This weekend just like last week, my neighbour told me to come over to his place so he could fuck me. And I agreed. I hate how he makes me do whatever he wants but I just can't say no. The send I arrived he had me strip naked again and immediately went to fucking me. I just sit there and take it. He eventually makes me cum too much then I can't think properly and he makes me agree to things I wouldn't normally, like fucking me against the window.

He says I'm his slut and he can do anything he wants to me. I'm starting to believe him. He just makes me feel so good. He spent a lot of time fucking me against the window this time. He's even making me stay at his place until Tuesday night.

1[24m] fucked her while she [21f] was on the phone

This happened a few years ago. When I was 24 and she was 21

One of our friends in our friend group (Eve) [21f] and I [24m] used to hook up occasionally. It all started at a house party when I was trying to be a good wing man for my buddy. He (Joe) was trying to hook up with Erica and she was there with Eve. Both girls were very good looking but Erica had all the right curves in all the right places. She didn't want to leave Eve alone at the party while she hooked up with Joe that night so I told them that I would keep Eve company the rest of the night.

We were just hanging out, talking and having a few drinks. She was easy to talk to and the conversation flowed smoothly and I was enjoying the night. After that we talked and hung out more often. Sometimes just the two of us and sometimes with other friends . Over time we did get naked and fucked each other's brains out but never pursued it beyond that.

Her and a guy from one of her friends groups started dating and eventually started a relationship. We still hung out just not as often. One Saturday Joe asked if I wanted to go with him to hang out with Erica and Eve and I said why not. We arrive and Erica meets us at the door. We go in and Eve is sitting on the couch talking to her bf on the phone. We say high and ask each other how we are doing. Eve goes to her room so she can have privacy and the rest of us are watching the game. 30, 45 min pass and Eve is still in her room on the phone. Another 20-30 minutes go by and I go to eves room to see if she's ok. I softly knock on the door and then open it. She is laying on her stomach facing away from the door. The little tight shorts she is wearing makes her ass look delicious. He legs are open just a little and I catch a glimpse of her white string she has on. I walk up behind her and softly rub her ass. She looks over her shoulder at me and smiles but doesn't protest me rubbing her ass. So I grab both ass checks with both hands and start massaging softly and slowly. My hands begin to roam all over her body and my cock begins to get erect. I press my groin into her ass and lean forward and start kissing her neck as she is still talking to her bf. I start groping her body over her clothes and she still hasn't asked me to stop, nor has she hung up the phone. I slide my hand under her and massage her tits and she moans softly. I move my other hand between her legs and grab a handful of her pussy and I'm rubbing it and I can feel her getting hot and wet. She pulls the phone away from her and mouths "what are you doing!" And starts talking to her bf again. I go back to rubbing her body and grinding my dick unto her ass. I lean down and start kissing her neck. (This is one of her biggest turn ons)And I knew this from before. She pulls the phone away again and turns towards me and we start making out . We can hear her bf still talking. My cock is at full attention when we break the kiss. I stand up and start to pull her shorts off fully expecting her to stop me but I stead she lifts up enough for me to slide her shorts completely off. Looking over her shoulder, smiling at me she wiggles her ass at me smiling. I playfully smack her ass cheeks and spread her legs open. Sliding her panties to the side I slip my fingers inside her and rub her clit too. She moans just loud enough her bf hears it and asks her "what was that?" She lies and says she just rolled over. Her pussy is wet now and I'm fingering her while she is on the phone. She is starting to get into it I hear her voice less and she is pushing back against my hands. She's trying hard to keep her moans quiet, so I kneel between her legs and lick her pussy from her clit to her tight little ass. That goes on for a few minutes and she can barely keep her moans quiet. Her bf is still talking and she gives him quick answers between moans. I nudge her to roll over onto her back and I climb up on the bed near her head with my hard cock in hand . She's quietly and softly licking and sucking my cock trying to keep the slurping noises down. She takes my full length a couple times.. her bf thinks he heard something and soon after you can hear him ask her what she's doing. She doesn't answer right away as she is focusing on the cock in her mouth. He repeats it and then we can hear him call her name. She replies to him asks she is stroking my cock still. She makes up some excuse and he starts talking again . I move between her legs and line my cock up with her entrance and push myself in. She lets out a louder moan and her bf clearly heard it as he asked her if she is masturbating. I'm sliding my cock in and out of her slowly increasing the tempo. She replies to her bf " no, what, maybe, no". We start to kiss. again and she is holding her phone away from our bodies we are starting to get into it and getting louder. We can still hear him at times as he is trying to figure out what's going on. The next thing we hear is " Eve are you fucking? Is somebody fucking you right now?" She says no and he asks if she's sure? She tells him "yes I'm sure " between moans. I take the phone out of her hands and set it on the dresser away from the bed but made sure the I didn't hang it up. I tell her to get on all fours and I slide back inside her and begin to pound my dick in her wet cunt. I'm fucking her hard and she is moaning loud. I look at her and smile telling her he's going to know you was getting fucked now.... To be continued....

The room at the wedding party was bathed in a warm, golden light from the chandeliers hanging above. Laughter and chatter filled the air, mingling with the clinking of glasses and the soft music playing in the background. The smell of decadent food still lingered, a mix of rich spices and sweet desserts.

In the center of the room, the bride, Francine, who was 28 years old, stood in her stunning white wedding dress. Her brown hair cascaded down her back, framing her delicate features and piercing blue eyes. The dress hugged her curves perfectly, accentuating her ample bosom and curvaceous rear.

As the night wore on, it became evident that the groom, Jack, had indulged a bit too much in the alcohol. He stumbled around, barely able to keep himself upright, much to the embarrassment of Francine. The best man, Elliott, Jack's loyal friend, noticed the situation and took it upon himself to ensure Jack's well-being.

With a heavy heart, Francine excused herself from the festivities and made her way to the garden outside. The night air was cool and refreshing, the garden illuminated by soft, twinkling fairy lights. She found solace on a wooden bench, the moonlight casting a soft glow on her tear-streaked face.

It was then that Elliott, approached her. He sat down next to Francine, his presence a comforting one. "Jack is inside, sleeping off his drunkenness", he informed her gently.

Elliott, a 29-year-old man, was dressed sharply in a sleek black suit, his tall figure exuding an air of sophistication. His brown eyes shone with empathy, and his black hair framed his chiseled features flawlessly.

Francine let out a heavy sigh, her blue eyes reflecting sadness and resignation. "I always knew Jack had a problem with alcohol, but I never imagined it would come to this", she confessed, her voice tinged with disappointment.

Elliott nodded solemnly, his expression pained. "I'm sorry, Francine. Jack is my best friend but you deserve so much better. I never quite understood what you saw in him", he admitted, his voice filled with regret.

Looking into Elliott's eyes, Francine's gaze hardened. "I definitely chose wrong. And now, my wedding night will be spent in bed with a drunk man by my side", she said bitterly, a sense of betrayal coloring her words.

Elliott's gaze was filled with regret as he spoke, "I'm so sorry, for what Jack did tonight. He ruined what should have been your special night."

Then Francine tenderly placed her hand over Elliott's, she whispered, "I've always noticed how you looked at me, Elliott." There was a depth in his eyes that she had never fully acknowledged before.

Elliott's admission hung heavy in the air. "I've always had a crush on you. But you were with Jack, my best friend. Now, you're his wife." The weight of unspoken truths lingered between them, a tension building with each passing moment.

In a moment of vulnerability, Francine's hand caressed Elliott's face. "I'm sorry for choosing wrong, for believing I could change Jack", she confessed softly, her voice filled with longing.

Elliott's resolve wavered as Francine's touch ignited a fire within him. "Maybe someday Jack will change", he mused, a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

But Francine's words cut through the night air, her voice laced with desire. "Stop defending that stupid friend of yours. Maybe it's time for us to finally get what we want. And what I want is a good fuck on my wedding night." The raw honesty of her words hung between them, the promise of forbidden passion beckoning in the darkness.

Elliott's eyes widened in shock at Francine's bold declaration. "Francine, this is wrong. It's a betrayal to Jack", he protested, his voice strained with conflict.

But Francine's voice was filled with frustration and longing as she retorted, "A betrayal is Jack being drunk at our wedding, sleeping instead of being here with me." Her words hung heavy in the night air, cutting through the silence like a knife.

In a moment of reckless abandon, Francine leaned in and captured Elliott's lips in a passionate kiss, her body aching with unfulfilled desires. As their lips met, she whispered between breathless gasps, "Please, Elliott. I need you. I need to be fucked."

The kiss lingered, a promise of forbidden pleasure igniting a fire within them both. The garden bore witness to their shared yearning, the boundaries between right and wrong blurring in the shadows of the night.

As Elliott's hands explored Francine's body, her skin soft and warm under his touch, he could feel the heat between them building to a fever pitch. His own desires were threatening to consume him as he whispered against her lips, "I've wanted this for so long."

But Francine's response was laced with desire as she replied, "I know, Elliott. And I've been wanting you too."

As their passion reached its peak, they were both consumed by the forbidden pleasure they had denied themselves for so long. With each touch, each kiss, they were betraying Jack, but in that moment, nothing else mattered.

As their lips parted, the night air felt colder against their heated skin. In a moment of pure desire, Francine reached down and pulled the cleavage of her wedding dress down, revealing her laced white bra and the ample cleavage it held.

Elliott's eyes widened at the sight of Francine's huge breasts, the creamy white lace barely containing them. He couldn't help but stare at the size and plumpness of her breasts, his hands itching to feel their weight in his palms.

Sensing his desire, Francine let out a low moan and pulled down her bra, freeing her breasts from their confines. Her areolas were a soft shade of pink, perfectly proportioned to her full breasts, and her nipples were hard and erect, begging to be touched.

Without hesitation, Francine pushed Elliott's head towards her chest, her breaths coming in shallow gasps as she begged, "Please, suck my tits. I need you to make me feel good."

Elliott eagerly obliged, his lips and tongue eagerly exploring every inch of her breasts, causing Francine to moan in pleasure.

As Elliott's tongue flicked and teased Francine's sensitive nipple, sending shivers of pleasure down her spine, she couldn't help but gasp in ecstasy. "Oh, Elliott, that feels so good", she moaned, her fingers tracing the outline of his bulging erection through his black pants.

Elliott's own desire burned hot and fierce as he continued to lavish attention on Francine's breast, his arousal evident in the hardness pressing against his pants. He groaned softly, unable to contain the pleasure coursing through him. "You taste so sweet", he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

Then Elliott squeezed Francine's generous breasts, bringing her nipples close together to suck them simultaneously, Francine gasped in pleasure. "Oh, no one has ever done that to me before! It feels incredible", she exclaimed, her body arching towards his touch.

Surprised by the size of Elliott's cock pressing against his pants, Francine's hand continued to explore, her fingers tracing the outline of his impressive length. "My, you're well-endowed", she whispered, her voice filled with desire.

Elliott's breath hitched at Francine's touch, his own desire raging as he struggled to focus. "What if we get caught?" he asked, a hint of worry in his voice.

But Francine, lost in the throes of passion, let out a low chuckle. "I don't care. Jack can go screw himself", she declared boldly, her blue eyes blazing with defiance. "Maybe after tonight, he won't be my husband anymore. I've never cheated before, but he deserves it."

Then Francine's hand moved to the buckle of Elliot's pants. Her fingers deftly undid the button, pulling down the zipper, and with a gentle tug, she freed Elliott's 8-inch cock. She gasped at the sight, feeling a surge of desire course through her.

It was a magnificent sight. The shaft was a deep shade of flushed pink, hard and throbbing, a testament to his arousal. The veins stood out, running the length of the shaft, pulsating with life. The head, a darker hue, was plump, glistening with pre-cum. His balls, smooth and shaved, were drawn up tight, filled with pent-up desire.

Francine's fingers wrapped around his length, her touch soft yet firm, eliciting a groan from Elliott as she began to stroke him. "Elliott… it's the biggest and juiciest cock I've ever seen", she murmured, her voice filled with awe and lust.

Elliott's response was a low chuckle, his lips still busy with her nipples. "Wait until you feel what it can do", he promised, his voice thick with desire.

As Francine's nipples were being pleasured by Elliott's eager mouth, her body quivered with excitement. The sensation was overwhelming as she continued to stroke Elliott's impressive cock, feeling the heat and hardness in her hand.

Elliott's desire mirrored Francine's, his own arousal evident in the way he hungrily suckled on her nipples. The forbidden nature of their encounter only fueled their passion further, creating a heady cocktail of lust and longing.

Amidst the soft moans and heavy breaths, they exchanged heated whispers, the words dripping with desire and urgency. "This feels so good", Elliott murmured, his voice husky with need.

Francine, her own desire reaching a fever pitch, could only manage a breathless reply. "Don't stop", she gasped, her body arching towards his touch.

With a hunger that burned deep within her, Francine couldn't resist the urge any longer. She gently pulled her breasts from Elliott's mouth, a look of raw desire in her eyes. Without a word, she sank to her knees before him, her lips parting to take in his impressive cock.

As she took him into her mouth, the taste of his arousal flooded her senses, fueling her need for more. The feel of his hardness against her tongue sent shivers of pleasure through her, her own desire driving her actions.

Elliott's groans filled the night air as Francine's mouth worked wonders on him. His fingers threaded through her brown hair, a silent encouragement to take him deeper. "I want it all inside my mouth", she mumbled, her voice muffled around his cock, the words dripping with lust and submission.

Elliott's breath hitched as he felt Francine's warm mouth enveloping him, her eagerness palpable in the way she took him in. He paused for a moment, looking down at her with a hunger that matched her own. "Do you really want to suck all of it?" he asked, his voice heavy with desire.

Francine's eyes met his, a fierce determination shining through her lust-filled gaze. "Yes, I want it all", she replied, her voice tinged with a hint of desperation. "Even if I gag, I want you to fuck my mouth."

A low growl of approval escaped Elliott's lips as he tightened his grip on Francine's brown hair, a silent signal of his intent. Without hesitation, he began to thrust his full 8 inches deep into her mouth, setting a relentless pace that pushed her limits.

The sound of wet, sinful noises filled the night air as Elliott's cock plunged into Francine's eager mouth, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through them both.

