Julie’s first kiss with a girl wasn’t her last. Our first kiss on the sofa in the wine bar lasted more than a few seconds. I broke our lip-lock, smiled, and relished the taste of her lips. I didn’t want to attract a crowd. She was blushing and smiled back. “That was, mmm, nice,” she whispered, “I want more.” She leaned into me and frenched me again. God her lips were divine. I felt her up as we kissed, squeezing her breasts through her devilishly sexy dress as our tongues touched. Our lips parted. Another drink of wine. The waitress came over shortly after and asked if we needed refills. In unison, we both said, “just the check please.”
Author: sexualcompass
They Came Home while my Best Friend’s Dad was Fucking Me. Did We Get Caught?!
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!
My Best Friend’s Dad #3, Caught or Not?
His cock was rock hard as it slowly penetrated my teenage flower. My lips parted, taking him in. He was so fucking big. It hurt, a little, but certainly not in a bad way. He wasn’t all the way in, he was going super slow. He was deliberate and delicate with me; like I was a fragile work of Venetian glass. He split me a little wider, and then, we both froze. We heard the front door open and chatter coming from the foyer. It was Amanda and her mom. “Holy fuck,” I said in a loud whisper. His cock flew out of me, he grabbed my hand, and…see what happens next [here](https://sexualcompass.com/2019/11/06/my-best-friends-dad-part-3-caught-or-not/)
Is He Going to Stretch my Tiny Little Ass for the First Time?!
He is usually sweet, but sometimes I like to disobey, and let him put me in my place. This one of those nights. And he must’ve been really mad! He did stretched every orifice including, well, [see for yourself](https://sexualcompass.com/2019/10/24/punished/).
My Best Friend’s Dad [Teen]
My family moved from California to Texas four years ago, during the summer before my freshman year. Entering high school was going to be hard enough, but to do it in a completely different town, a completely different state, I wasn’t so sure. Amanda made it easy. I met Amanda the day after we moved in. July, in Texas, is hot; the sun lives here, I swear. The doorbell rang, I opened the door, and there she was. Amanda. Wearing shorter shorts than we wear in Cali, a skimpy little tank top that halfway covered her bikini top. She was 14, same age as me. That afternoon she would become my first friend in my new home.
Freshman year breezed by, thanks to Amanda. We played together, studied together, talked about boys together. Our bodies became more developed, filling out our bikinis a bit more nicely. We were both on the volleyball team, skipping cheerleader tryouts, at least for freshman year. Sophomore year was more of the same. Amanda talked me into trying out for cheerleader. We both made it! More studying together and talking about boys, and practicing our cheers. My first kiss, my first real kiss, was with her. It wasn’t a lesbian type kiss or anything. Neither of us had ever kissed a boy, and Amanda had a huge crush on this guy, I don’t remember his name, but he asked her to Spring Fling. She was freaking out.
Sex Before Dinner—Stocking Drove Him Wild! [MF]
We bought tickets to the ballet. Romeo and Juliet. How romantic! A nice dinner, a show of two lovers that…well, you know the story. I won’t rehash Shakespeare’s work here. The night of the performance I dolled myself up quite nice. My makeup was working better than usual, my eyes popped, and my hair was perfect (that’s a first!). I had the sexiest dress for the occasion, complete with stockings and heels. Stockings drive my husband nuts. I didn’t want Juliet being the star of the entire evening. I walked into the waft of his favorite perfume, and of course my nether regions were fresh, trim, and ready for sex! Silk pink panties were hidden by my sexy black dress. After all, a little color never hurts.
My Best Friend’s Dad. [Teen]
I was Little Red Riding Hood and my costume oozed with anything but innocence. Wouldn’t you know, Big Bad Wolf was at the party too. He was tall, super hot, and his costume was amazing. I had no idea who he was, but by the end of the night I knew what his lips tasted like. He pulled me into the library (their house is magnificent), closed the door, and we made out for quite a while. He began to kiss my neck and I didn’t stop him. His mouth went lower and lower, and I leaned back on the mahogany colored leather sofa, arched my back and moaned.
His mouth got to the top edge of the red lace that was peeking from my white linen top, and he traced his tongue along the edge. I remember thinking this is it, I am about to be fucked for the first time, at a Halloween party, by the Big Bad Wolf. And I was more than fine with it. In my mind, I was begging for it. I wanted him, whoever ‘him’ was. His paw squeezed my tits through my top, hard. I sighed, heavily, and told him to not stop. He looked at me in the eyes, and said…find out what he said, and what [happened here.](https://sexualcompass.com/2019/11/02/my-best-friends-dad/)
A Little [Femdom] Being Slapped around Never Hurts Anyone
I was getting close to cumming in his mouth, but not quite yet. I reached for the key to the handcuffs. “If I undo these, can you behave?” No answer. I slapped him, harder than last time. “Fucking answer me you fucktoy.” He obeyed, and I uncuffed him. My legs still straddled his face and I was leaning back so I could touch my clit. But I wanted to be pleased elsewhere. I scooted my body forward and leaned back even farther. His tongue was now in the oh-so-great area between my pussy and my ass. “Lick,” I said. He did as he was told.
Fuck, his tongue felt good along the crevice of my ass. I wiggled my body in such a fashion that he almost had to lick me there. I began rubbing my clit again. His tongue was making small circles around my pretty little hole. It had to be better than hers. I wondered if he licked her ass in the shower. I know her soapy tits were pressed against the glass, and her fucking yellow underwear was in my washer. Did he lick her there? I rubbed my clit harder. His tongue was doing more than circles now. I spread my legs a little wider. He licked faster and I rubbed even harder. I came. My creamy juices started flowing out my pussy and onto his mouth. I moved so he had to taste it. I wiggled my clit across his lips and let my cream seep into his mouth. “Fucking swallow it,” I said. I sat there for a few seconds, holding him down, pinning him to the bed with my legs. “If you’re a good boy, I’ll let you fuck me.”
Oral Servitude and a little [Femdom]
To say I fucked him would be an understatement. I used him like a little bitch. My bitch. To fulfill all my desires. Or, whatever desires that I had left after I let the stranger fuck me into orgasmic bliss. I let him, the stranger, take control of me. I let him use me. I let him cum wherever he wanted, when ever he wanted. I submitted to him. Not my husband. Not my cheating husband. It was my turn to dominate; and dominate I did.
He sprang from the couch like a seven-year-old being scolded for not cleaning his room. He looked at me and smiled, but I didn’t return his smile. I simply motioned with my whip toward the bedroom. He did as he was directed. I asked him if his pathetic cock was getting hard yet and told him to lay on the bed on his back. As he walked past, I cracked my whip on his ass. He went a little faster.
An Evil Game of Oral Servitude
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.
What happened next? An evil game of oral pleasure. [See for yourself](https://sexualcompass.com/2019/11/01/an-evil-game-of-oral-pleasure/)