Heather and Jasmine had an adorable, loving relationship, the sort that makes you realize just how good things can get. I’d met Heather online and we chatted for many months, sexted often, and came to be friends with her, but things didn’t align so we never met up. About a year ago she mentioned that she got a girlfriend to me and starting posting pictures with her. Sometimes people just look *right* next to each other, and these two matched. They were both between 5′ and 5’2 with long dark hair, Jasmine looking (very) slightly butch, though it may have just been because she was always beside Heather, who seemed to love looking “girly”. I’d texted with Heather since she got into the relationship, congratulated her, and we both expressed our interest in starting our own OF account, something she said her and her girlfriend wanted to do together. I joked about us all collaborating, testing the waters without testing the waters, and she seemed interested. Next thing I knew she was talking to her girlfriend about me, and I was coming over for “a movie”.
Author: dumbdomdom
[MF] Another man’s woman [Cheating, True Story] Or, how I discovered how good Cuckholding feels
This is the true story of how this account got me some incredible sex, without ever having to leave my apartment.
I’ve received PMs from a few people, but as a general rule I don’t respond unless it’s accompanied with photos. I’ve been posting for a while, so people tend to message you if they enjoy what you write. I fancy myself a serious writer who unwinds by writing smut, and I *like* to think that bleeds over, that my audience is more… discerning.
A few hours after posting a more dominant story, a message appeared. Tera was mildly flirty, dropped a compliment, her instagram, then signed off by calling me ‘daddy’. I followed her on an alternate account, not wanting my identity to be exposed so quickly, and she let me know she was in South Florida. I scrolled through her photos- gorgeous- Game on. I also noticed the man in every other photo, her fiance, but I was horny, and when I’m in that state I just don’t have as many ethical boundaries. She was a few years older than me, still in her 20s (though I couldn’t give a fuck), and works in medicine.
[MF] My married, college FWB (II)
I guess this may as well be counted as part two, considering it’s the same girl.
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“You know, we don’t *have* to have sex”, said Elena as we undressed for bed.
“I totally agree” I said, sitting on the bed to remove my jeans.
“You agree? With… with which part?” She removed her bra and jumped up onto the bed beside me to remove her socks.
I laid back in bed, “With what you said, you’re right. Of *course* we don’t have to. I’m sorry if something I did made you feel differently.” I turned my face away from her.
“Oh, no, baby – that’s not at *all* what I was-” Elena leaned over and saw me smiling towards the wall. “You fucking asshole!” She beat my chest with her little hands before sliding under the covers with me, both of us wearing t-shirts and underwear. I laughed as she snuggled against me, placing her head on my chest. “It’s not funny! I thought you were serious.”
“That’s what made it funny!” I shifted us both, being a foot taller, and so we spooned inches apart. “And seriously, you’re right. If you’re not feeling it, don’t worry about it, I’m pretty tired anyways.”
The Meeting [MF]
We’d met online, and after taking for a week, arranged to meet. She had me install an app beforehand, and when we met at the bar, told me to open it and press “sync.” A few seconds later and she started to shiver in her seat.
“It’s synced” she said, pulling down her tight black dress as we entered and sat at the bar.
We traded some small talk, but we both knew what the other was thinking. I gradually turned the vibrator inside of her up, and she started to nod and shake her head, a small embarrassed smile growing as she turned red.
I carried on normally, watching her squirm, legs rubbing together as I forced questions upon her she had less and less ability to respond to.
“The musics loud, isn’t it?”
She shakes her head.
“So you can hear me?” I said quietly.
She indicates no- but is clearly unsure of what I said.
I turn the vibrator up to full and watch as she grips the bar and my leg, and lean down to her ear to whisper, “good girls don’t lie to daddy. If you want my cum, apologize.”
[MFF] Me and my roommate entertain ourselves [V]
Alright you fantastic fucking whores, you’ve all asked for it. Second to last installment (until I meet my next Amanda). Asterisks show the way for the impatient and unwise.
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I live a rather mobile life, bouncing from the East coast to the Midwest, and down to Florida, and while it can be hard sometimes, the travel always forces me to meet new people. The moments you enter a hotel room, empty apartment, taxi cab or airport at four in the morning can be the most lonely, and without a partner to kiss goodbye one finds themselves ruminating (as animals must) on their most basic urges. I’d always found social life simple- enjoyable, certainly, but not something worth tearing one’s hair out over. I realized early on that, like most things, it was a skill that needed to be honed. I realize this may sound unsettling to some, but it’s simply in my nature to break down whatever I’m focused on into its basic elements. It’s part of what has gotten me recognized by peers and mentors I shouldn’t have been able to impress for another half decade at least.