The feeling of Elliott's cock deep inside her mouth was almost overwhelming for Francine. She could feel her own arousal building with each thrust, her body responding to the thrill of being with her husband's best man.

As she looked up at Elliott, she could see the pleasure and desire etched on his face. He was enjoying this just as much as she was, and that only fueled her own hunger for more.

Elliott's fingers tightened in her hair as he continued to thrust, pushing her to take him deeper, to take him all. She moaned and whimpered around his cock, her body trembling with need.

As Elliott's cock thrust deeper into Francine's mouth, she felt the unmistakable sensation of it hitting the back of her throat. The pressure, the fullness, the way it made her gag slightly only served to heighten the intensity of the moment.

Each powerful thrust sent a jolt of raw pleasure through her, the pain and pleasure creating a heady cocktail of sensations. Her body responded eagerly, the primal part of her reveling in the act unfolding in the secluded garden.

Francine's breath came in ragged gasps as she struggled to accommodate the full length of Elliott's impressive cock, her throat tightening around him in an erotic dance of submission and desire. And as she surrendered to the pleasure of the moment, she knew that there was no turning back from the depths of ecstasy that awaited her.

Then Elliott removed his cock from Francine's gaging mouth and helped her to sit on the bench, her wedding dress bunched up around her waist. He could see her white stockings and garter belt peeking out from under the dress, a tantalizing sight that made him even more eager to see what was underneath.

With a hungry growl, he pulled aside her laced white panties, revealing her shaved pussy to him. It was glistening with arousal, the sweet scent of her desire filling his nostrils. Without hesitation, he dipped his head down and ran his tongue along her folds, tasting her wetness and feeling her body tremble with pleasure.

Francine moaned and squirmed on the bench, her chubby white thighs jiggling with each movement. She was lost in the sensation of Elliott's skilled tongue, her hands gripping the bench tightly as she gave herself over to the forbidden pleasure.

Francine's moans filled the night air as Elliott continued to lick and suck on her clit, driving her closer and closer to the edge. She could feel her body trembling with pleasure, her desire for him growing with each passing second.

As he looked up at her with lust-filled eyes, she could see the raw hunger in them, the need to possess her completely. And in that moment, she knew that she wanted him just as much, wanted to feel his cock inside her, wanted to be consumed by the forbidden passion that had brought them to this point.

Elliott's tongue worked wonders on Francine's clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She arched her back, moaning softly as he expertly pleasured her in the secluded garden.

"Oh god, Elliott, that feels so good", Francine gasped, her hands gripping the edge of the bench as she surrendered to the blissful sensations overwhelming her.

Elliott's brown eyes sparkled with desire as he continued to lick and tease her sensitive flesh, reveling in the taste of her arousal. He could feel her getting closer to the edge, her breath coming in short gasps as she neared the pinnacle of ecstasy.

Francine's body convulsed with pleasure as she came hard, her moans echoing in the quiet garden. She sit there, panting and trembling, unable to move as the waves of ecstasy washed over her.

Elliott looked up at her with a satisfied smirk, his eyes glinting with desire. "Now, let me show you just how good it can feel", he said, his voice dripping with lust as he motioned for her to pull her legs up.

With shaky hands, Francine complied, her heart racing with anticipation as she watched Elliott's next move. And as he thrust his tongue inside of her tight and wet pussy, she gasped in surprise, the sensation sending sparks of pleasure throughout her body.

"Oh my god, Elliott, what are you doing to me?" Francine moaned, her body responding eagerly to his skilled tongue. She had never experienced anything like this before, and she knew that she would never be able to forget this night.

Francine's body was a flurry of sensations as Elliott's tongue delved deep inside her, exploring uncharted territory and igniting a fire of pleasure she had never known. Her moans filled the night air as she arched her back, surrendering to the overwhelming desire coursing through her.

Elliott's eyes gleamed with wicked delight as he continued to pleasure her in ways she had never imagined. "You like that, don't you?" he whispered huskily, his tongue flicking and thrusting with expertise, pushing her closer to the edge of bliss.

"Oh god, yes, Elliott, don't stop", Francine gasped, her hands gripping the edge of the bench as she writhed beneath his skilled touch. The intensity of the pleasure was unlike anything she had ever experienced, and she never wanted it to end.

Francine's body trembled with anticipation as she felt the familiar coil of pleasure building within her once again, spurred on by Elliott's expert ministrations. Her moans grew louder, more urgent, as she teetered on the edge of release.

"Elliott, don't stop, I'm gonna cum again", Francine gasped, her voice filled with need as she surrendered to the overwhelming sensations coursing through her.

Elliott's eyes gleamed with desire as he continued to pleasure her, his tongue driving her closer to the brink. He could sense her impending climax, and he was determined to push her over the edge into ecstasy.

As Francine finally tumbled over that precipice, her body convulsing with pleasure, she saw Elliott still on his knees in front of her. And as she looked into his eyes, she knew what she wanted.

Breathless and trembling, Francine pulled Elliott up, her eyes filled with desire and curiosity. She leaned in, capturing his lips in a deep, passionate kiss, tasting herself on his mouth.

"Mmm, you taste so good", Francine whispered, her voice husky with need as their lips melded in a dance of forbidden desire. The connection between them crackled with intensity, and they both knew that this night was far from over.

Francine's blue eyes burned with desire as she whispered to Elliott, "Sit back on the bench, baby. I want to feel you deep inside me."

Elliott obeyed, his arousal evident as he watched Francine pull up her wedding dress, her panties already pulled to the side, revealing her dripping core. Without hesitation, she straddled him, guiding his massive cock to her entrance.

"Oh god, Francine, you feel so good", Elliott groaned, his hands gripping her hips as she slowly sank down onto him. The sensation of being filled by him sent a jolt of pleasure through her, igniting a primal need that demanded to be satisfied.

As Francine began to slowly ride Elliott's throbbing cock, a symphony of pleasure filled the night air. Each movement sent waves of ecstasy coursing through her, and she couldn't help but moan in delight.

"You feel so good inside me", Francine gasped, her eyes locked with his, a fire burning between them. The intensity of their connection was undeniable, a forbidden lust that consumed them both.

Elliott's hands roamed her body, exploring every curve and dip as she moved atop him, a rhythm building between them. "You're incredible.", he murmured, his voice thick with desire, his gaze filled with longing.

As Elliott's tongue flicked over Francine's sensitive nipples, a gasp escaped her lips, sending a shiver of pleasure down her spine. The sensation of his touch combined with the rhythm of her movements on his cock drove her wild with desire.

"Oh, yes, just like that", Francine moaned, her hands gripping his shoulders as she rode him faster, the intensity building with each passing moment. The dual sensations of his mouth on her nipples and his hardness inside her pushed her closer to the edge of ecstasy.

Elliott's eyes darkened with primal hunger as he lavished attention on her breasts, his own desire matching hers in intensity. "You're so beautiful", he whispered, his breath hot against her skin, his words fueling the fire between them.

As Francine rode Elliott's massive cock, a wave of pleasure washed over her, every inch stretching her to her limits. The feeling of fullness combined with the intensity of their connection sent her spiraling into a frenzy of desire.

"You're so deep inside me", Francine gasped, her body moving with a primal urgency, chasing the peak of ecstasy that loomed tantalizingly close. The sheer size of him filled her in ways she had never imagined, igniting a hunger that demanded to be sated.

To be continued...

Elliott groaned in response, his hands gripping her hips as she rode him with abandon, their passion reaching a fever pitch. "You're incredible", he growled, his voice thick with need, his gaze locked on hers with unbridled desire.

As Francine rode Elliott's cock with increasing speed, a primal heat surged through her, building to a crescendo of pleasure that threatened to consume her entirely. The intensity of their connection fueled her desire, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

"I'm going to cum again", Francine moaned, her body trembling with ecstasy as she felt the wave of release building within her. Her movements became more urgent, more desperate, as she chased the elusive peak of pleasure.

Elliott's eyes locked with hers, a hunger burning in his gaze as he matched her pace, driving her towards the brink of ecstasy. "Let go, Francine", he urged, his voice husky with need, his hands gripping her tightly as she rode him with abandon.

And then, as her climax crashed over her in a tidal wave of sensation, Francine's lips met Elliott's in a searing kiss, their passion igniting like a flame in the darkness. The taste of their shared desire lingered on their tongues, binding them together in a moment of pure, unbridled lust that left them both breathless and hungry for more.

Then Francine slowly dismounted from Elliott's cock, aching and satisfied, her body still buzzing with the remnants of their intense lovemaking. As she fell to her knees in front of him, her gaze locked with his, she knew that there was no turning back now.

"I want to give you everything I denied to Jack", Francine said, her voice low and sultry as she stroked Elliott's cock, her lips hovering just inches away from the throbbing head. "I want to taste you, to take every inch of you inside me, to feel you cum on n my mouth."

Elliott's breath caught in his throat as he watched Francine's lips wrap around his cock again, her tongue swirling and teasing, driving him wild with desire.

Francine couldn't resist the urge to taste her own essence on Elliott's cock, her lips eagerly wrapping around the throbbing length as she began to suck and lick with reckless abandon. She could feel the heat and urgency building within her once again, her body aching for the release that only Elliott could give her.

"Please, fuck my mouth like you did earlier", Francine begged, her voice husky and desperate as she gazed up at Elliott with a wild hunger in her eyes. She moaned as he grabbed her brown hair, pulling her closer and thrusting his cock deep into her mouth with a primal force that left her gasping for air.

The taste of him, the feel of him, the raw, unbridled passion between them was all-consuming, driving them both to the brink of ecstasy once again.

Francine's body was on fire, every nerve and sense consumed by the raw, primal pleasure of Elliott's cock thrusting deep into her mouth. She could feel the weight and heat of him, the taste and scent of him, the way he filled her up and left her wanting more.

Her own desire was a raging inferno, driving her to take him deeper, to suck harder, to lose herself completely in the frenzy of their lust. And as Elliott's thrusts grew more urgent, more desperate, she knew that they were both on the edge of a precipice, ready to plunge into the depths of ecstasy together.

"Just a little more, just a little longer", Francine thought, her mind and body consumed by the pleasure and the need that only Elliott could fulfill. And as she surrendered to him completely, she knew that there was nothing that could ever compare to this.

Elliott couldn't hold back any longer, his body trembling with the intensity of his release as he came inside Francine's mouth. And as she eagerly swallowed every drop of his essence, he pulled her up to him and kissed her deeply, tasting his own cum on her lips.

Usually, men don't kiss women after coming in their mouths, Francine thought, her mind spinning with the illicit nature of their encounter. But with Elliott, it felt natural and right, a sign of their unbridled passion and undeniable connection.

As their tongues danced and their bodies pressed together, they both knew that this was just the beginning of their night of forbidden pleasure. And as they continued to explore each other's bodies and desires, they couldn't help but wonder what other wild and wicked delights awaited them.

Then Francine pulled away from Elliott, her breathing heavy and her desire burning bright in her eyes. "We have to get out of here. We can't do this here", she said, her voice trembling with need.

Elliott looked at her with lust and guilt in his eyes. "But what about the wedding guests, and Jack?" he asked, his conscience nagging at him for betraying his best friend.

Francine laughed bitterly. "Fuck Jack. He can go marry a wine bottle for all I care. I don't want to be married to him anymore. I'll ask for an annulment", she said, her words dripping with venom.

Elliott's heart ached for her, knowing that he was partly responsible for the end of her marriage. "I'm sorry, Francine. I never meant for this to happen. But I can't deny that I want you, and I'll make sure you have the wedding night you deserve", he said, his voice heavy with guilt and desire.

Francine looked at him, her heart torn between her feelings for Elliott and the guilt of betraying her husband. "I don't know what the future holds for me, but I know it won't be with Jack. And maybe it won't be with you either. But for now, I want you. Take me to your house, Elliott", she said, her eyes pleading with him.

Elliott nodded, knowing that he couldn't deny her anything. He took her hand and led her away from the wedding party, towards a night of forbidden pleasure and uncertain future.

As they got into Elliott's car, the tension between them was palpable. The air thick with desire and the knowledge of betrayal. Elliott couldn't help but steal glances at Francine, her beauty captivating him in ways he never imagined.

Driving towards his house, Elliott couldn't shake off the feeling that this would mark the end of his friendship with Jack, but the pull towards Francine was too strong to resist. Francine, on the other hand, felt no guilt. To her, Jack's love for alcohol overshadowed any love he had for her.

Arriving at Elliott's house, was painted in warm tones of earthy brown and soft beige. The living room walls were a cozy shade of terracotta, complemented by accent pieces in hues of deep burgundy and forest green. The furniture was a mix of dark wood and plush, inviting fabrics in shades of cream and mustard yellow, creating a comfortable and welcoming space.

Looking into Francine's eyes, Elliott spoke softly, "I know I'm not your groom, but I want to give you the perfect wedding night you deserve." With that, he scooped her up into his arms, carrying her towards the awaiting bedroom.

Francine gazed at Elliott with desire and gratitude, her heart torn between loyalty and passion. "Thank you. I want this too", she whispered, her fingers trailing lightly down his chest.

Leading Francine to his bedroom, the walls were painted a soothing shade of pale blue, reminiscent of a clear sky on a summer day. The bed was adorned with sheets in a rich royal blue color, contrasting beautifully with the crisp white pillows and a luxurious navy blue throw blanket at the foot of the bed. The room was accessorized with touches of gold and silver, adding a touch of elegance to the intimate space.

As Elliott carried Francine into his bedroom, their bodies pressed against each other, the heat between them almost unbearable. Francine couldn't resist any longer, and she leaned in to kiss Elliott, her lips soft and eager against his.

As they reached the bed, Elliott gently placed Francine down on the soft sheets, his hands roaming over her curves, his desire growing with each passing moment. Francine looked up at him with a mischievous glint in her eye, and slowly began to remove her wedding dress, revealing her luscious body adorned in white lingerie.

Her bra was a delicate white lace, barely containing her ample breasts, while her panties and garter belt matched perfectly, emphasizing her curvy hips and toned thighs. Completing the look were the white stockings, hugging her legs and leading to a pair of strappy white heels.

Elliott's eyes feasted on the sight before him, his own arousal evident in the bulge in his tight black boxers as he quickly removed his suit, revealing his chiseled abs and muscular chest, his tall frame towering over Francine.

