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Air B and D Part 1 [F33][solo]
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This was supposed to be a relaxing long weekend getaway. Away from the city, the noise, the daily bump and grind traffic into an office where I sell my soul to Big Corp International. To be fair, work isn't all that bad. I get to suck Rodney's cock in the mailroom when no one's around. But even he can get annoyingly loud, grunting and pulling my hair when he's about to explode. Sometimes a lady needs her peace and quiet.
I'd booked this place online. "Private. Perfect for writing or meditation." It's a quaint cottage with an English garden, one of a few little retreats spaced far apart on an estate. Tall oak trees surrounded it save for a stretch of grass that extended up the large property. I look past it and see the main house not too far away. It's big and old, like a Rockefeller mansion.
I love finding gems like these online. Best of all, I don't have to talk to anyone. There's a combo lock on the door and the emailed numbers work fine. I open the door and the smell of cedar and a long extinguished fireplace wafts past my nose. Inside, it's decorated simply with a muted palette on the curtains and walls. No distractions. The bedroom is no different. A full size bed takes up most of it but there's room for a mirror, dresser, and a side table.
It's perfect, and that's the problem because nothing ever is. I open my phone to a special app that can spot hidden cameras. I've traveled enough to know that people are nosy. Hell, I look in open windows any chance I get. I hold the phone like I'm recording a video.
"Check out this cool place. It's so cozy," I squeal as I pan around the main room. Nothing there. But when I move into the bedroom the phone app lights up like a Christmas tree.
"Oh my god, this bed is so soft, I just want to burrow into the sheets right now!" I keep up the act as I note the holes in the wall, the odd dot on the mirror, and another on the bedside lamp. Whoever did this wanted all angles covered. Perverts. I wonder if they're cute?
I put down my phone and decide to run a test. Some people just have dumb devices; picks up motion and just starts recording. Other people, people with money or without patience, they'll set up a CCTV or stream via wifi. I remember this one four-star hotel that was even miked for sound. There's the good way to test this, with the right radio sensors and network sniffing tools, and then there's my way.
Opening my bag, I pull out a pair of red lace panties and matching bra. I was saving it for a night on the town but now works too. I strip out of my sweatshirt and tights, then peel off my underwear. I stand naked in front of the mirror and pretend to check myself out. My light freckles look like a galaxy of faint stars whorling over my face and body. Or maybe God sprayed me with wine and never wiped the stains. *Let's give them a show,* I think. I play with my hair, then my breasts. Little circles with my thumbs while my hand plays with my ample tits. My nipples perk up and I smile. "Settle down, girls," I say to no one. No one there at least.
I turn around and bend over the bed to reach for my panties, making sure the mirror gets a perfect shot when I remember all the other cameras are getting me already. I can feel a little warmth between my legs and wonder if whoever's on the other side is as turned on as me. Crawling on the bed, I prop myself with a pillow and stare at myself in the mirror, knees bent and legs spread. I look utterly fuckable. I'd promised I would touch myself, at least not until I had sex someone first. Of course that was before I knew someone was watching me. Instead of being good I slide a hand over the tuft of red hair over my mound and begin to make slow circles.
It's getting warmer. My cheeks are on fire and my clit starts to swell as the motion awakens all my senses. I close my eyes and try to imagine who's watching, if anyone. I think of Rodney, my mailroom fuckboi with his stellar penis. Nah. Too young, too impulsive. He wouldn't have the patience to set this up. A woman perhaps. That'd be a pleasant surprise. It's probably an old codger, some dirty ex-CEO type with money and time and needs. That's it. A gray fox in a bespoke suit sitting in a room full of monitors like the fucking Bat Cave, jerking off to me masturbating from five POVs. I sigh as a tingle of electricity radiates from my pussy and follow it with faster circles.
I can hear me gasping for air, each breath sounds like desperation. I'm so fucking wet. I wonder if they can hear it too. Sliding two fingers into my entrance is enough to get me moaning, rocking my pussy into myself. Soft slaps echo in the room. There's no need to draw this out so I go in with both hands playing with my pussy, my clit, my wet folds. When I go over the edge, I squeeze my thighs tight around my hand, bucking once before letting it all go with a satisfied moan. I take a lick and love how I taste.
The test is set.
I clean up and get dressed in an oversized sweater with a low scoop and yoga pants. I'm putting away my old clothes when there's a knock at the front door. There's no peep hole so I sneak a look through the window and see a man dressed in a hunting jacket.
I open the door and get a better look at him. He's tall and broad shouldered. Either used to work or working out. Maybe he's an investment banker who retired early. God help me if he's a tech bro. His face is clean shaven with just the tiniest sheen of sweat under his jaw. His thinning brown hair is parted neatly to the side. More suspiciously, he's panting a bit, like he ran here. "Hello?"
"Hi, sorry to disturb you, Connie, is it?" he asks. "I got a text that the door was opened and I forgot to stock the fireplace with wood. Something I do for guests."
"You weren't disturbing me," I say, opening the door wider. I look him up and down and give him a wry smile. "Where's your wood?"
[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/11w97gh/air_b_and_d_part_2_f33m49bjcheating/)
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[B/S] I (m18) saw my sister (f21) topless and I cannot stop thinking about her tits - (Update - 20 Part 1)
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We spent the next few days eating each other out every chance we got and we were getting more and more rough with each other. It was just amazing but the fun didn’t last long. My mum invited her sister to spend Christmas with us and she came over with her two daughters to spend two whole weeks with us. I moved to the living room during this time giving my bed to my cousins which meant my sister and I couldn’t have much time alone. We did manage to have some fun when we were left home alone for a bit when everyone else went out for shopping and stuff but it was always rushed. We mostly just cuddled and masturbated together.
The wait was completely worth it because when they all left, my mum went with them to spend a few days with them in their city since my mum had a few days of holidays left. My sis and I took them all to the train station and the drive home felt amazing to say the least. My heart was pounding as I drove home thinking what might happen when we get home. My sister eventually broke the silence. ‘’This is just amazing, we have almost a week of alone time’’ my sister said smiling at me.
‘’I know, finally,’’ I agreed smiling back.
Our conversation turned to normal sibling things and by the time we got home I had calmed down. We entered the house, I locked the door behind me and in a split second I felt horny again knowing that I’m alone with my sister. She probably didn’t feel the same and just kept walking upstairs announcing that she was going for a shower.
I went to the kitchen for a drink but couldn’t think about anything else. All I wanted at that point was my sister’s naked body. So I went upstairs and saw my sister in the hallway coming out of our room and going to the bathroom. She looked at me, smiled and said ‘’Do you want to see your sister get naked?’’ and went to the bathroom without stopping. She closed the door behind her but not completely and left it halfway open.
I stood at the door and watched her putting the towel on the rack and taking her jeans and shirt off. She then stood in front of the mirror and started to untangle her hair. She was almost pretending that I’m not there and I loved it. She looked extremely hot in her white laced panties and bra. Her boobs looked great with her arms up as she messed around with her hair.
A few minutes passed and she took her bra off. I was standing on the side and her boobs from that angle looked amazing. She then took her panties off, my eyes were glued to her tits and ass as she bent over to take her panties off. I was standing there rubbing my cock over my jeans watching my sister’s naked body. She then walked to the shower and turned it on.
I took my clothes off without saying a word, my cock was rock hard. My first thought was to watch her and wank but I decided to join her in the shower. We have a decent shower with good pressure. She made way for me to get me all wet under the hot shower and then we just got lost into each other. We hugged, kissed, licked, lathered each other’s bodies with soap and hugged some more with our slippery bodies. Her boobs felt amazing lathered in soap. She turned around and I groped her tits and my cock felt amazing against her lathering ass. I was rock hard, it felt like my cock was going to break. I turned her around, kissed her, squeezed her tits hard and sucked her nipples. I was extremely horny and wanted a release badly. She grabbed my cock and rubbed soap on it which felt so fucking amazing. She went down on her knees and kept wanking my soap covered slippery cock with her face inches away from my cock.
She kept doing it for a few moments then rinsed my cock under shower and slid it in her mouth. It had been a while since I had felt the touch of her mouth on my cock. She kept sucking my cock and I kept feeling her body, her tits and kept trying to push my cock as deep inside her mouth as possible. I couldn’t hold for long and soon exploded in her mouth. I had cum so hard and so much since it had been building up for a while. She let some of the cum drip out of her mouth which felt so dirty.
We finished the shower and chilled for the rest of the evening. We ordered some food and had it together watching some tv. We were both off work for a few more days so there was no pressure of getting up early for work the next day which felt amazing.
We ended up spending a lot of time in the living room. Watched late night films, cuddled on sofa and even took a few naps together. It was about 2 in the morning when we decided to go to the bedroom.
I switched off all the lights apart from the lamp on her side table. I always find myself very relaxed in that dim light. We both went to her bed. She was wearing a shirt, no bra, and panties and before we got into bed, she took the shirt off. Her ass looked amazing in those panties and her perfect big handful of boobs were on display for me. I took my shirt off too and left my shorts on. We snuggled in bed, her naked body was pressing against mine which felt fucking amazing.
[Part 2 now posted]
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Woked my bf up by riding his cock [MF]
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It's something we talked about many times, but for some reason we never got around to it. He's also a very light sleeper, so even when I tried he'd wake up to just a kiss.
But lately, he's been super tired from work, and I know I probably shouldn't take advantage of the situation. But I had expressed consent to go ahead, even was encouraged to.
So the other night I stayed up late gaming, got more than a little stoned in the process, and decided to call it quits for the night, I was actually tired. When I got to bed, my body was really cold, so I took all my clothes off and got into the bed completely naked. As I snuggle my body closer to my partners I can feel the heat of his. That moment where my bare skin, almost numb from the cold, pressed against his hot and soft body, I felt like I was melting on his arms. I placed my nose on his neck and took a big sniff of his scent, that feels so much more concentrated when he's asleep, this pure instinct driven action made me feral and I couldn't help it and gave him a little bite on the neck. His taste in my mouth and the little sleepy moan he made was enough to seal the deal. I needed to have him, now.
I didn't know I was gonna do it, I didn't plan it. I just felt the need to have him closer, so I got on top. Our bodies, still at different temperatures, they clashed and pressed on each other. I could feel his hardness starting to tease my already wet entrance. I leaned to kiss him and my hard nipples get crushed against his bare chest, it felt amazing. When our lips finally met I could feel him completely wake up, he responded the kiss by sucking on my lower lip till I moaned.
'Hey there' his hands grabbed me by the ass tightly, and very slowly started to guide me as I rubbed on top of him. His cock was soft and hard, and getting bigger by the second, I pressed my dripping pussy back and forth on top of him. When I did little circles the tip of his dick rubbed against my clit in a delicious and torturous motion. After a few minutes where our moans and groans fill the room, I couldn't take it anymore. I grabbed his shaft with my hand and placed the tip on my eager pussy, as the wetness of my inside covered the head I pushed myself down to feel him whole inside of me. We both held our breath when I took it all in, the sensation of his cock stretching me, every inch of his grith filling my pussy. We relished on the intense pleasure fucking raw gives us, before we started moving our hips to feel more of each other. His hands held me by the shoulders as he pushed me down on him, the restricted movements forced me to play with the pressure. I squeezed and relaxed, milking his hard cock while he vigorously thrusted my G spot.
I knew that I was close, but I wanted to enjoy the feeling a little longer, I relaxed my muscles and focused only on the sensations inside of me. I was edging my orgasm as I controlled the pressure to feel him at my whim. I felt like I was about to burst, when suddenly he filled his mouth with my right boob, and started licking the nipple inside. I came so hard to this, and the intense contraction basically milked my bf to cum alongside with me. The combination of different stimulation resulted in an orgasm I could feel in my whole pelvis, up to my lower back, It was incredible.
Since then my bf has been asking for the special alarm clock, says he can't wake up any other way.
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[FF] Part 2 - My bfs ex took me from behind in the library till I begged her to stop
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Part 1 - [https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/11anw2c/ff\_i\_fought\_my\_bfs\_ex\_after\_she\_made\_out\_with\_him/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/11anw2c/ff_i_fought_my_bfs_ex_after_she_made_out_with_him/)
After what went down at the party, I couldn't find my panties and my bf took me back to my dorm. After we got there, he (let's say James) said that his ex (let's say Heather) had sent him a video of me and her tribbing. I was extremely flustered but i didn't let it show. He also said how hot wild it was and how it was okay if we did it again, maybe also including him (lmao). He seemed to be under the impression that I had had sex with her when what really happened was just between me and Heather, we had engaged in a sexfight and she had not only emerged victorious, she had taken my dignity by using my face like a cushion for her ass. I **had** to get back at her. I asked James for her number and he gave it a little too willingly. I texted her right away to meet me in the janitor's closet in the library the next day after classes, "because I wanted to eat her ass again". To my surprise she texted right back and said "Only if you bring a strapon". A little baffled and a little wet, I went to the nearest "Naughty Store" and got a pink strapon. I wondered if she thought I'd let her actually use it on me as I laughed to myself.
The next day, after classes got over, I went to the library and entered the janitors closet and locked it from inside. Before I could turn around, my skirt got pulled off along with my panties and I was being held in place by two arms that looked eerily similar to mine. I realised it was Heather as she fucked me with the same two fingers as yesterday. As her fingers entered me from underneath, she rubbed her crotch against my ass and ground her tits against my back. I was already wet and helpless. I had come here today thinking I would make her call me mommy this time but instead this chick was fucking me even harder than yesterday. I was about to push against her when she started running her other hand under my shirt and feeling me up while kissing my neck in all the right spots from behind. I was getting overwhelmed from every side. Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, I felt a thumb go up my ass. That was too much and I came so hard that I blacked out.
When I came to, I was completely naked and handcuffed to two hooks in the wall. Suddenly, Heather entered the closet and smiled at me with the same haughty expression I hated so much. "Looks like you thought you could trick mommy. But mommy knows best, baby."she said with a wink. She then started stripping down to her underwear. She was wearing no bra and a familiar white pair of panties with a floral design. The bitch had taken mine! I called her a pervert and she laughed in my face and said "Look who's talking". She then tied her hair in a ponytail and mine as well. She then slowly bent down and started licking my pussy. I started to moan really loudly, prompting her to stop so nobody heard me. She thought for a second before smiling and turning around, removing her panties while giving me a full display of her huge ass. She took the panties in her hand and stuffed them in my mouth. "Now then, let's teach you a lesson." she said, as she bent down again and began licking my pussy again, except I could no longer scream in pleasure. As she tongue-fucked me, she insisted I look her in the eye (fuck it was so hot!). I was so turned on that I came in 5 minutes.
"Well that was underwhelming, you came so soon, you really are a weak ass pussy." she said as she pouted (God if I could just break free of those cuffs). But then her eyes lit up as she saw the strapon. "Well at least you were good for something." she taunted as she put it on and smiled again. She walked in front of me and said "Let's get you a little wetter so it won't hurt when I drill you." as she turned her ass towards my crotch and pushed it into me. "(Lol)You love my ass don't you?" she said as she felt me spasming in pleasure. She rubbed her cakes into me till they got damp from my juices. She then went behind me and opened up ass. I couldn't believe it! She was gonna give me my first anal when I thought she was gonna just fuck my pussy. As she pushed in half the strapon into me at once I gagged. She bit my neck as pulled out a bit and then thrust back in putting the entire thing inside me! I was literally shaking and she was enjoying it all too much. As she felt my ass became lose enough, she thrust in harder. However, she then stopped for a minute and asked if I was on the birth control pill. I shook my head and she said "Oops, I'm sorry if I knock you up then." as she grabbed my ponytail and started banging me relentlessly and I screamed out so loud that the panties were no longer working. I came again but didn't squirt. She pouted again and said "I love your face when you squirt!"
I motioned her to remove the panties. She did and I said I would fuck her into next week if she unlocked me. She laughed and asked what would make me squirt, ignoring my threat. I said probably tribbing given the last experience. She thought for a second and then unlocked my cuffs. But before I could dive on her she inserted the strapon in my vagina from the front! I came a little again because of the force with which I was coming towards her. Now out of commission just like yesterday, I fell on the cold floor as she climbed onto me and placed her sex onto mine. Soon she began rubbing her clit against mine as I watched from below, moaning. She grabbed my back and straightened me up with her hand, supporting me.
She said "Seeing how weak you are, I'll make it fair for you, but I'll only make you cum when you call me mommy." she said devilishly. "We'll see about that" I said, having regained some strength, as I started rubbing back. We both seemed to have iron wills and out trib match went on for ten minutes with just us staring at each other. When we both started running out of stamina, she started moaning more than I was, and louder too. Having found my opening I let my guard down and went on a full on attack by lifting my hips and slamming down into her, as she let out an orgasmic moan. I went to lick her juices but when I looked down, I saw that she was not very wet at all! I looked up only to feel a slap across my face as I fell to the ground, exhausted and shocked.
"You really thought you had me, that's so cute babe." she snickered as she grabbed my ponytail from behind again and started rubbing her cunt against mine in a doggy style like position for tribbing. She bit my neck again and gave me a few hickeys this time. I was gonna come when she stopped her onslaught. I was real close to orgasm and got really frustrated. "Fuck me you godamn bitch!" I moaned out. She said in reply "Not before you say the magic words...". I was being humiliated again but I had to say it for the sake of it. I said "Fuck me mommy!" and she immediately smacked my ass with her abdomen hard.
I moaned hard and felt ashamed as the fat-assed bitch had once again dominated me completely, as I felt my pussy flood and I squirted right in her lap. I collapsed on the floor again, in a pool of my own cum. She grabbed me by the throat and made me sit in her lap like you would a child and started feeling me up and smelling my neck. She then turned me around and kissed me. I melted into her lips as she grabbed my ass and started spanking me. She then pushed me off her and put her finger up my stretched asshole and smelled it. She said she would remember that smell for a long time for she had taken my anal virginity. I couldn't take anymore and I went limp but conscious. She bit my ear and said "If you've learn your lesson, keep your weak ass miles away from me bitch. I'll always be down to wreck you whenever you ask for it though." I saw her take a selfie of herself puckering her lips at me on the ground and steal my panties again, both of them this time and take off from there, blowing me a kiss on her way out. I was too tired to think so I lay there for a few minutes before dressing back up and burying my face in my palms in the same corner Heather had fucked me.
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Forever Hung (Part 5) [sci-fi] [slow burn] [all characters over 21] [teasing]
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“You boosted the R levels too fast,” the professor said in his study. “I did the same thing my first time. Still! A success!”
Madison and I sat across his desk in our wet clothes, drying our hair with a towel. She dabbed at her t-shirt, a black bra showing through.
“Partial success,” I said. “We’re still having trouble with the transistor.”
“It’s the age difference,” he said. “My…less-than-peak brain cells, we’ll say, are having a hard time meshing with his. But that’s the job we’re here to work through!”
“Late twenties, about?” Madison asked, brushing her hair back. “Twenty-eight, 29?”
“Twenty-seven,” the professor said.
“Ah. Just three years older than me.” Madison glanced down toward her lap, then exchanged brief smiles with the professor.
“Miss Lounds, you should be extra cautious until my mind is connected to his. These doubles tend to be extremely libidinous when left to their own devices. A young woman such as yourself…well, you shouldn’t wander the halls in wet clothes for several reasons.”
“Of course, sir,” she said.
As we left, I offered to help the professor to his bedroom.
“Did you used to play football, sir?”
“Oh no no no,” he shook his head.
“Wrestling? Boxing? Bench-pressing?”
“None of that, always the academic type.”
“With all due respect, sir,” I said, “those ‘tweaks’ you made could also be interfering with the transistor.”
He began closing his bedroom door. “That’s the job we’re here to work through,” he said and gave me a wink.
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Far from taking the professor’s advice, Madison seemed more determined than ever to drive every man mad. She spent most of her free time tanning on the pier and marched to the kitchen in her bikini for a glass of water. She sauntered down the hall post-workout in a bright red sports bra and form-fitting black shorts, dabbing sweat from midriff. She joined the professor and I for dinner wearing a skintight cocktail dress, her cleavage upheld be god knows what underneath.
For the professor, I saw her leave his room most mornings in a tiny, shorn crop top. And for me, our usual games; she sat and tried on necklace after necklace before our mirror one night, letting each medallion or cross or amulet fall between her lace-adorned breasts.
One night I woke to a phone ringing and, thinking it Madison’s, fell back asleep. Then it rang again, louder, and I realized it was the one beside my bed.
“Sorry to wake you, Charlie,” the professor said, “but have you seen Miss Lounds?”
The professor evidently expected Madison in his room - a “nightcap,” he said - but she never showed. I assured him I’d look for her.
I glanced out the window toward the pier, but there was really only one place to look.
I found her in the lab, wearing her pajamas for the night - my sweatshirt, resting atop her hip, and light blue, hipster panties. She stood by the open hibernation bath, jotting notes onto a clipboard. I watched her glance down at the double and dip her finger in the water. Then she turned her back to the bath, glancing over her shoulder for a reaction as she arched her back and let her bottom hover just above the double. The light reflecting off the water flickered across Madison’s ass cheeks. She pursed her lips, disappointed, perhaps, that the doubles hand had not burst forth to spank her.
“The old man’s looking for you,” I said.
She was unstartled to see me standing there and simply turned her rear away from both me and the bath.
“I bet,” she said, writing her notes.
“Something about a nightcap?” I approached her from behind, placed my hands on her hips just beneath the sweatshirt.
“Jealous, Charlie?”
“He sounded a bit jealous, but like he wasn’t sure what to be jealous of, exactly.” I pulled her against me. “But at any rate, we should probably go to bed. I don’t think he likes us in the lab this late.”
“The more work we do, the faster this one is up and running.” She nodded toward the bath.
I glanced at his body floating in the bath. Wide, square shoulders. Arms that could raise an anchor. Pecs the size of tires. Abs so hard they formed little channels in the shallow water. And the rest - it was difficult to tell in such circumstances, but it certainly seemed proportional.
“I’d guess you’re a biceps girl,” I said, kissing the side of her neck. “based on past experience.”
“You don’t think I like solid, strong legs?” She reached back, squeezing my thighs in her hands as she looked down at the double’s body. “Men always overlook the legs.”
“No, I think you like upper body strength.” I slipped my arms around her stomach, squeezing her against me. “Chest, maybe.”
Madison spun around. She sat on the edge of the bath, her panties inches from the water, and glanced over her shoulder at the double as she rubbed my chest.
“Shoulders,” she said, hands tracing mine. “I like shoulders.”
“Anything else?“ I pressed my pelvis against hers as I took her bottom lip gently between mine.
I saw over her shoulder as her right hand reached back. Her fingertips grazed the water of the bath until she found the double’s leg. As I kissed her, as her hips squirmed against mine, I saw her squeeze his wet thigh just above the knee. she slid her hand higher, feeling his leg with her entire palm. Higher, squeezing his quadricep, his inner thigh, the crease before his pelvis. Then she gasped and jerked her hand from the water.
“Too cold,” she said, slightly embarrassed by her reaction to the freezing water, ashamed that she couldn’t endure it.
A ping started to go off on one of the hibernation bath monitors. Madison pushed me back to study the screen.
“You’re not supposed to wake him,” I said.
“I didn’t,” Madison said. “Looks like the filtration system is just picking up the oil from my hand.”
But she seemed curious about a second set of numbers, as well. As she bent over to study the screen, I again pressed myself against her ass.
She stood and turned to me. “I better get some sleep,” she smiled apologetically.
I escorted her back to her room, sulking as she walked a few steps ahead of me. My sweatshirt still rested along the top edge of those blue panties, her hips swaying with each step.
Upon reaching her door, she turned and gave me a soft kiss. “Good night, Charlie,” she whispered.
I watched Madison through the mirror as I undressed for bed. She paced the room, brushing her teeth, then she pulled back her covers and gathered her hair in her hands to fasten into a high pony.
She was about to climb beneath the sheets when there was a knock at her door. She seemed as surprised as me.
I watched her. She walked toward her door, shortly moving out of sight as she passed the mirror frame. I waited, listened, but just as suddenly as she’d vanished, she re-emerged in front of the mirror, her arms held around his neck, mouth pressed to his, as she was rapidly propelled backward across the room by the hulking, naked double.
They groped at each other by the foot of the bed as I picked up my rotary phone.
“I’ve found her professor,” I said.
The double shoved her back onto the bed. She let her arms fall above her head and arched one leg with her foot on the mattress.
“In her room,” I said.
The double gripped the neck of my sweatshirt and ripped it clean down the middle, exposing her breasts beneath. Madison gasped, looking up at him. She arched one leg, then the other, her body unsure how to react. Then he grabbed her panties and tore them from her thighs.
“You may want to hurry,” I said, and I hung up.
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Months of build up leads to intimate night of fun [MF]
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A couple of months ago, a woman in her 30s reached out to me on Reddit saying she enjoyed my videos. She said she loved the way i fucked, how verbal i was and that i should even teach a class! Lol. It was certainly one of the most kind messages I've recevied on any platform.
Anyway, we chatted over the next couple months - pretty much every day or every other day. She sent a pic or two and wow - just stunning! Very out of my league in my opinion! We had discussed getting together, but figuring out a day/time had proven to be challenging, until recently when the stars had aligned where we found a night for me to come over.
She was helping ramp up my excitement by sending me a pic of her in her lingerie and stockings for me. I could not fucking wait.
When I got there and opened the door, she looked more beautiful than the few photos she had sent. I was a few inches taller than her. Her ass looked incredible, even in her robe, as she led the way to sit on the couch.
You can tell we were both a little nervous as we made awkward small talk. It wasnt long until she came and sat next to me on the couch. Shortly after, we started making out (something i usually dont do with casual get togethers, but this felt different. I couldn't help but not taste her lips).
We made out for a while right there, me getting on top of her, removing my shirt in the process. She was and amazing kisser. At one point, i ran my fingers down to her pussy and she was SOAKED. I got up and got fully naked, exposing my hard cock right in her face. She started stroking it and sucking it as I played with her pussy. This didnt last long before i put a condom on and asked "you finally ready to feel this cock?" She moaned a light "yes" - you could see it in her eyes. She was so ready for it.
I slid it in and we were both in heaven. I started slow as continued to make out as I fucked her on the couch. We fucked like that next 20+ minutes. I was mixing up speeds, making out, talking dirty. It was so intense and so sexy. The way she'd use her hands to lightly play with my nipples and touch my head and back. She made me feel incredible - so i made sure to do the same. Orgasms, orgasms and orgasms - plus extremely hot kissing throughout.
At one point, i apologized for my sweat dripping onto her face, but she smiled and said she liked it and even rubbed the sweat off my face while i fucked her. Here we are - two total strangers fucking yet feeling so intimate. Eventually her dirty talk led to me filling the condom while inside of her.
We put a towel down over the wet spot she left on the couch and relaxed on the couch for a bit before moving to the bed. We lay there just in each other's presence, touching each other. Then we started fooling around again - mainly making out.
Until i started fingering her again. Her pussy soaked as i slid two fingers inside, building a rhythm. A few minutes later, she was squirting. She started freaking out initially because she said she had never done it. I smiled, put a condom on and got inside of her for round 2.
This round was even more intense - despite it being much of the same. Missionary. Kissing. Talking dirty. Touching each other. Pinning her hands down. Mixing speeds. Eye contact. Several orgasms for her.
Round 2 lasted even longer than round 1 and ended with the same result. Me filling a condom up inside of her while she begged for it.
We then collapsed in the bed. Laying there, we both probably could've fallen asleep and may have even dosed off at some point before making out again...leading to me fingering her again. I made her squirt multiple times this time before taking my cock and rubbing it against her clit.
Without a condom on, i continued to tease her. I would take my cock and rub it against her pussy. I was essentially fucking her, but i wasnt. My cock would go all the way down her ass before i slid it up past he clit. Making out. Talking dirty. Staring in each other's eyes. She was loving every second of it.
I eventually put a condom on and went back inside of her. She said it hurt a little since her pussy was so swollen. But she said it felt good.
Round 3 ended up all of the same as rounds one and two. Intense, intimate, fucking. Months of build up leading to this night of pure intimacy of her being a slut for me. I loved every second - and so did she.
After i came again, we collapsed before getting up and seeing the huuuge wet spot on the bed this time. We both laughed. We moved to a dry spot on the bed and laid there and talked for a bit before i finally had to leave.
I wish i can describe how good it was. How close i felt to her. How good she felt. How hot it was when she'd cum and grab hold of my entire body. How hard she'd kiss me when she came - and when she wasn't cumming. It was one of the best sexual experiences I've had in a really long time. And god knows i cant wait to see her again!
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Cuckold best friend fantasy . Fantasy turns from standard cuckolding to the idea of her sleeping with my best friend who is physically more attractive
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Looking for advice on here , me (m 30) and my girlfriend (f 27) have been exploring the cuckold role play for around 2 years now , nothing has eventuated as of yet . she is a beautiful blonde and I’m your standard male . growing up in my early 20s my best friend (m 31) was always the one that attracted the ladies , even a few of my tinder dates I bought over were obviously into him . He is a darker male very physically built . The insecurity but admiration for him has always played into my mind and the last few weeks I decided to bring him into me and my girlfriends role play , where while me and her are having sex , she will be looking at his topless photos and imaging she’s with him and when this is the role play the sex is the best we’ve had . I really want to make this a reality but letting her go on one date with him ( we don’t want anyone else to know ) but does anyone have advice for us ? About boundaries rules or can share an similar experience?
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[FM] [oral] [public] [hotwife] The time I [F35] got my pussy eaten in the back of a Tesla
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In my quest to become a sexually satisfied hotwife, I felt it was time to get my pussy eaten right and proper.
So I met Ethan. We mutually swiped on each other the previous week, and in chat he not only bragged about his cunniligus skills, but also his desire to have his mouth used by a “beautiful pussy”. This, along with his good looks intrigued me enough to meet for coffee.
So, we met at a quiet spot of my choice. I wore a low-cut black top, and a tight green skirt with a zippered slit all the way up the thigh.
He was tall. At 6’4, I had to stand on my tip toes to properly hug him. He had salt and pepper hair with matching facial scruff, hazel eyes, and a deep gravelly voice. Juuust my type, I thought as we sat down with coffee to chat.
It was probably about ten minutes into our conversation that I had decided he would do just fine, and I might as well take his mouth for a ride. I kept imagining how his dark facial scruff would feel against the inside of my thighs.
After a long enough chat about absolutely nothing, we hit a pause in the conversation and he said, “so are you going to show me what’s underneath that skirt?”
I blushed and coyly agreed. He lead me to his Tesla parked around the corner, opened the passenger door for me and said, “it’s a model S,” as if I had any idea what that meant.
We got in, but before he put the car in reverse, he turned to me and asked, “now can I see what’s underneath?” I laughed and pulled my knees apart so he could get a better look. He lifted my skirt up and peeped at my sheer black thong panties, and after a long, low whistle he asked, “do you know of a secluded place we can go?”
I had just the place in mind. He drove us to a forested park I used to frequent for its jogging trails, the entire drive my pussy buzzing in anticipation.
We pulled in and he invited me to join him in the back seat, and I happily obliged.
We hopped in the back and he moved the front seats forwards to make more room. Before I could finish commenting on how spacious the back seat of a Tesla was, his mouth was on my mouth and his hands were removing my coat.
He quickly had me pinned to the back seat with my legs spread open, and him between them. Our tongues began roughly exploring each other, all while he was inching his hands up my my bare thighs, seeking a hold on my ass.
He practically lifted me off the seat as his large hands found firm grips on each of my ass cheeks, and I purred in his ear in response. He gave a light test spank while smiling at me, and I gasped.
“Will you take off your panties?” He growled in my ear.
“Only if you’ll help me,” I said lifting my hips off the seat.
He pushed my skirt up and laughed when he saw the slick wet spot soaking through my black undies.
“Wet already? Eager girl, ” he said, a mischievous smile on his handsome face.
He pulled my thong down my legs and over my boots, tossing them behind his head. He got on his knees, pushed my legs far apart and got a good look before he began.
He looked up at me from between my thighs, smiling one more time, “you have a beautiful pussy” he said with a low voice.
I suddenly had the uncanny feeling that I was out to dinner, a dinner where I was about to be the main course.
I closed my eyes and sighed as I felt his soft kisses and face scruff brushing the inside my thighs, as divine as I had predicted. I gasped when his warm tongue went straight for my wet clit, the first lick is always the most intense.
His tongue was skillfully playing with my clit - I could feel the tongue muscle going soft, folding around my lips and mounds and then going hard again, pushing my lips apart, exploring and intruding deeper. I began to moan quietly and run my fingers roughly through his thick dark hair.
“You are good at that,” I said while bringing my legs up and over his shoulders, but I spoke too soon because now he was introducing his fingers.
Arching my back, I braced my arm against the car door and moaned louder as he put two long fingers inside me, giving a “come hither” gesture, all while sucking on my clit at the same time. I was practically grinding on his face now, saying babble like, “holyfuckingshit” and “don’t stop.”
From time to time I would look down to see his hazel eyes lock with mine. I could feel the heat flooding my cheeks and my heart beginning to pound.
Lost in my own pleasure, I had been moaning loudly in the back seat of this Tesla. At that moment a couple with their young child meandered into the parking lot and stood directly in front of the car.
“There’s people right outside,” I said breathlessly to him, as a sort of a warning for him to slow down, and he laughed at me.
He had no intention of slowing down, instead, he took it as an opportunity to kick things up a notch.
He began doing this humming/vibrating thing with his mouth around my clit, while continuing to fuck me with two strong fingers. Now this was something I have never had the pleasure of experiencing before, and I swear I felt the vibration in my back of my skull.
I tried to hold it together, praying the young family out on a nice walk wouldn’t look through the window and see my flushed face about to cum in the backseat.
My hand reached up for a grab handle, turns out Tesla’s don’t have grab handles, a missed design feature if you ask me.
I covered my mouth with my hand in attempt to muffle my cries, but I have never been very good at being quiet. They finally began to walk away from the car, And thank god because I couldn’t hold back anymore.
The orgasm was blinding, feeling it firing off in my neither regions and traveling up the base of my spine. I was crying out, gripping his hair roughly in my hand, bucking my hips into his jaw. All while his eyes were locked on my face, watching me cum in his mouth.
I sighed as the residual pangs of the orgasm finally faded. He came up for air, his jaw glossed with my wetness, and smiled at me again with that devilish grin. My favorite facial expression, I thought.
He leaned forward and planted a rough tongue kiss on my lips. Licking and sucking on his tongue and lips, I tasted myself, sweet and a little musky, I thought.
He pulled away and with a satisfied smile asked, “Want to smoke a spliff?”
Afterwards, he dropped me off at my car and I thanked him for the lovely time before parting ways. I finished my errands with a naughty grin plastered to my face.
As I was leaving the dry cleaners later that afternoon, the nice young man behind the counter who had been flirting with me gave me a little wink.
When I winked back at him, I wondered what he would think if he knew I still had the taste of my own cum on my lips
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One Last Time [M22/F22][rough sex]
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“Why the fuck would you do that?” I screamed at Ashlie after finding all the keys from my keyboard deliberately pulled out and thrown around the room.
“Because you’ve been cheating on me with Denise!” my girlfriend jealously accused. “You can’t hide it. I’ve seen the way she looks and talks to you when she thinks you’re alone.”
“You’re fucking crazy! I barely even know her!” I pleaded. “I never fucking touched her!”
“I know you stayed at work late just so you could screw her,” she spat. “Probably been banging her every day. That’s why you’re always too ‘tired’ for anything with me,” she accentuated with air quotes and a sarcastic joke voice.
“Are you mental? This project has been a total shitstorm!” I honestly explained in utter exasperation and pissed off beyond my wit’s end. “I seriously have been working my ass off just to make sure I keep my job! I’m not fucking anyone!”
These types of needless fights were just becoming more and more common, and it was driving me up the wall dealing with Ashlie’s endless shitty attitude. We’d started dating a little more than two years ago, and for most of that time things were great; beyond great actually. Sure most of the first year was just working like crazy to finish college, and spending any free time we had together humping like rabbits addicted to viagra, but that was pretty awesome.
She had a hot tight body and she knew it, always flaunting her hourglass figure with extremely tight clothes and I loved to worship her like a goddess. And even if she weren’t she totally addicted me to her with her absolutely perfect blowjobs. Sucking my cock was her favorite thing to do, and I mean, seriously, she’d demand to do it all the fucking time. I swear, she probably would be a smoker if she didn’t always have my cock in her mouth whenever she could get it. Sometimes I’d wake up to her blowing me and I’d have to shoo her off so I could go take a piss.
But with all that awesome came the crazy. She was always jealous of any female I spent any time with. I stopped hanging out with a few of my old girlfriends just to make her happy, and she liked to come along whenever I wanted to hang out with my guy friends, just to make sure she could chaperone me, complaining the whole time. Honestly, with her adventurous nature, always seemingly horny for me night and day, that wasn’t as much of a problem as it sounds. A little flash of ass or tits, and I would end up blowing off the guys for her anyway, either to hurry back to our apartment or the back seat of my car. Even the closest bathroom stall was good enough to bend her over and spend the next half hour trying my best to get her to taste my cock from the inside out.
It didn’t make sense how jealous she was, given that everywhere she went, she always dressed like a hooker, giving every guy that looked her way a smile and a jiggle. I never complained before, seeing as she was just getting herself excited on cheap thrills and getting her panties wet for me, but now, I was through with the mind-games and pettiness. This was it, the fight to end us. I was finally done with putting up with this bitch constantly jerking me around. It was time to go on offense.
“What about you?” I shot back, “You think I don’t know how you’ve been slutting it up around town?” I didn’t really know anything, but she’d just accused me of cheating, so I felt I had to up the game. “Derek is always weird around you, so how long have you been fucking him?” I knew my buddy found her hot, but he’s such a dork I doubt he could talk anyone into bed. He’d likely be a virgin until he was thirty with his thick glasses and quirky mannerisms, and I felt bad throwing my best friend under the bus like this, but he was just the first guy that came to mind that she might have spent any time alone with.
“How dare you! That fucking dweeb? Ha!” she shouted in disgust. “I could do so much better in my sleep!”
“I don’t doubt it!” I yelled back, continuing my deranged and maddening assault on her character. “Are you fucking the neighbors too? That wrinkled old vet down the hall could probably use a good pity fuck, if you haven’t already gotten to him!”
“Why you fucking…” she was going off the rails, and for a moment I thought for sure this had blown her fuse, bringing us to blows. I wasn’t going to hit her, I knew I could never do that. Too much of my father drilled into me about defending and respecting the ‘weaker sex’ as he put it. I don’t think I’m quite as chauvinistic as he is, and right then I was worrying that her nails could scratch out my eyes if I wasn’t careful, but then she threw me with her bizarre and unpredicted actions. Ashlie pulled her blouse up over her head and threw it at me, letting her bra-clad tits hang out as she shouted, “Fuck me!” and dove at me.
I’ll be totally honest, this paralyzed me with confusion, and the next thing I know she’s using those sharp claws to bust all the buttons of my dress shirt off, and gouging at my belly to get my fly open. Granted, this wasn’t quite an unusual state for me to see her, just ten times more wild and insane than I’d ever seen before in my life. I don’t know how she suddenly flipped from raging to turned on, but she brought me there with her. I hadn’t been hard, but seeing her acting like a wild animal, demanding sexual satisfaction turned me on just as fast as the first time she stripped for me. Probably faster.
We kissed, biting each other’s lips, and being raw and uncaring about hurting each other in getting our clothes off as fast as humanly possible. I’m sure I almost broke her arm yanking on a bra strap, and I tried to rip her panties off as they always show in movies, finding out that’s a crock of shit. Unless they are movie-magiced specifically to be rippable, they will stand up to a strong yank. All I did was chafe her hip and end up throwing her to the floor painfully, but that just seemed to encourage her even more. She kicked them off the rest of the way, kicking me in the legs to take me down with her, and then she was gobbling up my dick with my tighty whities only a few inches down my hips, while a stray keyboard key impaled my ass.
“Fuck!,” I groaned in simultaneous pleasure and pain. I wedged my hand under me to pull the square piece of plastic from my tender rear while she went to town on my sensitive gland. I’d always been appreciative of how deliriously well she could suck cock, and that just gave me all sorts of evil ideas to spew at her thanks to that jagged reminder of her vandalism. “You are such a God-damn slut. How many cock’s have you fucking sucked? Ten? Twenty? Fifty?” I growled, shimmying off my underwear while she mercilessly hoovered at my erection. I was worried she might bite me, but she hadn’t yet, and pissing her off so far had obviously triggered some new super level of eroticism in her that was off the charts. Feeling like pushing my luck, I figured I might as well keep going. “I wouldn’t be surprised to find out you fuck your boss, all your co-workers, the mailman, Hell, even the neighbor’s dog ‘cause you’re such a filthy whore.”
She gagged herself on my pole and shivered. I wasn’t sure from the angle, but I think she’d been frigging herself while she sucked me, and probably got herself off already, only a few moments into this wildest sexual experience of my life. Granted, she’d been the only girl I’d ever fucked at all in the first place, but still, this was beyond the pale. She’d taken my virginity, and I knew she’d been around, getting a good bit more experience, but that was fine with me, so long as she was mine. I never really asked about her sexual history, instead choosing to trust her. Besides, I got to reap all the benefits of that practice, such as her amazing blowjobs; I’d heard from enough other guys about how their girls that hated it did a lousy job, so I had always counted that as a blessing and never questioned my luck.
“Are you fucking cumming already?” I spat, trying to stay in the mad attitude that had spawned this surprise playtime, but it was difficult as I was really starting to enjoy this side of her, as I always did. We rarely ever fought much in the last few years, as all she ever had to do to get me to go along with anything she wanted was to get on her knees, and one way or another, I always wimped out with the sexy action that followed. But this time, I was going to be in charge, dammit!
“You don’t cum unless I say you can cum,” I shouted, kicking her off of me and up against the sofa. She cried out, no doubt landing her delicate ass on a few of those caltrop-like keyboard keys, but that was her own fault as far as I was concerned. Still, I wasn’t going to needlessly hurt her if I didn’t have to. “Get your ass over here,” I shouted, standing up and grabbing her arm while she squirmed to get the sharp plastic pieces out from under her as I had. I lifted her up and threw her hard into the padded cushions, face down, and pounced on her before she could react.
“I’ll give you something to cum on,” I hissed, slotting my dick into her sloppy wet fuck-hole, and just started pounding her ass hard, pushing her face into the couch without regard as to how she felt. She turned her head, gasping and panting like a dog in heat, and that just made me harder and madder. Something in me kind of broke at that point. I wanted to hurt her, make her regret the damage she’d done, and appreciate how much she’d pissed me off, but at the same time, I knew she was loving this and that just pissed me off more. It didn’t matter how hard I fucked her, that was what she wanted, but it was also what I wanted and it felt too good to stop. The only thing I could do was try and fuck her harder, really shove her face into the furniture, but she started cumming again before I did and I just couldn’t take it anymore.
“Don’t you fucking cum!” I growled, hammering her womb with my dick relentlessly as I grabbed one hand around her tiny little neck. I didn’t really squeeze at all, but just me putting the slight pressure of gripping her windpipe made her cunt clamp down on my rod so hard, she almost forced it out completely. “Fucking shit!” I growled and forced myself to bang back into her constricted fuck-sleeve a few more times, and it was so wonderfully tight I started nutting before I knew it.
I groaned out maybe three hard spurts up her quim before the angle and her shivering twisting body expelled me. Her ass was wet as a greased pig, and I grabbed my still spasming schlong and jerked out the last of my sticky right onto her sweaty asshole, so it would run down to her cunt and join the rest of my spent swimmers leaking out of her onto a messy pool on the couch. Then I walked away from her, on shaky exhausted legs, carefully dodging the minefield of loose keys still scattered about as I made my way to the kitchen for a drink. Fuck, this was so fucked up. I didn’t know what to do next, just that I needed to ignore her fucked up craziness for a moment to clear my head.
I guzzled right from the milk container, mostly just because I was sure that too would piss her off, only wearing my socks and just stood there cooling off with a drink. I replayed what just happened in my head, trying to come to grips with what we just did, and wondered what this meant for us. Before she sexually assaulted me I was going to tell her we were through. I was so ready to break up with her right then, but now I wasn’t sure. That’s not exactly true, I knew I should break up with her, as she was a totally batshit psycho, but was I heartless enough to break up with a girl just after cumming in her? It didn’t seem right, but I knew that was the right thing to do, as I couldn’t take the constant shit anymore.
I put the milk back and closed the fridge, then walked back to the living room to check on her, and she had barely moved an inch. She was sprawled out as if she were drunk, face down on the sofa, her cunt and ass creamed and the sticky pool under her had spilled out to the carpet now. The worst part was the absolutely shit-eating grin she had on her face looking sideways up at me.
“You fucking broke me,” she sighed, then closed her eyes and ever so slowly twisted to get a hand between her legs to curl two fingers in her abused hole, forcing out a little more of my man sauce as she giggled.
“Look, Ashlie,” I said, sitting down next to her and putting a hand on her hip. “You are god-damned sexy as hell, but I just can’t do this anymore.”
“I know,” she sighed, turning her head into the cushion for a moment to muffle a cathartic scream into it, then turned to look back up at me. “But you got to admit, the breakup sex was fucking great.” She was the only girl I’d ever fucked before, so I’d nothing like this to compare it to. Having only ever dated two other girls before her, the first was only just the one date so we weren’t even really a couple. Hell, we never even kissed, but still, it drove me crazy with anguish for months. My only other relationship only lasted three dates, and that was mostly just us making out at the movies a few times. Anyway, she told me she was breaking it off to get serious with some other guy she’d been dating the whole time we’d been going out, and it hit me like a nut punch, so much that I never even went to my high-school prom. This rage-fuck to break off our two-year-long relationship was something I’d had no idea could even be a thing, but she was right. It was pretty great.
“Yeah, I can’t say you are wrong there,” I chuckled, content that my happily shriveled sticky dick was a million times better of an outcome than I had otherwise expected.
“And you were right, I did fuck Derek,” she groaned, stretching her lovely sweaty body like a cat as she sat up.
“You… you did?” I gasped, stunned in disbelief. I had a sudden surge of intense anger, but it passed quickly as I reminded myself we were already broken up now, so what else was there to get upset over?
“Yeah, a few weeks ago while you were working late,” she stretched her hands over her head, making her perfectly sculpted breasts lift so wonderfully I stared, memorizing their naked shape since I knew the moments I had left of seeing them was nearly gone. “He was so awkward and shy, and I was fucking horny and jealous. So I pulled the ol’ pour-a-drink-in-his-lap trick to get his pants off, and let me tell you, that boy’s got some serious dick!”
“Really?” I was starting to get upset again, as irrational as it was to get angry over whatever my ex did, but I couldn’t help myself. I’d just rutted with her, her body marked by my seed, and she’d been my girl at the time, now casually admitting to cheating on me with my best friend. It was a pretty shitty thing to do, and honestly, I was ready to just grab some of my clothes and walk out right then.
“Yup. But whatever. I’m sure you’ll be going over to Denise’s,” she shrugged.
“No. I wasn’t lying,” I grunted, “She and I are not a thing.”
“No way! Dude, you should totally hit that!” This was really weird. I’d never seen Ashlie like this, actually encouraging me to go after another woman. Normally she’s ready to tear my head off whenever she even catches me looking at porn, much less another actual girl. And now, here she is, freshly defiled and leaking my jizz, while practically begging me to go out and fuck my coworker? “Seriously, she’s fucking you with her eyes every time I see her talk to you.”
“Huh, okay,” I pondered my options, wondering if Ashlie was right about Denise, and considered my options. Denise, while not as drop-dead gorgeous as Ashlie, did have a nerdy kind of cuteness about her that I found appealing as I started considering her attributes. She probably had much bigger breasts, though she always hid them with sweaters and jackets, and maybe if I took off her glasses she might look pretty with her curly red hair. “Maybe…”
“So, you can stay here tonight, but I’ll need you to move out tomorrow,” Ashlie stood up and crept over the sprawl of keys she’d scattered all over the floor as she got down to business, much more reasonable and matter-of-factly than I would have otherwise expected. Though, by now, I guess the only thing I really should have expected from her is the unexpected. She wasn’t dumb, but she was a whole whirlwind of total chaos in my life that I was frankly going to be happy to move on from, especially if there was another cute girl already waiting to take me into her sweet embrace. This was definitely the happiest breakup I could have ever wanted.
“So, I guess, I’ll sleep here on the couch tonight,” I sighed, wiping off the cum puddle onto the floor to prepare it for being my bed for the night.
“You can,” she pranced cautiously over to the stairs, like me, also naked of everything except her socks, acting as the most perverted ballerina in the world. “Or you can come upstairs and see if you got a repeat performance still in you.” She posed, kicking up one leg and pointing her finger at her puckered mouth as if she’d just shared the naughtiest of secrets in the world. “You know, one last time?”
A million times before she’d done such nasty and sweet sexy things for me over the last few years, always begging for me to end my pesky male refractory period as fast as possible so we could get back to the fun of fucking our brains out, but I can honestly say, never before had she accomplished her goal as well as she had tonight as I could already feel my balls burning to make her scream with pleasure, knowing I really could do anything I wanted to her, the nastiest, meanest, worst things possible, and she’d fucking love it. If she didn’t, I didn’t care; I’d be leaving tomorrow.
“One last time,” I grinned like a wolf sighting a lonely sheep in the field at midnight. She squealed with excitement as she dashed up the stairs to the bedroom to escape my leap at her, and she only barely got to the bedroom before I pounced on her lovely sticky ass and pinned her to the mattress, one hand with a fierce handful of her hair, and the other shoving my thumb up her ass to grip her like a bowling ball as I buried my dick back in her still oozing cunt. We didn’t sleep at all that night, and I was amazed how she never once complained about how rough or brutally I manhandled her. Actually the more I hurt her, the louder she moaned. In the end I left massive hickeys and bruises all over her body. That's not my kink, but honestly this was clearly what she really wanted from me the whole time, and while it was fun, we both knew this was a one-time deal.
When the morning came I awoke with her already sucking on my morning wood, and I wasn’t surprised. She was a mess, her hair a knot of tangles from me yanking on it all night. Her neck was black and blue on both sides, and she might have gotten a slight black eye from when I slapped her a little too hard after she playfully bit me to wake me back up as she sucked me off again at one point, but she just gasped and laughed, begging for me to teach her another lesson. Seriously, she was one Grade-A fucked up bitch, but had the body to make it work.
“One more time?” she moaned, whimsically teasing my cockhead with her lips as she sweetly begged me for yet another final performance, knowing I had to get to work soon. She didn’t even wait for an answer before going all the way down my me, deep as she’d ever taken me, made it even more special when I felt her tongue caress my tight hairy scrotum. She was already sure of my answer, and I figured I could be late to work just this once.
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A Reddit encounter from the past [MF]
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I've returned to the darker side of reddit after a few years away, and thought I'd tell the story of a meetup that came about from RAOMD.
I was due to be visiting London for 2 nights with work, so started posting on the various meetup subreddits a month or so out, not really looking for anything specific but just suggesting that I'd be in the city, with a hotel, free time in the evening, and was up for anything. Had a few of the typical replies on reddit that guys get - a paypal link gets sent in the second message kind of thing.
But then a few days after one of the posts I logged in one morning, to an unexpected and really long message. Jane (name changed) was in an open relationship, her partner couldn't satisfy her so she was allowed to meet others with a few specific conditions. She also worked near to where I was staying, so super convenient. We jumped over to wickr (as I'm pretty certain reddit chat didn't exist at this point - not that it's any good anyway), and kept talking.
She laid out her conditions for meeting:
* oral on her only, no reciprocation (she'd seen my RAOMD ad) although she didn't mind me cumming
* she wanted to stay the night rather than get a train home really late
* she needed to video call her husband at some point, as part of their openness, my face didn't need to be shown though
Besides that, she was fairly open to a lot, as we got to talking about what we liked/disliked and how we wanted a meeting to go. She basically had a list of "scenarios" that she wanted to play out. They could probably be called roleplay they weren't super strict in needing to act or stay in a character. She was also very up for a few things I wanted to do, such as choosing her outfit and underwear for the day that we were meeting, a few other outfits to bring, and bringing some of her toys. I also really appreciated that we laid out what we liked/disliked - but were mature enough to know if one of us disliked something it wasn't cause for entirely stopping talking.
On the day, we decided to meet quickly for a coffee at lunch as we Jane only worked about a mile from the office I was visiting. We'd already called but we wanted to be sure for both our safety. Coffee went well, far less awkward that I thought. Jane had said she'd done this before so that likely helped. I left work early (one of those work trips where everything could be achieved in a 1.5 days but you spread it over 3 days), and met Jane at the hotel lobby at a bit after 4. Jane was in her late 30s, and absolutely gorgeous with long brunette hair, sharp features and a fairly serious demenour.
Jane's first "scenario" was me going down on her whilst she was on a work call. We got up to the room, and I left her to get her laptop set up. Once the call started she had told me she wanted me to silenty crawl under the desk, tease my way up her legs before eating her out. For now she didn't want me removing her lingerie, so I gently teased with my tongue up her stocking'd legs, Jane gradually opened her legs allowing me under her skirt where I started eating her out through some gorgeous lingerie - she'd sent me photos earlier. Jane managed to stay composed on her call - although admittedly it was one she just had to be present in and not participate much, and I could taste her getting wet as time went on.
The call ended, and Jane moved to the bed, telling me to crawl over to her. She was move involved this time as I ate her out again, eventually letting me move her lingerie to the side. Eventually she asked me to stop, strip naked and undress her slowly. Her skirt and shirt came off and she let me enjoy the lingerie I'd asked her to wear, before getting me to lie on the bed where she rode my face for a while, finally cumming with a really shake and some gentle moans. We cuddled for a while after and chatted, she also made the call to her husband to tick that box.
We'd both agreed that oral in the shower would be fun, so I removed her lingerie and stockings. I should mention that the hotel was pretty decent, with a huge shower, so not cramped in a corner at all. I got on my knees and ate her out, before moving to be sat with her sitting on my face. Jane then asked me to help clean her, and I really enjoyed getting to explore her body - and she definitely enjoyed teasing and pressing against my rock hard penis.
We then went a few more rounds of oral on the bed in various positions, before Jane grabbed a few toys and told that as I'd been so good it was only fair I got to cum myself. She took her place sitting on my face once more and started teasing my penis with a vibrator, telling me how much she wanted me inside of her. I ended up cumming pretty fast, and Jane enjoyed telling me how much she enjoyed seeing me cumming all over my chest and the sheets, but she kept the vibrator in place and told me that she wouldn't stop until she also came. That was definitely a highlight of the night as a back-to-back orgasm for a guy definitely feels *different*!
At one point I ran out to grab food, where Jane had changed in to more lingerie, and sat in bed eating a pizza before I went down on her again. At some point we went to sleep, probably before 9pm as we'd been so active since 4:30! The next morning we woke early, more facesitting for Jane in bed, another shower, and then helping her dress for work. I went down on her once more before she left.
And that was it. She couldn't be free that night, and as I wasn't based in London we agreed to delete each other from Wickr - which we'd done the evening before during a break.
The meeting definitely still lives somewhat rent free in my head. And I'd definitely recommend guys spending a night purely focussed on your female partner's pleasure - I think this encounter elevated my oral game significantly, picking up the little cues that you're doing something your female partner LOVES.
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Caleb and Annie [M28 F24] [masturbation] [oral] [daydreaming in the workplace]
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God my feet are killing me. I've been on my feet for the whole day. In these god awful black heels. I am so grateful to Caleb for helping me get this assistant job but it does pain me sometimes. I've made some friends in the workplace. Jerry was fun and I guess counted as the office clown. Then you had Rebecca, everyone called her Becks, she was loved by everyone in an adoration kind of way. But next to my cubicle was a feisty young woman called Jade. She was far from fat but curvy in all the right places. She had lilac hair and a string of tattoos scattered across her chest as well as a few on her arms. I could only imagine where the others were hiding on that gorgeous body of hers.
We had become great friends almost in an instant. She was flirty and had such an outgoing personality. She wasn't shy and she had the sort of confidence that could crush a man's soul. If anything she was the opposite of me. And yet here we are, close as can be and she seemed to genuinely like me. It wasn't just a work friend situation either. We would meet up outside of work and even ditch work when we could afford to just to go drinking. She was the kind of friend you didn't know you needed until they fell into your life.
The workload wasn't too bad and like I said, the atmosphere seemed bubbly in the office. 2 months in and I haven't made a mistake yet or uncovered any nasty work secrets. The heels did kill though. It was the dresscode however painful. I had to wear black heels with a tube skirt or pant leg and any formal blouse would do. Sometimes I changed it up to a shirt and blazer but other than that the attire was rather dull. Jade got around the dress code by wearing feisty bright coloured bras under her pale tops. She wasn't violating the dress code but still felt like herself. I swear I should take notes on this woman.
I hadn't introduced her to Caleb yet because things were off between us at the minute and I knew he would be taken with her in an instant. And as selfish as it was, I couldn't help but think of the other night when I watched him come out of the shower. I've never really looked at him in a seductive way before. I mean, don't get me wrong, Caleb's hot. Like, really hot. I'm not blind. We just always seemed to stay on that friendship line. But the other night I was sitting on his couch and I was grumpy because I was horny. He came walking out of the bathroom with his towel wrapped firmly around his waist. Beads of water were covering his chest and his hair was dripping and wild. My thoughts got the better of me and I started wondering about what was behind that towel. He shook his head and smirked at me. " You okay there Annie?" "Want a closer look?" I had been staring and didn't even realise he had noticed. I went beetroot red and turned away towards the TV again. "Closer look at what? The giant zit on your chin?" There was no zit. He strolled over to me and shook his head at me like a wild dog coming out of a pond. Coating me in droplets of water. "Hey! Dick move!" I snapped at him. He just laughed and walked away, heading towards his room.
Later that night I was restless and of course still frustrated. I was on the couch and I started touching myself. Caleb had gone to sleep awhile ago so I knew I was safe. I was thinking about him. Walking over to me in his towel soaking wet. "You want a closer look?" He asked, gazing down at his towel, which was now perched up like a tent. Damn. I swollowed hard. Caleb began stroking my hair and touching my neck gently. He kissed me hard his hand still touching me and trailing goosebumps all over my arms and chest. He got lower and started kissing my neck. My heartbeat was rapid and all you could hear was my moaning and his groaning. He wanted me so bad I could tell. He got on top of me and as he did his towel fell away from him. Leaving nothing to the imagination I looked down and gazed at his perfectly large circumsized cock. It was beautiful. I wanted to taste him. Feel him. Devour him. My breathing became erratic and my breasts started perking up at the thought of his cock in me. He noticed my nipples harden under my blouse and took one of them hard in his mouth. His mouth was so warm so inviting. He flicked my nipple with his tongue whilst his other hand was working it's way down to my opening. He rubbed the outside of my knickers feeling my lips through my lace panties. He groaned as he felt how wet I was already. "Oh god Annie. I want to taste you." As he said those words he was on his knees holding my legs either side of his shoulders. He rubbed his nose along my sex and inhaled deeply. "Omg you smell incredible." As soon as the words left his mouth his tongue was on me. He was warm and oh god so good with his tongue. He used his teeth to pull my panties aside and began to torment my clit with an agonizing rhythm. First sucking on my clit and then taking it between his teeth and flicking it with his tongue. His mouth was on me whilst his hand was massaging my breast, twisting my nipple in his fingers. I groaned loudly, I was building up. His tongue licked me from my passage up to my clit. As he reached my clit he pushed two of his fingers inside me. "Ahhhh!" I groaned out. I could feel myself building. Im going to cum. I grinded my hips into his fingers and his mouth. Rocking up and down until I finally climaxed and came hard all over him.
I blinked rapidly and pulled my hand away. God that felt good. I so wished it was real though. I leaned over the couch to see if I had stirred him awake at all. His light was off and I heard no noise. I guess I'm in the clear. For now.
