossible to imagine an innocent explanation. I tested the doorknob. It was unlocked, but I thought better of it and walked away. Returning to my room, I heard music from downstairs. Following the sound, I discovered that it came from the lab, where Madison was hunched over a computer—my computer, in fact. I knew I should have asked what she was doing, what could be keeping her up so late when the project was all but complete, but I didn’t. I frankly didn’t care. The professor, I decided, could handle his own affairs. Opening my bedroom door, I saw Maddie sitting on the edge of the bed, holding the sheet to her chest. She sighed and glanced toward the vent with a pout. “They woke me up,” she said. I took a pillow and tossed it against the grate. She wrapped her arms around my legs and rested her head against my stomach as I stood in front of her. “Where did you go?” Maddie asked. “They woke me up, too, so I went to get a glass of water.” I brushed my fingers through her hair. She pressed a sleepy kiss against the fabric of my robe. Perhaps driven by the far-off sound of Clara’s want, Maddie slid her arms around me through the opening of the robe. She again rested her head against me for a moment, then softly kissed my bare stomach. As Clara groaned, Maddie uncinched my belt. She kissed lower, across the bone of my pelvis. She pushed me back a step, let the sheet fall from her chest, then knelt on the floor between the bed and I. It’s clear in hindsight when the shift occurred. Maddie, her blonde hair nearly white in the moonlight. Her eyes, staring up at me, as round as her puckered mouth as her head glided toward me then away, toward me then away. Maddie, taking her time as she always did, her hands placed unhurriedly on her knees. She could spend an eternity at this pace, making me beg, until I became pent to such a frenzy that she could remove her mouth entirely, take her waiting breasts in her hands, then send me into convulsions with only the slightest flicks of her tongue. But after a few moments of her demure performance, Maddie began to act strangely. She suddenly seemed unable to control her appetite. She closed her eyes, moaning as she sucked more vigorously. She sat upright on her knees, squeezing her left breast as she tilted her head in new angles. She pressed my cock up flat against my stomach, licked longingly along the underside, then let it drop back into her mouth as she wrapped a hand around the base. When I warned her that this was too much, that I couldn’t last this way, she rose just enough to sit on the bed. She squeezed her arms together, held one hand across her nipples to keep me from slipping away, then began pumping my cock between her pert breasts. “Oh my god,” she panted. “I can’t believe it worked.” I had no idea what she meant; I was too close to respond. “I’m sorry, Charlie,” she said, but I was too gone to concentrate. “Why can’t I just be satisfied with your big cock?” More was said. I heard the word “open,” I heard the word “borrow.” I didn’t know what they meant. Then, more clearly, I heard the words “touch,” “hard,” and “swallow.” I watched as I came, a sudden rush of white which fell across Maddie’s chin, the corner of her mouth, followed by diminutive bursts, then a thin, steady flow. The overflowing of the well. An alabaster veil across her décolleté. Maddie licked a drop from her lip, then used the sheet to wipe her chest and neck. She wiped me, as well, wrapping the cotton around my still-erect cock, dabbing it dry. “I should get a shower,” she said. “Do you forgive me?” “Maddie,” I said, catching my breath. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” “Maddie,” she repeated softly with a nervous smile. “I only need to use her for a little bit.” She stood and gave my cock one last apologetic squeeze. She walked toward the bathroom, but instead of entering, she kept walking to the hallway door. She wiped her hands on the underside of her bum before turning the knob. She checked down both ends of the hallway, then she slipped—her lithe, naked body—from my door to Madison’s.
[MF] - Morning fuck in the office (part 3 with Brittany)	This has turned into a bit more of a saga than I anticipated/expected. But, the first two parts got enough interest that I felt compelled to add one more recent encounter with Brittany before moving on. This time around, I figured I'd add a visual for those interested. I did some ahem research to find the closest possible resemblance to [Brittany](https://imgur.com/a/3XNsIuk). You can find some photos of me in my profile. [Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/zlxu3q/mf_some_work_christmas_parties_are_worth_going_to/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3) [Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/11a3jav/mf_turns_out_she_didnt_fuck_me_for_her_job/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3) My office is set up in such a way that no one would know I was in my office unless the lights were turned on. When my assistant works from home (most Fridays), I intentionally leave all the lights off to avoid having to deal with others. Of course, that also means anyone could sneak up to my office door without me knowing. “So you are here!” I almost fell out of my chair hearing someone just outside my door. “Jesus christ you scared the shit out of me!” I gave a small, relieved smile at the sight of Brittany leaning against the door frame. My smile grew wider as I eyed her stunning body. She was in a dark gray pencil skirt that perfectly framed her ass along with a matching jacket with a black top underneath. She finished the look with a pair of black heels – slightly different than the ones from my prior story. She giggled while I came down from my minor heart attack. “What was I supposed to do? You’re sitting in your office like a vampire. Why are you even here at 7:00 a.m.?” “Uhhhh, well, I work here. Why are YOU here at 7:00 a.m.? This is the time I always get into the office.” I immediately noticed the chocolate donut on a plate in Brittany’s hand. “I was dropping off donuts for everyone and was going to leave one in your office as a surprise.” She held it out towards me, almost as a peace offering for the scare. “Why is it so quiet around here? I only saw two other people.” “Well, again, its 7:00 a.m.,” I gave Brittany a sarcastic response, “and it’s a Friday. Attorney’s do everything they can to avoid working on a Friday.” “I’m guessing the lights off are your way of hiding from everyone then…” Brittany took a small step into my office. “Are you busy right now?” I shook my head as my cock began to stiffen sensing what may be coming. The door slowly closed behind Brittany. I kept a close eye on Brittany as she moved around my desk towards me. “Have you ever fucked in your office?” Her voice was low but seductive. I was rock hard just hearing ask the question. “Not this particular office,” I grinned back at her. “I’m going to act like you said ‘no’ and this is a very exciting moment for you,” she snapped back. Brittany then leaned down spinning my chair to face her. She pressed her lips into mine for a slow, long kiss. “No one is going to come looking for you, right?” I shook my head again prompting Brittany to drop to her knees. She made quick work of my belt and pants tugging them down to my ankles. Brittany quickly took me into her mouth circling her tongue around my head. I leaned back into my chair keeping my moans of pleasure as quiet as I could. She started taking me deeper inch by inch until she had almost all of me in her mouth. I began to collect Brittany’s hair into my hand when she stopped and looked up. “Don’t get too carried away. I have to go into my office after this,” she explained before returning her mouth to my dick. Brittany worked her mouth up and down my shaft as my eyes went back and forth between the top of her head and the door. She then got to her feet and unzipped her pencil skirt. I remained seated stroking myself while watching as she carefully laid it flat on an uncluttered part of my desk. She then did the same with her jacket leaving her in nothing more than a black body suit. I stood up and stepped out of my pants. We kissed again. During our embrace, Brittany’s hand found my cock and she continued where I had just left off. Brittany found a spot next to my computer and leaned forward resting on her forearms and elbows. I watched her slide one hand between her legs. She rubbed her slit through her body suit momentarily until she found the button hold it together. Once released her suit popped free revealed her glistening pussy. I took that as my queue and entered her. The mixture of her saliva on my cock and her own juices made it easy for every inch of me to disappear inside Brittany. She let out a high pitched moan and turned towards me. “You’re sure nobody is going to come back here?” I grabbed her hips and gave her a few slow, methodical thrusts. “No, I promise. Do you want me to stop?” Brittany immediately shook her head and turned back away from me. “Just tell me when you’re going to cum, ok?” she asked while started to push herself back against me. We continued in a well synced back and forth rhythm. When I dug my fingers into her hips and began to fuck her harder, she started to lose focus of where she was. “Fuck! Jack! Fuck me… like that!” Her ass jiggled as I pounded her with every inch I had. “Right there…. Right there…” “Shhhhhh! You need to be quiet!” I finally had to say something as her whispers were approaching screams. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Just keep going!” Brittany put her hand over her mouth releasing a long moan. I felt her walls clench around my cock prompting me to warn Brittany of my own incoming orgasm. Not wasting a second, Brittany turned around dropping into a squat position. She wrapped her lips around my cock and used her hand to pump out my orgasm. I held back my own moan as I felt my cum shoot into Brittany’s mouth. She swallowed every last drop. It took us both a second to compose ourselves and get dressed. “Do you think anyone heard that? I don’t look like I was just fucked, do I?” I assured her she looked fantastic
[B/S] I'm visiting my parents and things with my sister blew up.	Alright y'all. Let’s finally catch up. Monday was a normal work day. Given that it was the conclusion of a long, stressful weekend, I decided to treat myself to a nice bottle of whiskey. Barely after cracking it open and pouring myself a drink, my sister called me, telling me she was outside. Giving me a kiss on the cheek, she said hello. I stopped for a moment - I think - to just look at her for a second, but she walked in immediately after. Once inside, she sat down in the living room as if we were about to discuss finances. “Ouuu serious conversation,” I said, in a nervously silly tone. “Yeah, there’s something I need to talk to you about. But first - before I say anything else - I'd like you to tell me what you wanted to address since like a week ago,” She responded in a friendly, yet sober tone. Taking a moment to think about it, I stayed silent. Although I very much wanted to have a similarly ‘professional’ conversation, I no longer had anything to discuss. After all, my original concern was about my parents doing stuff in front of her. But now that we’d all participated, there was nothing to say. Telling her there was nothing to talk about, she began, as if she'd been waiting to be given the go-ahead. Not only that, but her words sounded extremely cold and calculated. She clearly practiced what to say ahead of time. It had the timing of a theater monologue. Because you and I already know my posts are long enough, I won’t give you the word-by-word. But I’ll give you the brass tacks. She started by telling me she had come full circle on our break up. That she now fully understands - and agrees - with the fact that we can’t be in a relationship. That she can appreciate an lifelong incestuous romantic arrangement is completely incompatible with the kind of life she wants to have. “But,” she said, empathetically, “I think we can both agree that there’s something here. And, whether we want it or not. We’re now each other’s exes.” There was a pause for a moment here, almost as if she was giving herself one last chance to back out of this. “Soooo… would it be horrible if we engaged in the ancient custom of hooking up with your ex whenever you’re both in town?” She finished, saying this quickly to rip off the band aid. I stayed quiet for a second and she continued. Explaining that, she thinks there is a chance of us maybe catching feelings again. But the fact that I leave so soon really puts us in a position where things can’t really get too complicated. “I’ll cry, and miss you, and be heartbroken. But I’ll be back in my normal life and after two weeks of being sad, I’ll be alright,” she said, brushing her hands together as if it was a simple, done deal. A million thoughts went through my head. And, to be honest, most of them told me to say no. Before I could even give her my response, she told me to think about it for a day or two. That we didn’t need to rush. “But don’t think about it too long,” she added, “You’re gonna have to leave soon and I’d like to ride your face more than once before you head home.” She left right after, saying goodbye with a kiss. “I hate to pressure you, but my pussy needs a good eating,” was her final comment of the evening. Tuesday and Wednesday were mostly spent overthinking and trying to make ‘the right call.’ If there is one to be picked. But I mean… deep inside I felt like no matter which choice I made, the consequences would come and hit me in the face as if I was hosting the Oscars. On Thursday I decided to invite my sister out for dinner. She told me mom and dad would be away for the night that evening. So we could have dinner at the house. But I insisted, “I’d really love to get a cocktail tonight.” Obviously you know me enough to know that was a lie. And that the truth is I’m a big ol’ bitch. The time arrived and we met at the restaurant. She was wearing this black dress, and looked incredible. “Holy shit” was the only thought I could house in my head. Lol, I was almost mad at how hot she looked. I mean, this dress wasn’t anything to write home about. Sleeveless, with just enough cleavage. The pencil skirt fit accentuated her ass and hips. No matter what angle you looked at her, her figure was so striking. Dinner began with this air of awkwardness, almost forcing us to talk about it. But I didn’t want the conversation to be uncomfortable, so I forced myself to wait until we were - at least - a drink in. She must’ve picked up on some of my uneasiness. Because there seemed to be a specific effort to just have a good time and have fun. And man, am I a sucker for her charm. Before we jumped into anything too serious, I had a talk with her about something else that’s happening soon. I’ll make the announcement on my profile in the next day or so. I just want to make sure it’s actually a thing before I tell you about it. But, what I CAN tell you right now is that she was enthusiastic about it. This made the air between us super jovial. The conversation just turned into joke, after joke, after joke. To the point that we didn’t even talk about her proposal. We did, however, talk about every single other conversation topic there is. From her old school friends, to her career and where things are going, to the meal we were eating. I don’t know when it happened, but suddenly I realized we were holding hands. When I did, I let my thumb caress her skin gently. Mid-sentence, she stopped and smiled at me. Maybe it sounds dramatic, but when I noticed our hands were touching, I also realized that maybe no conversation needed to take place. We both knew. Actually, maybe it wasn’t THAT clear. When the meal was over, we headed out, holding hands. We walked into the parking lot as far down as we could without having to move towards either one of the cars. “Ummm…. Are we going our separate ways for the night?” she said, with a playful, shy tone, “Or are we taking my car?... Are we taking yours?” Before I responded, she interjected “I can just go home. Like, no pressure at all.” Without saying anything, I pulled her in close and kissed her. Our hands let go of each other and mine slowly slid around her waist. She rested hers flat on my chest. This was… pretty fucking incredible. An overall warmth took over my body. Not a nervous or anxious one, but a comfortable one. Her lips made me feel like I had never kissed anyone before. To end the kiss, she bit my bottom lip softly and, as if she’d asked me a million times before, she asked “dude, what are we doing with the cars?! I need us to get going!” I chuckled and told her I’d drive us to my parents’ and I can drop her off at her car in the morning, on her way to work. As soon as I finished talking, she jokingly stood behind me and started pushing me, saying “alright, let’s go then… Quick, bitch! This pussy ain’t gonna eat itself.” Holding her hand, and pulling her along, I speed walked to my car. On the way home, we continued joking and chatting about everything, but what was about to happen. I think that, despite her jokes, there was a palpable nervousness coming from her. My hand rested on her thigh and her hands laid on mine. We got to the house and, as soon as we were out of the camera’s field of view, I pushed her against the wall hard and kissed her. We made out for a few seconds, letting our tongues play with each other until she ended the kiss with another bit. A hard one, too. She dug her teeth into my bottom lip. It made my mouth taste like blood. Although it hurt, I made an effort to remain stoic. Even when inside I’m a little tiny bitch that was crying. But if I’ve learned anything from mainstream media, it is that real men only cry in the shower, where no one can see their tears… while drinking straight from a bottle of gin. My hand rushed to her face and grabbed it. My thumb on her one cheek and the rest of my fingers on the other. Her lips subtly bunched up in between. “That was bad,” I said, sternly, “You think that you can just get away with anything, don’t you? Well, maybe you can’t.” I pushed her inside, and straight over to the wall. Turning her around, I pushed her against the wall. Her face pressed against the wall. Her ass popped up toward me. My right hand went down and grabbed it, squeezing hard. My mouth rushed to her neck and kissed it while my left hand moved her strap off her shoulder. My mouth made its way down to where her strap was and bit into her skin, hard enough to leave a hickey. I made sure it wasn’t in a place where it could be seen when she’s wearing her civilian clothes. A moan escaped her. A loud one. It actually took me out of the moment and made me bring her in, just in case the neighbors heard us. Once inside I pushed her against the wall once more. Her leg wrapped around me, and my hand went between helping it stay up and touching her ass. We made intense eye contact and simply looked at each other. The aggressiveness with which this episode began, was left outside. Now, it was almost as if the game was over, and we couldn’t help but ‘feel.’ My entire body started moving down until my face was in font of her pussy. Her dress had rolled up and was bunched at belly button height. Both my hands traveled to each side of her underwear and brought it down, letting it fall once it had passed her knees. There it was. The pussy that once was so familiar to me, completely mine for the taking. I couldn’t believe it. In the moment, I closed my eyes and took a second to let everything sink in. Even now, as I write this, I’m having issues not closing my eyes and experiencing the same pit in my stomach I did then. Wait a minute… How am I typing with my eyes closed? Wow, I guess I’m just better than you. Unless you’re reading this with your eyes closed. In which case I admit defeat. Well done. I’ll get you next time, fucker. Sorry, let’s get back to it. My mouth, unsure, moved closer and closer to her pussy, taking one last hesitant pause before it. I could feel the warmth coming from it, and my breath made her feel like I was closer than ever. In fact, her hand rushed to the back of my head and gently pushed me into it. As soon as my lips touched it, chills traveled all the way down my back. The leg that was lifted before, now rested on my shoulder. My one hand also held on to it. While the other one went around it and grabbed her ass, pushing her closer to my face. Her pussy was absolutely soaked. Her moans, out of control. My neck felt cold, from the air hitting the juices that dripped down on to my chest. Slowly, I could feel my neck getting more and more sore, but I didn’t care. I just wanted it all right there. “If we have sex,” I had told myself “we gotta tease her really good, draw the whole thing out to build suspense.” But when push came to shove, I couldn’t help myself. I was just completely absorbed. After about three or four minutes of this, I stood up. She kissed me and, with her tongue, she tasted some of the juices that were on my face. Then she chuckled little a kid that was getting away with stealing a cookie. She grabbed my hand and took me to bed. But instead of going to her room, she brought me to my parents. It was the closest room to us. I turned her around and pulled her dress off. Then I kissed the same spot on her shoulder where I bit her. There was a bruise on it now. Being very lightly pushed by me, she climbed the bed on all fours, then laid on her belly. Always making sure her ass - and pussy -were lifted. For easy access. Fully dressed, I climbed on top of her a little and kissed her back, making my way to her ass. I found myself distracted by the dimple at the bottom of her lower back. Between kissing and biting, I went crazy on her butt. It was just so soft, so smooth. And finally, I made it to her ass crack. I just went ham. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. Her asshole tastes like strawberries. It’s just so amazing. The make out session became so messy that I didn’t even realize when I started eating her pussy also, but I was. Everything was just covered in her wetness. Whenever I didn’t lick or suck on her clit, her hand would pop up to play with it. “My pussy really hurts. It’s begging me for you,” she said, in the softest voice she could. Only enough to be audible. Pushing myself up, I got off her and began taking my clothes off. She turned around and opened her legs to play with herself while giving me a show. My shirt came off first, then my pants, then my boxers. As soon as my underwear came off, my dick sprung up and bounced a few times. Her eyes peeled open in the most Pavlovian way possible. I threw myself at her and bumped my dick to her pussy. Grinding my hips, I teased her clit and rubbed away for a second while we kissed. Finally, the tip of my penis aligned itself at the entrance, ready to go in. My body stayed still for a moment. I had stopped kissing her. Little by little, her legs began pushing me impatiently. I held her face like I had earlier in the evening and, in the most serious voice, I said, “Do not be impatient. Or else you just won’t get it.” A cheeky smile was her only response. I got off her and stood in front of the bed. “Come here,” I ordered, “get on your knees.” Like a good girl, she obeyed. But she’s too feisty to be told what to do. So without my saying anything further, she launched herself at it. God damn, was it incredible. Like, immediately, my eyes rolled so far back I could see my brain. She sucked, gagged, blew, choked, puffed, snorted and digested my dick. Eating it as if she needed it to survive. Her saliva was everywhere. And if there is something that drives me crazy, it’s a messy blowjob. When I finally opened my eyes and stopped seeing black spots, I noticed she was playing with her pussy with one hand. I stroked her hair a couple of times and, in response, she fingered herself aggressively, then took her hand out and spread her fingers in front of me. It was absolutely soaked. Webs of her juices ran down in between her fingers. Then, without letting the juices fall from her hand, she put it in my mouth. Letting me lick it clean. My dick was so hard it really could’ve snapped in half. I picked her up and threw her on the bed again. Then I fell on top of her, bringing her in between my arms. She was tightly held, with her arms crossed like a mummy. Hugging her close, I kissed her neck and shoulders. My dick slowly got in position. And when the aim was right… I fired. It went inside in one single motion. All the way to the end. Her insides rubbed against the tip of my cock. Maybe it was because of the position we were in, or maybe because we haven’t fucked in so long. But it felt like it was the first time. Her lips snapped firmly against every ridge of my penis. Each thrust made it in as hard and deep as it could be delivered. Too hard, actually. Soon enough I could feel myself about to cum. And I really didn’t want that yet. So I slowed down, and I focused on getting to the end in a motion that also rubbed her clit. After all, “precision beats power, and timing beats speed.” In case you’re wondering if I often think of Rocky when I have sex…. I wouldn’t say “often”… every. Single. Time. The increasing volume of her moans told me the clit rubbing was truly paying off. The heels of her feet pushed my ass, bringing me in deeper into each thrust. And, soon enough, shaking started to appear. The headboard began rattling against the wall, and my sister’s voice vibrated at the same frequency. Her nails dug themselves into my back, leaving - I'd come to learn later - hard red scratch lines. Her insides began compressing around my dick and eventually her whole body let me know she was cumming. Everything but the moaning. In fact. As soon as I could feel her pussy palpitating around me, her voice quieted down in tension as she held her breath. I tried stopping - or at least slowing down - to let her absorb the moment a little more. But perhaps I was too selfish, and perhaps I was too close. In the same rhythm and motion, I kept going. Feeling my load rushing. I began cumming inside of her, squeezing over and over. The speed stayed the same, long after I was done. I didn’t stop until I realized my dick was no longer hard. Very gently, once everything was done, we laid flat on the bed, looking at the ceiling. We were quiet for what felt like hours. So much so that I thought she’d fallen asleep. But somehow we began laughing at the same time. “That was alright,” she said in a content tone. I chuckled and turned to her to kiss her. She kissed me back. Before we knew it, we did it one more time until we both came. And after that, I went down on her, making her orgasm a third time.
Madi from the gym part 1	So I (m23) graduated college last may. I have lived in Ohio my entire life and after graduation you guessed it I stayed in Ohio. I moved about an hour and a half north in Ohio so I’m close enough to my family and friends but also far away enough to make some new experiences and to learn things on my own. I took a job after college essentially selling outdoors equipment to businesses and getting their orders ready and blah blah blah. It’s not that exciting but the pay is honestly very good for a 23 year old right out of college and in all honesty it’s super easy. I worked through college and lived at home for my last 2 years after covid. Plus making time for friends , the gym and yeah. But after living in this little town it’s almost the complete opposite feeling. I always thought I could never get bored. I’ve always been an introvert and loved my alone time and my gym time. But since moving here I really only have about 2 friends I go out with both of which I met at work and both are quite a bit older than me. People are all really nice here but I just haven’t made friends I go out with. I also have only had sex once since moving here and it was with a girl from my hometown coming to visit me…. But to describe myself I’m 6’3 , thin , but toned brown hair , blue eyes I a lot of times have a beard but just recently shaved. I played a little D3 basketball in college for a year and I still play now for fun which is why I got a membership at the gym I did. It’s the local community center they have nice courts and also a pretty decent gym but I like the gym. It’s never too busy but it’s not the biggest gym. But at the gym I have noticed a really hot woman months ago named Madi (f33). I’ve never spoken to her at recently but we always make eye contact at the gym. She’s short she has some of the absoultely most amazing bodies I’ve ever seen. Her tits are amazing they’re huge and totally proportionate. She’s got that big toned gym booty (nah I don’t check her out at the gym bc I know that weird trend going on). But I’ve seen her I don’t stare and I don’t be creepy but sometimes she walks litterally right up in front of me and sometimes we walk past each other and sometimes we make eye contact. But yeah her legs and her torso are all just super toned. You can tell she’s been working out pretty much her entire life. She’s not bulky but she’s toned and just yeah. I’ve seen her around town a little bit. I live in these apartments right by this little like strip that has a grocery store , a pub , a Starbucks and honestly way more stuff I can’t even think of. A lot of times I’ll see her in the Starbucks on like business calls or whatever. I can tell she has money because she drives a BMW and right around the corner from my apartment complex are all these really nice neighborhoods. I never knew specially which one but I knew it was one of the 3 next to eachothers all very nice. I could also tell she’s married she had a ring on her finger and I saw her with a man at Starbucks once. He was short and honestly kinda chubby.! I honestly would see her out and just say to myself damn what a babe. But she’s 10 years older than me , married , rich and she’s like honestly got the hottest body I’ve ever seen. I’m not gonna lie I’m a very good looking young man. I get female attention everywhere I go. But like I said I’m kinda introverted and awkward. So sometimes I be saying some weird shit. But I got off work early on saint patricks day and went to watch some March madness with some fellas from work. I had honestly popped a 50 MG edible and was down to get kinda trashed as I had taken the entire weekend and Monday of next week off because I planned on having a boozy weekend. It’s like 3 pm and my edible kicks in and I’m feeling good and happy. I go up to the bar from our table to get the next round and I turn to my right and it’s madi from the gym. (To be fair I didn’t actually know her name at this point but u get it). Madi looks so hot she has on this little like blue crop top (which was weird it’s saint ptrucks day) and it like crosses like an X on her boobs which make her huge boobs look so nice (I could see her belly button ring) and like skin tight leather pants also her makeup is done all unique she looked SEXY. She’s sitting at the bar with no offense a much less attractive woman. I’m feeling confident as I’m an edible and about 3 tall boys in at this point and I walk up to her and introduce myself I tell her my names Ryan she tells me hers is madi. We both acknowledge we see eachothers at the gym. She then proceeds to mock the way I run on the treadmill (I’m flat footed lol). I ask her how long she’s gonna be here she says not too long but I can come and join them as long as she’s there. I go back and join my fellas. I honestly can’t keep her out of my head she was super like flirty just in tone and by the way she looked at me. But then I’m like nah what would a rich married booby/bootylicious babe want with a 23 year old stoner. I honestly can’t stop from staring at her tits now. A few hours pass and she’s still there my friends head out as they are going to watch other games with other friends. I say I’m gonna stay here so I go and join madi and I offer to buy her and her friend a drink. They want shots so we all do patron shots and she thanks me and honestly her and I had about a hour long conversation about basketball which was amazing she played in highschool. I found out she’s a natural brunette even though she has blonde hair , her husbands away a lot and she’s an engineer and her husband is like a VP of marketing at some company. So when I said rich I meant rich rich. I found out she lives in the nicest neighborhood of the ones near me and her house is like 3500 square feet. She has a giant pool , a movie room and honestly anything you can think of. She also smokes weed and she use to dabble in psychedelics in her younger years but now just smokes a ton of weed. I ask her and her friend if they wanna come out to my car to smoke. Her friends says no. Madi says yes. We’re out in my car smoking and I give her the aux she turns on some gangster ass rap that I didn’t expect lol. I’m so into this woman. Also I had never hooked up with an older woman before. We’re smoking and she out of no where asks if I check her out at the gym. I tell her I do. I ask if it’s obvious and she said yeah but she likes it. She said she thinks it’s hot that a guy 10 years younger than her thinks she’s sexy. I’m like at this point thinking if I play my cards right I can fuck this woman tonight. We finish my j I had pre rolled she asks if she can smoke more I say yeah. I get out my bowl and now we smoking out of my bowl (I have a medical card so it’s goooood shit). She says let’s go back in after another bowl. Going back in she walks in front of me and looks back at me looking at her ass and just smiles. Part 2 next!
