Backseat Lover 4 (cheating, creampie)

“What was the nature of your relationship with Miss Christine Law?”

My heart sank beneath my navel, and I could barely raise my head. 

Shame. 

What else is a married man supposed to feel after he was caught banging the college intern at work? As bad as I felt, I had so many questions. 

Was Christine ok? Would I have to move to a new office, or worse, fired entirely? What would I tell my wife? 

I bit the inside of my cheek in frustration. I should be thinking about me right now. 

Every thought kept coming back to her. The images of me fucking her tight little ass, her wet pussy cumming on my cock, and her moaning my name in my ear played across my mind like a movie. 

“It was… We had…” My throat felt like I was swallowing sand. “Christine and I-”

She cuts me off. “Look, Andrew. Miss Law told me everything already, you’ll only make this worse on yourself if you lie.

Now I felt embarrassed and stupid. “Sorry, Mary. We erm… had a sexual relationship.”

“When did it start?”

“Just a few weeks.”

Our Little Secret 2: My Brother’s Girlfriend (FF, oral, cheating)

I don’t care how much my brother was in love with his sexy girlfriend, he was going learn to share.

When it came to Melanie, I thought it was all under control. Her screaming my name with my tongue between her legs was going to be a fun memory. Us tearing that bed apart, marking each other’s skin was just going to be a little secret we’d share over awkward looks at dinner tables.

Less than three steps into their luxury apartment, all that restraint turned into immediate bullshit.

Melanie’s artful tongue shouldn’t go to waste on just one cock. It was a waste. I’d actually go on to say it *needed* to service a woman that would truly appreciate it. And *Gods*, did I. I found myself entirely under her spell when we tossed and turned in their sheets, her licking me from head to toe. Those lips traced my spine, her hands stimulating every spot they could reach, and her tongue feeling like it was forcefully taking the strongest of orgasms from deep within me.

I’ve memorized every position, orgasm and every location we fucked in yesterday, but as soon as I step across the threshold, flashbacks swarm as vividly as if I were in the moment.

Our Little Secret: My Boyfriend’s Little Sister (FF, oral, cheating, public)

I have a bit of a “thing” for my boyfriend’s sister.

And by thing… I mean I want to pin her down, strip her naked, and bury my face between her legs until cums.

And no, I have no idea why. Hell, I don’t even know when or how. Raven was always the cute little sister I never had. Adorable. Nice. Fun. We’d talk all the time, even without my boyfriend present.

Then one day, something just… changed.

We were getting brunch, and hardly even one mimosa in, I wanted to run my tongue across every inch of her body. That cute, bubbly girl I only saw at family functions was now a sweet treasure that only my wildest fantasies could satiate.

The only thing on my mind, day in and day out, was being in bed with her.

We couldn’t go shopping without me staring at her ass and legs. She did have a small booty, but it was so cute and perky! (After all, pancakes are cakes too!) Whenever she posted on her Instagram, I found myself staring at her pictures for hours, drawn to those perfect tits, a department she was very blessed in.

“Fuck Me Like I’m Someone Else” [MF] [ebony] [creampie]

“Baby, drop your pants, I’ve wanted to suck your dick since we got to the bar.”

I barely get in the apartment before my sex starved slut pushes past me into the door and starts undressing. I *thought* that giving Angela that good dick right before we went to her bestie’s birthday at the club would satisfy her appetite. I was wrong. All I was trying to do was satisfy her before we went out, we’ve already been banned for life from two clubs and a pub for fucking in the stalls when our “bump and grind” on the dance floor got too hot for her to handle.

Yet that doesn’t seem to matter to her. That rush she gets when we’re fucking in a tight stall, or in the dimly lit area of the parking lot because she cannot wait for us to get home and needs it *now.* She has next to no self control.

I don’t mind.

“Horny? I thought we controlled ourselves pretty well.”

Blown in the Backseat [MF, Oral, Swallow, Redhead]

“Excuse me, sir!?”

I barely set one foot in the Lyft before some chick comes sprinting at me from the bar. Her high heels pound the pavement and she pushes through people like a freight train.

She’s drop dead gorgeous. Glowing olive skin, fiery red hair with green eyes to match. Full, dark red lips, and a tight body that I wanted pushed up against me all night.

“Can you help me? Please?”

Oh that’s right, she wanted something from me. Plus, I couldn’t say no to her green puppy dog eyes. In addition… I’m a sucker for redheads. Something about that fiery hair just makes my blood pump.

All I could hope for was her not being a serial killer. It’s always the most gorgeous of women.

“What do you need?”

“I lost my card, don’t have much cash, and my friends dicked me over. Can I pay you to have this Lyft take me home?”

I will not lie, I was too busy staring at her breasts to hear a third of what she was saying. They were dazzling C-cups, tucked away in a very flattering bra, and shown off in a cute crop top that also exposed her flat, toned stomach complete with a stomach piercing. Honestly, just fuck me *now*.

Backseat Lover, Part Three – Morning Sex [MF] [cheating] [workplace] [creampie]

“I wish you were in my asshole. It misses you so much.”

