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My FWB told me to fuck her on the side of the road in the middle of the desert [MF]

I’ve been hooking up casually with a gal from work, Michelle, for around 4 months now. Michelle is half Iranian half French, but born and raised in America. She has light olive colored skin, large round brown eyes, about 5’6″, slim hips and a big chest.

Two weeks ago, she wanted to go on a hike to an area called Borrego Springs, a couple hours from where we are. The trail was open and she thought it would be a nice way to spend some time together. I’ve always enjoyed her company and happily agreed.

I picked her up and she’s wearing some grey yoga pants and a loose fitting work t-shirt that she didn’t care too much about. She wasn’t wearing any makeup, which shows off how naturally pretty she is, and with her hair in a pony-tail.

The conversation up was about the usual things. Workplace drama/politics, a book she had recently started reading, the normal date topics. Now, Michelle is well aware of my exhibitionist tendencies, she is less experienced than me and explained that it made her nervous thinking about doing that. I told her not to worry and just tell me when she felt ready to try something new. Read more »

My cousin is a sexy tease

I’ve known her since we were young however we live in different countries, she lives in india and me in a western country. When ever I visit(once a year) we dont really flirt, but she always makes a lot of eye contact with me and will accidentally graze against me. I only visit her with my fammily for a few days and once we made pizza toghether and she brushed her ass against my cock and held it against my boner for atleast 5 seconds, here is our fb snippet. What do you guys think?

Me: I just remembered we made pizza years ago, do you?

Her: I do!!

Me: It was very “hard” for you but very soft for me ?

Her: It was fun, when are you coming to india, it’s been really long since we last met?
??It was awkward, I cant lie.

Me: Akward?? You’re the one that started it??

Her:Hey!!No!! It was the whole worm scene

Me:Its fine, dont worry about it.

After this, the convo was back to normal…

I really want to fuck her tbh, she is so sexy. Do you think she does too? What are your guys thoughts…

College Awaits, Son [Incest] [An Old Classic]

“Jules!” My call rang through the hallway, up the stairs, hopefully into my son’s room.

I heard a thud and his door opened, his voice carrying to me in the kitchen, “Yeah mom, I’ll be down in just a minute, I just got out of the shower.”

“We need to go! Your dad has the car packed and ready to go. I made ham sandwiches.”

“Oh! Well in that case, I’ll be right down.” I could almost hear the smirk in his voice.

“Yeah, yeah, smart ass, just don’t keep us waiting.” I packed the sandwiches up and put them into the cooler, heading outside to the car, where my husband was fiddling with the radio. I put the cooler in the front seat and comically wiped my brow, sighing. “Hard work isn’t it?”

He looked up at me and chuckled, knowing he and Jules had been the ones doing all of the loading. “Nah, absolute walk in the park.” He flashed me a giant smile and went back to his work.

“Jules said he’d be down in just a minute, is there anything left to grab from inside?” Read more »

Backseat Rider Mil[F] Part 2

And I did indeed take control. Although not as a parent, but as a horny slut.

I resumed the slow-motion riding that previously my son had been controlling.

Suddenly it wasn’t my son forcing me to ride him, it was my riding him of my own volition… because I wanted to… because I wanted him… although slowly, which only compounded my frustration as I knew I could never get off like this.

I needed to bounce on his cock and do it hard.

I needed to ride it fast.

I needed it slamming into me. I didn’t need to make love, I needed to fuck.

Yet I couldn’t do any of those things without completely giving away to my husband the shocking truth of what we were doing.

Suddenly my phone, which I had by now put on vibrate, buzzed in my hand.

I looked at it.

Fuck, I love you, Mommy.

Reading those five words… reading the most sweet, endearing… innocent even… term for being a mother… and I was a quivering, needy mess.

