Milky MILFY Leanne [FM] [Lactation] [ANR] [Adult breastfeeding] [OC]

Just then there was a soft knock at the door. It must be her friend, the manager. There is an unspoken rule that other employees are never to disturb Leanne while she’s in the office—hence the sign “Women at Work”!

Assuming it’s her friend, she called out, “Come in!”

The door opened a crack, which was puzzling because if it was her friend, she would just slip in quickly and close the door behind her for privacy.

A quiet male voice muttered from behind the door, “Uh, Leanne, it’s Kenny. I’m really, really sorry to disturb you, but the manager said to tell you…”

However, with all the noise from the restaurant, she couldn’t make out what he was saying. “What!?! Is that you, Kenny?? I can’t hear you… Just step inside but keep your gaze forward, hon.”

Kenny tentatively stepped inside, and as instructed, kept his line of vision trained in the direction of the hallway and repeated what he was saying, “… to tell you the waitress who missed her bus just made it in and will cover for you. When you come back out, she’ll open her station then. The manager said to take the time you nee…”

A Rimming for His Niece [F/M] [Ass play] [uncle + niece] [Incest]? [OC]

I wake up with a splitting headache. I never did get that glass of water after I got up for a piss last night.

My heart sinks a little as I recall unintentionally eavesdropping on my just-turned-18 niece Jane late last night as I was passing her room and heard her play with herself while coaxing her imaginary lover to rim her out, while she masturbated with a vibrator in real life. Moments later, I heard my name and realized she was actually fantasizing about me, and despite all good judgment, I jacked myself off in my boxers standing right outside her door. I came hard visualizing licking out a teenage girl’s ass.

Anyway, I came hard in my shorts and hustled back to my room to clean up, then was worried I might run into her in the corridor so never made it down to the kitchen. My God, I had no inkling she harbored such thoughts about me. Truly, I’m still hoping it was from all the wine and brandy we had last night on our special dinner for a belated celebration of her 18th birthday.

“Make Her Cum without Fucking” [F/M] [Oral] [Nip stim] [Clit stim]

CLAIRE…

Yep, he is exactly as hot as he looked from afar. Like a younger, darker Bruce Greenwood. Quietly charming, with a hint of wolf. I’m standing in the pool on his end making small talk while I’m replaying my little fantasy from before and, even in the water, I can feel my pussy creaming. I lazily stroke my mound as he teases me about my romance writing. There was a time I would share that I wrote erotica, but inevitably people would get all squirrelly and weird. So now I say I write romance and suffer the slight indignity, but it’s much simpler this way.

Hmmmm, so, Jake. I’m showering, getting ready for our dinner and, of course, I’m horny because I haven’t had cock for 6 months. Dildos are great, but nothing like an actual, real-life cock filling up all my tight spots. Not sure I want to break my fast on this trip, and anyway I already set the tone with Jake. Of course, I know that telling him I’m not available likely just made me more enticing. Not my intention, and nothing I can do about it. I just hate being a tease. And I hate to dine out alone.

[FM] Mile High Club – Rimming

This happened years ago, on the way back from a year of exchange study in France, on a flight from Nice to Atlanta.

Oh, boy. I know you hear this all the time with these true-story forums, but seriously I have never (I mean, never, not even to my best friend) told anyone this story. I had just spent 10 months in Aix on foreign exchange study, the year between junior and senior year of college. At the time of this incident, I assure you I was not a wee innocent co-ed. I used to wait tables and had my fair share of hook-ups, not to mention all the fooling around that goes on when you’re at university. Add to that, an American girl in France is always very popular. All this to say, I wasn’t a wide-eyed girl.

“High-School Senior Explores Ass Play” [F] [Masturbation] [Anal] [Solo] [18+] [OC]

Confession: I’m an 18-yr-old girl, and I love to touch my backside when I play with myself. I do love getting my pussy licked, and I can only imagine how good it must feel to have my tight ass hole licked, too… sounds really perverted but amazing. I know anal is big now, and I’ve had sex with boys only a few times and have yet to work up the courage to ask them to lick me there.

But more and more when I masturbate now, I would dip a fingertip and probe myself there. The first time, swear to God, I smelled my finger to make sure it wasn’t gross. Well, it wasn’t, and actually my own scent kinda turned me on. After a few weeks of doing this, eventually I had practically a whole finger up there, using my pussy cream as lube. What a weird feeling, probing your own ass. Feels awesome, though.

I don’t have a steady boyfriend right now. I’m getting ready to go to Europe for 9 months as an au pair, so it seems silly to get serious then have to carry on a long-distance relationship, or pretend to. But I do see two boys on a regular basis and have gone all the way with both, practicing safe sex, of course.

“Lingerie Shop in Greenwich Village” [voyeur] [anal] [lingerie] [F/M] [OC]

I like to watch.