(M24) Bi - An amazing birthday present 🤤 - part 2 [MM] [group]	Birthday gangbang part 1 - https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/119vdcp/m24_bi_an_amazing_birthday_present_part_1_mm_group/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=android_app&utm_name=androidcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_button ========================================== With 2 loads of cum shot in me and 1 on me, my blindfold removed and 5 men and 1 sissy all piled into my small-ish bedroom with the express purpose of gangbanging me, this was lining up to be the best birthday I've ever had. All the men, to my surprise, were all clean shaven and mostly hairless. I did learn later that they were all bi with girlfriends who liked to cuck them (with my girlfriend), so maybe they've been told up to this point to stay clean for their mistresses, idk. All I do know is they have complete access to the boyfriend of one of the women that fucks their mistress while they only get sloppy seconds or a handjob. They knew what they were in for and like it, but the sexual frustration builds regardless and now here I am, helpless in a room with them all waiting to see who fucks me next. Even my girlfriend was in the room watching it all happen. I've pretty much been the dom in our relationship 99% of the time, but today she was my mistress and I was her little pet boy-toy. She didn't share me with these men, she gave me to then for the night. I was at their mercy until she decided to take me back. They all pile back into their positions now that she sat back down. To see her be so confident and demanding without even raising her voice was so hot, especially in a room full of horny, naked men. If I know my girl, she'd want to be getting fucked along with me. Maintaining such a demanding presence must have been taking some serious strength of will. With our "Queen" comfortable in her throne at the edge of the action, the man who had slipped out of my ass was back between my legs again. The eagerness on his face was contagious as I found myself suddenly wrapped up in the heat of the moment all over again. Before I could watch him finish lining his cock up with my needy hole again, my head was pushed back down so my throat could be fucked once more. My vision went from a hung man holding my legs apart with his cock hovering near my ass to being upside-down, having balls slap against my face while a cock is thrusted into my mouth. One of the men who had already cum began stroking along my torso, almost like he was trying to flatten me out as if I was dough. He smeared the sissy's cum into me and made a special effort to hang around my nipples. My hands instinctively went searching for him and found him. He guided my right hand to his cock and I began stroking him as best I could. I wasn't giving him a very good rhythm but in my defence, I was VERY distracted. Once again my legs are gripped onto tightly by desperate and shaky hands as another load is shot into my ass. The cock in my mouth slides out too and slaps me a few times before he walks around the bed to claim the newly opened position. This called for another position change too. I was placed on my knees in head down, ass up. He grips my hips and with all my saliva as lube, has no issue pushing into my ass. The last man not to cum (except me 😫) came around and sat before me, my head between his legs. I'm spitroasted in this new position for what feels like hours. Everytime a man cums, I'm immediately filled back up again. I struggle to cum without stimulating my cock, so I was silently suffering as I got progressively more and more pent up while they ignored my pleasure in all of this, opting instead to use me like a 6'2" sex doll. The only one here to actually make me feel good without looking for anything back so far was the sissy. I can only imagine what his sex life is like back home, but here, he's being coddled by all the men who need to slow down between rounds with me. He's sitting on the lap of a new man, grinding his ass against their cock. Eventually the "intruders" decide that we needed to have some fun together. They order the sissy to get into the same position I was in, and he eagerly does. I could almost measure the spring in his step by eye alone. Once he'd ready, with his back arched more than I'll ever be capable of in my life, they order me to stick my cock in him. I get up, shaky and a little sore already, and give his ass a quick splash of lube. I slide into him fairly easily, however, I honestly expected him to be even looser. I imagine he's how I feel back there. Loose enough that anyone could, but tight enough that you need to put in effort to make it happen. They watch me plow his ass, but not for too long. One of them comes up behind me and dry-humps himself into me so hard that I almost knock the sissy off the bed. He then effortlessly slips his cock into my ass and grips the sissy's hips infront of me. He starts thrusting and controls the pace of all of us. 2 men now step forward and stand on either side of us. We hang our tongues out and each take a cock into our mouths. The cock in my mouth isn't being too rough, while the one pounding my ass is. With the sissy around my cock again I feel the need to cum rising. I'm being driven wild with all of me being used at once. I moan loudly around the cock in my mouth and shoot ropes into the sissy's ass. With my new found sense given to me by post nut clarity telling me to carry on and even thank these men, I decided to reach around and began jerking off the sissy while my cock pumped him full of cum until he came onto my bedsheets and slowly went soft in my hand. Even though the sissy and I had both cum, there was still a cock in my ass and I'm still buried deep in his. I'm slowly going soft, but his ass is clamped down on my sensitive cock, causing my legs to almost fail me. I had the sissy infront of me to lean on gently. Once again there was a hand on my head pushing me further down the cock in my mouth. I was a little more comfortable now, so I didn't gag, but it did make my cock jump. When it was soft enough to slip out, the sissy dropped to his stomach and leaned up on his elbows to continue giving head. A sharp slap to my cheeks followed by being manhandled up higher on my knees told me all I needed to know about the man behind me. I started gripping my ass as best I could then loosening it to try and milk him for all ge could give me. It worked. He came deep into my ass and groaned so loud, there's no way our neighbours don't know what happens. If they weren't such pricks, we may have cut them in on the fun we have, but noooo, we don't like eachother 😂. Their loss, because these 6 guys are all having the time of their lives fulfilling my fantasy. I lay on my back next to my new sissy friend who's still giving head. I take back the cock that was in my mouth. He's kneeling to my right and I have my head turned, but laying down. It wasn't the most comfortable position to receive head in, I know, but now I also know why my girlfriend does it so much. It's way more comfortable to give head while just lying there chilling out. Possibly the most normal thing to happen comes next. I hear my girlfriend leave the room. I look up at her and she notices me before leaving. "Don't worry baby, I'm just checking on Lexi." (Our dog, she locked in the kitchen to keep away from all the men who shed 100% go ballistic at 😂) At this point in the night, 3 of the 5 men have all checked out for a moment and were just watching. We kept up our head game and eventually got them to cum for us. My girl walks back in right as the sissy gets his load painted all over his chin and chest. This gives her an idea, an idea I think we all had. When I get my guy off into my mouth, she walks over and stroked our hair while gently guiding us towards each other. We made out, his movements almost showing a nervousness to them while I pushed my tounge past his to take control of his mouth. We swapped the load of cum in my mouth around until we had both almost accidentally swallowed half each. His girly moans, despite definitely being a submissive in this encounter, made me desperately horny again and just wanted to grab onto him and plow him into my mattress making him bite the pillows. I wanted to violate this twinks ass until he couldn't feel his legs. I think my girlfriend picked up on this because she pulled us apart, giving me a smirk. I must have gripped him a little too tight to hide my thoughts, or I was pulling a face. With everyone recovering from an orgasm, they all took a quick break. Water and snacks were on standby for all parties. After a few minutes of relaxing ourselves, the first man was back up, but decided he wanted the sissy first. I laid next to him as he was once again invaded by a cock, slick with a mix of lube, saliva and cum. I stroked his sticky chest and held his hand (gay af!) while he panted and whined. It was almost like he was trying to speak, but was completely cock-drunk. It was adorable 😍. ========================================== This was a long night. There's easily enough here for a part 3 😉 Sorry 😅........no I'm not. I hope you're enjoying this so far. I won't keep you waiting as long for part 3.....hopefully.
[B/s] Showering with my brother's as adults (update 15)	Hey, back with another promised update and still trying to catch up. The post from yesterday was definitely a first and it was unbelievably hot for me to watch them do that especially with the angle I had stroking jacks hair while it all happened. There wasn't much said about it that night cause we were all pretty spent but we did discuss it over breakfast the next morning. Jack was his usual lively and cheeky self but Michael was slightly more withdrawn from the conversation aside from a brief comment that he liked it. When we were all leaving the house I pulled him aside for a private talk asking him if everything was okay cause I was very anxious I'd overstepped the mark by pushing him to do something he didn't want. He reassured me that it was all fine but disclosed that he was feeling a little....weird about the whole thing and liking it as much as he did. I guess his hesitancy around it came from the fact that it was his hand doing the work while Jack was a more passive participant. I assured him there was nothing to worry about with what he did and there was absolutely no shame in feeling a little odd about some of the feelings he may have had. It's all really natural especially since it was his first time doing something like that to have some reservations but if he didn't want to do it again that would be absolutely fine with me (and by extension, Jack). He got really stern when I said that reminding me that he really did like it too, was just a bit confused which I accepted and I hugged him for a long time telling him that no matter what he's/they're still my brother's and really nothing we were doing would change anything about that at all. The next few days were fairly 'normal'. Showering then sex but it was only really me who was doing the touching for them. Their cocks did touch as I toyed with them during blowjobs and I was watching Michael's reaction to everything more than Jack but things seemed as usual based on their moans. After about the third day I was sure he wasn't really having those feelings anymore since it felt very natural once again. To ensure we were all kept close I offered them to sleep in my bed once we'd all wiped off which they happily accepted each time with me in the middle cuddled up to both of them. I could really get used to being sandwiched like that most nights with warm bodies either side and when I said that to them they agreed wholeheartedly. ...... So that was just to catch up on Michael's feelings about everything, time to get to the next notable 'event'. It was a Friday and I'd bought a few bottles of wine because after the week at work I'd had, god knows id need it. We ate dinner normally but with the wine swishing around in all of us things were getting pretty flirty at the table. We stayed there for hours while the food settled and at their request I got naked in front of them and was just walking around between them with the glass glued to my hands. 'i feel like some sort of call girl right now' I said through a stifled laugh. 'well you look like one too' said jack who got a slap from me for his efforts. They stayed put while I cleaned up and when I got back to the table I alternated who I was sitting on which meant a lot of grabbing of me from whoever I was on. There was something about that that really had me getting so SO horny as I sat on whoever's lap I felt like and they had free reign to touch whatever and wherever they wanted. After about my fourth glass I really couldn't take the teasing anymore and grabbed their hands basically dragging them to the shower while giggling, completely happy but not completely content yet. They stripped off quick as lightening and once we were under the water flowing over the three of us the kissing started. Deep, passionate kisses while I held on tight to whoever I was facing and they used their cocks to slap onto my butt. When I pulled myself off of jack I grabbed both of them around their sides and said 'i wanna do another dp. Tonight.' I wasn't nervous about asking at all cause like I say I was pretty drunk and crazy horny. 'yes pleeeeeease' jack said as he dropped his head back to look at the ceiling. Their cocks in my hands expanded immediately as extra blood flooded into them so I knew from that we'd be on. 'who in where?' said Michael with a sly grin. 'oh god' I said, quietly as I looked down to Michaels cock and got goosebumps thinking about if taking that would even be a possibility. 'well' I mused. 'lets see how we go. I'm not ruling anything out but I think it'd be better to try that, thing of yours, without anything extra in my pussy'. We dried off quickly and I led them to the bedroom before we all flopped down with me in the middle and turning my head to kiss them while their fingers moved down to my pussy and ass and started rubbing. Jack moved away first to slip in between my legs but Michael bought himself up to sit near my head and I sucked his cock from the side. Jack got to work licking my pussy and ass and the only thing I heard him say was 'youre really, REALLY wet tonight' which I could already feel. I raised my legs up a little to give him better access but Michael helped by holding my feet up for me. I had to spit his cock out as the orgasm built and he sat up under my head to stroke my hair while my breaths got shorter and shorter before I came and writhed between them. They gave me a break cause god only knows I need it and I lay there just stroking them and saying thank you over and over which they could only laugh at. Soon enough jack rolled me over and with my ass up in the air and mouth back to facing Michael's cock, they fucked me from each end. It was super fucking hot and I tried as much as I could to focus on the blowjob by making his cock as wet as I possibly could while stroking it and rubbing it all over my face 'i feel dick drunk' I said looking up at Michael and smiling. 'yeah, that and regular drunk' he said with a laugh. 'we could always stop if you wanted' I said with a cocked head before putting his head back in my mouth and staring at him with open eyes. He laughed and pushed the back of my head deeper which was just....ugh. Such a memorable moment for me somehow but it really had me wanting more. Eventually jack started grunting really hard so I pulled off him with a waggling finger and said 'not yet, don't come yet I need more'. I crawled up Michael who helped boost me up to his face by grabbing my armpits which gave me a schoolgirl giggle. He really is so much bigger than me and his ability to just throw me around wherever is proof positive of his strength. We kissed and jack was about to mount up but Michael rolled me over to my side and put himself inside me. God I really can't get over how different their cocks feel inside me. I couldn't possibly choose a favourite cause I feel that'd be a bit rude but the way Michaels stretcha my pussy is just something else. He grabbed my thigh and lifted it over his shoulders and jack interrupted saying 'excuse me! Where do I go now!'. I looked up to him with a smile and patted my back before looking back to Michael. 'oooooo yep' he said and flopped down behind me to line himself up. 'do you need lube?' I said quickly but he said 'youre really wet, I think we're good' and I felt his torso press up to mine and his cock hit the inside of my thigh. 'oh fuck' I moaned. 'put it in I need this so bad fuck'. I felt the tip of his cock slip and slide around as he tried to find his mark confirming that lube really wasn't necessary. I rested my head up onto Michael's shoulders while Jack fiddled around but suddenly everything got much tighter as he found the mark and pushed his head into my ass eliciting a long moan from all three of us. 'Holy. Fuck.' I breathed while Jack pushed deeper and deeper. 'god fuuuuuck'. 'you okay?' said jack who stopped pushing but I couldn't talk, just reached behind him to pull him tighter giving him non verbal permission to just keep fucking. When he'd reached his limit the first thrust he pulled out and found a rythm in my ass while Michael just held me tight, cock still hard as ever and deep inside my other hole. I moved my torso away from him so he could thrust too and they fucked me while we spooned 'oh god this feels so fucking good' I said closing my eyes as their cocks swapped who was in and out. After a while they found a really good rythm but it was them thrusting in and out at the same time. The in strokes really felt like such a stretch but it felt so fucking good and it wasn't painful at all which made me hopeful they could swap holes at some point in the very near future. Their noises while they fucked was such a turn on too and especially cause jacks hands were wrapped around me grabbing my breasts while they fucked. When he got sick of my boobs his hands moved up to my face and I sucked on his fingers, basically gagging on them. Michael was struggling to not come and I could see it in his face so I took jacks hand out of my mouth and whispered to him with our eyes locked, 'do it, come in me I want it so bad. Please please come in me'. 'both of you!' I said turning to look at Jack who responded by thrusting MUCH harder. With my body jiggling around, Michael let out a deep groan and came. With him still thrusting out the last of his load I heard jack say 'oh fuck' and he came too. I felt myself stretch even further as they pumped their loads inside me and they both pulled out very gently which was very sweet. We cuddled for another second before going for another shower but after that kind of session all I wanted in the world was a cuddle and they were happy to oblige as we all crawled into my bed. We chatted for a bit before I said 'i think I could take you in my ass' to Michael. 'that is if Jack will let you'. That got a laugh from both of them but Michael was already thinking about it cause he immediately said 'when!?' 'how about tomorrow?' I said. 'I'm home all day' looking between them hoping amongst hope that they were too. 'please' Michael responded and also hugged me tighter briefly. Jack said 'sure, I could always use another blowjob' which again, got a huge laugh from all us. I went to sleep grinning ear to ear, totally spent but very, VERY content. There'll be another catch up post tomorrow :)
[b/S] I Found my Sister Onlyfans update 4	Hey everybody so I’m here back again for another update. Like I was telling you guys I only come here for updates when something significant happens (at least significant for me) so if your here looking for some crazy story about me bending her over and fucking her senseless sorry, the basic stuff is enough for me for now I guess. But it definitely made my friend in my pants jump just typing that sentence out. And to all the people that reached out thanks for all the advice. Well here we are so this past weekend it was Halloween and I decided not to go out and just stay in, just didn’t really feel up for anything. I get a call around 1030 from my sister telling me that her battery had died in her car, and she needed a jump. Now usually my dad would just bring the jump box but he was out with my mom so I had to do it. I wasn’t doing much so I didn’t think too much of it and she lives fairly close. Long story short I go over and she is in her sexy costume because she is about to go out. Her friend is there too she is dressed sexy as well. Now mind you my sister is a thicker woman and she has on a little white outfit, with just about her bare ass out. After I came to the door and initially met her and got the key , I went down and tried to jump the car but i realized I had to charge the jump box because it was basically dead so I head back up stairs let her know what’s going on and plug the box up. I chill out on the couch... they are drinking a little bit I decide to join in for a few shots. Now my sister has big breast and I can see them bouncing around as she parades around the apartment. Her friend definitely saw me looking at my sister a few times but I don’t think she thought anything of it. So after they finished drinking, they start dancing in the mirror, now I’ve seen my sister twerk or shake her ass before but she was fully clothed then and i thought nothing of it. Now I can see her dancing in the mirror with half her ass out. I’m rock hard sitting on the couch and they are so busy enjoying them selves their not even paying attention to me. So at this point I decide to go back downstairs and try the Jump box again failure again... So now it’s like almost midnight I tell her what’s going on and we decide to let the charger sit for a while. We go back to apartment they are debating about still going out tonight because of the car situation and getting stuck. So my sister decided to change out of her outfit. But she asked me to help her unzip her back , I thought it was weird she asked me but she made a comment about her friend not wanting to break a nail and she was half way sleep on the other couch anyway.... but I had done stuff for my sister like this before with dresses so it was nothing serious. I zipped her down and I see the tension get loose she grabs her boobs so now she has a hand bra. Shes facing the opposite direction from me so I don’t see anything, She say thank you, but it’s when she walks away. Before she made it to the corner into her room. It probably didn’t help that I was staring at her walk away, but just before she made it to the room knowing I still have visual, she does a brief turn around like she’s looking over her shoulder let’s her left hand go off her boob giving me a clear shot and looks vaguely in my direction and turns around and keeps walking. I’m thinking she purposefully gave me a free look and see. Or am I wrong ? It definitely was intentional with her dropping her one hand the side that’s exposed to me. And then the turn around so she could see if I noticed. I think she knew I would be watching her walk away or at least that’s the feeling I get. Because why else does she turn around?