"Helllloooo!?" "Earth to Annie?" Jade was clicking her fingers at me clearly annoyed. Shit I was daydreaming. "It's not that I'm annoyed you just zoned out on me during our lunch hour Annie but to do it whilst I was talking to you about that super hot guy from the club... Didn't realise I bored you so much." Jade looked hurt. "I'm sorry Jade it's not you, my heads a mess at the minute and I'm struggling to focus." I gave her an apologetic smile and she seemed to forgive me. "You know why your head is all over the place right Hun? It's because you need to get laid!" Jade squealed and did a 360 in her office chair. Straight to the point Jade always was. She giggled as she watched me duck under my cubicle embarrassed by her very loud remarks. This bloody girl man.
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[F] - Confession on how I turned from good girl nurse to naughty vixen!
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Hello, my name is Jess, I’m a mom, a wife, a nurse, a tall blonde, with big tits, legs for days and a sexual appetite that cannot be satiated. In a previous life, I was still tall, more of a brunette, legs for days, but a sexual appetite that I knew needed to be satiated or at least tried to be! Now, I’ll start at the beginning, I was a woman of God, a “good girl” if you will…church twice on Sunday’s, once on Wednesday and Thursday’s. The finest Christian education one could ask for. Let’s fast forward 20 years, into 2021. Met my husband now, he reached out to me after meeting through a mutual friend of ours….who yes we have both fucked!! Haha!
Anyways, he has always been encouraging me to explore more of my sexual side…or to grow my sexual desires if you will!
We started small, mainly with plugs, I have always liked and been infatuated with anal play! Now with a few years of anal LOVE under my belt, how does one go back!!!! Anal is now a HUGE part of my sex life!!! Along with the ability to take HUGE cock in my ass. Hubs is black. Had to accomadate that cock 🤷♀️ I started off wearing the plugs to work as long as I could tolerate them…which I was usually pushed and made to wear them longer….then not allowed to touch myself….or touch myself, but not allowed to cum….if you see where I am going with this…I also like to be dominated. I work 12 hour shifts….12 hours with a plug in….it’s like torture….ass and pussy both aching and my clit feels like it’s going to explode. I need to cum when I get home….but when I do holy fuck! That’s all I’ll say….that I can show eventually….😘
This opened up so many more avenues that I wanted to try! I’ve been involved in many sexual encounters with multiple men, couple females, but my newest love has been exhibitionism!!! I love flashing my tits and pussy in public and one of my main goals is to be fucked in a public place! So stay tuned! 😉
Which brings me to only fans, I want to share my love of sex, and my sexual experiences with the world!!! I’ll show you my tits, my ass, my pussy anywhere you’d like. “Once a good girl has gone bad, she’s gone forever” 😍
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The first time, I [F18] allowed him to cum inside me.
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After dating my boyfriend (M25) for one month, we had already started having sex and sneaking over to each other's homes. Noting that I was still 18 at the time, you should know how horny and daring I was.
On one of those nights, I sneaked in and locked the door to his room. I immediately dropped his shorts to the ground and started licking his big, veiny cock hard. I had just stood up and climbed upon the bed when it happened.
I was clear about my goals. I wanted the throbbing of his dick in me. I was really ready to do it raw even though we had never done it before.
I sat on his bed cross-legged and grinned sweetly at him while my mouth was covered in saliva. He gave me that horny look, complete with relaxed eyes and a slightly opened mouth. My head was pushed down, and he started throat-fucking me. I began using my tongue to swirl around his cock as he was fucking my mouth.
He got me out of bed and started standing fucking me. Holding one hand on my boobs and one hand against them. He started beating me. We needed to be quiet because his room and his neighbor shared a wall, so he slammed his hand against my mouth to shut off my moans, but that only made me moan more.
He gasped "I'm close to ..". I shut him off and tell that I want to cum inside me, and begged to fill my pussy with his warm cum.
As he released his load in me, I felt his legs tense behind me and his cock throbbing in my pussy. As he was finishing his final pounds, I was unable to control my moans. He pulled his dick out while panting and fell next to me on the bed. He then assisted me in cleaning it up with water and tissues.
The next morning, I woke up early to go get plan B. This was the moment when I realized how much I love getting creampied.
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Vault!: Prequel.[M25xF999] [part one][fantasy][isekai][Death][slow burn][goddess][blowjob][riding][multiple orgasms]
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—-Prequal, Dead Ringer.—-
Ash always felt uncomfortable in hospitals. The sterile, too-clean feeling mixed with the knowledge of how many people have passed away in the very room he sat in.
He tried to stay still, to not let the crushing weight of the silence break him any more than what he felt in that moment. A low, monotonous beep of a heart monitor could be heard in the room next door.
Beep, Beep, Beep. It made Ash’s heart race. “Too many bad memories,” he thought to himself, “What did they need that was so urgent?” Not like he had anything else planned for today.
After a moment, a doctor walked in. The solemn looking man took a seat on a nearby rolling chair. The doctor took a deep breath.
“Ashton Rolland?” he said, looking up from his clipboard.
“Yea, that’s me.” Ash replied nervously.
The doctor took a deep breath. “Mister Rolland, it’s never easy to say this but, Your MRI results came back from a few months ago.” Ash’s heart beat hard against his chest. “We discovered something alarming.” He pulled out a picture that looked like a human spine. “You’ve got a mass of tumors between your T-6 and T-12 vertebrae.”
The confession almost didn’t seem real to Ash, he just sat there, no thoughts, nothing happened inside him. He just felt empty.
“Mister Rolland. I think it may be a good time to make arrangements. If we caught it sooner, maybe we could’ve offered some type of treatment. As it stands, you have three months left. I’m sorry Mister Rolland.”
Three months. Ash couldn’t believe it. He had three months left to live.
The next hour Ash was told everything he would need to make the rest of his life comfortable. After all was said and done he drove home to his small apartment. Ash didn’t have many possessions, other than his computer he kept in the corner.
His mind raced, but all he could do was sit on his computer chair and wait. What was he waiting for? He didn’t know himself. He didn’t have family, or a girlfriend, or anyone. He’s been alone ever since he moved out.
Habits took over and he booted up his PC and started playing some video games. Something to pass the time.
And pass the time he did. Hours went by as he played various games. He just wanted to forget today. More time went by as he played, so much time that it was already morning before he realized what he was doing. His phone rang, breaking him from his stupor.
The screen read out his boss’ name. He put it down and went back to playing. He felt the pangs of hunger, but didn’t feel like getting up.
It had to be days he sat on his computer playing games. Wasting away, while waiting on the inevitable. After a long while, something brought him out of daze.
There was a knock at the door. It wasn’t the first time someone had tried to get Ash’s attention, but something felt different. Ash took his tired body and forced himself to the front door.
He cracked the door open and there wasn’t anyone there. He opened the door fully to a melancholy dusk, the full moon bright in the sky. Ash looked around for whoever bothered him. His eyes eventually found their way to the ground where a small cardboard box with a hastily made fabric bow sat atop.
Ash leaned down and picked up the mysterious package and went back inside. He sat down at his desk and opened it. Inside was a piece of paper and a USB drive. He took the drive out and began reading the note.
“Ash, long time no see. Don’t remember me? Doesn’t matter. I heard about what happened, and I figured I’d do you a solid. On the drive is something I’ve made specially for you. Just plug it in and have fun.”
“Well, why not?” Ash said out loud. He took the small black brick and plugged it into his PC. His screen instantly went black.
“Well, fuck.” Ash said. After a moment and a flash, the screen was lit up with a menu screen.
VAULT! was written in bright crimson lettering over rolling green hills. A simple fantasy melody started playing. It was a simple display with three options.
START
CONTINUE
EXIT
He clicked the start button. The screen transitioned to a black screen. The UI was made of filigree gold streaks. There was a tab with a small plus symbol. In the right corner. Clicking on it brought up a complex menu for character creation. Ash read over each of the options and began tweaking the character as he went. Under the race tab there was only a human option.
There were your standard options, height, size, hair, and there were hundreds of options under each tab. There was a Sex tab he clicked out of sheer curiosity. There were three options. Male, Female, and Changeling.
Hovering over each option gave a small description. Male and female were pretty simple. Changeling was a different story. Its description read.
“Changeling’s are a strange breed in the land of VAULT! Able to change their physical sex anytime they wish. While useful, changelings are not trusted by the majority of the VAULT! population.”
“Huh. Interesting.” He clicked the option.
A new option appeared that swapped the character model between male and female.
His character came out pretty good in his eyes. A slim man with good muscle definition and well-kept raven hair. His eyes were fierce emerald gems. The models were wearing simple cloth pants and shirts
Switching it to female painted another picture. A short woman with medium-length black hair with similar dull green eyes. Her body was well proportioned with melon-sized orbs hung from her chest. long legs sprouted from her wide hips.
After tweaking it a bit Ash hit confirm. The screen moved to another menu. The gold words read out ‘World Creation”
You could design the world down to the smallest detail. Ash felt like there were nearly a thousand different options that were all far too specific. Luckily there was a random button. Ash hit the random button a few times and began reading what things were changed. It took him almost an hour to read through it all and tweak it how he wanted.
After clicking through to the next menu, Ash was met with a menu labeled “Population personality” and there were only a few menus. The options almost made Ash laugh.
Sexual preference
He moved the slider towards ‘free love’
Sexual freedom
He moved the slider towards ‘Anytime Anyplace’
Sexual depravity.
he moved the slider to ‘No kids or animals’
He clicked to the next menu.
A pop-up appeared. in gold fancy lettering it read.
Are you sure you’re happy with the world you’re making? You cannot change anything once you start?
Ash clicked yes.
The next menu appeared. It was your standard Terms and Conditions blurb. He scrolled through without paying much mind. After clicking the ‘I Agree’ tic-box. He was brought to a much smaller text box with a much more sinister looking text.
—By clicking continue. You Ashton Rolland, Agree to allow us at DeusMachina to transfer your mind, body, and soul to the plain of existence known as VAULT! Agreeing to our terms of service will mean you will forfeit your life here on earth for something much more exciting, magical, and Sexually charged. If you have any reservations about doing this, please close the game now and continue with your life. But if you want to leave your life behind and try something new, click I agree.—
Thoughts rushed through Ash’s head. Why was his name in the game? What did it mean by giving up his life? It had to be a joke right? Someone was messing with him.
But curiosity took hold, besides, he didn’t have much to live for anyway. He took a look around his shabby apartment and breathed a heavy sigh.
What’s the worst that can happen?
He clicked I Agree.
Are you sure?
Yes.
Enjoy the world of VAULT!
The screen went black.
Ash suddenly felt a tight, sharp pain in his chest. His heartbeat became fast, erratic, and incredibly painful. His muscles burned white-hot with a shot of fiery pain, throwing him to the floor. His lungs burned with need as he stopped breathing, He clutched his heart and simply began to fade. His vision fading to darkness as he slipped into an eternal sleep.
Ash woke up in an endless void, with miles and miles of black emptiness spanning around him.
“Hello?” He yelled into the void. his voice an echo that amplified his loneliness.
He looked down at his body. What should’ve been flesh and bone was nothing more than a cloud of black mist. Ash had no physical form, he wasn’t human anymore. He tried to move. He sluggishly floated around, dragging his incorporeal form through the endless black.
“Hello, Ash.” A pleasant voice spoke through the void. “It’s nice to finally meet you.” Out of the black, a woman appeared, warping in with a shimmer of light.
Ash was struck by her beauty. The woman, a variable goddess, was tall, pale, with long legs that were perfectly curved into wide, child-bearing hips. Her alabaster skin glistened with a sexual glow as her tight stomach leaned into her curvaceous breasts. She moved with a serene grace that seemed almost unnatural, otherworldly even. Her hair fell wonderfully around her motherly face in long swirling pink curls. Her luscious lips raise in a pleasant, warm smile.
“Who are you?” Ash said in his disjointed, unnatural voice.
“I am Phylis, one of the many gods of this realm and you are my newest charge.” she looked over Ash’s ghastly form. “This won’t do, where's your body?” She raised her thin fingers and snapped.
Ash felt something inside him lurch and morph as his mist body began to shift and morph. His ‘body’ twisted in on itself in a whirlwind of black. After a long and painful moment his body recombined into flesh and bone.
Ash felt sick, but he could finally see his body. It wasn’t his normal body, but the one he created just moments ago. His body was lean, muscular, and well-sculpted, a far departure from his real-world form. He also noticed he was packing quite a bit more than he was used too.
“Much better. Now Ash, are you ready?”
“Ready for what?” Ash’s voice sounded alien. It was silky smooth and dripping with charisma.
“For your gifts. You are my chosen hero, and as such, you will receive my coat of arms, my Regalia.”
The goddess snapped her fingers once more. Ash felt a searing pain on his arm, just below his wrist. Looking down, a marking of a twin-headed, black eagle with gilded wings splayed in either direction, in its red claws it held a blue kite shield, appeared.
Ash knew the symbol, it was the coat of arms of Charlemagne.
“Now call upon my power hero.” the goddess spoke.
Ash focused his mind, drawing power of will through his body. A glow of blue power flashed from the symbol on his arm.
In front of him, in a brilliant flash of gold, a sword appeared. It was a straight sword with a gleaming silver edge. Its crossguard was a thin piece of curved gold leading down to a spiraling leather grip capped with a pure gold pommel.
He took the blade in his hand, It was perfectly balanced, the weight seemed almost custom for him.
He looked at the goddess, who seemed different. Her pale face was flushed red and her body seemed to radiate a sexual need into the void. She was constantly rubbing her shapely thighs together, staring lustfully.
“Ash, I think I forgot to mention something.” She took a step towards the young hero. Ash let the sword go, letting it dissipate in golden light. “I’m not just any goddess.” She was inches away from him, her breasts inches from rubbing against his chest. “I’m known mostly as a sexuality goddess. And siring a new hero makes me really horny.”
She slid a hand against Ash’s smooth chest. “To welcome you to your new life, I shall grace you with a divine consummation.”
Her hand slid up his shoulder as she grabbed his waist and pulled him into a deep and passionate kiss. Their tongues joined in a charged union as they explored each other's bodies. Ash was a virgin, and it showed in his clumsy movements. He grabbed just a little too hard and lingered in places he shouldn't have.
Phylis broke the kiss with a smile. “Let me take control, okay?”
Ash was too nervous to do anything other than nod. The goddess fell swiftly to her knees and looked over Ash’s throbbing member. She giggled to herself before hooking her hand around the base of his shaft. Ash whimpered in surprise from the sudden warmth around his flesh. She began slowly moving her hand up and down in a light grip. She placed her thumb against the underside and rolled it in tandem circles with every pass from shaft to head.
Ash was already moaning from the newfound pleasure of the goddess’ hand. He had tried many things before, but this was better than anything he's ever tried.
The Goddess slipped a hand down to his dangling stones. Slowly massaging them as she jerked him off.
Ash’s brain was scrambled, he was completely absorbed by the newfound pleasure the wonderful woman was giving him.
She licked her lips as she dipped her head down to his trembling cock head, taking it into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around, sending a wave of warmth through him.
Looking down the two locked eyes. The beautiful woman's gaze pushed Ash over the edge as he moaned, shooting his load down her divine throat. She swallowed it all greedily, never breaking eye contact.
She shivered as the last little salty drops left his still-hard cock. She popped off and gave him a smile. Wordlessly, she raised her hand and snapped a finger.
Ash suddenly found himself on his back, his erection standing proud to the sky. Before he could react, the goddess climbed over him, pressing his throbbing direction against her needy mound.
“It's been too long since I've tasted a mortal.” She lifted her hips until her dripping entrance was just above his head.
Ash was nervous, he had no idea what to expect for his first time, but he was excited nonetheless.
The beautiful woman slowly lowered herself, enveloping his member in her velveteen folds. Ash came immediately from the intense pressure of her softness. His essence shot deep inside her as she lowered herself down to his base.
“Already hun? That's okay, you’re my scion, you can go as many times as you want.” What she said was true, even after the multiple orgasms, Ash’s cock stood strong and hard.
The Goddess began grinding her hips against him. Her muscles moved independently of her body, meaning the back-and-forth motion of her hips was accompanied by a slow up-and-down pressure. Ash’s brain fired off at a million miles an hour, his single orgasm was being milked from him until a thick stream of sticky residue flooded out of her divine honeypot.
“There's so much cum, it's amazing, you really are going to be my hero.” she moaned as she rode him. “You might even be able to win.”
If Ash was able to pay attention, that might've set off alarm bells. But as his mind was preoccupied with nothing other than filling the godly pussy with as much semen as he could muster, it seemed to be not too important.
She ramped up her movements as her nether began to tighten even more around his cock. She ran extremely hot as her orgasm rocked her body. She grabbed ash by his shoulders, doubling over. She dug her nails into his skin as her body a hook hard with orgasmic bliss.
She slumped down onto him, his cock popping free, letting the nearly endless river of semen flow free out of her and into the void.
She kissed him on the cheek and whispered in his ear.
“Time to be a hero, Hero.” and she snapped her fingers one last time.
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[C/C] How I feel for my cousin (Update)
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So I wasn't fully the attention that post had got but I feel I need to clear some things up and give a bit more information behind myself.
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Regarding Angel, she's alive and well as far as I last checked, she's living her best life with a husband and child. Though that was over 2 years ago now.
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I'm no longer around her life and haven't been for nearly 7 years now. I have a lot more of my father in me as it turns out and abandoned her thinking her life would be better, wish I didn't but I did and I'll live with that regret for probably the rest of my life but maybe it did help her.
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As far as I know, nobody knows of our relationship but I did have a feeling her parents knew around the time I left, I've been terrified of rejoining their lives again and feel much worse the fact that they provided me so much and made me the man I am today.
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Yes, I do have more stories I can tell about the few years we spent as a couple but I'm not sure I'm ready to talk about those yet, maybe in the future but I only made that last post after a rough night and I had been drinking a bit. As I said, kind of like a therapy session with a community that may know what it's like to be in my shoes.
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No, I don't feel any disgust anymore about the relationship, she was like my guardian Angel for the roughest points in my life, hence why I decided on that name for these posts.
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I hope this clears some things up, a lot of people asked me if she had passed away but instead of replying, I figured this post would be easier.
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I'm 27 have a family but never had a BJ
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So I've been with my wife for over 10 years and we have a family. Sex is ok. We don't have much anymore, which bums me out sometimes. The other thing is that I've never had a BJ. I've never had one in college because I was daring my wife, so I didn't get my Hoe experience. I've heard everyone how they got this girl to give him a BJ, and I believe I'm the only one put in my close friend group that hasn't gotten one. It bothers me because I have sex but I want that BJ. I've eaten my wife out, and she liked it. But I'm not sure how to get one without paying someone.
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A Valentines Day Reconnection [Fiction][Words: 2172][MF][Romantic][Mild Bondage][Fellatio][Cunnilingus]
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*Author's Note: This is an attempt to get back into writing. I took an 8+ month absence from this platform and from writing. I welcome and appreciate all constructive feedback on my writing, as I'm trying to improve. Thank you for reading. Enjoy.*
It's the end of another long, trying week. Dan is making the long drive home. He's exhausted from the week. Hell, he's exhausted from life lately, really. Everything has been an endless grind for months now. Work, wife, kids…everything. It all seems to be non-stop doing for others, but not for himself.
"Fuck!" he yells suddenly as he remembers that next Tuesday is Valentine's Day. That means they will celebrate it this weekend because who the fuck celebrates Valentine's on a Tuesday?! Why isn't it the second Saturday of February? *(Please excuse the author's digression. There will be no further interruptions. Promise. Wait, that's a lie. I promise I'll try. Better? Let's continue.)* Though he had already purchased a delicate bracelet for Christine, his wife, he didn't plan anything for the weekend. He feels guilt wash over him. Things have been stale between them for months, and forgetting to plan something won't help. He doesn't want her to think he still isn't totally infatuated with her or that he's lost interest. Because that's not the case at all. He loves her more than he's ever loved anyone, and she still turns him on like no one else. He always feels run down and knows she's been feeling the same. It's not like she's made advances toward him that he has rejected. And they have good sex. It's just not as frequent as it once was or nearly as exciting. The days of a spontaneous quickie during a morning shower before the kids wake or the once-a-week date nights have been absent for a long time. They went from having sex several times a week to every other week. So, things have been as stale as a stack of crackers left in an open package.
When Dan pulled off at his exit, he decided to stop to pick up flowers for Christine, figuring the gesture would help smooth over his lack of planning. Because he wasn't sure if they had any, he also bought a bottle of wine.
Driving on, Dan finally arrives home to see Christine's car in the driveway. "She's home early for a Friday." he thinks. Christine usually goes to her friend Rebecca's after work on Friday evenings to watch Rebecca's kids. It's a trade-off of babysitting duties so that Rebecca and her husband can have a night out. Rebecca watches their kids in exchange, so they may do the same. The agreement has been a little one-sided lately.
Dan enters the front door of a quiet house. No kids. No activity. "Where is everyone?" he wonders. He enters the kitchen, where he leaves the flowers on the counter with his keys. He then walks around the house's first floor, not finding a soul. He calls out his wife's and kids' names.
"Up here," he hears Christine's voice from upstairs.
Dan climbs the stairs to find their bedroom door closed. The only time this door is closed is when Christine is undressing, exercising, or they are having sex. He opens the door to their bedroom to find it dimly lit by candlelight, the smell of "Tommy Girl," his favorite perfume, in the air. There is soft yet rhythmic music playing. Sitting on the foot of the bed, he sees Christine wearing a red corset, lace garter, stockings, and thong. She has a red, thin silk collar around her neck. Her hair looks terrific, wavy, and flowing around her beautiful face. Her face is adorned with dark ruby-colored lipstick and matching eye shadow in a sultry, smokey appearance.
"Um. Wow," Dan begins to speak.
"Shhh," Christine says, raising a finger to her lips, silencing him.
Slowly, she slides the same finger between her lips, seductively wetting it with her tongue. Looking directly into Dan's eyes, she slides her finger down her chin, neck, and then between her breasts. Dan feels himself growing hard as he stares with intrigue.
Christine stands up and takes his hand, leading him to the bed. She unbuttons Dan's shirt and slides it off his back. She starts a trail of kisses down his chest and stops at his navel while she quickly removes his pants. Her kisses continue and then stop at the bulge in his underwear. Christine pushes Dan down on the bed with a playful laugh as she ties him with some red ribbons she has pre-positioned. She smiles as she tightens his binds, her eyes gleaming with mischief. With Dan's hands fully bound, she climbs on the bed and stands above him, squatting down almost within his reach and then back up again. Dan's eyes are fixed on her in desire and disbelief. He can smell her scent, and his lips desire to feel her moistness. Dan pleadingly looks into Christine's eyes, but she simply shakes her head and smiles. He's always loved her smile.
Lowering herself on top of Dan, straddling his hips, Dan can feel her heat through the confines of his underwear, straining to feel more. Christine moves slowly, sliding back and forth on his bulge. She begins to tease Dan with a seductive dance. Christine's hands slide all over herself, cupping her breasts, sliding down along her stomach, grinding her pelvis against his crotch, seemingly to the music playing. She slowly raises up and removes her thong before turning around to position her perfectly shaped derriere near Dan's face, her knees on either side of his shoulders. In this 69-esque position, Dan can see the soft pink folds of her pussy, the lips parted like a flower's petals, its dew glistening in the candlelight. Christine slides a hand between her legs, her finger parting her lips. She then begins circular motions around her swollen clit, rubbing in light soft movements. She slides one…two…three fingers into her sweet cunt. Christine slowly moves her fingers in and out of the folds of her pussy, her juices covering them more with each repetition. In and out, faster and faster, she fuck herself with her fingers. Dan groans at the sight of Christine's teasing display. Her fingers return to her clit, grazing it lightly, exposing the soft, swollen flesh. Her fingers rub and circle around her clit, unable to control herself. Christine's breath quickens, and her moans start slow, but soon they are continuous and deep. As Christine gets closer, she slides back a little further, wanting Dan's tongue to finish the job. Dan buries his face as far as he can, licking and sucking on her clit furiously. Her sweet nectar tastes as intoxicating as her scent to him.
Christine pinches and pulls on her nipples as his tongue works rapidly on her clit. The heat and moisture from her cunt are never-ending. She tries to get up, but Dan's mouth sucks her labia in, holding Christine in place. Dan's tongue is working magic, and she abandons the idea of stopping him. Suddenly Christine's thighs tighten around his head, and the overpowering waves of orgasm begin to shudder throughout her body. She collapses with exhaustion on top of his body, the remnants of her climax subsiding. She looks back at Dan and can't help but chuckle when she sees his Cheshire cat grin.
Christine's hand slowly moves to free Dan's cock, her breath hot against it. She can hear him catch his breath as she slowly takes his cock into her soft, inviting mouth. Dan's cock is hard and thick, its veins visibly pulsing with lust, streaking through just below the flesh. Her lips engulf it, the warmth of her mouth surrounding every inch of him. She withdraws its length from her mouth, then, with her tongue, traces circles on the underside of its mushroom head, causing sensations to shoot throughout Dan's body. Dan whimpers as Christine's mouth starts moving frantically, her tongue moving with its own desire. She sucks his cock into her mouth with enthusiasm, bobbing her head at a near-dizzying pace. The slurping sounds of her hot mouth echo in the room. Dan begins to breathe harder, and his whimpers turn to moans; his moans get louder, and Christine quickens her pace. Then she stops...removing his cock from her mouth; she looks back at him with a devious smile. Dan's eyes are pleading with her as Christine teases the tip of his shaft with her tongue. Dan looks desperate to her, so Christine sucks his cock into her mouth deep to its base. She sucks his full length hard and fast, with a steady rhythm pounding his cock deep into her throat. Dan tenses and explodes, his cum shooting deep into Christine's hungry throat. His cock throbs and pulses as he moans loudly until his orgasm subsides. Christine continues suckling on him lightly as Dan comes down from his climax, his cock twitching in her mouth. She gives his cock one last peck, then gets up from the bed.
"Wait! Don't forget to untie me! Where are you going?" Dan asks as she proceeds to exit the room. Without a word, Christine disappears. Dan looks at his bindings and knows that if he really wants to, he can free himself. However, Christine has put much into planning this, so he's willing to play along.
After a few moments, Christine returns to the room, sipping from a water bottle. Sitting on the bed, she lifts Dan's head to let him drink from the bottle.
"You got me flowers," Christine says with a soft smile.
"I did. For Valentine's Day. I also have another gift for you." Dan replied between sips of the water. "Why don't you untie me so I can get it?"
"It can wait. I'm not finished with you yet. Had enough water?" she asks.
"Yes, thank you," he replied.
Christine places the bottle on the nightstand, then climbs onto the bed between Dan's legs, her head at his crotch. She takes his limp cock into her hand and starts teasing it with her fingers and tongue.
"I love you so much, Dan," Christine says, looking up at him. "And I love this cock. I need to feel you inside of me. Do you think you can get hard for me again?"
"If you keep doing that, I will," Dan whimpers.
"Oh, I intend to," she says, her tongue licking softly at his frenulum. "Your cock is so amazing. I love to feel it on my tongue," she says between licks. "Feel it on my lips," as she rubs Dan's now semi-hard cock against her lips. "Feel it in my mouth," and engulfs his cock in her mouth. Christine continues this method of licking Dan's shaft, from base to tip, then taking him in her mouth until he is rigid once more. She strokes her thumb against the head of his cock as she buries her face into his balls.
"Oh, baby," Dan whimpers as he feels Christine's tongue lick from his perineum, then suck in each of his testicles lightly, all while her thumb is stimulating the most sensitive part of his cock.
"Mhm," Christine moans into Dan's scrotum, "I love to see you like this. So hard. Wanting." she teases. "Mhm, yes. I think you're ready," she said before climbing further up the bed till she straddled Dan's waist. Reaching down between her legs, she guides his hard cock to her opening. Slowly, she lowers herself onto him, feeling the pressure as his shaft penetrates her, filling her with incredible warmth. "Oh, how I love your cock, babe. I love how you make me feel so...full."
Christine keeps a slow, steady pace as she rides Dan's cock. It has felt like forever since she's had his cock inside of her. Filling her and stretching her from within, inch by inch. She wants to linger in this feeling. She feels her cunt getting increasingly wet as she rides his cock at a painstakingly slow pace. "Oh, Dan. You…feel so good… I'm so wet for you. I want to feel this forever," she moans.
Hearing Christine talk in her low, sultry voice causes Dan's cock to throb and pulse even more. "Your pussy feels so good, baby. I've missed you so much," Dan whispers, watching her hips grind and shift against his pelvis.
Christine can feel each sweet spasm of his stiff shaft rising through her with warm, tingling, expansive sensations. A feeling like his cock was always meant to be there. Then she feels the rolling boil of an orgasm starts to build within her.
"I'm going to cum," she moans in anticipation of the impending release. Then it hits her. Hard. She starts shaking and digs her hands into Dan's chest. Her heart is racing as this explosion shoots throughout her body, her thighs shaking uncontrollably. She feels weightless and numb, yet so alive.
Christine collapses on top of Dan's chest, sighing and laughing as her orgasm subsides. She shivers slightly, then feels Dan's arms wrap around her, pulling her into him tight.
"How did you…" she queries Dan.
"You never did learn to tie knots very well, baby," Dan whispers as he kisses her head.
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Frat Party
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My college boyfriend was very vanilla. Nothing wrong with being vanilla, but he was never into trying new things in the bedroom. I was always adventurous and my mind was full of fantasies that needed to be satisfied. One night, he took me to a frat party: it was western theme. I wore a flannel top that was buttoned half way, with a lacy red bra showing, a jean skirt and cowboy boots. After several drinks and lots of grinding, I started to get really horny. I could feel the wetness drip down my legs. I told him we should sneak upstairs and have a quickie on someone's bed. He told me no, and I told him to fuck off. I wondered upstairs on my own and found a room that was not occupied. I climbed onto the bed and I started to rub my titties and had the urge to masturbate. I took off my bra, pulled up my skirt, and became more relaxed. I began to pinch and squeeze my nipples until they were hard. As i was rubbing my boobs with my left hand, I used my right hand to start rubbing my clit and fingering myself. It felt amazing. After a few minutes, I was about to cum, when the guy whose room I was using walked in. We made eye contact and he apologized for barging in. He was about to leave when I told him he could stay if he wanted to. He stayed and watched me squirt all over his bed. I put my bra back on and fixed my skirt. As i was passing him, I rubbed his hard dick and thanked him for letting me use his bed. Then I went back downstairs to find my boyfriend.
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Photoshoot turned into me watching another girl go down on my bf [MFF]
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The other day, I asked my boyfriend and a girl we know to pose for me for some pictures for an art project. I first started by taking photos of her by herself. She seemed pretty shy but gradually started to loosen up. She needed to be told exactly what to do in order to feel comfortable, so after taking photos of her alone for a while, I realized that she may actually be more comfortable posing with him for some additional guidance/to not be the sole center of attention. He stepped in the frame and first I took photos of them with her sitting and him standing behind her.
There was definitely a little bit of sexual tension but she also seemed more comfortable now that she wasn’t entirely on her own to figure out what to do in front of the camera. When we got enough pictures of her sitting in front of him, I asked them to stand together and get close, and pose somewhat romantically. He stood behind her and held her waist as they both looked into the camera, with her hips lightly pressed against his. We tried a few different variations of this before I asked them to face each other. When they turned toward each other, he held her close to him and things started to feel a little more heated. The sexual tension definitely was more palpable and they started to lean in more toward each other without me needing to ask.
I could tell from the way she was interacting with my boyfriend that she was attracted to him, and I kept praising the pictures to show that I approved of the way they were touching each other and getting close. I kept it pretty professional though and stayed focused on the outcome of the pictures. They kept getting closer and closer, till their faces were kind of leaning against each other. She turned her head slightly to face more toward him and my boyfriend met her halfway. They started kissing lightly at first, almost like it was just for the photos, and then got more and more passionate. I couldn’t really believe it was happening and I kept taking photos for a while as they were making out, but it started to kind of cross a line when my boyfriend took out her tits and started playing with them.
I put down the camera and just stood and watched. She started to stroke his dick outside his pants and he pulled her pants down and grabbed her ass. He grabbed her hand and put it down his pants, encouraging her to take out his cock. She laughed with excitement and I could tell she loved how big it felt in her hand. He put his hand between her legs and rubbed her pussy, and I could hear how wet she had gotten. It sounded like she was soaking and he started to rub her faster. She was moaning and collapsing into him from pleasure. They both got totally undressed and she got on her knees and started sucking his cock.
She licked it all the way up and down slowly before grabbing it and trying to stuff it down her throat. Then he stroked it over her while she licked and sucked his balls. It was all so hot to watch, I’m not usually that into voyeurism but I loved seeing her submit to him and become totally mesmerized by his cock and overcome by her own horniness. After getting sucked off for a while, my boyfriend pulled her up off her knees and started edging her by rubbing her clit. They pulled apart for a moment and looked my way, then she asked if we wanted to fuck now.
The way all of this unfolded was honestly one of the most shocking experiences we’ve ever had. I had gotten pretty wet from just watching, so my boyfriend bent me over and started fucking me while she sat in front of me with her legs open. She and I made out and she told me she wanted to see me cum on his cock. I rubbed her wet pussy while he pounded me from behind. She was getting so close from just my hands and my boyfriend was fucking me so hard that it was getting hard to control myself. She said she wanted to see me cum, so I laid my boyfriend down on his back and rode him till I came. Then I told her I knew she was eager to feel him inside her based on how she was sucking his cock, so I wanted to see her take it next.
She laid on her back and he pushed her legs up super far, and he fucked her so hard it was unbelievable. She was moaning so loudly and rubbed her clit till she came on him. Her pussy had his cock so fucking wet. Then he turned her around and started fucking her from behind, she backed her ass up onto him while looking me in the eyes and smirking. I rubbed my pussy and told her how much I loved seeing her take my boyfriend’s cock. This made my boyfriend get even harder and closer, so he pushed her all the way down onto her stomach and asked if she liked when he made her take his dick as hard and deep as she could. She moaned and kept egging him on to go harder and deeper, and we both begged for his cum till he finished inside her.
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If Looks Could Kill [F]
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I remember one time we both went to lunch with a friend to catch up. We met up at the restaurant and waited for her before heading in. This was when we were still new FWB. She is always a little bit late, not terribly late but maybe 5-10 minutes, not bad enough that we were upset about it.
She arrived and we went in to eat. Before planning this we decided that she doesn’t need to know about our relationship and it would be between us only, I mean if she knew her two closest “innocent” friends were hooking up then she’d definitely never see us the same. We’re having a good time, decent food, good conversation, overall a pleasant experience. Our friend had to go to the bathroom and I got the idea to try and play around and tease while she wasn’t around. I put my hand on her leg and started towards her slit. I didn’t even have a second before she grabbed my hand and glared at me, “not here!” She said. She was looking at me like I was insane for trying that. Our friend came back to the table and she noticed something was off, asked if we were okay. We played it off, said I was reading the puns on the kids menu (don’t judge!) and thoroughly annoyed her.
I had no idea the wrath I brought upon myself but she was so discreet. Next thing I know throughout the meal she was playing with my clit and teasing me under the table, and our friend didn’t notice a thing. By the time we got back to my place, I begged her to finish what she started. “Why should I?” She said. She pushed me down on the couch and lightly brushed her fingers over my neck, laughed, and pulls away. “You should probably take care of that.” She said, clearly amused, and tossed the clit vibe at me. I did go and finish myself but she didn’t help, I felt like it was a fitting punishment for what I did. I loved seeing how devious she could be.
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[m/s] I(20M) hugged my mom(46F) and felt something
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(please forgive any grammar mistakes or strange terms I use as English is not my first language)
I've been always been into incest but never really tought that way towards my mom, sure I fapped thinking of her a couple times but nothing besides that.
A little about my mom before we start. She is in her 40s, its a beautiful latina woman, a bit chubby but not that much really, she is still married and she is also catholic and likes to pray. I live with her and my brother but he is outside most of the time on college or with friends so my mom and I are almost all the time alone at the house. My father doesn't live with us bc of work and only comes to visit every 2 weeks for a couple of days, also they are not in the best of terms the last couple months.
My mom is during her premenopause cicle or something like that, and because of that she's become very emotional. Some days she's completly fine and super happy and other days she feels something is opressing and at the same time wants to explode as her body needs something but doesn't know what or wants to do something but doesn't know what (her words more or less).
We've always had a very good relationship where we tell everything and when we are alone she tells me how she feels and that doesn't want to feel that way but talking to me relieves her a lot since my father doesn't seem to understand her (also her words). She also loves hugging me lately and her hugs are different from before, now her hugs are more strong as she doesn't want to let go and I hug her with the same strenght and loves that.
Now, the title. Our last couple hugs while we tell we love each other I got a bonner, and wont deny that I desired her at those moments. I'm sure she also felt it because of the closeness of our hugs, but when that happens I try to ignore it and dont change position a bit and just continue hugging and try to be her stone.
Then I realise that I desire her but obviously I don't want to take advantage of it or anything like that, I just wanted to share this little situation with someone. Also, I tought of suggesting her to masturbate to relieve stress but at the moment I haven't.
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[S/B] (Watersports/Piss warning!) My brother and I gave our girlfriend a shower and a drink.
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I put a poll out on my profile for what kink you wanted in a story. Piss and Exhibition tied so I’m putting out the Piss story now then the exhibition one sometime soon! This story took place a while ago before my girlfriend got pregnant and before I got pregnant a second time.
It was a Sunday evening, we already had dinner, and my daughter was taking a nap. During dinner, my brother and I had both had 4-5 glasses of water and inevitably we had to pee badly after an hour or two. We were all sitting at the couch my brother and I cuddling, then my girlfriend sitting up against the couch on the floor (she chose to do that, not entirely sure why). My brother and I looked at each other, then at our girlfriend, then back at each other and mouthed "Do you need to pee" at the same time to each other. Him and I both started laughing and giggling, our girlfriend then looked up and back at us confused and questioning what happened but didn't say anything. My brother then chimed in and said "I think it's shower time." My girlfriend smiled and her face lit up as she jumped up and said "OK!" Now at the time she was expecting a regular shower when both my brother and I knew what type of shower he meant.
We made our way to the bathroom where we all stripped and my brother told my girlfriend to get in the tub. She looked back confused and then saw my brother holding the base of his dick and realized what's going on. She looked up at him with an innocent look in her eyes and said "Please give me a shower daddy. I want it." He smiled back and said "Ok, but you'll drink some like a good piss slut too." not even phrasing it as a question. He knew she'd do what he asked, no hesitation. I then looked up at him and said "What about me... I need to pee too!" He then responded with. "Don't worry you'll wash her hair and back with your piss once I'm done." I smiled and said "Yes daddy, whatever you says goes." I then sat down crisscross on the cold tile floor, fully naked. Let's just say, cold tile even partially touching your bare pussy as you need to pee doesn't help the feeling at all and made me want to go so badly!
My brother turned back to our girlfriend and said "Alright, get ready." He started peeing in her face about a second after he said that. Her mouth wide open, catching what she can and swallowing when her mouth gets full. Piss runs down her face, off her chin onto her boobs, chest, stomach, and running down over her sweet little pussy. He made sure to cover her entire front side with his piss, emptying his bladder into her mouth and all over her. She swallowed probably 4 mouth fulls of piss before he finished.
He then grabbed a handful of my hair, pulled me up off the floor with no warning and sternly told me. "Finish giving this slut a shower now. Don't make me angry." That's all the motivation I needed. He had her spin around so her hair was facing me and she was facing the wall, I stepped into the tub so my pussy was practically touching her hair and started pissing into it. As she felt my piss cover her head she started moaning and rubbing herself. I did my best to move around and cover he head with piss, some rolled down her face, her sides, but mostly down her back. Once I was finished I stepped out of the tub, and she spun around facing us saying "Thank you... I really needed a shower and drink."
My brother then had he get out of the tub, sit on the floor drenched in piss and forced her to watch him and I have a regular shower. After we got done, he let her shower but she sat there, drenched in piss for roughly 20 minutes with nothing she can do.
And that's the end of the story of how my brother and I gave my girlfriend a shower.
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A Happy Car Accident [MF]
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I had ordered an Uber to get back to my hotel room after seeing some touristy places in a new city. When it arrived, I noticed the back seat had a bunch of boxes. I was a little annoyed, but whatever. I got in the front seat. At least the driver was a girl in her early 20s. She had a white tank top and pretty big boobs.
We chatted for a little and she told me that she’s a college student who’s just moving into town. She quickly apologized for the mess in the back. I told her I understood the struggle and good luck on her school.
Without either of us noticing, traffic had come to a complete stop. This caused her to slam on her brakes. Out of instinct, I quickly moved my hand across her chest to stop her body from moving forward after she slammed on the brakes. I held my hand on her chest without realizing my hand was on her big tits.
After we made sure we were ok, I began to pull my hand away. I was surprised when she grabbed my wrist and looked at me with innocent eyes. She put my hand back on her chest. She reached over and began to rub my bulge. “Thank you for being protective over me,” she said.
Traffic started to move. She grabbed my hand and put it between her legs. She let go of my dick and began to drive. I began to rub her pussy over her pants but it wasn’t enough. I wanted it at this point. I reached into her panties. She made sure to open her legs so I could get to her pussy.
She probably shouldn’t be driving while I fingered her, but we weren’t thinking about safety. We got to my hotel. Instead of her dropping me off at the front, I told her to go into the underground parking lot of the hotel. Once parked, I used my free hand to pull her tank top down. Her tits looked even bigger outside of her shirt.
I reached over and sucked on her tits while I finger fucked her. I didn’t stop until her thighs were shaking. She finished all over my hand. To return the favor, she leaned over and pulled my dick out. She pushed it in her mouth and began to suck. Fuck, it felt so good! I couldn’t help but alternate between spanking her ass, and reaching under her to grab her tits.
I began to tap her ass repeatedly to let her know I was about to finish, but she didn’t stop. She grabbed my balls and shoved my dick down her throat. Fuck! I finished in her mouth hard! She didn’t stop sucking until every drop was swallowed.
We both sat back in our seats satisfied. I told her since she’s new in town, and I’m only in the city to visit, we could hang out again before I leave. She gave me her number and eagerly agreed. I got out of the Uber and went upstairs to my hotel room.
Later that night, I was in bed, horny, thinking about what happened earlier. I texted her and she said “on my way.”
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Mr. Cassidy Pleasures Himself to Photos of Babysitter [M/F] [M-30's] [F-20's] [Masturbate] [Photos] [Voyeurism] [Shower] [Wet T-Shirt] [College Girl]
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***This is an excerpt from my upcoming Erotic Romance, 'His Saving Grace'. One of my favorite scenes so far. Mr. Cassidy had just arrived home and interrupted an outdoor water-fight between his kid's and the sweet college babysitter he'd hired. He rushed into the house, avoiding the droplets, his eyes on Grace's wet, wet t-shirt...***
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Dropping my briefcase on the dining table, I moved to the living room and peered through the blinds. They were still playing, now shooting the hose up into the air and trying to avoid the falling water as it scattered randomly.
My penis twitched. Grace’s nipples were hard and poked out from the fabric of her shirt. I could even make out the darkness of her areolas beneath the thin and clingy wet material.
Holy… She’s so delicate and sexy… I can just imagine pinning her to the bed, smothering her with my body and sucking on her small breasts—
My phone buzzed and I jumped. It was just a notification.
But the interruption brought me back to reality, and I brought my hand to my mouth, striding quickly away from the window. What the hell was I doing?
Disgusted with myself, I changed out of my work clothes and collapsed onto my bed, staring at the ceiling fan as it spun round and round. I heard the front door open and close.
“Dad!” Daniel shouted. “Can we watch TV? We didn’t watch any all day!”
With a sigh, I dragged my body off the bed and gave my kids a proper greeting, turning the TV on for them and locking myself in the bathroom to shower. As the water ran, I checked my phone, scrolling through the news and my personal email. It dinged.
**Sorry I had to leave without saying bye. It was starting to get cold out and I needed dry clothes LOL. Your kids are worthy opponents! I’ll see them tomorrow :)**
I swiped Grace’s text away. Her name at the top of my screen had brought forth an evil thought.
*No, Charlie, don’t. It’s wrong.*
I glanced out the shower curtain at the bathroom door, which was locked. The TV was playing way too loud in the other room. Clean water flowed over my body as I stood, unmoving, thoughts racing and heart quickening.
*Screw it.*
I hastily unlocked my phone again and opened my photos album, clicking on the most recent items. There she was in all her glory. Her transparent blue shirt was even more see through in the photos, my camera capturing the very moment the sun lit up her skin and breasts from behind. My naked, wet dick was instantly hard again, still longing for release from earlier.
Guilt clawed at me, tentative and heavy. She was young. And she was from the church. Hell, she was my kid’s Sunday school teacher!
But her glistening flesh stared up at me from my phone screen, unwilling to release me from its hold, and my body began to move of its own accord.
The shower was running. The soap was in my hand. My hand was on my dick. I ignored the voice in my head telling me this was wrong and gross and sinful.
Because didn’t I deserve a little release? Hadn’t I been mistreated enough recently? A little bit of old-fashioned fantasizing wouldn’t send me to hell. *I deserve this*, I thought to myself and began to stroke my dick, my gaze locked on the wet girl on my phone screen. The instant pleasure as I gripped my penis was surprising, surely stemming from the fact that I hadn’t released my tension earlier, and other than the wet dream last night, I hadn’t actually come in weeks.
Wet noises reverberated softly from the shower as I rhythmically jerked myself off, my right hand on my shaft and my left hand clutching the phone tightly. I zoomed in closer, and noticed with a naughty thrill that Grace’s tits were just about entirely visible. My lips parted in pleasure and fantasy as I imagined wrapping my mouth around one of her boobs and nibbling on her hardened nipple. I’d even put my mouth directly on top of her water-soaked shirt and suck the water right out of it, gripping her nipple through the fabric between my teeth.
*Ohh, yeah… Shit, Grace…Why’d you have to get so wet right in front of me? Were you teasing me?*
I doubted it. But the idea sure was thrilling. I gripped my cock tighter and doubled over, panting as I pumped quicker. The photo – the invasion of privacy – in my left hand grew fuzzy as my eyelids fluttered shut in the throes of pleasure. I nearly slipped when my thighs began to tremble in anticipation, longing for hot, messy relief.
*Grace…*
I was jerking myself off so hard now that the sound of my wrist slapping my own thigh was audible, and I didn’t care.
“Ahhh…ahhh…” I grunted, breathless. With a sudden burst of inspiration, I turned and stuck my phone in the shower caddy, Grace’s body and face the focal point of the screen.
*Yeah, naughty girl… you teased me to this point on purpose, didn’t you?*
I gasped, the grip on my cock tightening, and jerked forward abruptly, hot come exploding from the tip of my penis and onto the brightly lit phone screen. Squirt after squirt coated Grace’s photo, sliding down her golden flesh and dripping onto the shower floor. I sucked in air as I pumped myself, slowly emptying everything I had in me, my arm flexed and ass clenched.
“Ahh…” I gasped and released my penis finally, letting the shower wash over my sweaty body and cleanse me. My head pounded. I stared almost bitterly at my phone, now glazed entirely in my own come, as if it were the device’s fault that I just masturbated to a photo of a much younger college girl.
“Shit.”
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[S/S] The Sisters Grimm: Surprise Lunch Date (And a Happy Ending) (Update 6)
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Disclaimer(s): This erotica contains G/G content. If LGBTQ+ incest isn't your thing, feel free to skip and no hard feelings! The smut starts about 1/3 the way through this time, so things ramp up more quickly than in Chapter 5. Our names are Marina (30) and Alexa (29). Yes, we are real sisters. No, we do **not** want your dick pics. If you have any actual questions about our relationship or want honest advice, please don't hesitate to ask! And, as always, hope you enjoy!
**All parties are 18+ years old and are fully consenting adults. Remember, consent is sexy.**
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Living with a sleep disorder certainly has its ups and downs; one of those downs being, a literal inability to keep a regular sleep schedule leads to plans being spontaneous by necessity. So it can be a little tricky dating a type 1 narcoleptic like myself, simply because I genuinely don't know if I'm going to be awake for any plans I make. I don't decide these things, my body sleeps when it wants and wakes up when it wants. And it's been fairly erratic for me lately, but thankfully today it managed to cooperate. So I figured, since I'm up anyway, and I knew my sister's likely having a pretty shit day at work, I might as well surprise her for lunch.
Normally Alexa works from home and starts her days at noon, but 2 or 3 days of the week, she has to go into the office much earlier to do things she could honestly probably do from home. Some jobs just be like that. Because of my sleep disorder, I have a job where I make my own hours; she doesn't have such a luxury. Today I got up at 10AM, perfect timing to go see her, I thought. Although admittedly I didn't sleep very well, but what can you do. As always, first thing I did is flick on the shower, the water so hot that it simply singes off the top layer of dirt and dead skin off my body.
As I lather up and likely continue irreparably damaging my scalp from the heat, my hands can't help but give my nether regions some extra-special attention. Admittedly I spent roughly an hour sexting someone last night (you know who you are, yes, I did enjoy myself), and passed out massively horny. Unashamedly, my mind drifted to a very specific fantasy of mine, specifically a threesome between us and our Mom. Yes, I do have a massive Oedipus complex, I'm not sure you noticed. I close my eyes and imagine us grinding on her legs, my sister and I cumming at the same time all over her before joining in a three-way kiss. God, just the thought is so tantalizingly hot even now. Maybe someday (hey, a girl can dream).
After releasing all that sexual tension and finishing up in the shower, I threw on a cute discreet white bra, a nice tight-fitting light-blue sweater, black pleated skirt that went halfway up my thighs, and slip into some nice cork wedges. As if either of us needed to be any taller, let's be honest, I'm already topping out at 1.83m (about 6' even). But like many effeminate women, I can't resist cute heels. I topped off the package with some black winged eyeliner and dashes of blush and lip gloss. Heck, I even bothered styling my hair today. I did a twirl in our full-body mirror and grinned; man, I look *hot*, I said to myself. And yes, I wore a short skirt and no panties when it's like 10 degrees outside. Like Mom always says, thermal efficiency is an illusion, and beauty is pain.
Work for her is about 45 minutes away, and today it seems that she drove my Nissan. Probably because my cars have good heat, unlike her 90s Corolla. I have 2 vehicles, the Nissan and a Jeep. Like any other gearhead, normally I'm the only one who drives my cars. Gearheads know she's a keeper when you can trust her with your *real* babies.
I parked up beside her in the lot, totally ignoring the "staff parking only" sign -- hey, my cars like being next to each other, too. Old vehicles are temperamental and you gotta treat them well. After about 15 minutes, a dull mixture of monochromatic business suits flow out of the building, my eyes quickly locating Alexa's characteristic light-blonde hair. She was chatting with a couple of colleagues, but immediately stopped after spotting my Jeep, her serious tone dropping instantly as her warm smile returned to her face. I feel like every time I see that smile, I just fall more hopelessly in love.
"Marina! Hey! What brings you here?" she excitedly asks, giving me a fantastic wholesome hug without a care in the world for how we might look. I confessed to her that I thought she could use a nice lunch date, an offer which she gleefully accepted. When her friends approached and asked if she wanted to go out with them, her only reply was, "Thanks, but she's my date for today." It honestly gave me massive butterflies to hear her say that. Both because I was slightly scared that we'd get outed (though I do trust her judgement), but also because any time we could say or do "normal couple" things in public just makes me so happy.
I decided that simplicity and comfort food might work best for today, and took her to visit a small local joint right by her workplace. Of course the food was amazing, though the company's what really made it for us. No coworkers, no fancy gimmicks, no fucking in the backseat. Just sitting down with the woman of my dreams, sharing a delicious bowl of soup. It's the little things in life, so they say.
We had a wonderful time together, and took our sweet time driving the 5 minutes back to her office. Adding more to special little moments I'll likely remember for a long time, my phone's playlist flipped to "Bust a Move" by Young MC, and we spent the entire drive doing an impromptu off-key duet over the loud straight-six's exhaust note. When my hand wasn't changing gear, it was holding hers. We laughed and unashamedly sang like absolute crap, but it was amazing and I'd make a fool of myself again in a heartbeat. I dropped her off in front of the office, gave her a quick kiss as to not draw attention, and told her, "We'll finish this later."
Fast forward roughly 6 hours. She's due home in 20 minutes. I'm texting a friend of mine online that I didn't know what to wear, and she helps me select an outfit -- a cute knee-length sundress in a violet-burgundy sort of color, like a light red wine, black strappy heels, and see-thru panties (I hate underwear, so those are definitely going first). I was gonna go with a matching bra, but the sundress had built-in support (Sorry, no lingerie pics for you this time, my very helpful friend. But we'll make it up to you later). I knew I had a winner when she texts back verbatim, "Oh. My. God. I would pounce on you if I saw that."
I wet my lips with anticipation as I heard the familiar sound of a Nissan pull up, and greeted my beautiful sister with the gaze of a fox in heat. She eyeballed me from head to toe, not saying a single word, letting her actions do all the talking for her. As soon as the door shut, she practically dropped her backpack like a sack of rocks and pinned me to the wall. My grin turned into a wide, blissful smile before being instantly wiped when she pressed her lips against mine, furiously invading my mouth with her long, delicious tongue.
After 5 minutes of pure, shameless, incestuous rubbing and making out, I finally managed to part our lips long enough to purr, "Told you so," into her ear before nibbling on it, causing her arms to shiver. We wandered into the living room, my little sister practically falling over the side of the couch, her shirt open and black lace bra on full display. I don't even remember us unbuttoning her shirt, we were so caught up in everything. Whatever, there's more important business to attend to.
I climbed up and straddled Alexa's gorgeous body, making sure the blanket protecting our new couch doesn't fall off from our depraved activities, and felt her hand brush against my shielded pussy. "Panties, really?" she grumbled.
"Hey, you gotta work to earn your meal," I laughed, "Now be a good girl and suck m-" Suddenly, she violently tugged at me, pulling me down to her level and branding me on my exposed shoulder with a little love-bite, making me yelp in pain.
"Now, I didn't come home to get teased," my sister grinned in a sultry, dominant tone, "I've paid my dues, and I'm gonna collect what I'm owed whether you like it or not, Marina." The both of us grinned deviously at one another; I love it when she's in this sort of mood. I wanted nothing more than for her to own me and use me to satisfy her insatiable craving for pussy. Her tongue returned to its rightful place in my mouth, squirming like a fish out of water as I wrapped my long legs around her ass and thighs.
Alexa gently bit and tugged at my lip, eliciting a deep, heavy moan from me as she parted our kiss before raising her head up, just out of reach for me. Her tongue remained fully extended from her mouth, so tantalizingly out of reach of my own. My heart raced so quickly it felt like it was about to explode. Just then, a large bead of spit formed at the tip, slowly dripping towards me, and I absolutely devoured it. God, she was so fucking good at teasing me, it wasn't fair.
"First thing's first..." she smiled, removing the rest of her clothes and clumsily throwing them over the side of the couch. She took no time whatsoever pulling down my dress, though careful not to tear it (it's actually a pretty nice outfit). I smiled and let out a giggle as she relentlessly teased my nipples before returning for another kiss -- except, again, stopping just short of her mark. "No no, if you want these lips, you have to kiss the other ones first..."
My salivary glands went into overdrive. She just has this way of putting a spell on me, as if totally in control of my body's involuntary functions. "Now stay there," she insisted, climbing off my waist and turning around to straddle my face. Her plump tight ass now on full display to me, I noted that she was wearing a red jeweled butt plug, which she apparently wore all day. It's from a 12-pack we bought with many different colors, but I always preferred the red on her. It really brings out the color in her eyes. Heh. I give it a bit of a tease and a spin as she leans down and pets my own kitty, still hidden behind the panties. "Oh, and if you do a good job, then we can take these off and do something about this big mound of yours."
That's it, I'm never wearing underwear again.
My sister's amazing thighs and plugged ass threatened to suffocate me, but there's certainly far worse ways to go. She tried keeping up the dominant persona, which quickly dispelled itself with deep, guttoral moans as I sucked on her lips as if I wanted to pull them off. True to her word, it took all of 30 seconds before she worked me out of my panties and claimed her prize, mimicking my actions between her sharp breaths. Periodically we had to stop just to collect ourselves a bit before returning to full muffdiving mode, and it didn't take long before we were close to ruining yet another dress.
Eh, screw it. I bought it secondhand anyway.
We played each other's clits like they were the final quicktime event in a video game, eliciting a twin pair of geysers to erupt from either side of our 69ing matching bodies. A full 45 seconds later, we finally come down and let our bodies go limp, my dress absorbing quite a lot of our socially-abhorrent juices. I gifted her beautiful kitty another kiss, this time softer and more sensual, as if putting the beast into its slumber again. At this point, someone messaged me and my Discord bell rang, sending us both into hysterics. I have no idea why, perhaps at the insanity of our situation or the timing of it. But we took a couple minutes just to relax and come down a little more.
Mind you, that didn't last long. My sister and I rolled off the couch, collapsing onto the wooden floor and laughing at our sex-induced daze before she started kissing my pussy lips. Again. I was already hypersensitive as hell, and it didn't take long before we were each going 3 fingers deep in one another.
We fucked like absolute rabbits on the floor for 20, then 30 minutes, starting "slowly" with 3 fingers before our pussies were worked and stretched enough to accept each other's fists. I love it when she puts the whole thing in me. I can feel my pussy muscles flexing and hugging her hand as if it's trying to bite it off. It doesn't feel like a sex toy. It pulses in me. It feels so *alive*. Literally and figuratively.
We took turns penetrating each other with our fists like a pair of animals fighting for dominance. And I loved every bit of it. Over the next few orgasms, we sprayed so much cum all over the place that I'm pretty sure we were getting dehydrated by this point. "So..." I say, thoroughly out of breath and sitting up in a pile of our cum, still wearing my now utterly ruined dress, "Did I do a good enough job?"
"Hah!" she laughed at me and my exhausted, post-orgasm smile and hiccuping self, my hair drenched in sweat and other miscellaneous bodily fluids, "I think so."
And she finally rewarded me with that kiss she teased me with for the past half-hour or so. I swear, our tongues spend more time in each other's mouths than our own. Not that I'm complaining, of course.
God, I love this woman so much, it's unreal. Our whole living room fucking reeks of sex and we're sitting on that very same couch playing video games. We've done this so often that now we just throw blankets over the cushions so we don't ruin the upholstery from squirting. And today's is, of course, now in the wash. We're probably gonna have a shower before bed, but for right now, we're perfectly content with how we are now. In my mind, seeing her utterly disheveled and post-ravaged like this is so unapologetically sexy on its own.
And sex or not, spending quality time with my little sister is always the highlight of my day. I'm not always available to take her to lunch because of my sleep disorder, as I mentioned before. Truthfully it was a small miracle that I was even awake for it today. But just having a wonderful lunchtime meal with the woman I love is, so far, the best part of this week.
Of course, being fisted was nice, too. But you know.
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[F/d] I may have had sex with my daughter - update 13
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It's still Vanessa, this will be a bit of a long post to tell you what happened today and my side of the story.
So today we went to the beach, I gave ny daddy a few blowjobs on the way. At the hotel we rested a little bit then my daddy ate me out and we had sex afterwards. He chose a bikini for me, and we went to the beach. It delt so nice being able to lay next to him in public acting like a couple and calling him daddy without anyone knowing he is my real daddy. We moved to a shaded area of the beach and I stroked his dick while he rubbed my pussy and kissed me. I put on a little jean short and we then went for a walk on the town and he bought me a necklace with his name on it. We ate a little seafood place, I love the stares I get from men and the looks of approval or respect they give my daddy for having me. After we ate we went to the center plaza and sat on a bench, my daddy bought me a rose and I made out with him for like 20 minutes while sitting on his lap. We then went back to the hotel and sex again, anal included. We had a shower and and watched a movie in bed before going out to dinner. I wore a white top with a white knee hight loose skirt that ties up at the weist leaving an opening on the side. I didn't wear underwear so you could tell by the opening. We just had dinner and are waiting to go into a club.
