Author: SmearedInk

His first time tit-fucking her [tribute] [mf]

Nothing was quite like the first time he tit-fucked her.

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He had never tit-fucked anyone with breasts as thick and full as hers, her creamy skin tone blending perfectly with her delicate, tan colored nipples. The moment she unclasped her bra in front of him for the first time, he knew his dick was a slave to those beautiful mounds and whatever the rest of her sexy body had in store for him.

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They were young. He was 22 and she was 21. They had met at a college party and were friends for a year before they took it further. They didn’t rush into sex on their first real date because they knew they had something more. So they did other things and enjoyed how immensely powerful each orgasm together was, because their was so much intensity in the build up, and in the unknown. They had a few beers and shots a friends house before they called it a night and decided to walk back to his apartment. He didn’t want to fuck her while he was buzzed but he was very horny this particular night. She had worn a tight maroon cardigan that hugged her curves and amplified her huge, beautiful kitties so much. All he could do was look at them all night and try not to get a semi. Read more »

The Waitress and the Cop, Part 5 [Mf]

They ended up falling asleep in each other’s arms that night after she blew him on the hotel bed. She awoke the next morning and found herself exactly how she was when she fell asleep—tucked neatly in James nook. They both slept so peacefully that neither of them moved. She didn’t dare move because she knew once he awoke then he’d have to leave. He’d surely have a family waiting to see him. The thought made her sad but she was happy they finally had a full night together, after six months of patrol car back seats and blankets on the ground in the woods.

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“Rachel?” he wasn’t whispering but his voice was a bit horse. “I’m awake,” she said, rolling out of his nook onto her back. “Thank you for last night. I had a wonderful time,” she said, rolling to the edge of the bed and sitting up, looking around the small room for her uniform. She could hear he was moving now too and the sight of him getting dressed to leave depressed her too much so she didn’t turn around. After a few seconds James sat down beside her. He was still completely naked, his face had a light gray stubble and his arm and chest were imprinted with her hand and ear where she had been lying on him. Read more »

The Waitress and the Cop, Part 4 [Mf]

She laid on her back, catching her breath from the tremendous orgasm she just shared with him. He was asking her, more or less, if they were exclusive. As a man who just turned fifty (she overheard another waitress say it was Jim’s birthday yesterday when he drove past the diner), she assumed he was married and though she hated to think of herself as an adulterer, she just longed for James so deeply and so erotically (and now emotionally, too) that she put his real life in the back of her mind and tried not to visit the idea. Before tonight she didn’t know if James was just a romancer in the sack or if he actually started to form a real bond to her. They had, over the weeks, talked a bit here and there about books and movies, favorite local places and foods they like. It was nothing earth shattering to know about someone, but it was something and it was nice just talking with one another. They both had an undeniable crush on the other, clearly physically but also emotionally.

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The Professor, Part 5 [fM]

It had been a few days since she had seen the Professor at the restaurant. She couldn’t stop thinking of them going down on each other in the bathroom that night, and the excitement she felt knowing that she could get caught by her boyfriend. She didn’t want to hurt him and she didn’t want to get caught but the idea of being a dirty slut in a public place really got her going. The car, the podium, the bathroom at the restaurant.. she loved it. But the times that she had sex with the Professor at her apartment were equally exciting and she found herself wondering if she could easily quit him when it came time for her to move home for the summer.

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After he had discovered she had a boyfriend, the Professor became somewhat aloof through text message. After three days of little contact she was beginning to panic. Her heart raced and dropped at his one word responses. She thought of his soft mouth pushed between her legs and she couldn’t imagine stopping things with him just yet. Finally she called him, which she had rarely done in the past, if ever. It was always text or snap, occasionally a FaceTime, but just talking on the phone? That’s not really what they were about. But she suddenly began feeling very different. She needed to see him and fuck him and taste him and hold him, and she told herself as soon as she did that then she would reconcile her feelings for him. Her previously buried but always there feelings. Read more »

The Woodworker and the Temp, Part 3 [mf] [masturbation]

A couple of weeks had passed and he had been fucking Penny, the hot young temp from work, on the regular. She was so eager to fuck all the time that he thought he might be addicted to her. When he was with her, he was rock hard the whole time and all he could think about was pleasing her. When they weren’t together, they were exchanging sexts, nude Snaps, and even had masturbated together on FaceTime. This particular night Penny was coming to his house, which she usually did since she shared an apartment with three other girls, and it was their one-month fuckiversary. He didn’t know if she’d know, so he played it cool and made some salads and steaks, grabbed a 6-pack of beer and changed his sheets. It would be a little more than their normal (his place plus beer and some making out on the couch before heading to the bedroom/shower/kitchen floor/back porch/etc) but it didn’t completely have a date feel. They’d never talked about going on an actual date. Read more »

The Woodworker and the Temp, Part 2 [oral]

A few days had passed in the office since Penny had slipped Steve her number during their first meeting together. Steve wanted to text her but wasn’t sure when he should. Finally, after about a week, he casually text her: “Penny, it’s Steve. Would you like to have coffee with me this Saturday morning?” and locked his phone immediately after so he couldn’t just stare at the screen, awaiting her text back.