As the female owner of a very exclusive lingerie shop in the Village, I am witness to the gamut of lingerie shopping scenarios: Young professional women buying their first good bra. New moms looking to regain their confidence post baby. Older, affluent women who know what they want and don’t mind what they spend. These women, I aim to assist with the pure intention of having them leave feeling beautiful and confident.

But for the voyeur—or *voyeuse*—in me, I enjoy watching couples who come in shopping for sweet nothings, and believing no one is paying attention, get it on in the dressing room. In truth, owning this shop is a hobby for me. I married well, was sadly widowed, and between my inheritance and investments, I never need to work again. My dear husband and I loved lingerie play, and I kept quite the collection for our mutual pleasure—corsets and merry widows, garters and stockings, peekaboo panties, you name it.

“Creampie in the Wine Valley” [F/M] [Anal] [Coworker sex]

It’s not even noon yet, and I’ve already come twice and been well fucked every which way by my co-worker crush, Marc. To call him a co-worker though doesn’t paint the whole picture. He is a high-powered managing partner of the law firm I work for. I am the communications director based in Chicago, while he’s in New York. So even though we’ve been at the same firm for years, he’s only been on my radar in the past few months, thanks to my traveling more frequently to HQ.

The firm just had an all-hands retreat at a 5-star resort in Napa and after fantasizing HARD about Marc for several weeks now, not to mention abusing myself with my toy collection while thinking of him, it was revealed to us both by happenstance only yesterday that we’ve been mutually fantasizing about each other.

So here I am in the king-sized bed of his suite, which looks like it could be the Presidential suite. After sampling all my bits and making me come twice (so fuckin’ hot) and plundering all my openings with his fat cock, he gifted me a bucket of his warm cum deep in my rectum. We had dozed off, and I’m just now waking up to my favorite scenario. Spooning with a wonderful lover with his heavy cock resting between my inner thighs.

“His First Taste of Rimming” [M/F] [rimming] [first time] [cousin] [incest]

One time, when my cousin Gwen and I were in senior year of high school, we were home alone one afternoon and snooping around in my parents’ bedroom. The bottom drawer of the bedside table was locked, which was weird to us because no cabinets were ever locked in our household growing up. My parents were always super open, being ex-hippies.

So, of course, being mischievous teenagers, we picked it open with a hairpin. Needless to say, it was not a sturdy lock. Lo and behold, we found my parents’ cache of porn. It was the 90s when this occurred, so the porn would have been from the 80s. Most of the women still sported full bushes, and the camera’s focus was soft.

I don’t think Gwen had had sex yet, and I had only gotten to second base with the girl I was dating. Anyway, the discovery cracked us up, and we started leafing through the magazines. Looking back, it was all rather innocent—the porn as well as what we were doing. Porn today is so hardcore… as am I. But more on that later.

Missed Connection on the NYC Subway [FM]

^(I’ve fictionalized this into a story—link in Comments. The below is an account of how it all started…)

It was a warm day in September, much like today, and I had just come from a hot yoga class in downtown Brooklyn. Showered and headed to work in Manhattan on one of the most crowded subway lines in the city, I waited for two trains to pass before I could even board one. This probably sounds unreal to suburbanites, but this is a common occurrence. Forget about even getting a seat. Strictly standing room only.

I had strategically waited at the end of the platform, where the last car on my line is usually a little less packed, but all the cars are packed today. Oh, well. As the doors glide open, I hop on and maneuver my way towards the end wall. Random commuters on all sides. I did quickly notice one cute guy who didn’t look like he was going to the office. Slightly damp hair probably from a shower, but his clothes, while clean, didn’t look laundry-fresh, if you catch my meaning. He definitely looked like he was coming home from spending the night somewhere. Total fox, though. Dark hair, slouchy jeans, T-shirt, hazel eyes. All this I surmised before the subway doors closed. I am a single girl in the city, after all.

4-Handed Massage for Her [F/M] [massage] [fingering] [oral] [anal]

^(Note: This story was published earlier this year under the title “Five Alive Plus” on) *^(Literotica)* ^(under my alt, POVscribe.)

It’s been nearly 2 months since my #fivealive full-release massage. When a friend told me about the midtown spa that offered backdoor ladies’ massage services, I didn’t anticipate that meant my backdoor. What I got was a fantastic massage with all kinds of special treatment.

When I left that day, I was so sure I was going to book regular “treatments,” but as life would have it, there were many changes at work and I found myself traveling a lot. On my many trips, when I had a minute, I would idly Google the typical terms—”happy ending,” “ladies’ massage,” etc.—but nothing would come up that seemed to match the experience I had: a hot, hung masseur who not only gave me a fantastic legit massage but also a rimming within an inch of my life, pumped my mouth full of warm cum, and gave me a teeth-gritting orgasm with his tongue in my pussy and his fingers in my ass, while working my clit with a strong vibe. Worth every penny.