Now for my side of the story. I wrote this throughout today and yesterday. Growing up my mom never had a huge role on raising me, our grandparents basically lived next door and treated my mom like she was a child so she never had any real authority over me. I grew having to make a lot of decisions by myself and learn a lot of things on my own. When I was a little older my mom started defying my grandparents a bit more and started dating around a lot. Given that she did this to piss off her parents like a teenage girl would, she would pick very shitty men, not abusive but distant and selfish. This made mine and my mom's relationship even worse as it felt like I was more mature than her in certain situations. She eventually met a guy that was definitely better than the others but I would still not say great, at least not with me. My mom distanced herself from my grandparents a bit more and by the time I graduated high-school, I already knew I wanted to be an acctress, I had acted in some small school plays and felt really passionate about it. My mom and her now fiancee didn't agree and told me that I didn't have a future in acting so they forced me to go into accounting. I agreed because I didn't have the money to risk getting kicked out of the house or something. That year I spent in college was awful, I wasn't really struggling but I just had no interest at all in the subjects, the school was also small so I there wasn't like a theater or drama club to join. In june of last year when the year ended I begged my mom to let me go to an arts college but she didn't let me so I dropped out, obviously she was upset so I moved out. I got a job and went to live with a friend, for the next months I was working and going to auditions but there weren't many options where I lived. My mom calmed down about me moving out but I could feel something was off with her. At the beginning of this month she asked me to breakfast, there she confessed the whole thing about my dad. I didn't wanna believe it at first but then she started crying so I knew it was true, I tried asking her who he was but she wouldn't tell so I stormed off, that was the last time we spoke. I contacted some of my mom's old friends and asked them about where my mom used to live, they told me that they always found it weird how she suddenly moved out, I asked them if she was dating someone at the time, they hesitated but eventually told me who he was. I found him on social media and found out where he worked, I wanted to talk to him in person so after a few days I got the place he was having a meeting at. I got ready and went there, I saw him with his client but sat at the bar, a little later he sat at the bar aswell. When I finally got a good look at him in person I juest felt a really strong sense of attraction, I realized that the man that was supposed to be with me wasn't even given the option, I realized that I had the chance to be with him in a much more intimate way that most girls could with their dads, so I approached him and hid the truth. The next day I felt more scared than I have ever been, I cried for the whole day, I knew that it was wrong but my attraction towards him kept growing. When he messaged me asking to meet I was ready to tell him the truth but he beat me to it, I fekt happy and scared that I could finally be with him. And now ever since we began this relationship I realized that I was missing something but had finally found it next to him, and now there's nothing that I want more than to make him happy for the rest of his life.
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The Personal Trainer Part 1 [M/F] [M28] [F26] [Slow Start]
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Owning your own company has a multitude of benefits, the main ones are if it’s highly successful like mine you can buy whatever you want, such as houses, cars and other luxury items, another is women seem to fall at your feet when they see the money and power that you have. After my business became successful I hired a personal trainer, he was really good, we had a laugh, he helped me get fit and to a point where I actually liked my body. Unfortunately my personal trainer decided to change careers and the company where he worked sent a replacement for me, she was incredibly hot, blonde, DDs and a gym arse (you know what I mean). I saw her and was gobsmacked, it was hard to concentrate at times because she would always wear a sports bra and tight fitted gym shirts, another killer thing about her was that she was funny. We would laugh constantly. I was actually thinking of cancelling my personal trainer but when I saw her I knew I would be stupid to do that.
Fast forward 6 months and we are quite good friends. There is always sexual tension between us, she knows about my life and she has said in multiple occasions she thinks I’m hot, I would just reply “well you are way out of my league”, she would make a flirty comment back, either telling me she thinks I’m out of her league or she would wink at me and then shout at me because I was taking to long between sets. We were in a routine where I would pick her up then go to the gym, then get lunch on the way back to hers, I would drop her off and go about the rest of my day. Well this one particular day she text me asking if she could pick me up, I sent her the address and waited for her, she got to my house and I let her through the gate. She came in and I showed her around, she was wearing normal clothes which I thought was weird, she eventually said that she was out before and had her gym stuff with her and asked if she could get changed here.
So after giving her the tour she went to the bathroom to get changed, I waited in the couch and I kept hearing a clacking noise, I was thinking about what it could be but before I could go an investigate, she came walking down the hallway in black heels (that’s what the noise was), black lingerie with black stockings. My jaw dropped.
“I’ve had enough of using a dildo and fantasising that it’s your cock, so I thought I would just have the real thing” the way she said it and the way she looked had me rock hard in seconds. She came over and sat on my lap, she could feel my cock straining to get out through my shorts. She let out a Moab of approval and then started kissing me, it was one of those kisses where the tension has built up for so long that you both just explode into a passionate mess. We kissed for what felt like an eternity then she dropped to her knees and pulled my shorts down, she gave me a sly grin as my dick popped out, “challenge accepted” she whispered. She then sucked it hard, I grabbed her hair and pulled it, making her moan. I love a sloppy blowjob, she went above and beyond that, spitting and gagging on it, after about 10 minutes of the best blowjob I had ever had I was close to cumming, I told her but she didn’t stop if anything she went faster and harder, I came hard, ropes of cum shot out and hit her face, two on the forehead, one on her cheek and before another came out she started sucking again, swallowing the rest of my cum.
“Fuck me” she said, I didn’t even get a break, luckily it was difficult to not be hard at this point and still with my slobbery cummy cock I bent her over the couch and ripped her panties, I spanked that perfect arse of hers and then shoved my dick in her glistening wet pussy. “Oh fuck! Oh my god that feels so fucking good, I’ve been dreaming of this” she moaned. I grabbed her hips pulling her back as I thrust forward, making sure she got everything she deserved for being this perfect specimen of a woman. Her pussy tightened up as she screamed that she was going to cum. I didn’t stop and carried on fucking her perfect pussy. She then squirted, covering my cock and the floor with her juices. I was getting close again, somehow she knew, “I’m on birth control, fill me up! I want to go to the gym full of your cum.” I didn’t even have a second to come back with a clever answer about missing the gym today because we had done all the cardio needed. I emptied my balls inside of her, she took control as I wasn’t able to move as I filled her pussy with my seed. We collapsed into the sofa, she scooped some of the cum from herself and licked her fingers clean.
I was knackered, I was feeling the gym at all, “I’ll give you this if you come with me” she said as she spread her cheeks showing me her arsehole and pussy.
That’s a story for another time, let me know if you want part 2 or have any other ideas.
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Kendra Will Do Anything For Her Wealthy Patron p2 (M45/F22) (public) (lingerie) (changing room) (escort) (interracial) (big tits)
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Passing her first test, Kendra and her patron readied to go out. After some cleanup, Kendra slid back into her tight black dress. When she left the bathroom, touched up, she could see him hungrily watching her. His look got her wet, thinking of how she would be used and earn her stay.
After an expensive sushi lunch, they went shopping. Her first patrons might have taken her to the mall, but this man only visited high end stores, furthering encouraging Kendra to play her role.
While he got fitted for a tux for some upcoming fundraiser, she imitated the dedicated trophy wife, helping him try on his tux and whispering dirty thoughts as he admired himself in the mirror. A true professional, the tailor pretended not to notice his raging erection as Kendra teased her big boobs from the corner.
She grew more excited seeing his confidence and recklessness grow. As she helped him change, he started groping her tits, eventually pinning her against the wall to kiss and finger her. Kendra tried to muffle her moans as she came on his fingers. She reached for his cock, but he grabbed her. “Not here.” She smirked. Clearly he wanted to feel in charge and she’d let him, pouting as she was led to another store.
The next store, she modeled a number of dresses growing sexier and more revealing. Finally alone in the changing room, he pulled his cock out for Kendra to suck. On her knees, Kendra crawled over, her tits spilling out of her dress, to suck his cock. After lubing his cock with slobber, she swallow it with her juicy tits and bounce until they heard footsteps approaching. She’d barely squeezed her tits away and pretended to find her earring on the ground in time for the employee to return.
Finally in the luxury lingerie store, the dam finally burst. She’d finally fully strapped into something lacy and sexy, the tights above her knees with straps around her waist and framing her a tiny string thong. After seeing her, the man followed her back to the dressing room and bolted the door. Lifting her against the door and freeing his cock, he thrust into her dripping slit. Kendra yelped in pleasure before covering her mouth, as he thrust deep into her. She had been simmering since the Tux store, and finally getting stuffed by his raging cock melted her immediately.
The man put her down, spun her around, and pulled down the tiny thong. She looked back as he pushed into her from behind. Her tits pressed against the cool mirror, but her head swiveled to meet his eyes. His hand hooked her mouth as she sucked seductively. Her eyes rolled as he pounded against her tight ass and made her cum again. His offer hand snaked between her legs, finding and rubbing her clit till her legs grew weak. She loved her job, but not every patron made her cum like this.
They tried to keep their moans and grunts quiet, but their bodies slapping together was audible outside the changing room. The man didn’t care as he pounded and pleasured Kendra, and her mind went blank erasing too much tact. Breathlessly, Kendra moaned, “cum inside me, daddy!” He sped up his thrusts until he unloaded deep inside Kendra’s wet slit with a cathartic sigh and whispered, “fuck.”
As he pulled his pants back up, he said, “we’re buying this whole set. I’ll meet you by the register with whatever you want.” Kendra leaned on the wall, recovering from the mind-numbing pleasure and admired her new sets of sexy lingerie.
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[F/d] My dad spanked me and it was VERY hot! - Update 4
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I've got another update for y'all, and let's just say things have been VERY good at home. I found a paddle that I like online, and my dad ordered it for me. I don't know when it will arrive but I excited. It looks very painful, so I can't wait to feel it.
The day after my last update, I had gotten another spanking from my dad. He had asked me if I wanted a spanking. I said "You're the dad. That's your decision."
He got the message and corrected himself. Instead of asking this time, he TOLD me that I'm getting a spanking. Much better. If I truly don't want it, I will say so. But otherwise, my butt is his to spank whenever he wants.
He took me up on that again today, and it was so hot. He told me that I've been a bad girl lately and he's going to punish me by giving me a spanking. He then told me to take off ALL of my clothes. Previously, he had just pulled down my shorts and panties, but he made it clear that he wanted me completely naked this time.
I was happy to comply. I felt kind of embarrassed about stripping naked in front of my dad, but it was also really exciting. Once I was naked, he had me get on all fours on top of the coffee table in the living room.
He then had me lower my chest until it was touching the table surface. This made my butt stick up. He sat down on the couch directly behind me, which gave him a very intimate view of me. He told me to spread my legs and arch my back so my butt is sticking out more.
This was honestly quite embarrassing but also very exciting. Since he was sitting behind me, all my private areas were basically eye level for him.
He spanked me for a bit with his hands. The way he was alternating slaps was like playing bongo drums. He soon began to do more with his hands than spank though.
He would frequently pause to rub my butt. That rubbing more and more involved having his fingers entering my crack or rubbing my upper inner thighs.
He asked me if I liked being played with and of course I said yes. He teased me a bit by stroking my anus and labia with his fingers, and then suddenly he had his finger all the way inserted into my vagina. He teased me some more by moving his finger in and out.
He also felt the skin just above my vagina. He said he likes that I keep it shaved so smooth and said he expects me to continue to keep everything smooth.
By this point, I was super horny and was ready to let him do whatever he wanted to me. He said that I'm a little pain slut and he knows what I need. He stood up and got his belt and used that to spank me with. I was pleased that he did it quite hard this time.
After a really intense belt spanking, he sat back down and began teasing me with his fingers again. I begged him to make me cum. He said no and removed his hands. He said if I wanted to cum so badly, I should touch myself while he watched. No problem. I rolled over on my back and began fingering myself while he watched me. That was such an amazing orgasm.
I kind of want to be tied up and blindfolded too next time. I want to be his little BDSM slave. We've already established that sex is off the table, but does anyone have any suggestions for things to try?
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[F] I wrote a 2-page expert blowjob guide and sent it to 4 of my friends [F] to help their oral abilities
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In every female friendship group, there’s at least one girl who openly loves sucking cock and is damn good at it. She has the cumshots to prove it, the short head-giving times on her resume and she’s keen to share her wisdom.
That’s me. Giving high effort oral is one of the keys to a passionately erotic relationship.
Well, although some girls give head very occasionally, or not at all, I tend to give it quite a few times per week.
My girls and I went for drinks, and naturally, sex comes up. One of them says her new boyfriend hinted his ex gave tonnes of blowjobs. She claims she’s inexperienced with them.
The next day, I wrote a 2-page guide on how to give the head they’ll remember and crave dearly.
I wrote about how visuals are everything. It’s hiding your tits for the first few minutes. It’s about placing a mirror behind you as you prop your ass on, sat on your heels, while he’s on the couch experiencing the deep throat treatment. Go a step further and strum away at your clit with your spare hand. They’ll go wild.
Another important aspect is to get comfortable with cock in your mouth. Either source dick to practise on or suck your dildo. Test that gag reflex and get your breathing down if you want to reach the base of his cock.
A key part is preparing for the cumshot. Embrace it and don’t flinch. Tell him how you want it. Plead for it plastered over your face or perhaps painting the insides of your willing mouth.
I attached it as a document. I literally wrote it up on Word. If there’s one gift you can provide others with, it’s knowledge. Stand out from the rest and he’ll remember you forever. They each took away several things from it. I hope their men have the time of their life.
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19F Her dad started it
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I was 18 when we got a new girl in class. she (18F) was from the rich part of the city. We became best friends and I was quickly invited to their house. They had a pool and soon I would be there at least once a week enjoying the pool with her and her family. We always went to her room to change into our bikinis. Our bodies were nicely developed and when he was around, her dad would always compliment us with our bikinis and nice bodies. To her it was a bit weird, but I always enjoyed the compliments.
A few months later her dad changed jobs and was home more often during the day time. At the same time my friend got more into sports and would be gone for a match during the day or in the weekend. I can remember we were in their kitchen having a snack and a drink, when I said I missed swimming, as her and I did see each other less time. Her dad's hand moved on my leg as he said I was welcome to swim even if my friend wasn't around. I was happy to hear that, so I did.
Once or twice a week I went there, swimming, with just the dad around, he would invite me into the kitchen for snack and drink. While we talked, his hand would slide over my legs, which became his hands on my back, my ass and then between my legs, on the wet spot of my bikini bottom. Things changed, I wanted to be around him, feeling his hand play with my privates.
The time he removed the fabric, the moment he pushed his finger inside me, when he set me on the kitchen table and kissed me down there. The time we both went swimming, his hands all over my body, our first time nude swimming, when I saw his dick for the first time. The first time I jerked him, seeing his juice shoot out, our first french kiss, our first 69, my first deep throat, my first real fuck with a real daddy. God, I loved him, I started hating his wife for being married to him. Things got messed up when his wife and my friend got home, the match had been canceled, and he was fucking me in my friend's bed.
I still miss them both.
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Forever Hung (Part 13) [sci-fi] [slow burn] [all characters over 21] [MF]
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No one regretted that night—indeed, we were all in a fantastic mood the next day—but there seemed to be a tacit agreement between the four of us to never acknowledge it. We made our usual small talk at breakfast, and even if I wondered for a moment what Maddie had done for Harry, what Harry had done for her, I pushed the thought aside. It was to remain one fleeting night, an innocent game which need not have any bearing on the rest of our lives.
I glanced at Madison across the table as she ate her toast, but she had eyes only for Harry, laughing as he talked about the early days of his research, stealing car batteries to power his home lab.
Maddie and I spent the day taking photos along the marsh. We found a spot along the water, the light softened by the shade of the cypress trees, and I asked her to wade into the reeds a bit. I took photo after photo. Her white dress, the water rippling around her legs, the trees behind rising from the flooded lowlands. She said it was her turn. She grabbed for the camera and took photos of me standing on the shore. She asked me to carry her piggyback because she didn’t like the feel of mud on her feet, and as I carried her out of the water, I tickled behind her knees and we both nearly fell over. We laid for a long stretch on the sand and she asked about my studies, my family, about all my previous loves.
This was life for a few days—the four of us enjoying quiet company.
Late one night, as Maddie slept next to me, I heard my bedroom door open. It was closed again before I could make anything out with the hallway light, but after a few seconds I felt Madison slip beneath my sheets.
“Can I talk to you for a second?” she whispered.
I turned onto my side to face her.
“Now?”
“Are you busy?”
I yawned and shut my eyes. “Not at all.”
“You’re not exactly my first choice to talk to about this, but it’s just us in the house and I’ve known you the longest and I could call someone but they wouldn’t understand the situation as well—”
I let out another large yawn.
“I think I’m in love with the professor,” Madison said.
I cracked my eyes open.
“Love? Love love?”
“I think so.”
“With the professor or just Harry?”
“Both, obviously, but mostly the professor? His mind, his ideas. How surprisingly silly he can be for such an intelligent man.”
“But—it isn’t just the sex?” I whispered. “Harry’s body?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Think or know?”
“Think, I suppose.”
“If Harry’s body was out of the picture, would you still want to be with the professor?”
“I think so because I’ve tried,” she said. “I’ve tried sneaking into his room at night, just like this, and—well, surprising him. But he turns me down.”
“Turns you down?”
“Well, he comes in with Harry and whisks me to another part of the house.”
“I see.”
“But that’s him, not me. I’m very much attracted to his original body.”
As my eyes adjusted to the dark I could see her holding the sheet up to her neck, but in the gap between us I could also tell that she was topless.
“So maybe you love him,” I whispered.
“But that’s not good.”
“No?”
“No, I don’t think so,” she said. “He’s world-renowned, he’s brilliant. And sure I think he likes spending time with me—”
“I can usually hear how much he likes spending time with you.”
“That’s what I mean,” she said, slapping my chest, then, worried it had been too loud, she glanced past me to make sure Maddie was still asleep.
“How do I know,” she began. “How do I know I’m not just his little 24-year-old plaything?” She pressed her hand against my chest, then began to slide it down across my abs. “His slut nymphet?”
“It’s seemed clear to me the last few weeks that he has feelings for you.” I swallowed as she cupped her hand across my soft groin.
“Yeah?” she said.
“Love is a big word, I couldn’t say yes or no about love.” She rubbed gently as I began to grow in her hand. “But he clearly cares for you.”
“How so?”
“He took care of you when you were sick,” I whispered. She stretched her forefinger along the length of my cock, stroking me with her palm.
“I suppose,” she said, unconvinced.
“He laughs with you. He talks with you like a friend.”
I heard her shift a bit and then felt her second hand around my shaft.
“He felt guilty when you were upset about me going through your underwear draw—”
“We don’t talk about that,” she said, and she stopped stroking me as a reprimand.
“No, we don’t talk about that,” I agreed, and she resumed, hand over hand.
“Should I tell him?” She asked
“Tell him?”
“That I love him?” She scooted closer, the tip of my cock brushing against her panties.
“You’re sure?”
“I’m pretty sure.”
I was having difficulty concentrating. “If you’re sure then I guess you should tell him,” I said, the words spilling out without much thought behind them.
Madison held both hands in place, pumping me back and forth.
“I’m wearing the ones you like so much,” she said, glancing down beneath the sheets. “With the cherries.”
I looked at her, trying to steady my breathing.
“Do you want me to go faster?” she whispered. I nodded.
She held my balls in one hand and with the other began stroking me vigorously. She looked me in the eyes, watching me react. I glanced down beneath the sheets. Her breasts shook against her arm.
“Shhh,” she whispered. I kept from moaning, but I was worried Maddie would wake from the shaking mattress.
And very suddenly it was over. I struggled to keep still as my body began to twitch, I felt a sensation of release, a visceral secret held deep, and then, secret no more, I came. I came across Madison’s panties, the front of her thighs.
She glanced over my shoulder to make sure Maddie was still asleep, using her thumb and forefinger to squeeze out every drop.
“I’ll tell him, then,” she whispered.
“I think you should,” I nodded.
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[m/s] What happened the night my eldest son began to date me
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[m/s] What happened the night my eldest son began to date me
Hello! You all loved my last post about this, so I’ll continue it! Here you guys go:
He began kissing me, pressing his soft lips against mine, then I decided to push my tongue into his mouth, while he began touching me.
I moaned, his hands rubbed against me, squeezing my tits. “Mom, can you get your tits out.. please?” He asked, almost nervously. “Of course, babe” I said teasingly, taking my shirt off, then my bra, letting him sniff it.
His face soon landed between my tits, licking at them, he began sucking on my nipple, so I pulled his cock out and.. wow, it was bigger than expected “Oh my god.. How big are you?” I asked, “7 and a bit inches..” “Fuck..”
Now I knew I had to become his bitch, so, I knelt down in front of him. “Use my throat, please!” I said, before he pushes my head down his cock, I moan, fondling his balls as I deep throat his cock
He began moaning more than he was when we began, before yelling “Mommy I’m cumming!” I found it adorable how he called me mommy, but the best part about it was he pushed my head all the way down to his base as he gave me his load.
Then, I swallowed it all down, opening wide, saying “Ahh” we both giggled, the cuddled on the couch, then we went to bed together.
This post was reposted as the last was taken down, I have removed the part that I think was causing the issue.
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[S/S] Update - My sister is thoroughly corrupted
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I've been asked a few times to update my story but honestly, there is something that feels a bit mundane about our relationship now that doesn't make it "story worthy". But that is also because being in the thick of it, I struggle to segment out a unique vignette. Additionally, my sister is now active on Reddit and at times I don't feel like it is my place to share details about us without her clear permission. She has given me leeway to share some bits in the abstract.
As a reminder, I'm now 26, she is 24. Her boyfriend is 24. I seduced my sister when we were both living at home during COVID. We have had a consensual relationship since.
I think I've found the right moment to demonstrate how our relationship has progressed.
The other day I was working from home. A half-day so I had all the busy work in the morning and the afternoon off which are days I usually turn to lots of porn and masturbation. I was watching some gangbang type videos when my sister came home from work.
She came up behind me and made rude remarks about what I was watching. She always acts like she is above all of it. She watched with me for a few minutes and then started playing with my tits. She then moved down between my legs and started licking my pussy as I watched my porn.
I didn't come and she slid up the length of my body and kissed me.
"You are so dirty," she tells me as she wiggles out of her clothes. She needs to believe I'm the one forcing her into this debauchery. And I was at the start. But she is the driving force now. She is the one literally begging for me to have sex with her.
The twist is I live with her and her boyfriend now. Which means sex is really whenever either one of us wants it. She craves being submissive and being able to have an excuse. She wants to continue to wear the cloak of a "good Christian" while begging her sister to suck cum from her cunt.
We aren't in a throuple... I still date. I still engage in other activities which she won't participate (but she and her bf have watched.)
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[M/s] LMATBM – The Externals II (Anal, Ass-Licking)
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[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/incest/comments/ozs5n7/ms_lesbian_mothers_are_the_best_mothers_part_1/) – [Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/incest/comments/p1n90f/ms_lesbian_mothers_are_the_best_mothers_part_2/) – [Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/incest/comments/qg6tep/ms_lesbian_mothers_are_the_best_mothers_part_3/) – [Part 4](https://www.reddit.com/r/incest/comments/10oxdfj/ms_lesbian_mothers_are_the_best_mothers_part_4/)
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She was almost naked, I was only wearing only one of my Calvin Klein boxers, but my dick was so hard. She was dry-riding my dick as if I was naked. I felt how my boxers were half inside of her, because she was so wet. She got onto her knees and pulled out my hard, wet cock out and the boxers from my legs. Her hand stroked my cock with a tight grip I couldn’t imagine back from my mothers. “Put your legs up”, she told me, and I put my feet on the edge of the bed, where I also sat. Her face moved onto my balls, and she began sucking my balls.
I couldn’t breath for a short time. My dream girl is sucking my balls. I just threw my head back with my eyes closed, enjoying the things, that are currently happening to me.
I felt Kira’s hands, as they were reaching my balls. She took my balls in her hand, and raised them above. Her tongue wandered from my balls onto my asshole, while stroking her hand that was left. “OH, MY, FUCKING, GOOD!”, I whispered to myself. I just heard a light giggle from Kira. Not only did she suck my balls, no. She also licks my asshole. BEST. DAY. EVER!
After some time, she went back up with her tongue, and she blowed me off. I came in her mouth, and she swallowed everything. “That was nice, we should do it more often”, she told me. “Oh, yeah, I got nothing against it.”, I responded.
It was already around 11pm, and we got into bed with nothing on but what Kira wore when she came out of the bedroom. Of course, she put down the straps and only left her string on (with an oversized shirt from my wardrobe). I slept relatively fast, because I was just exhausted from the experiences of the night. Something like in the middle of the night, I was woken up by a feeling at my cock. I must have dreamt about something sexual, since I have a hard boner. And Kira was seemingly also awake, my boner was between her thigh-gap, and she was stroking my cock like this.
I put my hands around her waist, and reached for her pussy to fiddle with her clit. Her breath got heavier, so I wasn’t very wrong with where my hand was. But after some seconds, she moved away from me, and it sounded like she spit on her hand and “lubed” all the way between her legs from the back, before moving back onto me again.
She put her hand between her legs from the front and guided my cock into her. It felt super tight, I couldn’t imagine that she was that tight. When I wanted to reach her clit again, I knew, why she was that tight. She guided my cock into her asshole, and not into her pussy. That’s why. She is such a bad bitch… She moved away from me again, and told me to buckle up. She now lays on her stomach and wants me to enter from top into her ass. WOW, I am telling this very often to you guys, but I never could have imagined that I would fuck Kira in the ass for the first time we even have real sex. Before entering her backdoor, I made some space by removing the blankets from our bed, and grabbing my face between her ass cheeks. I tried to save as much spit as possible and inserted my tongue in her ass before using my hands to spread her legs to the sides as much as possible, to also reach her pussy and lick it.
After proper preparation, as Kira wanted, I buckled up, and pressed my cock against her tight asshole, the asshole opened up and my cock slid in, which resulted on a deep breath of Kira. “You alright?” – “Sure, pleeeease continue, I am just enjoying!”. It took some strokes to get into the whole thing, since spit isn’t the best way to lube an asshole, but I don’t have lube in my room, so… However, I am riding Kira from above and after around 3-4 minutes, I needed to stop, because I was short before coming.
“Come in me, please!”, Kira screamed silently, because she didn’t want to wake up my mothers. I did all the best to not come directly and rammed my cock into her ass as hard as I could, but came after 5 more strokes. I left a complete mess. The cum was dripping out of Kira’s asshole. I took 2 fingers and played with the cum in her ass. My fingers shoved the cum back into her ass, where after she pushed the cum back out. The cum dripped over her pussy onto my bed. It was such a heavenly sight. You can’t imagine.
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[Cm/Cf] My cousin(26f) has become my(23m) sex teacher
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After my cousin and I had sex for the first time, I knew there was going to be a lot of tension, but I didn’t know how much or for how long. I was just really hoping I didn’t just ruin one of my closest relationships. It was one of the best things I’ve ever done and I really enjoyed it, but I didn’t know how she was feeling.
After we had sex, she went upstairs to take a shower and I stayed in the basement to finish my school work for the day. Later on while we were making dinner she seemed to be avoiding me. Like not talking to me as much, or just a little bit further away than usual. The rest of the night was just felt a bit awkward.
The next day started out as normal. My aunt and cousin both went to work while I was asleep, and I would have the house to myself for most of the day. I did my routine of making coffee and breakfast then going to the basement office to do some schoolwork and play some video games. It was around 3pm when I decided to go take a shower. I hadn’t showered yesterday after the “event” so, I was a bit ripe. I went to my room and took my clothes off. I figured that since my aunt or cousin wouldn’t be home for a bit, I didn’t need to take any clothes with me to the bathroom and I could air dry for at least a couple minutes.
I got in the bathroom, turned in the shower speaker, started up some music, and got in to start showering. As I started to rinse my hair I thought I felt the garage door open(the door that leads from the house to the garage is right under the bathroom, and it is a decently heavy door) and close, but I didn’t think much of it and continued with my shower. I got done and got out. As I was drying off, I started to think about my cousin again and started to get hard. I finished drying off, and went to my room. I thought I was still the only one in the house, so I didn’t take my towel with me and was nude. I opened my bedroom door, and there she was, my cousin was sitting on the edge of my bed.
She is wearing the Eldan Ring Melania shirt I got her, jeans, and some fuzzy socks. Her dirty blonde hair is is a big bun. She doesn’t normally wear makeup, but today she was, she must’ve been planning this. “Well what do we have here? You’re naked and it looks like half chub, I bet you are thinking about yesterday?” I nod and she starts to giggle, “Well, we have some time, how about I teach you some more?” I nod again, walk into my room and shut the door. She stands up and tells me to sit down.
“Mood is everything, if your girl isn’t feeling the right mood then you won’t have a good time, and sex is all about having a good time. You’re going to start by lifting up my shirt and kiss my stomach. While giving me kisses you are going to undo my belt and start to take off my pants, but don’t take down my panties.” I start to left her shirt and kiss her stomach while my hands are going up and down her back all while she is running her hands through my hair. I start to slowly undo her belt and pull her jeans down. Her panties come down a little bit while I tug on her jeans bit by bit and show the top of her bush. I run a couple fingers through her bush and she lets out a small moan. I pull her jeans down all the way. She takes a step back to step out of her jeans. I take a moment to study her body. Her torso and hips have those great hourglass curves. Her thighs and legs are the definition of “thicc thighs save lives”.
“Alright, now I’m going to sit on your lap and I want you to kiss on my neck and cheeks. After a little bit take off my shirt and undo my bra.” She sits on my lap, and my dick comes forward and is resting on her bush. I can feel it through her panties. I put my hands under her shirt on her back and start to kiss her neck. I’m kissing her neck and cheeks and moving my hands up and down her back for a couple minutes before I move to take off her shirt. She leans back a bit and I study her breasts and bra. Black material with a triangle pattern, and a small piece going over the top of her boobs. “Well now that you’ve seen them, you have to show them the same appreciation you’ve shown the rest of my body.” I dive face first to start making love to her boobs.As I’m kissing the top of her boobs I reach behind and undo the clasp, a short snap follows and my cousin lets out a gasp. She leans back again and gives me a light slap. “You can’t just undo the hooks. You have to bring the two parts together so they don’t snap.” I make a note for next time.
She takes off her bra and I am immediately entranced by her large breasts, “what size are you?” I murmur. “I think I am a 38DD, but does it really matter? You love my boobs, I catch you looking at them all the time.” She says while chuckling. “You’re right” I say as I plunge my face in between her boobs. I move my hands from her back down to her butt. I start to squeeze and massage her butt cheeks. “You boys, once you see boobs you just go full animal, you threw all your work right out the window and killed my mood. I think we are done for today,” She says. She gets off my lap, collects her clothes, and heads to the door. She turns around “We might try again tomorrow. You just have to not get a head of your self.” I let out a deep sigh as I slam my back on my bed. “Fuck me” I yell, “Nope!” I hear my cousin chuckle from outside my door. I start to chuckle a bit too.
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[F22] My experience having sex with a larger man was wonderful
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This guy I met who clearly was interested in me who's definitely a really huge man well over 300lbs which is a lot bigger than me. He wasn't really physically "my type" or at least I thought so but he's clearly gorgeous just large. He had invited me out, and since he is so wonderful, I had already decided that we would at the very least enjoy ourselves. We went to dinner which was pleasant and as I chatted more with him I realized how judgemental I was. He received a fairly small dinner instead of the burger and drink I had anticipated. When I questioned him about whether or not he was genuinely hungry, he replied that he was attempting to lose weight but that the medicine he had to take made it extremely difficult since it affected his metabolism and energy levels. He went on discussing it in considerable depth. He has a regular mild training program of what he can handle and a restricted diet. He has shed over 40lbs this year so far. In that moment, I was genuinely very proud of him, and after dinner, he asked if I wanted to come back to his house for a Netflix movie and perhaps a drink. Because our conversation was so enjoyable, I concurred. We went to his luxurious apartment where we watched the newest IT movie and had a few drinks. He was so warm and fuzzy like a gigantic teddy bear when I impulsively clutched him during one of the terrifying passages. I can still see him, and without even thinking, I gave him a kiss. We kept making out and ultimately we had sex and it was honestly the finest sex I think I've ever had. I relished every moment with him because he was so kind and gentle. The following morning, when I saw his morning wood, we had sex again and made arrangements to do this again. I woke up in his arms. I honestly genuinely adore this guy and fuck what society thinks about him weighing literally over twice as much as me. He's incredibly sweet, thoughtful, wonderful to cuddle with, and probably the best lover I've ever had.
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She wanted to write her name in the snow [MF]
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We had gone hiking after a fresh snow. There were several trails out in the forest preserve we were exploring, some are pretty deserted in the winter, particularly the side trails, and there are a lot of hills, so it makes for challenging hiking once it starts snowing. We didn't have snowshoes, but due to the fresh snow, we figured it wouldn't be too icy. And it wasn't too cold, that sweet spot just cold enough to snow but not enough to be frigid. And fortunately, sunny and no wind. Beautiful day.
So we're hiking and every once in a while stop to make out and play a little grab ass. The weather meant she was was wearing tights and yoga pants over them, and several layers of thin but warm sweaters, I was wearing jeans and similar layering on top. Thanks to modern day technology, we were both plenty warm without any of the bulky gear from years ago. And both in hiking boots, it's warm enough to be a little slushy and messy, gym shoes definitely wouldn't have worked.
So as we were making out vertically, there wasn't much air left between our bodies, I could feel her chest press against me, she could feel the ridge in my jeans press against her, and we would pull each other closer as our mouths explored each other.
We do this several times, and each time we pulled each other even closer than the time before. Maybe a little bit of grinding against each other, even.
In parts of the trail where it's narrow, I would let her go first, and particularly when we go up hills, so I got to watch her ass wiggle in those snug yoga pants in front of me. That did nothing to relieve the pressure I felt under my zipper.
We had been for a while, it's still a good half hour or hour back to the parking lot and restrooms, and I'm needing to stop for a moment. A little embarrassed, we'd not encountered that situation out in the wild before, not together, but I explain I have to pee, if she'd give me a moment. I make a motion to walk off the trail a bit, but she mischievously asked if I needed any help.
"With???" I asked, not quite understanding immediately.
"Oh, you know, unzipping, holding him, writing your name in the snow..." She giggled.
I was taken aback for a second, but then caught on, and suggested, "Or your name?"
"Sure!" she responded. "I've always wanted to try that!"
"Well, ok...." I feigned reluctance.
I stepped to the side of the trail, to where there was a patch of unbroken snow, and she moved next to me, putting her one arm around my waist, and then reached for my zipper with her other hand. Fumbled a bit, but with my help unzipped me all the way. I unbuttoned the waistband so she could spread the fly apart. Rubbing her hand against the ridge in my boxers, "He feels so good!" as she squeezed me. "Are you sure you're not too hard to go?"
She tugged my boxers down, hooking the waistband under my balls. "Don't want them to snap back up!" Then she pointed my cock out towards the unbroken snow. By now I was completely stiff, and said, "Yeah, maybe I'm too hard, we might need to give me a minute to settle down."
She reached up and kissed me, with my cock still in her hand, and I felt her slowly move her hand up and down. "Or maybe we'll have to take care of your hardness first!"
She started stroking firmly, pointing it up and out into the crisp air. After a little bit, she looked around, making sure we weren't going to be surprised. Not a sound anywhere.
She started stroking faster and faster, I felt my balls jiggle with her motions. The cool air felt invigorating and erotic. I started to groan, and without warning me, she bent over and starting to kiss and lick the head, then swallowing me completely.
I could feel her tongue wrap around my knob, her lips pressing against my shaft.
That sent me over the edge, and I planted my feet really firmly, locking my legs, and holding her close to me. "I'm going to come!" I stage whispered, aware of how sound travels in the woods. I heard her coo, and squeeze my balls as I started to explode. She turned her head so that I could see her move her head back and forth, my cock disappearing and appearing. Out of sight, I felt her tugging my balls, trying to drain them. I brushed her hair back behind her ear so that it didn't fall in her face and block my view. lol
She kept sucking, pulling every drop out of me. I stood there, legs planted, muscles locked.
Finally I was done, and as she pulled off, I felt myself begin to shake. She looked up at me with her sparkling eyes. "Want to see?" she murmured, and then opened her mouth to show me that she hadn't swallowed yet. I broke out into a big smile, and pulled her head up to mine, so we could kiss and share. That took her by surprise, but she willingly fooled around with me, our tongues burying into each other.
I could feel her take my cock in your hand again, squeezing and tugging it as we devoured each other. I felt almost lightheaded. We swapped spit and cum back and forth for a minute, until some of it was gone, and then we both simultaneously swallowed what was left in each of our mouths.
"Oh my god, that was naughty!!!!" I said to her, shocked. Her eyes sparkled more, "it was!" she agreed. "Do you still have to pee?" as she held my cock.
"More than ever!" I laughed.
I was still mostly hard, but not too hard anymore. "Then have at it. Do you have enough to write my whole name?" She giggled. "Hope I remember how to write in cursive!" I relaxed and after a moment felt the stream begin.
"Oooooo, there it goes!!!" she squealed, momentarily taking her by surprise. She spelled her name out loud as she aimed and drew each letter. I tried to time my release to match her motions, and we finished just about at the same time.
The design in the snow didn't really look much like a written word, but we didn't care. "Don't forget to shake!" I reminded her. She shook my cock a couple of times, then a third for good measure. "Is that enough?" "Once or twice more would be good," I suggested. As she kept shaking, I felt myself perk up a bit.
"As you sure you want me to stop shaking?" she laughed. "Do you think you've got enough for a second round?" "Maybe not so soon..." I admitted. She shook me one more time, then pulled my boxers up, zipped me up, and we were on our way.
As I watched her ass ahead of me, I thought to myself about whether or not I could get worked up again before we got to the car...
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[M/S] [A/ne] I am very attracted to my sons. Update 340. Frustrated toward my nephew.
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My fingers felt warm as I took a long and final drag from my cigarette. A ball of snowy white smoke hovered before my face until I pursed my lips slightly, and watched it vanish into my nicotine hungry body. In the driveway of my younger sister's home, I prepared to go inside and exhaled long and forceful streams of smoke deliberately from my nose.
Inside the house was my sister's son, Tommy. He is my nephew. He is occasionally my lover, and he is always the willing and enthusiastic participant and prey of my wanton and raptorial game of incestuous sexual sadism.
She was home and I knew it. My sister was unknowingly preventing me from having what I want. I am aching to make Tommy bend over as I stretch his innocent ass with my big, plastic dick. The very thought of his doleful whimpering as I vanquish him is setting my loins afire. All I can think of is his breathing speeding up as his eyes widening and I penetrate his tight and nervous body.
My mind wanders further into the dark recesses of my amorous yearnings to make him submit to me fully. I pine to fill his virgin ass with my fake cock and pump his chaste lungs full of my smoke until they feel like they might burst. Tommy's cock would be hard, and his body would be possessed by his dysfunctional Auntie. He never asks for mercy; he accepts his fate like a good and obedient boy. I would even be so bold as to say he loves every second that I erotically torture him.
In the end, I walked into the house and visited with my sister rather pleasantly. Tommy and I briefly made small talk and I hugged them both before leaving. Fortunately, my two boys were at home, always ready and willing to fulfill their mother's needs.
**My nephew is 19 and my sons are 22 and 27. I am not some cam whore you are paying to talk with you. I expect you to be a gentleman if we are communicating.**
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Breaking the tension [MF]
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This happened a few years ago, when I was 22. A friend from college (F23) just moved to a different flat with some colleagues.
It was early in the academic year and she was the first to arrive. Her roommates weren’t going to be there till the next week, so she asked me for some help unpacking and to hang out for a bit. I was stoked cause even though I just broke up with my previous partner, there was always some tension between both of us.
So I went over there. She received me in a blue summer dress and sneakers. I could see her olive skin shine due to the sweat from the effort. Her enormous yet firm breasts accentuated the already amazing yet simple dress. Her candid smile, with her plump lips welcomed me to the house and we started to unpack for a bit.
Most of the boxes were still over her bed when she asked for a break. We prepared some snacks and sat on the couch to watch a film. We were just kinda cuddling there when I moved a bit to grab my beer, to which she jokingly said.
- Be careful cause when you get drunk you get a bit horny.
- And so do you- I replied- Also, like that’s a problem to you
Then she blew a raspberry and after a second added: “We ain’t finishing this move are we?”
We then jumped onto each other and started intensely making out. I could feel her broad lips, her hands running through my back and her breast pressing against mine.
I needed more and I grabbed her chest. I noticed her braless breast, engulfing my hand out of sheer size. A faint moan escaped her lips and I plummeted to kiss her neck, to nibble her ear. She continued to moan whilst I noticed her nipples, poking timidly through her dress.
-Please, let me see them- I begged
She then slowly revealed what is one of the most perfect views I’ve seen in my life. Her big and perfect breasts where in front of me. Her nipples, the colour of coffee where puffy and perfectly proportional to the size of the boob.
I then instinctively put one of them on my mouth, licking it and kissing it lovingly. Her moans did not cease and, with her uttermost effort whispered.
- I want you inside me…but I’m not sure today is the day for it.
Of course that discouraged me a bit but i respected her decision. I grabbed her by her waist and put her on my lap, so my crotch got in between her legs. She gasped and I added.
- that’s fine, we can have a lot of fun in many other ways.
We started humping and making out for a while. I could feel her moisture and heat on my bulge. I was about to explode when I heard a wonderful phrase.
- I’ve changed my mind… please get a condom.
My mind went blank. I rushed for protection whilst seeing her perfect body getting naked. Her pubis was clean shaved and drooling, craving for my body.
I rushed for it , I pinned her to the couch and we started what was long awaited. I could feel her insides, tight, moist and warm, devouring my member. Our gazes met for a long long second, lovingly, before making out in passion and love.
Her moans filled the room where we were sharing our intimacy. I could see her perfect pussy thrusting whilst I thrusted.
- I’m about to finish- she screamed
I then ran to between her legs so I could devour her. She then finished in the most beautiful squirt.
She then helped me finish, we cleaned the mess and continued unpacking. We met some more times but that’s another story.
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He Used Me Hard After Discovering What a Slut I Am [MF]
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Last night I went for drinks with a man I've matched with a few times but never made the leap to meet. Sliding into the booth he had chosen, I sized him up. He was handsome, taller than any man I'd met yet, and the scent of his cologne was understated and pleasant. I already liked him. After ordering our first drink, we started going over the basics. Conversation flowed from there, and ten minutes in he suggested a toast over me being even cuter than my pictures. We really shouldn’t have waited so long to get together.
We talked for over an hour, finishing two drinks a piece (concluding at the end they weren't the best) leading him to smoothly suggest he could make a better one at his place. I agreed, knowing exactly what he wanted but going on about how I was excited to see his amateur bartending skills anyway. He paid the tab, helped me into my coat, and a few minutes later we were riding the elevator up to his apartment, me teasing him a bit about only living steps from the cocktail bar we had been at since the traffic downtown was crazy and I struggled to get there.
He had a beautiful place, with lovely views of the city. I tried to pretend I wasn't impressed as I gazed out the window, transfixed by the skyscrapers lit up against the night sky. "So what do you want me to make you? Anything in particular?" He asked, coming to stand beside me. I thought for a minute, then shook my head. "Surprise me. Anything sweet." I grinned at him, wondering if he'd pick up on my unspoken 'like me'.
"Anything hm?" He mused, his eyes going to my lips. He leaned down to kiss me, wrapping his arms around my waist and pressing me against his body. "Mmmm sweet. Ok". With a wink he pulled away, gesturing for me to sit at the island. We made small talk as he poured and measured different liquors and mixers to create what he called a Tokyo Tea, something I'd never heard of. The end result was a slightly cloudy emerald green drink he topped off with slices of lime for effect. Once finished, he took a seat next to me, setting my glass down and pulling my chair flush with his so he could settle between my legs, forcing me to spread them to accommodate him.
"So you mentioned you write stories, but you never told me what kind." He broached, looking at me intently. I lowered my head, busying myself with my drink, which was as delicious as he promised. It was one thing to act like a slut, another completely to tell this near stranger what I actually did. I liked him, and was a bit afraid that if I let on about everything I did he would see me differently. I took another sip, enjoying the flavor, before answering.
"Yeah, mainly science fiction and some erotica. It's really all for fun" I hedged, trying to pretend that it was just something I did as a hobby and not an entire side of me that I reveled in. "Tell me more about the erotica. Where do you get your inspiration?" He asked, his hands now moving to my thighs, running up and down in steady motions, squeezing occasionally.
I hesitated. I could either be honest and hope he didn't judge me, or lie and let him think I was still the bubbly, giggly woman with some dirty fantasies he thought I was. But I hated lying about it. "They're actually all based on experiences I've had. Real life is better than fiction and all that" I said with a slight laugh, trying to play it off. It didn't work however.
The hands on my thighs slowed. "So tell me about one. Maybe a favorite?" He pressed, clearly interested in hearing more. Somehow, I’d already finished half my drink in my nervousness, and combined with what I had already had at the bar, I finally threw caution to the wind. Let him think what he wants. "Maybe the time I gave a blowjob at a movie theater and he came on my face." I looked him in the eyes as I said this, unashamed. Instead of responding right away he got up, walking behind me and placing his hands on my shoulders.
"I love movie theater fun" He whispered in my ear, moving my hair so he could place soft kisses on the back of my neck. "Tell me more." Without hesitation I replied, "I also had sex in a roomful of people at a sex club. There were men stroking themselves and I even let them touch me." Hands circled my waist, grabbing the hem of my sweater and pulling it up until my bra covered breasts came in view. "Look in the mirror" He ordered. There was a full length decorative one directly across from us. I obeyed, making eye contact with him in it as he ran his hands over my stomach, then down my thighs again, circling closer to my pussy. I was only wearing thin leggings and could feel the heat and pressure of his caresses perfectly. With my legs spread open and sweater still bunched around my neck I looked as lewd as I felt at that moment.
"It sounds like you're a dirty girl. Is that right?” The feeling of his hands on my body and lips on my neck left me nearly panting. I don't why I tried to resist what was so natural to me. "Yes, I am. I love being used." I answered, feeling almost relieved as the truth flowed from my lips. It seemed my admission was what he had been waiting for. One of his hands slid up again, squeezing one of my breasts before moving down and into my leggings. I whimpered, feeling his fingers part my pussy lips and begin to make small circles on my clit. I spread my legs even wider, watching in the mirror as he touched me and I shook against him.
My pants turned to moans as I grinded slightly against his fingers, only the solid presence of him behind me keeping me seated on the bar stool. "Let's go to the bedroom. I want to see how dirty you can be. Will you be my good slut tonight? " I nodded at his words. "Say yes. Tell me you'll be my dirty slut," he demanded, his fingers moving faster, slick with my arousal. "Yes, yes I'm yours, I'm your slut" I gasped. "Good." He stopped his torturous circles nearly instantly, sliding his fingers from between my legs. Stepping away, he headed down the hall, disappearing into a darkened doorway. Shaking slightly, I waited for a beat before following him to the bedroom.
Dim red lights greeted me, just bright enough to make out a king size bed, and a tasteful but simple room. I paused a few steps in, unsure what to do. My mind had already switched to being submissive, waiting on orders on how I would be used. I wasn't left waiting long. Pulling me against him he started kissing me, one hand going into my hair to hold my head still and the other going to grip my ass. "I can be rough. Can you take it?"
I broke the kiss, looking into his eyes before replying "Yes Sir." It had slipped out unbidden and I bit my lip, waiting for his reaction. He smiled. "Yes Daddy. You will call me Daddy." He accentuated his words with a smack, making me gasp. "Yes Daddy!" Nodding in approval he stepped back, eyes taking me in again before he ordered, "Take your clothes off and get on the bed." As though in a trance, I stripped until I was bare, flinging each piece of the outfit I had carefully chosen to the floor. I paused, letting him see every inch of my naked form before sitting on the bed, sliding back until I was propped against the pillows.
The sight of me nude and in his bed seemed to remove any reservations he had. His clothes were off in seconds and he joined me, pinning me against the bed and fisting a hand in my hair again. A painful yank made me cry out, a small part of me wondering just how rough he meant. I held still as he moved down, capturing one pierced nipple in his mouth, his tongue swirling quickly over it. The feeling of his teeth pressing down a bit too sharply a moment later forced a choked gasp from me from the sudden pain, and sent a pulse of pleasure between my legs. Switching to the other nipple he gave it the same treatment, the grip he had on my curls making me hesitant to squirm too much under him.
He finally moved on, releasing my hair to trail kisses down my stomach until he arrived between my legs. It seemed like he was trying to drive me crazy, because instead of delving his tongue between my wet folds like I desperately wanted, he instead pressed more kisses to my thighs. I waited, every brush of his face against my wet and sensitive pussy pure torture. Abruptly, he pushed my legs up, my bottom half hovering a bit over the bed. Holding me in that position he began to lick, starting at my ass and running his tongue all the way to my clit before beginning again.
Surprised, I struggled a bit against him at first, the shock of being touched in a place I never liked throwing me off. But he was stronger than me, and after a few more licks I relaxed. I hadn't said ass play was off limits, and it didn't hurt. If this is what pleased him then I would accept it. Gripping the sheets and making small sounds of pleasure, I accepted the foreign feeling, letting my mind wander to what else he would do to me before the night was over. Already he was pushing me out of my comfort zone, but I strangely didn't mind.
Letting my legs go after a few more passes, he finally focused his attention on my clit, being just as rough as he had been with my nipples. I was arching off the bed now, desperately trying to process the pleasure of him sucking on my clit hard, and following with a succession of circles from his tongue. "Wait, please, too much, Daddy ple-" the feeling of him forcing two fingers inside me stole my words, a sound of desperation from the sudden invasion replacing them. Even dripping wet I'm a tight fit. Recalling how his fingers looked wrapped around his glass at the bar earlier, I had no doubt I couldn't take another without screaming at the attempt.
Overstimulated from all the sensations, I barely registered the words he whispered into my pussy "Cum for me like a good girl and Daddy will fuck you. " All I could do was nod and moan at the promise, my hips moving against him of their own accord as though they understood. Cum and he would give me his cock. Be a good girl for him like you promised. Fuck his face and fingers like the slut you are.
He was talented, and after only a few more minutes and his fingers finding the right spot, I was doing exactly what he wanted. The orgasm was sudden, hard, and had me gripping the sheets so tightly I heard my knuckles crack. A strangled cry was all I could manage before sinking into the bed, panting as the waves of bliss slowly ebbed. Pulling his fingers out and bringing them to his mouth he tasted me. "Good girl." I simply nodded, watching him maneuver off the bed, thinking he was going for a condom. Instead, he pointed to the floor, ordering firmly, "Come suck my cock."
Wordlessly, I slid off the bed and to my knees. Steadying myself with my hands on his hips, I studied his cock. A drop of pre-cum was hanging from the tip, as though waiting for me. A quick lick had me sliding my tongue down his length, seeking to draw out more. The taste at the back of my throat was one I already craved. Once he was wet from my attention, I gingerly worked him in my mouth until I couldn’t take anymore and breathe at the same time. His hands went to the back of my head, holding me there for a moment before easing up, letting me draw away a bit before taking him deeper.
His moans were intoxicating, fueling my need to please him as well as I could. I sucked his cock with wanton abandon, making sure to gag on the tip hard before I pulled away, showing him even air didn’t matter more than the feeling of him in my mouth. Saliva began to drip down my face and tears welled in my eyes as I forced him down my throat again and again, reveling in being used. If he decided to just fuck my mouth all night I would have been just as happy, my own wetness forgotten. My world had narrowed to the hardness sliding quickly between my lips.
Fortunately he had not, a quick jerk on my hair suddenly stopping me. Dazed and blinking, I looked up. Our eyes met, a smirk on his face as he studied me, breathing heavily, lips swollen and face covered in saliva from my efforts. A moment of silence passed before he said, “Such a good girl. You want me to use your pussy?” His question snapped me back to reality, to the aching between my legs. “Yes please Daddy!” My answer was instant, excited. Being fucked was of course my favorite thing. “Such a good girl for me. Lay on the edge of the bed, legs spread.”
I scrambled off the carpeted floor, flopping on the bed and getting in position. Finally, I would get what I wanted from the moment I had confessed to him what I truly was. He went to the nightstand, searching for a moment before pulling out a condom, quickly tearing it open and rolling it on. Stepping between my legs, he paused again, looking me over, satisfaction lining his face. I stayed quiet, pretending to be patient but raging inside. I wanted him to stretch me, use me.
Leaning over, he steadied himself with one hand on the bed, using the other to guide his cock inside me. There was no time to adjust to the feeling of him stretching me. Grabbing my legs he began to move, slamming in and out me hard and fast, my tits bouncing with every thrust. I fisted a handful of sheets as an anchor, my free hand going between my legs to rub my clit. He felt so right, so perfect inside me. And I was so damn wet for him.
“That’s right, play with your pussy. You look so fucking good taking my cock.” He breathed, his words stilted from the effort of practically pounding me into the bed. There was no rhythm in the way he was fucking me, just raw need, our moans mixing with the sound of his skin slapping against mine to fill the otherwise quiet room. Closing my eyes to focus on the feeling, I rubbed feverishly, wanting to cum again while being full of him. It always felt better that way.
Just as I felt the first stirrings of an orgasm he slowed, then stopped, pulling out of me. I sat up and looked at him, confused. “Hands and knees. Now.” His tone let me know I better move fast. I quickly turned over, crawling to the middle of the bed. I felt him climb behind me, then push on my back, forcing my face into the sheets until I was at the angle he wanted. “Spread those legs, open that pussy up for me” he ordered. I shifted more, feeling like a toy he was preparing to play with. Apparently satisfied, he gave my upraised ass a quick spank before sliding inside me again in one smooth motion.
A sudden awareness washed over me. The way he used me felt degrading and almost practiced. I somehow knew I was just the next slut who let herself get drawn in to spread her legs for him. The idea turned me on even more. I began to push back against him with each thrust, surrendering to the thought. “Use me Daddy!” I moaned, any semblance of respect for myself lost at the overwhelming pleasure his cock buried in me produced. His rhythm was steadier this time, but even deeper than the other position, filling me to the brim. It felt absolutely heavenly and my former moans devolved into broken strings of pleading words for him to not stop. To never stop.
As though sensing the change, he became more vocal, degrading me with his words now. “Look at you fucking back on me like a whore. You love this cock?” he picked up the pace, forcing me to stop my movements against him to brace myself on the bed to take him. I could barely think now, and didn’t answer, crying out senselessly. He laughed, his next words even harsher. “Forget your words slut? Did I fuck you stupid?” He seemed pleased with that, a soft “Oh fuck” trailing his question. “Your pussy is going to make me cum. Is that what you want?” I nodded, hoping he saw it. “Use your damn words. Tell me you want my cum.” I tried to pull myself together, finally managing, “Yes, please! Cum wherever you want Daddy.” It didn’t matter after all, as long as he was satisfied.
“Good girl! You’ve earned this.” With a loud moan, he slammed as deep as he could inside me, stopping so I could feel him pulse as he came. I tightened around him, trying to milk every drop until he went still. Slowly coming down, my mind replayed the last few minutes, realizing I had loved every word he used. He moved first, pulling out of me and laying down, his arms out to pull me in. I practically collapsed into them, spent. I hadn’t had such an intense session in awhile. Cuddling me closer, he placed a gentle kiss on my forehead. “That was fun.” he murmured.
“Definitely.” I agreed. I certainly hadn’t expected the dirtiness he displayed. He seemed too clean cut on the outside for that. ‘Then again, those are the ones you have to watch out for’ I reminded myself, because I was the exact same. We laid in silence for several minutes, his hands traveling over my body in slow circles. “I can be even rougher.” he suddenly said, stopping his ministrations. I smiled against his chest. “Sounds like a challenge. I think I can take it” I answered confidently. “I held back this first time because I wasn’t sure, but now I know what a slut you are..." He trailed off, leaving me to fill in the blank.
I bit my lip, thinking over his words, then laughed, my fingers sliding down his stomach to his waist. “I’m off tomorrow, so you have me all night. Show me everything.”
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Think [M]y G[F] is developing and choking kink😈
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Recently I bought my GF a collar and leash to add something new to the bedroom but mostly so that we take some more slutty pics of her. After a session of being a good submissive slut and doing what she was told as I took pics of her I fucked her in multiple positions while in control of her just by yanking on the leash😈 She said he really liked the collar and a couple times since then she has grabbed my hand and it is around her neck while fucking. I'm not sure what to think about it but I'm not complaining. Definitely need to use the collar again and parade her around in some slutty outfit like a good girl. Next time she does it I'm gonna ask if she wants to be choked for being a slut
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I (19) [F] was naked on the roof of a school
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I’m a janitor here, I have to stay late to close up the building and I’m usually the last person to leave. I also like to go streaking, clearly. Basically, me being the last person to leave any building ends in me streaking in/around it.
This school has a lot of cameras, I’ve already gone streaking inside in the places where there are no cameras, but I want to go streaking outside in the cold night air. There’s cameras outside the building but none on the roof. There’s an exterior door that leads to a small room that has a ladder to the roof. There’s a hatch that has a lock on it but it has a little latch to prop it open
Now I could just streak on top of the roof, but Ive been streaking too much before and it needs to be dangerous now to be exciting. So is what I did was at roughly 6:30pm (when the sun went down) I took all the Keys off my key ring (there’s a good 8 keys, idk what half of them do) I shuffled them in my hands so I didn’t know what the right key was, and then I placed them (without looking at the keys I placed down) all over the roof.
This way I have to run across the roof grabbing all the keys before I can get back down, and I made a rule that whenever I find the master key (the one that unlocks the hatch) I had to finger myself to an orgasm right there, and that if a key was by an edge I had to finger myself while dangling my feet over the edge (I’m a risky bitch so I put 3 keys on the front edge of the school).
Now time for the fun part. I waited until 7:30pm when the people playing basketball in the gym are leaving. I went inside this room, and stripped completely naked. Took off everything, even the slightest bit of jewelry, hair ties, no shoes or socks. Not a single possession on me. Climbed up the ladder, opened the hatch on the top, climbed onto the roof, and shut the hatch. It lockedbehind me, and I was stuck naked on the roof.
I immediately wanted to dash behind this big vent but the roof has a bunch of gravel on it so if I run it will hurt but it will also be loud, so I tiptoed slowly to it and ducked behind cover to get my bearings. After about a minute I start taking careful steps to get to each key. I got 5 keys, 2 by the front edge, 1 in the middle and 2 by the back (I grabbed them in a random order so it would last longer).
I went to the side edge of the building and got key number 6 and it was the master key. This edge was facing a church that was close enough I could’ve thrown a rock at its and they had a bunch of cars in the parking lot. They do youth activities from 7-8 (I used to be a member), idk how long I’ve been up here but it could be getting dangerously close to 8 so I have to cum fast.
I sit down on the gravel, it hurts but feeling sharp pains in your bare ass is an amazing reminder of how naked you are. I dangled my feet over the edge, and started fingering myself. It feels so good to be in almost full view of everyone. It’s dark up here but idk how much is visible from the ground so if anyone came out they could probably see my boobs in full view.
I was really close to cumming when I saw they started coming out of the building. I’m stubborn and horny, bad combination. I kept fingering and just begged myself to cum. Nobody had noticed me yet, and then I started cumming. Before I had even finished cumming I got up and ran towards the center of the roof, almost fell over because my legs were shaking like hell. I laid down in the center where I was hidden and just rode the orgasm out.
Once I was able to stand I got up and tip toes as quickly as I could to the last 2 keys, unlocked the hatch, climbed down the ladder, and got dressed. Then got in my car and drove home. All in the span of a few minutes just in case they saw me and called the cops. Fucking fantastic orgasm but I’m definitely nervous as hell for when I go back to work on Monday. Maybe there was a camera I couldn’t see or maybe the cops were called and they know it’s me.
Anyway, hopefully they didn’t catch me, enjoy the story just in case they did.
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I used to force my bf to have sex with me anytime, anywhere. Now he surprises me.
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I’ve been with him since I was 16. I know him as a shy and so demeanor kind of guy.
He doesn't want us to be alone, hangs out with some guys and I can't even have him for myself. I thought I am the problem. So, I started planning my weekends around making myself have sex. then guess I was so surprised, he is extremely generous in the bedroom, he is definitely a man to behold.
but he is not just generous to me, but to some other girls as well. I don't want him to know that I know it.
sometimes to make him happy do I have to share him? but i dont want to, but sometimes I want to. I don't know I am just confuse. I might consider sharing him if he can share me as well. A groupie would be nice.