It was Thursday afternoon and Saturday seemed like the right amount of time away when considering how long it took him to text back. He felt good about the text, slipped his phone into his back pocket, and continued through out his morning. Around lunch Penny responded. “Can’t wait. Tell me where and I’ll be there.” She seemed eager so he took advantage of the moment and responded, “my house, I make a great cup of coffee.” He didn’t even know her, he worked with her, and he was inviting her over. He momentarily second-guessed himself but then his screen lit up: “Send address and time. XO” and it was on. Read more »

The Woodworker and the Temp, Part 2 [oral]

A few days had passed in the office since Penny had slipped Steve her number during their first meeting together. Steve wanted to text her but wasn’t sure when he should. Finally, after about a week, he casually text her: “Penny, it’s Steve. Would you like to have coffee with me this Saturday morning?” and locked his phone immediately after so he couldn’t just stare at the screen, awaiting her text back.

It was Thursday afternoon and Saturday seemed like the right amount of time away when considering how long it took him to text back. He felt good about the text, slipped his phone into his back pocket, and continued through out his morning. Around lunch Penny responded. “Can’t wait. Tell me where and I’ll be there.” She seemed eager so he took advantage of the moment and responded, “my house, I make a great cup of coffee.” He didn’t even know her, he worked with her, and he was inviting her over. He momentarily second-guessed himself but then his screen lit up: “Send address and time. XO” and it was on. Read more »

The Housewife and the Pool Boy, Part 4 [mmF] [oral]

Chad, her sexy young pool boy, and Rick, his fit and sexy (and equally young) co-worker had just filled her mouth and ass with cum the prior week, so she had no idea what to expect out of their “pool service appointment” today. How could you get better than showing an 18-year-old stud how to fuck in the ass and to show what it feels like to be deep-throated to another incredibly good looking young man? She wasn’t sure it could.

Today she was wearing a skin-tight white strapless sundress, that hugged her body like skin. Her blonde hair was wavy and she was barefoot. She didn’t look like a mom, she looked like a sexy woman who needed to be fucked very badly. And that she was!

They came wearing their uniforms, of course, but under his hat, Rick’s hair was parted under his hat, in a hipster gentleman type part. She liked it. They left their shoes (and Rick’s hat) downstairs and without speaking, they followed her up the stairs to her bedroom once again. Again, Rick closed the door behind the three of them. Read more »

The Woodworker and the Temp, Part 1

Steve. He stood 6’3” tall and had a total sexy dad bod. Thick chest and wide shoulders, strong but with some meat on his bones. He had a beard which was full and dark, like his head of hair. He was a jack of all trades at work, but his attention was focused mainly on building. Tables, chairs, desks, you name it and he could draw it up and build it, beautifully no less. He wore tight blue jeans and a tee shirt everyday, a silver measuring tape clipped to his belt, yellow leather gloves hung from his back pocket and a pencil was usually behind his ear.

He walked through the aisles of the warehouse, a clipboard tucked under his arm as he looked up, surveying the finished goods he himself had made. A cluster of voices came up behind him, along with the sound of feet scuffling the concrete floors.

“Steve,” a fellow project manager had walked up behind him and alongside him was a beautiful young woman. “This is our new temp. She will be following up on the order statuses and communicating with customers on your builds.” Read more »

The Woodworker and the Temp, Part 1 [nsfw]

Steve. He stood 6’3” tall and had a total sexy dad bod. Thick chest and wide shoulders, strong but with some meat on his bones. He had a beard which was full and dark, like his head of hair. He was a jack of all trades at work, but his attention was focused mainly on building. Tables, chairs, desks, you name it and he could draw it up and build it, beautifully no less. He wore tight blue jeans and a tee shirt everyday, a silver measuring tape clipped to his belt, yellow leather gloves hung from his back pocket and a pencil was usually behind his ear.

He walked through the aisles of the warehouse, a clipboard tucked under his arm as he looked up, surveying the finished goods he himself had made. A cluster of voices came up behind him, along with the sound of feet scuffling the concrete floors.

“Steve,” a fellow project manager had walked up behind him and alongside him was a beautiful young woman. “This is our new temp. She will be following up on the order statuses and communicating with customers on your builds.” Read more »