As Elliott lay next to Francine, their bodies entwined, he pulled her close and showered her with tender kisses. "You are so beautiful", he whispered, his hands caressing her curves with care and adoration.

Francine's heart swelled with emotion as she felt the depth of Elliott's love for her. She gazed into his brown eyes, feeling a connection stronger than ever before. "I've never felt more cherished than in this moment", she murmured, her fingers tracing the contours of his chest and abs, feeling the strength and desire emanating from his body.

Elliott's hands moved to gently undo the clasp of Francine's laced white bra, revealing her ample breasts in all their glory. Francine's breasts were a creamy shade of white, full and round with soft pink areolas and pert nipples that hardened under Elliott's gaze.

As Elliott leaned in, he began to softly lick and suck on Francine's nipples, causing her to gasp with pleasure. "Elliott... that feels so good", she moaned, arching her back as waves of sensation washed over her.

As Elliott continued to suck on Francine's nipples, sending shivers of pleasure through her body, he slowly slid his hand inside of Francine's laced white panties, feeling the warmth and wetness between her thighs. Francine gasped at the touch, her body responding eagerly to his caresses.

Meanwhile, Francine's hand found its way inside of Elliott's tight black boxers, her fingers wrapping around his throbbing cock, feeling its size and hardness. Elliott groaned with desire, his hips instinctively moving against her touch.

As Elliott continued to suck on Francine's nipple, his hand exploring the wetness between her thighs, he felt a twinge of guilt and intense arousal. But as Francine moaned and writhed under his touch, he couldn't resist the temptation any longer.

"I've always wanted you", he confessed, his voice husky with desire. "I know this is wrong, but I can't help myself."

Francine's eyes met his, filled with desire. As Elliott's hand continued to pleasure her and her own hand stroked his cock, she couldn't deny the pleasure coursing through her body.

"We can't stop now", she moaned, her hips moving against his touch. "We'll deal with the consequences later."

Elliott paused for a moment, his lips leaving Francine's nipple as he removed his hand from her panties. Francine lay on her back on the bed, her body trembling with anticipation as Elliott kissed his way down her stomach, his hands slowly removing her laced white panties.

As Elliott's lips reached her chubby and beautiful tummy, Francine let out a soft moan, her legs spreading eagerly as she felt his hot breath against her skin. And when his tongue finally reached her pussy, she couldn't hold back a gasp of pleasure.

Francine's pussy was a beautiful shade of pink, glistening with her arousal and the taste of her desire. Elliott eagerly licked and sucked on her clit, his tongue delving into her core to taste her sweetness. The smell of her arousal filled the air, driving him wild with desire.

With each lick and suck, Francine's moans grew louder, her body writhing with ecstasy. And as Elliott continued to pleasure her, she knew that there was no turning back now. They were giving in to their deepest, darkest desires, and nothing could stop them now.

"Elliott, yes, right there", Francine moaned, her body arching with pleasure as he opened her pussy lips and continued to lick her with skill and passion. Each stroke of his tongue sent waves of pleasure coursing through her, building her arousal to new heights.

Elliott's own desire burned hot as he tasted Francine's sweetness, his hands gripping her hips as he devoured her with fervor. The sounds of her moans and gasps filled the room, driving him to push her closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.

"Don't stop," Francine gasped, her voice filled with need as he pulled her legs up and began to delve his tongue deep inside her pussy. The sensation of his tongue exploring her most intimate depths sent shivers of pleasure through her body, her hands gripping the sheets as she surrendered to the pleasure.

Elliott's tongue moved with purpose and skill, stroking against her inner walls and teasing her sensitive spots. Francine's moans grew louder, her body trembling with ecstasy as he expertly pleasured her.

"Oh, yes!" Francine moaned, her hips starting to thrust uncontrollably as she felt his tongue exploring her depths. "I love how your tongue feels inside me, it's so good!"

Elliott groaned in response, his voice husky with desire. "Your pussy is so delicious", he whispered, his tongue continuing its sensual dance inside her.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna fucking cum!" Francine screamed, her body trembling with pleasure as Elliott's tongue continued to thrust inside her pussy. "Yes, yes, fuck yes, eat my pussy!"

Elliott's movements grew more urgent, his tongue driving her towards the edge of ecstasy. "Let go, baby, cum for me!" he growled, his own desire pushing him to push her over the edge.

Francine's orgasm crashed over her like a fucking tidal wave, pleasure consuming her completely as she cried out in bliss. Her body shook with the intensity of her release, every fucking nerve ending on fire with pleasure.

As Francine lay trembling from her powerful orgasm, Elliott wasted no time in removing his tight black boxers, revealing his impressive, shaved cock. It was a beautiful shade of pink, with a smooth, velvety texture that begged to be touched.

Francine's eyes widened in anticipation as Elliott gently lowered himself on top of her, their bodies pressed together in a passionate embrace. She moaned as his mouth covered hers, tasting her own cum on his lips.

Elliott's cock rubbed against her wet, throbbing pussy, his head teasing her entrance before slowly pushing inside her. It was a perfect fit, filling her completely as they moved together in a rhythm of pleasure.

"Your cock feels so good inside me", Francine moaned, her hips rising to meet his thrusts.

Elliott groaned in response, his hands gripping her hips as he pounded into her with increasing intensity. The sound of their skin slapping together mixed with their moans and cries of pleasure, creating a symphony of raw desire.

Elliott continued to thrust his huge cock inside of Francine's wet and aching pussy, causing her to moan and writhe beneath him. Her walls were tightening around him as he filled her over and over again.

Her body shook with pleasure as Elliott's thrusts grew faster and more powerful, his cock hitting all the right spots inside her. Every nerve in her body was on fire, her mind consumed with the raw, primal desire that coursed between them.

Elliott growled as he increased the speed and intensity of his thrusts, his cock pounding into Francine's pussy with an animalistic fervor. She clung to him, her arms and legs wrapped tightly around his body, her nails digging into his back as she cried out in pleasure.

"Fuck, yes, scratch me!", Elliott groaned, feeling her nails rake across his skin, leaving red marks in their wake. He loved the way she was losing control, the way she was giving into the primal desires that consumed them both.

Francine moaned as Elliott's cock continued to thrust inside of her, her body trembling with pleasure.

"Harder, please", she begged, her voice filled with desperation and need.

Elliott grunted in response, his thrusts becoming more forceful as he put her in the position he desired. Then he laid her on her side, her back pressed against his chest as he entered her from behind, his massive cock filling her up completely.

"Oh God, yes", Francine moaned, her body arching against his as he pounded into her with a primal intensity.

"Say my name, baby", Elliott growled, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he thrust into her.

"Fuck me, Elliott!" Francine cried out, her body on fire as he hit all the right spots inside her.

Elliott's thrusts grew even faster and harder, his own need for release growing with each passing moment. But he wanted to make Francine cum again, to see her lose control and beg for more.

"Please, Elliott, I need you to make me cum again", Francine pleaded, her body trembling with desire.

Elliott couldn't deny her, not when she begged so desperately. He continued to thrust into her, his cock pounding into her pussy with a fierce determination.

Their bodies moved together in a frenzy of lust, the sounds of their moans and the slapping of their skin filling the room. Francine's pussy tightened around his cock, signaling her impending orgasm.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum!" she screamed, her body shaking with ecstasy.

Elliott's own need for release was becoming unbearable, but he held on, wanting to see her through her orgasm before he let himself go.

To be continued...

One weekend in college I brought my bf over to the house for the weekend when my parents weren't there. I lived close to campus and we wanted to get away for the weekend to fuck. We were in the kitchen and start getting touchy. So, I bent over on the counter and he fucked me really hard. It felt so good that I didn't care if anyone saw us. But then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw my dad looking at us through a doorway! He must have gotten home from his trip early or something. But my bf didn't notice him and was still railing me with abandon and I couldn't stop. After a moment of shock, my dad just went upstairs without saying anything though. (Thank god or my bf would have died of embarrassment!)

The next morning felt super awkward between my dad and I. But he never mentioned anything about it. I did notice that he looked at my bf a little differently after that. Hehe catching a stud fucking his perfect daughter's naughty pussy must have scrambled his brains a little.

I was giving my boyfriend the best blowjob of my life. I just love sucking his dick and feeling it stretch my throat. He was laying on his back, telling me how sexy I was between his groaning. It wasn't long before I was complete putty on his dick lol.
I was in a great rhythm and started playing with his balls when he suddenly stuck his hand underneath his own ass and starting fingering his asshole! I had never seen him do this before but I suddenly felt super competitive about that hand. So I pushed it away and began sticking my own finger up his ass. As I got deeper and deeper his moans became louder and he started shaking.
When he came it was the most explosive load I ever swallowed. I tried to swallow but he was face fucking me so hard that his dick came out and it got all over my face and into my eyes. It was super warm and sticky. Best bj I've ever given!

When I met my friend I thought she was the sweetest kindest girl but after a while she let me in on a secret… that she is obsessed with dominating men and women in the sexual sense. I soon found out it was BDSM. I didn't know anything about BDSM or what it entailed. After I asked due to curiosity and having a couple glasses of wine, se slowly introduced me to her world by taking things slow and easy. We started off with light bondage and spanking before moving onto more intense activities like whipping and flogging. As time went on, I became more comfortable with these new experiences and began exploring my own desires. Every time I’m doing these with her, the orgasms kept getting more and more intense…I’m naturally submissive so I had no idea how much I needed this. Now, we have a strong connection based on trust and respect. She knows exactly how to push my buttons without crossing any lines and I look forward to every encounter we have together.

I have always had a thing for piss. The hot liquid, the feeling, all of it. With that said, NOTHING turned me on more than the thought of a woman struggling to hold it in before losing control and wetting her panties. I never quite understood why, but something about that was sexy in a manner that I couldn't even describe. My girlfriend thought that was... gross. For lack of a better term. She didn't understand the appeal in that and found it frankly strange that I would be into that. However, no harm no foul and we just never really ventured into it. Until one day... It was Halloween and we had gone 2 hours up the road to a neighboring city to celebrate. After hanging out all day, it was getting late and she whispered in my ear that the sooner we got home, the sooner we could fuck. Of course, this is music to my ears so we got back on the interstate and began the drive home.

Around 10 minutes from home, she began squirming in her seat and groaning slightly. Somewhat concerned (she sometimes would get carsick) I asked if she was okay. "Yeah yeah.. I just really have to pee right now" she said as she struggled to get comfortable.

She unbuttoned her jeans to take pressure off of her bladder and it revealed a sexy pair of black panties.. my favorites on her and ones that always get us in a sexy mood. Absolutely throbbing from the panties and the eroticism of knowing she needed to piss, I looked at her with a slight smirk and slid my right hand over and into her jeans, letting it come to rest against her panty covered cunt before applying light pressure. "Oh that's definitely uncomfortable.. here let me help you hold it", I said with a sly grin as I looked at her. "Babe what are you doing you know I'm not into watersp... ohhhhhhh godddd" she groaned as my hand pressed against her panties. "Fuck that's.... different" she said as she squirmed against my hand. "Want me to take it off?" I ask inquisitively. She closes her eyes and bites her lip. "Uhhhhh... I.. I don't know..." as she pressed her hand against mine and held it tighter against her panties. "It's just... ughhhhh".

"Hmm.. well tell me once you want me to move it", I said before I move my fingers slightly up and begin massaging her clit through the panties. "FUCKKKKK" she hissed as she spread her legs wider, closing her eyes and moaning. "God it feels so wrong to be enjoying this pee is gross and I don't want to ruin your seat!!!" "Well good thing for you we're home", I say. I remove my hand but not before pressing on her bladder. "Go to the bathroom and let's fuck after", I say as we go inside.

After we get in, she goes to the bathroom and closes the door, but only a few seconds later opens it in just her panties and sheepishly looks at me.

"Actually I uh... I don't wanna piss.. I'm enjoying this too much". She says. "Oh really now?" I ask as I walk over to her, once again sliding my hand against her panties. "Why did you think I was weird for liking it then?" By this point, her panties were beginning to get soaked with her arousal and her losing battle against her bladder.

"Because it's gross but god it feels so different and I want more.." She moaned. I begin rubbing her clit faster while my other hand pushes against her bladder. She begins to breathe faster and begins shaking. "UGH fuck fuck AAAHHHH", she lets out a nearly inhuman scream of pure lust as she finally loses her battle and piss explodes from her, instantly soaking her panties and pouring down her legs as a pool forms at her feet. She finally composes herself.

"Seems like you're my piss slut now" I say.

"Please yes.. please please please.. I have never felt this good before.."

"Good!" I look at her with a smile before pulling her into a deep kiss.

"Uggghhhhhhh" - another moan escapes her lips as my tongue hungrily explores her mouth, her knees weak as I slide my hand inside her dripping panties and begin playing with her soaked clit.

"Fuck.." she whispers as I continue to tease her. "I drank so much that I'm already starting to feel like I need to go again"

I stop kissing her and move my hand up to her chin, moving it to where she is staring up, directly into my eyes.

"Well, you're not, because I said so. I push her onto the bed and pull down her panties. "You're going to sit on my face while I taste you", I say.

"What.. are you serious?" she stammers, turning bright red. "Absolutely. Now Get on my face". I lay down on the bed and she positions herself on top of me, her cunt directly over my lips.

"OH MY GOD!" she screams as I grab her legs and pull her onto me, my tongue hungrily tasting her cunt. "BABE.. FUCK" I hear as her hips begin to gyrate. My hands pull down on her legs even more as I feel my cock throb and become as rock hard as it ever has. She notices it too, as she leans over and slides my underwear down. My heart skips a beat as I feel a warm wetness encase it, her tongue sliding up and down my shaft as my hands grab her ass and spread it apart and pull down, forcing her deeper onto me.

I feel my cock tighten even more in her mouth and know what's about to happen. I clench as hard as I can and try to delay it, but this blowjob is far and away the best one I've ever gotten and I know I'm going to cum. I begin to rock my hips as well as the pleasure begins to build, and a moan escapes me as I keep hungrily eating her out.

It continues to build and build, and the pleasure is so overwhelming I grab her ass and pull her down onto me with even more force. I hear a muffled scream and her body begins to shake as a thunderous orgasm overtakes her and she once again loses control of her bladder, exploding in piss all over my face. This is too much for me, and I feel my cock explode as massive jets of cum rupture into her mouth, which is still wrapped around it. Hot piss has filled my mouth and soaked every part of my face and chest, and I eagerly swallow it all.