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Wife fucked a stranger in an airy bathroom [Cuckold]
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Currently at the airport waiting for our flight home. Sitting in the food court my wife and a man a few tables away start ogling each other. She moved to a position where he can see her legs and up her dress and opened them, revealing her pantie-less pussy.
I don’t know who motioned to who, but she stood up, told me to wait, and he followed her into the disabled toilets.
20mins later, he walks out with her following. Very very obvious to anyone what went on in there, I could see a few people watch her as she adjusted her dress and hair, walked over to me and kissed me as her mystery lover walked off towards to gates.
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[f/d] a beautiful trip
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Two weeks ago dad took me on a road trip. It was honestly amazing, we saw a lot of beautiful things and met some good people.
We had a talk before we left and I said I wanted to be introduced as his girlfriend if we were around people we didn't know. He told me that would be hard for him, because there's still the worry that someone might find out.
We got a motel every night, but it wasn't until the third that we went out somewhere nice for dinner. He squeezed my hand and asked for a table "for me and my girlfriend," and the host didn't even blink. It was amazing, getting to be out like a normal couple.
I have always been shy about initiating but that night I definitely took charge! I rode him for longer than I've ever been able to, and I swear it made me feel kinda high, getting to be intimate like that in "public."
The whole trip was awesome, save for some very long and empty stretches of highway. But we saw so many cool things, and I had some of the best orgasms of my life.
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If my neighbor [M 31] needs anything, he can feel free to ask me [F 29].
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Since we became covid, I've been accommodating my 31-year-old, separated neighbor's frequent requests to use me as a cumdump. It all made sense after he got separated and moved in next door to me in my apartment building. After the first week of dating, we started f*cking, and now he utilizes my holes whenever he wants.
Sometimes, when he was in the mood and I was at home, he would send me a text message telling me what he wanted me to wear, and I would be there in no more than 10 minutes. He'd come right over if he saw that I was in the mood. No drinks were had as an excuse, and no calculations were made about the value of time spent in transit versus the pleasure of the intercourse experience. If we were both feeling adventurous, it just happened.
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[m]e and my tinder date [f] got caught trying to fuck in a public park.
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This was back at the height of covid and visiting people was very restricted so naturally tinder was the only option of talking to girls. I found an absolutely stunning kiwi girl, who to my surprise was very interested in me. We'll call her Ash.
Ash lived in the next city to me and the only way to see each other was by train and that was sketchy at the time, so at first we would just spend all night talking on facetime. She was flirty but never sexual, so I thought she was the cute innocent type but I was very wrong.
On tinder and facetime I could see Ash had long mousy brown hair, a cute smile with dimples but that's all I knew. In person she had a very fit body, that was perky and well shaped. No massive arse or tits but didn't matter because she suited a petite frame. I'm like 5"10 l, have floppy brown hair and my body is lean but toned.
I very nervously got the train to see her and we went on a romantic river walk, nothing exciting happened this time but we got on very well. Then later that night on facetime she told me I should've kissed her and after that point things became very heated. We spent the rest of the night basically telling each other how badly we needed to fuck. We discussed our kinks, exes and the next day I bought another ticket to see her.
This time on the same walk I didn't hesitate we made out and got very close. But it was a busy path and midday on a weekday so we carried on our walk, trying to sneak in a kiss or run our hands down each other. When we came to wooded area I pushed Ash up against a tree and lifted up her top, and she undid her bra to reveal the perkiest boobs I've ever seen. I was instantly hard and thought about nothing else other than I need to fuck but there were just to many people around. We eventually came to a clearing off path and lay next to each other. We kissed and she rolled on top and straddled me, Ash made no attempt to hide the fact she was just doing it to feel my bulge. As she was grinding back and forth on me, I clumsily undid her jeans and felt she'd already soaked through her panties. At this point my dick was actually hurting from trying to break through my jeans.
Before she could free me, we heard a dog walker coming and jumped off each other just as he appeared through the bushes. The dog walker was too embarrassed to make eye contact, his dog bounded over but was quickly called away. Despite us being fully clothed, our position and bright red faces made it obvious as to what he had walked in on. The moment for us was gone for us, sadly. I walked her home and we wished we had some privacy but I had to say goodbye there. Later that night we facetimed again and discussed how hot it was and Ash told me she would've definitely fucked me if we didn't get interupted. This was enough to get each other off but a far cry from what could've been.
Eventually I did manage to see her properly but that's another story. This day ended in me waddling back to the train station, and doing my best to hide my crotch all train journey.
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Watching It Snow [F36/M37] [F4M] [pleasure dom] [romantic] [blow job] [masturbation]
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Pressing my cheek up against the window, I could feel the chill of the early winter morning through the glass. The sky was getting lighter but the world was still and asleep; covered in a fresh blanket of snow. I like the view from your bedroom window in the morning… this was the first time I’d stayed over night and felt a little thrill as I glanced over to the outline of your sleeping body, so warm under the blankets of your bed.
I tip-toe across the cold wooden floor to the foot of your bed, careful not to wake you, and poke my head under the blankets at your feet. My hands running up the length of your legs… and you roll onto your back, sighing. Through the darkness under the covers, my mouth finds your cock and I start to run my tongue around the base of your shaft… circling around & around with my tongue - feeling you get hard. I run my lips along the sides of your shaft - up and over your head and down the other side. Soooo slooooow… I like feeling you get harder and harder beneath my lips & I feel myself getting wetter with each kiss and lick. Finally I wrap my lips around the head of your cock and let my mouth take you allll the way in until I feel you hit the back of my throat. I love the feel of you filling up my mouth. Your hands reach down to the back of my head and you press even deeper into me, making me gag… making it hard to breathe under all the blankets… my mouth completely filled by you.
Suddenly you lift my face up & throw back the blankets, exposing our naked bodies. “I wanna watch you get off” you tell me and your point to the other side of the bed. I shiver from the cold of your bedroom and the exhilaration of you telling me what to do. I lay back against the pillows, opposite you and you tell me to open my legs. I’m in that heady space of bliss - listening to your voice commanding me to do what you want - when you want. You’re staring at me with a look of desire mixed with dominance as you stroke yourself and you tell me to put my fingers in my mouth… to show you how I suck you. I do as I’m told and feel my pussy soaking wet… throbbing… yearning to be touched.
I look into your eyes, silently waiting for permission to move my fingers from my mouth to my aching pussy. You give me a quick nod and I drag my slippery hand down my neck… between my breasts… over my smooth mound; my fingers parting my lips to find my clit. I can feel my walls pulsing and slide my fingers into my slick depth. I’m so wet… my entire body buzzing. I look up and catch a glimpse of you stroking your rock hard cock before I lean my head back and lose my self in the pleasure of my own body… my moans engulfing the silence of your bedroom.
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[F] If you give a guy [M] a rimjob during head, I promise he’ll never forget you. Here’s why
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What’s the one thing that I can nearly guarantee most guys would love yet their partners haven’t done? Maybe they don’t have the courage to ask.
Answer: A rimjob during oral. Yeah, tongue his ass. He’ll fucking love it and I promise he’ll never forget you.
Sure, there’s a good time to do it, when he’s say, fresh out of the shower. The first time I tongued my man’s ass, it was actually in the shower.
I surprised him after seeing his porn history. Yeah, something told me that he was curious about the feeling of a tongue stimulating his asshole while my hand reached around and played with his cock.
He came so hard that his legs nearly buckled. I know for a fact, whenever he’s insanely horny, he thinks back to it. I choose to use my tongue there on special occasions and other women reading should do too.
Trust me, ladies, place his legs up in bed and go to work on his asshole while you jerk him off. A huge load will thank you afterwards for your work.
Guys, I’m sure if you’ve had this done, you’ve craved it ever since.
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A Military Solution [18+, Group, MFFF+]
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The group of men trudged slowly down the path towards the sound of Gunfire. They walked at the pace of their slowest member, a portly middle-aged government official who kept repeating to no one in particular "This must never get out..."
Marcus Crowe walked at the back, this was his first time on this firing range, but he had escorted multiple tours of various officials when the program had first started. It was early January and there had been a heavy fall of snow the previous night.
"it's good training for them" the Commanding officer had said brusquely, when Marcus had queried him about perhaps bringing the troops to a more comfortable location for their inspection. Marcus hadn't asked what the Colonel thought the future relevance of the training might be. The Colonel for all his very specific eccentricities, had been doing a sterling job since he'd taken over. The various problems that had nearly caused the program to be abandoned, had been resolved by the Colonel in a few weeks.
The Soldiers that had passed out of the program prior to the Colonel taking over had all been quickly sent back, to receive revised training to the Colonel's new specifications.
"This must never get..." the official started to say yet again but before he was cut off brusquely by one of his colleagues.
"Oh for goodness sake Jeffery" the silver haired man in his early 60's said exasperated "Over a year this project has been running and not so much as a rumour on an internet forum has gotten out" he paused and looked at Marcus "it's remarkable" he said his eyes narrowing "that's what I'm here to investigate, how they've managed to ensure such complete secrecy, whatever little display they've got for us, is much less interesting."
The official's name was Sir Mathew Stanley, and it was him that Marcus was most focused on today. Marcus smiled "Well I assure you sir, it's not simply a display, you'll get to interact fully with the recruits"
Sir Mathew looked at Marcus, shrugged and trudged on. Marcus had met other men like Sir Mathew since the program had begun, he may want to give the impression that he was above it all, but he'd want his turn just like everyone else did.
They heard the shouts and barked commands before they turned the corner, then they came into sight of the range a little over a hundred yards away. As they walked closer, they could see the sections of soldiers running between the firing points. Even to a lay man Marcus could tell they were well drilled, they manoeuvred expertly up and down the range firing and moving in pairs and groups.
"The Colonel has them out here several times a week", the gruff voice of the Sergeant escorting them said to Marcus. I know infantry regiments that spend less time on the ranges.
"Why" Marcus asked, genuinely puzzled, but knowing the Sergeant would be unlikely to say anything that reflected badly on the Colonel.
The Sergeant shrugged "It works" he said simply "I remember when the program first started and what a disaster it was, all the recruits running around like teenagers, training them for their..." the Sargent hesitated before settling on the accepted euphemism " training them for their speciality, was a nightmare as well" he shuddered "we had to coax and bully them into it" he shuddered, Marcus got the impression he had some degree of compassion and concern for the recruits "this way is better" he said emphatically, in a way Marcus knew wasn't just him supporting his Colonel.
He indicated the soldiers on the range "the Colonel says to make them good soldiers first, military training is fundamental, everything else..." he paused again "it makes everything else we need to teach them easier"
Marcus detected a hint of sadness in his voice, maybe he was having second thoughts? He filed the Sergeants reservations away for future action the project couldn't afford any weak links.
The cease fire order was given once the range officer saw the group approaching. The figures started to double time it back to the road. There looked to be about twenty-four soldiers in total plus the dozen or so training staff. Twenty-four made sense there were three sections of eight soldiers. Last time he had been here several soldiers had been removed from training.
"The two other sections?" Marcus asked the Sergeant.
"Back in Camp" The Sergeant replied carefully "their ahm... specialist training, intensifies in weeks 2 to 5, it's ..." he hesitates again, and a grimace crosses his face "The Colonel keeps them separate from the other sections for the first 6 weeks, he says those 6 weeks are key, which is why we had the problems with the recruits that passed out previously"
Marcus marvelled at the way the Sergeant was able to use language that might have better pertained to the training of mechanics.
The Sergeant carried on oblivious, warming to his theme of praising the new training program "Before it was all one-on-one training, now they do it as a section, from their initial inductions to their assessments, the military training is key, particularly since we're now taking recruits straight from civilian life rather than recruits that have already done military training."
This was something that Marcus was keen to investigate. The British Army was small, and it was always going to struggle to provide enough recruits, also with security being such a concern, the fact that so many recruits were being taken from the training regiments and field army that it was bound to eventually have been noticed.
"How is that working?" Marcus asked, "taking recruits straight from civilian life?"
The Sergeant nodded enthusiastically "Very well, in fact doing all their military training under our supervision has them better soldiers at the end" with a note of pride "well so we all think."
I bet you do, Marcus thought with a touch of cynicism, still he said nothing, the Sergeant seemed a decent enough sort.
He turned his face back to the rank of soldiers now formed up on the range. From a distance they might have looked to be regular soldiers, perhaps a little bit shorter and of smaller physique if you thought about it. Their figures were bulked out by their helmets webbing, and weapons, along with the loosely fitting combat jackets.
They didn't use the regular SA 80 assault rifles that equipped the regular British Solider. Instead, they used sleek German made short, barrelled HK 417's. Top of the line with attached optics. He had initially been surprised when the Colonel's requisition had come across his desk. Likewise demands for other top of the line equipment. He'd approved it instantly of course, and not asked any questions.
The cold was starting to get to Marcus, but he looked at the rest of the group and he saw that they didn't feel like complaining. They were all focused on the group, and the pace picked up as they moved towards them.
The soldiers had formed up in a line and unloaded their weapons, under the supervision of their training staff, then they formed into three ranks awaiting the VIPS arrival.
Marcus had thought that the uniform, weapons, and equipment, not to mention the cam cream smeared over each recruit's face might serve to give a bad first impression, but in fact he heard a noticeable gasp and mumble from several of the VIPS including Sir Mathew when the recruits removed their helmets.
'The Colonel might just be a genius' Marcus thought approvingly. With their Helmets removed the femininity of the 24 soldiers formed up struck home, subtlety but powerfully. Each soldier had her hair tied up in a tight bum that had been hidden under her helmet. They each stood at ease in the same way, in a way borne from training and experience.
Each Soldier had her helmet under her left arm and her rifle by its sling hanging from her right side.
"IN OPEN ORDER" the voice of their Sgt Major bellowed.
The women moved in perfect unison, forming 3 ranks of 8. Each woman had a large space around her. Marcus turned to the Sergeant "we're going to do it here?" he asked surprised.
The Sergeant nodded "It's how the Colonel likes it" he said nonchalantly. He picked up on Marcus's surprised "don't worry about it Sir, they're all used to it, we take them through this, 3 or 4 times a day" he nodded to the soldiers as they stood to attention in perfect open order "Most of them will be actually glad to see the visit, they'll get it a lot rougher if you weren't here"
"Most of them?" Marcus asked
The Sergeant shrugged again "At this point in their training, there's a few that feel like they're missing out if we don't give it to them hard after the ranges", he shrugged, "we encourage them to get into a routine, and that's what they expect" he looked at Marcus and added "look Sir they're all good girls, they want to make a good impression"
"I don't think they'll have any problem doing that" Marcus said quietly.
A figure walked out of the range hut and towards the group, he was a burly Major in his early 40's he had a genuine smile on his face, and he held his hand out for Marcus.
Marcus was glad to see Major Norman Stone again, like Marcus he had been involved in the project from the beginning, he gripped Stones hand and set honestly "it's good to see you again Norman."
Norman gestured for Marcus to move away from the group where they could talk privately "And you Marcus" his face showed lines of stress "Jesus I was lucky to survive when the Colonel took over."
"It was that bad?" Marcus asked in a hushed voice.
"You have no idea" Marcus saw the stress on his friend's face "look we all know how risky this whole program is, but Jesus Christ, that Man has his own ideas of how to do things."
Before he could continue the Sergeant Major bellowed another command "FOR INSPECTION"
It was a vague command, but the soldiers knew exactly what to do, in perfect unison the soldiers began to undo their webbing, once off they laid it down neatly with their webbing and rifles, then stood back and removed their combat jackets.
It was freezing, and Marcus felt for the girls as they stood there. "Jesus Norman, do they have to do it in the cold"
Norman looked back at him "This is how he wants it done, Look I know it looks rough, but the recruits really don't mind it" he paused "and the recruits actually seem to appreciate the dramatic element of it"
They were standing in their T-Shirts for only a moment before they too were pulled over their heads and folded neatly. It was at this point that Marcus heard a gasp "Good God" Sir Mathew exclaimed.
Four of the girls weren't wearing bras underneath their T-Shirts, while every other girl had an identical grey sports bra, which they unzipped from the front and removed. The range officer Captain Collins misunderstood Sir Matthews astonishment.
"Oh, don't worry Sir" he said "we had a policy change and the Colonel exempted some of the smaller busted recruits from having to wear bras, the Colonel saw no need for it"
Marcus looked at Captain Collins, trying to figure out whether the man was an idiot or just oblivious to the extraordinary nature of what was happening.
"I see" Sir Matthew said regaining his calm, he didn't take his eyes off the soldiers that were now all topless revealing a range of breast sizes, from what were little more than flea bites to ample bosoms that must be limiting for a soldier. Marcus looked carefully at the VIPS; they were all enraptured by the sight. He was worried one or more might protest, but they said nothing.
The women didn't attempt to remove their boots, they simply undid their trousers and pushed them down to their ankles, they stayed bent over for a moment carefully arranging their trousers around their boots, then again in unison they moved back to the at ease position, their legs spread apart to the extent that their bundled-up trousers allowed.
Each of the woman wore identical Grey knickers with a black waistband, they were tight fitting and covered a soldier's waist to down below her thighs.
He turned to Norman "What's the story with the knickers?" he asked puzzled.
"Don't let the Colonel hear you call them that" he said dryly "they're soldiers so they were wear briefs not knickers"
Marcus was puzzled, the last time he'd been here the recruits had been dressed in a variety of lingerie, in fact he always enjoyed the flash of colour when they'd stripped out of their dark combat uniforms.
Norman walked towards the assembled women and indicated that Marcus should follow. He walked behind the first woman in the group. She was a slender about 5'1 with her small breasts pert in the cold, rising and falling with her breathing, he could see the steam rising of her breath. She was a blonde and Marcus very much wanted to see her with her hair down, also to wipe the cam cream from her face.
Norman indicated down to a yellow tag on the woman's knickers. He tapped the woman on the soldier, and she instantly pushed her knickers down, the tag snapped apart as the knickers were pulled down.
She bent over and neither Marcus nor Norman felt the need not to look between the legs at the view of her sex that was offered. Norman casually reached his hand out between her legs, and she stayed bent over. She spread her legs slightly, but her combat trousers and knickers prevented her from spreading them more than a few inches.
Marcus watched as Norman pushed his hand further between her legs, and he could see him work his fingers into her. He withdrew his hand and held it up in front of Marcus. Marcus could see the wetness.
Feel for yourself" Norman said, and Marcus did. This was not the first time he'd examined a recruit like this, but it was the first time in several months. His finger slid easily into the woman, and he could feel the wetness.
He withdrew his hand, but the soldier stayed bent over. Marcus momentarily glanced around the rest of the assembled soldiers, but they all stayed perfect at attention, their eyes directly ahead. In the corner of his eyes the VIPS stood rapt as a group.
"Private show Mr Crowe your tag" Norman ordered.
Still bent over, the private removed the yellow tag that had broken into two pieces from her knickers, then she neatly tucked her knickers around her ankle and sprung to attention.
Marcus moved to her front, and she held the tag out for him to take. He looked down and saw a small strip of blonde pubic hair.
"The colonel allows the blondes and redheads to keep a small amount of pubic hair"
Marcus smiled at the recruit as he took the tag from her
"what's your name Private" he asked
"Private Alice Holmes Sir" she said.
"Well Alice, I'm very impressed, the very first soldier I come to, has exceeded all expectations"
She smiled and to Marcus she seemed genuinely happy with the compliment. Norman stepped away from her out of earshot and Marcus followed.
Norman indicated the tag, "another of the Colonel's ideas, he stops them from taking their briefs off when there's no one present to supervise"
"What!" Marcus asked shocked "what's the point of that?"
Norman smiled "he blames the previous problems on them lacking discipline, for masturbating or touching themselves in an unapproved way"
Marcus laughed.
"Oh, they still masturbate" Norman said "If they're not having sex, we can have them do it up to 14 times a day, but only under supervision"
Marcus was astounded but then, it seemed to be working. Norman obviously wasn't happy, but the results were certainly impressive.
Norman gave a nod to Captain Collins who walked over the VIP, and escorted them to the women, he demonstrated with one of the recruits, tapping her on the soldier for her to push down her knickers, he fumbled between her legs with his hand, smiled dumbly at the recruit, then encouraged the VIPS to the same with the other soldiers on Parade.
The VIPS split up and moved between the soldiers, their knickers came down one by one. The VIPS kept their distance from one another, some straight away started groping and fondling the soldiers. Others being much more reticent.
Sir Mathew the man Marcus was most concerned off concentrated on one soldier a young brunette with a boyish figure and small A cup breasts, he had her unpin her hair, so it fell below her shoulders, after a few minutes he carefully moved his hand between her legs, while engaging her in a quite conversation.
"Gentleman" Norman announced to the group, "we've cleared some space in the range hut, it you'd like to get out of the cold, and interview some of the recruits inside"
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[M/S] I went on a date with my mom - Update
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Things have benn going normal since the date between my mom and I so there was no tensionwhatsoever so i took that as a good sign that she enjoyed the evening and wasn't just looking for a placeholder that evening. As many of you suggested I should suprise her with a second date. So as she was hanging around on the sofa I asked what she was gonna watch tonight to shich she answered she didn't know yet but probably just some movie so I asked her if she wanted to eat out as I didn't feel like cooking today. The question suprised her as she said that I don't need to do that and that I've already proven that I am a good son. I told her that I I knew I didn't need to do that but simply wanted to as she is my mom and I love her after all.
That brought her to tears again and she got up to tightly hug me saying she'd immediately get ready. I was ready before her and when she met me in the living room I joked about thinking she stood me up which she said she'd never do. Now as some people wanted to plan with me, I don't want to gain anything from it, I want her to feel loved and if anything happens, it happens. So the two of us got ready pretty much immediately and went to a different restaurant this time. My mom said it's been a while since she had a second date with someone and vented about some reason why men aren't into her. Most reasons boiled town to a severe case of low self esteem as they simply weren't true. One reason she stated was that she felt like men were threatened in their masculinity as she is is quite tall with me being above average but still an inch shorter than her. I let her vent and eventually told her that all those reasons are just inside her head and that she's a gorgous, caring woman a lot of guys would kill for.
She hesitantly took the compliment I guess mainly to shut me up to keep herself from crying again so her having been stood up understandibly still damaged her self esteem. I changed the topic to something different to keep her from thinking about it so I even got her to smile after that rather emotional conversation. "What a couple we make" she said with a smile, "You having to sacrifice your evening to console your mom". I told her that I don't sacrifice anything here as I enjoy spending time with her and that I want her to know that she alsways feels loved. She said she was really greatful and that she at least made sure to raise me right so after dinner I took her for a walk through the city again as it was still early and the idea sounded nice.
So we went through the city looking at the windows of the shops and came by a photo booth like the ones you use for passport photos and my momasked if we could do some while basically pulling me there by my hand. If you've ever been inside one ,you know it can get rather cramped especially if you're tall, so we squeezed in and did some photos smiling away, some with silly faces and some kissing each others cheek. For one she wanted to sit on my lap as she thought it would look funny so she put her arm around my shoulder and hopped on my lap with her breasts right by my face. Once we got the photos we saw that most turned out super nice but the final one not as her head was not in frame anymore which she thought was poor planning on our part.
I have to be honest here, for a while I'm sure we both forgot that we're related as it felt so much like a date. On our way back to our car we came across a group of older obviously drunk women histerically laughing about something. When we passed one of them shouted "You go girl, get some of that fresh meat!" which made us laugh and I could tell that it was an ego boost for my mom. She said she's been drunk with friends before but never that much luckily.
On our way home she asked me to stop for a second and I didn't think much of it so I pulled into a side road in a wooded area asking if she's alright. She said she was and said she felt like she owed me for caring for her so much. I again told her she doesn't owe me anything but she still insisted and put her hand on my thigh awaiting my reaction. I didn't stop her or anything so her hand wandered up to my lap, now fully rubbing it. She tried to ease the tension assuring me that she's not that kind of women and guys would usually have to wait for a few dates until she becomes that thankful but still offered me to say stop whenever I felt like it. I only replied with putting my hand on her thigh which relieved her from some worries as she went and undid my pants.
I was already rock hard so my dick was immediately out as soon as she pulled my boxers down. She asked me if I could tilt my seat back so she could fully work her magic and so I did and she used both hands, one on my dick and one on my balls. I told her her hands felt super soft and warm and she said she actually sat on them for a while so they wouldn't be cold. I said it worked for sure and she rubbed my balls as she jerked my dick. At one point I couldn't help myself and put my hand on her breasts squeezing them and eventually they even fell out of her dress and let me tell you they were a work of art. I barely had enough brain capacity to talk and said that those guys surely missed out and so she said, more for me then.
Unfortunately it didn't take long for me to cumand my mom sped up a bit and when I finally came I was suprised that I didn't hit the car ceiling as it felt like my dick exploded, imagine Elmer Fudds Rifle when it blew up. It took me a while to fully comprehend what just happened but my mom seemed to have enjoyed it as she still slightly stroked my dick while smiling. After I thanked her she pulled out some tissues from her purse and handed them to me so I cleaned up myself while she cleaned her hands. I asked her if i could return the favour as she helped me so much but she said that I already did enough for today but maybe next time.
I said I always pay my debts so she should better brace herself while pulling up my pants. She said that she is a good role model then as she pulled up her dress again. We lokked around if anyone saw us but fortunately noone did and on our way back I asked shy she made me pull the car to the side instead of just waiting ten minutes until we're home. She said that she preferred that as doing stuff like that with me at home made it feel too real and that way it jsut felt like she jerked off her date after a dinner. I understood completely and cracked a joke about the car being big enough at least. Once home I put up the date act up opening the door for her and bringing her inside to her bedroom.
She asked again if she overstepped any boundaries and I assured her she didn't and that's waht happens on dates so if she's fine with it then I am as well. She said she had a lot of fun on our date pulling out the pictures we had done and said it was pointless to ask if I had too as it was obvious. I could only laugh at that and when she went in for the hug again she kissed me on the cheek and when I tried to kiss her she turned her head a bit so it was like half on the mouth which she jokingly wanted to make it look like an accident. We said good night and I went to my room as well and same as last time I could again hear her moan this time slightly louder so I'm sure this time.
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Dark erotica books
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Looking for dark erotica books or stories with kidnapped and sex slave .non consent even if they fall in love at end but also spanking and punishment any suggestions
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My gym crush, pt. 1 [MM] [femboy] [20s] [masturbation] [straight to gay]
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Dylan had never done this before, but while he pretended to check his phone, he opened up his camera app and took a picture.
He was a regular at his college’s gym, never missing a session or skipping leg day. He had his sets planned out, and he compulsively kept a record in his phone of the details of every workout. The rush of people at the start of the New Year was dwindling now, but one of the new girls he’d noticed was still around. She kept to herself, to the point that she still wore a mask, but Dylan thought he had caught her eye at least once.
He took another photo, then recorded a 15 second video.
It was cowardly and creepy, but her legs and ass looked unbelievable in her powder-blue leggings, especially while she did squats. With a cropped tank top that was little more than a sports bra, he had a clear view of the pale skin of her back, and with the aid of the mirror, he zoomed in on her tight tummy. As creepy as this was, he thought it was better than hitting on her while she was working out. At least, that’s what he told himself. Really he was worried that she’d go the way of all the other resolutioners, and he’d never get a glimpse of that round ass again.
He took one more photo before turning the camera on himself.
Dylan had never loved anyone or anything as much as he loved a gym selfie. It was the heart of his daily routine: straining his muscles, lining up the optimal angles, flexing into the perfect poses to look his best for the camera. His social media feeds overflowed with gym selfies and videos, the same clips plastered on every platform he could find.
That day he took a series of selfies showing off his biceps. His favorite was a picture where he coyly lifted his shirt just enough to tease his rippling abs. He posted that one before he hit the showers.
And now, home from the gym, he sat on his bed and obsessively monitored every interaction on the day’s posts. Every “viewer,” every “like,” and every “save,” though the numbers of each were dwindling day by day. None of the women he’d liked in high school or the women he was crushing on now liked his posts anymore. Hardly any of them even saw his stories anymore. Even though they were still his “followers,” he suspected they’d muted him.
He watched the video of his deadlift again. It was a full-body view, and he’d never looked better. You could see the bulk of his thighs and the power in his arms. His dirty blond hair was stylishly messy, and his tan was even and deep, even in February.
He frowned. How did a video like this not get him any attention? He realized it had only been an hour since he’d posted. He’d give it some time.
He opened his camera reel and swiped through the photos and video he’d taken of the girl. The pics weren’t as hot as real life, but she was still hot enough to get him hard. His left hand slipped into his sweatpants, where he casually stroked himself as he watched her squat again and again.
He double checked his Instagram post to make sure he’d tagged the college gym. He went back to his video of her and fantasized that she’d found his account through the geo tag. He bit his lip as he imagined her scrolling through his feed, rubbing her pussy as she stared at shots of his bare chest.
By now he’d seen all there was to see of her ass, at least all his video had to offer. He went back and checked his posts on Instagram, Snapchat, TikTok.
Nothing. One guy he’d gone to school with put a thumbs up emoji on his Instagram story. That was it.
He was horny and frustrated. He knew where he could post and get some attention, but it wasn’t exactly the type of attention he wanted.
He opened Reddit, switched to his alt account and posted chin-down selfies of his bare chest. He wasn’t gay, but he posted in several LGBT+ subs with post titles like, “Be honest, how bad do you want to see what I’m packing?”
After only a few minutes his phone started to buzz.
“Yes daddy!”
“Only if you let me suck it”
“Stunning”
“Me me! Pick me!”
He smiled for the first time that day. They were pathetic—no question about that—but at least these men appreciated what he had to offer.
He watched the upvotes come in with the desperate comments, and he felt something like satisfaction. Even more pathetic were the DMs.
“Would love to cover those abs in cum. Check my profile.” He stroked himself, thinking of how someone out there was jacking off to *him* right now.
Then came one unusual chat:
>Hey, I saw your gym post. I’m pretty sure we both go to the same college. Go Wolves, lol Ps I think you’re cute
(Sorry, I meant for this to be much longer, but Reddit won’t let me post the full chapter 1)
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[38F33M Married] (Bondage) (Porn) (Bi) New Kink Unlocked
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Im wearing his favorite lingerie, asshole properly plugged, on my hands and knees and waiting for instruction. Kneeling behind me admiring my thick ass, He gently pushes my shoulders downward towards the mattress so that my head and shoulders rest against the mattress. He places a few pillows under my chest and then more demanding than asking he tells me to bring my arms underneath my body towards him and to grab a thigh with each hand. He made quick work of securing each of my wrists in cuffs attached to the bondage contraption under the mattress. He comes around to the side of the bed, and gently caresses my hair back away from my face, kisses my forehead and places his phone in front of my face that has a video of an extremely sexy woman licking and finger fucking the pretty pussy of the other hot woman and told me to enjoy the show. I’ve never before been forced to watch porn and I didn’t expect to cum the instant he flicked my clit with his thumb while simultaneously dipping two fingers into my pussy, but I did. I came hard. He continued to finger fuck me and play fucking dj on my clit and I drenched his fucking arm with cum. I begged and begged for his cock until he finally asked me ….which hole? I can’t wait to see what he makes me watch next time.
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I finally fucked my former teacher [MF] - Part 3
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GUYS IT FINALLY HAPPENED, I will keep this short but it was the hottest experience I have had in a while. It took much longer than I thought after the night when we made out, but it was definitely worth the wait.
We were texting on and off these past weeks, but it wasn't anything special but two days ago she texted me at night and she was a bit drunk and alone and started flirting with me, so I did the same thing. She started playfully call me "sir" after each message and I told her that she is a good girl for doing that because I like that. The conversation continued like this:
"What else do you like, sir?"
"When a girl obeys me"
"Ok sir, what is your command?"
"To come over" (i said it as a joke)
"But it is too late, sir"
"Now"
short pause, I was excited
"Can you come over, sir?"
"Are you serious?"
"Yes sir"
I got ready, dressed and drove to her place, she buzzed me in and when I got to her door, I knocked and she opened the door half-naked. We immediately started making out, she stopped and said: What do you want me to do, sir? I told her to get on her knees and open her mouth, she did that and I put my dick into her warm mouth and started slowly fucking her face. I was fighting hard not to cum into her mouth because it was so fucking hot. I told her to lay on a bed and ate her out. After that I fucked her and damn she was a screamer, a bit too much for me haha. I stayed at her place and we fucked again in the morning. I can't wait to fuck her again, it was so fun.
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from bestfriend to FWB
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We were both on our phone with a movie running in the background. I was on Tumblr and stumbled upon a page that had a bunch of smut and gifs of guys eating girls out. I wanted nothing more but to have that feeling of pleasure, but I had to focus on other things so I put my phone down and tried to watch the movie which was Now You See Me. I really couldn't get that image out of my head. I started squirming a little and paul gave me look like "what the hell?" I immediately stopped and gave him an apologetic look. He sighed and looked back down. It just kept popping back up in my mind. Soon I started seeing the guy as paul eating me out. For some reason it turned me on more. A voice interrupted my thoughts saying "are you ok" I nodded yes as if nothing was happening. He smirked and said "are you sure." I nodded yes again. "Then why is your hand in that my hand was rubbing my heat. I quickly pulled my hand away and started sputtering out meaningless sounds. He cut me off saying "do you need any help with anything?" I was about to speak but he cut me off with a kiss. The kiss got deeper by the second and his hands started roaming all over my body, but I couldn't take it anymore. I pulled away from the kiss and guided him to where I needed him most. He chuckled lowly and took off my shorts and panties. He slowly licked my clit teasing me as much as possible. His tongue darted in me slowly and got faster as my orgasm came closer. He kept sucking and darting his tongue in and out of my throbbing pussy. I was pushing his head down with one hand and gripping the sheets with the other. I was moaning really loudly at this time. He went as fast as humanly possible and I came in his mouth. while still feeling the peak from my high. "I'm so horny now." Paul said wiping his mouth with the back of his hand." Oh we aren't done yet paul." I tugged his shorts off quick and slowly stroked his hard cock. He moaned as my hand went up and down against it." You like that baby" I said seductively to him. "Fuck baby I want to feel your tight pussy around my huge cock right now." And with those words he slammed you on the bed and shoved his huge, hard, throbbing dick inside of your tiny wet pussy. He started thrusting as fast as he could. "Ehm you like that baby girl?" I just moaned in response." Daddy's going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk for a week." He whispered in your ear. Those words almost just made you cum from hearing them." I want to hear you baby girl." Jake said loudly. So I screamed " Fuck yes paul I want your huge cock to make me sore." paul I'm about to cum." "Me to baby" and we came at the same time. "Paul?" I asked "yeah " he said " are we more than friends?" "Definitely" he said as he smiled at me.
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The Dancer, Part Twelve [F19/F18] [Dub-con] [Exhibitionism] [Reluctant Lesbianism]
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**PART TWELVE**
Luckily, I had worn more practical undergarments, as this was supposed to be a dance gig and nothing more. Still, I was nervous about the waistband tearing and could only imagine how loose underwear would make a bad situation worse. With how much I had already suffered through wandering hands, something told me that any number of the drunk and horny guys present would react in a less than pleasant way to something like that.
“Better,” Autumn said.
A wave of murmurs in the crowd was painfully telling. They were picking up on the fact that I was stuck doing whatever Autumn told me to do, rather than simply being the stripper I was hired to be. It was a bit of a revelation for me as well, now that I was on the spot in front of so many former peers of mine. I wanted so badly to leave right then and there, but I didn’t know where any of my things were. No keys to drive myself home, no phone to call a friend to pick me up. With Heather involved, I was also in way too deep to flee for a second time, even if I had the means.
Autumn walked over to me with a cheap plastic New Year’s hat full of folded up slips of paper, holding it up so I could reach it from the table without too much trouble. “Now, whoever you pick gets a kiss at midnight. Let’s see who the lucky girl is,” she said. In a much quieter tone, she added, “And if it’s not an *amazing* kiss, you’re not getting your clothes back.”
It was such a simple threat, and this was the second time she had used it in a matter of seconds. As repetitive as it was, however, it was still perfectly effective. My house was miles away, and it was cold outside; did Autumn even know about the other reason I needed to stay? I could only hope that the original deal was still in place–I was only supposed to be the party’s ‘stripper’ until midnight. Just one awkward girl kiss to round out the mortifying night, and then I could be done.
I reached into the hat and pulled out a slip of paper. “Umm . . .” I recognized the name immediately. Every time it seemed like the night couldn’t get any worse, something else proved that it very much could. My face flushed even more than before, as I was already flustered from having to stand half naked for the whole room without the pounding music to distract me.
Autumn took the slip from my hand. Upon seeing the name, she smirked. “Zoey!” she called out, to a few gasps from the crowd.
Autumn’s younger sister leaped up from one of the sofas, her lips pursed in a small smile that was reminiscent of the older blonde’s expression who just called her name. The girl was literally still in high school; I knew so, because Zoey was on the dance team as well. She was a junior when I was a senior, which meant she was halfway through her last year there. While Autumn had the obnoxious ‘hot girl’ look, Zoey’s features were more cute in comparison.
She might have had a more innocent appearance from the neck up, but her crop top and tight jean shorts were evidence that she didn’t mind flaunting her body at a crowded party. I also vaguely knew Zoey from practice, and she certainly wasn’t shy. “You SO picked me on purpose,” Zoey said. She stepped up onto the table next to me, to the cheers of everyone else. Once she was on my level, I was surprised to see that we were almost exactly the same size. Like, not just in height.
“Please. I didn’t even know you entered the raffle, sis! You are eighteen, right?”
“As of a month ago,” Zoey grinned. She tossed her hair back, then looked right into my eyes, “Although if I knew Bella was into girls, I would have made my move sooner.”
“You don’t even *like* girls!” Autumn exclaimed, “It’s just a phase.”
“Tell that to the girl I fucked last week.”
It dawned on me way too late that they were just playing the crowd, instead of actually bickering as sisters. Every reply caused some kind of amused reaction, especially from those that actually knew Zoey. She was a total flirt, and had been openly bisexual for years. Obviously, Autumn would know that, and was just echoing the cliché adult phrase for such things.
“Do you want to fuck Bella?” Autumn asked.
“Stop stalling, sis!” Zoey replied. I could tell by the look on her face that she wasn’t deflecting. If anything, she was just getting impatient. The need to be the center of attention certainly ran in their family. “Start the music.”
“I’ll take that as a yes.” Walking over to the guy who had been DJing all night, Autumn placed a hand on his shoulder and whispered something in his ear.
A few seconds later, that same fucking remix of ‘I Kissed A girl’ started playing.
It was one thing when I was giving a lap dance to Autumn, but the song was *much* more fitting for what I was about to do with her younger sister. Any hopes of getting my blush to go away were dashed when I looked into Zoey’s eyes and fully realized that I was about to make out with her in front of everyone. Turning beet red, I totally froze.
She didn’t seem as bothered. “Come on, Bells.” Starting to sway her hips, she took my hand and tried to get me back to the effortless dancing that we both knew I was capable of doing. “It’s just one song. Look.” She nodded her head towards the TV across the room.
11:57.
Just three more minutes, and this would all be over.
Taking a deep breath, I pushed a smirk on my own face and began moving to the music.
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Filling the void... [18M] [solo]
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Never before had a singular, solitary word ever been loaded with such significance. Its pulse in and out of opacity was small in comparison to the fearful rhythm of my heart. The butterflies in my stomach began to hunt as if they hadn’t eaten in years, because they hadn’t. The word in question was not a stranger to me. It hid the secrets of infinity for it was the precursor to man's greatest blessing: that being, ironically, more words.
“Typing…”
Those few pixels were my gospel, my monitor was my pearly gates. If a world existed in which these short two syllables, in this moment did not exist, there would simply be no point in living. Like most conflicts, from the woes that shook Shakespeare to grind iambic pentameter to war with death tolls unknown, this devotion to such a blessing was the fault of man's greatest inheritance, a proclivity for other human beings. I found myself in the state of utter adoration that poets and writers and actors would spew to a paying crowd. Notions of close warmth and intense intimacy that I would roll my eyes at now seemed to live at the forefront of my conscience. It was as if this person had unlocked the weight clinging to my core and cured me of the chains that composed my veins. I observed myself taking up less space in my bed at night, cuddled up in an ocean of fabric, almost as if it had always been built for two. Rather than fantasies of flight or adventure I instead dreamed of wet lips not inches from electric contact, bodies so close together that the flesh would appear as one and a nose rubbing playfully against my own under a low, muted light.
These shadowy thoughts of mine grew and grew. A tsunami of repressed delight came and soaked my inhibitions one particular winter evening. I tried to make it slow and subtle, something that could easily be deflected and passed off as satirical in nature. My fingers nervously danced on the keyboard as “boyfriend” appeared in a tangible, semantically valid form on my territory of the chat, eager to battle. Enter. It was at that moment that this reticent word appeared on my screen.
“Typing…”
For a brief moment in time, reality was pocketed by the cruellest angels of purgatory. They sat on their clouds looking down on me, giggling at the torture they had caused me to endure. Soon, time began to move again and a message dispassionately popped up juxtaposing the upbeat sound effect that accompanied it. As the reply oozed onto the deepest canyons of my mind, my mind oozed in sympathy. It wasn’t an outright rejection but it invited enough interpretation to summon a deep, deep sense of penitence within me. At that moment, it was as if someone had infiltrated the newly refurbished sanctity of my heart and stripped it naked for the world to laugh at.
I stood up, my spoiled heart sagging and pushing oppressively on my lungs. The pain forced me back to submission into the chair. An aching fizz lay restless within me, it slithered up and down my torso and eventually found solace in my groyne. It created a warmth that was a confusing blend of both comfort and irritability. My hands moved on their own, they claimed the mouse that sat on my desk and my disorderly mind was reassembled in the shallow excitement of an incognito tab. My free hand, now itching with impatience, impishly breached the waistband of my underwear and took hold of my member.
The next however many minutes were a blur, my body was working autonomously. Pornhub, xvideos, reddit. They all replaced the chat that had brought me peace not an hour before. I wanted to see control, I wanted to see order, I wanted familiarity. My hand, trapped under the veil of cheap underwear, was now hard at work. My fingers pushed my foreskin to move in ways never done before, every single nerve brought me ecstasy. I soon pulled the fabric aside to allow my now increasingly engorging phallus the space to breathe. Nothing was off the table: the biggest of men owning and breaking the most delicate feminine flowers, dominatrixes reducing their prey to tears, rape hentai from the darkest depths of internet. That fizz that conquered me before now brought me intense stimulation. My penis quickly began to leak a clear substance, it ran its way into my fingers as I continued to relentlessly stroke my wood. I started to have to monitor my moans, sounds of pure erotic bliss fought their way up my airways, I filtered them into stuttering breaths of a kind of sweet denial.
My face went a romantic shade of pink as my body reached its limits and expressed its anger in the form of erratic hip gyrations. The pearls inside my scrotum danced as they swelled, pulsing just like my heart had done before. I felt my body ready to burst but refused to let my dick rest. Soon enough, the sweet glow of an orgasm grew inside my body. Like a shower in the fountain of eternal youth, my heart, mind and soul felt rejuvenated. Rope after rope of sour seed erupted my body, I gripped my thigh hard, stopping myself from practically leaping out of my chair. The desk, now lathered in my essence, was the only thing that welcomed me back to reality as I calmed down. I revealed in the cleanliness that the moment brought me and hugged myself as best I could before the void would inevitably return.
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The View Up Close [19M/23M] [Exhibitionism] [Voyeur/Stalking] [Femboy Maids] [Handjob] [Blowjob]
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"Watch out!"
I didn't listen to my friend's warning, and ended up taking a nasty tumble.
I was used to climbing mountains, looking for birds. That's what I was doing that Saturday afternoon. I had spent a little too much looking up through binoculars and not enough looking down at my feet. End result? Me walking over the edge of a steep cliff. It had been a painful couple of hours, and then a boring couple of days in the hospital while they let the bones start to set and fitted me for a cast. It was good to finally be home, albeit in a wheelchair, to have some peace and quiet.
I was under doctor's orders to keep this cast on for at least six weeks. But that was fine - I had health insurance and an extended leave policy that I was taking full advantage of. And besides, who could get bored with a world's worth of information at their fingertips? The weather outside is all nasty and stormy right now anyways, and the middle of August was a pretty tough time to be outdoors in this part of the country. According to the people at the hospital, I should be back in walking shape by fall, and then it'll be time to get outdoorsy again. Wind and rain howled at the window as I stretched out at my desk and brought up social media.
*Ptoom* My computer screen abruptly went dark.
I picked up my phone off the desk and punched in my landlord's number. It seemed like she was busy. I tried again, 10 minutes later. Still busy. I finally managed to get through after about half an hour.
"Hi, this is F. T."
"Hey, Ms. Tate? This is Mr. Slief from room 806. My power went out about half an hour ago."
"Oh, Jackson? Yeah, you and everyone else," My landlord sounded exhausted, "It kinda seems like it's a building-wide thing."
"Um, any idea when it's going to be fixed?"
"Power company says a guy's gonna be coming by tomorrow to take a look. But I wouldn't count on having power back tomorrow."
"Ah, okay. Well, keep me informed."
"Will do. Anyways, I've gotta take another call." She hung up.
Well, crap.
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Six days into what was apparently going to be a three-week power outage, I was doing better than I would have expected. Sure, my phone died halfway into the first day, but I was able to set up a food delivery schedule while it was hovering around 30 percent. There was also a decent stock of trail food in the pantry, just in case the urge to go camping ever struck me.
Sure, it sucked not being able to use the internet, but I had discovered something maybe even better. I had tried for a day or two to see if I could find any city crows with my binoculars, but then I started looking down and realized that, hey, some of my neighbors in the apartment across the street were very interesting people.
A dude on the fourth floor who wore nothing but untucked flannel shirts was putting together a collection of classic soda bottles. He had a ton, and he had a ton stacked on a bookshelf. One time, though, I caught him sucking on one of those bottles after dark.
I could see into the kitchen of an older man who lived on the seventh floor, and he seemed to cook every dinner himself. He used peppers, okra, carrots, tofu and lots of other things, but I never once saw him cook meat. I did, however, see him stick an asparagus up his nostril on more than one occasion.
...And then there was this guy on the third floor. The first day I was looking out, I noticed him because he had long hair that was atypically straight for a guy. Normally when it gets that long they stop taking care of it. I kept watching for a while, and I noticed he had a pretty regular schedule. Every weekday, at around three hours before sundown, he would take off his clothes (normally he wore slacks and subdued collared shirts) and change into a maid outfit. This costume was a real legit thing - to put it on, he stripped down to a pair of black panties. The bulge was how I was sure he was a guy. Then he snapped on a pair of opaque white stockings, one at a time. A long-sleeved black dress with white cuffs went over his head, somehow not messing his hair with static at all. His cuffs were held together by a pair of gold buttons on each one, which he did up tightly. Once the dress was set, he would lace an apron around his waist and tie a ribbon around his collar. This guy was really good at tying knots, I guess. The whole routine usually took about 3 minutes from stockings to when he finished with his headband, after which he put on a thin-looking coat and left the apartment - I could see which way he usually went, but I couldn't follow him after he turned the corner. It got to the point where I made sure to watch him change every day. By the way, lately my cast has been getting itchy, and I've been scratching around my waist a lot...
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Time passed, and my leg recovered. Meanwhile, the power came back on in my building. It was nice to have internet, and hell I did need porn to vent some of that itch, but I kept watching my neighbors. Then the heat wave died down. Flannel shirt soda dude closed his window first. Old vegetarian did the same two days later. Only maid outfit guy kept getting changed in front of his open window, day after day. I kept watching, and now I knew he was getting changed at 5:40 PM. It got to the point where I got home from work and watched the clock as I ate, anticipating the five minutes of showtime I was going to get that night.
One night, after a particularly heavy shift, I came home with more of an appetite than usual. A minute or two before the usual time, I pointed my phone at his window and started recording. The session that evening was just as sexy as usual, and I masturbated myself to sleep watching the replay.
I woke up and realized that, hey, now's maybe a good time to stop. That conviction lasted a good twelve hours. Another backbreaking shift, and I was ready for my daily routine as soon as I got home. I couldn't wait, I had to get one off now. However, I was devastated to discover he had closed his curtains. Still, I couldn't stop staring and was rewarded when they slid open at 5:40PM, to reveal my window angel, shirtless with a key dangling from a chain around his neck. His crotch was covered in a pair of purple panties that showed a notable bulge.
I immediately grasped my dick with my right hand and started stroking. My left hand went for my balls, massaging them slowly. This might be my last chance - I wasn't about to waste it.
The guy in the window pulled on one stocking over his left leg, stretching it out. He sat on a chair and did the same for his right. I could have sworn his toes wiggled a little.
I grabbed my nearby bottle of lotion and squirted some out into my hand. My right hand worked more intensely. I inched towards the windowsill to get a better look.
He fondled his chest for a moment, then reached for the dress hanging over the chair. His hips swayed from side to side as he slid it over his head. Once it was on, he gave his head a quick shake to fix his hair, then buttoned up the sleeves.
I was stroking as fast as I could go, now. I rubbed my balls with sheer instinct. I was close to my limit.
He leaned over and exposed his panties through the skirt while lacing up his apron. Once he was set there, he straightened up and did a little twirl to pick up his headband, the last piece. Our eyes seemed to meet, just for a moment, as he finished donning that accessory.
A whirl of fear and lust clashed together inside me, and I climaxed, spraying the bed with arcs of white. I spaced out in the afterglow for several minutes.
When I came to, the cum had dried off and his curtains were closed. Did he look at me right then? Just my imagination, I'm sure.
...Still, I really should stop this.
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After that, the guy with the maid outfit's curtains stayed closed for three whole days. I knew it was none of my business, that I should stop, but I couldn't help but be curious.
So I went to the street near his building at a quarter 'til six one evening, and waited. I saw him walk out of the building at just after six. I followed him around the corner, keeping a good distance away. He kept going for four blocks, stopping and entering a back door to a place with a neon sign that read "Ronda's Parlor" hanging over the main entrance.
I've heard of these places from a friend, the call it a maid cafe. Never been to one myself, though.
...Should I walk in, give it a try?
As I was loitering around the back entrance, pondering that question, the door suddenly burst open. He was standing there in the doorway. His hair lashed to the right as he swung to look at me. Up close, he smelled like cinnamon. "Oh great, you're here! C'mon, get changed and get out there."
"I, buh, wha?" I was too surprised to respond. He grabbed me by the wrist and dragged me through the hallway, into a small changing room with a bench and lockers for about 10 people.
"My name's Senfa, and I'd like to do a legit intro, but we're really busy tonight. So, sorry, but you're gonna have to get right to work." He opened a locker and rooted around inside, tossing stockings, shoes, a dress, an apron over his back and onto my face. "That's all been measured to fit you, hurry up and get changed."
"I'm Jackson. Uh, I..." Still confused, I gathered the stuff into my arms. Then I tilted my head to one side. "But how do I put it on?"
"...Oh. Right. Ronda did say you had a different uniform at your last job. You know, the manager." He sighed, shrugging his shoulders. "Okay, fine. I'll help you get changed this one time. But you better remember, because I don't like babying older guys."
Senfa patted my elbows. "Arms up." He peeled off my T-shirt. "Sit down." I plopped my butt down on the bench.
"Now hold still." He got down beside me and reached towards the zipper on my pants.
"Uh, wait! I, uh..." My face was hot. This was a lot to take in, for both my head and my groin.
He glared up at me. "You want my help or not? Go ahead and try to get changed yourself. I'll watch."
I averted my face, which was now even redder. "...Please."
He clicked his tongue. "Whatever." When he unbuttoned my jeans and undid my zipper, there was nothing to hide the significant bulge in my underwear.
"Hey. Look at me. Hey!" He pointed at this. "Didn't Ronda tell you? Nobody here walks out with a bone in their skirt." He jabbed his finger pointedly at the floor. "Get that thing down now."
I shook my head. "I don't, I can't... I'm just, uh, up right now."
"So what?! You know how to whack it, right?" Senfa's brow was growing more and more furrowed.
"Yeah, but..." I really, really considered telling him that I wasn't the new hire he seemed to be expecting, but that would involve explaining why I was standing outside the door. "...ok."
I slid my penis through the gap in my boxers and gripped it with my right hand.
For his part, Senfa pulled out a napkin from his apron and tucked it in through his collar. "Hah! So you are gonna keep 'em on. Never seen another guy do it like that before." He rested his chin on curled palms and stared with curiosity maybe two inches away from my erect dick.
"Um, could you maybe watch from a little further away?"
"How about no?" There was that smoldering glare again. "In fact, how about you shut up and start jacking it?"
I didn't want him angrier. "Uh, ok."
I started to stoke my cock. "Ngh..."
"Heh, okay. You hold it like an old dude."
I changed my grip, and started to stroke a little bit faster. "Hn, nng!"
"Wow, it's true what they say. This ain't never pretty." I could feel his eyes on my cock, like he was sizing it up.
I needed more, needed to end this quickly. I spit on my right hand and added it to the mix "Hrg, ugh, rrGH!! Please..."
"Damn, somebody's desperate." He smirked. "But no. I'm staying right here. Do it."
"But...NG! I'm gonna cum!"
Senfa shrugged, "Yea, sure, go ahead."
I came, spraying his face with a full load. Most of the globs of pale white fluid fell on the napkin he had put on earlier. He licked his lips once, then wiped his face off with a second napkin. I was a little distracted by the afterglow, so I didn't see what he did with them. I came to when he smacked me lightly in the face.
"Wake up, it's uniform time." I stood, too drained to do anything but go along as he tucked my penis in a pair of soft white panties, snapped my legs in a pair of opaque white stockings, slid a black dress over my head, buttoned the sleeves tightly, laced an apron onto my waist, and tied a ribbon around my collar.
"That'll do it for the uniform. Your first job," He handed me a mop, smiling, and pointed at one of the few globs of white that had made it down to the floor, "will be cleaning the floor you just got dirty."
I hung my head, still red as a beet. "...ok."
He started walking out, but paused in the doorway and turned halfway back. I shuddered when he flashed a nasty smile. "I'm gonna check your apron after your shift. It better be just the way I tied it."
"Um, okay...?" I replied, confused.
After mopping up, there was still a smell. I put my hand into my apron pocket, and finally realized where he had put those napkins.
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Four hours in, my shift was not going well. There was a whole ritual to it, "Welcome home, Master!", the curtsies, the little hearts people wanted me to draw on their omelettes. I was stiff and awkward, pretty much like any other first day on the job. Thing is, most of the people who had handled my work training at other jobs were a lot nicer than Senfa apparently was. Every failure brought with it another public scolding.
I closed my eyes for a second, took a deep breath, and got back into it. Okay, I just have to carry a drink to table 4. Just one more hour, I can do-
*CRASH*
"What the HELL are you doing, newbie?"
I had completely failed to notice Senfa walking the other way, carrying a tray of his own. I gulped, afraid to look down. But I had to see.
He was sprawled out on the floor. One of the glasses on his tray had spilled all over his stockings, painting the white fabric with purple grape juice stains. He hefted himself upwards, giving me a glare that could melt iron.
"I, uh..." I took one step away, "I need to clean, um..."
Before I knew it, he was on his feet, and had a firm grip on my wrist. "You. Changing room. Now."
"I um..." I was trying very hard to make eye contact. My head slumped down. "Yes."
I followed Senfa to the changing room, dimly aware of what was happening. There was a *click* sound as he locked the door. He sat down on the bench in the center of the room, and pointed one finger down, towards his feet. "Sit."
"Okay." I sat down on the floor.
He thwacked me with his left leg. It looked like he was about to pop a blood vessel. "Not 'Okay'. Until we sort things out, I think you damn well better answer me with a 'Yes' when I tell you to do something."
"Um... Yes." I stared at the floor.
Senfa kicked off the shoes he was wearing. "So, grape juice on nylon, huh. These are some nasty stains. Ever tried to clean grape juice out of stockings once it's dry?" He raised an eyebrow.
"No, I haven't." I shook my head, embarrassed.
"Well, lucky for me, I'm not going to have to worry about that. You're going to clean them for me. I'm not," He wiggled his toes, "even going to take them off."
"Suck my toes, newbie."
"...yes."
"What?" He cupped his hand to his ear.
"Yes."
Senfa shoved his right toe in my face, "Make that a 'Yes, dear.' Then get to work."
"Yesh, dearf." I found the nearest purple spot on his stockings and started to suck. It tasted sweet and a little salty. I guess it was the sweat? I finished up and looked. The stocking was damp but white where I had put my lips.
The more experienced maid blinked, "Yeah, that's right, keep it going. I don't have all day."
I worked my way up his foot, then his leg. I was getting the hang of this. Just had to purse my lips and suck hard for a few seconds. At least I didn't have to use my tongue. The last patch of purple was near the bottom of his right thigh. My neck had to stretch to get there. But I got it, sucked it, and that was that. Alright, one more.
"Hn..." Senfa closed his eyes for a second, then smirked. "That was alright. But a little soft. I'm not here for lips-only." He extended his left leg. "Use your tongue this time, prick."
"Ug..." I gulped. "Yes, dear." I licked around his toes, encountering a little resistance as the nylon stretched against my tongue. I ran my tongue around Senfa's left foot, getting a feel for the different parts. His arch was particularly thick with sweat. His ankle was notably stiff around the tendon. I worked my way up his leg, licking up one stretch at a time. I tasted bare thigh as I was just about done.
"Oh, that is it." Senfa was flushed red. "Time to skim a little cream off the top." His hands reached into his dress and he pulled off his necklace with the key on it. He then lifted up his skirt and slide down his panties to reveal a penis encased in a pink plastic chastity belt. The key opened the lock, and now his meat was smack dab in front of me. "Now you can use your lips, newbie. I'll break every tooth that touches it, though. Suck me off."
It couldn't have been more than three inches long. "Yes, dear." That one was sincere, and came easier than I thought it would.
I put my lips around the tip of his cock. Trying to keep my teeth off was going to be a challenge, I started by rolling my lips around.
"Hnn..." Senfa grunted. "That's fine, but you can do better."
I wrapped my tongue around it, and let it come a little deeper into my mouth.
"Mmm, yeah. That's the way."
I slurped and sucked and slurped and sucked. There was a gradual escalation to my movements. Pre was coming out, and I wanted to taste more.
"Ohh yeah, that's nh, doin' it." Senfa grinned and bit his lip a little.
I kept going, thrusting my head back and forth, for a little while. More pre came, and his moans grew louder.
"Almost there, newbie!" He threw his head back. "Get, ah, ready!!"
"MmmMFF!!" Cum came gushing out of Senfa's cock, nailing me in the throat. I managed to hold most of it inside, but a few drops slipped out.
The smell was overwhelming in a different way from his stockings. My mouth was full of the stuff. I gulped it down, which just felt like the right thing to do.
For his part, he pulled out a napkin from his apron and started wiping around my lips. "A maid's gotta be clean. Even a klutzy one." There seemed to be a bit more warmth in that smile, somehow.
Senfa stood up and turned to check the clock on the changing room wall, "I'm getting back to work. Your shift's almost done, so you can go ahead and clock out for today." He grinned and licked his lips. "You'll be back for another shift. Same time tomorrow. Don't be late."
So, I just finished my first day at a maid cafe. And I guess I'll be coming back. "Yes, dear."
\~FIN\~
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Note 1: Long time lurking, first time posting! Hope I got the tags right.
Note 2: Thanks for reading my story! If you liked it at all, there's an [expanded 20k+ word version](https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1312956) for sale on smashwords. It's originally from 2020, and I wrote the expanded version over the course of last year. It's even illustrated, so you get to see just how smug/bratty Senfa looks.
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I [F] used to sit on my balcony and masturbate for a man in the next building
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So back when I \[F28\] was in college, I had an apartment downtown near my school. I was a few floor up and there was an office building directly across from me. Only one floor was tall enough to see onto my balcony, and that floor was a physical therapy office (at least I think). Every night, there was one guy that stayed later than everyone else. He seemed to be in his late 30s or early 40s and I've always had a thing for older guys. He'd spend an hour or so cleaning up or sitting on his phone.
As I mentioned, I was in college. I would've been 19 or 20 at the time. I have blonde hair, great boobs, and was pretty skinny in the waist without losing meat in my ass. I was reeeeally confident back then. I was also recently out of my parents' house and eager to explore.
