Laundry Room Affair [MF] [oral] [mast] [anal] [cum]

Paul and Becky had been married for four years. Together a total of six years. He was never certain about her, but is anyone ever REALLY certain? So, he went for it. Big mistake. Year four with her, he knew he was in trouble.

She was lazy. Unhelpful. Selfish. Boring. He wanted to do things, travel, try new restaurants. She wanted to sit on the sofa and watch reality TV shows, order a pizza.

And when it came to sex, if it happened at all, she would just lay there. Typical.

Every Thursday, he rounded up the laundry and headed into the scorching hot basement, where he’d do his and her wash. She’d remind him, as the door was closing, not to dry her bras.

Well, there he was in the laundry room, Thursday. 9pm. And a woman walked in. A gorgeous, stunning brunette. She had to be a yoga instructor. She was bubbly and cute and he was instantly attracted to her.

“Hey,” he said.

“Hey,” she mumbled as she tossed in two loads. She had a wedding ring on her finger, too.

“No help from the husband?”

After the breakup, I went on the prowl [mff] [cum] [piss] [golden shower] [mast] [ass play] [threesome] [oral] [reluc]

It happened two weeks ago and was sort of mutual. I could rant and rave about every issue, but at the core, we were just two different people who wanted different things out of life. You can waste your own time filling in the blanks — what those things were.

I moved in a hotel immediately after and looked at some short term rental properties to tide me over until I was ready to buy a place. I heard a quote once that said, “The best way to get over someone is to get under someone else,” so … I started hitting up all of my old connections.

There was this woman who used to work out next to me on the stairclimber. I messaged her with this line:

“Hey Jessie! Hope you’re doing well. I have a question for you and I’m gonna apologize ahead of time for being so forward. I recently broke up with my girlfriend of three years and am not interested in dating again for quite a while. However, I always thought you were beautiful and if you were interested in a NSA sort of set up, let me know.”

Her First Time in the Glory Hole [f] [mmm] [oral] [mast] [cum]

Anna was timid as all hell. She masturbated maybe 10 times in her life and it always felt dirty. She felt like someone had been watching her shove her fingers inside of herself and even though she was curious as to how she tasted, she never sucked her wet fingers dry. Because what if? What if her web camera had been hacked? What if the previous tenant left a hidden camera running hoping for some good footage?

She knew she was paranoid. She also knew she had an inner slut begging to be released upon the world.

One afternoon, she covered the web camera with a piece of duct tape, pulled up an incognito web browser and started googling for the kinkiest, most repulsive piece of porn she could find.

Oh, and just incase the previous tenant WAS watching, she took her laptop into the one place he probably didn’t think to leave a hidden camera: the walk in closet.

She propped up some pillows on the floor, put the laptop on a small stack of shoeboxes and clicked on a video called “GLORY HOLE BUKKAKE.”

“What’s a buk-cake?” She asked as the video loaded. “And what’s a glory hole?”

the bohemian girl and her chinese roommate [m] [f] [f] [voy] [mast] [oral] [affair]

Krisha and I met at a dinner party. She was one of those bohemian looking chicks. I thought she’d shown up wearing pajamas, but it turned out it was a new trendy harem style pant. Whatever.

She was a free spirit. She had long brown hair and one of those bar earrings. I was with my girlfriend, Amy, who was the exact opposite of Krisha, so naturally, I was attracted to her.

I went over to say hello.

“I like your look,” I said. “I’m not sure what it is, exactly, but I like it.”

She laughed and we started talking.

“Thanks, man,” she said, extending her hand. I took her hand in mine and noticed she had all sorts of interesting tattoos.

“You’re different,” I said, smiling. “It’s reassuring, here, where basically everyone is the same. Dyed blonde hair. Kate Spade purse, Acura in the driveway.”

“I feel you,” she said with a smirk. “It’s been an adjustment for me. I came from Colorado for work and sometimes I feel like I stand out too much.”

“Nah, fuck ’em,” I said with a wink.

A Strawberry Blonde, Thirsty for Loads [mf] [mast] [oral] [anal] [creampie] [swallow]

“How many times do you think you can cum in an evening?” Charlotte asked.

David thought for a second, “I donno … three? Maybe four?”

“Hmm,” she said.

“Why?”

“I have this fantasy. I want to be filled with cum. Just like, packed full of jizz.”

“Oh,” he said, leaning in. They’d just fucked already and he’d filled her tight 20 year old pussy with the first load of the evening. She hadn’t gotten up to squirt it out, yet. She hadn’t even rolled onto her knees and pushed his load into her palm. She loved cum. She especially loved eating it right from the source.

A month earlier, Charlotte and David had a threesome where she instructed him to cum into her best friend’s pussy. After he did, her best friend squatted over her and let the cum drip out of her and into Charlotte’s gaping mouth.

But this fantasy, though fun sounding, seemed impossible with just one man.

“You know, loads get smaller and smaller the more I cum. So … like, if we fuck four times, by the fourth load, there won’t be much there to fill you up.”