21F Ex(am)hibitionism (Dub-Con)	As I entered the class I was nervous. A bead of sweat dripped off my forehead but that could also have just been from running to catch the bus. Our first paper was today and I was already late not to mention I was stopped by the gaurd at the entrance to college for forgetting to bring my ID card. Today was shaping up to be quite a bad day. I started to make my way to the back of the class when someone to my right cleared their throat loudly. I looked up to see all eyes on me, especially the teacher's who was beckoning me over with his finger. I sighed to myself and trudged over to where he was standing at the front of the class. This day just kept getting worse. "Did you ask my permission before entering miss?" he said, his voice low and gruff as he fidgeted with his rolled up shirt sleeve. He kept eyeing me from top to bottom which made me a bit nervous especially since I could also feel everyone else's eyes on my backside as I stood there at the front of the class. I kept my gaze focused on the tiled floor as I slowly shook my head and said "No sir I'm sorry." "And what excuse do you have for that?" he said leaning over a bit to look at my face. I finally looked up at him. I didn't recognize him. If I had seen him before I definitely would. He had that air of command about him that one doesn't quickly forget. "I'm sorry sir. I was running late for the paper and I just wanted to get started soon." I shifted my weight from one leg to the next taking a quick peek behind me at the rows of my classmates and friends still boring their gazes into me. I swallowed quickly and tried to turn sideways. I couldn't help but feel conscious about my outfit, my body and everything else having to do with me. As I started to shift the teacher snapped his fingers right near me. "Everyone else here is a fool right to be on time? Why did you think you wouldn't have any consequences?" "I'm sorry sir" was all I could stammer out as I wanted to get out of the attention as quickly as possible. Unfortunately for me the teacher noticed this. As I turned back to face him I asked "May I go to my seat?" I met his gaze as it once again creeped it's way down my body. "Not yet..." He said letting his voice trail off slowly. "Keep your bag, come back here and stand facing the class. I believe we should make an example of you so people don't keep being tardy." My eyebrows lowered as I looked at him in confusion. What did he mean? Why was he singling me out this way? I wanted to run out of there but there was something about the way he said it that intrigued me. I hesitated. "If you hurry up and do what I say I'll allow you extra time to write your exam. If not then we can head over to the principal's office now?" Well I guess unless I was willing to put up a real fight it was better to go along with what he said. I turned again to peek down the rows of students seated, all of whom had stopped writing to focus on the commotion up ahead. Locking eyes with my friend he mouthed "all the best" to me as I shrugged, then dropped my bag near the door with everyone else's and made my way back to the front of the classroom. I stood in silence for 2 minutes counting each second as all my peers stared at me. I felt exposed in the comfy crop top that just this morning I had picked to wear since it made me feel confident. "I'm sorry sir may I go sit?" I said looking back at him pleadingly. "Oh no we're just getting started" he replied as he stood up from leaning against the desk and slowly walked over to me. Leaning down he whispered in my ear "Hands behind your back, and don't you dare move them from there understood?" I swallowed and nodded. It was kinda hot the way he spoke. I brought my arms behind me and folded them behind my back then turned to my side to look at him. He was so close. I could feel his hot breath on my neck as he looked at me and turned to face the class. "These students don't learn when you give them rules. You need to give them an incident to remember then it sticks in their head." His voice was somehow a whisper in my ear as if it was directed right at me, but still loud enough that everyone heard it and nodded. His hands snaked around my waist and I jumped, but relaxed as we once again locked eyes. I was frozen like a deer in headlights as he reached forward and opened the button, then slowly pulled down the zipper of my jeans. I let out a slight whimper as his hand nearly reached my crotch. I was starting to melt at his touch. He slowly pulled my pants down as I stood there still frozen. I had picked the wrong day to wear my new pink underwear and instinctively my hands started to reach around to cover them. "I didn't tell you to move your hands" his voice again, commanding, gruff, coupled with his hot breath on my ear as he grabbed my left arm holding it in place. I gasped lightly drawing in breath as I could feel my heart throbbing in my chest. "It's a good thing you decided to dress to impress. You definitely have everyone's attention now." I stared out at the classroom. Everyone was unashamedly staring right at my panties, and I didn't completely hate it. I could feel a knot in my stomach but having everyone's gaze focused entirely on me felt weirdly good. Like I was powerful. It was quite a turn on. However, at the same time I couldn't help but be a bit more turned on that someone else was making me do this. Still holding on to my arm he slowly but forcefully walked around making me turn with him. Now I was showing my butt to the class. It was a warm day but still the wind felt cool as I stood there without my pants. The teacher took a step to stand back in front of me facing the class. He said nothing before hooking his fingers in the hem of my crop top. Then slowly he pulled it up. As it reached my bra he stopped and hooking that too pulled it up along with my top. I looked up at him for a reaction but his face gave a neutral stare as he looked down at my chest. Then he let go of my tee and bra and still saying nothing spun his finger in the air indicating to me to turn around. I slowly turned to face the class and was about to turn back before he came closer and held both my arms keeping me in place. I could feel his hardness against my butt as I stared out at the class my tits on display for all of them to see. All I could hope was that the wet spot on my panties wasn't too prominent and that they were all staring at my chest. It was such a rush, and then it all came crashing down as the teacher gave my left cheek a hard spank from behind. It cut through the silence of the class and I felt myself jump a bit, more in surprise then pain, along with a few other students who recoiled at the sudden loud sound. Just as soon as my punishment had began, it ended. It may have been 10 minutes in total, but to me it felt like hours had passed as he spoke once again near my ear "I hope you've learnt your lesson." I nodded. "You can put on your clothes and get to your seat, you'd better not be late again" he said. I quickly rushed to pick up my jeans and readjust my top and bra. I stood there at the front of the class not bothering to hide myself as I slowly pulled my jeans up and buttoned up. Then I grabbed a paper from the desk and headed to my seat. As I neared it a girl from nearby spanked my right buttcheek and then giggled. "Just thought I'd even it out" The entire class burst into laughter as I took my seat. I couldn't wait to get home and masturbate.
[M/S] I am very attracted to my sons. Update 466. A loving mother and an insatiable succubus.	The dormant stripper inside me likes to rear its head from time to time and feast in order to feed my unending sexual appetite. Less than an hour ago I was reading poolside and listening to music when a song I had forgotten came on. Tom Waits - Goin out west began to play and filled me with the need to be satisfied and loved. In my burgundy bikini, I sashayed across the patio and dropped the bottoms at me feet. My ass felt free to glide back and forth as I strutted toward the back door. The music echoed through my soul as I entered the house and saw Michael laying on the couch facing away from his wicked Mom. Confident and feeling seductive, I danced slowly into his view and watched him lift his head and stare. Before he had time to say anything, I had mounted his face and was grinding against it. I skipped moaning and screamed as I pulled off the bikini top and tossed it to the coffee table. Squeezing my tits as Michael squeezed my butt, I yelled toward the ceiling. My noise drew Patrick's attention, and he came out of his room. "Wait in your room. You're next." I commanded my elder boy. It didn't take long for me to cum on Michael's face. I placed my lips to his ear and told him to sleep in my bed later and I would make sure he slept well. With my phone and little speaker in hand, I set the song to repeat and performed a bellicose dance to my naked Patrick. He watched me approach from his bed and soon, his was inside his birthplace and his mom was happy to enjoy him. Why would I ever want to be a "normal" mother? My sons are 22 and 27. I do not fuck them together and do not owe you an explanation as to why.
[MF] - Casual breakup sex	This is a follow up (and conclusion) to my story about Amy. It was deleted but back up on my own profile for those that want to start at our first meeting. Looking forward to everyone's thoughts on my last time with Amy. Feel free to tell me what you think! It didn’t take long for me to realize that Amy and I had next to nothing in common. This wasn’t an opposites attract kind of thing. This was the equivalent of forcing two like-pole magnets together. Really, the only things we had in common were a desire for some company and fucking. Yet, we made it work for almost four months before going our separate ways. This is our breakup story. “Do you have a minute to talk?” I was packing my bag to head over to Amy’s when I got this message from her. “I’m leaving my place in less than 5 minutes. What’s up?” I quickly responded back returning to my Clothes. “Well, maybe you aren’t going to want to come over… I accepted a job in North Carolina. It starts at the end of the month.” My eyes lit up. I started to type a response back but deleted my message and called Amy. “Are you joking? You accepted a job in another state and didn’t bother to tell me? You didn’t even tell me you were looking for another job…” I was pissed. Though, even in that moment, I wasn’t upset that she was moving, I was more upset that she didn’t tell me. Amy quickly responded. “Would you really care if I told you I was looking out of state? I mean, do you even care now?” I paused. It was such a simple question to answer but we both knew that anything other than a “no” was a total lie. Thankfully, Amy didn’t wait for a response. “See, Jack, this wasn’t going anywhere. I like spending time with you. I definitely like fucking you. But that’s about where things end with us.” Again, I paused. I thought about putting up a fight, telling Amy how much I cared about her but that would have required more effort than either one of us had put into this relationship. “Ok. So… I guess good luck…” “You can still come over. I just don’t want you staying the night.” It was a mixed bag of emotions. On the one hand, this girl had just broken up with me. On the other hand, sex. I told her I’d leave shortly. Amy let me know she’d be packing but would leave the door unlocked for me. Within a half hour, I arrived at her place and hurried to the door. Sure enough, it was unlocked. Amy wasn’t in her living room or kitchen so I made my way into the bedroom. As I got closer, I could hear an unmistakable buzzing sound. “You couldn’t even wait 30 minutes for me?” I asked, enjoying the view of Amy’s leg spread out on her bed with her wand vibrator against her pussy. “I didn’t know if you’d actually show up. I did just break up with you,” Amy’s eyes were now on me. She tossed her vibrator aside but left her legs in the same position. Amy pulled down the front of her white tank top exposing her tits. “Better make this last time count.” I took that as my cue and crawled from the foot of the bed up to Amy. I bent my head down and ran my tongue along her slit. Not surprisingly, her lips were glistening. She must have been at it for quite some time. I felt her hand on the back of my head. She pushed my face down hard. My tongue went deeper into her hole. Amy purred as I felt her nails dig into my head. I spent the next few minutes lapping up Amy’s juices switching between my finger and tongue inside her. She had removed her hand from my head to give her tits some much needed attention. Her moans got louder. I glanced up over her mound to watch her tease her nipples. If there was every something I’d miss, it was this view. I got on my knees and motioned for Amy to return the favor. She got on all fours in front of me taking my cock in her mouth. I leaned forward and gave her ass a firm slap. Amy winced and let out a mumble. She never liked it when I spanked her. “Not so hard, Jack!” she exclaimed taking her mouth off my cock. She kept stroking me as she looked up waiting for a response. “What are you going to do, break up with me?” Amy rolled her eyes and let out any annoyed sigh. She quickly dove back in, taking as much of me as she could in her mouth. Her head was sloppier than before, as if she was putting in a little more effort for our last time. It started to feel so good that I was worried I was about to cum. I stopped her and told her to turn around. She did as she was told presenting her ass to me. Between her wet slit and the saliva on my cock, I slid inside her smoothly. Amy responded by burying her face into her mattress. I put my hands on her hips and gave her every inch of me. She moved her head to the side and begged for it hard. I did as I was told. My hips bucking back and forth while Amy’s body shook with each thrust. Her mattress absorbed the bulk of her moans. Amy eventually reached her arm back against my stomach. “Hang on, I want to be on top,” she stopped me. We quickly switched positions. I put my hands behind my head and let Amy go to work. She started slowly, grinding against my torso with me fully inside her. “I’m not going to last much longer,” I explained through exhausted breaths. “Tell me when you’re going to cum,” she demanded. I nodded which prompted her to put her hands on my chest. She lifted herself up just enough so that the head of my cock was still inside her. She proceeded to fuck me like this progressively getting harder and faster. I remained in the same position taking in the view of Amy enormous tits bouncing and flopping every which direction. I wanted to savor that image. Amy recognized my orgasm face before I had a chance to say anything. She hopped off me and got to my side. She dropped her mouth back onto my cock, something that took my by surprise. Amy was clear very early on in our relationship that she didn’t swallow cum. I gave her a quick warning but she continued stroking my shaft with her lips firmly stuck in place. I moved my hand to the back of her head and grabbed a fistful of her hair. “Fuck… Amy…. I’m fucking cumming!” My cock twitched and pulsed into her mouth. Amy swallowed each and every drop leaving me speechless in more ways that one. When her mouth was finally free she looked at me and smiled. “Something to remember me by.”