[MF] Coming home to my roommate reading (IV)
I entered the apartment but didn’t see Amanda, so just put the groceries away and found her laying on the living room with headphones on. I loosened my belt and nearly called to her, but had a devilish idea instead and dropped to my knees silently, removing my jacket.
She was laying on her stomach reading “The Stranger” again, legs apart, when I laid on the carpet behind her and started to kiss and lick her inner thighs. At first contact, her hips jumped for a moment, shocked by my wet tongue making its way up from her knee, but soon settled back down, reading again.
She restrained herself, not reacting any further as I kissed my way up to her ass, by now knowing how much I loved forcing her to react to my touch, but couldn’t hold back a gasp when I started to bite her, dragging my teeth along her before clenching my jaw and sucking, giving her faint hickeys along her inner thigh. She squirmed when I did the same beside her pussy, right at the bottom of her ass, sticking my tongue out how she would when she’d deepthroat me to lick at the erogenous skin just beyond.
My roomie [F] and I [M] entertain ourselves and push one another (III)
I apologize for the evil deed performed in this story.
Don’t waste water!
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We rested there a while, with Amanda draped on and nuzzled against me in my lap, her long hair’s sweet scent tickling my nose. I bent my neck to rub my nose against the top of her head, breathing in her scent and the warm air that arose from between us. As if in a steam room, we soon went from comfortably numb to uncomfortably sticky, and as her body expelled my quickly softening cock as the cool air invaded we both sighed, sharing a deep kiss before standing and stretching.
“So” I said, “do we need to talk about this?”
Amanda smiled and laughed, “are you falling for me already? My Aladdin?”
“Takes a lot for me to, so probably not, at least not yet.”
“Great, so don’t bother thinking too hard, you’ll pull something.”
[MF] Amanda – My roommate Part 3
Longer build. If you don’t like it, find another story! This is one of my favorites.
We rested there a while, with Amanda draped on and nuzzled against me in my lap, her long soft hair’s sweet scent tickling my nose. I bent my neck to rub my nose against the top of her head, breathing in her scent and the warm air that arose from between us. As if in a steam room, we soon went from comfortably numb to uncomfortably sticky, and as her body expelled my quickly softening cock as the cool air invaded we both sighed, sharing a deep kiss before standing and stretching.
After a quick shower we found ourselves in our towels getting water in the kitchen and heading to bed, but we both paused when we stepped towards the bedrooms.
“… which one?” asked Amanda, turning her petite but trained body against mine.
I wondered what hers was like, “Can it be yours? Looks… soft”, at which Amanda nodded and led me in, moving her large mattress’ sheets back and dropping her towel. I followed suit and slipped under the covers, turning to spoon her.
[M]y roommate [F] and I entertain ourselves 2
Part one was about how we began getting sexual, I recommend checking it out.
Amanda was still coming down from her orgasm, ass still half hanging off the couch, when I stood and plopped myself beside her. We just sat there for a minute, her breathing slowing as I enjoyed the sight of her disheveled, flushed body. We made eye contact and both started to laugh a bit, a short, nervous laugh that told me more than anything could that her reaction was genuine- and that THAT didn’t happen to her often.
[M]y own little cumdumpster is [F]acefucking herself as I type. I’m going to hit post when I cum.
As I write this her lips are wrapped around my cock. She’s doing absolutely everything she can to make this as difficult as possible for me, but part of the reason we work so well together is that I can ignore just about anything (long as I have something to focus on, blindfolds are my weakness) and nothing gets her more wet than competing for my attention.
I was just reading some annoyingly dense philosophy (thanks a lot, Kant), when she knocked on my front door. My roommate let her up and after a kiss she immediately suggested I write another story. Apparently I have one more follower than I thought!
“I’m game, but about what? Got something in mind?”
“Just write what you feel.”
With that I turned back around and started typing a story about when I’d teased her at a party, making her squirm until she begged to get fucked in the bathroom.
But then I caught a glimpse of her in my mirror, dropping to her knees and crawling under my desk, and scrapped the draft, understanding what she wanted.