"Fuck.. fuck fuck fuck fuck" she repeatedly says, still laying on top of me in the puddle of our liquids the night has created.

She finally rolls off of me and collapses next to me onto the bed. "That is the most disgusting thing I've ever done", she moans. "But that was so unbelievably hot. Every time I fuck now I'm going to be thinking about this", she mutters. She falls off to sleep, not even recognizing the piss soaked sheets we're laying in.

For further context see my profile.

On Friday I had the privilege of speaking with a variety of important guests while carrying out sir’s orders.

We made small talk all evening, as usual. At an ebb in conversation he inquired about my work day, and before I even answered I knew immediately I was in for a difficult, albeit enjoyable day tomorrow. Plug both holes, he directs. He doesn’t hear my sigh of excitement. I love being his dumb little cum bitch. I’ve spent countless quieter hours at work, leaning forward, ankles crossed, my asshole clenched tight around one of sir’s plugs.

I arrive at work and plug both holes immediately. I keep the bullet filling my pussy off, and I use a restroom a ways away from my workspace. I plug my butt first. The bullet resists against the plug nestled firmly in my asshole at first, and I involuntarily wince as I stretch to accommodate sir’s orders. Then, a moment later and the bullet is in place. And ohhhh God it feels so good.

I like the walk through the halls until I arrive at my desk for the morning. I seat myself slowly onto the purple yoga ball that serves as my sometimes office chair. I’ve learned that if I don’t plan on hurting in a few hours, I need to be gentle. Conversely, if I feel like I need some discipline, I’m free to grind my curvy, desperate ass against it and ream myself if I feel so inclined. Today, the sensations of a short, gentle morning fuck would have to work, as the schedule was packed with different meetings throughout my building.

While I worked on my morning tasks at my desk, sometimes I like to squeeze my legs together and feel my pussy juices soak my panties. It’s a little harder to do when my pussy is stuffed too, but man is it gratifying when I can. I fantasize about sir taking them off and letting me suck my juices out of when he fucks me quite often.

Time passes quickly and I soon find myself in one of my morning meetings. During a break one of the men in the room attempts to flirt. I can’t help but laugh about it, then and now. Pathetic simpleton. My holes are both filled and claimed already. As it did then, my clit tingles as I think of that simple fact. Someday I’ll be his young , dumb, nymphomaniac cum dump. Until then I while away the hours in a perpetual state of deprived, soaked, desperate bliss.

The day drags on and I’m back at my desk. I have a virtual meeting in which I’m expected to speak and I have edged myself to oblivion and back already and he instructs me to turn on the vibrator. I click the remote in my pocket and I feel the bullet begin to thrum against my g spot. I whimper audibly into my microphone and I attract a handful of quizzical looks. Oops.

He doesn’t permit me to cum until after I arrive home. The entire ride home and every stop just heaped and piled the desperate and now painful ache of desire I carried deep in my cunt.

Cum, he finally tells me. I’m standing against my bathroom wall, grinding my ass against it. Butt fuck me goddamnit, own my asshole baby. Finally, I feel the warmth of an orgasm spill into my consciousness. My cunt clenches and squeezes wildly against the bullet, and I can feel the plug pulsing in time with my pussy clenching and releasing. I cum for a long time that way, DP’ed by his toys, one hand between my legs, bent over at the waist, pining for his cum.

It was a fantastic start to the weekend.

After sharing the story of my recent (and very sexy) first date, I received a horny DM from a random dude on Reddit. I was having a slow afternoon at work, so I decided ‘what the hell? I’ll amuse myself and answer his questions’. He asked what I look like (brunette and curvy), then how many men I’d had sex with (5), what was the biggest cock I’d had (no idea, who measures?) etc. As he went on, my answers got more and more over the top, to the point of telling him i liked to have men aim to cum into my mouth and then miss, so I could play with their cum and lick it off my fingers (which seems to be the way all mainstream porn ends, but I’m guessing is a less common fantasy for actual, real-life women).

When I told him my bra size, he said he bet they looked amazing. I said they feel amazing in the right hands (true BTW), and he said he wished they were in his hands. I said if he was here he could rub his cock between them until he came all over my face and he responded that I was making him start to get hard. When I joked that I must be losing my touch if he was only starting to get hard, he started angling for a photo. Instead of doing that, I decided to describe how I would go down on him. I described the sloppiest, sexiest blow job I could imagine and only stopped when he told me he came.

That was weirdly fun and sexy, so I decided to log on to a free, anonymous sex chat site. After getting a few guys off and ignoring requests for photos, I came across someone who was asking for an erotic story about his girlfriend cheating on him. That piqued my interest of course. Turns out he was cheated on by his girlfriend at her work Christmas party. My first question was why he wanted the story, but he assured me it was just for himself. He had been imagining it ever since he found out and wanted someone to write the story as that was his kink. So I spent the next hour writing about this woman being seduced by her coworker at an office Christmas party, with the occasional piece of feedback from the person I was chatting with. It got very hot and x rated very quickly, and was fun to write about someone else’s experience, when the scenario and characters were set by someone else.

Then the next person I chatted with was just gorgeous. He shared a photo of his cock (after respectfully asking permission), and I went into graphic details about what I wished I could do to it, and turns out he is very articulate and imaginative in his texts, to the point I started masturbating and actually getting off for real as I read his texts. After we both came, I shared a photo of my breasts as a thank you and we exchanged emails with a plan to do it again. This was 2 days ago and we chatted again this evening. So now not only do I have a new kink, but also a very sexy online fuck buddy.

Random Reddit guy, you have no idea what you started! (But thank you 😂)

She walked through the door, and I could tell what mood she was in, but I had no energy for sex. Work was tough today I was so tired. All I could think of doing was relaxing. I just joined the game with my friends and all I wanted to do was talk to them and forget about life. but she had a fire in her eyes. She ran her finger along my chest.

“How much longer will you be playing that game” she whispered.

“Probably the rest of the night. I’m not in the mood for anything else”.

She looked disappointed and mouthed the words.

“Can your friends hear me?”

I nodded.

She went silent and smiled.

She kept tracing her finger along my chest and nibbled on my ear lobe.

“stop” I whispered sharply”.

She moved away from me and slowly unbuttoned her shirt. She had a red lacy bra on underneath. I hadn’t seen it before she must have gone out and bought it just for me.

I tried to focus on the screen, but she leaned over and rubbed her tits in my face

“Just feel them” she whispered softly”.

“Stop they’re going to hear you” I whispered back.

She tried to guide my hand to unhook her bra, but I quickly pulled it away. Her new lingerie did look good, I found myself wandering if it was a matching set. Then she got off me again and slowly backed away. She slid her pants off slowly and seductively to reveal matching red lace panties with barely enough material to cover anything I would want to see.

She came forward and straddled me then leaned in and whispered in my ear.

“don’t worry about me, just keep playing your game”.

Suddenly I forgot about everything else, all I could feel was her getting wetter as i grew harder and pressed myself against her.

I looked deep in her eyes and watched as she squirmed and struggled not to moan. I had forgotten about the world around me until my friend’s voice snapped me out of my daze.

“Dude are you even playing you haven’t moved in ages”.

“Sorry” I said as I stifled my moan.

I looked back at her, and we locked eyes again as I felt her getting wetter. My I was so hard I could rip through my pants. Then as if she had read my mind, she started to take them off. They weren’t even down to my knees yet when she wrapped her lips around my me. It felt so good, and she was being such a good girl. The only thing I was concentrating on more than the sensations was trying not to moan. She took me out of her mouth and put one finger to her lips.

“shhhh”

She unhooked her bra and grabbed my hand to massage her hard perky nipples. She closed her eyes moaned while starting to slide off her panties. She grabbed one of my hands and placed it so I could feel how wet she was. It was so warm so wet it was inviting me to do whatever I liked to it. Now nothing else mattered. I wanted to feel her, taste her. I got up to get out of the chair. But she pushed me back down.

“no no keep playing your game”

She climbed on top of me and grinded on me back and forth just teasing me just making me wait while she got herself off. Finally, she grabbed it and slid it all the way inside her. She moaned, that time she couldn’t hold it in. She rode me like she had been waiting to do it all her life. I tried to catch her eyes, but they were closed she was in a trance. I decided to just lean back and enjoy the ride.

She bounced up and down slow enough to enjoy every inch of me. I put my hands or her waist and guided her movements faster and faster as her panting grew louder, I had to move my hand to cover her mouth. She stopped riding me for a second and gazed into my eyes as she put two of my fingers in her mouth.

“Are you going to be quiet? I whispered.

Her eyes widened and she nodded her head yes.

With my fingers still in her mouth she started bouncing again. But this time she wasn’t going slow she was aggressive and purposeful. She rode me until I was pulsating and the more she felt me struggle to contain myself the harder she rode. I couldn’t help it anymore.

“I’m so close you need to stop or ill finish” I told her through sharp breaths.

She stopped completely still took my fingers out of her mouth and looked at me.

“Finish inside me”

I knew this wasn’t a question it was an order. Before I could even react, she put her hands on my waist and started riding me so hard I couldn’t stop my body from gyrating. It felt so good I couldn’t think of words to say I was so close to finishing but I tried to stop myself to so I could feel how good she felt a little longer. Now she was riding so hard you could hear body smacking against mine. I couldn’t hold it any longer. Just as I was at the point of no return, she moaned to me softly.

“I’m Cu- I'm cum- I'm cumming”

As soon as she said that I filled her up and felt her tighten around me. She went limp and started breathing heavily into my ear as her body pulsated.

When she finally caught her breath, she whispered into my ear.

“Your games might be fun but come play with me whenever you desire”

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ By: Raymond A Febles ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

I can't lie about it anymore. The last couple of months have been lonely for me... palms so hairy I needed to come to the city for a styling!

...All kidding aside, living upstate put me on the razors edge of society, and my soles had the scars to prove it!

Truthfully, I've only been in my current estate for a little over a year,  but that was enough time for my then live-in girlfriend to up and leave me. She said she couldn't go another day without a decent Chopped cheese!

In reality I kinda agreed, but the house I got was a steal, plus the city was only three hours away, buy that was obviously enough for her to hightail it back to "water town" where the grind came at a finer grit of two twenty while my fort laid out in the boonies, "sixty grit easy."

But... lonely and looking for love, I transverse the streets of old Gotham. As I walked these streets, the water of the seven seas mixed and churned with its variety of cultures and faces from around the globe... I felt a wash for a moment,  Lost it the sea of faces as they doged and darted pass.

Alas, I sought shelter and luckily happened across some old stomping grounds of mine, "Goblins'" the coffee house of sages!

As I stepped in, the aroma of Mary Jane hung heavy in the air as the locals squeezed lemon into their espressos. I made my way in and head towards the service counter where I was greeted and served by a young man. I'd say the young barista was no younger than twenty three, but I ordered a latte nonetheless and made my way to the basement lounge, or as it was known as the "Dungeon!"

Coming down the steps, I could hear poetic verse grow louder as the scent of Cali-bud and Cess pot smoke increased in their potency! 

Obviously, there was a poetry slam in mid-play as I took up a booth in the corner and sat in, "Little did i know what i was in for!"

As I got comfortable,  a author by the name "Jeremy Barrs" stepped on stage, and as I prepared to be entertained a familiar form slipped in my booth before I could even say anything!

Under the muted light all I could hear was a soft voice whisper, "i knew you couldn't stay away country boy!"

The dim atmosphere made it particularly difficult to make out this person's face, until this "person" quickly disappeared under the table! Quickly I looked down and under... and there in the darkness was a familiar face, my high-school ex Yazera! 

I used to bump into her from time to time out in the city.... loved her to death, but her parents wanted traditional means and me and Yazera were birds of a different color! Regardless,  here she was!

Yazera reached forward and caressed my upper thighs as the poet began to speak in verse!  I reached down to her hands and whispered to her that what she was doing was against what her parents wished for her! 

She smirked as she gravitated towards the belt of my pants before undoing it. She whispered that, "My parents' way wasn't the right way. Zaleen and I never worked out. Everything ended in divorce!"

I couldn't help but think who'd in their right mind divorce this woman,  but really, I was actually ecstatic as I tried to play it off.

Before I knew anything more, my trousers were down at my ankles as Yazera looked me over. "I've wanted this for so long !" She whispered. 

... And as the author on stage belt out about how tattered coats and shoes made the coat dive and no one is no longer allowed to drive at fifty-five, Yazera played the symphony on my magic flute as I did my best to play cool and sip my latte slow.

The intensity in her performance picked up as the poet started to fly into a rant! He spoke of calling birds and how the dollar burned in the hearts of the wicked and the poor and how blood stained parliament and the common whore. Yazera swirled and bobbed my scepter ever closer to climax as a round of applause began to fill the room for the poet. when suddenly, just then... I nutted! Yazera swallowed the whole thing and acted as if we were still lovers and this was the days back when we were in school!

As the next author began to step on stage she slid back up onto her side. She then wrote her name and number on a napkin from the table and told me not to go anywhere because she was up next and the BJ was giving her nothing but good vibes.

So... I stood,  and stood in the city for the night on top of that... A quick bacon, egg, and cheese for the morning and off on the train back to the bush is where I was off to as I carried my pride. 

Fast forward a few months and me and Yazera talk often, but she's fervent about the city, tims, and the bridge... regardless I come in regularly to have my hair cut... low cut Caesars of course... nothing else will do.

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There were not many young people that want to move to my small town in the middle of nowhere.

We are basically a mining town, and everyone that passes through us, is either a miner or a mining engineer. There is little to no tourism, not important natural sights or even ruins of ancient civilizations. That’s why me and my friends don’t really have an option when it comes to men. The same young men we grew up with are our potential partners.

All this changed when Oliver arrived.

He was the prettiest boy I’ve ever seen. Not attractive, not sexy, just pretty. He had a slender frame and golden curls that seemed to dance every time he laughed. He was taller than any men in town and had deep blue eyes. A complete gentleman: polite, educated and with an impecable sense of European fashion. Of course, him being white was also part of the appeal, because there are not many white people living among us.