[B/S] My sister and I had a sexual relationship 14 years ago	In 2008, my sister and I took some photos on a digital camera. Without going into too much detail, they were very explicit and would destroy both of our lives if someone saw them. I kind of forgot they even existed for quite a few years, but about 3 years ago I found my old digital camera when tidying my garage with my wife. I started looking through the photos on it, and they were from that time (though not the explicit ones) which reminded me of the other photos' existence. Ever since then I have had this horrible stress every time I think about them. I knew they were saved on an SD card but I had no idea where they were. Every few weeks I would think about the fact that the card is sitting somewhere for someone to find. At first, I was adamant it was in my house somewhere, but after searching high and low I began to question that. About a year ago, I called my sister one weekend when I knew her partner was away. I was so worried about being overheard, I got in my car and drove down the road to make the call. It was an awkward conversation... We hadn't spoken about what had happened since it had happened. I was surprised to hear she hadn't thought about the photos but she understood my concerns, and agreed to look through her things. A few days later she called and said she couldn't find it. My stress continued. Back in 2008, I was 25. I had moved to London in 2007 and had spent the year getting a solid group of friends, and doing a lot of drinking and cocaine. I had the time of my life. In late 2008, my sister, Emily (name changed), who was 20 and a little bit rudderless decided to come over as well. She had seen the fun I was having and was struggling to find her 'thing' after finishing high school. She was and is a bit useless at organising her life, and when she arrived had some issues with her visa that cost her a lot more money than she thought. I had offered for her to stay in my flat with me and my house mate while she got on her feet. She slept in a fold out couch in the lounge. This ended up lasting longer than thought due to the visa costs, and I ended up paying my share of the rent plus a good chunk of her rent. Eventually, my house mate, who had been fine with her moving in, got frustrated (understandably) and told me to get rid of her. I obviously couldn't do that to my sister, and the house mate eventually moved out. Around that time, Emily got a job, and so decided to just take the other room. Emily and I had never been overly close due to our age gap, so living together was a big adjustment. She fit in with my friends surprisingly well and just became a part of the group. One of the other girls in the group who I will call Rachel, was one of the loosest girls I've ever met. One weekend she slept with 4 different guys. All of the guys in our group had been with her at least once, including myself. I was a little worried when Rachel and Emily hit it off so well. Rachel took her under her wing, and Emily quickly started making the same talking points as Rachel (about women's rights and why women need to reclaim their sexuality). And sure enough, it wasn't long before Emily brought her first guy home from a night out. I remember it so vividly. I was seeing a girl at the time and had a quiet night at home with her. At about 1am we were awoken to Emily and this random guy arriving home. Our rooms shared a wall. We heard them talking and I remember him saying loudly 'I'm gonna wreck you' which struck me as a weird thing to say. Then I had to listen to my sister getting plowed by this unknown man. They were both drunk, and so it lasted for at least an hour. As bad as it was, it was just a taste of what was to come. Emily went through what I would describe as a sexual awakening during this time. She slept with a different guy most weeks. I became more comfortable with it, to the point where we could talk about it more openly. We began to get more and more comfortable around each other and sex. At first we would joke about it awkwardly - things like 'sounds like you had fun last night'. Then we got more open - I remember having a long conversation with her one night about the pros and cons of two guys she was sort of seeing. Around that time, a couple of major things happened. Firstly, one of our parents' siblings died suddenly (trying to keep details light to avoid someone recognising this). That caused my parents to cancel a planned trip out to England to visit us for Christmas. Also around this time, a large number of our group of friends returned home to their various countries. This was largely coincidental but kind of had a domino effect. There were also some awkward group dynamics that kind of broke up the friendship group. Suddenly, Emily and I felt quite isolated. Our friend group had disbanded, and we were alone in London. We decided to have a big night out for Emily's birthday, and so I invited a work friend and Emily invited a couple of girls she kind of knew. My friend bailed at the last minute and Emily's friends weren't huge on partying so went home quite early. Emily and I decided to kick on regardless and so we went back to our flat and grabbed some coke we had. We ended up doing all of it and headed back out. We danced together and drank until about 3 or 4am when we got kicked out by the club closing. When we got home, we realised there was still quite a few lines of coke left on the kitchen bench that we had forgotten and so we did some more. We were absolutely fucked. We put on some music and turned on this trippy light thing that Emily had and continued having our own dance party. I remember dancing and getting quite close to each other - rubbing our bodies on each others. I vividly remember sitting down at one point because it had got a bit too aggressive and I'd got hard. I remember sitting with a drink, hiding my boner, while Emily danced for me. She was so sexual in the way she danced. Sliding her hands down her waist and up her sides. She then came over and sat across my lap while she had a drink. I remember having that awkward feeling where I knew what I wanted, I thought I knew what she wanted, but I wasn't sure. We smiled at each other and she looked at my lips and licked hers. I leant in and kissed her. We started kissing pelt at first but then incredibly passionately. She rolled over so she was straddling me in the chair and I grabbed her ass. We kept kissing for a long time. I didn't want it to stop but I also didn't know if she wanted to take it further. Eventually, she climbed off me and held my hand, pulling me towards her room. We lay on the bed and started kissing. I drew my leg in between hers and she started grinding on my thigh. Her skirt rode up. I slipped my hand down between her legs and started to rub her pussy over her panties. She pushed her crouch into my hand, reassuring me she wanted it. I slipped my hand down the front of her panties and felt her wet pussy. And it was wet. I rubbed her pussy while we kissed. She rolled me onto my back and pulled my trousers off. My hard dick flopped out of my boxer shorts. She took it in one hand and started stroking it as she slowly made her way down. She started sucking it. After awhile she climbed on top of me, pulled her panties to the side and slid my cock inside her. She leant down and kissed me as she started moving up and down. We fucked for about an hour. Trying different positions. We were both so fucked from the coke that we just kept going and going. Eventually I came inside her and we fell asleep beside each other. When we woke up at about midday, we both felt like absolute shit. I can't remember much about that day. We didn't talk about it but the next weekend we decided to go for another night out together and ended up basically repeating it again. This time there was no coke, just alcohol. Once again, we ended up in her bed having sex. We went out the next night and this time came home at about 11 to have sex. We ended up doing it twice that night. Once when we got home and once in the middle of the night when we both happened to be awake. We continued this habit for awhile - always using a night out and booze or drugs to instigate it. After a few weeks, and us sleeping together maybe 8 or 9 times, we ended up having sex sober, on a week night. Emily had some movies on her hard drive so we decided to watch one in her bed. I think the TV didn't accept USB or something. We both got into her bed and started watching the movie - I can't remember the movie but I remember it being boring, or at least, not as exciting as Emily, so I started stroking her thigh. She told me we weren't doing it but I kept going. She turned to me and said something like 'seriously, we're not' and again I continued. After awhile she repositioned and spread her legs apart. I slid my hand down her pj's and she squirmed and said no with a giggle, almost like she was being tickled. I know this sounds dodgy but she was definitely a willing participant. It was like a game and she was giggling the whole time. I pulled my hand out and she looked at me and said 'we are not doing this sober' I told her I wanted to and slowly worked my hand back down. She squirmed again but then I slowly started fingering her. She was wet as fuck and eventually she pushed her laptop to the side and pulled me on top of her. We had sex. The next day we talked about it, and agreed that we both wanted to keep going. We knew no one from our home life so we could do what we wanted in London. We began to have sex pretty regularly over the next few months. We slept together every night, and had sex probably 4 or 5 times a week. Emily was on the pill, so didn't get her period and there were no concerns about pregnancy. It was during this time we started taking photos on my digital camera. During the 3 or 4 months we did it, we tried almost everything I could dream of. To this day, I did more with Emily that any other woman including my wife. We experimented with anal sex (a first for us both), we tried some (light) bondage, she dressed up, and we even had a threesome. Unfortunately it was with another guy, not a girl though I did push for that. The guy didn't know we were siblings, and just thought we were a couple. Eventually, Emily decided she had to move home. She was made redundant from her job, and was out of money, so she left. I followed her home about 6 months later, and by the time I got back, she had a boyfriend. I met my wife not long after that and we have never spoken about it again. Until I asked her about the photos. This year, my wife and I went to stay with my parents for Christmas. Because of covid and distance, we hadn't spent a lot of time with them over the past few years. While we were there, I got a chance to look through some of my stuff that they had. I found a shoe box full of old shit. An old Nokia, an ipod, 3 or 4 different extinct charging cables, spare change in a few different currencies, and at the very bottom, 3 SD cards. I quickly plugged them into my old laptop one by one. The first was empty, but the second was the one. I couldnt believe it. As soon as I plugged it in it, and the thumbnails loaded, I knew it. How could I have been so dumb to just toss this in a box of useless shit for anyone to find? I put it in my wallet and left it there until I got home. I called Emily to tell her I had them. Our conversation about was brief - she seemed taken aback by it and told me to destroy them but she messaged me the next day to apologise for being weird about it and we have spoken more openly about it since. I told her I destroyed them. In reality I uploaded them to my phone, and then smashed and disposed of the sd card. We are both in committed relationships now but they are a nice memento of a very fun time. No I am not going to post the photos.
Are teachers the naughtiest? [FM]	This was the second teacher I've met and wow, I can’t believe how wild she was but then again, I'll let you decide. This one definitely made the first one look pretty timid despite her being pretty kinky too! I mean on the first date I creampied her and had my thumb in her ass but you know some women are even more incredible.Anyway, let me tell you about Jessica! As with most of my stories they started on tinder. I matched with Jessica, dirty blonde hair, nice little nose piercing, wouldn’t say tall but certainly not small and relatively slim. I wouldn’t say she was absolutely stunning but I thought she looked fairly attractive and quite cute. We got talking, she lived a reasonable distance from me, about 2 hours away but it’s one train journey away. I didn’t think our conversations would end they way they did but we spoke generally, what we did for work and stuff we did. She was a music teacher and played violin. So now I’m really thinking, going to be pretty innocent. Our conversations started to get a little more flirty but nothing too crazy one night I sensed we could maybe see if we could make it a bit naughtier, a personal favourite is asking someone something like, “what’s the wildest thing you’ve done recently or ever done”. Now from experience, it either makes the conversation or tells you enough to either end it or continue if you’re looking for more fun than serious. I remember Jessica’s answer pretty well and it surprised me. “Probably having sex in a car park with my ex on the way home from a night out” Boy was I not expecting this. Maybe she wasn’t quite as innocent as I thought. I asked more about it and we soon started asking each other naughtier and naughtier questions. Over that week we spoke every day, mostly about sex. What we liked, what toys she owned, what toys she should buy and lots more. Turns out Jessica was pretty kinky and up for a lot. We quickly moved from tinder to messaging, the pictures started to flow and as did the videos. The videos for naughtier and naughtier, she loved to take direction from me. One night she was playing the wii and I had her strip, she just had her white flat converse on, I had her naked legs spread touching herself sending me videos of it, I told her minimum of three fingers in her beautiful little pussy. She obliged, lying on her sofa; Mario left playing. This is when I upped the anti, I love making women use alternative objects, fuck yourself with the wii remote. Jessica did as she was told, the wii remote was in her pussy, she took it quite easily. She had the live out, naturally the bottle was next, it was probably bigger than her three fingers, Jessica stretched her pussy and ducked herself with it. She looked so hot lying there legs spread, sending me whatever I wanted. We settled on some toys for her to buy, my favourite was the butt plug set. She told me that they arrived a few days later and she knew immediately what I’d ask, again on the sofa this time her little ass looking beautiful with a pink plug in there. I made her stretch her little pussy all night, by the end of the night she had her had up to her second knuckles in her pussy still with her toy in her ass. She loved it. We’d never met, but exchanging lots of videos and pictures most nights. Graphically explaining what we’d do to each other, what we’ve done before. Wow, what a girl. I knew that when we’d eventually meet up it would be a lot of fun but I wasn’t rushing. The build up was hot enough to keep me from instantly driving down the road, I think she enjoyed it too. I knew everything that she’d like to do, I knew she was going to let me cum in her pussy, I knew she’d deepthroat my cock and I knew that she was going to let me put my cock in her ass. There wasn’t going to be much of a problem with knowing what she’d like/not like. Jessica loved how naughty I’d make her, trying new things like making her stretch her own pussy. Buying sex toys and talking about lingerie that look great on her. 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 are there any teachers here that think they could rival Jessica? Or similar experiences? Should I share more about Jess? This was only the first time, and we haven’t started on the toys or her ass…
My First Orgasm [F18][First Time Masturbation]	Have you ever wished that you could experience your first orgasm again? This is the story of mine. I am the middle child of 5 in my family with 2 sisters and 2 brothers. I always felt like I was the odd one out. I was raised in a strict religious household, Mormon, to be exact. I never really believed what I was being taught but my parents didn't really give me a choice. They are both very conservative and wanted the best for their children so they pushed us all hard. My siblings excelled while I seemed to lag behind. I probably have some undiagnosed form of ADD but my parents didn't trust therapists. Schoolwork was actually pretty easy for me if I had the motivation to do it. From a young age I knew that I was perverted, I would always take off the clothes of my barbie dolls. I had this computer game that let you drag and drop characters and could be painted. I would use the dropper tool on their skin and paint over their clothes to make them naked. My parents caught me and were furious. I still remember the day in school where the concept of puberty was introduced to me and afterwards my mom picked me up and gave me the sex talk in the car. She very briefly described how a man puts his penis in a woman's vagina and ejaculates sperm and then she becomes pregnant. She spent more time on how it's only between a married man and woman and to have children. That was it, for the rest of my life my parents have not uttered a word about sex to me. I learned more about it in my health and biology classes. I had no access to pornogrophy, we had the internet but it was heavily filtered. I knew about it from kids at school and one time I tried to look it up, it was blocked. My older brother got blamed for it. We could watch pg-13 movies but if it had a sex scene my dad would fast forward through it. Homosexuality is also not allowed. I didn't know how 2 women could have sex with each other but I was curious. There was a small group of girls at my school that were lesbian but I was really shy and nerver talked to them, plus my parents would never have let me hang out with them. I was also afraid that anyone I told would think I was weird. So I kept my feelings inside. I wasn't allowed to date until I was 16 and it had to be a mormon boy. I didn't really have much interest so I only went on one date while I lived at home. I didn't even go to my senior prom. The urges however were unrelenting as my body changed during puberty. I started to develop breasts and hips and my hair started getting darker. I thought I looked ugly but my sister said I was beautiful. My older sister was the only one I got along with but she had left home for college and I felt even more alone. My parents were too busy with work and church to notice anything wrong with me. One night I couldn't sleep. I was laying in bed thinking about the fact that I would probably never have sex. It's not that I haven't fantasized about doing it. All the girls in my class were talking about boys and going on dates and having sex. I knew that I was different from them because I didn't know how. I rolled onto my side and brought my pillow close to me and put it under my butt. I was wearing underwear at the time but no bra. My breasts were pressed against the pillow and I started rubbing my thighs together. I was thinking about how nice it would feel if someone did that to me. I felt a tingling sensation starting to grow in between my legs. I began rubbing faster. I had never done anything like this before and it was exciting. I could feel my breathing becoming deeper and I could taste the scent of my arousal. I was moaning softly. The feeling grew stronger and I could feel myself getting wetter. I was grinding my hips into the pillow harder and faster. I was breathing harder now and I could feel my heart beating in my chest. My body seemed to know what it was doing on its own. I was no longer in control of my actions. I was just responding to the sensations that were happening to my body. My moans became louder and I was thrusting my hips forward. My eyes were closed and I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks and neck. My body was trembling and I could feel the pressure building in my lower belly. I was breathing faster and harder. I was screaming silently in my head for release. I couldn't hold back anymore, I had to touch my pussy. I moved my hand inside of my panties and could feel the heat and wetness. I exploded violently when I finally touched my clit. I cried out and fell backwards on my bed. My whole body shook with aftershocks. I lay there panting and gasping. I had never experienced something like that before. It was amazing. I slowly opened my eyes and saw my clock. It was 3:00 am. I laid there staring at the ceiling. I had never been so horny in my entire life. I was still burning up from what happened. I rubbed my fingers over my clitoris and felt the little nub of flesh that made me feel so good. I had never felt this way before. I was never supposed to feel pleasure. I was only supposed to be happy when I was married and had children. I reached down and touched my pussy and ran them slowly over my lips. I was so wet. I was dripping all over the sheets. I could feel the wetness running down my thighs. I slipped a finger inside of me and slid it in and out. It was warm and slippery. I continued to rub my clit and slide my fingers in and out of me. I was so turned on. I couldn't get enough of touching myself. I spread my legs open and stuck my middle finger deep inside of me. I was so hot and wet. My hands were shaking and I was breathing heavy. I had never felt this way before. I was almost crying because I was so aroused. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. My body was vibrating with excitement. I was shaking uncontrollably. I took my other hand and held it near my clit. I could feel my juices flowing out of me and sliding down my fingers. I was so horny. I needed more. I pulled my finger out of my pussy and stuck 2 fingers inside of me. I was stroking my clit and fingering myself furiously. I was moaning and thrusting my hips toward my fingers. I couldn't stop. I was going crazy. I was screaming in my head and arching my back. I was so embarrassed but I couldn't help it. I couldn't stop. I began to feel the overwhelming pleasure again, I was trying to keep quiet but my voice betrayed me. I put one hand over my mouth to muffle the noises I was making. I was humping the air and I could feel my juices squirting out of me. I was so wet. I couldn't believe it. I had never been this turned on before. My whole body was trembling and I was gasping for breath. I collapsed onto the bed and lay there panting, my eyes were closed. For the first time in my life I finally felt content for the moment. My bed was a mess, but I didnt care as I drifted off to sleep.
