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I Teased Him, Denied Him, and Had a little Role Reversal Fun!

I wanted to torture him. But not with pain. Life had happened. A lot of it. I needed sex. I wanted it. A lot of it. I texted him all day, telling him I wanted to tease him, bring him to the brink of near orgasm, and stop. I was going to this multiple times. And if he came before I said, he wouldn’t get to see my pussy for a long, long time. I lied about that last part.

My plan was to have him come home, and he was to get smooth in all the places. I love it when his chest is smooth, and his tummy. My god he has a great stomach. I told him to take the razor a bit farther down. I told him I will use my mouth even more if everything is smooth. He obliged. I told him he was to wear nothing to the bedroom. He knew my intentions. I am naturally submissive, but not tonight. I wanted to be more dominant. He said he had been craving the idea of being out of control. He used the word “girly” several times. He said he wanted to be used. For my pleasure. I set the ground rules. He loves going down on me, he could lick me for hours and never want reciprocation. I take that for granted way too much, but I told him not tonight. His mouth wasn’t to touch my pussy. This was all about him. While I wanted to tease him, edge him, and dangle the orgasmic carrot in front of him, I still wanted him pleased. Read more »

Taking My Student’s BBC!

It was my first year as a real professor. Not an assistant, not a temp, but my own classes with my own schedule. I’m not sure, but I may have been the youngest full-time professor at the entire university: 26 years old. Who knows? I never checked. But I’ll never forget that first semester.

During the first week of classes all I kept saying to myself is, “Don’t fuck the students. Don’t fuck the students. For fuck’s sake Avery, do not fuck the students.” It worked. For a month anyway. That’s when a student of mine, a shy, timid student of mine came to me for help. For the most part, his grades were good, low A’s and B’s until the last one. A D for dismal. He was distraught, and just couldn’t understand what happened. My office hours were always posted in my class and of course on the syllabus handed out on the very first day, but who keeps those. And, as always, an outside hours appointment is always possible. Curly, that’s what I will call him as to not giveaway his true identity, didn’t make an appointment. He knew his class was my last of the day and that my office hours were from the end of that class until 90 minutes later: 330pm to be exact. Read more »

Training My Wife’s Teen Sister (In more ways that one!)

“Harder! Destroy this tiny little pussy that you claim to love to fuck so much,” my wife yelped as I continued to thrust inside her, parting her glistening lips from behind. I love fucking her doggystyle. I looked down at her plump caramel colored ass and smacked her right cheek as I bucked my hips harder, plunging my manhood deeper into her sex. After the smack, and the redness it left, I grabbed her just above her hips and pulled her into me as I thrusted even harder. I looked down at the kaleidoscope of nerve endings just a few inches above my cock. Her forbidden entrance was the sexiest I had seen, and not forbidden at all. But I wouldn’t be fucking her ass tonight. Read more »

My First Time Going All The Way with Another Girl: And It was FUCKING HOT!

I arrived at Amy’s wearing a barely-there bikini, turquoise. The top lifts my breasts to a position that makes my Bs look like Cs. The bottoms are made of practically nothing, forming a nice little V just above my ass and promptly disappearing. A piece of fabric barely larger than a post-it note covers my nether regions.

I’m sure if I bend over, the boys, and girls can get a little peak if they wish. It’s my go-to swimsuit for parties, especially if I want a little nighttime after-party action. And I usually do. Under my bikini was a short little sundress, hitting me well above mid-thigh, of a slightly darker color. Teal. It was sheer in spots, almost see-through, perfect for going over a swimsuit.

Chris greeted me at the door. He is Amy’s boyfriend, and it was his birthday. I’ve been crushing on Chris ever since he started dating my best friend. He hugged me at the door, pulling me into him, his bare chest pressed against me; insta-turn-on. He is off-limits, he’s my best friend’s boyfriend, but that doesn’t mean that I haven’t fantasized about him. It doesn’t mean that I haven’t stared at my ceiling while fucking myself with a vibrating dildo and climaxing to the thought of him moving in and out of me. Read more »

Sex Before, During, and After Our Date!

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. Read more »

Four Way Cheating in the Kitchen

After the sex club revelation, Alan was able to participate in our sex games. No longer did we have to have threesomes without him, oh he always knew, because we would send him videos, but now he was able to participate; and it was quite fun. We set some rules for our play though. Basically, just let your partner know that you are going to be fucking one of the others, that was the only rule. And it worked out great, until Alan’s birthday party.

Seeing Maria, my wife’s sister, in her tiny bikini proved to be just too much. She left the pool area, giving her boyfriend Alan a long, wet kiss, before retreating to the kitchen to make some more drinks. The sun beat down on her perfect caramel skin, and she was showing a lot of skin. My wife, arguable hotter than Maria, was wearing an equally revealing bikini. Her long legs went for days until they met the teeny V shaped fabric that barely covered the space between her checks. She was on her tummy, tanning her back with her bikini top untied. I wanted to ravish her right there, in front of everyone! If it was only us four, I definitely would have, but there were others: Alan’s friends, some family that had no clue we all swapped and fucked each other’s partners. The world isn’t ready for that, and not sure if it ever will be. Read more »

Fucking My Best Friend’s Dad

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. Read more »

Dominated By Another Man While my Husband Watched!

We were done. Not relationship done, just done with decisions. Between work and moving and remodeling our new house, we were both just mentally drained. I wanted him, my husband, to fuck me. And he wanted me to fuck him. But neither of us wanted to have to do anything. We were just tired, so we did what companies do when they need something done but don’t want to do it; we outsourced the fucking.

I don’t even remember who brought it up, but I remember updating my long-forgotten Tinder profile. That night we had a match. His name was Ryan. And he looked just as delicious in person as in his online photos. Six-foot-three, tanned, toned but not overly muscular. In shape for sure. Smooth skin, well groomed, perfect blondish brown hair, 31 years old, and just the right amount of stubble to tickle my thighs. We chatted online that night, first just Ryan and I, and when we concluded that he just may be the one, we exchanged numbers and had a three-way texting session. The next night we met for drinks near his house. Drinks didn’t last long. But the fucking did. Read more »