Farmer’s Daughters Three (M40/F19/F18/F40) [MF, impreg, virgin, vanilla]

This was a long time ago. During The War. Unlike most men, I hadn’t left town yet, but I needed to go join the fight. I made sure the town would be in good hands before I packed a knapsack and headed to the city.

It was a little more than a day’s journey, so I figured to stop by the Greene farm to rest for the night. Farmer Greene was lost in the war and presumed dead. I’d heard his only son was joining the army as well.

It wasn’t quite dusk when I arrived at the farmhouse. Maddie Greene (F40) greeted me (M40) warmly. It turns out that Bobby had already left for the city the day before. That left Maddie and her three daughters to see to the farm. Over tea I said that I wished there was something I could do.

Maddie walked to the window to make sure her girls were still out in the fields. “But there is something you can do, Mayor,” she said, sitting down and putting her hands on mine.

“Anything, Maddie.”

Bobby’s first BJ (M18/F37) [FM, oral, assplay]

When I was younger, I delivered newspapers, and one of my deliveries was to a liquor store three-quarters of a mile from my home. The man who owned the store told me to let him know once I turned 18. He gave me a part-time job after school.

I (Bobby, M18) worked alone from 2pm to 6pm except on state lottery nights—Mondays and Thursdays. Those days, I overlapped with Charlene (F37) starting at 3:30. Charlene was going through a rough patch. She’d lost custody of her kid and was smoking a lot of weed. But to an 18-year-old guy she was enticing. She was of entirely average looks, but she had a dirty mind. She loved to take a _Playboy_ or _Hustler_ magazine off the shelf, show me some of the girls, and tease me about them. She never had to ask if I was a virgin—it was obvious.

Anyway, one week in the summer she was out sick. I was in college now and had no summer classes, so I was working the 8am-2pm shift. She called up and asked me to get a couple of things from the convenience store and bring them to her house, about a block away from my parents’.

Professional Backdoor Man (M30/F31)[anal, size]

I have a great job. I (M30) fuck women up the ass. You schedule an appointment on my app and I arrive at your home or hotel room—any private space where you’re comfortable—with a goodie bag. The best part for you is that I have a foot-long cock and I know how to use it!

I’d be very gentle with you (F37) at first, caressing and kissing you, letting you decide how much foreplay and what kind. Maybe, to delay taking my cock in your rear, you would want to give me head—you could do that for a few minutes but it couldn’t go on forever. I’d gently but firmly move you toward anal play, eventually rimming you while I massage your pretty pussy lips.

Eventually, you would be on your hands and knees, back arched in anticipation, excitement, and nervousness. With a few fingers, a dildo, and lots of KY (both from the goodie bag), I’d have you lubricated, stretched and relaxed before you know it.

Daddy’s good little fluffer (M48/F38/F28) [Ff, MF, reluctant bi, atm]

I love my little Fluffy. She is such a good girl for daddy. Whenever I go to fuck one of my lady friends, I insist that she comes along—though not cums along, at least not usually.

Fluffy is 28, twenty years my junior. She is a not a slut by nature but she dresses like one for me. When we go into a fancy hotel lobby in midtown, the well-established women snicker, knowing that she’s this older man’s little playtoy. It’s kind of obvious from the outfit—from the ridiculously skimpy maid uniform to the heels to the dog collar. They can tell from the way she follows her daddy across the floor and to the elevator that she’s not a hooker. No hooker would act or dress like that in public.

In the elevator she takes off her panties, whether or not we’re alone, and shoves them in her purse. You might think I’d get a bit handsy with her, so to speak, but by that point I’m usually thinking of the chick waiting for me in the Patio Suite.

wet t-shirt “contest” (F20/M19/F19) [C/NC, pee, Ff, MF]

Rose (F19) thought she understood our drunken, highly indecent proposal. My girlfriend (Janey, F20) and I (Andy, M19) dared her to star in a wet t-shirt contest at midnight in the secluded backyard at Janey’s parents’ house. The only thing slightly weird was that Janey was going to handcuff Rose. But Rose was cool with that as long as there was no sexual contact between the girls. Rose was *not*attracted to girls, she reminded us several times as the three of us got drunker and drunker, courtesy of Janey’s mom’s liquor cabinet.

This was warm, clear August evening off the Carefree Highway, north of Phoenix. Not only was the backyard secluded, the whole property was—the nearest neighbor was three-tenths of a mile away.

Rose didn’t stop to think about it, but by 10:45 she’d peed three times, while neither Janey nor I had even once. At 11:30, as she hit the head yet again, Janey disappeared and came back with a pillow and a black backpack from which we could hear the clinking and clanking of the handcuffs. At right about 11:45, we went outside. I turned my back as Janey helped Rose remove her top and bra, replacing them with a white t-shirt. The discarded garments went into the backpack. Rose blushed as I saw her outfit, her grapefruit-sized boobs free and loose. It was these nice knockers that gave Janey the t-shirt contest idea in the first place. Janey had her lay down in the grass, the moon directly overhead. She put the pillow under the girl’s head.

