Author: hornyauthorthrowaway

deepthroating [MF] [oral] [based on true events]

I planned to deepthroat him if he let me suck his dick, so once he pulled his shorts down to reveal a gorgeous 7 inch cut cock, I didn’t hesitate. I started with basic licks and sucks to get his cock wet with my drool before taking him into my throat. I was rather out of practice, so I gagged, but he loved the feeling of me constricting around him as I choked. We were in his car so it wasn’t a perfect angle (him in the driver’s seat, me leaning over the center console), but he managed to thrust up. It wasn’t exactly a brutal face fuck, but he pinned my head down and rutted into my mouth.

I loved hearing him use me; the wet, slick sound of my throat being pounded with his dick, him moaning my name and saying, again and again, “Oh shit oh shit”. I let him cum that way and swallowed it all. When I sat up, he told me no had ever made him cum from oral alone. I smiled. He wasn’t my first to tell me that and I prided myself on that fact. Read more »

a quick meal (MF) (oral) (true story)

I took hold of his hair by the back of the head and shoved him forward so his face was mushed right up against my wet cunt. He opened his mouth instinctively and lapped at my hole, licked my clit. We were in his best friend’s garage, with the door open which faced the road. His best friend’s parents were home and directly above us in the house.

I covered my mouth with my free hand to keep from making too much noise. He whimpered between my thighs, hard as a rock in his constrictive jeans. He was so eager to be eating me out, his nose was pressed directly to my pubic mound. I could hear the wet noise of my cunt being slobbered on and it felt like fucking heaven.

I could hear people moving around upstairs and I yanked his hair harder, trying to get him impossibly deeper in my cunt. My legs were getting shaky in the awkward standing position we were in, barely hidden between various lawn tools and the family bicycles. Read more »

taking the knot [MF] [FemDom] [pegging] [anal] [based on true events]

I shoved him down in the backseat of his car and yanked his jeans down the rest of the way. His ass was pale and completely shaven smooth. While I uncapped the lube, I ran a few fingers along his opening, touched the soft skin of his heavy balls. Just that action had him whimpering. I slicked my strap with my left hand and what excess I had leftover, I wiped rather carelessly on his hole.

I didn’t ask any questions. Didn’t tell him it was go time: he knew, he was willing.

I lined the cock head up and guided my hard, platinum silicone toy into his ass up to the knot using my hand. He sighed and given we were in a sort of missionary position, I was able to look at him and see his eyes rolling back in his head. It had been a long time since he’d been properly piped and I was eager to change that. I gave a few experimental thrusts. I couldn’t feel his tightness, but I was acutely aware of it, somehow, able to gauge his grip as I pulled back to push back in. Read more »

the pleasure of pegging [MF] [anal] [FDom]

You reach to the bedside table and grab the bottle of lube, squirting a decent amount onto your translucent-red strap. It stands proudly at 7 inches, glistening, bobbing each time you move in the slightest. It’s not your biggest, but it’s not a toy for beginners, either.

Before setting the lube aside, you drizzle some onto your partner’s waiting hole. He gasps at the sudden, cold wetness and wiggles his hips back and forth. You crook a finger inside him and he sighs, pushing his face further into the pillow as you tease him.

Extracting your finger, you knee-walk forward so your thighs are pressed against his, your strap hotdogging his spread ass cheeks. It’s a powerful sight and your cunt pulses with excitement, hot and wet under the leather of your harness.

Muffled, your boyfriend whimpers out, “Please…”

You smack his ass lightly. “Please what, pretty boy?”

He whines. “Please, ma’am.”

You hum your approval, the title coiling an intense heat in your gut. “That’s better.” You grip the base of your dildo and move the head over his pink, winking asshole before gently pushing the tip in. He practically mewls beneath you and once you’re past that first push, the single ring of resisting muscle, you glide in smoothly. Read more »

punk show special [MF] [oral] [anon] [public]

It starts with grinding during the show. You’re pushed right about against the front row barrier, a fist in the air, and loving it. The heat of other bodies, the flashing lights, the music pumping through you.

It’s no surprise punk shows get you hot and drippy. It’s like a shot of adrenaline right to the brain.

A hard cock starts pressing into your ass, sandwiched tightly between your cheeks through the tight cut-off jeans you’re wearing. Whoever is behind you, he’s big and he’s stiff as a rock. You glance to your left, your right, but everyone seems to be completely engrossed in moshing or watching the show. You let the stranger rut a couple of times more against you before you decide he wants this, it’s not just an accident, and you push your rear out, practically presenting.

A large hand slides up your hip and rests at the top hem of your shorts, grabbing tight, and pulling you flush to his tall, hot body. You lean all your weight to the barrier, one arm resting on it, while the other snakes down between your legs, and you grind into the flat of your palm. Read more »

no such thing as a wrong hole [MF] [anal] [oral] [anon]

You weren’t too tipsy yet. You’d only agreed to go to the bar with your girlfriends because it meant getting you out of the house for a bit. No plans to get smashed, but oh, that was changing quickly.

The anonymous man has his hand to the small of your back and the feeling of his warm touch seeping through your pencil skirt already has your clit at attention. Little tingles ping-pong through you, your cunt slippery with arousal.

Gently, you take him by the wrist. You lower his palm until he has a good handful of your left ass cheek and without hesitation, he squeezes. He steps closer to you, chuckles in your ear. “Naughty girl, aren’t we?” he husks.

“Yes, sir,” you answer honestly.

“Good. I like that.”

The walk to his place isn’t far. Only a couple blocks and then you’re at the steps of a nice looking brick-built apartment. His hand reluctantly slips away as he gets out his keys.

You’re glad you didn’t wear panties. The slick rub of your thighs only gets you hotter. Read more »