One day, I was just sitting on the balcony scrolling through social media. I can't remember if I saw a hot guy that turned me on or what, but I started getting really horny. I'm wearing some really loose shorts and a sweatshirt and I started lightly rubbing my clit with my hands inside the sweatshirt pouch. As I was getting more and more turned on, I started staring at the guy in the office across the way. My exhibitionist side came out I guess, because soon enough I had taken my hands out and was using one to hold my shorts off to the side while my exposed pussy was getting a few fingers sliding inside.
It was so hot that he was right there. Until he looked directly at me. I freaked out a bit, closed my legs, and tried to act like nothing happened. But he smiled and gave me a thumbs up. That's all the permission I really needed. It was so taboo to my young self. I pulled my shorts off to the side again and went to town. My legs started shaking, my mouth is wide open, and this guy and I are making consistent eye contact. I wished so badly that he would've pulled his dick out, but I guess that's a little much to ask of someone who probably has cameras pointed at them in their office. I came and then got pretty embarrassed and went inside. I smiled at the guy first though.
It happened a few more times after that. The most memorable was when I brought a dildo out with me. I had a little glass coffee table out there so I stuck it on that, took all of my clothes off, and he got to watch me hop up and down on my dildo while facing him. He would watch intently the entire time and I loved every second of it.
Eventually, I got a boyfriend and stopped but we'd still smile at each other every now and then it we caught eyes.
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Another Play Night Pt. 1 of 5 [M/F] [20s-40s] [GFE} [Talk of Role Play] [DD/LG] [Nurse] [Teasing] [Intro/Setup]
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Sequel to: [Play Night](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/zns5p3/play_night_part_1_of_7_mf_20ish40ish_roleplay/)
Another Play Night Part 1 of 5: Freaky Friday (Adventure Awaits! Huzzah!)
Just as I’d gotten to the part in *John Dies at the End* where Amy uses her ghost hand to turn the ghost knob in the dead mall, I heard a familiar sound just outside the front door. I glanced at my phone to see that it was about that time when she usually got home on a Friday. I pulled myself away from my book and started messing with my phone, trying to keep my hands busy and my mind occupied in order to dampen any appearance of excitement about what night it was. The door blew open with the smell of ice and smoke from neighbors finally getting some use out of their fireplaces. I got up as she blustered in and closed the door quickly to keep the heat in, carrying some bags in addition to her purse.
“No peaking! She yelled as she rushed past me into the bedroom to secret away whatever Christmas presents she’d picked up, or possibly something else, and lightly brushed her butt up against my crotch accidentally on the way.
This was her Play Night, and she’d maintained the tradition of saving the surprise for the night of. Ever since ‘That Night,’ as we’d come to colloquially call it, she’d begun developing her own plans for these special occasions, becoming more adventurous in leaps and bounds. The events that had transpired seem to have affected her more than I could have imagined.
I had been more than a little surprised when she told me one morning that she’d come up with her first idea and to be ready at the end of the week. The stunned look on my face made her respond with a, “What? Is that against the rules or something?” I heartily assured her that she was free and very much encouraged to come up with whatever she wanted to, it was just that up to that point she’d seemed to leave the planning entirely up to me.
Her first foray wasn’t all that surprising, but was very enjoyable none the less. Some DD/LG where she came in to the bedroom wearing nothing but an over sized My Little Pony shirt and pigtails. She crawled into bed with me, complaining about having a bad dream. After some snuggling and reassurances, the accidental touches and funny feelings lead to exploration and questions about where babies came from. Before long she was asking what it felt like to make them and wanted to just try it for a second, leading to the slippery slope of ‘just the tip’ and ‘maybe just a little more’ until I was moving in her. Her exaggerated gasps and whimpers were unexpected, having become accustomed to more reservation in her role play. But this time she embraced the part, looking up at me with expressions that made me stir inside her.
The night continued with her asking to try different things ‘for the first time’ and impressing me even more with her dedication to the performance. We kept it up until we were both exhausted and pleasantly mindless. Later she told me that she’d done some ‘research’ in various fetish forums and story posts, finding what she liked, what she didn’t, and actually taking some notes that she had been squirreling away to keep me from catching on.
I accidentally spoiled her second Play Night when I stumbled on a stethoscope when we were getting ready one morning. She was so upset that I’d uncovered her planned ‘Night Shift Nurse’ idea that she would have called the whole thing off if I hadn’t pleaded with her to continue with it. Again, she embraced her role, making sure that my view of her incredible cleavage and freshly shaved thighs in her nurses uniform gave me a hard on that needed to be taken care of immediately and by any means necessary. Unfortunately for the patients health, the erection kept *somehow* returning and needing to be dealt with in a variety of ways, including a new, clear pink cock sleeve that she’d snuck into the home at some point for ‘medicinal purposes’. She somehow managed to drain me four times that night before I couldn’t get it up any more. Luckily she had a home sleep remedy that included licking the wetness from her throbbing pussy.
She returned to the living room, removing her puffy coat and beanie before rushing into my arms. It appeared that whatever she was planning had her in an energetic mood as she kissed me hard on the lips, grabbing my face, before looking me in the eyes.
“Hey there,” she smiled up at me. I returned the greeting with equal happiness on my face, genuinely glad to see her. She kissed me again before walking over to hang up her winter attire. She tugged off her sweater, giving me a glimpse of her soft tummy as her shirt rode up. The peak of bare skin beneath all her layers and a hint of lacy undergarment gave my little voyeuristic whims a tug. Along with the anticipation for the coming adventure, it made me want to slide my hand up under her shirt and grope her tits, getting her nice and wet before bending her over the couch and taking her. But I shook the urge off, assuming that she wanted me good and pent up for what she had planned and knowing that she was probably a little worn out from the week, among other reasons.
After dropping her sweater on the couch, she stretched, giving me another glance of what was just beneath her shirt, before asking, “So what do you wanna do for dinner? And don’t say ‘whatever’!” I’d also noticed an increase in assertiveness recently as well, but at the moment I was more interested in the way her tight shirt accentuated the roundness of her breasts being pushed up by her bra. After hashing out what to order, she went to the bathroom to shower and do her other lady unmentionables while we waited for the food to arrive.
She took a little longer than usual before returning from the bedroom just as I got done tipping the driver in cash (giving him the option to forget to report it on his income taxes, or to his employer) wearing the very same over sized shirt from a few play nights ago and some sweatpants. I couldn’t tell if this was a deliberate reminder or not, since it wasn’t like she had never worn the shirt since then. The sight did continue to conjure memories, however. The feeling was enhanced by her pressing up against my side, running her hand over my back and smiling up at me innocently, “Man, I’m ready to eat, what about you?” I suddenly felt her hand slide up the back of my shirt slightly, brushing delicately over the skin and giving me goosebumps. I swallowed and agreed, taking the food into the kitchen to get it separated out.
While eating, my mind kept wandering to her body. I couldn’t stop myself from starring every time she reached across the table to snatch something off my plate, giving me a flash down the top of her shirt to her unrestrained breasts hanging temptingly. Forgetting to chew when she brought her leg up and hugged it against her chest, causing her snuggle pillows to press together and visibly shift under the loose fabric. I was starting to think she was deliberately teasing me when she ‘accidentally’ knocked something off the counter while getting more water and had to bend over right in my face, giving me an excellent view of her pants stretching around her fantastic ass.
For some reason, I tried to hide my now full erection from her as we retired to the couch to let the food digest a bit. If she hadn’t noticed by then, she must have when her hand brushed over the tip as she reached around me to get the remote. She didn’t react, however, sitting back with her head on my shoulder while she switched on some music to relax to.
She lean leaned against the arm of the couch and laid her leg across my lap as she reached over to the side table to grab her phone that had been charging (again, sliding directly across my now aching cock). I caught a whiff of something so faint I couldn’t quite place it at first. I rested my hand on her leg and caressed it casually, my eyes roaming until I saw the source of the scent, a small but noticeable wet spot between her legs, dark against the gray.
She was intentionally fucking with me. She had to be. Was this a part of what she had planned or was she just taking the opportunity to get me riled up? Either way, it was working. I wanted her so bad in that moment, to pull down those juice speckled sweats and go in with my mouth, burying my face in her while she squeezed my head with her amazing thighs. Shit, at this point I was turned up enough that I was ready to climb on top and just slide in since she was clearly more than ready for me. I twitched involuntarily against her leg at the thought of how warm she would feel around me.
I snapped out of it when she seemed to notice me starring. “Something up, baby?” I wanted to say, ‘Yeah, me!’ but just shook my head and acted like I had been looking around for my phone. I wasn’t sure why I brushed it off like that. I decided I just didn’t want to let on that I was aware of what she was on about, knowing how much she enjoyed the big reveal.
Or was she pretending? Her oblivious shtick was almost too good to be an act. Maybe she was still unwinding from work and really didn’t catch on that she was driving me crazy with her little touches and slips. Her big shirt was now hanging off one shoulder, giving me that sense of peaking at something I wasn’t supposed to.
I cleared my throat and tried ask nonchalantly what was up for tonight, knowing that she wasn’t going to tell me this early, but hoping that it would expedite the process. She casually shrugged her bare shoulder and said, “You’ll see,” not showing any expression as the loud tapping sound of her nails her screen filled the air along with the music. Now she was gently rubbing her leg up against my hand (and my crotch) without moving her attention from the game she was playing. Maybe she was just fishing for a foot rub?
Unfortunately, when I began rubbing her toes, she started moaning (not what I intended) and pressed her calf harder against me, squeezing my shaft between her and my body. I felt a wet spot form on my boxers at the tip as the move pushed a little pre-cum out of me. At least now we kind of matched. She continued to moan and started writhing like I was fingering her, the leg pinning me to myself moving up and down, stroking me. I was having to bite my lip to keep from joining her groans when she removed her leg and sat up.
“Okay, done with that level. Come on, lets get going.” She hopped up from the couch and took my hands, nearly dragging me into the bedroom to reveal what was in store for me in what would turn out to be a very long night.
Continued in [Part 2: The Memory is Just Out of Reach (There’s Trickery Afoot)](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/10jhvog/another_play_night_pt_2_of_5_mf_20s40s_gfe_fdom/)
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[M/s] An Update from a While Ago
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Hey everyone, it's been a few years since I've posted here. Of course this is an alt account, so I don't check it every day. I have gotten a few questions over the years, thought I'd just update my situation because I get some messages about it. If you don't know or remember me, you can click on my profile and read my previous posts.
So I still live at home with my Mom, just the two of us. For the most part our relationship is about as mother/son as it gets. I don't treat her like a girlfriend or anything like that, but she will occasionally do things that she knows turns me on. For example on my birthday, she made me breakfast wearing only a lacey bra and underwear with an apron on. Got some birthday BJ with those pancakes. On Mother's Day, I was anormal son to her for the most part. Got her flowers, a gift, took her out for dinner, but I ate her out right after her shower.
I've gotten to the point where I've talked to her about some fetishes. One of them being dirty pictures of her. She's agreed for me to take some, but she doesn't want them saved digitally, so I literally babe a photo album with nudes of her. That treasure is stashed away in my basement. She's also seen some of the porn/hentai I've watched and asked me if I wanted her to so that. She specifically walked in on me watching some MILF getting spit roasted. She's told me that she's down to do that with my best friend, buuuuuttt I haven't quite pulled the trigger one that. She's seen my CnC tendencies, so she's entertained that for me too. 100% consentual I should add and she's enjoyed that she's become the object of my lust and likes the animalistic fucking every so often.
Anyway, sorry if this post was boring, was just posting an update, have a weekend planned out with her in a couple of weeks if people are interested in hearing about that later on.
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I got pegged by my sister in law Wilda
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My wife told me I needed to go to her sister's house, Wilda, to do a little work around her house. I don't mind, she's attractive and has marvelous feet. I'm a foot guy and hers are really nice.
I get over there and she's in short shorts, a tank top and barefoot. I can't keep my eyes off of her feet. I have to put in a new bathroom faucet and she's watching me and she seems to be teasing me with her feet. I think she saw me staring but I'm not sure.
Once I was done, she fixed me some lunch and we sat in her living room. I swear she was still teasing me with her feet but this time, she caught me and called me out.
"I see you staring at my feet. I know you have a thing for feet. Want to touch them, rub them, suck my toes?"
I instantly get hard and simply nod my head yes. She snaps her fingers and points to the floor in front of her. I move in front of her and she tells me to beg to touch her feet. I have no problem doing it and I start to grovel. She laughs at me and tells me to rub them. I touch her feet for the first time and I'm in heaven. I rub, caress and smell her feet and it wonderful.
I beg her to suck her toes. She looks at me and says, "if you suck my toes, I get to peg you." I flinch for a second. I knew she was kinky but not this much. I nod yes again and put her big toe in my mouth. I alternate between toes and feet. I'm so hard, it's hurting. I make it worse, she starts moaning as I'm sucking her toes.
She let's me do this for a couple of minutes before she tells me to stop. I look up at her and she's smiling. "Let's go to the bedroom and I want you naked as soon as we get in there," my sister in law says with authority. I quickly get up and follow her. I start undressing as I walk behind her. I'm not even thinking that she's going to see my hard cock, let alone peg me. I'm just hoping she'll let me touch her feet again.
When I get into her room, I pull my pants and boxers off and stand there naked and hard. She looks at me and says, "I see why my sister married you, you have a nice cock. Now, get on the bed on your hands and knees and face the wall and don't turn around." She was very demanding so I quickly done what she said.
I can hear her getting undress and get some out of a drawer. I had never seen my sister in law naked and I was hard thinking of seeing her. Hopefully she'll let me see her and have her feet again. I feel her get onto the bed.
"Stay still. I'm going to go easy on you to start."
I felt her grab my butt checks and spread them. I hear a lube bottle open then I feel a cold, wet finger on my asshole. I jump a little and she smacks my ass. "I told you to be a good boy," she says. I simple say, "yes miss."
I feel her slip a finger in and it feels good. My dick twitches as she moves her finger around. She pulls it out and I hear the lube bottle again. She put one hand on my ass and I feel something bigger poking my hole. It slips in and I wince some. She pushes farther. It's uncomfortable but also feels good. I feel her legs on my butt cheeks snd I know hers all in.
"Good boy, now it's time to get pegged."
She pulls back then slams into me. I yelp in pain and pleasure. She starts slow then picks up the pace. I'm used to it now and it feels good.
"You like this don't you brother in law. You like your sister in law pegging you. If you cum for me, I'll let you suck my toes again and I'll be naked."
I could tell what she was doing. She knew the spot to hit in my ass. Within a couple of minutes, I could tell I was going to cum. Without anything touching my cock, I start to cum. I watch as the largest load I've ever shot came out of me. I didn't think I'd ever stop cumming.
Wilda kept pumping into me and I needed her to stop. After I came, the enjoyment was gone. It was starting to be painful.
"Please stop Wilda, it's uncomfortable."
"Look over to the side bro."
I look over at the door and I see my wife standing there.
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[S/B] Talking in Bed
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Hi everyone. Im just writing a quick thing because me and my brother talked together last night for a long time about us and Valentines Day and our relationship and i kinda wanna vent. Were both over 18
So yeah. We were watching a movie on my bed until mom went to sleep and when she did we got under the covers to go to sleep ourselves.
Kinda out of nowhere he asked if i was still totally sure about doing it and I said yeah and i laughed a little because weve both said yes like a hundred times now but he was pretty serious and he said he just wanted me to make sure im 100% sure about it because he said theres no going back once we do it. I said i know.
He sounded a little like nervous so i told him that i love him and that made him happier lol. We talked about after valentines day what birth control i should use and we think ill just ask my mom to get me pills to go on through my doctor and well just tell her its to help with my periods. We also talked about how we cant do it when anyone is home obvi and not even when mom is sleeping just in case.
We talked a little about more private stuff i dont wanna share but we agreed on everything and kissed and said goodnight. After a little bit he asked me if i wanted us to go to marriage in the future and i said yeah and that i thought that was our plan and he said he wants that too. He promised that hell make it work which was pretty cute but yeah it was nice to hear.
So yeah idk. We talked about a lot more stuff but most of that i dont wanna share so ill just post this stuff. Thank you for supporting me. You guys have been very nice most of the time!
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A pretty open minded friend [25F] teased me to blow her man [28M]
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Last week I (21F) visited my friend's (25F) apartment where we had a few drinks in her room. It's worth noting that we've always been quite open about our sexual experiences. During our conversation, she mentioned that her boyfriend (28M) had an impressive package. She asked if I wanted to see a picture, to which I agreed, and she showed me. I acknowledged that it looked nice and asked about the size, to which she replied 7.5 inches and emphasized its thickness. I complimented her boyfriend and she then asked me with a smirk if I would like to taste it. Initially, I thought she was joking, but then realized she was serious. I asked if she was okay with it, and she told me to wait while she went to the living room to ask her boyfriend if he was interested in receiving oral sex from me. After a while, she returned and informed me that he was willing to go ahead, and suggested that we undress. We were still in her room, and I started taking off my clothes. Once I was naked, she said "Okay, let's do it."
We made our way to the living room where her boyfriend was lounging on the couch wearing only boxers. My friend told him with the words "Well, here you go," and took a seat beside him. Just to clarify, my friend is straight and we did not do a threesome or anything. She was merely there to watch. I knelt before him and began rubbing his penis through his underwear, causing him to quickly become erect. I removed his boxers and was impressed to see that his penis looked even bigger than it did in the pictures. I stroked him and began by putting my lips on his balls and sucking while continuing to stroke. After a while, I started sucking his penis, and he began feeling my breasts and squeezing them. Eventually, I took his entire penis down my throat and went faster. After a few minutes, I felt his penis pulsing, and he started to ejaculate. He came in my mouth while I was still sucking, and I swallowed it. I continued to blowjob him until he was soft again. I got dressed and we stayed in the living room. He thanked me and my friend told me that she couldn't even make him cum that quickly. We chatted for a while, but it was getting late, so I decided to walk home. Overall, I found the experience to be incredibly enjoyable, hot, and spontaneous, and I hope to get another session with him soon.
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Bridal Photographer (M39, FF23, ff, mff, reluctant, orientation kink, bride, impregnation - 1,171 words)
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**BRIDAL PHOTOGRAPHER**
Story by All These Roadworks (2023).
*Desiree and Phaedra hire a world-class photographer for their lesbian wedding - until they discover he expects to document their wedding night, too...*
**Author's Note**: For avoidance of doubt, this story is fiction, and all characters are over the age of 18.
If you enjoy this story, you can support its creation with the purchase of e-books or memberships at my creator site, [AllTheseRoadworks.com](https://www.AllTheseRoadworks.com). (Plus read lots more free stories!)
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Desiree and Phaedra wanted only the best for their lesbian wedding, so they insisted on world-famous photographer Frederick Molles to capture their ceremony in pictures.
They had to sign a special contract to get him, which gave him exclusive rights to document every aspect of their happy day, and they had to pay a small fortune to retain him, but they were sure it was all worth it.
On the day, everything was perfect. The ceremony was flawless, the reception was a joy, and as midnight came around, the happy newlyweds went to leave in their rented limousine.
The problem came when the photographer, Molles, tried to join them in the vehicle.
"What do you think you're doing?" demanded Desiree.
"Coming with you," said Molles. "The wedding isn't over yet. We still have the wedding night."
“I don’t think so,” sneered Phaedra.
“It’s right here in your contract,” said Molles. “I have the exclusive right to document every aspect of your wedding. And while state law is now wonderful enough to allow lesbian weddings, it still contains an old-fashioned clause specifying that the wedding is only complete when the marriage is consummated.” He paused, and then added, “In case you’re too young to understand that word, it means the wedding isn’t over until you fuck.”
“You can’t be serious!” exclaimed Desiree.
“Absolutely I am,” said Molles. “I don’t know how much you think it costs to get a world-class photographer to cover your wedding, but you got a substantial discount on me because the contract was all-inclusive. If I don’t get to photograph you fucking, you’ll owe me another three million dollars - both for the proper cost of today’s event, and for the other opportunities I passed up to be here tonight.”
The girls quailed. They couldn’t afford even a quarter of a million dollars, let alone three million. And the authoritative and confident way that Molles was speaking left them in no doubt that what he was saying was the unvarnished truth. They \*had\* contracted for this.
And so they let him into their limousine, and took him up to their hotel room, and then, blushing with humiliation and shaking with nervousness, they began to undress for him, as he used his camera to document every part of their shame.
Then they climbed onto the bed and began to explore each other’s bodies. It wasn’t their first time having sex - they were modern girls, after all - but it was certainly their first time having sex in front of a man, and their first time being photographed while doing so.
Desiree was sure it would be terribly awkward - but she noted with surprise that Phaedra’s nipples were hard, her face flushed with more than just embarrassment - and when her hands descended to Phaedra’s pussy, she found her new wife so wet that her merest touch made her hands come away dripping with cunt-slime.
“Are you… aroused by this?” she asked her wife.
Phaedra just blushed and looked away.
“Is it… him?” asked Desiree. “Are you turned on by a man watching?”
“No,” said Phaedra, quietly. “It’s the embarrassment. It’s not being in control. I can’t help it. When I’m treated like a slut, or an object, I just get… like this…”
And suddenly Desiree was wet too, because this was exactly what she had always wanted from Phaedra, and never dared to ask for. It was Phaedra’s blush, her shyness, that had first attracted Desiree, and to hear her confess to a desire to be humiliated and objectified was Phaedra’s fondest wish.
Her own reluctance vanished, and she took every opportunity to display her wife for the enjoyment of Molles, telling Phaedra to spread her pussy for the nice man, to pout for the camera, to let the man see her tits and her anus. Each new request took Phaedra to new heights of humiliation - and when Desiree noted that Phaedra’s pussy was leaving visible wet patches on the bedcovers, that only made her more ashamed - and more wet.
This foreplay ended with both girls being completely overcome with lust, and eagerly beginning to lick at each other’s pussies as Molles documented the whole scene.
Finally, Desire rolled off her wife’s naked body, after having enjoyed four orgasms from her wife’s tongue, and having given Phaedra five in return.
“What will you do with these photos?” she asked Molles.
“Well, they will go in your official wedding photo book,” said Molles, “and in your contract you asked for a copy of that book to go to every guest. And I intend to display them in my next public exhibition, entitled ‘Bridal Lust’. It will be held at the national gallery and I expect that well over two million people will see the photos.”
“You can’t,” whispered Desiree, horrified.
‘I can’,” said Molles. “It’s in the contract.” He smiled. “But how about I make you a little wager?”
“What is it?” asked Desiree.
He motioned to his pants - where a raging erection is visible. “You’ve been quite the cockteases tonight,” he said. “The wager is this. You let me fuck the both of you until I ejaculate inside you. You’re lesbians, so I assume this will be horrible for you - and indeed, if neither of you respond to my penetration, you will win the wager and I will delete the photos I have just taken.”
He unzipped his pants and took out his cock. “But if either of you orgasm from my cock, then I do just as I have said with the photos, and distribute them to your guests, and exhibit them in a gallery.”
Desiree stared at the cock, entranced. She \*was\* a lesbian. She didn’t want to fuck a man. But she couldn’t have those photos of her licking her wife’s pussy go to her family, and friends, and…
“All right,” she agreed. And she turned around and raised herself onto all fours, presenting her pussy for the photographer to fuck.
As it turned out, Molles had a fair bit of stamina, and managed to fuck them both for close to an hour, taking turns in each of their vaginas, before finally ejaculating into Phaedra’s cunt.
And as it turned out, they weren’t very good lesbians, because Phaedra orgasmed three times - the last being when Molles spurted his sperm up her fuckhole into her unprotected womb, and Desiree came twice, the first being when Molles first forced his cock inside her.
So as it turned out, all their friends and family \*did\* see the photos. The consolation, at least, was that Phaedra was sopping wet from humiliation for six months, and it resulted in some very excellent sex for the newlyweds.
And when Phaedra turned out to be pregnant, everyone knew who the father was, and how it had happened.
They invited Molles back to document the pregnancy. It only seemed fair. And they began it by letting him fuck Desiree repeatedly, so that the girls could be pregnant together.
(END)
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High School Sex Video
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When I was in high scool I was experimenting with video and still sex photography, part of my dream to become an adult film actor. A classmate I knew asked me to video him and his girl friend fucking and I agreed. Both were bronzed muscular athletic Adonises, and as the non-stop athletic videoing and fucking progressed I got super aroused nursing a raging boner in my shorts, complete with pre- cum stain spot. G/F spotted the obvious, told b/f she wanted me and was he was fine with it, so I put down the camera and took off my shirt and shorts and my rigid boner popped out like a spring loaded lever. Both looked at it and went something like holy shit you're huge. G/F asked to touch it (sure, you want me to put this in you, touching it's not an issue) and said she heard really big guys can't get hard. I said to go ahead, she grabbed it couldn't get her hand around it but said "Hey, you're like a rock!" B/F said "Let me" and I had two people fondling my dick. I was now so aroused it was almost painful, and I told them I gotta fuck real bad. The G/F just rolled on her back saying "here you go". She was obviously aroused and wet and so I just climbed on with no foreplay needed and shoved my rigid cock into her slowly until I hit bottom, then start aggressive thrusting while her moans and hip twisting increased in tempo. Maybe 20 thrusts later she arched her back and cried out I'm cumming" and feeling her clench and cry out set me off and I emptied my nuts in an epic load inside her. We lay there panting for a few minutes and I pulled out. B/F was hard again and stroking. Now he's already came in her two times and I was third, so since he was ready to go again I suggested filming him lapping up all the loads of spunk after fucking her again. They liked that, so after he fucked her I framed him eating her out looking down with his shoulders and head in the bottom left, her spread-legged and his tongue clearly lapping up all that creamy goodness. I hadn't dressed, got aroused all over again and was rock hard erect. Suddenly I orgasmed and came, pumping ropes of goo across his head and her crotch. In the camera you just saw him eating then the repeated ropes shooting out from the bottom of the frame landing across his head and her pussy until I was spent. They thought it was funny. Years later they still bring it up, and years later I still get hard when they do.
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[S/S] The Sisters Grimm: A Rather Eventful and Highly Exhibitionistic Weekend (Update 23)
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As always, pre-post announcement for our Q&A, coming soon on the profile, feel free to ask us anything and we shall include a variety of questions. Also my sister is considering getting a Reddit profile of her own (finally), so if that comes to fruition then I will leave a user link after our introductions. This story features a **lot** of smut so buckle up for this one.
Disclaimer: This story features G/G, G/G/G, and B/G content. The themes of this story feature heavy exhibitionism and public sex, threesomes, cuckold, play-fighting and domination, and consensual voyeurism. Our names are Marina (31 - author, narrator) and Alexa (30 - Logs onto her Discord like once a week to apologize to her friends for not speaking that much, then disappears for another week). Yes, we are actual sisters. No, we do **not** want your dick pics, your brother's dick pics, or your dad's dick pics (You'd be surprised at how many people send me messages of family members' junk).
**All sexual acts were performed by fully consenting adults aged 18+. Remember, consent is sexy.**
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"Go on, kiss her again," our partner egged us on. She stole my side of the bed, the bitch. It was a calm, peaceful Saturday morning until she decided to call because she wanted to invade. She bribed us with a tube of cookie dough. To be honest, I've sucked dick for far less so I eagerly accepted. It's been about an hour and I was sweating like a fucking pig, sandwiched in between two sets of boobs, my sister to my left and this lady to my right. Of all occupations, she worked at our dentist's office. We got her in bed because at one of our appointments, Alexa was kind enough to bring her a cup of her favorite coffee. She thought it was remarkable that we remembered (we didn't, we just wrote it down on a notepad but don't tell her that) and then repaid our kindness by letting us finger her in my Jeep.
I know, we're so classy.
Anyway, long story short, we had a great threesome but we thoroughly tired her out. So now she was simply content to watch. Her massive, natural tits slumped over as she rolled on her side and watched us rubbing and making out, filming our sordid escapade for her own use later on. She wasn't the only one with a phone, of course, both Alexa and I were sexting friends pretty much the whole time (some days we just be like that). After she'd gotten about 8 or 9 minutes of footage of our tongues rolling together, I finally got up, still panting and sweating, and went onto MS Flight Sim to calm down. Yes, I am now thoroughly addicted.
So here I am, sitting butt-naked with my sister under our electric blanket, save for only our socks. And she starts having some rather intrusive thoughts.
Basically what's been going on is that she's been having workplace difficulties, the details of which are her business. And it's been hard on the both of us. For her, just dealing with the constant stress and anxiety of her job is obvious enough. But for me, it's in seeing her slump that low. It stresses me out to no end that my soulmate is struggling and I can't do anything about it. It makes me feel helpless, and more to the point, like I'm a bad and undeserving girlfriend. I know that's not true, but when you have clinical depression, it's hard to keep your brain from constantly telling you that you're a failure. Meh, it's just part of the baggage.
It's the next day now. Alexa had gotten up at about 5AM in a cold sweat and practically in tears. She subsequently woke me up and explained to groggy Marina all about certain issues that are her business. Basically she had a massive panic attack. I felt terrible, and knew she was in pain. So I did the sensible thing and hugged her and listened to her explain as she finally started to calm down. It made me feel somewhat better, in a roundabout sort of way. Like I had a sense of purpose, like I was helping her process these things. It was undeniably still very heavy. But at least I was being a good girlfriend. Or trying to be, anyway.
Her anxiety and my depression generally don't mix. I mentioned before that we had a hiatus of several years, that's why. I was in a really bad place at the time, and my depression simply took over and ruined my relationship. I would give anything, *anything*, to keep her from finding that space, herself. And thank God she came back that morning. She looked and sounded so helpless and vulnerable. It was truly an awful start for the both of us. And aside from my own feelings of inadequacy, I'm just glad that she's alright.
Anyway, instead of us continuing to beat ourselves up for no good reason, we needed something more constructive. We needed fresh air. And we needed to get back into a forward gear. Ultimately, this was gonna be a day for us. And to begin, I decided to take her out to lunch. It's a calm, cozy Sunday morning, after all. So, we got dressed and got some udon stir-fry at a Japanese restaurant before heading to a local park to have a bit of prayer and reflection on what's been going on recently. It was nice just to get out of the house and take in the sights and sounds, finally detaching from our own mental instabilities, temporary as that might be. Truthfully, we have a long couple of months ahead of us, though we'll get through it together, I have no doubt.
We headed home after about an hour's walk and put our legs up to relax for a bit, but we're not done yet, not by a long-shot. It's been a hell of a week, mentally speaking. And now that we're more relaxed and in a better state to enjoy ourselves, it was time for us to go out on the hunt. My sister and I were both feeling very exhibitionistic still, certainly horny, and decided to check out a bit of the nightlife for the first time in a good long while. For this, we enlisted the help of a friend of ours, an immigrant from Germany, who knew of a local nightclub. And as we all know, immigrants from Germany know the best nightclubs for some reason, it's like they're moths attracted to street lights or something.
To go on the hunt, we needed appropriate attire, of course. For me, I wore a dress -- well I say "dress" but it was really just a mesh covering. Well I say "covering" but it didn't actually cover anything. It was essentially a nude body harness with a thin mesh, more or less a transparent strappy black tube dress. Although I *did* actually wear a thong this time. Look at me being all conservative (let's gloss over the fact that my tits were totally exposed). Alexa, on the other hand, wore actual pants that covered up her lady bits! *Wow!* And then wore pasties and a thong that both said "Fuck me" on them. Again, real classy outfits with the Sisters Grimm.
Look, I never said we were particularly subtle, okay?
We were due to arrive at 10PM, so we finished putting on our makeup and accessories and did a little photoshoot at about 9 when our German friend arrived. And then, and of *course* then, my body decides to have some narcolepsy. I passed out, fully dressed like a proper street-walker, sitting up on the couch for an hour, and when I woke up my neck was on fire. Meanwhile the first thing I see when I got up was German, playing MSFS with Alexa because, apparently, he's a plane nerd as well.
*Great,* so my girlfriend who's also my sister was stolen by my girlfriend's girlfriend the other day. Who then also stole my side of the bed. On Sunday, my sister / girlfriend's boyfriend stole her from me. Who's also my boyfriend. Keeping up? Yes? Good. Right.
I looked over and there's my sister just casually giving this dude a handjob, her pants already off. "Oh, you're awake!" she greeted me. Yeah yeah, get your Skyrim jokes out of the way.
"Grr... indeed I am," I groaned, "Flying with the joystick, I see?"
"Hah!" Alexa chuckled, "Yes, and a mighty fine one at that." Fine, indeed, his particular member stood at attention at a nice solid 8ish inches or 20cm, curving up slightly -- our favorite shape, because it just slightly combs the G-spot on each thrust. "Great, so are you ready to go out?" she asked.
"One minute," I said, motioning her to come into the bedroom with me. We left him alone for a bit and had a conversation in private at this point. "Look, no offense, but I got a headache and kind of just want to spend the night in, if that's okay..."
"Yeah, sure, of course," Alexa reassured me, "Are you alright?"
"Yeah, no, it's just been a long weekend and I'm just not really feeling it... Look, why don't you two just go out and enjoy yourselves, I'll be here, alright?"
"*No,"* Alexa shot back, "Why do you think I'd just leave you here, are you insane? I'm not gonna have fun like that."
We debated for a little bit before I finally just accepted it. She's right. I think it's more important for me now to be with my sister. She needs that support and love, and it's my job as her girlfriend to be her rock for times like this, and to be kind and understanding and--
Yeah, *no,* I took some aspirin, threw on some boots and a jacket, and quit whining like a bitch. Although yes, of course she needs all of that stuff from me. And I'm happy to provide that and more to her. But you know what pairs well with intimacy and tenderness, is loud EDM music and strippers.
This place was a proper banger, too. Okay, they weren't strippers, they were poledancers, but still. My sister and I were absolutely pent-up and horny, and thankfully we weren't the only ones there dressed like absolute sluts. That said, unlike many people there, we didn't exactly need any orally-ingested motivation to act on our more base impulses. We spent a large majority of the next hour grinding on each other instead of sitting at the bar, utterly bewitched by the sounds, smells, and sights of the horny mass of people that was *this* close to turning into one giant orgy right there on the dance floor.
It only took about 10 or 15 minutes before my sister, grinding her beautiful ass against me, turned around and we instantly started groping and making out. Much to many guys' delights, I'm sure, as we were given cheers throughout and decided to take our affairs someplace a *little* bit more private. Not *too* private, mind you. But German *did* have a VIP pass. So we headed on into the lounge and quickly got a bit more hands-on.
"So, how do you two like the place?" German asked over the booming bass emanating through the walls. Thankfully this place was a good hour and change away from our house, so we knew nobody there. Not that it really mattered all that much, incest is legal where we live, after all. But still, I don't exactly feel like getting harassed. Remember, even if you're an exhibitionist, *always* be safe about it and do it in the proper venue with friends.
Of course, being in an open booth, pretty soon we attracted some prying eyes. We weren't exactly paying attention, mind you. Both of our tits were just out and about anyway, my sister with her pasties and me with my -- well, nothing but mesh, really. And by the end of the hour, our tongues were doing far more dancing than our bodies had ever bothered. We were less in the mood for EDM jams and more in the mood for putting on a show of our own. Certainly a less sweaty show as well, which is a plus.
And put on a show, we did, eagerly so, I might add. For about 10 minutes, we made out and rubbed and massaged one another through our panties, parting them a couple times, eliciting gasps from several onlookers, before we finally left with our German escort. Much to the chagrin of onlookers, I'm sure, though likely a one or two lucky ones captured some footage. I'm sure they'll be having fun later. For us, we were in more of a hurry to finish what we started.
My sister and German were in the back seat, with her giving him a nice, loving blowjob and occasionally breaking my concentration as I caught brief glimpses under passing street lights. He came good and proper at least once, I wasn't paying enough attention to tell if he came again, but by the time we got home, he was absolutely ready for Round 2. Except this time, he wasn't gonna let either myself or Alexa do anything. No, this time, he told us, "I want to watch you two." Apparently spurred on by our fun times at the club, he'd gotten in the mood for some proper voyeurism. After texting his boyfriend for the go-ahead to stay longer than planned, he grinned and asked us to have at it. Naturally, we were only too happy to oblige his request.
I climbed up on top of her, taking a few naughty pics of her disgustingly hot outfit before I started removing my tightly-hugging mesh top. I actually had to remove my piercings because they would've gotten caught in the mesh and ripped it up, so after removing my top, I quickly replaced them -- yes, our nipple piercings are the same, a set of bars with changeable heads. We like it when we match, after all. And we started grinding on each other, following German's instructions as he continued filming.
"Ooh, now kiss her..." he grinned, and my sister and I immediately complied, our tongues waggling like a couple of happy dogs' tails. "Yeah, the tongue- do that, *do that*..." he insisted, though he needn't have bothered, tongue-play is our favorite activity by far regardless. "God, you two are *so* hot together..."
"Thank you," I smiled, giving a little kissy-face to his phone before by sister lunged after my ear, biting and tugging it a little and eliciting a cute moan from me before I dove into the nape of her neck. She clutched at my ass in response, causing me to yelp out in a bit of mock-pain. "Hey!" I shouted, "You're gonna leave a bruise if you squeeze it that hard."
"Oh yeah?" Alexa challenged, immediately keyed-into what I was trying to do, "What, like this?" She gave me a genuinely pretty hard spank, like hard enough to leave a solid red handprint. Then another. And one more, for good measure, causing me to jump back each time.
"I warned you," I said after her third spank and grabbed her right arm before she could do more damage, causing her to try a spank with her left. But I caught that one in time as well and held her pinned down. She started violently kicking at me, forcing me up off of her and wrestling me onto my back. We playfully slapped at each other until I finally landed right on her boob, giving it a good squeeze and literally the instant I did so, she just goes, "*Huuhnn*..." with a moan, completely losing her train of thought.
And then, I had a devious idea. I snuck a fingernail just below her pastie. "Should I do it?" I asked her.
"Oh no, *no no no*, I will literally *kill* you if you rip that shit off*ffffaaaaa!*" I didn't quite \*rip\* it off, I just started peeling it a little.
"Oh my *God*, Alexa, stop being such a pussy," I insisted, "I'm *literally* going as slowly as I can."
"I swear to all that is Holy--Aaaauuugh!" she cried out as I finally removed the first pastie. Her nipple was entirely undamaged, but she still slapped me for my trouble. "For God's sake, Marina!" she shouted, "Could you be *any* worse, like *literally*, any worse!" Meanwhile our German friend was sitting here with his recorder still going, having an absolute whale of a time.
"Well now that you mentioned it..." I slyly remarked.
"Oh my God, you *better not-*AAAGH!" I started peeling off the other one. "No no wait wait wait, you got a hair in it, you got a haaaAAIIE!"
"Sis, *relax*. You *literally shaved* before we went out, you dug your own hole here if you didn't think to do your fucking areolas before putting on pasties," I taunted her before she gave me a harder slap right on the cheek. "Ow, fuck off!"
"Just shut up and rip the fucking thing off already!" she shouted at me, "Why did I put pasties on again, it never ends weEELL FAAFAaa*uuhgh*..."
"There, see? All done, you wuss," I reassured her. Of course she slapped me a *third* time. I'm just a fucking punching bag, I swear. "Well now I'm not even gonna kiss them and make them feel better."
"Woman, you kiss my nipples *right now*," she insisted before leaving me with literally no choice as she forcibly shoved my face right into her left breast. She didn't even get my mouth on it, she smashed my nose into the stud of her piercing. Good aim there. As I kissed and licked and teased her nipples back to their natural, fully-erect state, I scratched and clawed at her back, producing copious amounts of red streaks going down, looking like a proper roadmap by a couple minutes. The noises coming out of my sister's mouth were music to my ears as I gleefully sucked and played with her incredible tits. No matter how many times I do so, I will never, *ever* get sick of playing with them.
"Wait wait wait," my German friend said, "Fuck, my phone's storage is full."
"Hah!" I laughed, "It's fine, just use mine." He replaced the two and couldn't help by noticing the 500\~ photos and videos I already had saved on there. Hey, porn sucks these days. And if you want something done right, you gotta do it (i.e. make it) yourself. And no, before you ask, you **cannot** have any samples of our content.
After getting the green-light from German, we eagerly resumed our spicy little sexual romp. Well, when we weren't busy fighting and teasing each other. Playful sex is the best, I'm sorry.
"You two are so crazy, I love it," German exclaimed, "Oh, keep playing with each other, just like that, hang on..." he came in and zoomed on us rubbing each other through our thongs before we finally just ditched them, why on Earth did we even wear them anyway. Panties suck. Then we quickly resumed, our fingers now totally unhindered by silly fabric and free to enter as they please.
"Yeah yeah, now go down on her," he instructed me, and I will *absolutely* obey that command. I practically tossed my little sister onto her side of the bed and her legs spread wide-open, her adorable pussy wet and quivering with anticipation of my tongue. I didn't keep it waiting long. We've had enough foreplay for one day. This time, I was in the mood to just dive straight in, and absolutely went to town on her. My tongue flew in and raked the top of her pussy, collecting juices one scoop after another. "How does your sister taste?" he asked me.
"Mmm, amazing, want some?" I offered before he shook his head and backed away a bit.
"Nah, she's all yours."
"Good, because it was a fake offer," Alexa joked with a laugh before instantly moaning again as I resumed my conquest of her pussy. Indeed, her pussy was, and will always be, *mine*. Likewise, my pussy will always be hers.
"Oh my God oh my God yes yes!!" she screamed out not 4 minutes later as her thighs suddenly tensed up and squeezed my head like a sack of potatoes, holding it firmly in place as she launched an unbroken stream of cum directly into my mouth and all over my face. The sound her delicious nectar made as it exited was exquisite, and it tasted sweet and more potent than normal. I guess it's the citrus we've been drinking lately.
"God, *God*, that was so hot..." German sighed with a long breath as my sister struggled to catch hers. I barely gave her any time to do so, however, before climbing up on top of her and putting my pussy smack right in her face.
"Oh *come oooonnnn,* Marina," she begged, "Can I just get 2 seconds to-"
"No," I insisted, spreading my lips wide-open, "Now be a good girl and eat."
"*Ugghh**,"* she scoffed, "Alri*iiight*... fine..." Her apparent lack of enthusiasm didn't exactly translate to her pussy-eating skills, as she went straight for the clit, threatening to suck it right off my body with her very first move. My left hand impulsively shot down and gripped the back of her head, forcing it deeper into my pussy as my body started seizing with pleasure. I know she's been eating me out for over a decade and she knows me inside and out. It helps that we both share very similar anatomies; she knows exactly what I like because it's what she likes as well. However, it still should be said, she's *amazing* at eating pussy. I swear, if she wants to go full-bore, which she's doing right now, she can make me cum *hard* in like 3 minutes.
Which she did.
I absolutely drenched her pillow in my juices, spilling it in every direction as she struggled to capture enough for a mouthful. Still, it was enough that she was practically choking, considering her position, and I quickly got off her while still shaking and let her sit up so she could swallow. Immediately after doing so, my sister's tongue shot out before it even got halfway to my mouth and I jumped after it, catching it with my own. Our mixed cum leaked from our sloppy, messy kissing all over my sister's tits, though we could get that later. Funnily enough, our German friend didn't say a word about any of this. He simply watched and recorded every second of our traditional utterly unhinged, messy makeout session.
15 minutes later, and he was ready to hit the road, apparently having came twice during watching us but not having told us out of respect, which we appreciated. We gave him a few bits of cookie dough for the road as well. It's been ages since we've seen this particular FWB, and I'm not sure when I'll see him next. He's apparently been dating a new boyfriend and while his boyfriend is testing the waters with cuckold (hence why he allowed German to go out in the first place), he's still learning the ropes of kink, himself. And of course, we're all too happy to respect his wishes. Hence why we're not having anything past oral sex with him as well. It's just his boyfriend's sensibilities, and we're not gonna take advantage of that.
That said, our inner exhibitionists are thoroughly satisfied. And while it's certainly been an iffy week and a pretty nightmarish weekend in terms of being in a depressive slump, we've absolutely been through worse. And we always like to end things on a high note.
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[S/S] My (29F) first threesome ever was with my husband (30M) and my sister (22F)
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Im still a bit shocked by it but I’m still very turned on. I’m not sure exactly what back story is needed here but I’m 29, my husband is 30 and my sister is 22. Ben (my husband) and I are kinky, I’ve pretended to be his sister in bed before. So we’re not strangers to the idea of incest but we didn’t believe we’d act on it.
Hannah, my sister, will occasionally come over to our house, she likes getting away from home and it’s nice to hang out with her, we’ve always made sure she’s welcome. Friday night she was over and we started having some drinks.
I started feeling myself enough, with not that much alcohol they cut me off. I was drunk enough to feel confident that I was being funny when I mentioned Ben has stated that Hannah is attractive. I was kind of poking fun but then it became them lightly making jokes about running off together to get a rise out of me. Then it started to get sexual. I told him he wouldn’t leave because the sex is too good.
All brakes kinda came off after that and Hannah started asking a bunch about us. Long story short we ended up talking about threesomes and then bi curiosities. Hannah says she wants to at least kiss one girl in her life. Ben jumps back into the conversation and says that we should kiss.
I was a little opposed to it in the moment. It wasn’t like disgusting or anything but I was just apprehensive about it. Hannah on the other hand just casually says we should.
After a little convincing I move over to her and we sit face to face, a little kiss and I pulled back. She pulled me in and started making out. It was probably the best kiss I’ve had ever. The feeling of surprise, the sensuality and the sensation of her lips and tongue were amazing.
After we broke the kiss, I felt very sober again but it was quickly replaced with lust. My husband was very clearly hard as he watched from the other side of the room.
We started making out again and she took off her top and mine followed shortly. Our hands started touching each other and she starts kissing my neck.
I’m looking at Ben like holy shit what’s happening and signal him to come over. We decide to take it to the bedroom.
Hannah lays on her back on the bed, now taking her pants off. I take mine off and get on top of her. Ben comes up behind me and starts squeezing my ass and fingering me while I make out with Hannah.
She starts fingering herself. We’re both moaning into each other’s mouths, i love doing that. And Ben starts to fuck me. Hannah starts dirty talking about me getting fucked in front of my sister. So I start with like, do you like watching your sister take cock? Kind of stuff. Which just adds gas to the fire. Hannah moves out from under and me and spreads her legs in front of my face.
I start eating her out but Ben is being really rough so it’s difficult. I end up coming really really hard, stuck with my husbands cock being shoved in me and my sisters pussy in my face.
Ben pulls out of me and needs a moment so he doesn’t cum. Now I’m just eating her pussy, her hips grinding into my face and hands on my head. I tried to move my hands up her body but realized grabbing her ass is easiest, I felt her body shake as she came with my face between her legs.
Ben taps me and I told him I want him to fuck her. She moves towards the edge of the bed and I remember getting chills watching him slide into her. He leans over her and they start making out, he had her switch to doggy. He pulled her hips into him a few times and the pulled out and came on her ass.
None of us really knew what to do after it all. I think we all had the realization we’ve done something we can’t undo. We let her take a quick shower and she went home.
All 3 of us have expressed we had a lot of fun doing it but we just want to be careful.
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Experience of a lifetime - Part 2
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As the new year began, Priya and I started to hang out at work as well. She found herself becoming increasingly familiar with the office building layout. I worked on the 11th floor of the east wing, while Priya worked on the 3rd floor of the west wing. Our secret meets during work hours took place in various office pantries on different floors, and sometimes even in different sections of the building.
Initially, I was unaware that these meets were intended to be kept a secret. It gradually dawned on me that Priya may have been carefully selecting the farthest pantry from her workplace to avoid being seen with me. I couldn't help but admire her resourcefulness. She was meticulous with her approach. Was Priya truly a brilliant mastermind, or was she simply trying to keep our rendezvous discreet?
As I pondered the potential reasons for our meets being secretive, my thoughts questioned my appearance. Was I so ugly that Priya felt the need to avoid being seen with me? I laughed and quickly dismissed the idea, realizing that now was not the time to beat up my self-esteem.
The most obvious explanation for our secretive meetings soon became apparent to me: Priya was married and did not want to be seen with me. Simple. This realization was quickly followed by another thought. I was now the "other guy," the one who was starting a secret affair with a married woman.
Despite the moral dilemma that this presented, I remained unmoved and failed to examine my own ethical or moral stance on the matter. Horniness prevailed!
As our conversations intensified, we went from talking about our sexual desires to coming up with a concrete plan to bring those fantasies to life. With a growing sense of anticipation, we discussed the various actions and scenarios that would fulfill our deepest darkest desires, exploring every possibility in graphic detail.
Our excitement grew each day as we contemplated the carnal pleasures that awaited us. Or rather Priya was the one coming up with all the execution plans and I just nodded my head in agreement.
On the subject of sharing our fantasies with each other, one evening during our phone conversation, we landed on the topic of attire.
“What gets you going? How do you like your gift wrapped?” Priya asked amusingly.
“Gift wrap?” I questioned innocently.
Priya explained “What would you like to see me in?” with satire in her tone.
I immediately yelled "Saree!" as if I were trying to win a million dollars by giving the correct response to a question. “Particularly a South Indian saree with all the bling”, I added.
“Really? Oh, my god?” Priya burst into laughter and asked, “So typical! Was your childhood filled with aunties in Sarees?”.
Me: I sheepishly said “Yes”.
Priya: “That explains a lot!” as she continued laughing.
Priya: “What else? What else makes your tiny soldier stand up and salute?”
Me: “Tiny? It’s big! And in your tiny hands my cock will look like a python” I jokingly rebutted.
Priya: “Ahaa good one!” agreeing to that.
Priya asked me again laughing “What else? What other childhood memory of yours has turned into a fetish?”
I thought for a second and said “Boob milk”
Priya clarified “As in, breast milk? As in, lactation?”, I said “Yes”
Priya: “Please elaborate my dear sire!” said mockingly
With a giggle, I said, “I want to drink boobie milk directly from the source or maybe fuck when drinking boobie milk directly from the source”.
Priya: “Okay, that is definitely interesting! Unfortunately, I shall not be able to fulfill that. Lactation happens post-pregnancy generally and the medication used to induce lactation has a lot of other sides that I cannot deal with. Fucks with your hormones a lot. So no go boss!”
And I replied with a confused “Okaay”. Wait! Was she enquiring about my fetishes to list them, tick them off one by one from the list? What was happening?
Our conversation touched a few other fetishes of mine. But Priya had not made her fetishes clear. When Priya’s turn came to share her dark desires, she just gave me really mundane ones which honestly sounded like default answers. I was determined to chase her fetishes. If this lady was going to go after my desires, it’s only fair that I go after hers.
Anyways, the moral of the story was that I was able to overcome my insecurities and share my deepest, darkest desire with Priya in a way that made her laugh without judging me, and it was a liberating experience.
Our conversation arrived at its natural end for the evening. I also had to cut short our talk, although I never would have wanted it to end. I had to go meet a few friends from college at a popular pub in South Bangalore.
The pub had a warm and inviting ambiance, and the wooden interiors and cozy seating arrangements added to the charm of the place, making it a perfect spot to relax and unwind with friends or colleagues. To be honest, my thoughts weren't even remotely related to the party I was at.
I found myself zoning out every few minutes, lost in my world, thinking about Priya. Interactions from the past few weeks played like a movie in my mind, and I couldn't help but contemplate the different ways our future might unfold. The noise and chatter around me faded into the background as I got lost in my thoughts, unable to shake off Priya's appearance in different stages of nakedness.
The next morning, the sound of my phone buzzing on the bedside table jolted me awake, grimly realized that I had indulged a little too much at the party last night. My head throbbed with a slight hangover, but curiosity got the best of me, and I reached for my phone to check the message. It was from Priya, bleary-eyed and disoriented, I saw the text
Priya: “I’ll be at SLV around 9:30”
And I ignored the text, intent on getting some much-needed rest. And thinking - Yay! Priya gets to have an amazing breakfast.
For anyone curious to know, SLV is a very popular breakfast place in Bangalore and each area has an eatery with the same name.
The phone bussed again. However, my curiosity soon got the better of me, and I picked up my phone to read the text as I read her words, a smile crept across my face.
The text said: “In your area”
When I got the text, I was like, okay cool, but what does that even mean? But then it hit me - she's trying to let me know she's nearby so we can hang out! I mean, Priya's message was a bit confusing, she could have just said "Let's meet at SLV" or straight-up asked me to meet her. Suddenly, I was wide awake, and the pounding headache was forgotten, as the excitement of meeting Priya filled me with a rush of adrenaline.
I quickly replied: “Cool, see you there.”
It was 9:15 AM when I glanced at the time, so I quickly showered, changed, and made the decision to walk to SLV as it was close enough to my home to do so. As I got there, I searched around for Priya and pulled out my phone to call her when I realized that I had just received a text from her saying, "I have company," five minutes earlier. Company? I questioned my reasoning. She’s here with someone? I still could not find her anywhere.
I quickly approached the counter, paid, and quickly took the food, and searched for Priya.
As I scanned the crowd, our eyes met, she smiled, and my heart skipped a beat! And there she was, standing in the midst of the bustling crowd, looking like a goddess in her traditional South Indian saree. Priya's saree was a vibrant shade of parrot green that seemed to illuminate her already radiant complexion.
The fabric of the saree was draped around her body in a way that hugged her curves tightly, highlighting her every move. The silk-bordered blouse engulfed those juicy melons for dear life.
The sight of her was nothing short of breathtaking. Her hair was tied up in a neat bun, adorned with a fragrant white jasmine garland that filled the air with its sweet scent.
Her eyes were outlined with bold black eyeliner that made them stand out, and a tiny red bindi on her forehead added a touch of elegance to her already stunning appearance. But what caught my eye the most was her mangalsutra, a symbol of her marital status, resting beautifully on her graceful neck which I had furiously kissed, licked, and bit last week. As she moved, her hips swayed sensually with each step, drawing me in like a moth to a flame.
The gold bangles on her wrists chimed softly, and the diamond pendant on her necklace sparkled. Beautiful white pearl earrings hanging on her ears. Her saree pallu was tightly wrapped around her waist, highlighting her every curve and making me crave her even more. She was like a goddess, a seductive enchantress who had me under her spell.
I couldn't take my eyes off of her as I wondered whether she was more seductive now or the other night when I had buried my face in between her boobs, squeezing them, biting and sucking on her nipples till they were sore. The Saree brought out a new side of Priya, one that I had never seen before, and I found myself captivated by her beauty in a way I had never experienced before.
As I slowly walked towards her, I wondered to myself, if Priya would have visited the temple before she came here because of her attire. As I finished that thought, I stopped walking, I noticed that there was a male figure standing very close to her. I was so engrossed in looking at Priya that I completely ignored who she was with.
“The company” as she had mentioned earlier to my dumb luck was her husband, who was dressed in traditional attire, not that I paid any attention to the husband.
So yeah! They were coming from the temple or some religious event. The husband did not look interested. Partially bald, a little bit of belly fat, tech-savvy, and if he stood in a lineup with all the average guys from the IT department, I don’t think Priya would also recognize her husband from the lot.
Yes, of course, I was berating the husband. I was beating up the poor chap in my head and it most probably was no fault of his. Some insane form of jealousy manifested in me. My intrusive thoughts were interrupted by my buzzing phone. Pulled up my phone to a text from Priya and it said “Like what you see?”.
A plate of idlis in one hand and with my other hand trembling and struggling to reply to Priya’s text with a resounding “YES!!!!! You look fucking amazing!”. To which quickly managed to text “Ty” (which meant thank you ofcourse) when her husband was looking the other way. This woman was clearly toying with me! And the risk of almost being caught by her husband and us having an intimate moment in public heightened the pleasure more! It was such an adrenaline rush! I wanted more of it!
She squeezed in a bunch of quick winks and stared at me in between her brief conversations with her husband. And it was time for her to go, I texted her “Rock hard for you” and she managed to reply “Can't you see? I’m dripping wet” while her husband was backing up the car. Of Course I wanted to see Priya soaking wet! I was so fucked! There was no turning back from this. I felt like I was destined to go down this path.
Before getting in, Priya unlocked the car door and gave me a quick wink and a naughty smile. And she was gone! Taken to an unknown location by her so-called husband. Would she also be treating her husband the same way? They would either start fucking as soon as they got home, or she would sexually tease him as well. Priya expressed interest in the two men's attention. Why is Priya compelled to fuck her husband?
Ridiculous. I was having intrusive, borderline neurotic jealous thoughts once again, which stopped me from replying to Priya's texts.
The next morning, as the sun rose, I started my usual commute to work. The commute was a breeze and I found myself casually conversing with everyone, including Priya. Despite the events of the previous morning lingering in my mind, I can't help but wonder: Why did she want me there? Did I arrive uninvited? Heck! I'm free to visit whenever I want because it's a public space. Perhaps Priya enjoyed it.
She wanted me to see her in traditional attire. She definitely was checking items off from my list of fetishes. I had to concede to myself that maybe Priya was dominating me, or maybe I was dominating her husband.
Either way, her husband, the poor bastard, was oblivious to it and I immensely enjoyed it. I chose not to mention any of them to her, opting instead to keep my thoughts to myself. Once we arrived at the office, The day rapidly turned into a frenzy of activities because of work, meetings etc.. Despite the hectic pace, the hours flew by in a blur until it was time to head home once again.
As Priya and I sat in the back of the cab, I couldn't bring myself to engage in conversation. My mind was preoccupied with a nagging worry that I couldn't shake off. Despite my one-word responses, Priya was perceptive enough to sense that something was wrong. She couldn't address the issue in front of our other cab mates, so she played it cool.
As we approached my stop, I received a text from Priya asking to talk later that evening. I agreed, and we said our goodbyes. Our eyes met briefly, and her smile managed to ease my troubled mind, although momentarily. But as soon as she mentioned that we needed to talk, a bunch possible outcomes of tonight's conversation began to play in my head.
I couldn't help but assume the worst: perhaps she wanted to end whatever it was that had just started between us, maybe her husband suspected something fishy, or maybe it was something else entirely.
As I waited for Priya's call, my mind raced with different scenarios of what our conversation might be about. I fidgeted nervously with my phone, checking the time every few seconds. At exactly 10PM, my phone buzzed and Priya's name flashed on the screen.
"Hi!" she exclaimed, her voice cheerful and upbeat.
I tried to match her tone, but my heart felt heavy. "Hi," I replied, my voice lacking any enthusiasm.
"You must've had a long day at work. Why so glum chum?" Priya asked, her concern evident.
I took a deep breath and decided to get straight to the point. "Did you go to a temple yesterday morning?" I asked, my voice unsteady.
Priya's voice grew cautious as she replied, “Yes” exactly knowing what my next question was. She continued “That’s the guy whom I’m married to”.
My mind went blank as I tried to process her words. The conversation was a stalemate. How does one respond to that? Maybe with a “You guys look great together?” Or with a “You guys make a cute couple?” Fuck noo! All I could manage to squeeze out of my mouth was an ”Okay”.
Priya laughed mockingly at my response, a playful timbre in her voice. "Jealous much?" she teased. "Look at you, just okay?" she continued, shaking her head. "I spent two hours getting ready for you, and all you can say is 'okay'? That's disappointing, honey."
Priya laughed, her tone warm with mischief. "I could have worn anything else, but I thought this would make your day. And instead of eating, you kept staring at me like a horny monkey. You're so bad!"
I felt a pang of frustration mixed with desire. Why couldn't Priya see how torturous she was to me? I shifted the conversation to focus on her stunning appearance, determined to make her see how much I wanted her. "You looked so fucking hot," I groaned. "I could barely keep my eyes off you. I would have lifted your saree up and pounded your pussy right here on the steps."
Priya thought for a second and then cheeks flushed with excitement as she listened to my words. She leaned in closer to me, her breath hot against my ear. "In front of my husband?" she teased, trying to put up a front. "Yes," I growled, my voice low and urgent. "I want him to watch as I fuck you senseless, making you come over and over again."
Priya let out a small chuckle, she whispered "Ahaa baby!” and she continued “You looking at me that way, my panties got soo fucking wet", her voice low and sultry. "I want you to take me right now, show me how hard you can fuck my wet pussy!"
With that, we both knew that a new boundary had been set, and we were both eager to explore it further. We were two lustful creatures, consumed by desire and ready to take each other to new heights of ecstasy.