I was frozen solid, but my heart was smashing against my ribcage. Standing in my kitchen, one second I was washing pots and pans, the next I am awestruck trying to pick my jaw up off of the floor. Christine’s tight little asshole was on my phone screen, as gorgeous as ever. A single lubed up finger was inside it, wishing I was inside it instead. That gorgeous brown star is practically begging for me to drive across town, for my tongue to lube it up, and for my cock to fuck it.

What if my wife was over my shoulder, and she had seen it!? I peer across the kitchen, and sigh in relief. She was in the living room, feet up on the ottoman, watching *The Bachelor.* She hadn’t moved for as long as I was cleaning the kitchen.

Truth be told, I was slowly becoming addicted to the secret meetings, backseat quickies, and the thrill of not getting caught masturbating to the numerous pictures and videos she graced me with. After staring at her asshole for another several minutes, I respond. “I love my cock in that perfect little ass of yours.”

Confessions of a Cocksucking Queen: Part 2 – Reward [F] [oral]

Sometimes, it’s just extremely sexy watching a man be a man.

If you know me, you know I’m not one for gender roles and all that. Not every woman needs to know how to cook, wear makeup, or want kids. Every man does not need to know how to change a tire, be good with tools, or be tall and muscular.

However, I’d be lying if I’d say they didn’t do sinful things to me.

I’ve eaten out an almost uncountable number of gorgeous moms I am an absolute sucker for seeing them cradle their adorable babies in their arms. How could I not be turned on?

On the other side, I’ve traded blowjobs for getting my car fixed. Hardly an even trade. If anything, I come out ahead because not only do I get my car fixed, I get the added bonus of sucking his cock better than any woman he’s ever been with. Honestly, it hardly seems fair.

When I lived in Manhattan, specifically I dated a tall, handsome guy named Cameron. He looked athletic, but was far from it. Was uncoordinated, and preferred to stay in his apartment all day fixing computers instead of putting his gifted body to use. Yet I was with him because he was kind, sweet, and gentle. And that’s all he needed to be.

Confessions of a Cocksucking Queen: Part 1 – The Thrill [F] [oral]

I need to get something off my chest.

I love sucking cock.

Absolutely love. Love. Love. Love.

There is nothing on this earth, better than the rush I get from taking the most vulnerable and sensitive piece of a grown man into my mouth. And then having 100% control over him? That’s a high that nothing else rivals.

I don’t even need to sex afterwards, I cum just from the pure satisfaction of swallowing.

I wasn’t always so eager to drop to my knees. Initially, I thought it was only pride by me being the most skillful slut in any room I walked into. But a little while ago, something changed and hooked me on sucking cock to the point I don’t enjoy “normal” sex nearly as much as I used to.

And that thing is, “the thrill.”

Let me explain how I found it.

I worked at Planet Fitness. It wasn’t particularly big. It was mostly for old people on weekends, and stay-at-home moms on weekdays, being tucked pretty deeply in the suburbs. I was stationed at the desk, where every man that passed by made no effort to avoid staring at my tits on their way in or out. Even under that unimposing purple polo.

Invisible No More [M] [F] [BBW] [Creampie] [oral]

I’m not a man that asks for much. I love my steaks medium-rare. I like my women big and curvy. I like my music loud with the bass up.

I realized big beautiful double D’s and soft, plump asses were just something I was into during my four years of undergrad. Yet, the more my friends talked about the girls they liked, the surer about my own preferences I became, that I wasn’t in some phase.

See, they preferred tall and thin, with small, shapely tits and ass, with a flat tummy and slender legs. Essentially, your traditional model. Their dicks perking up at a carbon copy template. Don’t get me wrong, I could certainly appreciate the work required to maintain a slender figure and a tight tummy. It just wasn’t for *me*.

I needed a large, spankable ass to fuck, with some big tits to kiss and grip. And plump lips any day of the week. Nothing is more satisfying than a big, beautiful woman under me and watching her tits bounce in rhythm while we fuck.

“Bring A Friend– Actually, Bring Two” [FMMM] [Groupsex] [Anal] [Oral] [swallow] [Creampie]

I’ve taken more cocks inside me than weeks I’ve spent in Seattle.

I’ve only lived here for two weeks.

…And those they were all taken at the same time.

I couldn’t help myself! The past two months saw me finish school with two degrees, get a new job, dump my cheating sack of shit boyfriend, and move cross country. I deserved it!

I met Michael, a tall, dark, sexy muscular man hung like a horse. He worked IT at the office, and the entire time he was setting up my computer, explaining the company drives, folders and other tech stuff I didn’t give a shit about, my eyes were drawn to the thick bulge in his denim. He pretended not to notice, but I knew he did. All day, my panties were soaked, thinking of his cock inside me, pounding me relentlessly like the slut I wish I was.

Actually, the “slut I am” is more accurate.

During lunch, I got to talk with him. I forget how we got on the subject, but he showed me a picture of him and his gorgeous friends. I don’t know what came over me, but I told him “You should come over. Bring your friend. Both of them.”