A night out [MF] [20s] [Quickie] [Mdom]	Before the stall’s door even closes he is already throwing me against the wall. We could barely keep our hands off each other on our way to the bathroom. His mouth meets mine, hungry, eager, our tongues swirling against each other as the heat builds within us. Fuck, I want him so bad… He starts touching me softly under my short, red skirt. He slowly rubs my clit, his thumb working in slow, circular movements. Waves of pleasure shoot through my body. His lips start moving away from mine, waving a pattern of gentle kisses, moving through my cheek, my chin, my neck. He bites, softly, into my ear, and I cannot suppress the moan that slips through my mouth. What if someone hears us? “Mm, you like this, don’t you,” his whisper washes the worry out of my mind as his thumb starts speeding up. He towers over me, tall, muscular, his strong arm wrapped around my small frame as he rubs me. I melt into his arms, the cramped bathroom stall disappearing into the background as all there is is me and him. Me and his embrace. Me and the slightly acrid scent of his cologne. Me and the rough touch of his stubble on my neck as he kisses me. Me and his fingers, so nimble and yet so assertive, making their way inside me. At this moment, I am his. All of a sudden, it stops. He thrusts me onto the wall, away from his grip, and looks me in the eyes, teasingly, his arms gently resting upon my shoulders. His head approaches mine, delicately, and his soft whisper nearly makes me go crazy. "It's your turn now" He shoves me down onto my knees, directly in front of his crotch, his large bulge pressing against his pants, almost about to burst. He's smiling at me, the same sly grin on his face, his hands now cupping the back of my head. My mouth is already watering as I start undoing his pants. I barely release his cock and he already shoves it into my face. His grip on my head tightens as he starts to slowly but powerfully fuck my mouth. At this moment, all I can do is watch as he thrusts, a playful smile on his lips as his cock starts going further and further inside me. I can hardly breathe, his length filling up my throat. My eyes are tearing up, I’m nearly choking on this massive cock, and I NEED him inside me. I push against him and gasp for air as he leaves my mouth. “Fuck me.” Overwhelmed and breathless, I sound desperate. With that gorgeous sly smile of his, he obliges. He grabs me in his hands, and in a quick motion brings me to my feet and turns me around. In this small stall, I am forced back into the wall. He swiftly brushes my soaked panties to the side, and I can feel his cock slowly rubbing against my pussy, teasing my slit but never entering. I whimper in protest, but that just seems to make him enjoy his teasing more. He brings his hand to my hair, and gently caresses it, those same fingers that were driving me crazy now weaving a passionate pattern through my locks. It takes me by surprise, then, when they close into a fist, pulling my head back as he shoves his cock into my soaking wet pussy. The unexpected wave of pleasure drives me into a moan that sure would have gotten us caught if he hadn’t covered my mouth with his hand. “You are a dirty little slut, aren’t you?” He lightly whispers it into my ear, causing me goosebumps as his thrusts get stronger and stronger. His strong grip still holds my hair, pulling me back even further as he starts kissing my neck, all the softness of before gone, replaced by a rough passion. The harsh scrape of his stubble, the animalistic hunger of his kisses, the unbreakable hold of his arms bring me into pure bliss. I can barely control myself, and I groan louder and louder into his strong hand. He increases his pace, and I know he is just as close as I am. I almost unconsciously bring my hand to my crotch, rubbing my clit as he pounds me, bringing myself closer and closer to the edge, my fingers reaching the rhythm of his own thrusting, the overwhelming sensations coalescing into a symphony of pleasure. Barely conscious of anything beyond my own ecstasy, I can feel his hand, which a moment ago covered my mouth, closing its grip around my neck. I attempt to stifle a gasp at the gesture, my sensation slowly slipping out of my control, when I feel his whisper in my ear, so soft and yet so commanding. “Are you going to cum for me, baby?” At that moment I lose any sense of control, overtaken by sensation, waves of pleasure flowing through my body, following along the rhythm of his pounding, carrying me through overwhelming bliss. I melt completely into his grip, barely aware of anything beyond my orgasm and the power of his touch. It is at this moment that his dick bursts. He brings me closer, tighter, as his thrusting brings him into his own orgasm, filling me with his cum as he lets out a low groan of pleasure. We slow down as our climax subsides, still pressed tightly onto each other. We back onto a wall and slide down towards the floor, exhausted, as he finally pulls his cock out. I start playfully licking his oversensitive cock, wiping it clean as he groans, overwhelmed by sensation. He softly strokes my hair, and I see his smile as I rise back up. “Damn, you’re hot.” I smile as I get up, tucking my panties back into place. “Hey, uh…” he stammers, looking at my panties, slowly getting covered by his cum, as I tidy up my skirt. “I’m on the pill.” I say absentmindedly. It seems to calm him down. I finish tidying myself up, though my hair still looks a bit roughed up, and make towards the door. “Hey,” he grins, “what was your name again?” I smile. With a wink, I open the door and leave.
I love car sex [F24] [M24]	I’ve never been one for car sex, but a pretty boy with a big dick convinced me to try it and that’s how I have a cum stain on the back seat of my car. We go to the back seat of my car, and he orders me to take off my clothes. He takes his dick out, and tells me to come suck it. I get on all fours and lick the head of his dick. He groans and smacks my ass as he encourages me to continue. I get his dick as sloppy as possible, trying my best to take it all down my throat, but he’s big and thick, so I gag, spit dripping down my chin. This only makes him harder, and he tries to gently push my head down to deep throat him, but I only manage for a second or two before choking on it. He lays me down on the seats and goes to town on my pussy, sucking my clit into his mouth in a way that has my legs shaking where they sit over his shoulders. He tells me he’s been waiting to eat me out for days and that I taste so good. He’d eat me out for longer if I let him, but I ask him to fuck me. I’m tight, and he’s bigger than I’m used to (8”), but I’m soaking wet so he slides right in with little resistance. He loves to look down to watch his dick slide in and out of me. When his dick slips out, he slaps the head of his dick on my clit, making me squirm, until I beg him to fuck me again. “You can fuck me as hard as you want to,” I tell him. He grabs my hips closer, and bends me in half, and fucks me so roughly I’m still sore a few days later. “God I love your dick,” I tell him, and he wraps his hand around my neck tightly, fucking me harder as I keep praising him, until he whispers that he’s going to cum, and pulls out to cum all over my tits. After cleaning me off with a napkin, he immediately grabs me and falls asleep with his head in my lap. He sleeps for 10 minutes, before he turns his head where it lies in my lap, so that his mouth is at my pussy. He lazily licks at my clit for a few moments before telling me he’s going to fuck me again. Obediently, I turn around onto all fours, and let him fuck me two more times that night.
[M/d] mom helps me shave update 5	Hi sorry for disappearing it's been a long time, but I'm back, the reason that I stopped updating is because after last time with my mom, the conversation in bed went great, we talked about our relationship, where we want it to go. I had absolutely no issue making her be my girlfriend she's absolutely gorgeous and I love her she knows me more than anyone But after we agreed to all 2 days later she told me it was a mistake and that she shouldn't have ever acted the way she did. She told me she was going to go for a vacation because she felt that she's lost who she is For awhile I've just been home alone to this point I even started going out with this girl. I honestly thought my Mom disappeared from the face of the earth no calls or text or anything She arrived today, we haven't spoken because she arrived when i was asleep. Nothing has happened and we haven't talked yet due to work but I'm going to see if she'll talk to me again and explain just what exactly happened and what this all means. Also the girl i went out with, just 2 dates is also a judo athlete. Don't know where this is going to go but i hope me and my mom can just recuperate our relationship. I'll keep you all posted
Part 2 [NSFW, LESBIAN, M STALKING 18+]	Part 2... He watched as the woman he had fallen in love with was kissing someone else. Not just anyone else... another woman. A very sexy woman. He started breathing heavy, stroking himself. He watched as they entered the house, while the woman of his dreams was going inside he watched as she licked her fingers. Oh my god, she likes that pussy. He knew exactly where they were going and he needed to watch. He got out of the tree and stealthily walked around to the kitchen window. He knew every inch of this house and the property around it. He knew the neighbors couldn't see or hear anything, as the parcels were 3 acres each. As he creeped up to the kitchen window, he knew his precious would be offering their friend a drink. He imagined he was in the kitchen with them. That she had brought home a friend, and they would wine and dine, and even both 69 her. He imaginex he would be leaning against the kitchen sink as him and the friend discuss how sexy the strawberry blonde bombshell is. They would discuss how soft her lips are, and he would make a joke about how she's gonna be surprised at how soft the other ones are. They would laugh and he would kiss her, while his love watched. Reaching up under her dress, he needed to taste her too. He pulled himself back from his daydream just in time to watch the owner of the home pull her dream date close as they kiss again. He watches as she kisses the dates neck, down to her collar bone, moving the dress down over her boobs, nipple comes popping up. Leaning down she sucks on them and the date moans. She pulls her in closer to her nipple, moving her chest up. He can see the date lean against the kitchen sink, as a she moves down, pushing the womans legs open. Now all he can see is a full head of strawberry blonde color between this sexy womans legs, and he can hear both moaning. He looks down at his hard cock in his hand and can imagine how wet the love of his life is. Her pussy must be literally dripping. Ineed to taste it- he thought. All of a sudden, he's at the door. What am I doing?- he thinks. It's like something has control over him, he can't stop himself. He's opening the door and walking in quietly. He's never been inside, but he knows the whole layout of the house. It smells like a girls house, clean yet sexy. He inhales deeply, and looks around. The entrance is beautiful, she really knows how to decorate. He continues walking past the stairs and into the living room. Hmm.. , he thinks, we've got the same style , we could live together. He continues walking past the living room and into the kitchen. He stands in the dark, watching the beauty unfold. He looks at the counter, mail addressed to her- Miss Anastasia Torres. Turning his attention back to the show, Anastasia continues lickikg and sucking between her friends legs. Both woman moaning, teasing themselves and eachother. He can smell that both of them are ready. Ready for him.. he walks out into the light just as the date opens her eyes. "Mmmm.. you didn't tell me you had a boyfriend" as she pushed Anastasia's head into her pussy with one hand, moving her hips up, squeezing her nipples with the other "I don't..." Both woman stand up, staring at him. He's got his cock out, stroking. "Hello Anastasia.." he says..