Our conversation took a turn into the depths of our darkest fetishes, with each of us describing in explicit detail how we would ravish one another. As our conversation escalated, Priya's moans echoed through the phone, driving me to a state of primal lust that could no longer be ignored. I exploded into a wad of tissues, my body convulsing with pleasure. This had become a routine for us over the past few weeks, but tonight felt different.
As I cleaned myself up, Priya's breathless voice begged for more, "Since we both know what we want, we should you know….. meet" I eagerly agreed, my balls were hurting from all the cumming, "Yes! We should! How long are we going to play this game on the phone?" Priya chuckled mockingly, "Oh yes! I saw you coming up with a plan to make this happen."
In my defense, I had every intention of making it happen. I wanted nothing more than to feel her wetness enveloping my throbbing cock, to hear her scream with pleasure as I brought her to the brink of ecstasy. But a little voice in the back of my mind held me back. Despite my lust, Priya was married, and the thought of heading down that path made me hesitate. But my desire for her was too strong to resist.
As we continued our conversation, my mind raced with thoughts of how I could make this a reality. I was willing to risk it all to feel her firm nipples in mouth and her warm body against my body, to taste the sweetness of her lips, and to explore every inch of her with my tongue. The thought of finally having her in my arms was enough to make me forget all about the consequences.
With a mischievous chuckle, Priya said. "We need to talk about three things," in her low and husky voice. "First, we need to decide on a place to fuck. You get to take care of that. Second, we need to decide on which date we fuck. I'll pick that. And lastly, the fun has to be raw." I didn't need to think about the date, "Place? You can just come over," I quickly said, feeling a bit pleased with myself. "I stay on the 2nd floor, you can just take the stairs and no one would know that you’re here."
Priya erupted into laughter, the sound ringing through the phone. "Wow! You stay on the 2nd floor and I am coming over! This man-child is going to be my fuck buddy! Wow!" I felt my cheeks heat up, but I couldn't help the smile that tugged at the corners of my mouth. Priya's laughter was contagious. But then she said something that made my embarrassment reach a higher level.
"There are these things called hotels, sweetheart," she said, her voice teasing. "And they have something called suites at which we can stay and fuck!" I tried to play it cool, but I knew I'd been outsmarted. "Okay," I said, my voice tight. "Let's do that." Priya's laughter grew louder.
"Such a kid!" she exclaimed, wiping tears from her eyes. I couldn't help feeling a little hurt. "This is my first time," I said, my voice low. "How would I know?" But Priya wasn't sympathetic. "This is my first time too, but come on!" she said, her voice playful. She was clearly enjoying herself, enjoying my discomfort. I knew I had to defend myself.
I couldn't let her think I was some naive kid. "I may be inexperienced, but I'm a quick learner," I said, my voice firm. "Just you wait and see."
Priya giggled as she made her final request, "And last, we need to fuck raw." I hesitated for a moment, pretending to understand what she meant by "raw." Of course, I knew what it meant, but the way she said it made my heart race. I couldn't believe that this was really happening. The thought of feeling her bare skin against mine was almost too much to handle.
Priya clarified, "Raw as in without condoms. We should be able to feel each other." Her words sent shivers down my spine, and I felt myself growing hard with anticipation. Without thinking, I blurted out, "Yes! Yeah, I know. Condoms are not that much fun. We should be able to feel each other." My mind was racing with excitement.
All these years watching breeding porn and all the breeding fantasies were about to become a reality. I could feel the desire in Priya's voice, and it was clear to me that she had been thinking about this for a long time.
It was like an epiphany had hit me, and suddenly everything made sense. Priya had a breeding fantasy, and I was more than happy to fulfill it. Priya repeated, "We need to fuck without condoms, and you need to get tested." Her words were like music to my ears, and I knew that I would do anything to make this happen. I couldn't wait to feel her bare skin against mine, to feel the heat of her body as we explored each other's deepest desires.
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I [19 F] have become addicted to an old gym friends (46m) cock.
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For back story we were the only two people in the gym in the morning, I’d gone there stupidly early so people couldn’t see me trying machines I had no idea how to handle. He watched me scamper around unable to tell the difference between a leg press and one of those cable things that look more suited in a bdsm dungeon and offered to help me not kill myself.
We got chatting while he was essentially my pt for an hour and convinced me to come back to his for coffee as he lived over the road from the gym. More smooth talking ensued and half an hour later I’m pushed up against the glass of his shower with him pistoning into me from behind while the water ran over us. I was moaning pretty uncontrollably and when we were done I needed another shower.
Cut to the present and I’m fully infatuated by this man, he’s defo leaking pheromones he’s harvested from Japanese fucking frogs or something because I literally get wet at the sight of him. Better yet, he knows it, he catches me catching him out of the corner of my eye and pretending not to notice while my form, rhythm and pace give up the ghost. He’ll come over, smirk, touch me, tells me he’ll see me after his workout and I tell myself I won’t but sure enough I’m waiting outside the gym for him in my workout gear just so I can go back and ride his cock for the nth time.
He’s got me wrapped around his finger, fucks me however he wants, has me service his cock with my mouth while he relaxes after a workout. He knows damn well all he has to do is brush his hand over my chest and I just melt.
He loves to finish in my mouth or on my face and always makes me cum a good 3-4 times.
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[M/s] My Son the Kisser (update 4) Spread Wide
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Hello! First, I want to say thank you to the people I’ve been talking to. You’ve been very supportive. For those who don’t know, my daughter had a health issue on Sunday and Monday. I won’t go into detail but suffice it to say, I insisted she come home from college and everyone from my sons to my parents to me, have all been devoted to helping her feel better. I appreciate all of the positive input from you all. It means so much.
Since my daughter is home again this week (and for at least next week, longer depending on how she feels and how I feel about her health) my son and I have been keeping things mild around the house, since she’s home most of the times he is and even when we’re alone, I try to encourage our interaction remain a bit milder. After our last kiss, I felt like I needed to push the brakes just a little bit to remind him this isn’t about jumping headlong into our sexuality and he’s remained respectful when I’ve cut our kisses short. Still, most mornings, before he leaves for school, he gifts me quick pecks and squeezes and I love to start the day right.
This morning I woke up earlier than usual, when it was still pitch black out and couldn’t fall asleep again. I slowly rolled out of bed so as to not disturb my daughter and kissed her cheek before covering her up and tiptoed into my bathroom. I made myself ready for the morning and as I changed into my running clothes, I saw a pale green pair of my daughter’s shorts she’d left a day or so prior and my curiosity got the better of me and gave them a try and I immediately felt the difference. The thing came up on my hips a bit, as they’re meant to, and while they usually covered my daughter well enough, a clear third of my ass was pressing out the bottom. I was initially disappointed as I gave myself a few turns in the mirror and felt terrible that I might accidentally stretch them out. I know I’m a tad taller than my daughter but I’m also just not as slim through my hips and ass as I used to be and was going to take them off when, on another turn, the sight of a bit more revealed skin filled me with horny inclinations.
I might have waited 30 minutes when I heard my son plodding into the kitchen and turned my back to the hallway as he came in, tending to my already made coffee and said “Good morning, baby. Sleep well?” I turned to look at him and caught the bandit stealing a glance at my ass with his mouth agape. He was quiet, his eyes locked on my exposed midriff and I gave him another “good morning” before he said “I was just going to eat fast.” I had to contain a consistent giggle building in my throat as I watched him try to think clearly and not stare at my ass swallowing the material. He stumbled to make some cereal as I questioned him about what he would be doing and he made some vague generalizations about his day when he asked if his sister would be joining me and I told him I wanted her to have a few more days to sleep in.
He apologized that I’d lost my running companion and I said it was fine. It meant I could go at my own pace and perhaps not feel like I’m dying. “Too bad she’ll miss out on the view.” The comment caught me entirely off guard, his face turned into a grin. My own face grew warm with a little bit of a blush and a jolt ran down between my legs that woke me up more than my coffee. “Oh? Do you like these?” I gave him a half turn, pushing my leg back to bunch up my booty and resting my hand on my hip to give him the best view. “They’re your sister’s. What do you think?” I smiled at him as he undressed me with his eyes. He didn’t say a word for at least 10 seconds and I finished the turn so my back was to him, letting my hand slide down and cupped my booty for him to see. “They’re perfect!”
The compliment filled me so much joy I bounced, glad to give him a bit more of a show. I smiled and turned back to him and ignored the responsible mother inside me telling me “that’s enough” and walked beside him. “Thank you. They’re also really soft. Feel.” He didn’t wait for me and hopped up as I said the words and pressed his body forward into mine, letting his hand find my hip. The way he’s learning to take charge is so sexy. I let out a little gasp and he slid one hand around my hip and grabbed my asscheek in one hand and caressed the small of my back in the other. I felt transported to my youthful bliss and leaned up and we both missed, barely mistiming our kisses and then repeated and I laughed. I heard him growl the same second his hand let me go of my butt and swatted my ass so hard I jumped. The move made me gasp and propelled my hands to his head and held on as our lips pushed against each other.
I turned my head and moaned deeply in his mouth as his hands began working on my lower body and even came higher to squeeze my breasts. He continued to change how he stimulated my body, cupping my booty in both hands, pulling me close to tease me with his growing member and kissing me and I mean really kissing me! It was heaven. I let his tongue press against mine and giggled when I caught it in my lips and sucked it hard. He tried to continue but I stopped him. “No no. Hold still” and grabbed his tongue with two fingers and grasped it in my lips, sucking before slowly bobbing my head back and forth, trying to stifle my moans and quiet the warmth between my legs. He left his mouth wide as I fucked his tongue with my lips before I let go and kissed him again. I wanted to go on, the same magnetism typifying our interactions begging me to stay when I finally pulled back, filling the air with a last smack and subsequent panting, though his hands still held my booty and our bodies together. “So. Pretty soft, right?” His mouth curled into another evil grin as he pulled his hands up till the were above the waistline and plunged them inside the fabric.
The sudden intrusion made me squirm but before I could consider if it was too far, the interaction I was trying to end resumed and we made out with reckless-abandon. His bare fingers on my ass made me feel so exposed my hips pushed forward into his pelvis and consequently, his hardon kept pushing into my stomach. My heart was beating a million miles per minute as his hands squeezed my buns, grabbing, cupping, groping them with so much energy I repeatedly had to grab him for support. Every pull and push made me wild, trying my best not to squirm as he handled me until his hands pushed down and the fabric, which had seemed tight enough to stay pressed to his hands, rolled down them and in a second, my naked ass was exposed.
The next few moments, I wrestled with myself and my son as I felt I needed to put the exchange to an end and managed, if poorly, to pull his face from mine, even if he still held me. “Baby, baby. You have school, ok?” I said half heartedly and I could feel his disappointment. He made one last effort, pulling me close, kissing me and spreading my ass so far I could feel my lips part and the air wick against my wetness. I reached up again and grabbed his face and pulled him back again and gave him my best “mom” look and he finally released me. I backed up and grabbed my new favorite pair of shorts to pull them up but grinned at my baby boy and turned, looking over my shoulder to watch as his eyes tracked down to a quick view. I stood a second before taking a few steps and pulled the pair back into place and left him. I ran out of the house that way, noticing an obvious mark on the shorts and thanked god our trail is private as I stopped to masturbate.
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The Superb Owl [M/F/M 30s] [oral] [fingering] [light femdom]
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The Super Bowl
*Simon*
Every year, my friends Lyssa and Jimmy host a Super Bowl party for a small group of friends. When I got there, they had set up their living room with a big screen TV, plenty of snacks and drinks, and a festive atmosphere. As the guests arrived, the energy was high, and everyone was looking forward to a fun night of cheering on their favorite teams, not to mention the commercials.
But, truth be told, the game was a bust: low-scoring and generally lame. Since it was a school night, people started drifting home after about the third quarter, but I kept guzzling Jimmy’s beers. By the two-minute warning, two things were clear: it was the least interesting Super Bowl in recent memory, and I was in no condition to drive home. Neither were my hosts. Normally, this wouldn’t be a big deal because my wife would handle the driving, but she was out of town.
After the game, we lounged on the sofa just bullshitting for a few minutes—they have a big L-shaped sectional, and I was on one end of the L and they were on the other. I got up, maybe a little unsteadily, intending to thank my hosts and just walk home. “Where are you going?” said Jimmy.
“I’m gonna walk home—it’s not that far and it’s not that cold.”
“Don’t be a dumbass,” Lyssa chided. “We have a perfectly good guest room. But you are not driving, mister.”
“Fine,” I sighed. “I have tomorrow off anyway so I won’t miss anything as long as I get home to feed the dogs at some point.” Lyssa nodded firmly, as if to say that’s settled. I sank back into the couch cushions, half-listening to the TV blather while I finished my beer. I must have dozed off briefly, because the next thing I remembered was Lyssa coming back in from the kitchen with a tray containing 3 glasses and a bottle of tequila.
“One round of shots!” she exclaimed. I wasn’t going to argue; at this point, one more shot wasn’t going to make me any worse off. I noticed she gave us all heavy pours, and I might’ve spluttered a little bit trying to shoot the whole thing, but I managed.
*Lyssa*
Through the evening, as I watched Jimmy and Simon talking and laughing together, I can't help but feel a thrill of excitement. I can't believe I'm actually considering seducing both of them. I know it's more than a bit naughty, but Simon’s been teasing me about it for years. I can feel my heart racing as I imagine what it would be like to have both of them touching me at the same time. Maybe it’s just the alcohol making my cheeks flush, but I don’t think so— but it’s more than that, as I think about the pleasure I know I’d experience. The tiny rational part of my brain tells me I should probably just enjoy the evening as it is but the bigger, louder part of my brain can't help but wonder what it would be like to have both of them in my bed and about how amazing it would feel to have both of them focused on pleasuring me.
OK, maybe it was a little sneaky to ply both guys with liquor. But, as they say, candy is dandy but liquor is quicker. If I was going to put my plan into action, a little ethanol lubrication was probably the best plan.
*Simon*
Damn, I thought. It’s hot in here. Not only was I warm—alcohol does that to me—but I could see Lyssa practically glowing and I figured the thermostat was just set a little too high. It was warm for February; Jimmy and I both had on jeans and T-shirts, and Lyssa had on yoga pants and a race shirt, so it wasn’t like we were super bundled up. Jimmy looked as heavy-lidded as I felt, but Lyssa seemed like she’d just had a cup of coffee—and the longer I sat there eyeballing her the warmer I was feeling. Muffling a yawn, I said “I think I’m about ready to hit the bed.” Lyssa got up and said “Before you do, I need both of your opinions on something I bought.” She walked out of the room, and I have to admit I was staring at her ass and outlining what I’d be thinking about doing with her once I was alone in that guest bed.
*Lyssa*
Both of those knuckleheads were getting sleepy, so clearly it was time to take my shot. In my bedroom, I ducked into my closet and grabbed a new sundress I’d ordered for our upcoming beach trip. I knew the deep color would complement my runner’s tan, and the short hem would definitely emphasize my legs. I slipped on a pair of black thigh-highs, not because I’d wear them with the dress but because I thought they’d help get the point across. Barely dressed, I sauntered back into the room, feeling the fabric of my sundress swish around my legs.
I could feel the heat of Jimmy and Simon's eyes on me as I moved provocatively, swaying my hips and arching my back. I looked up at them through my lashes and smiled. "So, what do you think?" I asked, my voice low and sultry. Jimmy's eyes widened and he let out a low whistle. "You look amazing, Lyssa," he said, his voice husky. Simon nodded in agreement. "You look stunning," he said, his gaze lingering on my body. I felt my cheeks flush with pleasure and I bit my lip, feeling my arousal grow.
"What are you trying to do, Lyssa?" Jimmy asked, his voice teasing. I smiled and stepped closer to them. "I'm trying to seduce you, you doofus," I purred, my voice barely above a whisper. Jimmy and Simon both laughed and stepped closer to me. "Well, it's working," Jimmy said, his voice low. Simon nodded in agreement. "You look absolutely gorgeous," he said, his voice full of admiration. I felt my heart flutter and I smiled, feeling my arousal grow even more. I stepped closer to Jimmy’s end of the sofa and reached out to touch his face. "Thank you," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
*Simon*
First thought: Holy shit, I didn’t expect that! Second thought: Looks like it’s time to let the married folks get to it. Before I could say anything, Lyssa stepped closer towards the middle of the sofa, about equidistant from me and Jimmy, and slowly began to unzip her sundress.
*Lyssa*
I don’t think I’ve ever moved a zipper as slowly as I did the zipper on that dress. I let it puddle around my feet, revealing that the only thing I was wearing were my thigh-highs. I could feel Jimmy and Simon's eyes on me—in fact it looked like Simon’s eyes were about to jump out of his head. I did a slow pirouette, one toe pointed to highlight the length of my leg, and walked over to Jimmy's end of the sofa, curling up into his lap. I leaned in and kissed him deeply, feeling his hands on my body. I could feel Simon's eyes on us and I felt my arousal grow even more. That wasn’t all that was growing; I could feel Jimmy’s hard cock wedged against my butt, and it was clear even from across the sofa that Simon was hard too.
“Here’s how it’s going to go,” I said with a toss of my head. “You’re both here for me. You’re going to do what I say. If you’re good to me, I’ll be good to you. Deal?” They both nodded quickly. I smiled at how unsurprising their response was. I leaned over to whisper into Jimmy’s ear, telling him to go get our wand from the bedside table. I stood up facing away from Simon, and as Jimmy left the room spread my feet hip-width apart and rose on tiptoe, giving Simon a good look at my long, strong legs and my toned ass. He was so intent on looking at me I’m not sure he even noticed when Jimmy came back into the room.
I motioned to Jimmy to sit down on the couch. “You’re here,” I said. Then I sat down with my back pressed against his chest, hooking one knee over his knee. His hands went immediately to my hips to pull me against him, then up over my ribs until they were cupping my breasts. I shivered a little at the feel of my hard nipples against his palms. I ran my own hands up from my knees and over my hips until they were on top of Jimmy’s, looking Simon in the eye.
“Jimmy’s going to start by using the wand on me, wherever he wants,” I said. He nodded and began to follow my instructions. His movements were slow and deliberate, teasing me as he touched my body.
Turning to Simon, I said with a mischievous grin, "You can touch me from the belly button upwards. I want both of your hands all over me.” He knelt in front of us on the sofa, then put his hands immediately on my hips. I lightly swatted his hand. “No, I said higher.” He trailed his fingers slowly up over my ribs, tickling me a bit, before beginning to rub my breasts and play with my nipples.
He followed my directions eagerly, his fingers expertly teasing me in all the right places. I moaned softly as the sensations began to build inside of me.
Jimmy kept teasing me with the vibrator. His touch was gentle but firm, teasing all over my clit and labia as Simon played with my breasts. My breathing grew faster and my body began to tremble with pleasure.
"Don't stop," I begged, my voice thick with desire. That just made Jimmy go slower, but only for a moment before he chuckled and turned the vibrator up a couple of notches,
sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I gasped and writhed beneath him, my body becoming more and more aroused with each stroke. I was moving my hips to push against the vibe, and Simon was stroking and pinching my nipples in rhythm with my movements.
"Oh! " I exclaimed. "I’m going to cum."
Jimmy smiled and pressed the vibrator firmly against me. I felt the orgasm start in my belly and radiate outward. My body trembled and my breathing became erratic as I felt the pleasure start to build inside me. I could feel every nerve in my body coming alive as an intense wave of pleasure flooded my senses. My hips began to rock against the vibrator as I felt the pleasure reach its peak. I gasped as my body shuddered and my orgasm washed over me in wave after wave of pure bliss. I felt my body go limp as the pleasure slowly ebbed away, leaving me feeling satisfied and content. I smiled to myself and opened my eyes, my body still tingling with pleasure.
When I had finally recovered, I opened my eyes and smiled up at Simon." I want to feel your mouth on me," I said, my voice soft and inviting.
Simon
I was dying. Watching Lyssa cum from the vibrator was incredibly erotic and I was determined to turn her on as much as she’d done to me.
I knelt before her and gently started trailing my tongue up her thigh. I continued slowly making my way up her body, my tongue trailing a line of pleasure from her thigh to her navel. Lyssa moaned softly as my tongue explored her. I could feel her inner thighs trembling with anticipation.
Then I moved my tongue lower, brushing my lips against her clit. She gasped in pleasure as I started slowly moving my tongue in circles, teasing and tantalizing her. I could hear her breathing grow heavier. I started to move my tongue a little faster. Here’s what I remember after that:
me: "I'm not going to stop, Lyssa. Oh my god, you taste so good."
Lyssa: *moans*
Simon: "I want to make you come again, all over my face."
Lyssa: *moans louder*
Simon: "I can feel your body trembling. You're so close."
Lyssa: *moans louder and begins to pant*
Simon: "That's it, Lyssa. Let it all out."
Lyssa: *moans loudly as she starts to cum*
Simon: "That was amazing. You're so goddamn hot."
Lyssa: *nods and moans*
Meanwhile Jimmy was kissing Lyssa's neck and shoulders and stroking her arms, belly, breasts, and neck while whispering something inaudible in her ear that clearly made her even more aroused than before; his presence adding an extra layer of pleasure for both of us.
*Lyssa*
After that first orgasm, I needed a minute to catch my breath but Simon kept teasing me with his tongue. With what little grace I could manage, I turned sideways to lie down flat on the sofa, pulling my legs up so that my feet were on the floor. I looked Jimmy right in the eye and said “I want to suck your cock now” in my sultriest voice. Of course I didn’t have to say it twice. In a flash he had his pants off, then he knelt on the edge of the sofa facing me so that I had full access.
I was so aroused and ready for what was about to happen. I slowly began to take Jimmy into my mouth, teasing him with my tongue and lips as I moved up and down his shaft.
"I love sucking your cock," I moaned, my voice low but filled with desire. Simon couldn’t keep quiet. "Suck his cock, Lyssa," he said, his voice low and seductive.
I smiled and nodded, suddenly opening my mouth and plunging Jimmy into my warm soft mouth.
Simon looked up at me intently, his eyes smoldering as he watched me pleasure Jimmy. His breathing grew heavier and his body moved closer to me as he encouraged me to keep going.
"Suck him harder," he said, his voice low and husky.
I complied, increasing the intensity of my movements as I sucked and licked Jimmy's shaft. As I worked Jimmy’s cock deeper into my mouth, Simon kept steadily licking and sucking my clit. I felt my body trembling and my breathing becoming ragged as I felt my orgasm growing closer. Jimmy reached down with his strong hands and began to pinch my nipples just the way I like. I moaned and writhed beneath him in pleasure. As Simon’s tongue moved faster and my body trembled, I felt Jimmy's cock swell in my mouth as I increased my sucking, bobbing my head to take his thick cock as deep as I could. I could feel the pleasure building up inside me and I knew I was about to cum. I moaned around Jimmy’s cock, muffling the sound, but Simon must have heard me because he started licking me faster. I could feel Jimmy's cock pulsing in my mouth and I knew he was close too. I kept sucking and licking, pushing us both closer and closer to the edge. Finally, I felt the orgasm wash over me and I groaned out in pleasure. Jimmy followed soon after, his cum spilling into my mouth and lips. I gasped as Jimmy filled my mouth and I felt my body tense up as my orgasm reached its peak. My hips rocked against Simon's tongue as I felt my orgasm crash over me in wave after wave of pure bliss.
*Simon*
My heart was hammering like I’d just finished a sprint, and I was legitimately worried about the structural integrity of my zipper after watching and hearing Lyssa cumming with Jimmy’s cock in her mouth. She could obviously tell what was on my mind because she got up from the sofa and strutted towards the kitchen, giving both of us a great view of her. “I’m going to get a glass of water,” she called back over her shoulder. “Have your pants off by the time I get back.”
So I did. I’m no dummy.
When she came back, walking slowly, flushed and lovely, she pointed at the couch and I sat down. She knelt in front of me, looked me straight in the eye, and said “Now you get the same treatment.”
She started by nuzzling my cock with her lips and cheeks, brushing it against her warm soft skin. Occasionally she’d flick her tongue out and give me a little swipe with it. All the while, she was murmuring the most delightful things. “You like this, don’t you? I’m going to make you so hard, so ready. You’re going to love it.”
Then without prompting, she started doing one of my absolute favorite things: with her tongue flat and extended, she started licking my cock all over like an ice cream cone. It felt amazing and I let out a long, low groan. She stopped, looked up at me, and smiled before suddenly plunging her mouth down on me as deep as she could. Just as quickly, she pulled her head back up and I gasped in pleasure. Then she did it again. And then again.
It was taking every ounce of my willpower not to just grab her head in my hands and fuck her mouth. I think she could tell, though.
*Lyssa*
I was so preoccupied by the novelty of Simon’s cock and the way it felt and tasted that I closed my eyes and really started putting on a show. Lots of little moans and sighs, sudden changes in speed and technique, the whole deal. I sort of lost track of what Jimmy was doing but was abruptly reminded when I felt the head of his cock press against and then inside me.
*Simon*
Lyssa has told me before about how Jimmy will just rail her, and he starts putting on a master class. With his hands firmly clamped around her hips, he quickly got to a steady cadence of hard, fast thrusts that moved her whole body. She put her palms flat on my thighs and just tried to hold on as best as she could. I could hear Jimmy’s hips slapping against her with each thrust, punctuated by an occasional moan or groan of pleasure from her. I grabbed the back of her neck and firmly squeezed. She let out a long low moan and pushed back harder against Jimmy's cock. He responded with a louder moan and began thrusting faster. Lyssa was resting her cheek against my thigh. So with my free hand, I grabbed the base of my cock, then moved the hand on her neck up to her hair and grabbed a handful. I gave her hair a good firm pull to lift her head up and pressed the head of my cock against her lips. She opened her mouth wide and let out a louder groan as I started moving her mouth on my cock. Jimmy increased his speed to match mine, and soon we were both pounding away in unison while Lyssa moaned with each stroke, letting us know how good it felt for her too.
Jimmy and I settled into rhythm, pushing Lyssa back and forth between us. She was moaning louder with every thrust as we both pounded into her faster and faster. I could feel my orgasm building. Despite having watched Lyssa eagerly swallow Jimmy's load earlier, I didn't want to surprise her so I said loudly, "Lyssa, I'm going to cum!" She responded with a loud moan and started sucking harder on my cock.
I felt my orgasm begin to build and I started thrusting with more urgency. Jimmy was groaning and pounding away at Lyssa but I was immersed in the sensations rapidly building throughout my body so I wasn’t paying close attention to anything else. What did it was when she started swirling her tongue over my glans or something. I still am not sure exactly what she was doing but I shouted, no lie, and started to cum. It felt like the longest orgasm I’d ever had in my life. Wave after wave of pleasure blasted through me as I felt my cock clench and spurt in her mouth. At some point I distantly remember seeing and hearing Jimmy experiencing his own orgasm but I literally couldn’t even…I was too busy. With agonizing slowness, Lyssa pulled my cock out of her mouth, making me squirm with the post-orgasm sensitivity. I just sat there panting for a couple of minutes while everyone collected themselves.
Lyssa got up, gave us both a brilliant smile, and sauntered back to the bedroom, but not before telling us saucily that we had to clean up all the party dishes. I hate it when that happens.
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The Women of Custer City, Chapter 1 [M20s/F20s/F20s] [Science Fiction]
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It didn't matter how many times I spoke to Amber, the butterflies never went away. She always sat in the same corner of the bar, always dressed in the same leather jacket and leggings, her jet-black hair always slick back. She wore mascara that formed cat eyes, and she kept her skin almost ghostly pale. She always toyed with her necklace when she was nervous while her other hand ran a finger around the rim of her margarita glass. Every single time I saw her she got there right at seven thirty, and every single night, no matter what I tried, she ended up going home with Paul Bosman. Not me.
I think that must have been my eighth time trying. I'd tried corny openers, tried to talk about her interests, even went for straight compliments. Nothing worked, and I knew the reason. Amber was out of my league, and it wasn't even close. I knew it was hopeless, and I definitely felt that way, but what choice did I have? On June 16, 2017, there were four thousand six hundred and eighty-three of them. Some would be easy to talk too, others near impossible, but one way or another, I'd keep on trying until I won them all over.
On that particular try, I sat in the corner opposite her. I faced away from her, but if she looked at me she'd probably see the back of my head poking over the booth. I'd gone shopping that morning, and dressed as far from my normal self as possible. I wore black nail polish on one finger in each hand, dyed my hair black, and kept my wallet on a chain.
"The one and only benefit," I thought, "Of all this shit is this will all be gone when I wake up tomorrow."
For the time being I was just waiting. The bartender, a woman named Chrissy, she was on my side, and she was pulling every string she could to get Amber to talk to me.
"Tonight," she'd suggested that morning, "We're gonna try to get her to come to you. She doesn't like it when desperate guys come after her, and honestly, I smell the stink all over you. You're desperate, and it's a turn off. Let's try it my way. Try to look as appealing to her as possible, and I'll send her a drink, get her looking in your direction, ok? All you've gotta do is sit there."
So that was the plan we went with, and I was bored out of my mind. I couldn't stop my fingers from playing with the wallet chain, and no matter how I sat, the pistol's barrel at my waist dug into my thigh. The bar was called Mumble's, and for the most part it was quiet, save for the gently playing rock that, after hearing the same playlist eight days in a row, was starting to drive me to insanity. I sat there, nearly drifting off, until I heard Chrissy start talking, and when I turned, she was holding the drink and pointing me out.
I tried my best to flash a smile, and per Chrissy's instructions, I turned away just as quickly. "Let her come to me," right?
The problem with letting her come to you is that it makes you feel like a fuckin' moron to put it lightly. I sat there, drink in hand, staring at the stupid table, wondering if she was coming over or if I was just wasting my time.
It felt like the seconds turned to minutes, but finally a felt a tap on the back of my seat, and I turned to watch her brush the hair from her eyes.
"Thank you," she said, "For the drink."
I tried to flash another practiced smile, and she inched closer to me. She stretched her legs back, then draped herself over the booth.
"I really like your shirt," she said. She was trying to whisper, but the music forced her to speak more loudly, "I've seen Bloodwyrm, probably, ten times. They're my favorite band. What's your favorite song of theirs?"
I should interject here to say the eighth time was not the magic number with me and Amber, because as she slid into my booth, a smile already curling around her lips, I got to feel like a fuckin' moron again. Besides seeing their logo, I'd never even heard of Bloodwyrm, but Chrissy and Ginger promised me I had to buy the shirt and that Amber would love it. They didn't prepare me for follow up questions.
I think my mouth literally hung open. I probably drooled like the idiot I am. I think I probably tried to say something, but it clearly didn't bring her back around because the next thing I remembered I saw her short shorts walking away.
Another failure. So, I reached for the pistol, brought it to my temple, and pulled the trigger.
Every morning I had about an hour before I would hear the first knock at my door. Alley usually came first, normally in her police uniform, but occasionally Chrissy would beat her. Ginger never even came close. Most mornings we'd be lucky to see her by noon.
"On June 16th," she'd always say, still rubbing the sleep from her eyes, "I slept in ok? I can't change when I wake up."
If I can tell the God's honest truth, I think Alley likes that she rarely has to see Ginger. Most mornings Ginger's hair is unkempt and bunched with THC, and the smell of pot seemed infused into her skater-girl skin. It didn't matter how many days the four of us spent together, Alley never shook her cop reflexes, and her eyes turned angry whenever she caught a whiff of Ginger.
I was never in a rush in the mornings, and lately I'd been having a pounding headache, as I pulled on my ratty old robe. I'd thought about buying a new one, but like all that Bloodwyrm crap, it'd always be gone by the next morning. What would be the point?
I shuffled slowly towards the dark kitchen, and groaned at the idea of yet another omelet with the same three leaves of spinach I couldn't even remember buying. Despite my groaning, I twisted the stove to on, and waited for the butter to melt. I twisted it across the pan, leaving a snail trail in the butter's wake, and stifled a yawn.
I knew the sun wouldn't rise for another few minutes, and until the sky turned blue and bright, I'd never stop yawning. On the morning of June 16th I had the opposite problem Ginger had. It was one of the few mornings I actually beat the sun, which meant every single morning, I had to sit around and do nothing for half the day. I'd tried going back to bed, but sleep was a catalyst for the reset. Whenever I fell asleep or died, I'd wake up exactly where I was on the morning of June 16th, in that same tiny twin bed in my same tiny apartment. Some mornings I watched TV, but it was the exact same programming. Every. Single. Day.
I finished turning over the spinach omelet, an act I'd perfected over thousands of attempts, and went to sit at the table. I barely finished blowing the steam from the first bite when I heard Alley's knock at the door.
"Come in," I called between bites, and the police officer let herself through the door.
"Morning," she said. She stretched in the doorway, but her brown hair was pulled into a tight bun and didn't fall, "Any luck last night?"
I looked back at the plate. It wasn't just myself I let down, it was all of them, every single one that was trapped here with me, living the same day over and over. I couldn't find my voice, but I managed to shake my head.
I heard Alley sigh, a disappointment that was worse than anything she could have said, then she took a seat opposite me. "Before I forget," she said, pulling that same pistol I had the night before from her waist. She placed it on the table, and I slid it next to my plate.
"I can make you some breakfast," I said, finally looking up at those angry hazel eyes, but they stayed cold.
"We're not friends," she said simply. She rocked back in her chair before speaking again, "How many more?"
"One thousand, two hundred, and twenty-two," I said, taking another bite, "But they're only going to get harder. Married women. Girls working weird schedules. Girls like Amber, a million times out of my league."
Alley rolled her neck. It was a tick of hers, something she always did when she was deep in thought.
"That's still only a few years," she decided, "We can do it."
Alley was right. She and I weren't friends, but she knew none of us could break the loop until every single woman in Custer City joined our little timeloop, so for now, it was in her best interest to work with me.
"A few years," I laughed. I stopped just long enough to take another bite, "Do you have any idea how meaningless that is to me?"
Alley's eyes narrowed, just enough to question me. "How old," she started. She was cautious, feeling out my reaction with every word, "Do you think you actually are."
I'd never given the question serious thought, and the second knock at the door saved me from having to.
Alley might not have been my friend, but Chrissy was, and the two of them had become friendly as well. They smiled when they saw each other, and Chrissy was quick to join us at the table. Her smile faded when she saw Alley's gun.
"That's the-" she started.
"Yeah," Alley said, "I give it to him every day so he can reset if things go bad."
"But don't you-"
"I know June 16th pretty well," Alley said, "There's no violent calls. Nobody notices I don't have my gun. It's fine. What about you though, you find out anymore about Amber?"
Chrissy scoffed, "What do you think happens after you reset?" she laughed, "My world keeps on spinning until I reset. People were screaming. I had to deal with the cops, so no, I didn't get to talk to Amber."
Alley interrupted, "Ok, so fill me in, what went wrong?"
It was my turn to laugh, "You guys dressed me up like a punk rocker, but I don't know anything about it. The second she started talking it all fell apart."
"Ok," Alley reasoned, "So we just need to get you up to speed, buy some of their albums-"
"No," I said, as firmly as I could, "We don't have time to invent a whole personality. We need another angle."
"One thing I was thinking," Alley said, "Maybe you need more time. I could try to block Paul from going to the bar, give him a bullshit ticket or something. It couldn't hurt at least, right?"
Chrissy nodded along, and Alley continued, "And couldn't we try another approach? Why does it have to be at the bar?"
I finished my plate and spoke as I walked across the kitchen, "Because," I said, "We have no idea where she comes to the bar from. We know she leaves and goes to Paul's house, but it's not like we can follow her backwards. As far as we can tell, from our perspective, her day starts the second she walks into Mumbles."
The third and final knock came at the door. Ginger entered. She wore the same black beanie over her frizzy red hair. Her face was a pale canvas for a million tiny freckles, and she dressed in an oversized sweatshirt, the arms hanging half a foot past her fingertips. She draped her skateboard against the wall, and joined our small group at the table.
"Just based on the vibe," she said, her voice as slow and raspy as ever, "Things didn't go right again?"
I shook my head.
"Amber's an idiot," Ginger said. She pulled her beanie off just long enough to run her dainty fingers through her hair, before she took a seat next to me, and rested her tired head on my shoulder.
"So what's the plan?" she asked.
Alley was already rising from the table, "That'll be up to you," she said, "I've got my mission with Paul, and right now, I've got work to do."
I called after her, "Right, you wouldn't want to get fired."
Alley just flipped me the bird as she left my little apartment.
"I almost think," Ginger said slowly, "There's four of us, maybe it's time to hold her down."
The notion wasn't even worth joking about, and I stopped it stone-faced, "The second we do that, she'd remember."
I let the tension become palpable, and Ginger turned as apologetic as she could.
"The problem is," I said, trying to get us back on course, "Amber doesn't find me attractive. Full stop. It doesn't matter what gimmick I come up with, at the end of the day, she just doesn't want to go home with me."
Chrissy thought for a moment, but was still the first to speak. "She won't get real with me," she said, "Believe me, I've tried, but she just sees me as the bartender. Maybe though," she said, turning to Ginger, "Maybe you could talk to her. Get her drunk, get info, prop him up. If we have time now, we could do that."
Ginger blinked in the morning light, "Me?"
Chrissy took a moment to study the short little stoner, "We could make it work," she decided, "We'll have to scrub you with sandpaper to get the smell out, and we'd need to do a makeover, but you're our best bet."
Ginger took a subconscious sniff at her sweatshirt, before she nervously parted her hair again.
Chrissy inched closer and placed a gentle hand on Ginger's cheek to turn her head side to side. "I think," she started, "I can picture someone Amber would want to hang out with. We'll get that frizz out, go for long straight hair, maybe some bangs. We'll get you a sheer white long-sleeve top, a black cami underneath, maybe a necklace or something. You're already pale enough, if we just do some makeup around your eyes, I think she might actually start the conversation for you."
Ginger's hands wouldn't leave her bunched up hair. They twisted around the matted mess like Chrissy were trying to steal it from her.
"You'll have to read her as you go," Chrissy said, "Figure out how best to talk him up, but I'll be across the bar, ready to help wherever I can."
Ginger crossed her arms nervously against her breasts. Her pupils went wide trying to picture herself so drastically different, or maybe just imagining having to talk with a stranger, and not just any stranger, another woman.
"And what about me?" I finally asked, "What's my plan?"
Chrissy turned her attention from Ginger to me. She tilted her head while she thought, but when she made up her mind she was certain, "You shouldn't be alone," she said, "If we're going to be pointing you out, you shouldn't just be sitting there like a creep. It can't be Alley either, another girl might scare Amber off. Do you think you could invite a guy friend to go with you? Someone way uglier who you can laugh with?"
I shook my head, "I'm the only guy in this stupid loop."
"From before," Chrissy snapped, "Didn't you have any friends before, someone you could call up, ask to go to a bar with?"
"I guess," I lied, but it was good enough for Chrissy.
"Great," she said, and turned to grab Ginger's hand, "We all have a plan, and I have my work cut out for me. Let's go."
Truth be told, I had my work cut out for me as well. Most of the friends I had before all this started were just as nerdy as me, the type who wouldn't touch a bar with a ten-foot post, and from my perspective, it'd been probably forty years since I'd spoken to any of them. They'd seem like strangers.
In the end, I called three people before I finally got a yes. I had to go all the way back to a high school friend, but I found a guy named David who was more than happy to catch up. He was better looking than I might have hoped, but he could get the job done. I'd just have to make sure I sat so it was my face Amber would be seeing. That wouldn't be too hard, after all, I knew she'd sit in that very same corner of the bar as always.
We got to the bar around six thirty and the conversation came easily. He told me about his time in Foxwood and how his life had changed since Foxwood. For a moment, I almost forgot the mission. Amber had been sitting for nearly twenty minutes, and I was just focused on talking to David; but then Ginger walked in.
If Chrissy hadn't told us exactly how she planned to change Ginger's look, I'm honestly not sure I would have recognized her. She smiled when she saw me, and she'd swapped a black leather choker for the necklace idea, but other than that she looked just like Chrissy described.
From behind the bar, Chrissy flashed a smile of her own, but looked away just as quickly. I'd never seen Ginger wear heals a day in her life, but she glided with the grace of a model.
David tilted his head, watching me stare before he laughed and muttered, "Down boy."
I whipped my head back to the table, and tried to keep the blush from my cheeks. I gave a silent prayer, hoping Amber didn't see, then tried to find David's eyes again.
"I think I see why you picked this place," he laughed. He took a small sip of his drink, and his eyes wandered across the bar.
The heat in my face seemed to pool in the tips of my ears, but it was starting to recede.
"It's as close to Foxwood as we get," I laughed. I joined him, taking a drink of my own, and we got back to our conversation.
He started telling me about the houses near him, how some of the values tripled in just a few years and how much it was starting to piss him off.
I started a reply, just something stupid about housing here in Custer City, but his eyes had gone distant, and he was looking past me.
"What-," I started to ask, but the second I looked back I saw it. Amber had thrown herself across her chair and her lips were locked with Ginger's. Ginger's hands went nervously up the girl's back, and Chrissy was running out from
behind the bar.
She jerked her head and dashed her finger across the bar, "Get over there!"
I stood hastily, and brushed my pants as I started towards the two. They had broken from their embrace, and Amber saw me approaching.
Ginger turned back slowly, and her warm smile returned. Her freshly straightened hair had become a mangled mess, and the lipstick Chrissy drew so deliberately on her had started to smear across her cheek.
"This is the guy," Ginger said nervously, but Amber was far too drunk to catch it.
"Hi," Amber said, her acrid breath catching me like a charging bull, "Ginger was saying you're the best."
Ginger interjected, "We were thinking about going home," she said, really taking Chrissy's advice to audible to heart, "We were hoping you'd join us."
In my mind I saw the same house I'd been waking up to for as long as I could remember. The floor was mostly covered in old clothes, and where it was visible crumbs were as common as strands of carpet. My eyes went wide. As drunk as Amber was, I knew my house would be a turnoff.
It wouldn't be the first time that the mess scared off a date, and I'm sure it wouldn't be the last, but Chrissy saw my eyes, and sideskirted past the bar. She slipped her house key into my pocket and gave me a nod. Sometimes it was nice to be on a team.
When I looked back to Amber and Ginger, Amber's tongue was pawing at Ginger, and Ginger tried her best to kiss her. I helped the two from their stools and started towards the car. I held the door for Amber, and watched as crawled her way into the back seat. Ginger chased after her, and Amber's hands started running up her shirt.
I'd gotten close to thousands of girls, thousands of times, but this was my first time with two in my backseat. My hands were shaky as I reached for the ignition, and when I adjusted the mirror, I saw the two had locked lips again. Ginger's hands crawled up Amber's back, and beneath her cami she was braless. Her nipples had hardened so much they poked against her shirt.
The engine roared to life and I started towards Chrissy's house. I hadn't been there often, but it was close to the bar and the directions were uncomplicated. I pulled into the garage and started for the house. Before the door had opened, Amber was already struggling to get her shirt past her head. I waited on the front steps, just long enough to take her hand and help her into the foyer.
She finished pulling her shirt off with a shake of her obsidian hair, then she was staring right at me. If she could tell it was me and not Ginger, she didn't seem to notice. She took a pair of hasty steps towards me, and threw her arms around my neck. I braved her sour breath as she threw herself into a kiss, and I felt her black bra against my chest. Even through the padding I could feel her pierced nipples.
I stumbled backwards as she shot a hand down my boxers. I didn't need her touch to get hard, but her cold hands sent a chill of excitement up my spine. I kept walking backwards, my hand lunging for the wall, fumbling for the light switch. Chrissy's house filled with light, and I saw Amber's dilated eyes, fixated on mine. I brought my hand back and returned the favor. I slid down her panties, and fought with a thicket of hair, until I ran my finger across her pussy. She pulled herself closer, and buried her head against my neck.
Ginger got tired of waiting. She pulled both shirts off in a fluid motion, and started towards Amber's ass. She cupped her tight little ass, and wedged her fingers around her skimpy skirt. Ginger pulled it down, leaving Amber bottemless. Amber arched her back, just enough for Ginger to get underneath. I caught a glimpse of Ginger's tongue, slowly spiraling as it ran up Amber's body, and I felt every micro-twitch as Amber leaned against me.
I reached around Amber's back and started toying with the clasp of her bra. I freed her nipples, and felt my hands cup around her breasts. We were back to kissing, and Amber sent a horny hand between her legs to help Ginger.
Amber's back shook in ecstasy, and we broke apart for just a moment. Ginger slid to her knees, and started working away at her bottoms. I circled the two for just a moment, and Amber looked back to the redhead. She knelt enough to kiss the girl, while Ginger finished pulling the pants from around her ankles.
I got my first full glimpse of Amber's nude body and saw the chandelier tattoo just below her breasts. I felt my cock twitch and knew I couldn't stay away much longer. I reached for Amber's hands and started leading her towards the couch. She reached for Ginger, and the three of us crossed the house like a chain gang.
We reached the couch, and I spun Amber so we were face to face. She fell back to the couch, while I felt Ginger's small fingers working at my belt. I leaned forward, and buried my face between Amber's legs. If she owned a razor, she didn't have much of a relationship with it. I felt her sweaty hair against my chin as my tongue found the metallic taste of her vagina.
My dick twitched again as Ginger wrapped her arm around my waist and gave me two or three strokes, just to make sure I was ready.
I stood so I was towering over the little punk girl. She spread her legs just a little wider in excitement, and I inched closer towards her. I circled the head of my penis through her jungle of pubic hair and she squirmed her neck in anticipation.
I couldn't take it any longer. I stopped circling and gave a slow, careful thrust. Her arms rose high above her head, and seeing the way her armpits contorted and the muscles along her breast flexed almost made me cum right then and there.
It wouldn't have mattered. I was in. That was a mission success as far as the timeloop went, but I wasn't about to stop, and neither was Ginger. She inched alongside me, and Amber's hand came back down and reached for Ginger's pussy. The redhead bent at the abdomen and found Amber's drunken lips again.
I quickened my pace, thrusting in time with Amber's gentle strokes. I felt my left hand crawl up Amber's waist until it found her breast. Ginger pulled away for just a moment, and gave me a sloppy kiss before she pulled me away from Amber. Amber sat up against the couch, and I saw the half dozen pictures of Chrissy's family on the wall. Whatever. She was too drunk to notice.
It didn't matter how many times Ginger and I had fucked, she'd always want a turn, and as she bent forward to grind her ass against my pelvis, I knew she wasn't giving me a choice. She started licking at Amber's red pussy, and I toyed my dick around her asshole. I ran my fingers around her perfect freckled buttcheeks and she gave a wiggle of anticipation. I watched as Amber's arms shot up again with pleasure, and I wormed my dick towards Ginger's bare pussy. I grabbed her by the waist and gave her a quick thrust to start things off. I heard the softest little moan, and saw the way her neck twitched up when I entered.
I found a rhythm and watched as Ginger's red hair bobbed side to side, making Amber squirm.
I'd like to say I fucked all night and really give you the wish fulfillment you're probably looking for, but it was my first time with two girls. At best I made it another thirty seconds before I came in her pussy.
I thought that was it. I really thought, mission accomplished. I came. Time to go to bed, but Amber and Ginger had plans of their own.
Ginger took a handful of penguin steps until she was upright. She pulled away just enough to get a glare from Amber, and the rocker girl decided to stand. Ginger ran her finger down her ginger legs and started fishing for my cum. When she pulled her finger out, a droopy white coating ran down her palm. She looked at it for a moment, almost curious. She twisted it between her fingers, then spun it to show Amber. Amber leaned forward and started licking, sucking on Ginger's finger like a lollipop.
When Amber finished cleaning Ginger's finger, her eyes narrowed in sultry, and she spoke in a whisper, "Let me lick your pussy."
Ginger inched forward, spreading her legs like a sumo wrestler. Amber had to lean almost flat to get underneath Ginger's legs, and seeing the way her back contorted made my heart start racing again.
The head of my penis was still as sensitive as ever, but I couldn't help stroking it, testing to see if it could get hard again. Amber ran a finger through her hair to keep it from her eyes, and I ran my fingers down her spine. My penis started coming to life, and I creeped behind Amber. She felt my presence and shimmied her legs so I could get in, and suddenly I was back in business.
The head of my penis was still dotted with cum, but pregnancies weren't much of a concern when I lived in a timeloop. I felt her warm, wet pussy while my right hand clawed up her mons pubis, massaging the tufts of hair. It was sweatier than before, but different. Now her black hair had streaks of the two women's cum, and I massaged it into her skin.
When I looked up, Ginger's blue eyes were fixated on me. She leaned across Amber's back, and the two of us started kissing. I, buried in Amber's pussy; Amber, her head between Ginger's legs; while Ginger and I wrestled with our tongues.
It'd once again be a lie to say I lasted too much longer. I finished, and the horniness seemed to leave me. I became suddenly aware of just how soaked we'd gotten the velvet coach.
I fell back to my ass, and watched the two girls finish with a cum-filled kiss.
Amber pulled the cum from between her legs, and fed it to Ginger before the two joined me at the couch.
"It's late," I pointed out, and Amber just nodded. Ginger pulled her knees to her chest and leaned against me. She draped her hands against my sweaty chest and sighed.
"The bedrooms down the hall," I whispered, but neither were in a hurry to move. I wrapped my arms around their shoulders, and toyed with each of their nipples, just enough to tease them.
The three of us were still breathing heavily, and our cloudy breathes were all we could hear for a while. Amber was the first to leave. She waddled down the hall, fully nude as she disappeared into the bedroom.
Ginger's red hair was still pressed against my neck as she spoke, "This is the part," she started, "That I always hate. Going to bed and waking up in that same fucking apartment always hurts."
"We're getting there," I said, and I started towards the bedroom. I took a look at Amber's sleeping form and sighed, "It's tomorrow though, that I always hate. You never know how she'll react."
Ginger's only answer was draping her hands around my shoulders from behind. I felt her perky breasts push against my back, and her pelvis against my butt. She followed me into the room, and didn't let me go as we joined Amber in the king-size bed.
I listened to Amber's gentle snores for a while, then Ginger's quiet breathing joined her.
I sighed, but couldn't resist sleep any longer.
I think sleep is what I miss the most. I don't get to experience it anymore, not the way everyone else does. It's instant, like time travelling. The second I closed my eyes, it was over. I was back in my own bed, and it was six thirteen a.m. Onto the next girl.
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The Princesses in the Tower - Chapter 6, Part 3 - Barbara [Maledom] [Male supremacy] [Humiliation] [Spanking] [Dubcon] [Plot heavy]
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**Barbara**
Meat. Dead meat.
I cut a steak for lunch, and repellent tassels flew out.
What did the warden say?
"Romano's lungs were full of water, and a piece of debris tore through his chest. Disgusting like the contents of my plate. And I almost added them to the wreckage."
I ate just enough so they wouldn't think I was on a hunger strike. My stomach didn't want to be alive. It was trying to expel the mustiness brought on by Enzo's death. We fucked, we could even get to know each other. If Jenine, our dear savior, killed him, I don't want to be saved by her anymore!
After lunch, according to the latest schedule update, Homemaking was supposed to follow, but Weatherby and Arnolph took us, the Loyalists, away. In the cabinet, they introduced us to our extraordinary testing - New Family Week. During that, we will be visiting the co-lector and her lover to live with them as their daughter and help in the house.
"You will address them as 'Mom' and 'Dad'. No sarcasm or play-acting. Father has the right to call you by a different name for the lesson," Weatherby commanded us. "You will maintain trust and obedience towards them. You will live as expected of you after you are released and process your experiences for your fellow students."
As he uttered those words, I wondered if it is going to be as much the test for co-lectors as for us. Wall-raised daughters on the one hand, diligent mothers on the other. Both seemingly favored women, who, however, are warned that they have to repay the debt for consideration. Fake parents of mine were played by Roberta Brunkow and her Heir, Martin Ingham. Mom had all her exciting parts covered with a dark hazel evening dress. I got white boy shorts and a crop top. On the walk, Ingham lifted his legs like a man after a medical procedure (or an invalid who would regain his movement after one) but his gaze sought me regularly, and it was not for my safety or benefit. Since the assassination of the Paladins, something in me had been dying and coming back to life. That never-ending change whispered that I had to obey and not hesitate when given instructions, even if a fake father draws a number on me for those interested in marriage (555-666-3469, perhaps?).
We went to a library disguised as a mall, where I understood that the women's and children's sections were united, like in many industries. I wanted to rummage through the clothes on display like an epileptic ferret, but Ingham picked out a few pieces and told us what he would pay with his credit card.
At the second stop, I understood why we don't do this in virtual reality. Ingham told us that he wanted meatloaf with a Greek salad and French onion soup for dinner. I chose everything I needed in the kitchen, and under Brunkow's supervision, I went to cook for Heir in one of the more luxurious rooms, supposedly vacated by Paladin. We brought it to Ingham's table for five people.
The two of us ate in the kitchen corner.
Could it be Enzo's suite? The odds are one to four. Rest in peace, meatloaf. I squinted. Rest in peace, jolly good fellow.
“I'm a little exhausted,” I said over the waning goodness. "Don't we have double biology class now, mom?"
“You have one, and Trevorrow will teach it," Brunkow explained sternly.
Women are treated like cattle here, but the pasture is green, and the cowboys know how to manage their time.
It meant the Loyalists arrived during a break, and the wardens ordered them to jump into the toilet. I was in the cabin unnecessarily, so I commented out loud. "The food is grateful that I cooked. It does not leave me." Lydia's laugh answered me to my right. "My dad told me I couldn't pick up a salt shaker. I hope his stomach dislikes his dinner!"
"However, some creatures can live in their intestines and eat him!" That was Amber Bernstein outside of the Loyalists' circle. I laughed and got out of the cabin. The smile passed me because Trevorrow was standing in front of the sinks, her eyes storming. I guessed correctly that I could wash but not go out into the corridor. The teacher waited until Lydia and Amber came out and addressed us all.
"Jokes against authority figures will not go unanswered. I warn you that insulting men outside can cost you up to 30 moral credit points. That's why you will get 30 strappings on your bottoms, Butcher and Bernstein. You only caused it, Pignon, so you have a reprieve, and you will watch. Next time you transgress, I will punish you the same."
We, convicts, would prefer to be able to go back to the toilet right now, but this is how we had to tame our gestation in class, with Trevorrow testing anyone but us. Amber and Lydia were to receive a lesson on human nerves.
She unchained us, and we had to ritually accompany her to the office, where she made a ritual note about my probation.
“Please, fellow lector,” Lydia begged. "We were answering. We wouldn't have thought of it ourselves!""So today I will be merciful," she admitted. "I´ll give you the first fifteen on your panties. Bernstein, you're going to hold your classmate." Amber stood still while a shaken Lydia walked around the table. With a big smile, Trevorrow made her lie down on the table and reluctantly adjust her lavender panty ass. Amber took her arms. They both paled, looking into each other's eyes. The teacher did not delay.
"Owwwwww! I'm sorry!"
"That's wonderful! Then you know you had it coming!"
Leather was giving a hot kisses that clung to her bottom tighter than the fabric of her underwear. Every scream of Lydia must have been heard a little further away, and Amber's eyes wet with tears, even though it wasn't her turn by a long shot yet. When the first half of Lydia's punishment finished, and the girls were about to take turns, one of them let out a happy sigh, but the other had to ask me to pull up her skirt. The teacher divided her punishment into three sequences of five - the first normal, the second more symbolic, and the final hellfire bombardment, during which Lydia held Amber by the elbows. The clapping and roaring formed a harmony, the rhythm of which the teacher had to enjoy.
“So much for the merciful part,” Trevorrow declared. "Now lie down next to each other and show me your bottoms in all their decaying glory." The fact that they were getting on a bare did not mean that the teacher spared them. On the contrary, she beat them all the more, determined to make the girls squeal at the punishment and sob loudly after it. She systematically alternated between the burning bottoms, anxiously making sure she was equally strict on both. Amber and Lydia begged her not to have to put on their panties when the strap instructed them one last time.
"Nasties need more heat," Trevorrow joked, holding up her arm with the attitude adjuster.
That convinced them.
Human cruelties and condescension reminded me of the kindness with which Enzo cared for his neighbors. All I had to do was look at Louisa. She reminded me of him and that he had fallen asleep forever. He could disappear from the world, but not out of my head. So, I joined Therese in prayer right before the taps. Zita would never feel my blues, and Stacey wasn't coming back until about midnight. I prayed for peace of mine, and that of the late boy, without a death wish for anyone. I begged to make bad things more bearable.
The girls from our room liked the gym. It may have contributed to the fact that they haven´t caned any of us for slacking in for over two weeks. I was sad, but eagerly hopped on the treadmill, strapped on the scanner, and turned on the thing. Before that, I heard mean words during the morning warm-ups, as did everyone in our non-voluntary group. With me, people mainly remembered how overweight I was at the beginning of the school year and how my manners had changed since then. I preferred not to respond to the sneers that morning. My sense of humor spoiled enough things yesterday.
I was running on a treadmill, imagining myself chased by an ape that satisfied himself with Pepper. But I must have messed something up. The treadmill stopped, and the words "Biological Change Detected" flashed on his monitor. The warden took the scanner from me and looked at the detailed description. She urged me to go to the infirmary with her baton. She whispered something to the nurse, who ran me over with an orange light hand lamp-gadget.
"It analysed her state awesomely," said the nurse in surprise. "Fertilized egg!"
Holy Mother-
Holy Me?
They put me on a bed and let a male doctor and two nurses look after me. They were hysterically checking to see if I was missing something. I think that kind of attention suited the First Lady after she broke her legs and at least one arm at a dance performance. At the same time, my body felt the same as when I tried to receive God's intervention yesterday.
Enzo- A guest I should know better than to fuck- Tiny particle of you survived. I'll try to make it- more alive every day? Larger? It will unknowingly drain my nutrients and burden my body. Lamely will walk me, mom, oblivious of the top reason why people have sex. Not even Viola did it that quickly, and Dwight managed not to die, not to leave his Pignon to the ogres.
Mayson came into the infirmary in a frenzy, slapping men and women. He extended his sweaty right hand to me. The principal didn't squeeze me too hard but held me for a long time.
"Congratulations, and thank you for your initiative, young lady!" bellowed the man. He let go of me and sat on the bed. "Expected baby couldn't choose better parents." He winked at me. "You showed a willingness to come to our aid even before the end of your first year, and fate brought you together with Mr. Romano´s poor father and mother-" His voice faltered, then he finished the sentence "... who are giving me a lot of grief for long days. Miss Pignon, I think I can absolve you of Loyalist meetings."
I politely declined. There was no one else here to support me to bask in the joy of it or mourn the loss.
"Your new positions will make up for it!" Mayson assured me. “I promoted you to the privileged one with immediate effect and will negotiate with Romanos sending the surrogate groom as soon as they wish. The goal of the negotiations will be the date and conditions of your extraction from here."
I thanked him politely and opened my mouth like a fish, which is just a little less gabby.
"Bring the discarded chair!" I wouldn't be surprised if some diner stuck food in her throat. Glass-shattering voice of Arnolph changed the simple request in the microphone to the sound of a military band.
They made room for me at the privileged table and Arnolph revealed to everyone that I was preggo. According to the existing model of society, I was praised for my efforts, and I should also have respected the man who is no longer alive today, to whom I owe it, and whose legacy passed on to me.
People weren't looking at her, they were looking at me. I inadvertently ran my hand over my stomach. Regular inmates were curious if the knocked-up girl still had something to say about herself, and a number of strippers or other women with an erotic career tried to scare me with their tightened eyebrows. I looked down at my flat stomach, which was supposed to swell again in a few months. "I will be a nice mother, I promise. I will marry a father who will probably look like your real dad. You will come to this world in a nice place. Your parents will prepare it for you." Arnolph quickly sat me down.
"You're sitting where Pepper was," the woman to my right whispered. Irene Baird. "We'll like you about as much as her."
I looked around and reached for the tea with a battering hand. A floozy sitting across held my hand and poured three-quarters of a lemon into it. "You must drink now, breeder."
Someone didn't figure this out. The privileged thought about me as kindly, as the moral inmates thought of them.
"The child can be thoroughly stupid when born because the mother forgot the pills," Irene pointed out.
She already had an empty cup. I poured my time into her and took two warm croissants. I don't feel an increased appetite yet, but I wouldn´t limit myself. I will try to see how it will be.