He was the eldest son of the head engineer of the mining company that operated near us. He was taking a short break from college and decided that a brief trip to the highlands of Peru would be the best way to pass his time. I heard from some girls that his father was going through a rough divorce, so he wanted to be near him as much as possible. Again, a really nice kid.

Every single girl in the town lusted for him. Not only was he the brand new toy, but here, women’s cunts get wet at mere sight of a white boy. Girls started following him everywhere, talking to him in broken English and laughing at everything he said in his incomprehensible Spanish. He soon noticed his popularity among the women, and started enjoying it. He never really follow through everyone’s sexual advances, but he enjoyed flirting, and strolling though town with one girl in each hand. The local men started to resent him and called him “maricon” every time he passed by, because he never seem to fuck any of the girls he hanged out with.

He wasn’t really my type of man, but my friend Olga became obsessed with him.

She didn’t tell us at first, but we noticed her change in attitude. Every time the man was near her, she laughed and waved at him, like she was a schoolgirl. When they passed each other, she made sure to move her hips with rhythm in case he turned back to see her. She was always the hot girl of our friend group. She had a smooth, delicate face with an obscenely curvy body. Although her tits were not that big, they were perky and her nipples got hard quite easily, which made every boy drool at the sight of her. Her ass was also a sight to behold, big, round and it bounced with every step she took.

Her outfits became more and more revealing, which is not something you usually see in our culture. The new bras made her tits look bigger and the short skirts revealed with just the slightest gust of wind that she now almost never wore underwear anymore.

She started combing her hair regularly, borrowing make up and high heels from us and stealing perfume bottles from her grandmother. After a while, there was not a single man in the town that wasn’t begging her to fuck.

Oliver started noticing her more and more, and he even approached her for time to time. She always laughed at we he said, got really close to him and drew circles around his pecs. My friends used to joke that Oliver always had a hard on when Olga was around, but I personally never really noticed. It was hard to pay attention to something else other than Olga’s delicious bouncing ass.

As far as we know, they never really dated. Olga just sneaked out of his grandmother’s house one night and went to look for him at a bar.

The day after that, she told us the story.

He had been drinking by himself all night. When she found him, he was already a little bit tipsy, but she convinced him to buy her more drinks. Every time he invited her some aguardiente, she would pass her feet near his crotch from under the table, like it was an accident, and barely touching him. The more they drink, the bolder she got. While the poor guy was trying to have a honest conversation with the slut I have for a friend, she would just step gently on his crotch again, shutting him up. After a while, she was jerking him off from under his shorts with her bare toes, and nobody in the bar seemed to notice when the Englishman ejaculated on her feet.

According to her, by the end of their binge, none of them could understand each other, neither in English nor in Spanish.

Oliver dragged Olga from the bar as soon as he came for the first time. His dick was still throbbing and hungry for some foreign cunt. My friend took care of that.

The thrill of the foot job and the strong alcohol on his system transformed him into a wild beast. She dragged him into a secluded area and there she lifter her skirt to revealed her freshly shaved pussy. He took her then and there, thrusting his colosal white cock into my friends brown hole while grunting like an animal in heat. The fury of his assault was so great that his dick would sometimes slip into my friend’s asshole by accident, lubricating it with just her pussy juice. She said the pain when that happened was unbearable, but at the same time she didn’t want to say anything that would stop him. She didn’t care about losing her anal virginity by accident as long as the man finished were she wanted to.

When she felt that Oliver was about to finish, she jumped over him, grabbed him by the dick and she fucked herself with it. The poor guy couldn’t even last thirty seconds after that.

Olga ended the story by announcing proudly that she was left overflowing with semen. So much that she was afraid that the remnants that were dripping from here would make her trip on her way home.

Of course, we screamed at her. She had to be insane. She couldn’t fuck him without using any protection. The women in her family were known for having many, many children in shorts amounts of time. That’s why Olga’s family was so poor.

But that was exactly the point: Olga’s family was poor. Really poor. So poor that people all over town had to provide for her grandmother just for them to make ends meet. His father is a deadbeat and her mom left town and never returned. Olga’s brother’s and sisters were either too young or too stupid to provide for the others. I love Olga with all my heart, but she also wasn’t exactly the sharpest tool in the shed either.

After dealing with our screams and accusations, she just laughed and told us that everything was going to be just fine.

I have no idea what Olga did to poor Oliver, but the guy was never the same. He became an insaciable animal and Olga was now always by his side to fulfill every fantasy he had. Everyone in the town knew about it and shared stories of the two degenerate lovers. They found them fucking near the river in the middle of the day. The men talked about how Oliver had his ass sucked by Olga at every chance they could. The women said that she would jerk his dick off with her hand while inside of her. Olga herself laughed while telling as that Oliver had developed a taste for being masturbated with feet and fucking her sweaty armpit.

She would give him anything that he could possibly want. Any fantasy, any fetish, any repressed sexual urge. He would fuck her ass cheeks until the friction hurt, choke her with his dick until she was almost ready to pass out, and make her wear the most degrading, insulting outfits known to man.

He could do everything to her as long as he agreed to always, no matter what, released his load inside Olga’s bear pussy.

It only took a couple of weeks for the inevitable to happen: Olga got her self pregnant.

While everybody predicted that this was her plan, what nobody could see coming was that Oliver, the eldest son of a rich European bourgeois, was overjoyed by the news. He didn’t want to ran away, like so many other men would. Instead, he wanted to take Olga to England with him so that his son could be considered an English citizen. He wanted to marry her. He wanted to give her even more children. All of which she accepted.

Of course, his father was furious. Not only was the girl poor as dirt, but she barely spoke the small amount of English we learned during highschool. But Oliver would not hear any of it, for he knew that the words that came out of Olga’s mouth were not as important as the way she gagged when she took his dick.

My friend left a while ago, and I still miss her to this day. She is about to give birth anytime now, but she still find the time to text us about how good old Oliver is now obsessed with her breast milk.

My (f22) first time using a dildo

I had a few people ask about this one so here it is!

So i actually got a dildo for my 18th birthday from my friends. It was a decent sized, not outrageously large. And it had suction on the bottom.

Well I had already had sex plenty of times before this so i knew it would fit, but i was determined to teach myself how to ride. That was something I still struggled to do because it was uncomfortable but i wanted to do it so bad.

So i played with my pussy a little bit and turned on some porn. I specifically remember watching HGF with that chase guy. he’s so fine and he fucks rough. anyways

So i stuck the dildo on the floor and slowly eased myself down, sitting on my knees. I moved my hips as i sat further and further onto it. As my video was coming to and end i used my wand vibrator on my clit as i took the dildo all the way into my pussy.

I had an intense shaking orgasm. I started riding up and down as i orgasmed and i left it inside as my pussy throbbed for a minute. It was great 😁

i (f22) got fingered in a room full of people

Here is a part 2 to the story about getting fingered at the party!!

Sebastian and I started walking to his place, it was only a couple blocks down the road. As we walked he was either holding my hand or squeezing my ass under my skirt. I could tell he really wanted me.

We got to his place we walked together to the bedroom. “Make yourself comfortable, i’m gonna take a quick shower.” he said, taking off his jacket and then his shirt. He crawled into the bed, hovering over me and finally grabbed me by my face and kissed me. i wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back, not wanting to stop. He pulls away and stand back up. “I’ll be right back mami.” He said smirking at me.

I take my clothes off and strip down to my underwear before getting under the covers and eventually drifting off. I woke up when i heard the bathroom door open. There was Sebastian, dripping wet with a towel around his waist.

“Come hereee.” I said, still waking up. He walked over the edge of the bed, dropped his towel and said “Suck this dick babygirl.” And i did exactly as i was told. His cock was a good size, neatly trimmed and nice to look at.

I put his dick into my mouth and started sucking. He grabbed a fist full of my hair and started fucking my face. I opened my mouth wide and let him do it. I liked him being bossy like that.

I started playing with his balls and rubbed my clit while he was deep in my throat. “You look so pretty.” he said while we made eye contact. He let go of my head and told me to lay down on my back. When i did he pounced on top of me like an animal, kissing and biting my body as my pussy quivers.

He used his knee to rub my pussy while he kissed me and played with my nipples. I started moaning, trying to stay a little bit quiet. He slowly moves his head down to my pussy. Biting my underwear before he kisses my pussy through them.

After he teased me for what felt like forever i could feel myself dripping through my underwear. He pushes them to the side and slides his tongue in between my pussy lips, onto my clit. My back arched and my head goes back when I feel his tongue. He looks up and me and smiles.

He ate my pussy for a few minutes, until I was wet enough for his big cock to slip in. He pulls me all the way to the edge of the bed, my ass hanging off. He takes my panties off and puts them in his mouth as he puts on his condom and slowly slides his cock into me.

I moan loudly, when he goes inside. He takes my underwear out of his mouth and puts them in mine, getting down close to me. “You have to be quiet mami, i have neighbors.” He says in his sexy voice, still fucking me. I continue to moan and admire Sebastian’s amazing body while he fucks me, holding my legs on his shoulders.

He slows down and eventually stops. He takes my panties out of my mouth and asks, “Do you want to see how hot you look?” “Sure.” I wasn’t sure what he was about to do but he grabs a couple of pillows and lays them down in front of the full length mirror. “Get down, ass up for me.” he said, like an order. but i did it. i got on my knees and arched my back, facing the mirror.

He gets behind me and licks my pussy a little bit before spitting on it. Then he slid his cock into me again. Looking at me through the mirror, my eyes rolling back. “You’re so pretty.” He says again. I just keep looking at him through the mirror, seeing his ab muscles tighten as he pounds me, my ass bouncing off of him.

He pulls me up, still on his cock and grabs my neck. With his free hand he starts rubbing on my clit. “You like getting fucked like that?” He asked, sounding out of breath. “I’m gonna cum if you keep fucking me like that.” I said, feeling my orgasm approaching. He begins fucking me harder, pushing on my clit and rubbing back and forth. “Good girl. Cum all over my cock.” He said.

I moan loud as i start to orgasm. “Yeah yeah just like that yeah.” I said trying to control my body. “I can feel your pussy throb on me.” He whispers, putting me back into my all 4’s position and begins fucking me again.

He grabs my hair and pounds me from behind, all i can hear is loud clapping and him groaning. “Fuck i’m gonna cum.” He said, in a serious tone. He takes his condom off and jerks his cock over my ass until he cums all over my ass and back.

I went and took a shower after that and when i came back he was asleep. i slid into bed beside him and he grabbed me tight. We both definitely slept really good after that.

We only went one round this day but after that we were fwb for most of freshman year!! I have more stories about him if you wanna hear ☺️

I (f22) got fingered in in a room full of people

I’m back with another true story, this one is from my freshman year of college! I hope you enjoy.

This night my a couple of my friends and I decided to go to a party to meet with this guy one of them really like. We all figured why not since we always get in and we get free drinks.

When we got there I saw a lot of cute guys looking in our direction. We all looked great, made up, hair done, wearing something worth a double take. I wore my favorite party outfit which was a black mini skirt with a tight, white long sleeve that had a deep v neck. My long blonde hair was tied up on a pony tail with baby hairs sticking out.

We made sure we all had our phones and split up. I grabbed a drink from the kitchen and made my way to the living room. There i saw a group of people playing a game. I asked what they were playing and if i could join. “We’re playing truth or dare. Come have a seat with me mami.” said a hot latino guy with a sexy accent sitting on the couch, patting the spot beside him. He had a buzz cut and a goatee which i’m not usually into but he looked so good. He also had a few tattoos on his neck and arms.

“I’m Sebastian. And you?” He asked right in my ear so i could hear him over the loud party but he wasn’t loud enough for everyone around us to hear. “Anna.” I responded. “Nice to meet you miss Anna. You look beautiful tonight.” Sebastian said, scooting closer to me, still talking in my ear.

“Are you guys playing or what?” asks some girl across the room. “Hell yeah we’re in.” Sebastian responded to her quickly. “Okay Seb who is your little girlfriend?” the girl asked, seemingly a little jealous. “This is Anna.” He said putting his arm around me. The other girl rolled her eyes.

“It’s your turn to ask truth or dare Sebastian.” she said, annoyed. “Anna, truth or dare.” Sebastian asks with a sneaky look in his eyes. “Dare.” I said smiling. “I dare you to give me a lap dance.” He said. All of his friends hyped him up. “Fine but only for 30 seconds. Somebody start a timer.” I said, standing up in front of him.

I sit on his lap, my ass facing him. I begin to grind hard on his dick, bouncing my ass on his lap. My skirt starts to ride up, exposing my ass to him, just in a thong. I turn around and straddle his lap while i shake my tits in his face. The timer goes off. I fix my clothes and sit back down, taking a sip of my drink. Everyone is staring at me. Especially Sebastian.

We played a few more rounds and everyone started to go their separate ways. Except me, Seb and this girl from earlier. He has had his hand on my knee pretty much this whole time but ask we’re talking he starts moving it up towards my thigh. That girl is still sitting there, staring.

Luckily she eventually went somewhere else but other people started moving in all around us but Sebastian didn’t stop. His hand slowly kept creeping up my thigh until it was under my skirt. Nobody was paying attention to us but if they looked it’d be really obvious.

He slowly traced his fingers in top of my underwear while looked into my eyes. I bite my lip a little so he knows i want more. He moves my underwear to the side and starts to play with my clit. He dips down into my opening to get some of my pussy juices so he can glide across my clit.

I’m getting really excited and i beg him to take me somewhere so we can fuck but he says no. he just keeps rubbing my pussy until eventually he goes inside. I can feel myself getting ready to cum and i do, all over his fingers. He pulls them out gently, slaps my clit one time and then licks his fingers off.

“Do you wanna get out of there?” He asks in my ear again. “Please.” I say. He smiles and helps me up off the couch. I texted my friends to let them know what I was doing and we took an uber to his place.

