He was pathetic. His clothes still on, laying there, my creamy wet pussy covering his mouth. I basked in the moment. I came. I dominated and used him for my pleasure. He was my own personal toy. But I wasn’t done. He had no fucking clue that I knew about his little homewrecking whore. He probably thought this was some fun little sex game. One of my kinky, naughty fetishes that I liked to play out. Fuck that. I wiggled myself off his face, down to his chest. I sat on his chest. He was still wearing a tee shirt with one of his dumbass sports team logos on it. I hadn’t let him take off any of his clothes. Only me. And only so I could get pleasure from his mouth. I stared him in the eyes. “Do you like the way I taste?” I asked. He smiled, but no answer. His lips were glistening with the sweet nectar that had escaped me. I leaned down. He tried to meet me halfway, but I forced his head back onto the bed. “Don’t fucking kiss me,” I said. My head bent down farther, and I licked the edge of his lips with my tongue. Tasting myself. I wanted to say, “do I taste better than that fat bitch that you have over when I’m away?” But it wasn’t time for that. Not yet. I repeated, “do you like the way I taste?” Still, no answer, just a smile. “Fine, I guess you need to taste some more.”
Author: sexualcompass
Sharing My Wife; First Remotely and then in Real Life
A few more sessions of watching her cheating sex video while we fucked, made us both want a little more. The way the stranger used her, just for sex, was fucking hot, and amazing to watch. She agreed. I wanted to watch her in person with someone else. I wanted to share my wife, let her be the little slut that she is, in my presence. She was hesitant at first, but as we watched the videos a few more times and had amazingly hot sex during it each and every time, she said she wanted to do it. Great, now what?
We decided that the best way would be to visit a sex club. We did a little research and decided to just do it. She dressed herself up in a very short red dress, a nice color for a a good little slut. Her breasts weren’t popping out but you could tell that she came to play. I donned slacks and a button up, business attire for our night out. We walked in and were greeted by a hostess wearing not much at all. She was definitely nice to look at. The anticipation on the drive there had more than turned me on, and now looking at this 20 something in a flirty little black number with fishnet stocking, and I was more than ready to play.
Revenge on my Cheating Husband
Im turning this into an erotic short of about 12,000 words or so and I’m nearly done. This is part 1 of 5. The other parts can be found at the end of this one. The book will be quite a bit different with a lot more sex, I’ve stopped to touch myself writing it quite a lot! Enjoy all 5 parts. Oh, part 6 is done but it’ll be in the book. I’ll let ya know when it’s complete! Just a few more days!
I came home earlier than expected from a work trip. Why? Who comes home early from a work trip? When a hurricane or tropical storm or whatever grounds your flight and you’re a flight attendant. That’s who. I won’t say where I am from. Not yet. Like I said, I don’t want this getting out. Not yet. I need some advice first. Or a plan. Or a plan and advice. I need something. I’ve been good in my marriage. Really. Despite being a flight attendant, slim, and in shape, and constantly being sought after by pilots, I have stayed true. During my marriage. Not so much before that, but yeah. I’ve only been with my husband since being married. Despite the ample opportunities that have been presented. It’s true. Pilots are something else. The stigma is real. Back to my coming home early. Or is it me coming home early? I’m not sure. I’m a flight attendant, not an English teacher.
My Best Friend’s Dad Inside Me
I didn’t wait for him to answer. I continued walking toward him, toward his desk, and around it. I could see the screen now. It was on pause. A guy was fucking a cheerleader from behind. Pompoms were on the bed, and her skirt was still on. His hands were on her hips; he was halfway inside her. Poor guy, he was on pause. It made me laugh, as if that could happen in real life. The blonde locks of the girl streamed down, covering any part of her side boob that would be visible. I’m sure her hair swayed back and forth with each thrust, allowing for a nice view of her incredible body. I bet her nipples were perfectly erect, and oh-so-suckable. She was hot, and so was he!
Fucking My Best Friend’s Dad
One minute I was in orgasmic bliss, my eyes rolled back, my body arched, and the next I was being whisked across the room. He told me to scoop up my clothes, and I certainly did. What the fuck was about to happen? Bra check, panties check. Cheerleader top; got it! Shoes and skirt? Still on. Phew, ok, I have everything. He pushed me under his desk and held a finger to his mouth. So authoritative. So controlling. So hot! He got his clothes on in a hurry, sat down and finished the zip of his fly just in the nick of time.
I was curled up. My back pressed again the solid oak front plate of the desk. My knees were tucked into my body, pressing on my tits. My nipples were still hard. I clasped my hands around the front of my knees and pulled myself into an even tighter ball. My breathing had slowed from the intense fucking, but my heart raced on, anxious and afraid. Afraid of being caught.