I couldn’t deny that I felt something powerful even as his cock slowly moved within me, even as I stared at those tender words. Talk about your mixed signals! Read more »

[MF] Southern Milf desperate for young cuban guy

I just decided to post this here bc people have been PMing me telling me that they found this story entertaining and also I love talking to people about it
I’d like to give everyone some info before I get into the story. I’m an 18 y/o 5’11” cuban boy. I’m pretty muscular and I’ve been told that I’m a 8/10 in looks. I recently had an experience with a thiccc older white woman that has left me with a strong desire to dominate, breed, or at least clap some white cheeks. Now to get a better understanding of why I want to dominate a white woman (preferably northern European), my grandpa used to tell me about how the spanish, Mexicans, & cubans were always treated as a second class people thanks to our southern European / latino ancestry. Idk why but ig that’s just how the world works. I’ve always had a desire to fuck a white woman thanks to that. Never had the chance at school even though people claim to be more tolerant. This is my encounter.
I was minding my own business in the fishing aisle when I rounded the corner and bumped into this cute country woman. I couldn’t help but immediately notice her nice tone bubble butt in her leggings. She had to be at least 30. She was a beautiful brunette with very northern European features with slight freckles. She was wearing a mossy oak hat with a ponytail in the back. Her hips were wide and her breast were average. Over all she was pretty slim. This was a couple of months ago and Ive forgotten what exactly I said but we had a short awkward in the moment conversation and we both just started laughing. I made her laugh really hard and she said that I was cute. That’s where the flirting began. To get to the point, we went all the way to the back of the store and she start telling me about how her husband just couldn’t satisfy her anymore. She start to get all handsy on me. She looked at her phone and said that she had to go but she rubbed my cock while she kissed me good bye. I even got a handful of that ass ;) sadly… I didn’t get her number. That’s an experience I’ll never forget. Now I can’t help but imagine fucking a white milf. This story is true but I can’t remember everything… I was too focused on booty lol
I’m from the louisiana/ Arkansas area but I travel to mississippi too. I’m hoping one day I fulfill my fantasy of clapping some country milf cheeks before I’m too old. This young cuban needs some booty ;) idk what it is about us southern Europeans and latinos, but white women turn all gushy inside around us.

Remember that thing we talked about…

It’s a crisp autumn night as we make the short walk back to my apartment building. You latch your arms around me for the warmth emanating from my hoodie. When we approach the front door I pat my pockets for the key, however you quickly reach into my front right pocket, produce a jangling key ring, and grin at me. I give you a slight grin back and you reciprocate with a gentle kiss on the side of my upper neck while I fumble with the keys in the door. I get the door open and allow you to proceed up the stairs. Waiting for us after a single flight of stairs is the door to my apartment. I playfully jangle the keys in front of your face as you give me another grin. I then focus my attention on the key hole as you see the opportunity to go for another kiss on the neck. This kiss was different. This kiss was more sensual, warmer and wetter. Ah struck of the kiss I just received, i focus my attention back to you as we make intense eye contact. You open you mouth slowly: “Remember that thing we talked about last week?” I know exactly what you are talking about, however out of shyness I simply say: “yeah, I think so.” You give a third grin, although this time a little more mischievous, and say: “I want to try it tonight…” Read more »

Let’s Meet

I rose as she walked into the nearly empty restaurant. She was dressed to the nines. Every single curve showing, and accentuated in her little, tight, black dress. She paused halfway to the table and I saw her remove her ring and put it in her clutch. As she approached my hand immediately found the small of her back as I pulled her into me. It took at least a full minute for her to regain her breath from the kiss that followed.
“Does he know?” I whispered in her ear, not in a fearful tone, but in a tone that commanded an answer.
“Yes” she answered and then added “Daddy” quietly as she looked up and faltered under my gaze… “This is our date Baby, no formalities here, and put your ring back on. I’m wearing mine, and he knows you’re here so it isn’t a secret.” I smirked as she fumbled and slowly slipped it back on.
I pulled my hand away letting my fingers trail up her spine as I moved to pull out her chair. Goose bumps rose on her skin from the touch as I helped her get situated. I seated myself beside her. The table was uniquely situated so that it was exposed enough that she would feel on display but isolated enough that the dim lighting would hide intimate happenings that were only meant for her and I.
As soon as we were both seated, the waitress stopped by our table. My hand wandered beneath the edge of the black dress. Lingering as it crossed her thigh finding, to my pleasure that panties were left at home and that she was already soaked. She glanced downward at the discovery, and I smiled. Inwardly amused, I watched as she bit her lip, while my fingers teased her damp lips.
I nonchalantly ordered drinks and food for us both, while she tried not to react to my touch as I slowly wet my fingers in her juices. My fingers slid in and out of her wetness as her face begin to show signs of struggle but still she tried not to react as I finished our order. Finally the waitress smiled at me sweetly and walked around the table, as I rubbed my dates clit even faster with my thumb. I could feel a shudder as the waitress leaned in to whisper something in her ear. She cupped her hand over her mouth to stifle her moans as she came on my hand. She stared at me with a look of confusion mixed with lust and need as she tried to contain herself.
As the waitress walked away smiling, I leaned in and kissed her one more time. “Tell me Baby what did the waitress say that got you so worked up?” I asked with a sly grin. “She said be a good girl and let yourself go and Daddy might just let her help clean me up later… How did she know and why would she say that?” I chuckled at the expression on her face…”because she is my wife Baby, I own the place… and you are a good girl for Daddy.”