Let me know if you guys want a part 2 :)))

i've always loved touching myself in public, or anywhere that its inapproriate, and my husband is luckily freaky like me. we're always touching each other but we love to get especially naughty when no one is paying attention.

we used to fuck in his mother's bed all the time when we first started dating. she nearly caught us one time when he was playing with my pussy in her bed, and it frustrated my husband how calm i was and how he couldnt get himself to calm down afterwards lol.

we dont go over there much anymore, but he used to love to fuck me at his sister's house, either the couch or the bed. the first time we did anal, he had me bent over the arm of her couch. it felt so good having him fuck my ass in someone else's house when his sister or brother-in-law could walk in at any time

recently, he played with my pussy on my bestie's couch while she was talking and not paying attention to us. i also managed to convince him to fuck me on her bathroom counter. it was so hot watching his face in the mirror while he fucked my pussy.

i love to wear long t-shirts and short-shorts, usually without panties, so that he always has easy access to my pussy. i try to sit with my legs wide open in the car so that he'll take the hint and play with my pussy. he cant keep his hands off me so thats usually not a problem lol. he played with my pussy in a crowded parking lot once, and let me fuck myself with a dildo while he drove us home. he told me everything he was gonna do to me when we got home and i came so hard before we even got there. i almost got caught in the parking lot when a lady walked by my window.

he has fucked me on a hiking trail next to a river. my bare nipples rubbed against a rock as he pounded into my pussy over and over again. he told me during that he wouldnt stop if someone caught us, and hearing that made me even more excited, and came so good for him.

every exhibition story with him is my favorite☺️🩷

i've always had a fantasy of getting multiple creampies in my pussy from different men and well it finally happened. I was working a night shift at my restaurant and my co-workers for the night were all men that i secretly wanted to fuck. as the night progressed and less people were in the restaurant i started flirting with a few different guys, talking with the head chef, a few waiters and even the bus boy. I was really horny and it helped me get through my shift. Anyway before we were about to close one of the waiters came up to me and and grabbed my ass, i was waiting for one of them to make a move on me. He squeezed it and pulled me in closer to him, we started making out and had to sneak into the staff room to get away from everyone.

While he was feeling up my body i reached under his pants and started stroking his cock. i can't believe i was giving a handjob to my co-worker while getting paid for it!! we both got super turned on and started getting naked. I knew it was a bit of a risk having sex in the staff room but i figured all my other co-workers know i'm a slut and probably wouldn't even care. We started fucking and he had my up the counter with my legs spread wide open. within just a few minutes of getting fucked by his cock i could tell he was about to cum, he asked where he should cum and i told him to breed me. Right as he was cumming 2 of my other co-workers walked in on us!! it was so fucking awkward but their reaction was NOT what i expected.

right as he was emptying his load in me while they watched i heard one of them ask "can i get next?" i thought to myself no way this is actually gonna happen... of course i agreed. he pulled out of my pussy while his cum leaked out of me onto the floor, then my next co-worker came and substituted. He was already hard so im guessing he heard us earlier and wanted to be ready for his turn. again within a few minutes of us fucking he started cumming again. Completely filling me up to the brim. but that wasn't the end...

finally the last guy that was in the room asked for his turn, of course i wasn't gonna deny him. He rubbed the tip of his cock around my pussy mixing it with the other two guy's cum and then slowly inserted it into my pussy. i can't believe how many loads i've taken from multiple men. it makes me feel like a cum whore but just want more. I took this guy's last load and kept him inside me for extra long just feeling all the cum mix together. Fuck it was the best shift i've ever had, the only thing that would've topped it was having a 4th guy!

I ordered a delivery, but since it's always late, I took the time to get a little fuck. So, I'm riding a guy, he and I are enjoying it, he's about to cum, and I let him do it inside me. But that's when the doorbell rings. We didn't stop for that, and he ended up cumming inside me. But not to keep the delivery guy waiting, I quickly put on my panties and went out to him. My cum was leaking out of my pussy, but he didn't notice it) Maybe he was just tired, or maybe he pretended didn't see anything. Anyway, I just took the package and he left😅

A couple years ago my ex boyfriend and I had a fun free use relationship. He knew I was happy to get down on my knees like a good girl and take the length of his cock into my mouth, whenever he wanted it.

One afternoon I was tidying the house before some of his friends came over for dinner, when my boyfriend (we’ll call him Tony) came into the bedroom. Tony slid his hand into my hair and grabbed a handful as he pushed me down to my knees.

“Top off” he said as he unzipped and pulled out his already hard cock. I peeled my shirt off over my head, small perky tits bouncing out. He grabbed one roughly, with his other hand he guided my mouth onto his length, all the way down.

As my lips were pressed against the base of his shaft, he yanked on my nipples to make me cry out onto his cock. He always loved feeling the vibrations from the moans and the squirming. Tony continued to use my mouth, enjoying the way I’d dance my tongue around the tip, teasing him and tasting his pre cum.

He pulled out of my mouth and told me he wanted to cum on my tits this time. I sat on my knees, smiling up at him as he slowly jerked off until he sprayed his hot load across my chest. But before I could go clean myself up he reached down and handcuffed my hands behind my back and around the bed post. Leaving me secured in that presentation position, covered in his cum, wearing nothing but my panties now.

“I’ll be back for you later”

And out he went, but he didn’t bother closing the door behind him.

Shortly after that his friends started to arrive. I could hear them having beers and getting rowdy in the kitchen. I heard one of them ask Tony where I was and he replied that I was “tied up with something”.

Then I heard foot steps coming down the hall. One of them was looking for the bathroom, he poked his head in the bedroom door and he saw me. I heard him let out a short maniacal laugh before he came closer. Noticing the load of cum already spread across my tits he realized the opportunity he had if he was quiet. His fingers traced my lips before he slid them into my mouth, making me suck them as I looked up at him. He mumbled about me being a slut as he unzips the second cock I had that night. He didn’t waste any time before he thrust it down my throat. Making me gag instantly. He got a little carried away fucking my throat and I couldn’t help but moan and scream as he slapped my face with his cock. I hear Tony and the rest of his friends coming to investigate the sound. Soon I had 4 men surrounding me, their cocks all bulging in their jeans. They look at Tony and then at me, drool running down my chin mixing with Tony’s cum on my tits. He smiled and nodded permission.

The second man continued to enjoy my throat but guy number 3 wanted more. He reached down and pulled my panties off me. Uncuffing me from the bed post but still tied behind my back, he bent me over on my knees. My mouth staying around Number 2 like a good girl as 3 pressed his dick roughly into my pussy. I can’t lie I was already wet. 2 began to pulse in my throat as he approached his climax. 3 was ramming my wet pussy like he hadn’t had any in years. Thumb playing with my ass. Tony and number 4 were both enjoying the show, stroking their cocks slowly.

Number 2 pulled out just in time to paint my face with his load. 4 was ready for his turn, he sent number 2 to clean his cock off in my mouth while Number 4 pressed his cock against my tight little ass hole. I screamed into the cock in my throat as he stretched me. Both men revelled in my squirming and screaming. Tony watched happily. After what felt like an eternity of 4 enjoying my ass, he pulled out to watch it gape. Tony told them to flip me on my back and paint me with their loads. His friends obliged as they sprayed rope after rope across my naked and handcuffed body.

They walked out, back to their beers in the kitchen while Tony helped me up and uncuffed me so I could clean myself off in the shower and join them for dinner. Forced to eat with the four men who just came all over my body.

Last month when I was living with my BF and his dad at their place something happened that I only thought was a fantasy.

I always have thought about sleeping with his dad so many times. Ever since I saw his dick a while back and he is really big compared to my BF. Idk how he is divorced tbh. Like every time I think about it, I get soaked. I cheat on my bf all the time. But nothing gets me wetter than when I think about it. 

Sometimes when my bf is fucking me I close my eyes and imagine it's him. So when my bf is at work I flirt with him and tease him all the time. I catch him all the time checking me out. and yesterday when my bf was at work and my bf dad came home early. 

I was feeling horny and I was fingering myself, but I had my door open since I was alone and I heard my BFs Dad's truck pulling in the driveway. I didn't stop, I just went even harder on my pussy which made my moans even louder. His dad walked past my room and I turned around and told him to come and fuck me. He like I can't do that to my son and went into his room. 

I followed him in there naked and he tried to talk me out of him but he was hard just looking at me. So I pushed him down on his bed and started rubbing his huge cock. He was saying shit like we shouldn't be doing this but I didn't really listen because all I could think about was his cock. 

He fucked Me so well and was so dominant with me. He made me cum twice and filled my pussy with his cum. I left it in there and when my bf got home I was soaked still and told my bf to eat my pussy and fuck me. He started eating my pussy and was licking his dad's cum out of my pussy and didn't even know it. I got off so hard knowing he was eating his dad's cum. I'm gonna try and get him to fuck me again tomorrow...

FFM 3-Some! (Typo in header)

Me and hubby had plans to hang out with vanilla friends. My BFF arrived in town unexpectedly, as we were getting ready to leave. Hubby and I were in the walk-in shower (left the bathroom door open so she could see us shower from the bedroom). I got out of the shower first. Friend was standing in front of the mirror. I walked over to friend and asked for permission to take her breasts out. I started sucking and squeezing her as I put my hand down her pants. She looked square in my eyes and said, “I have to taste you.” Friend went down on her knees, spread my legs open and started licking my clit. I looked up and noticed hubby was getting hard watching us through the glass shower. He got out and walked over to us, with his towel wrapped around him. Friend turned from my pussy, pulled his towel down and took is BWC in her mouth. He was moaning and trusting with her while I was kissing her breasts and fingering her pussy. I was so pleased of them both. Him, with his hard beautiful thick cock and her juicy full lips taking it all. He came in her mouth. She continued to suck until she was satisfied that she had swallowed all his juices. Then turned to me and gave me the sweetest kiss. She pushed me down to the bathroom floor and spread my legs wide and ate the fuck out of my pussy, until I exploded in her mouth.

She went for drinks with a friend. Me and hubby went to visit friends. When hubby and I got back home friend was already showered and in our room watching tv. Hubby got in bed. Friend was sitting on the sofa wearing an oversized T-shirt. I sat on the floor in front of her. Slid my hand up her leg to her ass and noticed she wasn’t wearing panties. We started kissing and touching each other. Sucking and squeezing each other’s breasts. I put my hands on her thighs and spread her legs apart. She looked in my eyes and and laid back as if to say, I’m ready. I went down on her and started licking her pussy, sucking and kissing. It was so good! It had been so long since we played. I felt like I could stay there for hours. I could feel her clit and her lips swelling. She put her hand on the back of my head and pulled me to her. She wanted more pressure. I knew she was close so I didn’t back off. I gave her what she needed. I held her ass tight and she came so hard. We kissed more and her breathing relaxed.

I stood up and walked over to the bed where my husband was. We started making out. Then friend climbed in behind me. I sat up and moved down to suck hubby’s cock. Friend laid down behind me and ate my pussy while I blew him. I remember thinking how amazing it felt - how lucky I am. Then hubby got behind me. He teased my ass first, slapping his heavy dick against my wet pussy. Rubbing it in my juices before fucking me doggy style. Then he grabbed friend and pulled her into position to fuck doggy style. I lubed her up from behind and slid him into her. I got on my back and moved my body under her (in a 69 position), while hubby fucked her. He didn’t last long in that position. He came so hard I thought I might drown. He came in her and continued thrusting. His cum and her juices were all over my face, in my eyes, in my nose. But she and I kept going. Sucking each other. Thrusting into each other’s mouths until we came together. Then we slept like babies.

I (f22) fucked my former teacher (m30)

First post! Hi guys, my name is Anna. I love coming up with erotic stories aswell as telling my own real stories. Here is one of my favorite true stories of mine!

So I graduated from high school 4 years ago. My senior year we got a new, young, hot chemistry teacher, Mr. Cash. He was tall, tan and very handsome. He had dark hair and eyes with, from what i could see, a pretty toned body. All the girls in class had a crush on him but he wasn’t one of those weirdos that flirted with students.

Fast forwards to February 2024. I’m now 22 years old swiping on tinder when i see a familiar face, it was Mr. Cash (whose name is Caleb btw.) I took a look at his profile and confirmed it was definitely him. 30, high school teacher, lives in my area.

I obviously swiped right because I was curious. If you’re familiar with tinder, when you swipe right on someone who already swiped right on you, you guys instantly match. That’s what happened. I was honestly shocked. I assumed that he definitely did not remember me. Until he messaged me.

“Hi Anna. Do I know you from somewhere?” He says. This is where I had to decide to be honest or not but i figured fuck it. “Yes! I was in your chem class a few years ago.” I said, a little scared of his response. “Oh that’s great. How are you?” The conversation kept on for a little while, then we moved it to text messages.

He eventually asked me if i wanted to meet up for coffee. Of course I agreed. We planned to meet up the next day. We spent most of the night texting, then face timing until we both went to sleep.

When i got up in the morning we texted to confirm the plan and I got ready. First i took a long shower, shaving my whole body, just in case. I knew I had to look good so I curled my long blonde hair, put on light makeup with wispy lashes and found something cute to wear. It was just a little black body suit, lots of cleavage, with skinny jeans, that accentuated my curves, and black stiletto heals. Just something simple but classy.

I took an uber into the city and waited in front of the coffee shop. About 2 minutes later I hear “Anna!” It was Caleb. He has apparently went to the coffee shop on the next block over and had to run here. I thought that was silly and cute because he seemed so determined to get to me.

He gave me a hug with his strong arms. He smelled so good, definitely some fancy cologne i’ve never heard of. We walked into the coffee shop and ordered at the counter and he paid for my drink. I thanked him and insisted I pay him back but he said “Pretty girls shouldn’t have to pay.” I didn’t really know what to say so i gave up trying.

The conversation was honestly amazing. We talked for about 3 hours and had quite a few cups of coffee in that time. I noticed that he kept looking down at my tits, trying to be inconspicuous. I leaned over and slightly squeezed them together with my arms. He looked up at me, and saw me smiling at him.

After that the conversation got a little flirty. He started complimenting me way more and asking me about myself. He told me that his apartment was pretty close by and asked if i wanted to head over there for a drink since it was late afternoon at this point. I agreed and we walked to his place, it was only about a 10 minute walk and we talked the whole way there.

When we got back to his place I sat on his couch. His apartment was surprisingly nice and spacious. “Vodka soda?” He asked. “Sure that’s fine. Thank you.” I replied with a smile. He brought 2 vodka sodas and took a seat with me. We talked for a while. Slowly moving closer to each other and adding more drinks into the mix.