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THE BLOWJOB

Kristy and Aaron were at her parents house for Thanksgiving. The week leading up to the event had been super stressful for Aaron, since he got fired, his car broke down, and his beloved childhood dog, Holly, died. He was beside himself with stress, grief, and anxiety.

Kristy wanted to do something to ease his troubles, so when they arrived, she told her parents she was going to suggest they head upstairs and take a nap. They’d been debriefed in regards to Aaron’s situation, so they approved and said come down whenever.

But inside her childhood bedroom, Kristy had a different plan. She stripped down and put on her kinky slutty outfit she always wore when her high school boyfriends came over.

Aaron watched as she put on white knee high socks, jean shorts, and a sexy cut up football shirt from her high school.

“On your knees, Captain,” she said as an inside joke between her and herself. Kristy gave the captain of the football team a blowjob in her room in that exact outfit before every game. The team went undefeated the entire season. He attributed it to her mad oral skills and her slutty outfit.

A Quickie Mother/Daughter Surprise [m] [f] [F] [inc] [oral] [mast] [cum]

We had one of those months where we’d shuffle home, exhausted, collapse into bed, wake up and do the whole 9-5, which was really 7am-8pm thing all over again. Sex? We were too tired to fuck.

I think once, halfway through the month, my girlfriend Amber gave me a handjob before bed, but I honestly was too tired to remember. I vaguely recall hearing her masturbate under the covers that night, too, so perhaps I was just dreaming about the handy.

And, to make matters worse, Amber’s mom, Mia, was coming to spend a weekend with us. It’s not that we didn’t get along with Mia, we really did, we were just looking for a nice relaxing weekend, and now we’d have to shuttle her around the sites.

Saturday morning, we woke up, did the whole morning coffee routine, and planned out our day, starting with breakfast at our favorite neighborhood spot.

“Let’s get dressed and head out,” I said.

Mia took to the guest room, Amber and I went to our bedroom and shut the door.

19[f] and Buttfucked into Oblivion [m] [anal] [oral] [piss] [cum]

Girls of the 90s read romance novels while boys flipped through dirty mags. That’s why there was such a sexual disparity between most men and women who grew up in the 90s. He’d want to fuck her ass and cum on her face. She’d want a dozen roses, a romantic dinner, and to be swept off her feet.

But girls of the 2000s? They grew up watching porn. Mandy was one of them — so by the time she was 19, she had a wild fantasy and very high sexual expectations.

She met Scott online and they started to fool around. She wanted to do all of the stuff she watched online, which was perfect, because he did, too. Scott was 21, so a little older, but not by much.

Mandy had “granny hair” — dyed silver and tied up in a bun or pig tails. She was skinny, peppy, always giggling. Her favorite outfit was knee high rainbow socks, Chucks, and booty jean shorts. She had green eyes and dimples and was basically as cute AF.

She also had nice medium sized breasts and a cute little butt.

The Sex was Getting Old, So … [MF] [mf] [swing] [oral] [mast] [piss]

It’s 10am. I’m walking into my office – late again – and I see this guy. I don’t really know him, but we always say hello. I ask how things are going and he pulls me aside and says, “Actually, and I can tell you this because I don’t really know you — fucking awesome.”

“Oh, shit,” I say, highly intrigued. “Go on …”

“Well, my wife and I have a kind of … arrangement. And usually, she does her thing, I do mine, but last night, our “things” meshed, if you know what I’m saying.”

“Listen,” I said, putting my hand on his shoulder. “I’m old and my wife and I are clueless as to what all you young kids are saying. I have no fucking clue what you’re saying.”

He chuckled. “We have an open marriage. I fuck whoever I want. She fucks whoever she wants. Last night, we ended up at the same restaurant with our fuck buddies, so we decided to eat together. And then, we decided to go home together. I guess that makes us swingers, you know?”

“I see …” I said. “And you’re telling ME this because?”

An insecure curvy girlfriend finds pleasure with the Petit neighbor upstairs [mff] [oral] [anal] [rimjobs] [cum play] [mast]

We have this neighbor named Kat. She’s tattooed, long brown hair. Keeps to herself. She’s on the skinny side and my girlfriend, Bridgette, is on the thicker side. Whenever she sees Kat, she makes a snide comment to me later on about how she’s a skinny.

I don’t think she’s anorexic or anything. Just petit. Bridgette is just insecure.

One day, I got on the elevator with Kat. Bridgette wasn’t around.

“Your girlfriend is kind of a bitch,” Kat said.

“Is she?” I asked.

“Yeah, I mean, that’s my assumption. She’s not very friendly and she always gives me some nasty look.”

“Ah,” I said. “I think she’s just jealous.”

“Of WHAT?” Kat asked.

“Your body. You’re petit. She’s curvy.”

“Are you kidding. I wish I had her tits and ass. God, she’s gorgeous. Eh, insecure makes sense, now. I’ll make an effort to compliment her or something. Boost her fragile ego.”

She winked and got off the elevator.

A week or so later, the three of us ended up on the elevator again. Kat looked at me and winked.

“Hey,” she said to Bridgette. “You’re looking hot tonight.”