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SHE CAME OVER FOR ICE CREAM AND GOT SO MUCH MORE [mf] [oral] [creampie] [anal] [mast] [swallow]

Joe and Annie were walking out of yoga together. It was mid-afternoon. She was a stay at home mom with two middle schoolers. He was working from home this week due to an office renovation. Oh, and he had just received ten pints of ice cream that he’d won in a raffle.

“Will you follow me home and take a few pints? Please. I can’t have that much junk in my house,” he said as they walked to their cars.

“Sure,” Annie said. “I’ll never say no to free ice cream.”

Annie was fit and pretty. Petit. Usually, Joe went for the thick, curvy girls, but frankly, he wasn’t even trying to sleep with Annie. She was married, after all. She had a bob haircut, perky small A cup tits with constantly erect nipples, and muscular thighs. He watched her step into her SUV and shook his head.

When they got back to his house, they walked in together. She was practically skipping and giggling.

“Ice cream TIIIIME!” She shouted as they walked into his house. “Wow. This is beautiful.”

SHE WOULD DO ANYTHING TO BE FAMOUS [Mmff] [oral] [mast] [feet] [piss] [facial]

**THIS IS A CUSTOM PIEXE FOR A FELLOW REDDITOR.**

When Hayley was in high school, she got pressured into being in the school play. Guys and Dolls. It was just the sort of thing she used to make fun of … but after opening night, she had been bitten by the theatre bug. Performing was all she wanted to do. By senior year, she was a full blown theatre junkie with lofty Hollywood goals. She loved attention. Any kind. Good, bad, provocative.

Hayley was always naturally beautiful, so of course, she was the target of bullies who secretly envied her. Hayley almost never worried about doing her hair or wearing make up. Whatever she wore became the trend. One morning, the school bus pulled up. Her brother got on and told the driver she was coming. She wasn’t usually late, but had been up late the night before “writing a paper.” The truth was, she was a cam-girl who wore a mask and would masturbate on camera for cash. Not wanting to be late, she grabbed her brothers shoes, which happened to fit.

ARRANGING A BUKKAKE, PT 1 [mf] [oral] [mast] [grool] [pee] [facial] [swallow]

I never wanted a roommate. I was just trying to help out a friend in need. My friend, Erin, was moving to town for a year and needed a place. I told her she could crash with me initially while she looked for a place. One thing led to another and pretty soon, she was writing me a check for the rent. I have a small two bedroom, one bath apartment, but because we’re on different schedules, I barely ever see her.

One afternoon, I was home from the gym taking a shower when the front door slammed shut.

“I’m sorry!” She shouted from the foyer. Before I could register what was happening, the bathroom door was swinging open and Erin practically baseball slid into the bathroom, yanked her skirt up and shifted her panties to the side and began to piss like she was trying to put out a fire.

I peaked out from behind the shower curtain. We locked eyes. She sat on the toilet in a panic, holding her panties to the side, a look of pure terror on her face.

LUCKY WITH A HOUSE GUEST [Mf] [oral] [feet] [swallow]

I was at the grocery store when I ran into Suzie. She was beside herself. Her lease had expired and the room a colleague had promised her fell through last minute. It was AIRBNB for her. Until, in a spur of the moment snap decision, I offered her to stay with me.

“You’ll take the bed. I’ll take the couch,” I said.

“Oh, I couldn’t impose,” she said, not wanting to be a bother. But she wasn’t. She was friendly and sweet and I genuinely wanted to help. No ulterior motives, here.

That evening, we brought her stuff over and collapsed into my bed, exhausted from the move. And then, we fell asleep.

The second evening, I planned to move to the sofa, but she shrugged casually and said, “Oh, just sleep in your bed.”

“No, no, you’re my guest,” I said. “You can’t have the sofa.”

“I’m not going to have the sofa. I’m going to sleep here, too. It’s a king sized bed. And we’re adults. It’s fine.”

IN SEARCH OF A SLOPPY BLOWJOB [mf] [blowjob] [facial] [mast]

After my breakup, I had a few things to cross off my to-do list. Redecorate my apartment, go on a vacation … and get a slopppy blowjob. My ex refused to give me sloppy blowjobs … well, she refused to give me blowjobs, period. When I would ask, I would get every excuse in the book: *Your dick is too big, my jaw gets tired, I don’t like to swallow,* etc.

And so, the quest for the perfect sloppy blowjob began. I joined Tinder and Bumble and adjusted my settings to “casual.” I went on dates, I hooked up, I got more blowjobs in the first few months after my breakup than I’d gotten during the entire duration of my years long relationship.

And while they were all lovely and amazing … they weren’t what I was looking for. I was looking for something *specific.* I wanted gagging, choking, runny eyes. I wanted an EAGER woman who WANTED those things. I wanted a woman who shoved her own head down on my cock and then giggled as saliva gushed from her.