Coeds Trading Their Bodies for Grades p3 (M35/F19/F19) (college) (professor) (office) (MFF) (threesome)	Anthony was having another dream semester. Some research was being published, and in between research and grading, his two sexy coeds would sneak into his office to get fucked. Erin and Camilla worked hard for their grades, either on their knees or bent over his desk getting their tight little bodies pounded. He’d kept them separate, relying on his performance to buy Camilla’s secrecy, but as he wrapped a review session for their upcoming test, he saw them share whispers and looks. Anthony didn’t like losing control of the situation again. He knew the chat wasn’t innocent when they both met his eye and winked. Later that evening, Anthony was finishing up some work when a knock signified his fucktoy for the night had arrived. He tried not to look surprised when both sexy coeds walked in and sat down. “Hey professor,” they said in unison, both batting their eyelashes flirtatiously. Erin continued in a seductive voice, “I know our deal was only for homework assignments, but we were hoping we could work something out for this test coming up.” Camilla jumped in, with a sensual melody. “I know you will be super busy grading all of those papers. We thought it would be considerate of your time if we just came together.” Relief flooded Anthony as he seized control again. “I guess we can work something out. What did you two have in mind?” They looked at each, grinning nervously and came together in a hot lingering kiss. Their lips and hands started tentative, but as Anthony watched, his cock quickly straining against his pants, they grew more comfortable with the other’s body. While the girls played and clothes started to come off, Anthony circled, checking his office lock. Good thing this meeting was late, he doubted this would stay quiet. He guided the girls, now in only underwear, to their feet and slipped between the duo. Camilla’s lips immediately jumped to his, but her hand stayed in Erin’s cute little panties, while Erin kissed down his neck and stroked his trembling bulge. Anthony squeezed their pert asses as he kissed whatever he could reach, but held them from taking his clothes yet. Once their bras came flying off, he took control again, bending both girls over his desk. “Homework grades aren’t enough for my slutty college girls?” Anthony pinched their panties together, so they barely covered their holes. “You two are so bad. But those are my favorite students.” He rubbed their asses as they looked up at him, expectant. “Means I can really teach and punish.” He spanked both asses. Erin yelped while Camilla smiled, but both turned as said, “more, sir.” He smiled. “Faces down.” They obeyed as he reeled back and spanked again and again. His hand was already showing on Erin’s porcelain skin, while Camilla needed a fourth to start turning red. They wiggled their asses, enjoying their spankings. Camila got another spank, but he carefully slid two fingers into Erin’s soaking wetness, eliciting moans. When he checked, his latin coed was also dripping. For a minute, he kept the girls in this position, bent over his desk while his fingers pulsed in and out. They started to moan softly, turning to face each other and enjoying watching the other experience her pleasure. “Kiss,” Anthony whispered. The duo exchanging more wet kisses, as their bodies magnetized together, but Anthony kept their hips lined up side by side. Kneeling, he carefully tasted Camilla’s sweet juices while keeping his fingers inside his Asian slut, before swapping positions to lick Erin’s tight slit. The girls’ tight, steaming bodies rubbed together, desperate for cock, their grades seemingly forgotten. “Do you two sluts want your professor’s cock inside you? Are you ready for your pussies to be stretched and filled?” At their frantic nodding, he continued, “come make sure my cock is ready.” Of course, he was more than ready, his dick straining against his pants since the girls walked in, but he sat back and wanted the girls to earn their grade. The nubile coeds fell to their knees and nakedly crawled to their professor. While Camilla hungrily ripped off his pants, Erin took control of his cock. Their first session, she struggled with his size, as apparently her boyfriend didn’t measure up, but now she was a pro. “Oh fuck, she’s nasty,” murmured Camilla as Erin slurped and sloppily filled her throat with her professor’s cock. When Erin briefly came up for air, Camilla greedily took Erin’s place, determined to show her own skills. Anthony watched as the duo grew steadily more sloppy, drool dripping down over their chins and onto their perky tits, and playfully fought over his cock. Their cute competition drove each other to get nastier, their greedy mouths licking, sucking, and probing more. Anthony forgot any other plans as his slutty savages drove him on. Soon, Camilla was below, sucking his balls and stroking his base while Erin hungrily sucked his tip, overwhelming him. “Fuck,” he moaned as he erupted, flooding Erin’s wet mouth. While she gasped in surprise, Camilla shot up. “Did you already cum?” “Already?? Did you see what you two were doing? I’m surprised I lasted that long. You two more than earned your grade.” Sputtering as she swallowed his massive load, Erin stammered out “but- I want-“ Camilla cut her off. “He’s really making us work for his cock. But we’re sexy students. I’m sure professor will get up for us again, no problem.” Camila stood and straddled her professor’s leg, grinding and pushing a perky nipple into his mouth. As Anthony made to squeeze her sexy latina ass, Erin straddled his other leg, sharing a wet kiss with her slutty teammate. As their hands found their professor’s cock, the effect was near instant and they were quickly stroking a fully erect shaft. Camilla took charge, adjusting to slide her tight dripping pussy down his dick, riding his cock just like how he’d taught her, while Erin greedily watched on. He let Camilla rock her hips and dance before retaking control. “Erin, bend over the desk. Spank your ass and touch your pussy as you wait,” he growled as he grabbed Camilla and thrust her down harder. He tried to hide how sensitive the girl’s mouths had made him, but needed to quickly switch positions. He carried Camilla to the desk, giving her the same commands as he plowed into Erin next. She spread her tight little cheeks as Anthony pounded her little slit till she was cumming hard on his cock and her friend was muffling her. When he switched back to Camilla, he pulled her dark hair and thrust into her sexy hips with abandon. When he also pressed his thumb into her little ass, she fully submitted, her body quivering as she squirted down the side of his desk again. He then guided the girls to the floor, stacking them with Camilla on top. As the girls shared more steaming kisses, Anthony plunged their pussies in turn, trying to decide which one would receive his next load. But their tight slits didn’t give him enough time to decide and he soon pulled out and blasted both. Now sticky and sweaty, the girls rubbed their bodies together, their cum covered pussies grinding together seductively, while Anthony sat back in his chair and watched. If he wasn’t careful, the girls could talk him into anything right now, and he had to play it cool. “You two got your grades and your orgasms. Better head out before I make you do real work,” he bluffed. From the floored, they moaned in unison, “please professor. Just a little more?”
[f/d] Dad and I get more kinky	Ive really been enjoying anal with Dad. He loves it so much that we try for it pretty regularly. It's started to feel absolutely amazing especially when he cums in me back in there. Lately we tried a few other kinky things, like he's been blindfolding me, or sometimes he holds my wrists down which I find fun too. And a few other little things here and there. It's amazing to think that a few months ago I thought it would never happen and now I am by his side every night. I love him so much.
Forever Hung (Part 22) [sci-fi] [slow burn] [all characters over 21] [MF] [teasing]	With my time at the professor’s estate drawing to a close, I wondered if Harry would ever finish his portico. It stood half-finished, untouched since he’d won the affections of his wife. A pile of cut-and-ready boards nearby, already worn from weather. Until one morning I heard the familiar sound of his hammer. I was watching him through the kitchen window with my coffee when Clara gave me a big hug from behind. “Everything all right with him?” I asked. “Sure, as far as I know,” she shrugged. “You didn’t confront him about Madison?” She shrugged again and shook her head. But every time I saw them together there was an unspoken tension. They avoided eye contact and seemed to only speak the occasional, perfunctory “excuse me” or “pass the tartar sauce, please.” Clara spent more time in the library and I even saw Harry take the boat out alone. With me, meanwhile, she was more affectionate than ever. If we passed each other, she took and squeezed my hand. She pulled me into secret nooks around the house for a quick kiss. “Will you visit after you go?” she’d ask. She came to me at night and wouldn’t return to Harry until the early hours of the morning. On Thursday I needed to check her vitals before I left for good. She sat in the chair by my desk in a paper-thin white sundress. Harry worked at his station a few desks away. “One final physical,” she smiled. “Make it a good one.” I overheard their arguments through the vents. He’d accuse her of hanging wet towels over the doors, she’d call him fat, but they never directly addressed what was bothering them. And then I opened the door one morning to find an invitation to a farewell shooting party, a double-barrel shotgun leaning against the wall. \\\* Madison and I walked to the garage together, each of us sporting our best impression of an aristocratic gamesman. We were dressed much the same—brown and green jackets with brown boots—except Madison wore tight white jeans, probably brighter than the traditional hunter. “Just you today?” I asked. Madison shrugged. “Just the one gun.” Harry was busy loading gear into one of two vintage sports cars. Clara sat in the passenger seat with one leg on the ground through the open door. Her dark pants, the knee-high boots—I thought about our first time in the stable. “Good, we’re all here,” Harry said. “I thought we’d take the Healeys out into the mud.” He slammed the trunk and didn’t seem especially excited about the activity he’d arranged. “Beautiful cars,” I said, trying not to look at Clara. “Two to a car,” he said. “So first things first, who’s riding with who?” “I’ll drive that one,” I said, walking toward Clara’s car. She smiled. “Does this thing come with goggles?” I asked Clara as I shut the door. “I wish you’d picked the other car,” she said, touching my thigh. “He’s already suspicious.” I leaned over and gave her a quick peck on the lips when I was reasonably sure he wasn’t looking. We started the cars and I let Harry lead us along the service roads into the interior forests of the estate. Clara held both our shotguns upright between her legs. We could see Harry and Madison’s heads through their rear window as we drove. One occasionally turned to the other. “You know how to use one of those?” I asked. “A little. Shells go in the back. Squeeze a little to shoot one, squeeze a lot to shoot both,” she said. “Do you?” “Not at all,” I said. “Does he?” “Not that I know of. Not the old Harry.” We saw Madison’s head duck below the seat back. She didn’t re-emerge for a few minutes. “Do I have anything to worry about here?” I asked. Clara glanced at me. She said no, she said of course not, but she didn’t seem to find the notion as emphatically ridiculous as I had hoped. We arrived on the edge of a large field. “We’re looking for quail,” Harry shouted as Clara and I stepped out of the car. “We’ll wander as a group. If you see one scatter, call it, then fire. I trust you all know how to use the gun.” “No clue,” I said, purposefully holding it by the wrong end. “Clara can help you,” he said. “We walk!” He fired his gun into the air, but accidentally set off both barrels. Every quail within earshot immediately took off from the brush, but Harry simply reloaded and marched into the field as if this was no set back at all. I followed behind Clara. I kept my eyes along the top of the grass for any sign of movement, but I mostly watched the tips brush against her jeans as she walked. A flurry of movement, shouts, then a gunshot. I turned to see smoke billowing from Madison’s shotgun, raised toward the sky. “Did I get him?” She asked. “Missed,” Harry said. Another flurry, another bird likely inspired by the first. Clara took aim and fired low into the grass. “You have to call it!” Harry shouted. “Mine!” And he fired at the bird Clara missed as it hurried up into the sky, but he also missed. I stopped watching for birds, stopped watching Clara walk, and instead began to take stock of everyone’s position in the field. The four of us responding to random patterns of birds, firing in different directions—it was clear none of us knew what we were doing. “Mine!” Madison shouted. She fired at the sky over Harry’s head. Not close, but worryingly near enough that he instinctively ducked. Seeing that she’d missed, he held his gun straight up and fired his own useless shot. “I think we should leave,” I told Clara. “No sneaking away, Charlie,” she said. “Not that, I just have a bad feeling.” Another gunshot. Harry firing into the trees. A bird in the sky. The wrong kind. Out of range. Clara took a shot anyway. Harry, not to be outdone, took his own. “I think that’s an eagle,” Clara said. Everyone reloaded. “Mine!” Harry shouted. He fired just to my right. Then a scream. We all looked toward Madison, crouched down in the grass, holding her leg. “I’m fine,” she said. “Just—” she started to stand, then crouched again. “I may have twisted my ankle.” Harry strapped his gun across his back and pressed through the grass. “Harry to the rescue,” Clara said derisively, loud enough for us all to hear. He knelt next to Madison and we watched as they spoke, as he held his hands against her leg. “Poor dear,” Clara said with a tight grin, loud enough only for me. After a moment he took Madison’s gun, wore it next to his own, and lifted her gently from the ground in both arms. “Slight sprain,” he shouted to us as he carried Madison toward the cars. As we watched them move toward the edge of the field, Clara stepped closer to me. Her right arm brushed against my left, her hip against my fingers. They rounded the back of their car. He opened the driver-side door. He set her in the seat, he knelt, and then they were both out of sight. Clara watched, clearly expecting her husband to re-emerge, his good deed done. When he didn’t, him or Madison only occasionally visible through the rear window, Clara let out a deep sigh and turned to me. “Have you shot that yet?” She asked, eyeing my shotgun. “No,” I said. “Didn’t Harry say I should show you how?” She smiled and placed a hand between my legs. “Jesus Christ, Clara,” I said, swatting her hand away. “Terrible idea.” She moved around behind me. I felt her chest press against my back. “Put your fingers around it.” She held my left hand and placed it beneath the shotgun barrel. “Aim for that treetop over there. Look down the barrel.” “These are very obvious tips,” I said. “You know these?” “Everyone knows these.” “And don’t fire before you’re ready,” she said, slipping her hand into my pants. I kept my eyes on the car. Harry was still crouched out of sight, or sitting in the driver's seat, or lying back across the seat, or whatever on earth he was doing with Madison. Clara pressed her pelvis against my ass. “Just take a deep breath,” she said, caressing my growing cock between her thumb and forefinger. “Shoot whenever you’re ready.” “You’re going to get us both killed,” I said. I lowered the gun, pulled her hand away, and turned to face her. She held her chest against mine. “I think my husband is occupied—” A gunshot. Not mine, the pellets falling in the grass somewhere behind Clara. I never heard a bird. She squeezed my arms, eyes wide, then peeled her body from mine as I jerked around to see Harry walking toward us from the edge of the field, lowering one gun from his shoulder, the other still sling across his back. Behind him the car was pulling away, heading back along the overgrown road. “Nothing too serious, but she’s going to wait for us at the house,” he shouted. Clara and I watched as he approached. “Don’t run,” she said quietly. “I wasn’t going to. Should I?” “No,” she stressed. Harry held the gun against his shoulder as he stepped toward us, the metal barrel clanking against the second gun. He looked each of us over. “Did she show you a thing or two?” he asked me. I didn’t know what to say, and he walked past us, scanning the field for quail. I looked at Clara and she looked at me, both of us unsure. Another gunshot as a bird took flight. Another miss. Harry began to reload his gun. “Harry, sir,” I said. “With one injury already on the books, maybe we should all call it a day.” “And let you end your stay here without bagging a bird? Nonsense.” “I was only here for the experiment. Resounding success, as you said.” He fired off another two quick shots—at what, I have no idea—and promptly reloaded. “Take a shot, Charlie!” He shouted. I glanced at Clara. She nodded, and not seeing any quail, I took aim at a distant tree. I fired both rounds, the pellets falling far short of my target, and I fished two new shells from my pocket. “Don’t they typically use hunting dogs for this?” Clara asked. “Don’t have any,” Harry said. “Could have made some, I suppose, but like I said, Charlie’s leaving us soon.” “And Madison,” she added. “Yes yes.” He fired another shot. A quail took off from the middle of the field, the closest any had been thus far. “Mine!” Clara called, but as she held the gun to her shoulder, lining up her shot, Harry fired himself. The bird dropped, the first stolen kill. But worse than that, based on his position, based on the quail’s, Harry had nearly shot me in the process. Rather than fear, I suddenly found myself very angry. At best, I was nearly killed because Harry refused to abide by his own rules. At worst, he wanted me dead for sleeping with the woman he was cheating on. “Watch it, old man,” I said. “Care to go fetch my kill, Charlie?” “Fuck you.” “Fuck me or fuck my wife?” He laughed, reloading. “Boys, okay,” Clara interjected. “You want me to fetch you’re fucking bird?” I stomped through the field, searching the grass. He fired in the air to my left. I found the first sign of feathers. He fired to my right. Finding the bird, I punted it as far as I could, which ended up not being very far at all. “Stop it,” Clara said. Harry came after me, and rather than reload he threw his entire gun at me, then pulled the second from behind his back, accidentally firing both rounds into the ground in the process. I took my gun by the end of the barrel and began swinging in his general direction, his body a good twenty yards from the end of my club. “Stop stop stop!” Clara shouted, then fired her own gun into the air. We all stood for a moment. The smoke swirled from Clara’s barrel, a sodden cloud hung by Harry’s ankles. “Who’s it going to be, Clara,” Harry said after a few moments. “What?” she asked. “Me or him?” “Bored with your coed?” she asked. “Yes, frankly! Bored with yours?” Clara looked at me, started to say something, but then turned back to Harry. “He reminded me of you,” she said. “That’s it, then?” I said. “No!” she said. “No?” Harry said. “I don’t know,” she said. “Who’s it going to be?” Harry repeated. “I don’t know.” “Harry or Charlie.” “I don’t know.” “Your husband or a little boy?” “I don’t know!” She threw her gun on the ground, where it went off and we all did a nervous little hop. Clara watched the smoke rise from the barrel. “I need one more night,” she said. Her response didn’t particularly thrill Harry nor I, but short of murder, what else could we do. With the sun setting, the three of us walked in silence toward the edge of the field. Harry threw his kill into the trunk along with the shotguns and the three of us squeezed into the two-seater for the drive home, Clara between the two of us, straddling the gear shift.
