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DOWN ON THEIR LUCK [mff] [twins] [oral] [mast] [facesitting] [creampies] [creampie eating] [peeing]

There’s a neighborhood bar I frequent. I know just about everyone there and every so often, Larry, the bartender, hooks me up with free drinks. A few months ago, these twin sisters started showing up. Mickie and Trish. To say they stood out would be a massive understatement. If you’re wondering what sort of bar this was … think Moe’s from the Simpsons. Dirty, sad, the same few faces every night, complaining about their work, their jobs, their wives. Women never came here. So why did I go? Because Larry had a pool table and there was no where else in town to shoot. Because of that, I was the youngest guy there by like, 20 years.

So, there was Trish and Mickie, in their tight pants, mini shirts, and crop tops. The second time I saw them, I asked Larry what they had ordered the last time and then grabbed them a full pitcher. I brought it to their table with two frozen beer mugs and said, “You must really like shitty bars if you’re back again.”

Larry said, “C’mon, man. I can *hear* you!”

A DAUGHTER GETS REVENGE [mf] [squirt] [mast] [self-squirt] [facial]

Sasha texted Jacob at 11:30pm.

“Gross.”

“What?” He texted back.

“My mom’s fucking her new boyfriend. I am literally sick.”

“Take the dog for a walk,” Jacob wrote back.

“Yup.”

Sasha grabbed the dog and SLAMMED the front door loud enough that her mother would hear. It’s not that Sasha’s mom was even trying to gross out her daughter. It was just a learning curve. Last time Sasha was home, her parents were still unhappily married. And then Sasha went to college, traveled a little, and came home to look for work. She wasn’t expecting to stay long. But now Sasha’s mother was single and sleeping around.

It’s not something Sasha EVER wanted to know about.

“Do you think she heard us?” Sasha’s mother said, anxiously crawling off of her boyfriend’s cock and running to the front door. She noticed the leash was missing.

“Oops …” she said, anxiously.

“I’m sure she’s going to hate me after that,” the boyfriend said.

“I’m sure,” Sasha’s mother said. Read more »

I WANT NEXT [mff] [mother/daughter] [oral] [mast] [squirt] [swallow]

My friend Heather had a party for her daughter, Maggie, who had just graduated from college. I’ve always had a crush on Heather. She was a little older than me, but she was a total knockout. Just beautiful. My plan was simple: Attend the party, stay all night, and then offer to help clean up. Hopefully one thing would lead to another.

The party itself was fine. Her ex-husband was there, which was good for my case. He was a dick. I could use that later to say I would have treated her better if I had the chance to be with her. She would smile, touch my hand, tell me how sweet I was and then, bam. She’d kiss me. One thing would lead to another and we’d fuck. Well … one could dream.

As it happened, my fantasy wasn’t far off from reality. Her husband WAS a dick. I bailed her out of a near fight with him, “rescuing her” from an almost argument with him. We went outside and talked. She vented about him.

“You need to blow off some steam,” I said.

HELPING HER OUT OF A DEAD MARRIAGE [MF] [cheat]

My friend Jessie is a chef in a neighborhood restaurant that was struggling. The food was good, but the owner was hesitant to spend money on advertising. So, I offered to help run their social media account in exchange for free dinners once or twice a week. I’d come in, hang out with Jessie, snap some photos, and hang out.

Jessie is married. Her husband is … kind of a dick. But it’s not entirely his fault. Jessie had an “almost affair” five years ago with her personal trainer. Her feelings at home were being neglected. And this trainer was, obviously, praising her constantly and cheering her on. Feelings were caught. Time was spent with the trainer outside of the gym. They went on morning jogs, afternoon hikes, even lunches.

When Jessie’s husband found out, his suspicions were raised. He asked, politely, if he needed to be worried about this trainer. Jessie’s stomach went into knots. She told him he didn’t need to worry. But secretly … he did need to worry. Realizing she was falling for her trainer, she started to distance herself from him. She apologized, but he understood.