Taste

I want to kiss your lips. I imagine them to taste like cherries and sin as our tongues twist and tangle. I can imagine a kiss with you that would last hours if not days. A long sensual but mad, rushed and almost desperate attempt to quench our thirst and become each other’s breath.
As my lips kiss slowly down your jawline to your neck, the scent of vanilla mixes with the sweetness of your skin and makes my head swim. Your purrs of satisfaction fill my ears. Your body begins to melt against me as my teeth graze the delicate flesh of your collarbone. Your hands swirl in my hair as I tenderly kiss and mark your flesh. Gasps and moans escape your parted lips as my hands grip and squeeze your gorgeous tits, my fingers twisting pinching and rolling your hard nipples as my mouth slowly works its way to them.
I feel your nails dig in as my teeth mark your breast. I love hearing you cry out and then feel you grip me tighter, pulling me closer in desperation. You’re mine right now and you acknowledge it, desire it. I feel you squirm under the weight of my body. Your hips rocking, pushing your passion against me. Slowly my journey continues it’s torturous trail.
I stare up at you and grin as I get lost in your lidded eyes, your expression of hunger and lust as I slowly kiss across your stomach. My hands slowly blazing a trail for my mouth to follow.
You are not hidden from me. I see all the insecurities you have all the things you consider imperfections and I want to kiss each and every one my love. I want to taste every square inch of your body and know it as well as I do my own and I will.
As my lips kiss your hip bone I see your head fall back as my fingers brush your passion. Oh so wet. So hungering.slowly and delicately I touch you as my kiss draws closer. My fingers slide effortlessly against your drenched petals. You look up as I taste you off of them. Smiling at the reaction of your face as you sweet nectar coats my lips. I feel your hands pull against my neck as I lean into you and take my first drink from your fountain.
Slow soft licks cover you completely. My hands holding your thighs apart as your scent and sweetness intoxicates me.
I’ve been waiting to taste you. To feel your body burn with desire and melt like butter against my tongue. Swirling my tongue teases squeals from your throat. As the tip pushes slowly between lust soaked lips, I feel your body tense and your hands grip my hair. I look up from between your kiss marked thighs and see your heaving chest. Your breath reacting to each flick and swirl if my tongue. Look at me. I want to see your face, I want you to look down and see how my kisses make you cum for me. I want you to see me enjoying your flood of passion. I want you to see I’m not here just to please you, I want you to see that I enjoy you. I enjoy making you cum for me. And you will not once but twice and then again as I hold your shaking hips in my grasp. I want to hear you beg me to stop and plead with me to keep going. I want to make you a wet sloppy mess for me to enjoy.
While you are still shaking I want to follow my path back up your body with my kisses until your mouth meets mine and you greedily taste your passion on my lips. I want to feel you squirm as my cock presses along you drenched pussy, your gasp as it brushes against your sensitive little clit. I want to hear the drawn out curse words as you lean into my shoulder as the tip of my cock pushes slowly between your petals stretching to take me, and that moment when I push fully and smoothly into you.
You must be ready to rumble over the edge once more. How many times so far? Your body eager for my release, matching my thrusts as we both moan and grunt. Hands gripping and grabbing. Feeling your body start to tense and shake as I throb and ache myself. One last thrust as your legs lock around my back pushing me deeper as I groan my release and you tumble once more. We find ourselves tangled at last. Our passion mixed and mingled as much as our souls… Mine… Yours…