I was feeling pretty tipsy and a little horny at this point so I tried to initiate something with him. I slowly moved my hand up his thigh. He looks at me and smiles. I keep sliding my hand up until I reach his cock. I rub it slowly until i feel it getting harder. “Fuck.” He says still looking at me.

Caleb leaned in for a kiss, grabbing the side of my face. I continued rubbing his cock, going harder as his kisses get deeper. I stop kissing him and get on the floor in front of the couch, pulling off his jeans and boxers. His cock is rock hard as bouncing at this point.

I grab it firmly while i wrap my mouth around the tip. slowly beginning to bob my head up and down while stroking him with my hand, using my other hand to run up and down his chest and abs. He moans deeply and tells me how pretty i look in his sexy, desperate tone.

As soon as he gets close to cumming he grabs my head and pulls me up to kiss him again. He begins to stand up as he grabs me and throw me over his shoulder. He smacks my ass as I giggle. Caleb starts walking us to his bedroom.

He has a huge bed with black silk bedding. The air is cool and crisp but the heater is blowing directly into the bed. He lays me down with my legs off the edge and starts pulling off my shorts and underwear. Before they were even off fully he kisses my thighs and biting them softly. Shortly after his head was between my thighs.

He started off slow, moving his tongue in circles around my clit, until he started sucking on it gently. As i got louder and the excitement grew, he sucked my clit a little harder. Right when i started cumming he switched from his mouth to his thumb, sat up and slid his dick inside of me. He fucked me slowly through my orgasm, my pussy tightening around him as i gush on his cock.

When he could tell my orgasm was over he stopped rubbing my clit, he put my legs over his shoulders and he pounded me. My titties were bouncing out of my top and it was hard for me to catch my breathe. His dick was so big, atleast 8in i’d say.

He kept getting deeper and deeper until i started getting stomach cramps. I stopped him and got down to suck his dick for a minute while i gave my pussy a break. After about 2 minutes i got on top of him and slid down onto his hard, wet cock.

I ground my body against his dick as we moaned together. “Yeah baby just like that.” He said while squeezing my ass tight in his hands. I kept riding him until i felt myself about to orgasm again. “I’m cumming fuck fuck fuckkk.” I said as I came all over his dick again. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pounded his dick into my pussy while i scream in pleasure.

I get off of him and go down to suck his dick again. I can taste myself on him which is always so hot. I put his dick deep into my throat as i gag and he moans. “Fuck.” He says as he grabs my head and cums all the way down my throat. We got cleaned up and hung out for a little longer before i headed home.

We still text and send dirty pictures but we haven’t met up since then. but i was thinking about asking him to hangout sometime soon😁

I’ve always been curious about having a threesome, I mean who hasn’t thought about it at least once in their life? Well, finally, I found two friends who were also interested in trying this out. We decided to meet up at one of our houses since we live close together. The night arrived and we were all super nervous but excited at the same time. We sat down and talked about what we wanted from this experience. One of us wanted to try something kinky while another wanted to explore more vanilla stuff. We eventually settled on a plan where we would take turns with each other, starting off slow and then building up to harder things. We started by kissing and touching each other’s bodies, it felt so good to be touched by someone else besides ourselves. We slowly moved onto going down on each other, which was amazing! I literally got so wet the moment her tongue touched my pussy. The whole experience was definitely better because we knew each other well. Then we moved onto fucking with toys, which was even better. At first, we were hesitant because well… this is a first, but after some trial and error, we got into a rhythm that worked well for all three of us. I remember giving my friend backshots whilst holding the toy like a penis lol… I can’t get that part out of my head….Afterwards, we laid there in bed feeling satisfied and happy that we had done this. Overall, it was an incredible experience that none of us will forget anytime soon.

I decided to be a little adventerous and visit the sex shop again but this time I wanted to get something called a ‘Rose’ which is like a vibrator just for the clit. My girlfriends keep telling me about it so I thought why not lol. Little did I know that upon the visit, I was stuck there for an hour straight due to the heavy rain outside. The shop was super empty and one of the rose packs was opened so I took it to the back changing room to try it. Ofcourse you’re not supposed to try toys and only should be in the changing room for lingerie etc. Hehe I feel slutty doing this but I had to try it before I bought it. I went in the back and took my panties and jeans off to try it. Fuck it was so hot…It feels like a vibrating sensation thats just perfect for the clit. It left me a dripping mess in the changing rooms…fuck it was so hot. The rain kinda stopped so I took the same toy I just used to the cashier to buy. I didnt realise how wet it was when I gave it to him to scan. Fuck I felt like such a slut, he kinda gave me a flirty look. Now I’ve been using it and literally obsessed.

I (f20) let my neighbor watch me through the window (m29)

So I have a really hot neighbor. I live in an apartment so he’s not as much a neighbor as he lives in the building beside mine and we have floor length windows facing each other. My window being in the bathroom and his in his bedroom.

You’re probably wondering how this all started. Well, i always have a curtain that covered my bathroom window because i didn’t want to be peeped on. One day i guess my cat tore down the curtain on my window and i didn’t notice until i just stepped out of the shower. I was dripping wet and naked, drying myself off and out of the corner of my eyes i can see out the window. I turned my head quickly and i locked eyes with the guy. He’s really cute, tall, green eyes, muscular, black hair and he is always shirtless.

As soon as he saw me look at him he walked away from the window really quickly. I hurry up and go into my room. That honestly felt exhilarating. I knew i would like for this to happen again but i have to be subtle about it.

The next day i stood in the bathroom at the mirror, in my underwear. I was just doing things like putting my hair up and moisturizing my legs and chest. I kept subtly peeking to make sure he was still there. he was. He was sitting at his desk that faces the window, trying to make it look like he’s on the computer.

I try to do things like this atleast once a day because i love masturbating afterwards. I think sometime soon i might masturbate in from of the window to see if he’ll join😋

One day while i was out driving around i saw an adult book store. I thought i would stop in and see what they had in the way of sexy clothing, toys, etc. You know, typical stuff. While i was walking around the girl working asked me if i needed any help, i politely said no, i was good. Then she said "We also have 2 open theaters and booths in the back". I told her i wasn't with a guy and she said "So, thats fine" . This threw me off a bit because the one where i live had a rule of "No women alone...all women must be accompanied by a male". She said that they used t be that way as well, but things had changed.

She said "Go ahead and go back if you want, first time is a freebie". I said "maybe" and continued to walk around. i had never gone to an adult theater or booths without my boyfriend before. After about 10-15 minutes i saw several guys pay to go back to the theater area and one guy was exceptionally nice looking and he waved at me and said hi as he went by.And he looked back at me when he walked through the door to the back area. So i said fuck it. And went to the back. He saw me back there and said "are yuu coming in?". And he walked in to their open theater area. I went in and he stood next to me and started touching my ass. I touched his cock through his pants. VERY NICE i must say.. lol.

Anyway, he pulled it out and i played with it and eventually started sucking him. I figured i would just suck him off but he motioned for me to stand up, then turned me around and bent my over one of the theater seats. He started fucking me and that was all it took for me to become the center of attention for a theater full of guys. They started groping me from all angles. I had a cock in one hand, one in my pussy and i was sucking one within 2 minutes of him sliding his cock in me. WOW...that escalated fast!!! Within the first 5minutes i felt several guys come "on" me in misc places. The guy eventually came inside me and pulled out and without warning another guy stepped in and started fucking me. He creampied me as well, then another guy. And another and yet another...i stopped counting at about 15 guys. They fucked me back to back for almost an hour. After the first 3 you could hear my pussy being fucked. You know, that "splucka-splucka" sound of an overly wet pussy being pounded.

Then it got to the point where every time someone would pull out, i could hear the cum hit the floor as it poured out of me. There was a brief spot where the movie ended and it got kinda bright in there when the movie was switching over to the next one. I looked down and saw the biggest cum puddle i ever seen...seriously, their had to be a gallon of cum on the floor lol. After about 10 guys, my pussy wouldn't even close anymore. It was just wide open, i could feel it. I just kept taking cocks. I even heard one guy tell another guy to go get the guys from the other theater. I could hear the squeaky theater door opening and closing over and over, so i knew more guys were coming in. I stayed bent over until the theater was empty and they were done.

Honestly, i have no clue how many guys fucked me. But that was the most fun i have had in a looooooooooooooong time! Hopefully it will happen again some time. I'd like to find an outdoor spot where dogging is popular, but i dont think its big here in the U.S yet. I tried asking if their were any spots like that in KCMO...but, no luck.

People say that the gap between pleasure and pain is barely noticeable. I never really understood what they meant.

One day, when I was running late for work, I had one of the worse falls of my life. All the roads were wet after a full night of rain and, with my head being everywhere else all at once, like always, I slipped into hard rock. My jeans were completely ruined, and the pain on my right leg was so intense that I almost passed out. Luckily, a lady farmer was just passing through and called for help.

Long story short, it was terrible and it was painful, but all I needed was some rest. I was sent to a city to get some X-Rays, and, thankfully, there was nothing broken inside me, aside from what was left of my pride for crying in the middle of a busy road. Doctor suggested some massages to relax the muscle.

Of course, I politely refused. Not only would it be painful, but I really did not want to get completely naked in front of a complete stranger while I could barely move. The doctor just said that it was not up for discussion, and some treatment was needed before I could work normally again. I’m not the best at saying no to angrier, older men, so I just accepted my fate.

At first, the experience was just as humiliating as I expected. The nurse dressed me with a robe that only served to cover my naked breasts and left everything under that exposed. Because of the pain that I felt when moving, underwear was not an option if I didn’t want to wake up everyone in the hospital by screaming every time I needed to take my sacred midnight pee.

I’m self conscious about my naked body. My small pussy is barely visible and my pubes never seem to fully grow. It’s not like women in my country are known for being particularly hairy, but still. It never felt right to me. A full grown bush seems, maybe, more developed, less indecent. Having my lips in full display for the nurses preparing my room felt like hell. I know it’s their job. I know they see things like this on a daily basis. But one can’t help wondering what they think of all the naked bodies they see.

The only small confort I had is that everyone in the room was a girl, like me. The nurses, the other patients, even the doctor on guard. That made me feel a lot safer and a little bit less embarrassed.

Until the masseur entered the room.

He was a big black men. Where I come from, we don’t really see a lot of people outside our single demographic, so it was a little bit of a shock. He was tall, burly, and his clothes were sticking to him like they were painted over him because of all the sweat. He looked overwhelmingly strong and unnaturally beautiful.

“Don’t you worry, preciosura” he told me. “We are going to go nice and easy”

He stood by my side. He was taller than the nurses, or the doctor. Hell, he was probably the tallest person I’ve ever seen. The massage table looked like a toy under him, with me as a plaything. I could see the his bulge moving and turning just by my side with every step he took, but I couldn’t do anything. What was I supposed to say? What would anyone say at that moment?

I just stood there, watching him move while he put everything in order. I could feel my face burning. His eyes seemed uninterested in me. I followed them around. I wanted him to not focus on me. I wanted him not to see my naked crotch. My bare, twitching pussy.

“Ok, you will need to be brave for me, preciosura” he told me, as he was oiling his bare hands. “This is going to be a little painful, but it will do you god, you hear?”

I have really thick thighs. Thick enough that walking can sometimes be painful if I’m not wearing some soft socks or pants. Still, they look like twigs against the size of those hands. And like the twigs they were, they broke.

I only remember screaming. Loudly. One of the nurses, annoyed, told me to shut up without even looking at me.

“Now, now. I know this can be a little painful, but you are a big girl, right? You can take it”

I’m a woman, and I did not appreciate being treated like a small girl just because some involuntary reflex. He was annoying me, but, most importantly, he was hurting me.

Moving my hip was painful enough. Having every muscle in my leg being pushed and pulled was torture. The pain was unbearable. I could feel those thick fingers getting stuck inside my thighs and moving like they were searching for something. I just could grunt under my teeth and grab the sheets with all my might. His fingers kept moving all over my injured leg. Up and down. Right and left. Pressing. Pushing. Pulling. I was about to go crazy. I felt the tears starting to build up in my eyes, but I could not bear to cry.

After a while, he moved into my inner thighs, getting dangerously close to my naked pussy, but at this point, embarrassment was the least of my problems.

I don’t know why. I don’t know if it was a bodily response to the pain, my brain playing tricks on me, or if the massage was working as intended, but suddenly it started feeling good. My inner thighs started twitching uncontrollably and every time he pushed his fingers inside of me, the muscle would push back, giving me a thrill every time. The pain did not subside, it was just now accompanied by sudden and violent rushed of pleasure.

“See? I told you it gets better after a while”

I’m sure the man said that with an innocent smile, but at that moment I felt like he was whispering in my ear, urging me to beg him not to stop.

Having to fight the urge to scream was one thing. Having to fight the urge to moan was close to impossible. And I didn’t even know what to do with what was flowing between my legs.

It ended as quickly as it started. The man gave me a happy high five, and then moved to the other patient beside me.

By the end, it was no different than masturbating. Holding something between your legs and just riding it until you climax. But he did not touch my vagina. He did not massage my clit. Everything was done by pushing me to my limits, by breaking and making my leg over and over again. It was all about the strength and the thickness of those fingers. The feeling was new and exciting, but I never got to replicate it, no matter how hard I tried.

At least I had one more week there.

i (f19) hooked up with my ex bf (m20)

Hey guys! I wanted to tell the story about how I hooked up with Travis (the guy from my virginity story) a couple of months ago.

So as you guys know we dated for a little bit before college and he took my virginity. Well we were both back in town for christmas break last December and decided to hangout. Side note: Our break up wasn’t messy, we just decided it wouldn’t work out being long distance.

Our plan was to cook at my house and then watch a movie or something. (this was right before i got my own place so i was living with my parents.) Luckily for me, my parents were driving 7 hours to pick up my grandma and they wouldn’t be heading back home until the next morning. We started making the grilled chicken wraps that we got for dinner and flirted a little bit.

After we ate and talked for awhile, we moved to the couch to try and find a movie to watch. We sat about a foot away from each other. I think we were both still trying to figure out what the vibe was between us. I eventually found a movie, it was something random I’d never seen. I eventually put my legs up on the couch, them facing Travis.

