luckyboy_BG, Author at NSFW story

The Kid Hits the Gym

It’s been nearly a year since the Kid started his new job, and things have gone pretty well. He’d plowed his way through every hottie at work and in his new apartment building, and even established a couple of new regulars (hello Lindsay and Issa). It was going on two years now that he’d been working out regularly and now, he was flat out muscle-bound. The Kid is about 5’10”, but these days his thick sculpted muscles make him look pretty big, and he recently thought to himself that his body had finally caught up to his dick.

Oh, and The Kid’s huge cock was as strong as ever. Between boning Lindsay and Issa’s tight pussies on the regular, and doing the male version of Kegels daily, he could pound for hours at a time and cum only when he wanted to. Speaking of which, his big balls were positively overflowing, making him constantly horny, and he could pump out an obscene amount of cum these days. Basically, we should probably stop calling him the Kid and start calling him the Man. Read more »

SARAH HAS BIG VINCE

***This situation has only eventuated in recent years. I had often told my man I fantasised about having a third man to sexually pleasure and be pleasured, though I lacked the initiative to make it happen. And of course his fantasy was another woman.***

I am Sarah, of French descent, bilingual, fluent in both French and English and as I recently discovered with a little prompting from my man, bi-sexual, though I didn’t need a great deal of prompting. I am to please and be pleased sexually. I love being licked and teased and I love having a second man every four weeks or so, not mention another woman as a balance for my man – and me.

Then while my man was away for a short business trip he emailed me:

“You are to pleasure and be pleasured, the thought of a threesome situation with a third man (toy boy) for your sexual gratification and enjoyment has strong appeal.”

He took the trouble to provide a list of three-way scenarios and asked me which ones I preferred, which really piqued my interest and I replied with a short list. Read more »

Rough Night with Mollie

“Hey love!”

“Hey babe!” Mollie replied, her eyes not moving from the TV.

“Whatcha watching?” I said, hanging up my jacket.

“Shhhh” she replied quickly, her eyes still glued to the TV.

I sighed, knowing she was already too far into the show to be distracted. “Two to one she is watching was Island of Love,” I thought to myself, although Love in the Tropics was the other contender. Either way I think she would throw me out the window if I changed the channel. I took off my shoes and sat down on the couch next to her. She gently cuddled into me, still entirely focused on the show.

“Alright Erik, the decision is yours. Will you give a rose to Jenny or Bella? You will be coupled up with whichever girl you choose for the rest of your time in the Villa?” The camera panned toward the two women. Both of them were in bikinis that left little to the imagination. Jenny had a light blue top that essentially only covered her nipples and a thong, while Bella was wearing a red one that, while slightly more conservative, felt obscene with her large fake bust spilling out of it. Dramatic music sounded as the screen went black. They always separate these things with a commercial break. Read more »

It began with a hole

There is a hole in my wall, it has always been there, however it is only recently that I discovered the potential it holds. Usually it is hidden behind my bed board, but this summer when I rearranged my room I found it and I also discovered what was on the otherside. Before I continue I should tell you who I am; my name is Ryan, I’m 15 and a bit of a tech geek, I live with my mom Kerry and my sister Chloe. My mom is in her late 30’s but still as beautiful as ever and my sister is 14, with lovely, long blond hair, blue eyes and 30C breasts, with an equally delicious ass to go along with it. We live in a small 3 bedroom house in Oxford, Massachusetts. As our house only had one bathroom, we seemed to be always on top of each other, it seemed that no sooner had one person got in, that everyone else was banging on the door wanting to get in there as well. However despite this we were a very tight unit. Anyway back to the story. So as I was saying, when I moved my bed I found a hole in my wall, about waist height and half an inch in diameter. When I looked through it I could see straight into Chloe’s room. Initially I was surprised that Chloe had not noticed it before, but then again it was situated right next to the chest of draws in her room and in the state her room was usually in, I would imagine that it was pretty easy not to notice a tiny hole. Read more »

The office fantasy

I walk into his office, partly to discuss work, partly to spend a few moments with him. He is sitting in his chair, busy, staring at the computer, occasionally looking down at the keyboard typing away. I wait, watching him, eventually he looks up at me, our eyes meet and lock for a few seconds. I am a sucker for him, his eyes, making me melt everytime. I see us in his eyes, the kisses, touches, and intimate moments we have shared.