"If you ask me... At last, I have a younger girl here to give advice!" that's what Cabrera said. "Welcome to the club, Barbara!"
We high-fived.
"Welcome to the club, Barbara!" This time, a thin black woman enthusiastically greeted me. I have never noticed her. "My name is Helen, and they bully me too because I wanted to be here, but we earned our privileges."
“Welcome, Barbara.” Alice supported them.
“Welcome, Barbara,” Claudia remembered that she knew me.
"Welcome, Barbara. Grow up, rest of you!"
What got into Ruby Caine?
Frowns turned upward, and I didn't allow myself to look back at my virtuous comrades. It could also be because of how they finally accepted me that I suffered from conflicting feelings. In addition to the third croissant, notices prepared for Therese or Zita also helped me. But that would go if the spokeswoman, stocked with news, wouldn't pat me on the back.
“This is Cassandra and Lola,” she presented the wardens in bulletproof armor.
"They'll protect you for the rest of your stay, which will also have an altered program. You're excused from the Art of Holy Submission, and you'll only be left with Androcentrism from the Mainstream Education, where you'll no longer be a chair to a classmate. Of course, you'll still have to attend side programs like New Family Week. You will be able to self-develop in your spare time, but you will have to consult your intentions with us."
"Am I eligible for therapy?" Why did my voice waver instead of resonating with the most venomous sarcasm?
"Of course! The session with Mrs. Rosenstein will be tailor-made for you, and you can safely consult her about your shock."
The inmates were getting up and were no longer curious about what I was doing. The exceptions were my roommates and Nicole. They were looking for me, but the wardens had already pushed them away and were warningly beating on the bodies exposed by the strap harness. I couldn't tell them anything when I passed them.
Zita shook her head.
"Did you even realize this? You're going to be called Barbara Romano?! That's like some guy being Hernando Aztec!"
I have to ask Sophia if Cassandra and Lola have removing the teeth of former friends in their job description.
Clara was waiting for me outside her office door. She took me from the wardens and kissed me on the forehead. "I'm glad I can help you with the life landmark," Clara told me. "Ensuring a happy mother is a basis for an excellent life for the baby." "That is what I want most of all," I testified. "My child will have a well-secured life." Son or daughter? *I have to make special arrangements if I deliver a girl.*
"Sit down."
I took back the wing chair where Clara had scared me so terribly. "I feel like everything in the world is conspiring against me. I didn't want to have kids yet, and that guy was cool, but he died, and now they made me live with a new bunch of women and-"
Clara put her hand on my knee. "Honey, I know you want to talk, but our administration is just as taken aback as you are. It is my fault the girls mistrust the principal and his counselors. Leave solving problems to them.
Of course, you are emotional. The Mr. Father usually helps expecting mother-” She looked sympathetic. "You have me here instead of him. We´ll talk, and if we have more time, I will teach you some breathing exercises."
"Are you going to tell mom and dad?"
"Romanos will invite them to your wedding. The things will be a matter to change before then, and your old folks should not be confused out of all the developments." I snapped my leg to withdraw her claw. The hag had no way of knowing it was dishonest on my side. I will message mom and dad tomorrow, the day after tomorrow at the latest.
"There is one more way to relieve your current stress." Clara got up and came back with something she took off her desk.
I looked at the object. The counselor was holding a massive hairbrush in her hand. A flat area of brown, yellow, and black spots glistened on the flatside. The beautiful thing and the wrist had to feel it. Not that it should be the place that would hurt me.
Clara handed it to me. "Therapeutic spanking. The pain forces the organism to expel the stress. Not many girls go for it, considering they beat them in the classes, but with your workload, it might do the trick."
I slapped it on my palm. Yeah. If someone hits me with it at speed, I might regret coming here, but maybe I'll think more clearly. I also deserve it for what I did to Amber and Lydia. I gave her back the hairbrush handle first.
"I agree. Spank me."
As Clara herself said, we had rich experience in receiving thrashings. She lacked the time to answer, and I was already on the wing chair facing backward and pushed toward the person who was determined to make my sitting uncomfortable for the next few days. I forced the skirt to stay up on the second try, and the panties wrapped around my clutched knees. The asscheeks were wrapped in air and cooled by the metal touch of the chastity belt in the middle.
"Tell me when you're ready," Clara said encouragingly.
"I am. My ass and head need it."
"You can also guess that it teaches you how to deal with the child when he is naughty or crying." The area of the hairbrush covered a wide spot on my right buttock. "For now, we're all about blood circulation. A little warm-up won't hurt."
Tap-tap-tap-tap. The first four strokes were just smaller strikes from a short distance, but the fifth one... Phew, it was like she was scolding me for something, and I was sure that a dark red spot started to form on my ass. I was beginning to doubt if I had made the right decision. I gritted my teeth, and Clara repeated the whole thing. My ass was already throbbing with strong pain in two places, and it warmed me all over so that I could melt the snow with it. But I indeed relaxed. So I'll let the counselor do her job.
"Now get ready, Barbs. It's going to be normal thrashing."
To my misfortune, I looked at the wall and saw Clara's shadow stretching out. I was horrified by the force she was putting into the blow. I gripped the backrest tightly and...
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
The hairbrush was now landing on its target with twice the force of its worst blows before. It hurt almost like caning after losing the match. I also kicked twice, for which Clara punished the offending thigh.
I thought I was going to cry my face off, but Clara only added to the strength, and never took it away. She stopped only around the fortieth stroke when I stopped moving because I was afraid of what the slightest movement would do to my ass.
"Did that calm you down, Barbs?"
I couldn't understand much through the sobs, but I appreciated her performance. Anyway, I had other things to worry about now, and I will never ask for therapy again. Perhaps I felt a little unreasonable joy in the company of Cassandra and Lola. We went to New Family Week. Slowly.
Ingham did not let me go without consequences in front of the virtual reality room. "Eleven minutes past the deadline! You... I'm not going to call you Barbara... How about Zoe? No, I've got it, Vivian! I know you're worried, but you have to respect your parents. If you don't want to come with us, you won´t certainly mind the educational delay." He sat down in a chair in the hallway.
"Over my lap!"
This didn't work out for me.
Our "family trip" in virtual reality was organized by Brunkow, choosing one of the Biology lessons applications. Computer created a zoo where enlarged insects were exhibited instead of normal animals. Enclosures, like those intended for rhinos, were inhabited by the longicorns. The dung beetles moved their dung up the mounds, fascinating despite the stench. The trees here were not grazed by the giraffes but by praying mantises. Children had to be careful on the twisted bridge to avoid sticking to the web, but they couldn't help but worry about the rusty spider, which returned their gaze and loomed over them like a dark cloud. The most extensive installation was the "bee pavilion" - a section of the hive structure where we admired the striped workers running the honeycombs. Kids received candies at the exit.
Ingham settled his "wife and daughter" beside an aviary with a cocoon from which the Red Admiral emerged every ten minutes.
"Maybe we should take a flight," he suggested and pulled my hand so I wouldn't miss how the dark wings marked with variegated edges and spotted white unfolded. The daughter Vivian, eager for more conveniences of the world under a magnifying glass, asked her mother to agree with her father, and she put her finger on the stop marked with the image of a dragonfly on the zoo map. The digital theater, in which we were supposed to learn, did not fall behind the comedy played for "daddy".
The dragonfly in the giant edition retained its contradicting charm. Til you jumped on, it looked menacingly like a natural spitfire, and at the same time, it was clear that when she sat on a rose (or this case, a redwood), she doubled the beauty of the honored plant. I couldn't help but wonder when we took off, and two pairs of wings flapped around us. Space, as the only commodity, proved to be slightly lacking on the narrow body. Ingham sat in front, Brunkow behind him, and I on their tail. Only my sore ass didn't enjoy this ideal child's ride.
"Finally detached from earth and free from the dictates of heaven!" Ingham shouted to the sky far above, yet seemingly at hand. "Vivian, considering what happened to you, you were already eighteen, right?"
I had to confirm this and was reluctant to remind him of his role.
"We'll rest for a while. You and Roberta will get undressed."
Basic command of guys. Like saying "sit" to a dog. Ingham ordered the dragonfly to land at the gift shop. Brunkow and I stood up awkwardly and threw pieces of our clothing at the crowds of visitors. If those people existed, we'd both probably throw ourselves off the roof.
"That corpse had a taste," Martin assessed me from the pubic hair. "Now I wish this simulation isn't completely physically realistic."
He requested ropes from the system and tied my naked figure to the right front wing. He immobilized Brunkow on the opposite side at the back. The virtual relay was not abiding by physics, and I was swaying back and forth in the next phase of the flight. Ingham loved the show. At first, he just tickled my pubic area then he stuck his finger in my pussy. Forced excitement and vibration on my back made me come sooner than when I lost my virginity. Ingham made me shiver, and I hoped that nothing but his finger would get into my privates.
Ingham flew just below the clouds with the dragonfly and lay down on it. He directed his head seldom at Roberta, mostly at me, picking up on the feminine helplessness. "I used to make figurines and dolls myself, but I have to entrust this composition to the automatic systems,” he noted. "But not before I get my desired virtual lover - the hot ant queen - programmed."
“Daddy, I'm thirsty.”
This indicated that we should leave the VR, and Ingham was not against that. He made it a little worse for me by stepping on the sun, but the desire to dehydrate me passed him in drastic half a minute.
“You're a good girl, Vivian,” he complimented me. "I guess you even made love humbly and chastely with Mr. Romano, like a perfect bride. At the same time, you have to be a hooker to do it again with his replacement. Ha! You are the last named privileged one and the only one who they will dare not to sully."
"The privileged ones can be dirtier than they are?" I asked in a naive voice. "They're gradually breaking them down." Martin sighed "Golden girls mustn't get too much prideful. Our party has other concerns, but bosses told us they are lowering their position. They will keep their advantages, but soon we will have to give them some malice, and in the end, you, the young ones would get the order."
Every woman, without exception, probably has to ingratiate herself with men to be respected. Plight, when a country brings up its men to have a high standard. And I was supposed to be avoided by the wrongs. If I get angry at the whore-gang in the future, I can tell myself that the joke is on them. It won´t mean squat for me because the inconveniences will hurt even the kindest of their bunch. Not to mention that I thought I'd be here a year longer than any of them, and I'll be out months earlier. I hope I can still help Mrs. Clerence recover until that happens and Louisa comes to terms with herself.
Brunkow took me out of the VR room to hand me over to her wife Sylvia. Student girls found out about their relationship after the first weekend we spent here, and most of us looked at them as siblings so it wouldn't be so weird, but I, whenever I remembered Mom, Dad, sometimes even Viola... I wondered what it must be like when they kiss, when they touch, confide in each other, and cement their bond that could become a family.
God, why didn't you make me a dyke? I despaired. Maybe I found the reason. Sylvia led me to the library to show me some volumes on parenting. But I wanted to do something else. I stopped at the spot, and the wardens had to point it out to Slyvia. "I want to talk to the principal. Immediately! But first, Cabrera!"
I liked the initial rendezvous better. Cabrera received me like her relative and thanked me for stopping by her place. We met as friends and parted as friends. Meeting Mayson was nothing like that.
Principal had two shots on the table, one with colorless content and the other with yellowish-brown content. He was contorting his face into conflicting expressions in front of the mirror and repeated something to himself in a low voice, but I couldn't guess the number of words, let alone their meaning.
"The cliché says it should be the best day of your life..." Mayson turned to me and walked over quickly enough to deliver me to a seat. "But I know how it can spoil what the ladies dreamed about.
Whether for the next month or even for life. Good thing they have so many mentors! That's why we have you here, after all, faster than I expected you to be." I gave him an evil smirk with my tongue showing, and spoke in a little harsher tone than I'd ever allowed myself to anyone.
"You talked about the Romanos wanting to get to know me. I could get in touch with them now. The surrogate already knows about me and should speak to the one he enters an arranged marriage with.“
Mayson shifted in his chair. "Don't want to see them. The parents are grief-stricken. I've talked to the father and then to the mother. Never been on their feet together. The younger Romano supposedly doesn't even want to admit it happened yet."
I sobbed. "I know... Try it anyway. They'll see someone Enzo liked in me. That's what will calm them down."
Mayson stared at me blankly. "Look, I want to prepare you, and when I say that, I mean it. I told them that you cry into your pillow all the time, and you don't want to talk to them. I want you to know as much as possible, about how they wish to imagine you. So they will be grateful to you and me.”
I jumped to the table. "You're making me an irresponsible bimbo?! I know what I'm supposed to do, and I need to get to know them to fit in."
Mayson stood up and braced himself with his hands. "Honesty is nice, but this is about getting my clients what they ordered. There isn't a difference between the right kind of pizza and the right daughter-in-law anymore. I can't let them down when their son died here!"
"So, according to you, I won't be a good daughter-in-law? Probably not, when you reassigned me to the whores, and you don't even respect them anymore. You don't respect anyone!"
"I must respect the thing you have in your womb," Mayson stated coldly. “And because of that, I now have to spare and isolate you appropriately.”
According to him, wardens taking me to the infirmary, where they bound me with plastic handcuffs, spread-eagle, was appropriate.
I already forgot to be reserved. Due to my current position, I cursed and jerked the whole way and defended myself even when they handcuffed me. They needed to calm me down, so they removed my chastity belt, pulled out a special double dildo, and stuffed it in my ass and pussy. The more I thrashed, the greater force it thrust into me. It was also equipped with grooved wheels, rotating me there and unpleasantly rubbing the places that should have pleased me.
I succumbed to the pressure, and my body took so long to recover that I didn't even know it and suddenly noticed with horror the evening tint of the sky. Nurses avoided me. They only made sure I was breathing about once every half hour. Casandra and Lola might have been given guard duty outside. In the early evening, someone I knew visited me.
"Basma!" I screamed and also took a breath. "Don't you know, will they bring me something for dinner?"
She denied it. "Mayson wants you to get a little drink, and then she won't let you out until the morning."
I didn't like that, and now that I lacked the dildo between my legs, I rejected humility and obedience. Unlike the small bottle of water.
"You know what? I might stay here, but go to see Cabrera. I want her to know while she can still look at me."
As Basma walked away, I kept returning to the conversation with the first co-lector in my head, which lulled me to sleep.
*"People have described that similar things have happened to them," Cabrera admitted. "Belittling us... Breaking us... It felt like nonsense to me when I started with the craft. One of the many nonsense guys have in their heads, and it tired me. Then I stopped brooding over it. The more we like humiliation, the more they will like us."*
*"It would be worthy of public knowledge," I urged. "People are different. Those who grew lazy may not be as understanding as you, and it will recoil on them. Hell, they might end up like the one beat up for sticking a knitting needle in Harris's nose."*
*She smirked. "Not even a day with us, and you are already looking after the interests of the home team. Don't worry. We are the alliance. With that octopus, the certainties of people who are more respected in the Tower than us caved in, and they will slowly trample around us. Mayson didn´t take out all the shards from his shoes."*
I don't know how long I slept. I was wood-stiffen in this position. What´´´´´´´´´ s more, in the dark and the air shaken by the rustling, I was as close to the rest as the Vatican is similar to China.
Figures gathered around me. Some of them I estimated to be women, but there were also clearly men.
"Who are you?" I screamed when a long object in the right hand of one of the unambiguous guys flashed from the dim light of the outdoor lamp.
"Commando of rescuers," said a female voice. Helen.
"We're hunters in need of a mascot," Ingham said playfully.
“We cannot allow Mayson to tarnish the memory of the one we fight for.” I didn't know this voice. It belonged to the guy with the blade.
"That's bullshit." Suddenly I stopped being interested in the attention. "I'm only supposed to stay here until morning."
"We piss on facts! You are the causa belli!!" The glare of the blade flashed across the barred window and the sky beyond.
The cuff on my leg tore in two.
"Principal merely directs. Our fathers told us how to rule!"
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The time I was seduced by a couple of grandparents [MFF]
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I get judged pretty heavily for this story the couple of times I’ve told it to friends, I guess because of the massive age difference involved. I figure this is probably a bit more of an accepting crowd. To be honest, it’s one of the hottest sexual experiences of my life. I think about it all the time. So without further ado, here’s the time I was seduced by a couple of grandparents.
When I was 26, I had a job going around to trade shows. Basically, I flirted with industry people and tried to get them to book an appointment with someone who actually knew what they were talking about. I won’t go into a ton of details, but I promise it wasn’t anything interesting. I used to go out to bars a lot in new towns, because I didn’t like the people I met at the shows, and bars are a good place to meet locals.
I was sitting alone at the bar, watching a random baseball game to pass time when I was approached by a woman who is to this day one of the most gorgeous people I’ve ever seen. We’ll call her Celine for the sake of this story. She was a brunette, with gray streaks in her hair, who stood about the same height as me (I’m 5’4”) in her wedge heels. What set her apart from most other humans on earth was her blue eyes. I cannot explain why, but I was enchanted.
We chatted for a little while, I found out she was in her sixties, and traveling with her husband who was at a table with some people across the bar. When her husband came over to join us, it became clearer what they were interested in. Celine began showering me with compliments, she talked extensively about how great I looked in my jeans. I confessed I thought her legs looked amazing in her mid-thigh sundress, and her husband suggested I run my hand along her leg.
She was gorgeous, and I was tipsy so I did. I ended up with my fingers tracing circles on this woman’s thigh while we talked a little bit more. Then, in a move she had clearly used before. She leaned back against her husband’s chest (He was standing behind her.) and asked if I’d like to come back to their hotel.
It was then that the oddness of the situation hit me. I was getting invited back to the hotel room of a couple who had showed me pictures of their grandkids only a few minutes earlier. I took a sip from my drink, and studied her husband Jack for a moment. He was your pretty standard in shape retired white guy. That isn’t to say he looked bad or anything, just not who I typically went for. His wife, also well outside the age range I typically went for was pushing all of my buttons, however. And I figured that if he was keeping her happy, he’d be just fine for me. (I’m judging myself a little as I write that.) I agreed quickly, and we finished our drinks before heading out to grab a taxi.
Celine and I were making out when the car pulled up, her husband had to point out that it had arrived, chuckling as he guided us both toward the backseat. Once inside the car, she and I went back to kissing, and Jack amusingly carried on a very pleasant conversation with a driver as though it were any other weeknight. At one point, I slid my hand far enough up Celine’s leg to discover the positively tiny thong she had on underneath.
Jack grabbed my hips as we got into the hotel elevator, and Celine watched with a grin as her husband wrapped his arms around me. Hard as a rock, albeit thanks to everybody’s bestfriend Little Blue Pill, he ground himself against me until the elevator doors opened on their floor. I reached back to squeeze his cock once through his pants before taking the hand Celine offered to me, and being led to their hotel room.
These. Two. Made. Me. Feel. Like. An. Absolute. Goddess.
Once we got inside their room, they stripped me down together, Celine kissing over my entire body while Jack massaged my shoulders and back. They then brought out massage oil, and sat me down in a chair. Jack continued massaging my shoulders and neck while Celine dropped to her knees. (Seriously, this woman who aged like Cher got down in front of me.) and massaged my legs before parting my thighs, and licking my pussy.
I reached back, and motioned for Jack to come around to my side. When he did, I began unbuckling his pants. I almost had his cock freed when Celine surprised me by changing her tempo and very quickly bringing me to climax, reducing me temporarily to a writhing mess on the hotel chair. She never stopped for a moment, and I struggled to regain the composure required to properly include her husband.
Eventually, Jack realized I’d need a little bit of help, and placed his hand on the back of my head, guiding my mouth toward his cock. Celine stood up and kissed her husband as he moved my head up and down over his cock, groaning with pleasure. Celine then replaced his hand with her own, and pushed me down further, forcing the whole of his cock into my mouth, just enough to cause me to gag on him a little bit, which seemed to please them both immensely.
Celine pulled Jack towards the bed, and laid back on it, putting her feet up on his shoulders. I played with myself slowly from my vantage point on the chair as Jack entered his wife, quickly building to a fairly rough pace. I moved to join them, and kissed Celine, massaging her clit while her husband fucked her.
Jack needed to pause for a moment, and when he did Celine reached into the nightstand to retrieve a pack of condoms. She waved them in the air with a seductive smile and asked me if I’d like to take her place. It’s entirely likely that I’d have done whatever she asked of me, and to that end I got down on all fours on the bed, pressing my cheek against the duvet and trying to look up at them both with my best “needy whore” expression.
Celine asked me if I was alright if she held my arms, and even gave me a safeword quickly when I agreed. We adjusted my position so I was laying with my shoulders and face pressing into some pillows, with my ass raised in the air. I folded my arms behind my back, and Celine fairly loosely held my forearms in place, positioning herself in front of me with her thighs on either side of my face.
Celine stroked my back gently with her free hand as well, and even given the position it was weirdly soothing to the point that it surprised me just a little bit when I felt Jack’s cock thrust inside of me. I let out a squeal, and wiggled against him. He grabbed my hips, and built to a steady pace, taking encouragement from Celine as he did. I pointed out that he could be rougher, and Celine called me a good girl before telling him to spank my ass, which he did immediately.
Jack didn’t last much longer, and hurriedly pulled out of me, getting the condom off of himself just as he came. By that time I had rolled onto my side, the rope of his cum landed across my hip. Celine leaned in and licked it off of me before snowballing Jack. It was the first time I had seen that done in person, and it surprised me. They both laughed when they pulled away from their kiss and saw the expression on my face.
I hung out with them a while longer before going back to my own hotel. It’s still the biggest age gap I’ve ever been involved with. Honestly, I don’t know what made me actually go through with it. Maybe it was just the right timing, and the right people.
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[F] I went to university with an anal plug and everyone noticed
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It was during my chemistry degree and my best friend at the time (who was just as much of a nymphomaniac as I was) often challenged me and one day she told me to come to every class with an anal plug
Obviously I'm a big slut so I did it and the day went like this:
• the first two hours I was moving all the time in different positions and that gave me a lot of pleasure nobody was paying attention everybody was asleep.
• from 10am to noon we had changed rooms and I continued the same one, it was really the kiff I was pushing little moans and nobody was really noticing
Everything got complicated when we went to eat at the canteen, we sat down and finished eating and when I got up I screamed because the anal plug was magnetized to the chair and so when I got up it came out of my asshole and stayed attached to the chair for everyone to see. As you can imagine everyone looked in my direction after I screamed and literally the whole canteen noticed the plug on the chair. It was a real shame but a bit of a turn on and I got my revenge on my best friend, you want to know how?
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[MF] My (M22) ex's best friend (F22) wanted to help me get over the break up
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S/O to u/elite-slut for letting me use her pictures for this post. She conveniently looks a lot like the girl in the story and I liked the idea of providing a visual aid for this story.
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During the last couple years of college, my roommates and I lived in the same apartment building as a trio of girls we had gotten really close to. They were great students, extreme partiers, and as a whole, a very attractive group of college women. We always studied together, pre-gamed together, and went out together. Jessica was dating my roommate Mike and she was short with long black hair complete with bangs, a very solid body, and always wore red lipstick. Maddy was Jessica's opposite, tall with shorter blonde hair, not very curvy but extremely fit. Anna fit in the middle, a brunette with medium-long wavy brown hair, an adorable face, and a fantastic frame: a great ass, small waist, and perky tits just above a handful in size.
Anna set me up with her best friend Miranda early our senior year and we dated for the majority of our last hurrah. I had known Miranda from a distance for a while, but we had never spent much one on one time together. After our first date though, we were nearly inseparable. We had similar interests, fun banter, and even wanted to move to the same region of the country after graduation.
As the year went on, our group of friends decided to plan a spring break trip together. Jessica's uncle had a timeshare in Frisco, Colorado at Copper Mountain and offered it to us for the week. About a dozen of us were avid skiers and snowboarders and committed on the spot. Miranda didn't ski, but she agreed to go anyway as the condo was very nice and figured she'd spend her time in the hot tub and exploring the town with one or two other non-skiers as the rest of us hit the slopes.
A couple days before we were set to leave, Miranda no-showed for a study date as we prepped for our midterms before break. I didn't think much of it until I got home and a group of people were hanging out in our apartment. Maddy got up to give me a hug, saying she was sorry about the situation. I looked at her with a puzzled look, unaware of what she was getting at. She turned red, muttered something about speaking out of turn, before she and her roommates got up to leave. I turned to look at my roommates, hoping for some clarity.
"What was that all about?"
Mike responded after a beat, "Have uh, you talked to Miranda today? She's not going to Copper."
"Wait, what? That's news to me, why not?"
Mike exchanged pointed looks with our other two roommates, who seemed suddenly interested in story SportsCenter was likely running for the third time this hour.
"Listen man, it shouldn't be me telling you this, but I'm going to because it's pretty fucked up you don't already know. She told the girls she was ending things with you because she's been talking to a guy from Theta and he invited her to South Padre for spring break."
I paused, confused about what I had just heard. "Sorry man," Mike said, but it sounded like he was standing at the far end of a hallway. I walked to my room, calling Miranda before my door closed. It rang once before it went to voicemail, and I had a "we should talk" text from her a couple seconds later. We only exchanged a couple texts as she told me she didn't want to lead me on anymore and then that was that.
I buried myself in studying and self-pity for the next couple days. Finally, Friday rolled around and we loaded up a couple cars and began the caravan. I drove the first stint with Mike, Anna, and Jessica in the car. Good music and conversation flowed around me as I tried my best to participate, hoping it would keep my mind distracted. We made it a couple hours before Jessica casually mentioned Miranda's name before abruptly stopping her story. I did my best to play it off, but the conversation turned to awkward silence for a while.
After driving overnight, we pulled in our parking lot and unloaded. We planned to spend the weekend hanging out in the condo and downtown as it was cheaper (and we figured less crowded) to hit the mountain during the week. We played drinking games and hit the bars all weekend, everyone having a great time. I drowned myself in liquor in an effort to stay social and distract myself from Miranda and her party in south Texas. After the girls made half-hearted efforts to cheer me up and the guys kept buying me drinks, I finally told them I appreciated their help, but I was getting tired of the pity party. I made the adult decision to suppress my feelings and deal with them at a later date.
The next couple days went by in a blur. We spent all day Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday on the mountain, and spent every night at a fun dive bar we found, playing bar games and drinking as much as humanly possible. Anna made it her mission to play match-maker for me, introducing me to several women over the course of the week. I saw her cheering me on Wednesday night after a make-out with a girl from somewhere out west, then promptly scolded me when I went home without her.
The majority of our group went to bed when we got back with the exception of me, Anna, my roommate Jack, and Jessica. We changed into swimsuits and climbed into the hot tub on the balcony, watching the heavy snow fall and the sno-cats manicure the hills for tomorrow. Jack threw up over the edge of the balcony seconds after stepping outside and I was left with just the girls. Anna was still scolding me and Jessica wanted to talk about my feelings, neither of which I was eager to listen to. They weren't letting up though, so I decided to go with Jessica's conversation.
"You want to talk about Miranda? Sure. How long did you guys know she was talking to someone else?"
They both immediately stopped talking and shared a look. Jessica slowly said she didn't know, but Anna was avoiding eye contact.
"Anna? I'm not gonna be mad, I'm genuinely just curious."
She took a deep breath before talking at light speed. "A couple weeks, but she's my best friend, I couldn't rat her out, I told her it was wrong, and that she needed to tell you, I'm terrible with secrets and I couldn't have all of us go on this trip without you knowing, I'm so sorry, please don't be mad."
I sat quietly, nodding to myself and processing before I asked if they needed anything from inside as I was going to get a drink. Jessica decided she was going to call it a night and that she could get them for us. When she went inside, I turned to Anna who was still looking down and tried to reassure her I wasn't mad.
"Seriously Anna, we're good. She's your best friend and yet you were still trying to do the right thing."
"I've been feeling really really guilty, that's why I've been trying to hook you up with someone this week."
I laughed. "Well your efforts have been appreciated. But if you wanted me to hook up with someone, you could've volunteered," I said with a wink.
Her head snapped up, looking at me with a questioning look on her face. I immediately thought I had over-stepped and began to back-peddle, but she shook her head and said it was ok. Jessica opened the door to give us our drinks and, noticing a slightly awkward silence, rolled her eyes and told us to get over ourselves. Anna giggled a little at her misreading of the situation and, when Jessica left, said "I didn't think you'd want to hook up with me. Especially if you knew I knew about... you know."
"I never made a move because we're friends, how could I not want to hook up with you? You're attractive, fun to be around, a good person."
We locked eyes before I slid over in the water and kissed her. She hesitated for a second, causing me to pause and pull back. Before I made it an inch, Anna pulled me back in and hopped into my lap. I grabbed her ass and held her against me as we made out, feeling the water swirl around us as she bit my lower lip. My hand went up her back and untied her bikini top, letting it fall to the side and under the water. I broke off the kiss to look at her bare tits. [Anna leaned back](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewild/comments/1040nck/looking_for_a_skinny_dipping_buddy_f/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3), putting their perkiness on display, her nipples hard in the cold air. I leaned forward, taking a nipple in my mouth as she wrapped her fingers in my hair and let out a low moan. I raised my head and whispered in her ear, "should we go inside?" She immediately nodded and led the way in.
As we toweled off in the dark living room, she turned to me and said "where should we go? Jessica and Mike are in that room where I'm staying, everywhere upstairs is full..." I gestured to the empty living room and she smiled, walking towards the couch and [kneeling on all fours](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewild/comments/w4zi6g/men_who_eat_pussy_to_the_front_please_f/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3). I knelt behind her, admiring her tight asshole and running along her pussy. She let out a moan and looked back at me just as I buried my face in her. I licked up and down her tight pussy, tasting her juices and listening to her whimper above me. I flipped her over onto her back and continued, gently sucking on her clit, flicking it with my tongue as I slid a finger into her. Anna's thighs clenched around my head as her body began to shake. I looked up and watched her cover her mouth as she came, moaning loudly into her hand.
As her breathing steadied, Anna whispered "I need you inside of me." I got up and moved to my backpack across the floor and grabbed a condom. I rolled it on as she continued rubbing her clit, gasping silently, staring into my eyes and [biting her lip](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewild/comments/xif3hk/my_hobbies_include_biking_word_games_and_gagging/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3). I pressed my cock against her tight hole and slowly pushed in. We both let out loud groans at that, pausing at the noise we were making and laughing quietly together, before her laughs were cut off by me beginning to thrust. She pulled me down onto her so our chests were touching and wrapped her legs around me. We made out with a passion as we fucked, our moans escaping into each other's mouths, hands grabbing at one another's bodies, desperate to be as close as possible. She let out another low moan before telling me to bend her over.
I immediately obliged, pulling out and standing up. I pulled her up with me, kissing her as her hand stroked my cock. I led her to the side of the couch where she bent over the arm, [her back arched, ass on full display](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewild/comments/wcod1t/does_this_count_as_an_onoff_f/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3). I lined up behind her again and slapped her ass. Anna let out a content sigh and pushed her hips back against me, my cock sliding back into her with ease. I placed my hands on her hips and began to fuck her harder. Anna was getting louder now and [buried her face](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewild/comments/zo7bzx/ready_for_my_morning_stretches_f/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3) into a pillow to muffle the noise. As her breathing began to build again, the room was suddenly flooded with light.
"What the fuck is going on- ohhhh." There was a laugh, followed by, "Jessica, come check this out."
Not breaking pace, I threw a pillow at Mike just as Jessica's face peered around the corner. She giggled and pulled Mike away, closing the door behind them. Anna, now without the pretense of hiding what we were doing, let out a louder, drawn out "fuck" as she matched my rhythm, pushing back against me. Her hand went between her legs and played with herself, quickly building to an orgasm and going over the ledge. Her body shook and she fell against the couch, still pushing her ass against me. As she came, she looked back at me over her shoulder and said, "I want you to cum on my face."
I fucked her harder at that until I felt myself getting close. I pulled out of Anna and she turned and dropped to her knees. She pulled the condom off of my cock and licked up and down me before closing her eyes and sticking her tongue out, her hand stroking me, making me groan "Fuck Anna" as my cock began to throb. I shot ropes of warm cum onto her face as she moaned, [playing with herself](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewild/comments/vkdx5h/breakfast_is_me_and_then_bagels_in_bed_f/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3) as I unloaded onto her. She used her fingers to wipe cum from her face into her mouth, opening wide to show me before swallowing it.
We caught our breath for a moment, steadying ourselves, before smiling at each other. "Hot tub?" Anna asked. I walked naked towards the fridge and grabbed a case of beer before following her back onto the snowy balcony.
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Forever Hung (Part 7) [scifi] [slow burn] [all characters over 21] [MF]
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Much of the work that needed done in the following days fell to me. I toiled in the lab, monitoring neural networks to catch any unexpected effects from the sync. I ran diagnostics to ensure a stable connection. I ran basic medical scans. Boring, thankless work.
The professor - his primary body, I should say - spent most of his time lying in bed. The old form all but forgotten in favor of his younger, virile self.
A vigorous body consistently occupied with its new playmate. I saw the carnal spikes—more of a plateau, really—on my monitor and frequently heard the cries of Madison’s bliss through the air vents.
I often saw them through a back window, sunning themselves on the pier. She laid face down, the straps of her bikini top undone. They both seemed asleep, except that Madison drew small circles around his nipple with her big toe. As she began to retie her top, the professor—Harry, I’ll say—suddenly sprung to his feet, threw her petite body over his shoulder as if she were light as a towel, and ferried her into the boat house, the top left lying on the dock.
I watched them leave for a bike ride around the estate one morning, Madison’s delicate white dress caught by an errant breeze, flashing the yellow panties beneath. Harry, with his minimal wardrobe, wore a tshirt and slacks. They were gone for hours, and when I at last saw them crest the hill of the driveway, both Madison’s bicycle and dress were missing; she wore Harry’s tshirt and rested, eyes closed against his bare shoulder, side-saddle across his lap, as he pedaled.
Walking past the billiard room one evening, I thought I overheard them playing an earnest game. There were the cracking sounds of wood on wood, then one would tease the other for either missing or sinking their shot. But walking past the open doorway the next day, I saw two empty martini glasses, a curtain and throw pillows spread across the floor, an overturned bucket of ice, and two pool sticks, one broken, one intentionally unscrewed. A pink bra hung from the chandelier, and the pool table itself, built of sturdy oak, was broken, collapsed on one leg. The balls were spilled across the floor.
In the laundry room, I noticed more and more of her clothes torn beyond repair.
And of course there was the torture of our shared wall. Madison had covered the mirror again, but with only the single sheet, leaving me with cloudy impressions of their bodies In frenzy. I saw Madison’s ardent silhouette bent over the bed, both feet lifted away from the floor. I saw Harry on his back, raising her entire body into the air with only his arching pelvis. I saw Madison with her legs wrapped around a standing Harry, only there was then a flurry of movement, a blur of the light, and then Madison’s ankles were crossed above Harry’s head, her hair dangling against his feet. At 3am the same night I woke to a great rattling and, realizing it was the mirror, rose to see Madison’s back against the sheet itself as Harry plowed her atop her dresser.
“I’m not sure I’m needed any longer,” I told the professor in his study. Our conversation was slow and stilted, distracted as he was by other unseen exertions. He smiled to himself at odd intervals, closed his eyes for extended periods, and more than once stopped speaking mid sentence to take a deep breath. “Should we talk another time,” I asked, though I knew this was as good a time as any.
“No, no, stay,” the professor said. “I’m sorry, to be young again—I suppose I have let it distract me from the project at hand.”
“I’ve been monitoring and it looks like everything is stable. I think it’s safe to say the project was a success.”
“Phase one of the project was a success. Phase two—” he threw himself back in his chair suddenly, then collected himself. “I’ll still need you for phase two.”
“This hasn’t been the most academic of environments lately,” I said as the professor mistakenly let out a soft moan.
“She’s a very lively girl,” he said. “Is that what this is about? Miss Lounds?”
“You called her Madison the other night while you were spanking her.”
“We’ll try and be a little more private, point taken,” he said. “But you know, Charlie, if it’s jealousy that’s bothering you, there are solutions.”
The professor leaned forward and suggested that, if it would convince me to stay, he could potentially create a double of Madison. It would have to remain disconnected from the real Madison, of course, but since this was outside the scope of the official project, I could feel free to ignore that pesky orgasm rule. He only asked that I keep her existence under the radar—getting a DNA sample would be simple, and he didn’t necessarily plan to seek Madison’s permission.
“That’s abhorrent,” I said. “Shameful, unethical behavior and I’ll have absolutely no part of it.”
“Then if not for the girl, stay for the research. We’re going to push my technology to its absolute limit, and I need your help, goddamnit.”
He seemed exceptionally agitated for a moment, then exhaled a large sigh and took a cigarette from his drawer.
“Get us both a glass of whiskey, will you?”
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A Series of Letters: Andy 1 - [31M, 30F, 29F, 33M, 33M][Infidelity, Dom/Sub, Punishment, Chastity]
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{This is the first chapter in a series of erotic shorts. For a full list of the chapters, and other original Reddit posts, check out the pinned post on my profile u/rvaanonguy1}
Dear Tamara,
Don't open the box until you've read this letter.
You probably thought I was going to leave divorce papers on the kitchen island. Or, maybe, that I'd leave a heartfelt note on my pillow in the morning - something you'd find when you woke up after I'd already left. However, I am not passive by any means, and that was not how my - our - marriage was going to end.
Hell, I'd say that our marriage was going well until you started having an affair. Everything about it until then was almost exactly how I'd hoped it would go - starting with our wedding.
Your mother didn't approve of your dress - and that so much skin and tattoos were showing, but that wasn't particularly important. You probably didn't approve of my suggestion of "No-limits" respective bachelor and bachelorette parties, but I know you embraced it the first moment you got the opportunity. I knew about your naughty side, but seeing it on display on Brynn's phone...
I've saved those videos ever since Brynn sent them to me - after your party, but before mine - and I can't tell you how many times I've watched them. I've watched them many times before you and I made love. I swear the jealousy flows south inside me and just makes my cock swell. Think about every time I've fucked you as hard as I physically could... The times I've lasted the longest... The times your ass was so bruised or your pussy was so sore that you felt reminded of it whenever you were seated the next day... Me watching you suck and fuck that ex of yours dry is the reason why.
Yes, I knew he was your ex. Even though I'd never seen his picture, I remembered you telling me about how he fucked you. How he was always slow and methodical, and how he demanded that out of you. I also love how he made you film yourself sucking his cock. I love it more that you sent it to Brynn. And I love how Brynn keeps secrets better than you do.
Brynn came to my bachelor party. Well, she came to one of them: the party for two - just her and me - the night before my real one.
But, that isn't why you're reading this letter. I don't want to dive into the family drama, job bullshit, or even what led you to having your affair in the first place here. Frankly, I feel like we've handled all of that we'll, and you seem to think so too (based on what you've said in Couple's Therapy). I'll just simply say that I know that, of our four years married, you've been fucking Manny for the last year, at least. I suspect longer, but that's immaterial.
I also know you didn't have your affair because of something lacking within me or our relationship. I confirmed this with Brynn. Funnily enough, without her assistance, I probably wouldn't have dreamt up this forthcoming proposal.
I know that you need more; that's who you always were. You always said that when most people take up a hobby in their spare time, or make plans with friends or a social club, you, instead, hopped on Tinder and found someone to fuck. I knew that going into this partnership, and I'd be lying if I said that I didn't reap the rewards of everything you learned with those men and women.
However, I also know a thing or two about Manny. I don't like him.
I get it: Most husbands would say, "No! Of course I don't like the man my wife is fucking!" But I'm not like that. But, I also don't feel like some jilted cuckold. I looked into him, and he's... just... lacking - undeserving of you and all the things you do. Hell, I'd go so far as to say that I'd probably like some of your exes if we met (and I'm not just saying that because I've also seen your cell phone porn with one of them).
Honestly, I can't figure out what you enjoy about him. He seems so boring. Could that be it? Is he the hobby that is something to give your mind a rest? An outlet to de-stress? I can imagine you going there after a long day of work when I'm not home yet and just saying to him, "Fuck me like a slut," while saying to yourself, "I don't want to think about how to please him; I know this will do."
But, that doesn't seem like you. You are more complicated than that. And we fuck like that every so often.
I'll just say that I don't need to know the Why right now, but I do want you to tell me when you're ready because I do care.
But, that isn't why I wrote this. I want to make things work. To that point, I've come up with a couple solutions - one of which might tingle the kinky parts of your mind.
The easy solution:
You can stop seeing him. We can say that I'll forgive you, or punish you, or whatever you'd like and think is appropriate. Brynn told me that you are afraid of losing our marriage, and I'm telling you that it won't happen if that's not what you want. This whole thing isn't enough for me to even want to end things. Which brings me to...
The interesting solution:
I thought a while about this, and something very simple occurred to me: You already know that I know everything. If Brynn told me everything, then surely she's blabbed to you that she's told me everything. And, that's okay. I'd have to guess that he's probably also holding this whole thing over your head too. He seems like the type.
Let's turn that on its head. Let's show him that he has no power at all. And we can do that by you inviting him to our place...
...tying him to a chair...
...telling him you want to put on a show, to be a little kinky...
...then pull out the chastity cage...
(It's in the box beside this letter. I made sure to buy a smaller one for this. I have a hunch about Manny.)
...put his cock in it...
...tell him you don't want him getting too excited too fast...
...tell him he's only getting out of it when it hurts because he's getting so hard...
...from watching you fuck me.
That's the interesting solution. Fuck me in front of him. Let me show him how you should get fucked.
Then you can dump him. Or he can be our cuck. Maybe we can make him lick my cum off your breasts. I bet he'll be leaking precum through the cage just from seeing what he'll never get to do with you again.
I'm getting hard imagining it now: Our fucking, how you should be fucked, demolishing his hopes... Showing him what he could never be...
Anyway, the choice is yours. I suppose you could pick neither, and we could go through that messy divorce process, but I don't see why that has to be necessary.
Your love,
Andrew
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[MF] "One rule: no kissing" - A wild night with the divorced comedy club host
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I (29M) recently moved to a new city and I've been trying to meet people in different ways, one of which has become attending a networking event that turns into a comedy show once per week. The first time I went, one of the comedians actually played wingman for me to get a girl's number, while nothing interesting happened the second time. This particular night, I walked in, grabbed my first drink and approached a group of people, half a dozen or so guys and two girls. I introduced myself to the group, which is how I met "Kathy" (35F).
Sporting a black top and a white jacket over it, matching her white pants, Kathy stood about 5'10" with her thick blond hair, absolutely sexy in every way. We shook hands, struck up small talk and that was it. I learned that she was one of the hosts of the comedy show that night. We all migrated to other groups and eventually I found myself back with Kathy, where we discovered that we had a mutual hobby, especially unusual in a male dominated category. We exchanged numbers, which seemed more friendly than flirty at the time, and went our separate ways.
"Hey, are you still here?" Kathy texted me as the show started. She hadn't seen me take my seat.
"Yes, I'm by the table we were near earlier!" I responded.
A few moments later, I felt a hand graze my shoulder. Kathy bent down next to me. "Isn't he funny?" She asked me about the comedian in a whisper, then referenced one of his prior jokes. "Hey, I'll catch you in a bit, I'm going to sit with my friends."
I found myself looking over at her table, maybe 30 feet from mine. Next to me, one of the men I had become acquainted with earlier in the night, probably in his 50s, seemed bothered by this sudden flirtatious interaction I was having with Kathy. Whatever, you snooze, you lose pal.
Another comedian started their routine and Kathy returned to my side for a moment, gently squeezing my shoulder as she walked to the bar. That's when it hit me. *I need to go out with this chick, ASAP*.
If this situation happened earlier in my life, I would have taken her number, left the club, texted her the next day and probably never seen her again. But this is "Gone Wild Stories," so clearly that didn't happen.
Fast forward 90 minutes. I walked to the bar to close out as Kathy and I are making small talk.
"Well, I guess that's it for tonight," Kathy said as she appeared ready to leave.
"It doesn't have to be," I said. "Let's grab a drink."
"Hmm, where do you have in mind?"
*Holy shit, this is happening*. I thought, as I led her down the street to a rooftop bar that we both happened to enjoy. I don't remember anything about the conversation we had as we wandered through the heart of the city to the rooftop, but I remember not being able to take my eyes off of her, and it seemed that she was doing the same to me.
"I just got divorced, it's a mess," she confessed, later admitting she hadn't felt attracted to anyone since then. Like me, she had recently moved to town and the topic turned to taking chances in life.
"You know, I kinda want to take a chance right now." I said confidently.
"Oh yeah?"
"Mhm." I immediately leaned in and planted my lips onto hers, which immediately resulted in our tongues swirling around each other. You know those "wow" moments? Yep, this was one of those. All I could say seconds later was, "that didn't suck."
"No, you're good," she admitted. I dove back in for seconds. "Fuck," she panted, "I haven't felt into someone in a long time."
*Boost my ego, why don't you, Kathy?*
The conversation became more flirty. There was more touching and the tension was building. She decided she wanted to buy the next round of drinks, when suddenly...
"Fuck!" She exclaimed.
"What is it?"
"My credit card!" She frantically searched her purse. "Fuck, it's gone, that card is my life."
"When was the last time you used it?" We pinpointed that it had to be the bar she went to before the comedy club, but they just closed ten minutes prior. "Let's just go. Someone has to be there."
We backtracked halfway to the comedy club, to the bar we hoped Kathy's card ended up and by a stroke of luck, they had it.
"I'm not ready to call it a night," I said, leaving the bar that had closed.
"Let's try this place," Kathy replied, pointing to a new bar that neither of us had tried.
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"Fuck, you're good," Kathy admitted again following another makeout, this time at the new bar.
"You're so hot," I confessed.
"So are you."
She used her recently rescued credit card to buy the final round of drinks before we left the bar, as the crowd died out. I still wasn't ready for the night to end.
"You can walk me home if you want, but that's it." Kathy instructed. I obliged, but within two blocks, I pulled her to me and backing up against a building, our tongues were buried in each other's mouths again. And again. And again.
We overshot her building and sat along the water, several kisses occurring throughout the following ten minutes.
"Well, this would be a good place for you to call an Uber," Kathy said sternly.
"I agreed to walk you to your place," I responded, and we walked towards her building's entrance. Right by the door, another makeout ensued.
Kathy took a deep breath and sighed. "Fine," she started, "you can come up, but there's one rule: no kissing." I laughed and agreed to her terms.
I anxiously followed to the elevator and to her apartment, greeted by her adorable dog. She offered me a drink and went to the bathroom in her bedroom. When she re-emerged, she wore an oversized t-shirt and a black thong.
"Get in," she hopped on her bed.
"What's the dress code?" I asked.
"Underwear."
I was down to my boxers on command and climbed under the covers. Kathy flipped through her Netflix and I think chose a medical reality show, but I wasn't paying attention.
We were both becoming a bit drowsy but the sexual tension was out of control.
"So," I needed to take another chance, "rules are meant to be broken, right?" She nodded slightly and I turned towards her, our tongues deep into each other's mouths nearly immediately again.
My fingers crawled beneath her shirt, caressing up her silky soft skin and I felt my growing bulge poke against her bare leg through my boxers. Our tongues kept swirling around each other as my hands reached her spectacularly round C cups. My bulge swelled up again. My hands cupped her breasts, gently squeezing them and I felt her body convulse to my touch.
I sat her up and tugged her shirt over her head, revealing her incredible body for the first time. Again, swelling! I wasted no time running my hands all over her, lowered my mouth to each of her tits, teasing her and causing her to let out a slight moan. My hands wandered down her body and over her thong, pausing between her legs and feeling her soaking through them. I felt her body shudder to my touch as I yanked her thong down her legs and off her feet.
My hands settled on her inner thighs, my bulge raging as I laid between her legs and my two fingers trickled towards her, feeling the wetness as they approached. I could feel her body begging them to slide into her. My fingers poked between her walls and into her, becoming drenched instantly, and slid deep into her. Kathy moaned as I flicked my fingers upwards and slid in and out of her. I stretched out my thumb until I found her clit.
I leaned in further until my tongue met her clit, as my fingers continued their dive deep into her, and I flicked my tongue over her clit for a moment until Kathy said, "I want you in me now."
I wasn't going to argue with her! I ripped off my boxers and climbed over her, staring down at her sexy curves, and my fully swollen cock pressed up against her and effortlessly buried itself in her.
"Fuck!" We both announced simultaneously. I sat up over her, looking down and watching myself thrust at a gradual pace, then leaned over her, my chest hovering over her busty tits. I shifted my hips side to side, making a circular motion for a few seconds before accelerating my pace. She tightened around me and somehow became more soaked. Each thrust exceeded the prior and our breathing became heavier as the feeling intensified.
"I want to get on top," she whimpered.
*Good idea, because I don't want to erupt yet*, I thought. We quickly switched positions and within seconds, I watched her engulf every inch of me as her sensational body began to bounce. I matched her movements, thrusting up into her and watching her tits freely swaying over me and I grabbed her hips, firmly holding them. She guided her hips in a twerking motion as she bounced up and down, and we could barely contain the ascending feeling. I could have alternated being on top and bottom and watching her body while fucking her all night.
"Doggie," I instructed, whispering in her ear. She obliged and shoved her ass, which was somehow just as incredible as her tits, at me. I gave it a firm smack and stuffed myself into her again, my hands holding her hips and I began thrusting at full speed. She moaned, and moaned, and moaned. I'm not sure I've heard a more sexy sound in my life. My body clapped up against hers like a cheerful fan at a concert as I shoved myself as deep into her as I could, alternating kneeling straight up and leaning over her back.
I held on for as long as I could, slamming my cock into her and earning a moan each time.
"Fuck!" We both said again. Within seconds, I collapsed on the bed next to her, still admiring the body laying beside me.
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I left her place at the crack of down and headed back to mine.
Part two would take place a couple nights later. Should I share part two next?
Edit: Part 2 here: [https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/11fu9bn/mf\_youre\_famous\_among\_my\_friends\_now\_a\_wild\_night/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/11fu9bn/mf_youre_famous_among_my_friends_now_a_wild_night/)
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19F Paid to be the sexual help
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I’m (19F) the daughter of a poor working-class family. Once I got into university, my parents couldn’t support me, and although I did get grants and other scholarships, I had to get two part-time jobs.
In year two, I found a cheaper bedroom in a fantastic house with two other students Simon (19M) and Phil (19M). The room was great, and during the conversation, I let slip my poor finances and how much this room would mean to me. I discovered Simon’s father owned the house, and both came from extremely wealthy families. They had just lost their cleaner and offered to reduce the rent by 50% If I would clean the house, do their washing and general household stuff etc. This would mean I could ditch the cleaning job.
For the previous year, my only serious sexual relationship had been with the handle of my hairbrush. The second month, I had a one-night stand with Simon. Then, a few weeks later slept with Phil too!! This was when my life got weird. Simon offered to give me the room free if I would occasionally sleep with both. Neither had a relationship since going to Uni. I was tempted; this would mean I could live more comfortably, and I had slept with them before. However, I was being paid for sex.
There were two unoccupied bedrooms in the house, and six months later, another friend of Simon’s called Josh (19M) moved in. I did wonder how this would impact our living arrangements; I didn’t want the free living and sex to end. Josh’s family was extremely wealthy, and he received a huge living allowance every month. I was offered a couple thousand per month living allowance on top of the rest to Simon. I was now actually being paid for sex.
Saturday mornings became quite an event; during the week, I usually slept with each of them once; however, then the weekend came along! I got into a routine of getting up early to shower and get myself ready; the first knock on my bedroom door was usually Josh with an early morning riser; I loved sleeping with him most of all! After Josh, it was usually Phil, and Simon was always last. So, I would spend most Saturday mornings being fucked by three of the loveliest guys I’d ever known. I could, though, always say no, which I very rarely did.
I still dream of those Saturday mornings. I could usually service all three of them within two hours, and due to not having to work could then sleep in until the afternoon. Yes, I did have orgasms, and yes, sometimes I got a little sore. I was also amazed at how much punishment my pussy could take; it did look swollen after all three of them had been at me; however, within a couple of hours, all was normal again. Ever since, I’ve often thought I was happiest when I had my harem of men; just one man never seemed enough.
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[B/S] Hotel Hot Tub
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The bus ride from the airport with my family felt like it took forever. We were heading to a tropical resort for a week and when we finally arrived, we checked in to our rooms.
Mom and dad got their own room so me and my brother had to share a room. Neither of us had any complaints since we have always shared a room together. It was already pretty late so I decided I wanted to go to the hot tub and relax. “Hey what bikini should I wear” I asked my brother. “The cow print bikini is pretty cute, it definitely fits you good” he responded. “You’re such a perv” I laughed and said to him as that bikini is very revealing. It barely covers my tits and goes deep between my cheeks, “turn around I’m gonna change into it” “You’re funny sis, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before”
I’m practically a nudist at home and when I do wear something it’s bootyshorts and a thin white crop top.
I started undressing slowly, enjoying the way my brother was watching me. Certain areas I made sure to take slower than other areas and I could tell he was having a hard time not to stare at my body. I got the bikini on and it was smaller than I remember. “Dang sis it fits you perfectly” it was almost funny how small it’s gotten, my boobs were practically spilling out of my top, lots of underboob was showing and not a whole lot of coverage on my crotch either.
We headed down to the hot tub and luckily it was completely empty, I got in first and the heat from the water was such a bliss. “Ooh get in here the water is so nice” I told my brother, I could clearly see the tent on his swim trunks. I’ve been horny ever since we got on the bus from the airport so seeing his hardon just made me hornier. We both sat in the water and enjoyed the heat and bubbles in the hot tub, I could tell he was staring at my floating tits, “are you enjoying the view?” I asked him as I pressed my tits together. He laughed “it’s difficult not to when they’re practically fully out”.
I swam over to my brother and sat in his lap, I could feel his hardon pressed against my butt, “seems like someone else is also happy to see me” I slowly grind against him, the only thing separating us was two sheets of thin fabric. I grabbed his waistband and pulled his trunks down and freed his massive member, I spread my legs a little and positioned his cock between my thighs. I slowly started bouncing up and down, letting him fuck my thighs. The base of his cock was rubbing against my clit so good, I knew that now was the time take this further, i untied the sides of my bottom and let it come off. I raised myself up a little, positioned his cock to the entrance of my pussy and sat down. We were fucking slowly for a good while, it was difficult being quiet and discreet but we managed. I could feel him getting close so I sat as far down as I possibly could and felt him unload deep inside of me. I slowly sat up, feeling his dick existing me was pure bliss. I turned around and gave him a big sloppy kiss. “We better cover up and head back to the room” “you’re such a slut sis, but you’re right, let’s head back” he said as he groped me
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[MF] Sex in the Office
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I got horny at work and needed to write. Lmk what you think!
"See you guys Monday" Kylie said as she was leaving the office.
"Thank God she's gone, I can't stand listening to her bitch about her crazy nights out anymore. She's still out having fun on her own accord. Stop bitching!" You exclaim, not intending it to leave your head. "Oops, shouldn't have said that".
"No, you're fine! I was thinking the same thing!" I agreed.
"She really doesn't understand how lucky she is without all of the responsibilities".
"Speaking of which, I was thinking about getting a drink after work, wanna join?" You ask me, knowing I still have an hours worth of work before heading home.
"I wish, but I've gotta get this stuff done before I go"
You pause to think, and say "I'll be back soon". About 20 minutes later, you come back with a couple of six-packs in your hands. You put one on my desk and say "if you can't come drink, I'll just bring the drink to you".
"You're a life saver! Thank you!" I say as I crack one open. We toast to the almost weekend and drink in silence while I keep working. After about 15 minutes, you excuse yourself to the restroom, but promise to be back.
A few moments later, you walk back to my desk, and drop something on my keyboard. "We're the only ones here".
I look down, to my surprise, you've dropped your thong on my desk. I look up at you, turn my chair and smirk. "You really know how to read the room".
I pull you onto my lap, placing one hand on your thigh, the other on the back of your head and turn you toward me. "I thought you'd enjoy that" you say, turning to kiss me.
A few moments of making out pass, my hand has found its way up your skirt, teasing your clit as we kiss like teenagers under bleachers.
Suddenly, we hear a noise. You promptly stand up and look around. The janitor is in to clean. "Fuck" you whisper under your breath. "How long will he take?" As you ask, I look at my fingers, then at your thigh. You've become rather excited during our make-out session, and have some of your juices running down your thigh.
"He usually doesn't take long, but then again, he doesn't usually have to mop", I laugh as I say it, and point at your thigh. You wipe it with your hand, hold it next to my face and say "you'll be the one mopping." I agree, and let you know by licking your finger clean, and then my own.
"There's an office that doesn't have any windows, we could go in there. It's lockable." I say.
"Why weren't we in there in the first place? Let's go!" You whisper hurriedly, grabbing my hand.
"Hold on, you go ahead, I'll meet you in a few minutes, can't make it too obvious"
After a few minutes, I can't wait any longer and head to the office. As I open the door, I tell you it's just me and not to worry.
"It's about time" you say as you slide your dress off of your shoulders. "Get over here".
I close the door and lock it, walk over and begin to kiss your neck, then your chest, and finally push you onto the table in a seated position. "Wait right here." I walk over and grab two pillows from the couch. One for your head, the other for my knees. I push you back and begin to kiss down your body, stopping to enjoy the sensual moans coming from your hushed throat. From your nipples, I kiss down to your belly button, then your hips, thighs, and knees.
Your hand in my hair, pressing my head toward your dripping pussy. I resist, the teasing just makes it that much better after all. I kiss your knees and calves, back up to your thighs, then finally just below your pussy. With a firm pull from you, my nose is firmly on your clit, your hips moving back and forth, grinding on my face like it was your favorite toy. I pull back, taking a second to breathe, then begin to work my tongue back and forth across your clit, up and down your lips, then finally spread them apart to get my tongue as deep inside of you as possible. You've gotten so wet I can't hardly keep up, your juices quenching any thirst I may have had.
As I'm busy with my tongue, you've begun to rub your clit to my tempo, but increasing as I keep lapping you up. Soon, your legs begin to shake and I can tell you won't stay silent much longer. I pull my head back, but replace my tongue with a finger momentarily, getting it drenched with you. Replacing my tongue where it belongs, I reach up and put my fingers in your mouth. At that moment, your body quakes as you start to cum. Sucking on my fingers to maintain silence.
"FUCK" You yell in another hushed whisper, "where did you learn to do that?!"
I tell you not to worry about it, but that it's your turn to pleasure me. Not wanting to disappoint, you switch positions with me after stripping me down while kissing me, tasting yourself all over my lips.
You start to tease me in the same way I teased you, slowly inching closer to my cock. Lightly licking the tip, then the shaft, then finally taking all of me in your mouth. I let out a moan that assures you I'm enjoying everything. With a fistful of your hair, I keep you bobbing up and down on me at a pace that won't let me cum. After all, we haven't even gotten to the good part yet. You ask me why, and I reply "I want you to get the load you deserve, not just what was already there". You blush, I can feel your smile as you continue to suck.
Suddenly I hear a very wet, vigorous sound. You've begun to play with yourself as you're blowing me. I smile and realize its time for the best part. Stopping you, I sit up and whisper in your ear "where do you want it next?". You reply only by putting your soaked fingers in my mouth.
We both stand up, I turn you around with my cock resting between your buttcheeks, one arm wrapped around your body, under your arm, hand on your chest, the other moving your hair from your neck. I start by kissing your neck from behind, lowering my hand to your clit. You moan and sigh, anxiously awaiting me inside of you.
Finally, I bend you over and slip inside of your extremely tight, wet slit. Slowly speeding up my thrusts from behind, your arms and hands spread to keep some leverage on the table as your eyes roll to the back of your head, gasping for air with each thrust. Both of my hands on your hips now, fucking you from behind, gradually slowing down until I'm about to cum. I tell you as much and you push me away. You want to watch, after all, you've earned it.
You lay on your back with your legs wrapped around me, you pull me closer, sliding my cock inside you as you do. I start to fuck you again, squeezing your boobs, watching the rollercoaster of emotion on your face as I get closer and closer. My thumb on your clit, rubbing in a swirling motion to the rhythm of my thrusts. You cum again which pushes me over the edge. I pull put and cum all over your body, from your chin, down to your waist. Your chest and stomach covered, even your belly button is full of your reward.
