Sniffing Around [35M/26F] [Sex shop, ass sniffing, hard cock pills, cheating, strange pussy, huge load]

I was standing at the counter at Christie’s, the sex shop right down the street from my house, when the short brunette with the petite ass came out of the back room to check me out.

“Are you ready?” She asked, skipping over toward me.

My fiance was coming back into town that day (I hadn’t seen her in over a month since she’d been gone on a work project), and I’d gotten it into my mind that I really wanted to spice up our foreplay with a sex game. Though my fiance, Stacy, is more of a no-nonsense type (some might call her a prude, or even a bitch) I thought that if she went with me on this, it would be super sexy.

“I’m ready,” I said, standing there with the sex game I’d picked out: “Sniffing Around”, laying there on the countertop.

“I’ve heard this game is really crazy,” the checkout girl said. I caught a glimpse of her small but tight cleavage and noticed her name tag. Her name was Bailey.

“Crazy how?” I asked. (I didn’t want anything overly crazy.)

The Nut Spill [M26/F35] [Erotic massage, edging, huge load, breeding]

I sat in the lobby of the carpeted massage parlor in a comfy chair and waited for my name to be called. I wouldn’t say there were porn magazines laying around to look at, but some of the content I found in the lobby was fairly sexual.

I was intrigued by a sex therapy magazine, and I was flipping through it when a thick but fairly short brunette (MILF) in white scrubs came to the door and interrupted my reading by calling my name. “Bryan,” she smiled.

I followed her back to a room in the back, watching her voluptuous ass bounce from side to side as her hips rolled and beckoned me to follow.

She led me into a small darkly-lit room (lit completely by candlelight) where meditation music played softly, and the woman introduced herself as Elizabeth.

“Go ahead and get undressed,” Elizabeth said. “Lay face down on the table with this towel over you, and I’ll come back in a couple of minutes.”

Elizabeth left the room and I undressed completely. I folded my clothes neatly and laid them on a chair beside the padded massage bed. (My boxer briefs lay folded neatly on top.)

Snowed in with Blue Balls [M28/F32] [Cuckold, breeding, edging, dubcon, surprise anal, DP]

I arrived at the small cabin in the mountains just outside Durango as the snow storm began.

There was already a good amount of snow accumulated, but I knew that, given the forecast and this sudden flurry, I would likely be snowed in for the better part of a week.

I’d gone up to the cabins for a meet-up with a girl I’d been talking to on Tinder, but I found out Saturday night (the night I arrived) that she wasn’t going to get out and brave the storm. Needless to say, I was bummed.

A little bar across the street was the only bit of civilization for miles, and it happened to be open that night, because (as I later found out) the owner lived upstairs and opened it every night, rain or shine, for the guests in the surrounding cabins.

I went in that first night thinking the only patrons would be from the seven small cabins (one of which I was staying in) across the street.

I was wrong.

The New Year’s Eve Party (Part 2 of 2)…(Christmas Party Swap continued) [M/F 20s-30s, swingers, cuckold, cheating]

“Hey, you sexy motherfuckers!” Aly’s voice rang across the classic lobby of the historic downtown hotel.

It was New Year’s Eve, and the lobby was teeming with men and women dressed to the nines, in tuxes, suits, and classic gowns.

The six of us—My wife and I, along with Ben, Alex, Aly, and Margot—had decided to get together again. (It was the first time we had seen each other since our Christmas party couples swap.)

“Let’s get fucking naked!” Aly announced in the lobby to everyone within earshot. Some couples turned to look at us, more than a little curious, while others ignored us and went about their business.

“Jesus, Aly,” Ben said, trying to gain some semblance of control—Clearly no one had drank as much as Aly at this point, though we had all been pre-gaming for a couple of hours now. “Let’s go up to our room and plan this whole ordeal out.”

We entered Ben and Alex’s room, and we all jumped as a cork popped from a champagne bottle—Aly held the bottle and laughed as champagne flowed over the sides onto the carpet, and the rest of us knew, whether we allowed ourselves to know it fully or not—that the night was going to be one for the books.

What Can Brown Do For You? [M35/F28] [Delivery driver, surprise, anal, milking]

I was sitting on the couch in my flannel pajama pants and my favorite oversized sweatshirt, enjoying a cup of hot coffee and watching the snow swirl out in the frigid north wind, when I saw Ava (for the first time in so long) walking up to my house with my package.

Her UPS truck idled at the curb and was so snow-covered that I could barely make out the brown paint behind the thick coat of white.

I had gotten in the habit of making regular online purchases nearly a year ago when I’d struck up a conversation with Ava and she’d told me my house was the last on her route. Now, I made sure I ordered something at least once a week (Of course, I wanted to see her every day, but I didn’t want to order so much that it was creepy), and she had gotten in the habit of coming in to warm her bones by my fireplace with a cup of hot coffee on cold days like today.