I slowly scooted my feet closer to his thigh until i was barely touching him. I kept moving until my foot rubbed against his cock. He instantly looked away from the tv at me. “Sorry.” I said, scooting away. “No no no. Come here.” He said grabbing my legs and pulling me closer until i’m on top of him. I feel his dick get harder through his jeans. He grabs me by my hips and started kissing my lips slowly. It turned into full on making out and grinding in a matter of minutes. We were getting sloppy and i could feel my pussy soaking. “Let’s go to my room.” I said, standing up in front of him.

We walked up the stairs and to my room. I went into the bathroom to change my clothes but he followed me in, sitting on the edge of the tub, watching me undress. “I missed you.” he said standing up and walking towards me. He stood behind me, we were in front of the mirror.

He looks at me in the eyes through the mirror and starts moving my hair away from one side of my neck. Travis leans his head over and start kissing and licking my neck, slowly moving up towards my ear. “Are you gonna let me fuck you?” He whispered. I spun around and gave him a kiss, beginning to sit on the counter, i spread my legs and wrap them around him. He lets out a small groan that turned into a sneaky laugh.

With my legs wrapped around him, he cups my ass in both of his hands and picks me up, still kissing me. He walked over to the bed and threw me down, jumping on top of me, squeezing my tits and sucking on my neck. I can’t help but to moan. I’ve never seen him this aggressive in bed and I loved it.

Still above me, he takes his shirt and jeans off. As soon as he’s done he goes back to kissing my neck, then he licks all the way down my body until he starts biting at my underwear. He takes them completely off with his mouth, sliding his face down my legs. He then spread my legs open, holding my thighs. Travis sat just looking at my pussy throb for at least 30 seconds before he said “I forgot how pretty it was.” I blushed and smiled.

he moved his head down slowly, his tongue approaching my clit. when he finally reached it i let out a moan. I missed the way his tongue felt. he flicked it slowly up and down, making eye contact. he could see the pleasure on my face so he started moving his tongue faster.

He did do something new this time though. He talked me through my orgasm saying things like; “Cum all over my fingers.” “You look so good when you struggle for me.” It was amazing. Idk where he learned that but i was very lucky to have experienced it.

Now it was his turn and I was excited. he was the first person i’d ever been with so i had no experience giving head, but now i have sucked dick and ate a lot of pussy so i knew i would wow him. He sat down on the bed, i laid in front of him and arched my back while i teased him through his boxers.

I heard him moan and it was music to my ears. i slid his boxers down and his dick flung up out of them, already so hard and dripping at the tip. I smiled when I saw it. It was like a nostalgic moment lol.

Anyways, i used my tongue to trace the tip of his cock while i gripped the shaft. He moaned, “Fuck baby.” I put my lips around the head of his dick and started sucking. He wrapped his hand around my hair, pulled my head back and said “Look at me.” I started sucking again, this time deep throating his cock while he pushes my head. I make sure to keep eye contact while he bites his lip and groans.

“I’m gonna cum.” He said as a warning. I brace myself and suck harder until i swallow all of his cum. He struggles to stay still as i suck the cum out of his dick.

We both got tired after that and showered together before having a sleep over in my bed, like we always used to. I really wanted to fuck him that night but we were both so tired. But come back for pt 2 if you want to hear abt the next morning!😋

I'm not sure where this came from; I've never written erotica before. Earlier this week I felt a sudden, burning need to put to words some memories of an experience I'd had in my youth; a silly thing where I helped a good friend better understand herself and her desires, while (eventually) getting off a bit in the process.

I know this is going to be rather rough and crude, but I hope you enjoy!

This is a memory, so sweet.

I was in my early 20s. She was 19, a small, stern Korean. Both of us were university students, but at separate colleges, a bit further apart than was sensible. We had met on a dating site, took to chatting on AIM (remember that?), and hit it off straight away, though not in the manner that one is usually hoping for; they were cordial, substantive, but exclusively 'friendly'. It happens! As it was, I genuinely enjoyed our little chats. We shared similar temperaments: typically quite serious, bright, snarky, and rather judgemental while still truly knowing very little about the world. Absolutely, and rightfully, insufferable to some, but together, we just clicked.

It took a bit to organize, but eventually we did meet. Our first outing together was lunch together, and absolutely 'not a date', she helpfully clarified after we'd made our plans. Good to know! It was pleasant, and mercifully our chemistry flowed naturally from text to in-person. We changed our plans to go on a walk in a park together afterwords, rather than heading straight home. I had a great time, but again, it was not a date. A week or two later, we made round two happen. These periodic, friendly get-togethers became routine. We went shopping, played some board games, watched some pirated shows, and were generally fast friends. I wish, for the life of me, I could remember exactly how it came up one time that she hadn't seen a penis in person before.

I was far more socially awkward than suave, and my immediate feeling was frankly more sudden discomfort than anything like arousal, like being in a passenger seat watching the driver swerve into a sudden wrong turn. I kind of stuttered a bit, mentally reaching for a suitable response; I think what I managed to produce was "oh, really?". "Can I see yours?" she continued, in bad erotica fashion. Puzzlement, fear, and doubt swelled in my heart, entirely overwhelming my abruptly stirred sense of lust. I remember fobbing lame, anxious excuses and deflections, like suggesting we look online instead, to which she flatly retorted that she was curious about seeing mine, specifically, and so she thought she'd ask. I admit, it didn't take that much placating to wrangle my reluctant compliance.

What followed was far more clinical than pornographic. My pants off, her clothing quite intact. Very hands-on, but in an inquisitive, probing fashion. Much observance was made of changes in size, shape, and texture across cycles of hardness and (eventually slightly bored) softness. There appeared to be some fascination at the way my balls shifted and moved. At no point did she stroke it, nor do anything else deliberately stimulating. No ejaculation occurred (or rather, not until after I got some privacy). Eventually, she said something like "hey, thanks", with a bit of a note of finality to it. I awkwardly got my bottoms back on, not as I got myself together that only did she start to seem in any way uncomfortable or apprehensive. In long retrospect, I'm not certain she had expected me to hesitate whatsoever, and perhaps the implications of that began to sink in. We got dinner, without mention of our encounter.

We didn't chat about what happened, either. A significant, rather stiff part of me desperately wanted to, but I couldn't find the right words. I did the mature thing, started a conversation, and tried chatting her up... about the show episode we'd watched earlier that evening. Regular dialog ensued. I most certainly did not forget, nor I'm certain did she. But, when we next hung out, it was entirely normal, and I was a bit sad that no penis touching ensued at any point. The next 'incident' was not until the following occasion.

She said that she had been thinking, as I was thinking over my move in our game, and she wanted to know what I thought of her pussy, given that she'd gotten to inspect my junk (which was "pretty nice"). A panic, much like the one before, overcame me, but I will readily admit that there had been some part of me hoping and waiting for this... or something like it, anyway. After I consented to answer, she stood up, stripped off her jeans and panties, and just kind of stood there. A bit uncertain, I kneeled, took a quick look at the item, and then informed her that it looked great! Her response was more irritated than anything. "No, tell me what you really think,". My response had apparently been too reflexive to be authentic. I asked her to sit down, so I could get a fuller picture.

And so, I looked. Unlike her, I did not touch, nor did she take the initiative to invite me to do so. It was a pussy, of course a very welcome sight indeed. I did my best to provide her with the desired critique (a comment that trimming a bit more might be worth a try seemed particularly placating). When I seemed to run out of things to say, she thanked me, and resumed decency. But! We stepped away from our game. This time, we actually talked, discussing a bit about what had just transpired.

She expressed that sexuality was a thing that she was increasingly curious about, not having had prior experience. She'd dated, sure, and we'd already had a fair number of conversations about the challenges and highs of young relationships (if moreso the former; it was in both our natures to be a bit dispassionate, at least outwardly), but none that had 'progressed' beyond a few kisses. It came out that our ongoing connection felt comfortable, and I trustworthy, in a manner that lead to her feeling in a place that she could explore some of that curiosity. She thought I was attractive, but she was not either 'in love' or (she thought) 'in lust' with me. We were certainly still not dating, and we would not kiss, she was adamant. I was a good and trustworthy friend, the owner of a toy she was interested in borrowing, in order to see what she thought of it. We would do as we've been, and I could help her understand some things sometimes.

I cannot tell you the relief of finally actually talking about what had transpired between us. The weight of my chest was immense. But, I remember more clearly where that conversation lead to next: it eventually came up that while she had masturbated, and enjoyed it, it hadn't exactly occurred to her that it was a skill, something one could get better at. What followed was her losing her panties once again, and a coached, guided session of self-pleasure. I summoned up every scrap of clitoral knowledge and technique I could remember from past girlfriends and girl friends, scrutinizing her motions and nether regions with far greater (and harder) intensity than our previous session. Under my gaze, following my direction, she brought herself to what she said was her first true orgasm; it was a quiet affair, by the standards of many women, a shudder and a gasping groan. These days, I know to doubt her claim, though I want to believe. Nevertheless, she certainly did seem a bit stunned after it happened, and the smile she eventually put on after coming to is emblazoned in my memory as much as the act itself. "That could be very addictive," she commented. Indeed it was.

My 'instruction' on her pleasure became part of our routine. So long as we had one of our places to ourselves, she wanted to cum before we got around to doing anything else. While electrically exciting, this did not take long to actually become a bit stressful; there's only so much to actually say, you know? By the third session, we opened up the door to exploring her fingering and penetrating herself, exploring the nuances of the G-spot, though she admitted to me after the fact that she had done some practical "study ahead" on her own time. Throughout, I remained chaste; after her session and a bit of panting, back on her clothes would go, and we'd go about our other business. As promised, there was no kissing, nor cuddling. We did usually hug goodbye, but that was as personally intimate as it got. Much seed was spilled following these evenings, but some part of me was enjoying letting her set her own pace like this.

When, one time, she said she wanted to try putting my cock in her mouth, you can imagine how ready I was. Unfortunately, that's about all it was. First, just the lips; eventually, painfully slowly, she brought the bulb past them, gagged, repeated the insertion, and just kind of... held it there. An attempt to provide some suggestion on motions to take had her shake her head, spit it out, and say she wasn't ready for that, yet. I was probably harder than I'd ever been in my life at that point, but I sucked it up, apologized, and she resumed her practice. Towards the end, I think she tried to get a bit more experimental with her tongue, but stopped swiftly and said that she would need more practice, because she really didn't like the sense of choking or gagging. For fuck's sake. I respected her wishes, and I think (and hope) I didn't even really whine about it, but I don't even remember what it was that we did after that. Endless thoughts of flooding the back of her throat was the sole thought my mind could manage.

We continued. Sometimes, she would play with herself; sometimes, she would lightly suckle me. The second time we did the latter; she remarked that she enjoyed my very abundant precum (as if I needed more encouragement to be aroused). Gradually, over the course of a couple of irregular sessions sessions, months that felt far longer, she made progress swallowing my pole. We went to a sex toy shop and bought her her first vibrator, and I got to watch her break it in. Life was good... though obviously it could be much better still.

The first time I came in her mouth, it was an accident, and I'm kind of shocked it hadn't happened earlier. We hadn't really discussed this part yet (for shame); perhaps it was some unexpected improvement in her skills, but I felt that edge approach suddenly and without enough warning. "Oh, fuck!" I mouthed. She seemed to understand the implication, and to her blessed credit, the darling did not stop or let go. There was gagging (sorry!), dribbling, but her lips were locked on to me until my load was done. Spitting followed, along with more gagging. "Yeah, I don't like that as much as the precum" she remarked. I just stared at her with glassy eyes, too overwhelmed to really speak for some time. I remember feeling pretty embarrassed and distinctly self-conscious, both because I hadn't properly prepared her for that, and because I can't help but be, um, more than a bit loud during climax. I imagine I had some less than enthused dorm neighbors at the moment.

After that, at least, the dam was broken. Each time we got together, I got some much needed release. Admittedly, some of that was by my own hand; after having been there for my orgasm, she started to want to see me do it to myself. She seemed to get mesmerized by my stroking, and I don't know that I ever saw her eyes widen quite as much as watching the spurts of cum coming out of me after my first performance for her. I later did manage to get that flood down her throat, and that began to become a regular request from her (laying the seeds for begging and cum play kinks I have to this day). Playtime got longer and longer, as interest in additional rounds became a thing, and it admittedly did begin to interfere a bit with our time for doing other things.

And so we went. Some other highlights I remember:

• I started going down on her, at my insistence. I had been enjoying her own pace, but it wasn't sitting right with me that she'd made me cum and I hadn't returned the favor. She seemed maybe a bit surprised by the proposal, but accepted; getting to feel her cum on my tongue was amazing, and just felt right at this point.
• I finally got to see her fully naked. She was self-conscious about her small tits, and hadn't been particularly interested in showing them off, but we did eventually take to exploring the wonderful world of her nipples. More sensitive, I have rarely seen.
• Eventually, we fucked, her mounting me. We continued to do so periodically throughout our time together, though I think she ultimately preferred oral sex, both giving and receiving.
• After actual proper discussion this time (we learned!) and medication, I got to give her her first creampie. I watched her finger herself and rub her clit with my cum after; I was left with no choice or greater desire in the world but to put another one in her. She really liked them, more so than the fucking itself. I had no reservations on eating her out after, and she deeply appreciated that.

But what didn't happen:

• We never did kiss. Some brief cuddling would happen post-fucking, most of the time, but she often either decided to go again, or that we were done.
• One of my greatest regrets in life was never getting to explore her asshole together. Anal has always been my biggest kink, but I didn't want to raise it if she didn't. The fantasy of violating that cute tiny butt remains a powerful one for me to this day.
• We never 'upgraded' the relationship. We still maintained our friendly, supportive connection throughout, but our chats became pretty sex focused, and we didn't make too much time for other activities.

All good things must come to an end. As other parts of our lives got busier, the logistics of getting together became increasingly challenging. Finally, the news came that she had a boyfriend, now, someone she was actually dating, and she didn't feel it appropriate that we continue (I'd had two girlfriends in this span, of which she was aware. "So long as you've got plenty of cum for me, it's fine"). With the closure of that door, the platonic side of our hangouts largely ceased as well. We continued to chat, off-and-on, for a few years after, but you know how it goes, when life takes you in different directions.

But, the memories... those I shall treasure for all my days and lonely nights to come. I hope she is happy and full of jizz, wherever she is now.