Temptation and Hell

I knew I was going to Hell the first time she looked in my direction and smiled. I was sitting in the pew beside my wife and she was singing in the choir with a voice that would make angels jealous. My wife and I were friends with her parents and had started attending there at their invitation. Her dad and I got along famously, both outdoorsmen, we soon became hunting and fishing buddies.
She had caught my attention immediately however. She was that black haired beauty with big dark eyes that Bob Segar sang about. She was in her early thirties, married to a clean cut, preppy, accountant. It was obvious to me that she was adventurous and craved the ruggedness of a man like her dad, but had just settled for that safe guy she had met in college.
Sunday after Sunday, I was reminded of my fate as she smiled and watch me squirm in my seat a little. Fuck she was gorgeous. She would linger after service, as her dad and I talked fishing or about hunting. I remember seeing a gleam in her eye one Sunday and her typical grin in my direction as her father and I discussed what I was going to be doing on vacation the next week. That bite of her lip sealed my fate when her dad threw me the key to their cabin on the lake.
I left on the following Monday evening, kissing my wife goodbye for the week. She had to work and had no interest in roughing it for a week away anyway. I soon found myself two hours away from home and out of cell range, dragging my stuff up to the cabin door. I saw a little smoke coming from the outside wood stove and thought it odd but Gary was just the kind of guy to have come out and started a small one to warm the place up. It wasn’t until I opened the door that I learned the truth.
The whole cabin smelled of springtime and glowed of candlelight. I knew immediately what was happening. I can’t say that I was upset. My heart raced as I sat down my bags. I could smell her perfume, at least that’s what my mind subconsciously registered. My Sunday temptation had already started a burning desire deep inside. As I made my way up the stairs to the loft, My hunger gnawed at the pit of my stomach as my mind ran through the thoughts of eternal damnation and what I should do. I was almost 20 years older than her, both of us married, and her dad was my new best friend. We saw each other at church every Sunday dammit, this shouldn’t be happening. As I topped the staircase, I froze immediately. There she was, standing at the top step, dressed in nothing but a small white tank top and a very small pair of white panties.
I wanted to rush for her immediately, push her to the bed and take her right there. My heart throbbed so hard it was only matched by the tightness that throbbed beneath my jeans. My god I’m doomed I thought.
Before I could utter more than a few syllables she was on me. Her arms and legs wrapped around me and holding on for dear life while her mouth covered my every protest. When she pulled back for a brief second I managed to blurt out “but I’m old enough to be your father…” Once again the firestorm of Hades roared through my mind and devoured the last vestiges of moral thought as she whispered in my ear “If that’s what you want Daddy…” Within moments she was on the bed, panties ripped away, trembling as my mouth tasted her sweet nectar. Her hands gripping my hair as she was lost in the waves washing over her. I fed on her passion, my tongue licking every drop, exploring every fold and crevice as her hip pushed against me. I growled deeply as she tried to pull my head up to her face, my hands locked across her hips holding her down as I sucked on her lips and swollen little button. Her moans and whimpers filled my ears as her sweetness coated my lips. My own desires intensified as I relished in the way her body reacted to me. That night and several nights after were filled with our secret forbidden desires. I marked her and claimed her as mine in ways only she and I could witness to and she claimed my heart and soul as well. I found out she was on a business trip officially. She had been waiting for the opportunity to “seduce me” she giggled. Her husband, like my wife was very much the love of her life but lacked the raw masculine passion that she saw in me and needed so badly.
Sunday service has never been the same. The smile she flashes from the choir loft burns my soul like a branding iron every time. The “unintentional” touches as she passes by sear my flesh. Those dark eyes ignite a flame of desire when our gaze meets, and now there is a new torment as she rattles the key to her fathers cabin as she swiftly passes by. A signal of her own desire to unleash the demons, the doomed souls that drive us together…
As we lay here again months later, tangled and exhausted, her head on my chest, both dripping wet from sweat and passion, we may be doomed to eternity but right now it feels so much like heaven…