We both catch our breath as you trace my cum with your fingers down your body. You look into my eyes and begin to lick my cum off of them. The look I give you let's you know it's the hottest thing you could be doing in that moment. You wink at me as you lick the last of it off of your fingers and ask "Same time next week?"
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I let my husband choose what I wear on vacations
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So normally I dress very conservatively, I don't show any cleavage and when I wear dresses they go past my knee. My husband always gets really turned on when I dress a bit sexier, even if it's just wearing a tank top and leggings. He always bugs me about wanting to see me wear something more revealing and luckily we've found a compromise. Our deal is that he gets to choose what I wear when we're on vacation as long as we don't take any pictures. This way it's just for us and I don't have to deal with the embarrassment of a friend or coworker seeing it.
The first time we did this was in Las Vegas, he packed my suitcase and when we got to the hotel he had me change. He didn't leave me with very many options, and intentionally didn't pack me a bra or panties. My heart raced as I nervously tried to find the least revealing combination. I settled on a loose fitting spaghetti strap blouse and lulu lemon leggings with high heals.
My husband immediately wanted to take me out on the strip. As we walked to a casino a few blocks away I noticed a lot more eyes on me, and it felt kind of nice until I realized I had camel toe. As soon as we got to the casino I started pounding drinks until my anxiety went down a bit. As we played some table games I started to catch guys looking down my shirt as I leaned forward. I don't have very big tits so the neckline of my blouse didn't cover them at all.
On the way back to the hotel my husband was all over me, grabbing my ass and telling me how badly he wanted to fuck me. That night we had some of the best sex I've had, afterwards he told me that he was really turned on by how guys were looking at me. I kind of felt the same way too, but in the morning I was met with a hangover and anxiety about how much skin I showed.
That day I wore a short skirt and a white tank top that was thin enough you could see my nipples through it. The second we stepped out onto the strip I got nervous which caused my nipples to get rock hard and even more noticeable. Again I got as drunk as I could and started feeling more confident. Knowing how much my husband liked it I tried to bend over as much as I could to let the bottom of my ass peek out of the skirt for everyone to see. That night I sucked his cock in the hotel hallway and he finished very quickly.
The next time we took a vacation to Miami and my husband actually bought clothes for me to wear. After Vegas I thought I was prepared for it but this time he pretty much bought stripper clothes for me. I'm sure anyone who saw me thought I was a hooker that my husband had just bought.
One night we went out to a club and I got all dolled up with fake eyelashes and way more makeup than I'd usually wear. My husband put me in a sheer top with star stickers on my nipples and shorts that were pretty much a thong on me. The club was packed and almost immediately guys were all over me, grabbing my ass or fucking me with their eyes.
Again it turned me on a lot but my heart was pumping out of my chest with anxiety so I started doing shots. I don't remember a whole lot from the club but I did make out with another girl and had guys grinding up on me all night.
On the way back to the hotel my husband pulled me onto the beach and started telling me how much he liked that I was being a slut. Feeling turned on too I decided to get on my knees and suck his cock right there on the beach. My senses weren't all that great because I thought we were on our own, it turns out there were a bunch of people watching from their balconies. I heard someone shout something and looked up but I was already committed and decided to just finish.
My husband was loving all the attention we were getting and started taking requests from the guys on the balcony. He slapped his cock on my face, made me lick his balls and tried to get me to deep throat all while the guys laughed and cheered him on. Finally one guy yelled out for him to cum on my face and my husband started jerking off while holding my hair. I don't like getting facials but I was so drunk I didn't care
After he shot his load on my face he quickly pulled his pants up and I was eager to get back to the hotel. The guys on the balcony yelled all sorts of things about me being a slut as we walked back down the beach to our hotel. When we got back I felt sick and went to the bathroom to throw up, when I looked in the mirror I realized I still had cum on my face. I would have walked all the way back through the hotel lobby and shared an elevator with another couple looking like a total whore.
We're planning another trip to Vegas soon, and I'm both nervous and excited about what might happen this time around. I'm open to suggestions.
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[F18] Almost caught getting fingered during my father's football game
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Last weekend, my father's football team had a big competition. As I sat in the stands, I couldn't help but notice this older man who caught my eye.
He was handsome and charming, but wayyy older than me. Something like 15 years more (I'm only 18). I guess this made me feel even more flattered by his attention. I couldn't help but smile and make small talk with him. Don't blame me…
As the game went on, I found myself more and more drawn to this guy. He made me feel so sexy. We talked and laughed, and I felt a thrill of excitement every time he touched my arm or brushed against me.
It was so obvious what he was doing but I thought I'd give him the benefit of the doubt. Nope, he was really trying to get in my panties… In front of my father and all his friends. This was embarassing but to be completely honest SOOOoo exciting!
As the game came to an end, I slid my panties down the side, grabbed his hand and let him finger me for a good 2-3 minutes. Making sure nobody could see us. Then I gave him a fake number and just left knowing that I would never see him again.
Thinking about this makes me so wet I can barely sleep.
Is that really bad for my father?
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A ménage à trois part 2 [FFM]
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Saturday arrived. The day was filled with just mundane things. She was going to come around to my house at 8. She knocked on my door and my bf opened. He immiately leaned in for a kiss and she eagerly complied. She took fo her coat and sat down on the couch. She had her long brown hair up in a high ponytail and she was wearing a dress that fit tight around her body showing all her curves. The dress was hugging her tight, round ass. Her D-cup boobs were only barely contained and her nipples were pushing through the fabric. We had a few drinks to get rid of the awkwardness while we discussed our week. After those few drinks I took the initiative to grab both her hand, and my bf's and lead them to the bedroom. I pushed my bf down on the bed and started to kiss her. We put on a little show for him.
While kissing I put my hands in her hair as she put her hands around my waist and pulled me closer. I kissed her down her neck and pulled her hair sideways. Her hands moved from the small of my back to the front to lift my shirt. She pulled it over my head and my boobs bounced. She cupped them and started playing with my nipples. I unzipped her dress and it fell to the ground. She was not wearing any underwear and her olive toned body was on display. She climbed onto the bed as I quickly took of my pants and underwear. She asked if it was oke if she kissed my bf and I said that would like nothing better. She put his legs around him and sat down in his lap. As she was kissing him I went behind him. My arms reaching around, unbuttoning his shirt. His hands were playing with her boobs. When the last button got loose he quickly removed his blouse and threw her onto the bed. He got up to undo his pants. This gave us some time to play with each other. She was laying on her back. I pushed her further up and got on top of her, putting one knee on each side of her and started kissing her hard. My hands were holding her hands as I made my way down her body. As I was kissing her neck she let out little moans. When I reached her boobs I kissed them en softly bit them. She said that she loved it when her nipples get extra attention. I started to slowly suck on them, flicking them with my tongue and again softly bite them. She let out even more moans which I took as a sign to take it a bit further. One of my hands was cupping and playing with one boob while I kept sucking and biting her nipple alternating between them. We were getting lost in each other and we barely noticed the bed move as my bf climbed on it , wanting to join.
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[M/S] The day my eldest began dating me.
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Hey there, I don’t really know how to start these things off, but here it goes.
I’m 44, and my eldest is 19, we began dating in October, around halloween. This is how that day went.
It was around mid day when my son had told me he had something to say, and I told him, “Just give me a little, I’m just doing the dishes” he went and sat on the couch, and I knew it was something important, he has a certain look when he has something to say. After I’d finished the dishes I sat with him, and I asked, “What’s up?”
He began to spill his feelings out to me, here’s roughly what he said. “Okay, mom.. I’ve been feeling like this for a month now.. I really need to get it off my chest. I love you, as in, dating love you. I think you’re funny, beautiful, sexy, your everything a man would want.“
Me and him always had a good relationship, he was mainly the man of the house, as my youngest was well, too young to help out with supporting the family.
We sat in silence for a bit, when I finally said, “Honestly.. me too, I think your smart, funny, handsome.. I just haven’t had the guts to say it.”
We were both blushing red, but he slipped his hand into mine. “I love you mom.” He said, before kissing me.
I don’t know if I should continue or not, if this does well, I’ll tell you the rest of what happened.
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[M/S] My mother accidentally sent me a video of herself - Update 2
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I mentioned dread at the end of my last post. I had felt it intensely but the feeling did fade away over the course of the day once I had begun to process everything. As difficult as it was I didn’t communicate with my mother again, I wanted to give her the option to choose how this would play out. I also promised myself that I would ramp things up dramatically if she did decide to continue this thing between us.
She took a play out of my book days later and wrote a long post sharing details about herself. Of all the things she shared, the one that stood out for me the most was the part about her sleeping in the nude. She claimed to have only started doing so recently. Apparently in the early morning, a couple of hours before sunrise she would sometimes feel a cold breeze blow over her naked body. The sensation would wake her and harden her nipples. She would touch herself, staring at the stars through her open window until she had an orgasm before drifting off back to sleep again.
It’s not the most dirty admission in the world, but coming from my mother it kind of blew my mind. I found the image of her sleeping in the nude unbelievably erotic. I had pulled up the picture she’d sent me again, imagining her pretty pink hole contracting when she orgasms. It made me so horny my heart started to pound in my chest
Her post was a good sign, I don’t think it’s arrogant at this point to assume that she had written it just for me. A day later she reached out to me directly on the site, sending me a private message. She asked how I was doing, and soon we were having a nice back and forth that gradually became more sexual in nature as time went on. When I asked her about the guy she'd been messaging she didn’t know who I was talking about at first, when I reminded her she told me that she’d completely forgotten he even existed. I had a shit-eating-grin for a long time after that.
She surprised me by admitting that she had some questions regarding my previous post wherein I was open about how I had masturbated in front of other women. When I agreed to answer them she started peppering me, I suspect she’s held on to these questions for a while now. How old are these women? Can you see them when they see you? Can they see your face? Do they keep their clothes on? How do they know when to tell you to speed up and slow down? I answered all of her questions honestly.
Her last question was the most revealing and the most interesting one of all. I explained that most guys masturbate in complete silence, a habit we pick up as boys to prevent any embarrassment. If you’re more vocal, if you’re willing to get over the hump of moaning then women seem to become more engaged with you. Moaning also shows them where you’re at on the pleasure scale, I don’t have to tell them I’m getting close, I can just breathe deeper and moan more. That’s how they know which commands to give.
It was exciting to share such intimate details with my mother, I imagined her laying in her bed completely naked reading my messages. I shared explicit details with her in the hope that it would arouse her. When she finally admitted that it all sounded very exciting I felt a rush, it was exactly the kind of thing I was waiting for her to say to me. So I asked her straight if she could ever imagine herself doing something like that with a younger guy. She said yes, then abruptly ended the conversation telling me that it was getting late.
I got off work the next day and had a couple of drinks to calm my nerves before taking all my clothes off. A few moments later I was laying on my bed, phone in hand, waiting for my mother to pick up. She answered, her beautiful face popping into view. She seemed a little taken aback when she noticed I wasn't wearing a shirt. I didn't reveal more than my chest to her at first. We spoke for a while, catching up like we usually do. When I lowered my phone a little, revealing more of my body I could tell how she was shifting around in her seat.
She complimented me for being in good shape. I pushed my erection down with my free hand before lowering my phone more, stopping once my bare hips came into view. When I returned my phone back to focus on my face I could tell that this was freaking her out and immediately started to feel scared.
That wasn't the reaction I was looking for so I quickly told her that I should probably get going. She spoke up suddenly "Wait!" I felt a knot in my stomach, waiting for her to say more but she never did. I hesitated for a moment before slowly lowering my phone while I waiting for her to say stop. She never did so I kept going until I was totally exposed to her. It felt like I was losing my virginity all over again. My body felt like it was vibrating once my erection came into view, I don't have the words to describe how it feels having your own mother see you like that.
I reached down with my free hand, grabbed lubricant next to my bed and squeezed a generous amount on my erection. I know from experience that the phone's mic can pick up your stroking if you're lubed up enough, even if you go real slow. So I went slow, massaging myself at first. Through it all she was completely silent, barely moving. But she watched on so I tried not to let it bother me too much.
Gradually I began to stroke myself, slowly at first but going faster and faster until I had to back off. I made sure to communicate to her how good this was feeling with grunts and gasps. Finally when I couldn't take it anymore I allowed myself to go over the edge. I raised my upper body slightly to avoid shooting myself in the face, and ejaculated all over my chest. Once the spurting became less intense I angled my phone towards the top of my erection giving my mother a close up view as I milked the last drops out.
I collapsed on my back and brought my phone up to my face while I composed myself. In that moment I was desperate for her to say something, anything. All I got was a shocked look on her face, one of her hands was covering her mouth. I was at a loss for words so I just stared at her awkwardly until she spoke. "I can't believe I just watched you do that."
This had always been a possibility, that she would find the experience upsetting. I had assumed it would be the most likely outcome anyway. I was just so wrapped up in the idea of doing this that I pushed the possible consequences out of my mind.
When she removed her hand from her face she had a smile in the corner of her mouth. It felt like a lifeline, so I took it. I smiled back at her and felt most of the tension melt away between us. It's amazing how quickly the mood can change between people. She quickly thanked me for keeping her company, which was a weird thing to say, before ending the call. I instantly felt the gravity of the situation hit me like a truck. For a moment there the stress almost made me throw up. That was hands down the single most stressful thing I've ever done in my entire life, by a huge margin.
I was conflicted for most of that evening, haunted by the most perverted thing I've ever done before.
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[B/S] [Half] Courtney - Living Rent Free - Pt2
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**All names have been changed to protect anonymity in this story.**
[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/incest/comments/z2gzvz/bs_half_courtney_living_rent_free_pt1/)
The next morning, I awoke to the smell of coffee and bacon. Courts had a morning shift and the house was silent, with the residual smells still wafting.
I rose and found a plate of bacon between two plates (to keep it warm) and the pot full of coffee. It was a nice gesture and put my mind slightly more at ease after what had happened the previous evening.
I should say, my concern was less about the taboo (but not nonexistent about that element) and more about my fiancé Sarah. Even now I still refer to her as my fiancé, not an ex.
That night Courtney came into my room with another soft knock on the door and found me much the same as I was when she entered previously - boxers and a shirt, reading my book by lamplight. She’d come home about an hour before but had been showering and wolfing down some food and pottering about.
“How’s it going?” She asked tentatively. Normally she was all confidence and bravado irrespective of what was going on inside, but tonight she was more timid.
“Yeah, pretty good thanks. Just finishing this off” I replied, waving the book briefly. I pulled my glasses down my nose like an old man night and looked at her, getting a little laugh.
She came and sat on the edge of the bed and asked if we could talk. Of course, I obliged.
She curled up alongside me, her head and a hand on my chest, her leg draped over mine. She began to speak, facing my feet and I could sense her trepidation.
“About last night. I’m sorry if that’s not something you wanted. I wanted to distract you, but not just that, please don’t think that was my entire motive. I wanted to give you pleasure. You’ve been so sad for so long. I wanted to take you away, even for a moment.”
She trailed off after that, and I let her speak without interruption. She was trying to make the point it was about love, not pity, and I got that entirely.
“It was nice. And it was distracting. And I’m glad it happened and that it happened with you” I said, beginning to stroke her hair. The memories of the previous night fresh in my head, her scent, the pressure on my chest, and her leg over mine, I began to rouse in my boxers. I shifted slightly but she put more weight on my leg.
“No, don’t. It’s okay.”
Nothing happened that night. She didn’t jerk me off with a sultry look in her eye, or beg me to fuck her. We were reconnecting and we ignored the tent in my boxers. She stroked my chest, and I her hair and we talked about her day until she left for bed.
The next morning was a free day for both of us and I again awoke to the smells of breakfast, but this time I heard bustling from the kitchen.
I found Courts making herself busy with some eggs, wearing underwear and a sports bra. She explained after breakfast she was going to do some more dance aerobics if I’d like to join. I politely declined but said I’d watch from the kitchen with my coffee.
She downed her eggs and I started on my bacon and the remaining eggs and sipped my coffee as I watched her. She was putting on a show for me this time, shaking her ass and gyrating her hips, casting her head back over her shoulder to look at me, laughing and smiling. Her efforts were equal parts silliness and seduction, and really that’s what made it sexy. She knew it was stupid. But she was owning it and having fun - that’s sexy. Being yourself in your own skin and being able to laugh at yourself.
And then - I’ll never forget it - some Moulin Rouge music came on and she started to beckon me. We danced a little and she threw me back onto the couch playfully. She dropped her head and started to climb up me and drag her hair across me and we were both laughing. It was a pseudo lap dance of sorts I guess, especially as she backed her ass up against me and started to grind on me, looking back over her shoulder in a sexy way. The eye contact was electric, as was my skin and my straining dick in my boxers.
“Liking this are you?” She breathlessly asked right as the song finished. With the song over she straightened up and stepped away from me. “Oh well, songs over!” She teased.
I stood and grabbed her around the middle and it was my turn to throw her on the couch and I climbed on top of her. She opened her legs and I pressed my cock against her pussy, grinding against her. She was breathless and biting her lip, eliciting a slight moan from her. I kissed her neck and she responded by bucking her hips into me, begging for more contact, her legs writhing and wrapping around me. I wanted her in that moment and I grabbed one of her wrists and pinned it against the back of the couch and with my other hand put it to her throat, holding her firmly as I pressed myself against her. I ‘leaned up’ I guess is the way of describing it, putting more pressure against our crotches and she just rolled her eyes back and started breathing heavily, wiggling her hips from side to side, desperate for more.
But in the next moment, I didn’t want her. I know that must sound strange, but the fog lifted and I stopped. I released her and she let go of me with her legs. I extended a hand to help her up off the couch she rose, meeting me and pressing herself against me, her hands on my hips and trailing up my sides. She looked up at me and our lips met.
Everything melted away and we kissed in earnest for the first time. It was a nice moment, and I was coming around again, but she knew I wasn’t ready yet. God her patience, it makes me laugh and feel sorry all at the same time.
She backed away and said “You know I’m going to have to take care of this right?” understanding that I wasn’t ready for more, but still acknowledging her own horniness. She said nothing else, gathered her water bottle and left for her bedroom. I wasn’t far behind her to my own room.
Our rooms are separated by the front lounge/ entrance so I couldn’t hear anything, but I was thinking about her as I slipped my boxers off and firmly grabbed my penis thinking of her writhing in her bed sheets under her own touch. Grabbing at her breast as one hand feverishly played with her pussy, teasing herself, bringing herself closer to the climax she had wished I’d given her on the couch. I was lost in ecstasy and then came back to reality, opening my eyes to the morning light bouncing off the white ceiling, and then turning over to fetch some underwear from the nightstand. Courtney was standing in the doorway, a wicked smile on her face. She said nothing, just smiling, still wearing her sports bra and panties, but I could see a wetness on the front of them.
“Sorry, you left me on a hair trigger before, it didn’t take me long. And then I heard you, so …”
I was deeply red out of my own climax still, and now from embarrassment.
“So did you want to plan that camping kayaking trip?” She said innocently, as though she hadn’t just watched the second eruption from my cock in as many days, as though her panties weren’t wet with her lust that she had not long satiated.
I laughed, throwing a sheet over myself shyly and said sure. We began to plan when it would occur – the following week – and I was designated as the one to get everything ready given her tumultuous work schedule. We’d leave first thing Saturday and return Sunday afternoon. I’d need to pack for both of us so we could make an early start, and I started to take a mental inventory of clothes, food, camping supplies, things I’d need to buy vs things I already owned.
Over the week I ducked out during lunch hours to buy what was needed, and on Friday evening I packed everything, loaded the kayaks onto the roof rack, loaded bags into the trunk, and gathered perishables in the fridge in a travel bag ready to take out first thing in the morning.
We made it to the river uneventfully and began our paddling. I hadn’t planned a long route, maybe 4 hours’ worth of paddling up stream in a gentle head current so it wouldn’t be too tiresome and so we could enjoy some relaxing on the shore once we got where we were going. I’d planned for us to stop in a little spot that was essentially inaccessible by road or walking trails – it was just the river. It was a nice wide beach area that went up hill slightly to a row of trees and gravelly plateau.
Once we neared the spot, we made our preparations and discussed the area, where the best spot for a site would be, what we’d need to do. It was nice and distracting. The sun was beating down on us ferociously and the weather had promised to be kind and was delivering. I packed a small tent, but wasn’t intending to use it, thinking we’d sleep by the fire under the stars.
A few ice blocks had melted in the bag as to be expected, but the beers and wine we brough along were still cool to the touch, so we cracked them open after heaving the vessels ashore, starting a fire and clearing away a sleeping area. Small fold out chairs (nothing fancy, more of a fold out stool) were comfy enough, but soon we were laying with our backs on the grass.
“I hope you don’t mind, but with the sun going down I really want to take this bikini off. It’s been hours and it’s not exactly built for long term comfort.”
I didn’t say anything, just nodded and looked away as she untied her strings and put on a tank top. I’d somewhat been hoping she’d remain topless, but that wasn’t the point of this trip, despite it crossing my mind constantly the week proceeding, and during the actual paddling itself.
We traded stories as the light grew dim and the fire grew larger from worst dating experiences to random things like how we assumed clams would reproduce. After several beers each and a bottle of white wine apiece the conversation turned to sex. Likes and dislikes. Worsts and favorites.
Most of my favorites were with Sarah, but it didn’t upset me thinking about them or talking to Courtney about them. It was nice, and obviously with the alcohol involved, making me horny.
Courtney was describing a time her and a friend on a dare in college participated in a glory hole and how they had challenged each other to a time trial. Courtney won, meaning her friend had to have sex with the next guy that participated. She was slightly disappointed to find out that it was her college boyfriend (not the one previously described, the one preceding him), and he and her friend had no qualms about getting it on. It was an easy decision for her to drop him after that, and she soon met Jason (the previously described boyfriend).
The whole time I was rock hard, and (again I’ll blame the alcohol) I was absently stroking myself through my shorts. She must have noticed because the story got more and more detailed and (I’m assuming) exaggerated. She never said anything about what I was doing, but what made me realize my own actions was suddenly realizing what she was doing. She was pinching and rubbing her nipples through her tank top occasionally as she was telling her story.
“You have a thing for sucking cock, don’t you?” I asked, referring to both her story, and the night the previous week. “Something of an oral fixation?” I smiled cheekily at her.
She looked across at me as we were sitting maybe five feet apart and licked her lips and laughed. “Yeah, I guess I do. It’s just so sensual and personal. Anyone can fuck, oral is just … different, I guess?”
I told her I understood. I felt more or less the same way about it. There is something more intimate about it (to me at least).
The great social lubricant that alcohol is, we were both being quite open and forthcoming with one another. I grabbed some more wood and threw it on the fire, sending some sparks up in the air and sat down next to Courts. She looked at me and smiled and rested her head on my shoulder. I put a hand on her thigh and patted it, both of us transfixed by the dancing flames.
We took a quick dip to clean off the day’s sweat and grime until we devolved into another splashing match. Right as I was closing my eyes to scrub at my face, my entire head and side were drenched with water. I turned to look and Courtney was hunched over, her hands in the water ready to launch another attack. I splashed her back and it went back and forth until we were soaked through, neither of us having stripped off, just cleaning our faces arms and legs.
Her tank top was sticking to her in all the right places from our battle, her erect nipples poking through and defining and accentuating the curves of her breasts underneath. It wasn’t see-through, but it may as well have been with the way it was stuck to her skin. I laughed and made a remark about it being a bit nippy out and she rolled her eyes and lazily splashed at me. I waded over to her and scooped her up in my arms. I’m not the strongest guy, but I could comfortably manage it about as far as the fire was, and I dropped her off there where we’d been laying previously.
“I went and visited Sarah on Thursday after work.” I informed Courts as I laid her down on her back and knelt next to her. “I told her about the trip we’d be taking, and I told her about what happened last week as well”. I know it must sound strange to some people, talking to someone who isn’t there anymore. I’m not religious and I don’t know what to think about the afterlife. I suppose I think it’s all a big black nothingness. But it brings me comfort to talk to her. Even if it’s just the trees and the birds that can hear me, it feels nice and I’m not hurting anyone.
“I also asked her permission for something” I continued, laying down next to her on my side propped up by my elbow. I reached across with my right hand and cupped her left breast, giving it a gentle knead, brushing my thumb across her still hard nipple over the fabric of her wet tank top. She shivered with my touch and smiled.
“So long as you’re ready”.
I was and I wasn’t ready. The body was willing but the mind was only half way there.
“At least as far as I see it, you’re my sister by title, but we don’t really ..”
“Have that relationship?” she offered as I trailed off. “No, I agree. Obviously, we are family, and I love you. But … I think I’m supposed to be repulsed by you or something JUST because you’re my brother? Maybe because we didn’t grow up together, you’re older, lived with Nan and Pop, only saw each other for Christmas, easter, birthdays?”
I casually flicked her nipple again and she moaned with a sharp intake of air. She reached across and grabbed me over the pants and gave it some squeezes. I batted her hand away and got on top of her slowly, she spread her legs to let me in, but I was moving south. I kissed her neck and fondled her breasts over her wet top and she was trying to grind her pussy against me, but I was moving down and away, pulling her top up enough to kiss her stomach making her giggle. I grabbed her thighs and parted them and kissed around her bikini clad pussy and inner thigh, teasingly. I untied one side of her bikini bottoms and she the other, hurriedly until they were undone and I moved them out of the way. This was the closest I’d gotten to seeing her pussy properly. She had shaved in the last week or so, which honestly is fine. The stubble was nice and I kissed her mound and made my way to delicately kiss her clit, applying the smallest tongue flick to tease her further. I kissed her folds and could start to taste her on my lips now, wet from the talking and teasing. I applied generous and broad tongue strokes, painstakingly slow raking my tongue up, and down, up, and down. She was gripping my shoulder firmly and moaning in pleasure as much as frustration.
“I swear to God, if you don’t speed up soon –“
And with that I started to suck on her clit, gently applying my tongue as I sucked and she moaned. She moaned for all the empty river bend to hear us. Her hand transitioned to my hair and gripped it, driving my head up and down like you might imagine a man doing to a woman performing fellattio. Honestly, this method is precisely what I imagine sucking a dick to be like, just with a clit instead and less head bobbing required. Never-the-less, I continued with my oral caress and brought a finger to her folds, gently probing and gliding through her increasing wetness, eventually sliding it inside and quickly finding her G-spot. Within a minute I gradually increased the speed of my tongue and sucking and rubbing her g-spot and I heard the unmistakable cry of her release, felt the unmistakable tension around my finger as I slowed to a halt.
I brought my face away from her, my beard wet with our combined juices and wiped it on her leg. She shivered again, but was also still in waves of post orgasmic twitching and I sidled up beside her again, leaning on my elbow.
“That was ... Just what I needed”. She coo'd softly, her eyes closed and her wave of euphoria abating, being quickly replaced with a wave of fatigue.
And we fell asleep like that. At some point I got up and fetched sleeping bags to use as blankets, but that’s all we needed.
There is definitely more to follow, hopefully as I approach the weekend, I’ll find some time to write down about the rest of Courtney’s stay – probably another 2-4 parts worth if I try and keep them shorter (as I fear I have failed to do here).
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[A/ne] My aunt wanted to fuck me and I missed my chance.
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Hey guys what's up. I'm 19M. My aunt (mom's younger sister) is 40F.
My uncle recently divorced my aunt he was fucking a 25F he worked with on the side.
My aunt has to move out of their house and Sunday my mom sent me to help her pack and move boxes.
Sunday morning I get there and my aunt is fucking drunk at like 9am. My aunt is thin, blonde, big tits for her size, pretty face. she's wearing sweatpants and a white tank top, no bra, her big tits just swaying around and like I said she was smashed. Bitching about my uncle the whole time and "that little slut" he is sleeping with.
I do my best to move her boxes alone and console her in between loads. She is flipping between anger and sadness.
Finally she goes "I'm an ugly old hag, no man will ever want me again."
I said that wasn't true. You're really beautiful and have a great body. You'll find somebody.
She asked if I really thought so.
I said yes you're hot.
This seemed to awaken something in her. After that she was extremely complimentary to me. Thank you so much, it's nice to have such a real man to help, oh my god how can you lift that, your arms are so strong, etc. Lots of her touching and rubbing my back, arms and shoulders.
I'm almost done moving all the shit she needs me to and she goes "I'm going to take a shower." Then just leaves. I can hear the shower running upstairs while I finish up downstairs.
She comes down in just a black silky bathrobe. It was very loosely tied and after about 30 seconds it slips open and one of her big tits flops out.
At this point I know she's trying to fuck me. She's hot and I'm down but I'm just... I don't know. It's family and I just freeze. I can't bring myself to do anything. I'm getting a boner looking at her but I can't bring myself to do anything.
She fumbles around in her purse and offers me $40. I said that wasn't necessary. She said take it. I said no that's okay. I was glad to help family.
She walks over to me, forces the $40 in my front pocket, presses the front of our bodies together, presses her tits on my chest, I know she had to have felt my boner. And she goes "Need anything else?"
I was down to bone her, it just felt so weird and I couldn't. I said no and stepped away.
She asked if I wanted to stay for dinner.
I said no I had to go.
She closed her robe and said thanks so much for helping, appreciate you, drive safe, bye bye and I left.
And I've been kicking myself ever since? Am I so fucking stupid to turn that down or what?
I tried texting her a few times asking if everything is okay, trying to see if that door is still open. I just get one word curt replies back. "I'm fine." "thanks." "yep." etc.
Damn, you guys think I blew up my shot here?
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Looking for a MM I found a while back
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I remember that it was on Reddit, these 2 guys get hypnotized because one of them had a hypno link, and the other got roped into it. I'm pretty sure that the new guy had to go get waxed, and after they go to a hypnotherapist how reveals that the guy who hypnotized them is part of a hypno cabal. Anyways, they then get fully hypnotized and then fuck the hypnotherapist. I saw it, like 2 years ago, and just want to try and find it again. I think one of the guys was named Nick or Nate, something like that.
TIA
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Superheroine stuck [F27][stuck][public][super powers][fucked in a wall][public cum dump][multiple orgasms][creampie][anal][anal creampie][cum on ass][cum on feet][embarrassed][squirting]
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“I've got you now Evella!” I flew fast and hard toward the black-clad villainess. My rival Evella, a super-powered villain who has been terrorizing my city for years.
I reached her with a sonic boom and slammed my fist into her stomach. She flinched but took it.
“You think you can stop me, Lara Lynch? You're weak and pathetic.” She grabbed my wrist and pulled me forward. My face was inches from hers. She smiled. “Such a beautiful heroine, it's so sad I have to hurt you.” She took a knee to my stomach. Sending red pain through my body.
I ripped myself from her grip. And swung my body around, swiping her legs from under her. She flipped around with a smug look.
“I can still fly, baby.”
I grit my teeth and reoriented myself. She was flying lazily. Smiling her cocky little smile.
I rushed forward, barring my fist. I slammed them into her stomach, one after another at hypersonic speeds. The force sent shockwaves of air through her body.
Without a thought, she grabbed my hair and began spinning around in a fast circle. I couldn't rend myself free, the inertia was too much to even move my arms.
After a moment of feeling like I was in a turbine, I was launched away. Like a bullet, I was thrown into a nearby stone wall. I opened my eyes, I was covered in stone rubble. I was halfway inside a brick wall. My arms were stuck too. Everything was on display behind me.
Evella floated down, reeking of smugness.
“Well, this was unexpected Mistress Hero. But I can work with it.” I tried to tear my way through the bricks. But I couldn't. I was stuck. “Dont even try to struggle Miss Lynch. I've taken the liberty of taking your powers for just a moment. Wouldn't want you ruining my little experiment.”
“You evil bitch! Let me go right now!”
She giggled. “Don't worry hun, you'll enjoy this, I promise.”
She snapped her fingers and a wave of power shockwaved through the air. She leaned down and pressed her lips against my forehead.
“Have fun little miss hero.” and just like that she was gone.
I struggled against the stone prison for a moment, it was pointless. I was stuck. Well, it could always be worse I guess. I’m sure whatever evil thing she has done to me is bound to wear off eventually.
Then I heard something. Muffled voices were nearby. Maybe they could help me? The voices got closer. It was muffled by the wall, I couldn’t quite make out what they were saying.
I felt a wave of cold embarrassment roll through me. My ass was on display for everyone to see. At least they couldn’t see my face, God knows the last thing I’d want everyone to see is their hero in a situation like this.
The voices were right behind me. I could feel perverted gazes looking at me. I tried to squirm, but obviously, it didn’t work. I closed my eyes and focused, trying to hear what they were saying.
“…So you think this is what she was talking about?”
“What else could it be?”
“And we can do whatever we want?”
“Seems like.”
Oh, fuck.
I felt one of the guys take the hem of my tights and pull them down, revealing my ass. The cool breeze sent shivers up my spine.
Being a hero, I always had a pretty sexy figure, and today it seems to be backfiring on me.
“What an ass.” Guy one said.
“Damn right.” Guy two said.
“We doing this?” Guy one said.
“Hell might as well.”
After a moment, I felt my tights and panties ripped from my lower body, leaving me nude from the waist down.
My heart hammered in my chest. I wasn’t against the idea, in fact, it kind of excited me. Besides, maybe they would get me out of here? Right? At any rate, Evalla was right, might as well enjoy this.
Rough hands explored my skin. His fingers played on my ass, enjoying the soft texture of my skin. It felt good to me too, it’s been too long since I’ve had someone enjoy me like this. He found his way to my exposed nethers and ran a thumb against the outside of my lips.
I squicked in surprise. Oh this was gonna be fun. I wish I could see what my mysterious lover looked like at least, but I’ll enjoy it nonetheless.
He began teasing the outside of my entrance with his fingers. It felt good, really good. Bolts of lightning pleasure crept through me as he played with my pussy. His finger found my entrance and pushed inside of me. I whimpered in pleasure, fuck I loved how he played with me.
He pumped his finger in and out, a slow motion ramping into a good rhythm. I moaned, wanting more than just his fingers.
After a moment he slipped his fingers out of me. I whimpered in need, feeling empty. Then I felt something warm against my ass. He began rubbing his warm cock up and down my ass, letting me feel him before he began rubbing his cockhead against my lips. I wanted him inside me, I needed him inside me. I began shaking my ass, trying to entice him to finally take me.
And take me he did. Without warning he slammed his cock deep inside me. I yelped in surprise, the sudden insertion sent a shockwave of pleasure through my body.
The man began rocking his hips back and forth, spreading me wide with every pass he made. Being used like this felt wonderful, nothing more than a piece of meat to be used by whoever happened to be behind me.
His long strokes rubbed me in all the right ways. My walls stretched to accommodate his girth. He pounded into me viscously, feeling me on his cock. My orgasm came hard and fast. I moaned as my walls clenched on the strangers thick rod. I could feel myself leak a steady stream of liquid escape from my nethers.
“This broad is loving this.” I heard one of them say. He was right, I loved being used like this.
I felt the strangers cock twitch inside me as he began to fill me with a large load. Hot sticky cum sloshed into me as he came.
I was breathing hard, my body shaking with orgasmic bliss. The stranger pulled himself free from me.
“This bitch feels good, you gotta try her out.”
The second man positioned himself behind me. He placed his hands on my ass cheeks and grabbed them hard. He spread my ass, making me feel even more exposed. I felt something cool against my backdoor. A cool liquid spread out against my tight back hole.
He wanted something other than my wet fuck hole. I felt the man press his warm rod against me. With a little push, I felt him enter my ass. His cockhead separated my tight hole and slipped inside me. I whimpered as he began slowly, agonizinlgy, push his thick fuck rod into my most secret of places.
I was panting like a bitch in heat, his cock pushed deeper and deeper filling me with delicious pressure. Anal is a sick pleasure of mine, I love taking things in my backdoor. It feels so good.
After an agonizingly long time. He finally bottomed out inside of me. His thick cock sent tinges of pain and pleasure through my body. He began rocking back and forth, pumping his cock into my ass with a slow fervor. I whimpered and whined with each pass.
I was so full of cock, I loved it.
He finally worked himself up to a good rhythm. His hips clapped against my ass with every fast movement he made.
Fuck he was big. Bigger than any toy I’ve ever used, and warm, god his cock was hot inside me. His movements sped up even more, ravishing me completely. He slammed himself into me at a rapid pace, making sure I really remembered his cock.
I moaned as another orgasm rocked my body. I clenched hard against his shaft, my ass shaking.
“Fuck you’re tight, I’m gonna fill you up.” His cock immediately began to stiffen as he shot a huge load into my ass. Hot cum filled me fully as he pumped more and more of his delicious cum into me.
I felt his cock soften inside of me as he pulled himself out.
“What a slut.” he said
The two laughed as the two began walking away from my leaking behind.
After a few minutes I felt my strength return to me. I pulled myself free from my brick prison. I collected my torn clothes and flew home.
I made my way to my apartment in the city. I opened the rooftop door and climbed down the stairs. I quickly made my way to my door and stepped inside.
Evella was sitting on the couch in a bathrobe.
I threw my clothes at her. “That was such an evil trick Eva.”
She giggled. “But did you have fun?”
I rolled my eyes and sat next to her. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”
She smiled a cocky smile.
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EMS Confessions part 3
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Read part 1 and 2 if you want to know what has been going on from the beginning. All of these adventures are true and I rightly don't care if you don't believe me.
A week or 2 goes by from our last sexcapade and we are finally partnered up again because I decided to pick up overtime at her request. We got stationed at our most rural EMS station, which is fine because it's attached to a stand alone ER and we will just be running patients to the main hospital, essentially all day. Which, ironically is what happens. From 0730 until 2200 all we did was taxi patients 13.6 miles to the hospital and then drive back to pick up another one. It didn't leave any time for watching porn together or playing around. However, we did talk about each other's fantasies and kinks, which was turning both of us on and kept us turned on all day.
From 2200 until 0730 we didn't get a single tone and that time frame was magical. So turned on from the days conversations, we immediately attacked each other like ravenous wolves as soon as we walked into the substation. Kissing, biting, sucking, licking, fucking; it all became a blur. When it was all said and done we laid back in the bed, breathless and sweaty but thoroughly spent. After 15 min and out breath finally back to normal, I suggested we shower. She agreed and I watched her get up and walk to the bathroom and my eyes were transfixed on my cum leaking out of her pussy and down her legs. My cock started getting hard and I followed her straight to the showers.
Round 2 began with me watching the water cascading down her naked body, dripping from her nipples, down her flat stomach and smooth mons. I was captivated. She reached forward and grabbed my already hard cock pulling me to her and then wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me, passionately. Or lips pressed together, our tongues dancing in each other's mouths. I ran my hand up and down her back and she took my cock and slid it between her thighs and started driving back and forth, using my cock to rub her clit. We took our time with each other, sensually exploring one another. I dropped down to my knees and turned her around and started licking her clit from behind. Running my tongue up and down her wet slit, up her crack to her asshole where I graciously licked and tongue fucked that tight little hole while at the same time sliding my hand in between her legs and gently playing with her clit, rubbing it in soft little circles. It wasn't long before she exploded and squirted everywhere in the shower. Her legs were shaking so bad they couldn't support her ass she dropped to her knees, her body convulsing in orgasmic release. I turned the water off and stepped out of the shower while she was coming back to herself. I brought her a towel and gently dried her off and then carried her to a bed and laid down next to her.
The next few hours we made sweet love. Not lustful sex, not hurry up and let's fuck, but slow and soft sex. I climbed on top in missionary and said my cock inside her and pushed in as far as her pussy would take it. I looked into her eyes and slowly slide my cock in and out of her. Twice I felt her pussy clench around my cock as she orgasmed and I never broke eye contact. Even when I came inside her, deep inside her, I never lost eye contact. Spent, drained and exhausted, I kissed her gently and rolled into my back, she rolled with me, my cock never slipping out of her. We fell asleep that way with my cock still in her and her lying on top of me. I'd have to say I've never woken up to my soft cock inside someone before but it was actually nice.
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The Uber [FMF] Part 3 of The Steakhouse [FM]
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**Read part 1-2 if you want to better understand read the Steakhouse \[FM\]**
**The uber ride**
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Rick and I were about halfway through our scotch when Ricks’s phone vibrated on the coffee table.
Rick said it was Lucia she said she just dropped off her last ride but she found a small bag in the car and it must be ours.
I asked Rick didn’t you grab the package on the seat? I got out first I said.
I remember that happing exactly that way Rick said and my twin brother who was outside waiting for us to arrive must have opened your door. He had me……
I had put my new earrings on at the table in the restaurant, so these were the ones I wore there. They were very inexpensive mall-type stuff, so I almost told Rick to tell her to just keep them.
Before I could say anything, Rick said she was dropping them off she was done and said her apartment is 2 miles from here. She must live just over the line in those cute little townhouses I said to Rick.
Rick said I’ll run out to the car when she gets here to make a little small talk but try to get a read on how awkward she acts. I said to Rick she wasn’t freaked out because we would have never heard from her again if she was. Good point Rick said.
We have a circular drive and our doorbell makes a little tone when someone pulls past the door. The doorbell never made the tone but rang instead.
Rick opened the door holding his drink and Lucia stood there holding the package. Rick had only seen Lucia through the car window up until this point and although he could see she was a cute young woman when he talked to her, Wow Rick thought.
At this point I walked up behind Rick, looked out, and said thank you for doing this for me I’m not normally forgetful but I might have been overserved as I held up my glass, and we all laughed.
Rick can be a bit forward after several drinks, not rude and he doesn’t hit on people, but his filter goes away, completely away sometimes and he just says whatever pops into that fucking head of his.
Wow, rick said as he looked at Lucia, ah....... immediately he attempted to take it back.
I mean I was just surprised you dress like this driving an Uber he said.
I looked at Rick and asked if he’d like a shovel for the hole he was digging. Lucia knew exactly what I was talking about laughing the entire time.
She told us/RICK that she went home and changed and she said I’m meeting my girlfriend out for a couple of drinks.
I said to Rick, anything else you would like to ask detective? Rick said I was just stating how good she looked I mean I was surprised how…... I know, I said to Rick, laughing at him, we both know as we laughed.
Rick said let me get you something, I said just come in and ill grab a tip for you. Lucia said no no, you gave me twice the normal tip already. I insist Rick said, as she stepped in.
Lucia finally said ill take one of those as she pointed to my drink. Rick said, well that’s easy we have lots of these. You guys go sit and ill get you one.
I said to Rick as we walked to the living room, she doesn’t want a scotch now, if she’s just going out, make her drink drink.
Rick said as soon as I figure out what goes in a drink drink ill be in to meet you guys with it.
Lucia, we have everything what would you like, anything honestly, she said. Do you like cosmos I said. Oh yes, but you don’t need to do all that she said. It’s no problem. Rick made us each a Cosmo, okay he yelled back.
Lucia’s name fit her perfectly and she looked exactly as one might think. She might be all of 5'2" and 110 lbs. She has great curves, if I were guessing 32C-24-32, brown eyes, and straight brown hair that falls just below her shoulders. She was single and It was tough to guess her age because she had such great skin but if I had to guess it, 37 by the things that interested her. If she said she said she was Eva Mendes’s sister, no one would question it.
She was easy to talk to and even though my husband thought she might have watched us on the camera in the back of the car, if she had, she certainly wasn’t letting on.
Rick had joined us and the three of us sat talking in front of the fireplace for about thirty minutes when her cell phone dinged.
Oh my gosh, I’m sorry I said as she looked at it. You were going out and now your girlfriend is waiting for you. We just have been enjoying your company, I’m sorry I said.
Lucia started laughing as she read the text nope, just the opposite, my friend didn’t feel up to going out so I just got stood up. It’s a good thing I came here first otherwise I would have been at a sitting gay bar alone.
Rick being the add alcohol = 14-year-old boy says, oh I never picked up on you saying you were meeting your girlfriend thing. I was just shaking my head at this point and said Lucia please don’t hold it against him he really just can’t help it. Lucia was laughing when I asked her so do we get to keep you for another or are you calling it a night?
I’d love that she said if your sure I’m not keeping you two from anything with a wink.
Lucia and I were about halfway through with our cosmos when Rick cut up and said, I’m headed for another scotch and he went into the study to get it. Lucia looked me right in the eyes and said I have to tell you something. I’m a little bit embarrassed that I have not told you already. Lucia then looked down for a moment. I felt bad for her she was such a sweetheart. She needed to admit to us that she watched us on the camera in the backseat. I knew this had to be at.
Sweetheart I said, I think I already know, I think Rick and I both do. When Rick came to your window He noticed the screen on your dash that said family camera across the top. He told me he thought you could see us in the backseat, yes Lucia said, I could see everything.
Lucia said, I'm sorry, I was so turned on, I couldn’t stop watching. I could see you two typing back and forth on your phones and I knew the game you were playing and I loved it. She said watching your husband rub his cock as you licked your pussy off of your fingers my god, I wanted to cum myself. I was so ready, I started touching myself in the front seat through my clothes and I couldn’t stop it. I was driving as slow as I could I said because I wanted to watch more.
Okay, I said to her feel better now that you have told me. I told my husband even if you were watching you wouldn’t be freaked out. I told him you would probably get turned on and you would end up getting yourself off when you get home.
Lucia said I guess if I’m getting it all on the table, I should admit this as well. I did get myself off, but I couldn’t wait till I get home. I had to pick up my last ride because it was a scheduled thing. Otherwise, I would’ve canceled it and driven home.
After dropping off my last client, I pulled into the parking lot and took your panties that I had found under the seat out. I held them to my face so I could smell you as a rubbed my Clit and got myself off.
Sitting closer to Lucia now I whispered, did it feel good to get yourself off I asked her? Lucia said I have twice, once in the parking lot, and once in the shower when I get home before coming here.
While Lucia was telling me this, we were both locked onto each other’s eyes. I don’t think either one of us even blinked the whole time.
OK Lucia, I said, I guess it’s time for me to confess, after meeting you I’ve secretly been here hoping that my husband’s suspicion was accurate and you had seen everything. Oh my God Lucia said, that makes me feel so much better. I was feeling so guilty because I should have turned the camera off.
I thought to myself, I don’t exactly know why Ricks is not back yet. He must be checking the scores of the games on his computer in the study but he’s missing a lot I thought.
I leaned in inches away from Lucia and asked her do you want me to rub my pussy for you like I did Rick? YES, Lucia said oh god yes!
I sat back on the couch, slowly pulled up my dress, and started rubbing my pussy in front of her.
Just like I did with Rick I kept taking my finger out of my pussy just long enough to stick it in my mouth, lick it and tell her how good it tasted. Do you want some Lucia? I asked, I pulled my finger out again. She was fascinated, so I just leaned over and put it in her open mouth as she sucked my finger.
Lucia had raised her leather skirt and was rubbing her clit through her white thong when she said, Can I lick you?
Of course, you can I said. I leaned forward a bit and Lucia helped pull my dress off over my head. She kissed me and then made her way down my body for the next 5 minutes spending lots of time licking and sucking my hard nipples and I worked her shirt off as she did. Ultimately, she landed on my pussy and Lucia had an amazing tongue and was darting it in and out of me. To say she was skilled would be a joke, I still hadn’t figured out if she was a full-on lesbian but she definitely played one on TV.
After 15 minutes or so, Rick walked in carrying his glass of scotch, stopped dead in his tracks, and said what the fuck, clearly, I missed something.
He came over and sat down on the edge of the Ottoman and just watch the two of us. I was rubbing my heavy tits and he was mesmerized, watching Lucia tongue fuck my pussy. After a few minutes, Rick put his scotch on the coffee table and unzipped His fly. He came over to me on the couch so I could suck his cock.
Rick’s cock was hard as a rock and I knew it wouldn’t be long before he blew his load into my throat. I just patted the seat next to me and he sat down rubbing his cock slowly.
Lucia, was on her knees in front of me on the couch, and she looked up at me and I told her to go ahead as I placed her hand on Ricks's cock. She immediately started rubbing his big cock still licking me. For the next 10 minutes, she took turns sucking Ricks’s cock and licking my pussy.
Whenever she stopped, I replaced her mouth with my fingers. I could have cum 3 times but was just taking it all in slowly. I was soaking wet and at some point, Rick suggested we all go upstairs. I had taken off Lucia‘s shirt, and her skirt was hiked up around her waist so she stood up and just dropped it on the floor and headed upstairs to our bedroom in her white bra and thong.
I laid down on the bed and Lucia and I were into a sixty-nine position within minutes with Lucia on top. Rick wasted no time getting my ass up onto a pillow so he could stand fuck me while Lucia licked my clit. Slowly Rick fucked me only taking his wet cock out so Lucia could suck my pussy off it and start again.
Oh my god, this felt so fucking good, over the next hour we changed positions several times. We were all ready to cum several times but kept holding off.
Rick had not fucked Lucia so I asked her, do you want Rick to fuck you ?. I want him to fuck me in the ass she said. Rick grabbed a condom and a bottle of lube from the nightstand. With Rick standing up he pulled Lucia’s legs up in the air and slowly worked his cock into her ass. Slowly he fucked her ass and it was obvious she loved this. I was licking her nipples and after a few minutes she started bucking and rubbing her own clit, she started screaming, I’m cumming.
Rick pulled his condom off and I was next, he stood fucking me on the side of the bed while Lucia licked my clit within a few minutes I was gushing cum everywhere, something I had learned a couple of years ago. Rick then lay on the bed and we took turns sucking him and kissing while he watched. Lucia was taking the full length of his cock in her mouth, something I struggled to do at times so I grabbed the lube and put my finger in his ass, and started rubbing his prostate. 10 seconds later he shot his load into Lucia’s mouth. We both kissed and licked his cum off of his cock. It was now 2 am and We all just fell asleep.
To be continued……..
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[M/s] mom helps me shave update 6
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Hi everyone just to clarify some things
1. Thank you for your support and advice i really appreciate it
2. Stop asking for pictures I'm not sending anything
Anyways lets get into it
I woke up this and it was my day off i didn't have university or work and i might have forgotten my mom was in the house, now I haven't had sex since she left and i really haven't jerked off so it's fair enough to say i woke up with morning wood
When i go down to the kitchen in my boxers you can clearly see a tent and i find my mom i totally forgot she was home again and she just sees me with morning wood first day back and she's already seen me semi hard. Anyways this is how the conversation went
Mom:Hi sweetie... Directly stares at my morning wood
Me:o Hi Mom noticing i was in my boxers and semi hard i immediately cover myself
Me: sorry I totally forgot you got back!!
Mom: snaps out of it* o I'm sorry sweetie i know I probably should have known you'd get your own little habits
Me: yeah I kinda really didn't remember you were back since I've been alone for awhile now
Mom: smile drops* right.... I'm sorry darling I was just... I felt like I didn't know who I was and I needed to figure myself out
Me:you couldn't do that here?
Mom: I know what I did was wrong just leaving after everything happened but i just got overwhelmed and needed to figure us out by myself
Me: I see and did you figure "us" out?
Mom: well how about we discuss this over dinner tonight at 8?
Me: dinner really?
Mom: yeah it will help us catch up and we can also talk about us.
Me: well ok sure at 8 it is then
We both just kinda stayed under each other's radar the entire day
I went out to get some things for projects and workout and meet it with judo girl which we should probably give her a name so we will name her Stacy
So i met with Stacy we chatted. Now she knows my mom hasn't been home not because of our whole situation, I just told her my mom was on vacation
You would think a guy in my so called "youth" would be bringing girls over left and right but i honestly wanted barely anyone at home.
Anyways she wanted to meet my mom and me personally don't know how things are going so i told her that maybe after she's settled from her vacation.
Again i don't know how things are going with Stacy so that's why I'm not introducing her to my mom yet
Also I don't how things are going to go tonight so I decided to just wait.
After a long day i arrive home and mom prepared dinner, so we decided to regularly eat some pasta and that's when the conversation started
Me: the pastas really good mom
Mom: thanks sweetie
Me: I totally missed your cooking
Mom:youbsure look like it what have you been feeding yourself lately?
Me: well just the basic boiled chicken variations and stuff
Mom: it's good you workout a lot otherwise you'd be outshape so fast
Me: yeah hahah
Me: I've definitely missed your cooking and other things
I notice she gets a little red
Mom: well I've missed something's about you too
A silence enters the room.
Mom: listen i think we need to talk
Me: ok about?
Mom: well about us
Now I've been broken up with before and it felt like this was the direction the conversations was going. But it ended a little differently than i expected
Mom: listen sweetie I enjoy our time together, you are my son and i love you deeply honestly more than a mother should.
Me: it sounds like your breaking up with me? Awkward laugh*
Mom: no sweetie nothing like that i just...
Well i want to make sure you want this too
Me:ok but can I ask something quick
Mom: sure sweetie
Me: Where were you
Mom: well before I wanted to ask you if you really want this
Me: well if we were to go upstairs i could remind you.
Mom: i know and as tempting as that sounds
I need you to be sure, so i want you to try and go out with a girl your own age and see what it's like
Me: ok I see but why force me?
Mom: i just don't want you to make a decision and then regret it
Me: ok sure but how long do we stay like this?
Mom: at least for a few days until you go out with someone your own age and well live.
Me: I'll be honest with you mom weird having you force me to date someone else to try and see if i don't want you.
Mom: I just want to be sure ok sweetie
Me: ok well alright.
Mom: so now that that's been settled i need to make some ground rules so your not deterred
Me: more rules come on?! Really
Mom: yes
Me: alright what are they
We get up to go wash some dishes while we talk
Mom: rule number one only date girls you like not just to make me think you don't like girls your age
Me: alright ok
Mom: rule number 2 i have to meet her
Me: what?! No way isn't that something I decided?
Mom: what i need to make sure your not around bad company
Me: alright
Mom: and rule number 3
She gets close and grabs crotch softly
Mom: this big guy needs to be under more clothes for now in the house otherwise.
Starts rubbing above my pants
Mom: You'll never feel my hand.
Turns around and presses here self to me
Mom: or butt
Gets on her knees and bites the outline of my dick.
Mom: or mouth again
Me being fully erect I agree to everything
Mom: good now you should probably go take care of that
Pats my dick
Mom: and remember go date
She goes to her room and closes the door.
Now I'm really confused I don't know if I should really go after another girl or not. And I would do the fake thing but she'll notice I'm lying instantly
So I guess me and Stacy are going out luckily me and Stacy have been taking for awhile now.
Now i do feel something for Stacy but I don't know if it'll go through anyways I'm going on a date tomorrow and I'll give you guys an update.
Anyways take care
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[F/d] I may have had sex with my daughter - update 17
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Hii! Still Vanessa, so my mom gets here tomorrow morning, we are going go pick her up at the airport. The extra room is ready, all my clothes are in there but I'll still be sleeping with my daddy. Today we went to run some errands and buy me some slightly more modest clothes, but ny daddy thought ot wuld be hot of I wore lingerie underneath for the whole week, so he bought me a few more.
My daddy isn't working tomorrow and will take Tuesday and Wednesday off, my mom will stay until next Sunday. We will probably be a little inactive next week but I'll try to write when I get the chance.
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[Cm/Cf] My cousin (26f) is testing me(23m) with tease [part 1]
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After my blunder from yesterday I once again thought this was going to be the end of my and my cousins relationship, both sexual and practical. I was in my bed for a couple of hours after our “lesson” as I will call it, but when I went downstairs for dinner that night everything seemed to be the same normal as before we had had sex to begin with. At the dinner table my aunt was saying she was going to be working late the next day. Her township was going to be having a big meeting in the evening, so me and my cousin would have to make our own dinner. I wasn’t paying much attention to what my aunt was saying at the time because I was still thinking about the day’s “lesson”. We finished dinner, and nothing else happened for the rest of the night.
I woke up the next morning and went to go downstairs to make my breakfast and coffee. I heard the shower going and I thought it was my aunt, you know working late so she would go in a bit later. As I got to the bottom of the stairs I noticed that my cousin’s car was still in the driveway, so she was the one in the shower. I continued to the kitchen to make my breakfast and coffee. As the coffee was brewing and my eggs were cooking my cousin called to me from the top of the stairs, “you owe me for yesterday so you better be making me something to eat too.” I laugh a bit and call back, “you come down naked and I will definitely give you whatever you want.” I hear her feet start to come down the stairs, and I thought she was coming to slap me, and when I saw her turn the corner on the stairs, there she was, completely nude.
We lock eyes, and she gives me a huge smirk. Her left hand is on the top of the banister and her right is on her hip, like she was posing. “Well I’m naked, I’m down here, make me breakfast,” she says as I am just standing there frozen. I nod and start to make her some eggs too. She stays at the foot of the stairs for a minute and as I’m trying my hardest to to look at her I say “how come you are still home? It’s Thursday, shouldn’t you be at work?” “My boss said I could work from home today and tomorrow, something about one of the pipes burst last night and the whole office got flooded. So that means we can have the WHOLE day together!” The eggs in the pan are about done when I say, “Your breakfast is about done, by the time you go get some clothes on it will be ready.” “What? You don’t like me teasing you with my body?” She says as she starts to walk over to me. She comes up behind me and presses her boobs into my back and leans her head in between my shoulders. I let out a big sigh and say, “oh no I like it, I like your body a lot, I’m just trying not to burn your food and you’re not making it easy to focus on that.” “That’s the point,”she whispers, ”you not giving me the attention I want, is making me want it even more.” The toaster pops, the coffee machine lets out its final spits, and the eggs are starting to brown. “God fuck Nic, just let me finish this then you can do whatever you want!” I yell at her. She gets off me and goes to the opposite side of the island. I put the eggs and toast on a plate, and turn around to give them to her. The sun shine coming in through the kitchen window is hitting her body as if the lord above is saying “look at this magnificent creation”. I start to scan her. Her hair is down and still a bit wet. The freckles on the top of her boobs have never been more prominent than now. The island comes up to just below her belly button, so I’m unable to see the rest of her.
I put the plate down, and she starts to eat. She finished the eggs and toast before I can make her her cup of coffee. I give her the cup and she starts to sip on it. We are both staring at each other and I ask, “what do you think you will do today? Put some clothes on I hope.” She giggles and answers, “Well I think I will do some cleaning. The blinds behind the couch are awfully dusty. I could use your help. I might put on something if I get cold, but not right now.” I nod that I will help. “Okay, but let me go do an assignment first.” She nods back, and I leave to go to the basement office. I get to the foot of the basement stairs and I think to myself, “this is one of her ‘lessons’ I just have to not give in and then once’s she’s had enough she will give in to me.”
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[M/S] [A/ne] I am very attracted to my sons. Update 378. A big surprise for my well-behaved nephew.
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Click. The small flame kissed the tip of my second cigarette of the day at 10:30 pm. The warm smoke enters and expands in my lungs and pleases me like a warm cock filling my pussy. I tilt my head toward the ceiling and, through a content smile, exhale an elegant stream of silver-blue smoke. My day has gone exactly as planned and I could not feel more fulfilled.
I sat on a wing-back chair with my feet propped on an ottoman, wearing a simple burgundy dress. The light in the hotel suite was dim but bright enough to see clearly across the room. As I sipped lovely sparkling wine and smiled gleefully, I watched Tommy remove his clothes and begin to enjoy the gift his favorite Auntie had provided. Until this moment, I had been the only lover of his young life. Now, this gorgeous and exotic escort was about to be a gift from me to him for being such a good and well-behaved boy.
She and I smiled and winked at one another, and I told them they were free to enjoy each other in any way they wanted to.
Earlier in the day, I drove him to a nice hotel, bursting with excitement as he sat nervously beside me. He knew he was going to be defiled and tormented by his twisted Auntie, but he also knew I had a surprise in store for him. Of course, he had no idea exactly what type of day he would be having.
Once we arrived at the suite, I strutted around wearing only my new 22cm strap-on and handed him a bag of clothes to put on. Minutes later he stepped from the bathroom wearing a dress, a bra and panties and long, dark wig. I spent over an hour doing his makeup and he looked feminine and even pretty. I stood back, sipping a stiff drink and admiring my handywork.
"If you are a good boy all day, do as I say and don't complain or whine, you will get the best gift you have ever had later. Do you understand?" I said in a firm and direct tone.
"Yes Mommy." He replied and those two simple words were music to my raptorial ears.
Sorry guys, I am exhausted from yesterday and will finish this for you tomorrow. I hope you all have a wonderful day.
**My nephew is 19 and my sons are 22 and 27. I am not obligated to do anything for you.**
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