Is My Step Mom Really Touching me There? [FF]
From their, she massaged my legs. She had already hit my calves when I was on my tummy. Her hands moved up to my thighs, kneading my muscles in her hands. Her touch was soft yet firm. So amazing. She went a little higher than usual, pressing deep into my muscles, as her hands slid along the crevice where my hips and legs meet. Still professional, but damn it was kind of turning me on. I spread my legs every so slightly, hoping she would notice but think it was involuntary. She worked her hands like magic, then she came back to the head of the bed. She replenished the oil on her hands and gently began to rub my stomach.
“Some clients like their tummy massaged, some don’t. What about you?”
“Yes please,” I said in a semi unconscious state.
She squirted a bit of oil on my tummy. Some seeped into my navel. She lightly began to touch me. Her hands were like feathers, tickling my tummy ever so slightly. Her hands went lower, to just above the towel. She rubbed me gently and then her hands slid under the towel, just a little. I moaned, I’m sure of it, and spread my legs a little more.
My New Massage Therapist is Who?? [FF]
She squirted a bit of oil on my tummy. Some seeped into my navel. She lightly began to touch me. Her hands were like feathers, tickling my tummy ever so slightly. Her hands went lower, to just above the towel. She rubbed me gently and then her hands slid under the towel, just a little. I moaned, I’m sure of it, and spread my legs a little more. Her hands went farther as she scooted closer to the head of the table. She bent over and moved her hands a little farther. Her fingers were again along the crevice of my hips and upper thighs. I let out a sigh.
“Is that okay?” she whispered.
“Yes, oh yes. It feels amazing,” I stammered back, barely able to get the words out.
“Just relax baby,” she said as her fingers pressed inward, pushing my pussy lips together. Her hands moved back and forth, just along the outside of my vagina. Oil seeped from her hands down my crack toward my ass. She rubbed a little harder. I was panting now, and so turned on.
What happened next and who was my therapist? Click [here](https://sexualcompass.com/2020/02/09/my-new-massage-therapist/) to find out!
[FMFM] Did a fourway make me switch sides? Now I’m dating a girl!
I’m back. I know it’s been a few months since you’ve heard from me, I’ve been busy. But this past week, I have the naughtiest of stories, perhaps the kinkiest I’ve ever been. Oh, and for those of you that have been asking, you finally get to know my real name.
This week has been a blur, and by blur I mean a blur of bodies. Last weekend I went to my best friend’s house for her boyfriend’s 30th birthday party. Her boyfriend, ah, I’ve stared at my ceiling and fucked myself with a toy with images of him on more than one occasion. I want nothing more than for him to ravish me, behind Amy’s back of course. I want his lips on every inch of my body and his cock wherever the fuck he wants to put it. I want him to make me his own.
[FF] First Time Going to Bed, and Waking Up, With Another Girl!
Her soft, delicate hand wandered down my body in the direction that I pushed away, down from my breasts, tickling my flat tummy and lower. Her tongue swirled around in my mouth, playing with mine. She found my button and pressed it. For the second time that week another girl wasted no time in finding my clit. It must be instinctive. She knew she found it when my lips released hers, and I collapsed onto my back, pulling her down with me. She was on top of me now, and kissed my lips, but not for long. She slid down my body, using her tongue the entire way. Her skin was soft, not like a man’s. Her smell was divine; fresh cut roses in the springtime.
Julie’s tongue found my areolas, and she began to play. I certainly didn’t mind. The way her lips wrapped around my nipples and the light suck she gave made me tingle with wetness. She gave each their proper attention, making certain they were both standing tall. Perfectly pink nipples, she would say later. Her hands moved around to the small of my back and she arched me just a little. Her mouth went lower, kissing every square inch of my tummy. She played with my belly button long enough to know it tickled, and then she kissed lower.
Not My Yellow Panties [Suspicion] [Betrayal]
I came home earlier than expected from a work trip. Why? Who comes home early from a work trip? When a hurricane or tropical storm or whatever grounds your flight and you’re a flight attendant. That’s who. I won’t say where I am from. Not yet. Like I said, I don’t want this getting out. Not yet. I need some advice first. Or a plan. Or a plan and advice. I need something. I’ve been good in my marriage. Really. Despite being a flight attendant, slim, and in shape, and constantly being sought after by pilots, I have stayed true. During my marriage. Not so much before that, but yeah. I’ve only been with my husband since being married. Despite the ample opportunities that have been presented. It’s true. Pilots are something else. The stigma is real. Back to my coming home early. Or is it me coming home early? I’m not sure. I’m a flight attendant, not an English teacher.