The Chase

She ran from the house to the woods. She wasn’t sure if she was afraid or excited but she ran anyway. The forest was dense, dark, and foreboding. There was a lingering haze that coated the forest floor.
With each step she took she could feel his blue piercing eyes upon her, sure that he was close behind.
As she ran, she thought she could hear his footsteps over the racing beat of her heart. The brambles tore at her red cape and ripped her fishnet stockings as she imagined the hands of her wolf pawing at her. She could almost feel his grip as she struggled against the undergrowth. The thought of his grip on her arms and legs made her gasp in panic. Was it panic?
As she continued to stumble forward she could feel his hot breath in her ear, fuck he was so close, her heart beat louder with anticipation, no it was terror, maybe? In her mind she could see his wicked grin, those lips that she pictured him licking, desiring to devour her whole. His teeth gleamed white in the darkness, she felt a tremble of fear, no that’s not right, not fear… Her mind raced as she willed her feet reluctantly forward. A new sensation of excitement filled her as she heard his growls. They sounded full of ravenous lust. She swore she could hear a strange tone in them as the words “all the better to eat you with my dear!”, echoed in her head, and it made her skin hot and her face blush.
She ducked behind a tree. Fuck, why wasn’t she running? She wanted to run but she also wanted, no, needed to see her pursuer. Her mind filled with thoughts of him. She needed to see the beast, his wicked smile and the gleam in his blue eyes.
Fuck, she could already feel the excitement tingle deep within her core. How close was he? What would he do to her? She bit her bottom lip at the thought. Her hand clutched at the hem of her skirt, trying desperately to avoid touching herself. “What the fuck am I doing?” She thought to herself. Her fight or flight instincts kicked in again as her body filled with a rush of excitement, lust and fear. She turned again to run.
Out of nowhere he was on her. His hand gripped her throat. She stood frozen, her gaze locked on the blue of his eyes. She felt the pain of the rough bark against her back as the Wolf pushed her against the oak. She tried to act defiant as she struggled, and he laughed. His mouth pressed against hers as he forced a kiss. In one last act of defiance, she bit his lower lip and they tasted blood. Her triumph wilted with his growl and the wicked spark in his glare, as she felt his other hand between her thighs. “You’re not putting up much of a fight Little One, and you are such a wet needy little mess to be pretending to be so brave.” He growled, his hot breath sending shock waves through her body.
“Fuck, he knew!” she thought as waves of heat and pleasure washed over her mind as her body responded to his finger tips. Those strong fingers, that seemed to be forcefully touching her in all the right ways. He slid them past her panties and her floodgates opened. she gasped for a breath at his rough touch, already hampered by his hold on her throat. A moan escaped her lips along with a breathy “Fuck you!” His mouth went for her neck and she grasped around his head to pull him closer as she felt his lips and teeth meet the pale delicate skin of her neck. “Oh gods!” She cried as her mind reeled with a combination of pleasure and fear. She felt her panties rip away as he growled with lust,and her mouth blurted out “fuck me Daddy…” before she even realized she had spoken at all. He grabbed her hands by her wrist with one hand and pinned them above her. Her moans filled the forest and echoed, as he pushed deep inside her. The pain of the bark against her back mixed with the pleasure he brought to her body with each long, rough thrust. Her mind clouded as her body began thrusting back, matching his rhythm and intensity. He released her hands as she began matching his growls and he smiled. They fucked wildly as she bit into his shoulder. He tore loose the front of the black corset she wore under the red cloak. He teased and nibbled her breasts before marking them with hickeys, as she clawed at his back. He wrapped his fingers in her hair and pulled back, exposing her neck once again to his mouth as she came twice on his cock in rapid succession. Her third orgasm came just as he made his final thrust and howled. As he filled her throbbing wet pussy with his seed, her howl joined his as her body trembled in its own release and she collapsed in his arms. “See Babygirl you ran needlessly. You are mine Babygirl, mine…”, the wolf wispered in her ear.
“I was yours before I ran Daddy, I just needed you to catch me… yours” she replied.