Ava had been working pregnant toward the end of summer—We’d talked about her coming baby and the time off she would be taking for maternity leave—And once she’d had her baby in late September, she had disappeared and a guy named Chris had taken her route.

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Putting the Bare Ass in Embarrassed [25M/F/F] [Embarrassed girls, asses, SexCon, cheating]

When my girlfriend finally agreed to go to SexCon in LA, I was elated. The fact that her best friend Emma was going with us made me shake with anticipation and excitement at the prospect of anything that might happen between us, fueled by all the sex games and exhibits we would be surrounded by for three full days and nights.

Madison and Emma had been best friends since elementary school, so Emma and I had obviously gotten to know each other quite well since I have been dating Madison for three years now.

I’ve only recently developed a crush on Emma when I’d accidentally stumbled across a pair of her dirty panties in her bathroom while Madison and I were over at her house a few weeks ago.

SexCons weren’t exactly something Madison or I would have stumbled onto on our own—Emma, however, had been reading erotic fan fiction for years, and finally let it slip to Madison a while back that there was a SexCon she had planned to go to, and that we should go with her so she didn’t have to try to navigate LA on her own.

My Crush’s Dirty Panties [35M/25F, panty sniffing, masturbation, huge load]

I knocked on the door of the cabin where my crush and her husband were staying during our weekend away at the lake. Her husband answered the door, asked if I wanted a beer, and we drank in the small kitchenette until I had to take a piss.

When I entered their small bathroom, the first thing I noticed was the tiny mound of fabric on the hardwood floor that could only be one thing: Her discarded panties.

I began to shake uncontrollably. I opted to sit down on the toilet to piss—My knees were too weak! I stared at the skimpy panties on the floor, and I wondered if this might not be too good to be true.

If I touched the panties, would I be able to get them back in a believable position? If I took too long and the panties appeared to have been left in an unnatural position, would I be found out? And what if they were clean? Surely they had been worn to have been discarded like that, but would there be a smell? If not, my risk would be for nothing.

The Spank Bank [36/M, sperm bank, naughty nurse, ass sniffing]

For the past several months, my wife and I have been trying to get pregnant.

I knew she was serious when she’d downloaded an app on her phone that would tell her the days of the month which gave us highest likelihood of conceiving.

We have been married for only a couple of years, and I am still very much attracted to her, so it’s been no chore—We’ve tried everything: Fucking in the kitchen, humping in the back yard, making love in the bedroom.

I’ve ridden her ass, I’ve buried my cock in her cunt missionary-style, and I’ve humped away at her like a pubescent boy getting a lucky crack at a MILF with her legs spread wide.

Each and every time, I’ve sprayed my warm nut deep inside her, but so far, no luck.

On Monday of last week, our doctor sent me to a sperm bank where I would “give a sample” (jack off under pressure) so that they would be able to test my sperm count.

“If you’re shooting blanks,” my wife had said right before I’d left the house, “I swear to Christ you’re going to have to find me a fucking bull with a big ass dong to nut inside me.”

The Prude Girl’s Huge Clit [35M/22F, Prude, virgin, arousal, temptation]

Mary Nowata had been a student of mine just four short years ago. She’d had long, straight hair back then—straight black hair that fell halfway down her back, no tits to speak of, and relatively no hips, either, or so it seemed.

As a student, she had always been something of a pain in my ass, a staunch Christian—Basically a Puritan (a prude, to put it lightly)—and she’d never failed come into my room every morning before school to confess to me, to lay upon me her many sins and failings, or to just vent about how her friends were all heathens who didn’t understand her.

She’d never had boyfriends in high school (What would she have done with them?), and she’d always, for some reason, come to me for advice. I always wished I could have gotten it into her thick skull that she just needed to let it go and do what made her happy. She’d been so afraid of going to hell that she’d never allowed herself to enjoy life.

Once she’d graduated, we’d lost touch.

My Sunday Morning Shorty #2 [M32/F19, morning sex, surprise sex, anal]

I lay in bed, slowly stroking my hard morning cock.

I haven’t ejaculated in seven days, since the morning one week ago when I’d accidentally nutted in Emily’s pussy.

You may remember that my agreement with my Sunday morning shorty, the Emily I’ve just referred to (who is only 4’11”), is that I can touch myself throughout the week, but I can’t ejaculate—That is, not if I want her Sunday morning services…

“I’ll know if you jack off,” she’d said when we first started playing around a few short weeks ago. “I know exactly how much cum to expect from your horny ass.”

I lay beneath my bed sheets, frustrated, leaking precum all over myself and all over my sheets, waiting for the key to turn in my front door lock. I haven’t seen Emily all week—Not in the parking lot, not on the stairs, not outside our apartments, and I have allowed negative thoughts to slowly creep in.

What if she doesn’t show up this morning?

What if I never see her again?

I hate to admit it, but I’ve become somewhat infatuated with her since she’d left me last week with my nut still inside her. If she doesn’t show up today, I don’t know what I’ll do.