DOUBLE TEAMED BY IRISH SISTERS [mff] [threesome] [oral] [mast] [squirt] [facefuck] [swallow] [facial]

I actually cannot believe this happened. I work mornings in a neighborhood coffee shop as a cashier. Mallory comes in every day for her morning latte. Honestly, she’s the reason I haven’t asked to work a different shift. She’s stunning. Irish. Red hair, petit. She is the dream. She wears this skimpy sundresses with black flip flops and carries this bohemian looking purse around with her. She’s casual and carefree, as far as I can tell.

Usually, we chat briefly while she waits for her coffee. I’ve never had the courage to ask her out, even though literally everyone thinks she’s also interested in me.

Well, two days ago, she had company. Another Irish redhead, also wearing a sundress and flip flops.

“This is my sister,” she said. “Caitlyn.”

“Nice to meet you,” I said. “Visiting from Ireland?”

“I am,” she said as we shook hands.

“Well, then, coffee is on me today. Welcome to Florida.”

“Free coffee,” Caitlyn said. “I already like this place.”

Ice Cream in exchange for a Blowjob [Mf] [oral] [mast] [facial] [swallow]

She was straddling me, riding faster and faster, her hair dangling over her face, her perky tits mouth level. Left nipple pierced. Both rock hard. She reached down and rubbed her clit while her cunt took every inch of my cock. She pressed down into it and sat there, masturbating, her cunt squeezing tighter and tighter over my cock as she inched closer to orgasm.

Suddenly, it hit. She collapsed into me, heaving, her breasts against my chest, her face in the nook of my neck, moaning, huffing, catching her breath.

“Suck me,” I whispered into her ear.

She gracefully slid off my cock and in between my legs. It was too perfectly done — like she’d done it before. The fact that she’d probably used those same moves with other guys turned me on even more than I already was.

“Wow,” she said, remarking at my cock, which was coated in her grool. “I get super creamy when I’m really turned on.”

I smirked and watched her tongue up her juices and swallow them.

“I taste good,” she said with a giggle. Read more »

Various Stories of Single Life [mf] [oral] [anal] [mast] [swallow] [facial]

My ex and I were together for six years. Initially, I was lured in with the promise of wild sex with a sexy woman. On a road trip, she asked if I’d ever gotten road head. When I said no, she leaned over and put her head in my lap and sucked until I came in her mouth. She swallowed and then we went back to listening to some podcast as if nothing had happened. In a hotel room in Miami, she told me to cum on her face. Gradually, though, things settled down and we ended up, as most people in long term relationships, having pretty boring sex. Missionary. Doggy. Missionary. Doggy. No more blowjobs. More more swallowing cum. No more facials.

She admitted one evening that she never really *liked* doing those things. She just tolerated them because she was trying to win me over. Huh. I settled on the fact that this is just how it was. Women didn’t like swallowing. They didn’t like facials. They didn’t like rimjobs or anal or getting face fucked.

And then, for various reasons, we broke up.

EXTREME PEGGING ADVENTURE [MF] [pegging] [oral] [anal] [prostate] [squirt] [cum]

“Let’s fuck,” Sarah said as we sat on the couch.

I glanced over to her and made a “really?” face. She smirked and shimmied off her pajama pants. She never wore underwear. She sat, Al Bundy style, and spread her legs. I watched her, amused.

“Eat it,” she said.

I took a pillow from the sofa and dropped it on the floor, got down on my knees and wasted zero time burying my face between her thighs. She gasped as I ran my tongue over her clit. I made eye contact with her and winked. Her favorite. She was soaking wet.

“Gimme a taste,” she begged.

I slid a finger inside of her perfect flowering pussy and pulled it out.

“Open up,” I said as I put my finger in her mouth. She wrapped her lips around it and sucked, licking her juices from my finger.

“Damn, I taste good.”

SEXTING [mf] [mast]

We had been texting for weeks. Met on Tinder and planned to meet in person, but life, you know? Keeps getting in the way. First, I had to go out of town on a work trip. Then, the day I got back, she was headed out to visit her parents. And just when we thought we’d be around on week 3, we both got called away for work related events.

She was frustrated and so was I, but the amazing thing is, we hadn’t lost interest. Usually, when you meet someone on one of these apps, the flames can go out pretty freaking quickly if a date isn’t immediately scheduled. But Brie and I were texting nonstop for days and then weeks.

So, naturally, things started to turn sexual. Surprisingly, she was the one who brought it up. She was feeling pent up and stressed and needed to do something to take care of her needs. I suggested masturbation, which she said sounded lovely, except she was on a work trip and was sharing a room with a colleague who was in the bed next to her.