Everytime I look at him, a vivid scene plays out in my head. I walk over to him, willingly lets me push him back in his chair. I climb on his lap, facing him, one leg on each side. His lap being my favorite place to sit. I lift my hands, placing them on the sides of his face, as I pull into him. Gently our lips come together, fitting like pieces of a puzzle, his meant to fit perfectly with mine. Tasting each other as we kiss, tastes like heaven to me. I feel so warm and wet between my legs, she has a heartbeat for him. I can feel him growing and throbbing for me. He pulls my shirt up and off, I do the same for him. He removes my bra, and sits back for a moment gazing upping my triple D breasts. He places his hands on my breasts, then taking them one at a time into his mouth. Sucking and pinching each one with precision, knowing just how to turn me on, and how much it makes my pussy wet. I love to watch him enjoy my breasts, such a beautiful sight. I need him. Read more »

At Long Last – My Birthday Present

It was hot. It was my birthday.

Sara told me where to meet.

Was this really going to be as good as she had suggested? Only time would tell.

When I saw her sitting on the bench at High Park…Sara looked better than I had ever seen her before…and she was stunning from the first day I had seen her a few years back. We had teased and flirted and played a little over the years, but this may finally be the day I have been dreaming about.

Sara was wearing a one piece outfit that miraculously covered everything but still showed off her unbelievable breasts. They were begging to be unveiled and sucked hungrily.

She was dark and tanned. She was slim and strong.

She was more than a little wasted…but that could be fun. She seemed to be in a very chill and relaxed mood.

What was amazing to me is that I had seen her once in well over a year, yet it seemed like we just saw each other the week before. Read more »

Camping Trip

“So how did you like your first day of camping honey?” Ted asked his wife Patti while he put more wood on the camp fire. He had surprised her early that morning with a four day camping trip. She had never been camping and he wanted to get at least one camping trip in before it got too cold.

He had everything planned out, they found a nice secluded spot near a stream with beautiful views of the trees changing colors. It was mid October and not too cold yet.

“Well it’s fun so far,” she said watching the fire, “sorry about almost burning dinner honey.” She said thinking about the steaks getting a little well done.

“Oh it’s alright, you’ll get used to it.”

“But the steaks caught fire.” she said with a sigh, trying not to laugh. “I feel like I wasn’t very much help to you today.”

“I’ve always like crunchy steaks,” he said with a chuckle, “No, you did really good baby.”

“Well I don’t know I wasn’t much help pitching the tent.” Read more »

You Get What You Paid For

The closer it gets to 5 PM, the longer I stare at the clock, silently begging for it to move faster. “C’mon, minute hand,” I think. “I believe in you.” Not that I hate my job. In fact, I love working in IT. Flexible hours, lax office environment, and I have a knack for computers so my job isn’t exactly difficult. But I don’t get enjoyment out of the typical routines anymore. I haven’t for about a year.

Dave pops in and taps on the top of my cubicle, grinning at me over the partition. “Wakey wakey,” he says.

I blink a few times, smiling slightly. “Just one more minute.” It’s 4:59. So close.

“Just one more minute until… you come out with us?” he asks suggestively.

“Don’t tell me…”

“We’re getting drinks,” Dave says, and I sigh. I know exactly what he means when he says “drinks.” It means him and the Boys (or at least, that’s what they call themselves as a collective) are going to throw back a few shots of Jim Beam and peruse the local strip club. Read more »