PISS GIRL [mf] [piss] [mast]

Saturday night. Around two in the morning. Suzi was comfortably drunk. A little stumble here and there. But still aware of her surroundings. All that really changed was that she let her guard down, became a little more flirtier than usual, and danced like a fucking stripper.

Dave noticed her from across the bar, grinding a female friend of hers, who was also comfortably drunk. Suzi kissed the girl on the neck. Pretty soon, they were making out as purple lights flashed over the dance floor. First, he just casually watched from the corner. But then, he decided it was time to make a move and at the very least, offer to refill her drinks.

As soon as he approached, her eyes lit up. He was sexy. She grabbed him and pulled him onto the dance floor and pressed her petit body against his.

“Heyyy,” she whispered. I’m Suzi. S-U-Z-I.”

“Dave. D-A-V-E.”

She smirked and kissed him. Within seconds, they were making out.

“I was going to ask if I could get you another drink, but I like this better,” he said. Read more »

A NEIGHBORLY ARRANGEMENT [mf] [mast] [swallow] [creampie]

Cute, yes. Gorgeous knockout? No, but she was there, and that was the point. Megan was my neighbor and a few months earlier at my building’s annual BBQ, I overheard her complaining about her inability to settle down with a man. She just wasn’t interested in the rigors of dating around, partnering up, or getting married.

“Good thing I have a battery recharger,” she joked.

I smirked. She noticed. We exchanged glances and that was it.

I always fantasized about having a neighbor I could visit for regular sex and then retreat back to my apartment. A casual arrangement. You know how some people knock on a neighbor’s door to borrow a cup of sugar. This would be no different, except instead of borrowing a cup of sugar, I would use her body (and she would use mine) and then we would say goodnight and return to our respective homes.

Could Megan be that kind of neighbor? The problem, of course, was two fold: If I asked and she said no, I risked making things very awkward within the building. The second reason was, of course, the proximity to one another and likelihood that feelings could develop. Read more »

RUNNING FROM A RAINSTORM [MF] [oral] [squirt] [creampie] [swallow]

A year ago, a woman approached me at the gym. “Love your shirt,” she said. I thanked her, introduced myself, and then went back to my workout. But every time I saw Melissa, I’d wave. Finally, I struck up a conversation. We chatted for a while, made plans to get coffee, went out on said coffee said, and hit it off. Soon, we were holding hands, kissing, flirting over text message.

And then, abruptly, it stopped. She apologized and said she was going back to her ex to give it one more chance. It felt like a punch to the gut. Just as I was starting to have feelings for her. Just as I was started to wonder what her lips felt like on my cock, what her pussy felt like, tasted it. How she squirmed or moaned when she orgasmed. I thought about it all.

I told her it was fine. I understood. But there was this incredible sexual tension that remained. We’d still kind of flirt with one another. And then, things with her ex took a turn for the worse. They were fighting again and decided to take some time. A month off, exactly. And during that time, all bets were off. And so, Melissa texted me. We got dinner, caught up, took a little walk and then made our way back to her car, which happened to be parked near my house. Read more »

MISCOMMUNICATION LEADS TO ROUGH FACE FUCK [Mf] [facefuck] [squirt] [mast] [oral] [sex]

My ex girlfriend has a friend named Erin who happens to work right across the street from my apartment. Despite this, I’ve never actually bumped into Erin in my neighborhood. But yesterday, I was driving home when I saw this stunning latino woman standing on the corner in a yellow sundress. I actually slowed down to get a glimpse when suddenly, I realized the stunning woman was Erin!

I tapped the horn, but she couldn’t see me, so when I got upstairs, I texted.

“That was me. I honked at you!”

“Ohhh, I thought some creep was honking at me.”

“Yep. That was me. The creep honking at the sexy latino chick on the sidewalk.”

“Stopppp,” she said with a smiley face. “Heather would kill me.”

(Heather was my ex)

“As if we would tell her,” I said with a winky face. I wasn’t sure where this was going, but I definitely liked the flirting. “Well, you know my apartment is RIGHT across from your office.”

“Huh? I knew you were in the neighborhood …” Read more »