[A/ne] - Hot Tub with Aunt - Weekend Trip	Friday afternoon, my Aunt drove down to my house, looking very different. She hit up a tanning saloon, and her skin was a lot darker than usual. She had her hair a bit lighter, too, more of a platinum blonde. I put my bag in the trunk and saw that she had three bags. I questioned whether she knew if we were going for just two nights. We took her car on the trip, and I drove two hours to our destination. Our conversations were about our trip, things we wanted to do, and what dinner was that evening. When we got to the hotel and our room, she started to unpack and wanted to get ready for dinner. Dinner was over two hours from now, so I put on the television. She was doing her makeup, wearing just a black thong, and I couldn't help but go over and touch her butt. I was asked to back off if we wanted to make it on time. I took a shower and started to change myself, dressing up in a button-down shirt and slacks. She put on one of the hottest dresses I've ever seen. It was sparkly, and it had a large v cut-out showing cleavage and side boob simultaneously. A sparkly necklace and just dressed to be seen. I was taken aback a bit and told her how hot she looks. An awkward look was on her face, though, because she was saddened we couldn't get a photo. I told her we could and took one with my phone, showing her how to hide it. She took one more with her phone and hid it. I grabbed two bottles of wine out of the fridge and put them into an insulated bag, and we were off to our destination. The venue I picked out has fantastic food, but it's a tiny/tight place. We ordered some great food and enjoyed our wine. My Aunt was sitting across from me and occasionally put her foot out, touching my leg. It was a great meal, and we finished both bottles. After we were done, we got a ride back, stopping at the casino first. We gambled, enjoyed a free drink or two, and made our way to the bar. I wanted one decent cocktail, and she ordered one too. There were quite a few eyes on us, from what I can tell. We probably had a bit too much, but we were having a great time laughing and just relaxing. It was loud, but I whispered into her ear that this was just so great not having to rush. To just be free. Heading back to our room, I really wanted to floss my teeth. I took my shirt and pants off, hanging them up, and brushed my teeth. She came in to use the bathroom, and I returned to the room. She came out of the bathroom with her dress off, wearing my dress shirt, with a bashful expression on her face. I took out my phone and said I need to get a photo, but she was resistant. I reminded her she has one of me in that shirt, so it's only fair. She did a little pose, and I snapped one that I am not sharing with you. Sorry. It was a really hot look. We got onto the bed, and she told me she had too much fun and too much to drink. I jokingly told her that's where her kids get it from, and she hit me incredibly hard in my ribs. She was very apologetic and shocked by her reaction. She started rubbing my chest, and it led to some kissing and me playing with her butt. The kissing was slobbery and rough but still passionate at times. I moved down and removed her underwear, and spread her legs. As I kissed her thighs and was working my way to her trimmed pussy, she stopped me, asking if we could just take it easy. She wanted water, and I never went to the ice machine, so dressed in my undershirt and boxers, I went into the hallway. Kind of half chubbing it, but I got ice, gave her a glass, and got into bed with her. She was apologetic and tried to play with my dick a bit over the material, but I told her to just stop. She falls asleep next to me. I stay with her for a few minutes before I get dressed and leave. I walk to a store downstairs and picked up some Gatorade. I chug one on the way back and put the others in the fridge. I leave her a note on the bathroom seat telling her to drink them if she needs to. I look out our window, shut the blinds, and undress for bed. She's wearing my shirt and curled up on her side, with her left leg bent forward. Her ass was in the air a bit, and just an amazing site of both of her holes. I covered her up with the blanket and started writing some things here. When I was falling asleep, I charged my phone and then realized I better charge hers too. I was awoken a few hours later by a kiss and my Aunt wrapping her leg around me. She was completely naked at this point and told me to go back to bed. I asked her if she was okay, and she thanked me for taking care of her. She kissed me again, and I felt her hand on my hard dick. She climbed on top and just sensually rode me. She was rocking back and forth in a soothing pattern. This went on for about fifteen minutes. Looking up at her, her eyes were closed, and I was massaging her breasts or, at times, her ass. When I felt like I was going to cum, it was the most peaceful ejaculation I've ever had. Sometimes shooting a load could be exhausting. Sensitivity can kick in, too, and you just want everything to stop. This was nothing like that as she kept riding a bit and rolled off me. She was kissing me and telling me that she loves me. I fell asleep and woke up to her showering. I went to pee and then joined her. Nothing really happened there, but she got out, I finished up, and we got dressed. She thanked me again for taking care of her and for everything I did. I joked a bit, and she said next time, I should take her makeup off. She wanted to go shopping and was going to take her car. I think she was surprised when I told her I would go with her as her eyes lit up, and then she questioned my choice. We went to get breakfast and then drove to the shopping district. We spent hours shopping, and multiple times she asked if I regretted it, telling me I could leave. One store she falls in love with and has her hands full, giving me a few things. She goes to the changing room and tells the clerk I am going in with her. Absolutely no one cares, and I'm thinking, what the fuck is going on. I thought back to my first job and this guy who spoke about sex in the fitting room. That did not happen here. She told me that I can behave myself, and she wanted to show me various things, including having me zip things up. It was hot, and I did touch her here or there, getting a playful slap or two in the process. Once we left, I asked her if that was normal, and she said no one cares. We get back to the hotel, and we decide to hit the pool. She wears her black bikini from last week with the heart-like back. From behind, you can see so much of her ass as it's on the skimpy side. She puts some wrap on, and we walk to the area. I open a tab at the bar and get us some tropical cocktails. The pool is only like three-feet deep, and we enjoy parading around in the water with our drinks. When we get another round, we go to one of the empty hot tubs. She wants a massage, and we're discussing the spa there when some people join us. We continue to talk when someone inquires about the massage. This guy tells us we don't want to get a couples massage there, but he knows some great people who will come to our room and give us a better massage. I wasn't even about to get a couples massage, but my Aunt is entertained by the idea. We're talking to these people, and when we get out, he follows us. Gives me a number and tells me we won't regret it. I google the number, and it does have photos of two attractive women talking about sensual body rubs, kinky body rubs, and a lot of pictures, including saying certified massage therapist. I show her and ask if she wants that. Showed some photos, and she asks if they are hookers. I laugh and wind up texting them while we head back to the room. They get back to me somewhat quickly, but they tell me there is no way they could see us tonight. They could tomorrow before we leave, but we tell them we'll think about it. While writing this, my mind was thinking about the massage girls, but some other things developed too. I called my Aunt by her first name. I haven't done that yet, and it didn't seem that weird. She never questioned it or gave me a weird look. It was just an important thing I wanted to add here. We shower for dinner and go out to eat. While eating, she makes the determination that she wants to go back to the pool, which is now a nightclub, to see some famous singer. She apparently got a free ticket while I was in the restroom earlier. We return to the room, and she changes into a short dress. I can't even describe it that well. It's white and shows cleavage but is loose at the top. Kinda short to her thighs. I put on jeans and a shirt, and we head down. The place is loud, drinks are even more money and just people everywhere except the pool. We're dancing, or at least she is. Other people are talking to us, and random girls are dancing with her. It's a fun time. We head back to the room, and she wants to shower again. I turn the tv on when she comes out wearing blue lingerie. The top is formfitting to her breasts but doesn't show anything. The fabric goes to her waist. I never figured out how her panties worked. They were strapped to her with five straps on each side. On strap going above the belly button, leaving a window there. A garter, too, with straps at her thigh but no stockings. She falls onto the bed with her arms out and tells me we have more sex back home than we did here. She tells me how great of a time she's had with shopping, the club, and how amazing I've been. I'm told just to do whatever I want with her. She alludes to the fact that alcohol makes her horny. I'm kissing her, working around her body. I look at her panties, and they are on tight. Strapped on. She looks great, but I try to undress her. She gives me a hand in unclasping the sides, and I get her top off. I go to my bag to get massage oils, and I see the butt plug. I grab everything and go to the bed, asking her if she wants to try this. Shaking her head, yes, I grab the massage oil and start massaging her first. Working her legs and up to her ass, spending time there. I circle her hold a few times with my finger, gently applying pressure. I lube up my finger and insert it into her ass. I slowly move it in and out before pulling it out and lubing up the toy. I then inset the butt plug into her butt over the course of a minute or so, trying to be gentle and ensuring she is okay. It does not have a round edge, but almost like a handle to fit between her butt cheeks. I wash my hand and continue on a massage with her. Woking her whole body, I'm trying to perform my best for her. I have her on her back, and there is no way I can fuck her with this butt plug in. The handle is going to prevent it. I tell her I am going to remove it, and I gently pull it back out. She tells me to put my dick into her ass, and I don't think it's a good idea. We spend over five minutes trying to get the head in, but the toy I have was entry-level. I wash my dick off and go down on her. I don't entirely remember the order of everything, but we wind up with me on my back and her showing me some other way to kiss her chest with a different type of force. Her tits are just touching my dick, and feels so good in between them. She starts to suck my dick before getting into a 69 position. I'm just going crazy licking her, fingering her, putting one finger in her butt. Her pussy is getting almost entirely closed in, just a lot of resistance on my finger, and then she pees a bit into my mouth. I'm wondering about what the fuck just happened, and I swallow it. I ask her if she did, and she wasn't sure, but we couldn't stop laughing. She asked me if it tasted like pee, and I said I don't know, I don't taste pee. I got her back onto her back and started fucking her. We switched to doggy, and I just had nothing in me. I was laughing, kind of in pain from my legs and the weird angles we were in. This bed wasn't good for fucking. She kept moving back towards the headboard, and I'd have to pull her back. I pull out for a bit, and while she's on her stomach, I fuck her while lying on top of her. I then get her one leg up and side fuck her until I shoot my load. She hands me a Gatorade this time, and we fall asleep. In the morning, we wake up and have to get ready to check out. We shower with some light play and pack up our bags. We get everything into the car and leave town. We are seeing each other on Sunday again, probably the last family get-together until Easter. She and her friend are going on a weeklong trip in early March. I'm going away about the week before that on a business trip. We start to get the feeling that we're just not going to see each other after Sunday. We get back to my house, kiss, and she leaves.
[F]irst Time With Toys PART 2	You can read Part One [HERE](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/11jp11p/first_time_with_toys_part_1/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf) I lay back and pull her on top of me. I run my hands down her sides and tug her shirt off. I love when she doesn’t wear a bra. She picks up the bullet from next to me and positions it over my jeans. She drags it over the fabric, tickling my skin underneath. She turns it on low and I lay my head back, enjoying the sensation. She turns it off and pulls away, suggesting I take my jeans off. I unbutton them, “you should unzip with your teeth” I say joking, but hoping she may do it. “You wish” she says with a smile, but leans her head down and starts to bite the zipper, making eye contact. I can’t help but to put my hands on her head as she slowly unzips with her teeth. I just had one of my dreams come true. “That was so hot!” I say as she pulls my jeans off, I lift my hips to help them slide off quicker. She takes the bullet and puts it on low, making circles over my underwear, and around my clit, I let out a breathy moan and start to move my hips with it, the heat in my clit is so intense. She presses it down near my clit, I take her hand and try to move it closer. She presses my hand down to my side, she is teasing me on purpose! I try to move her again, wanting more, needing more. I’m met with her holding her hand down on my neck and squeezing lightly, I feel the pressure in my face, and a euphoric high run through my body. I claw at her arm, trying to struggle but she squeezes tighter, watching my face, observing me. I tap her, to let her know I am close to passing out and she lets go. “You okay?” She asks, making sure she didn’t hurt me. “I’m okay, just started to get fuzzy” I explain. She turns the intensity to medium, It feels amazing, I feel so close to finishing. “I’m so close! It better not die on me” I joke. “Watch it jinx you for saying that!” She laughs. She starts to play with my nipples through my shirt, rolling it between her fingers, making me arch my back. I feel the orgasm leading up, I’m about to cum. every sensation is so intense, the intense pleasure from the bullet is absolutely mind blowing, her hand playing with my breasts and nipples, seeing her smile in amusement. Then nothing! I groan in frustration, the freaking thing died! “Come on!” I laugh with her as we sit in shock for a second. She picks up the wand on the nightstand. She places it on my clit and turns it on, we forgot it turns on at max intensity and I jump in sudden pleasure, I feel like I’m in some other pleasure dimension. “Is it okay? Can you handle it?” She asks. I nod my head, “I’ll tell you if it gets too much” I barely get out. I feel the orgasm building up again, I’m worried with how intense it will be, this is a new level of pleasure. I feel my legs shake, my body is bucking from the intensity, I grab her breast in front of me and squeeze it, “I’m cumming!” I say as I orgasm. I lost track of time and orgasmed for nearly a minute before I could open my eyes again. “Okay I’m good you can turn it off” I say to her. “Why should I?” She says and pushes on my clit harder, making me yelp out. “It’s too intense! I can’t handle it anymore!” I say, begging her to stop. She turns it off and we start cleaning up the toys and ourselves. “ ow” she says while massaging her breast, “you grabbed me so hard” she laughs. “Sorry! Maybe don’t do such a good job next time” I joke back. After cleaning up and putting them to charge we cuddle, talking about what we liked most and laughing at the funny moments. “I can’t believe it died on me” I say, I’m still hung up on it. “We’ll if you finished faster it wouldn’t have died!” She replies and we both laugh. In the end she preferred the bullet and I liked the wand best. Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed, I post every day so be sure to check back often for future stories!
Masturbating while my mom pick me up from the school	I only started to explore my sexuality. I was in a high school. we lived too far away from it. So, sometimes my mom could grab me after work. It was such a beautiful day, and i was in a good mood. On the radio was playing very sensual music and I suddenly felt horny. I didn’t expect that especially sitting next to my mom, but dirty thoughts took over me. I was watching in the window and imagining how my boyfriend started to take my clothes off. My bra, kissing my neck and my shoulder. Put off my white lace panties and touching my pussy. Putting in his long fingers and after me suck them like he got some honey on it. On that stage i was completely wet, my nipples was hard and my cunt started hurting so much pressure was in the muscles. I was a bit embarrassed, but i can’t just touch myself with fingers, so I started to slide back and forth on the seat. Slowly. That mom couldn’t see. I was going faster and faster, my mouth opened and eyes rolled up. I just couldn’t stop it was so good and so hard. I was at the edge to moaning. How I wanted to touch myself at that moment. My wet pussy still sliding into the leather seat. And cum so hard! I opened my eyes and mentioned that we already had came home. So i just got out of the car and walked into the house. But the seat stayed totally wet.

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