Laxative prank gone wrong (M22/F21) [party, drunk, oral, anal, public, F humiliation]

_everyone mentioned in this fantasy is at least 18 years old_

At a house party I (M22) was dancing with this drunk, horny girl (F20) who had latched on to me earlier. She whispered that she had a big buttplug up her ass. I said I was only fucking one girl that night and maybe if she played her cards right, it could be her. But I told her I wanted to take her rectal temperature first, to see if she was really all that hot. She wasn’t stupid enough to believe her body temperature had anything to do with her sexiness, but she _was_ stupid enough to follow me to the bathroom.

I led her into the master bedroom, locking the bathroom door behind us. I had her face the wall and pull down her panties, telling her to wait while I found a thermometer. There wasn’t one. But I found some laxative suppositories. Could I get one up her ass without her noticing?Standing behind her, I lifted her trashy little dress and pulled the plug out. She was right: it was pretty big. She was well lubed and as some dribbled out of her slightly agape butthole. Without ceremony and with two fingers, I pushed the suppository about four inches into her rectum.

[M4F] It’s OK, Mister Mike! [M50/F19] (age gap, porn, masturbation, voyeurism)

_everyone mentioned here is a legal adult, aged 18 or older_
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I was the manager at a cell-phone store where Sammie (F19) was working full-time over the summer. She was a nice, shy girl and probably still is. She looked nerdy, which I liked. We got to know each other pretty well, as we both worked from noon to eight. Around 7:45 we’d say goodnight and I’d go back into the office. She’d lock up and leave at eight. After that I liked to get an hour or so of porn watching before going home to my wife. Once I heard Sammie lock the door I’d open some porn site, take out my cock, and start stroking it. By this point I’d become obsessed with videos of girls yanking guys off while pegging them, and with chicks with cocks.

One night in late June I was watching girls those trans girls cumming from taking it up the ass and I didn’t realize Sammie was still in the store. She had never stayed late and never came back to the office. But this time she quietly opened the half-ajar door and since I sat with my back to the door, she was planning to wait for the right time to get my attention.

[M4F] I need to know what my co-worker’s pussy smells and tastes like [F33 / M55] (cheating, oral, aroma)

An alluring new woman (F33) and I (M55) work in separate buildings at a large employer. We’re both married. She just moved to my country about a year ago and her husband isn’t here yet. She has now moved into her own place in town.

This is a very pleasant woman who recently did something very thoughtful for me, and that’s when my fantasies began.

I only see her in biweekly meetings, where we sit next to each other. I now know her body scent (which I believe is natural; she may use a lightly scented shampoo), and for me it’s different and alluring. A woman who is nice, smart, and playful is more than enough for me, but add an exotic scent and I’m all in.

She’d invite me to her apartment for some flimsy purpose and offer me food or drink from her country. Maybe she’ll ask me to help her with something, or help her decide what outfit to wear to some dinner. While we’re lounging in the couch, one of us will mention that it could be risky for two married people to—I’d interrupt, lean in and we’d kiss just like in the movies.

our little Times Square toy [M43/F43/F22](MFf, control, embarrassment, anal, C/NC)

Betty and I are in our 40s and we decided to spice things up by looking for a younger girl to play with. After plenty of reddit chats, we found Trina.

Betty has a thing for sweet innocent girls (but who doesn’t? ;), so when Trina sent a photo, it was a done deal. She was kind of skinny, with dark hair in a cute bob. She was 22 and didn’t look a day older.

From the start we were very clear about what would go down. We would meet at a a little bar off of Times Square, and we’d have a suite ready at the Hyatt Centric Times if things clicked. Betty had shipped Trina the outfit she should wear, including earrings and sandals, and the only other thing she was to bring was the tiny purse we also sent.

The two of us arrived first, Betty with her beach-bag looking pocketbook. I wasn’t 100% sure Trina would show, but the minute she did, I knew she was our plaything for as long as we wanted. The bar was small but we found a corner table with a loveseat setup. I sat beside our new girl and Betty sat facing her. We made some small talk and Trina quickly became pretty comfortable. The Long Island iced teas helped with that.

[M25/F27] world’s tightest pussy (C/NC)

I made a bet at the bar with this chick I’d just met. She was tiny. Probably 4’9’ and well under 100 lbs. She wanted to play a scene where I would pretend to attack her while she she was passed out on her bed. All I had to do to win was creampie her before she reached her phone in the kitchen, just on the other side of the wall. Going home with this girl was stupid and risky. But I couldn’t resist her.

I ordered an Uber and while we were sitting outside and waiting, I got a better look at this cute minx. Her long, straight, dark hair and little black-and-blue party dress were nice, but I couldn’t stop staring into her eyes. She was tipsy, sure, but also stupid horny and fixated on me. She put her hand on my inner thigh and looked at her lap. She said “I hope you win but my pussy is _really_ fucking tight.” I raised my eyebrow and grinned.