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trick or treat [fM] [girl seduces man] [fuckin] [anal]

Mark heard his doorbell ring.

The house was dark, and he had no decorations, no candy, nothing. He thought it was a pretty clear sign he didn’t want trick-or-treaters, so Mark rolled his eyes and ignored it, then went back to his show.

A few minutes later, the doorbell rang again.

“Persistent fucks,” he thought, getting annoyed.

Then it rang again, and again, the person tapping the button repeatedly.

“What the fuck,” Mark said to nobody in particular. He drained his beer, got up off the couch, cinched his robe tight and made his way to the entry.

The doorbell rang again.

“Alright already,” Mark yelled, “I’m coming.” He shuffled across the tile to the door.

Mark flicked on the porch light, unlocked the door, and slowly opened it.

“Trick or treat!”

“I’m not doing Halloween,” Mark said angrily, “I don’t have anything to give…” he trailed off, his frustration stalling.

It was Dani, his daughter Olivia’s nerdy best friend. And she was dressed as a cheerleader, a mischievous glint to her eyes, a sly twist to her grin. She cocked her head, and his reflection flashed across her glasses as her tongue teased her lips. Read more »

Zoe’s home alone and naked… what could go wrong? [fMM] [female masturbation] [rough sex] [cum]

Zoe laid on her bed in her underwear, halfway paying attention to the travel documentary streaming on her laptop — the host was busy eating street food in Southeast Asia, it was nothing groundbreaking — while at the same time flipping through anime tags on Tumblr on her phone, when her reverie was interrupted by a phone call. “Mom” the screen glared.

Zoe’s thumb hesitated over the ‘reject’ button before she sighed and let her conscience get the better of her.

“Hi, Mom,” she said, grimacing as she answered the call.

“Zoe, dear, what took you so long to answer? What are you busy doing? You don’t have any time for your mother?” Her mom started in immediately.

“Just watching tv, Mom,” she said, letting her disinterest echo in her tone.

“Shouldn’t you be studying?”

Zoe rolled her eyes. “What did you call about, Mom?”

“Why do I have to call about things? Why can’t I just be calling to talk? I just miss my little sweetheart!”

“I was just visiting you two days ago, Mom, for, like, two whole weeks.” Zoe pushed her glasses back up. “We talked then.” Read more »

“But if someone were to force themself on me… well then I wouldn’t be cheating, would I?” [MF] [rough sex]

“Here, Chloe, here’s my number,” I said, holding out my phone.

“Ok,” she said, typing it in. But she hesitated on the field for name, shifting nervously.

It took me a second, but then I understood. She didn’t remember my name. I smiled. “It’s spelled G-R-A-Y-S-O-N,” I said, saving her the embarrassment of calling her out.

Chloe was the same major as me, so we’d had a few classes together here and there. She was this quiet, shy girl who never had much to say, except when it came to the class’s subject. Talking in class about linear equations or chemistry resonance structures she’d get fired up and passionate, even if in the hallways before class she never joined in the group’s social chit-chat.

“You want to meet tonight?” I asked.

“I can’t,” she said, “But we should get started soon. Can you meet at the main library tomorrow morning?”

Tomorrow was a Friday, and I’d arranged my class schedule to do fuck-all on Fridays. But I could give up one Friday morning if it meant partnering with the smart student. “Yeah, sure,” I said, “Nine AM?” Read more »

He was shy… so the girls hid his clothes [FFM] [teasing] [handjob] [short]

“Pilar, what the hell are you doing? Those are Mike’s!” Dima whispered.

“Shut up and help me,” Pilar said, strawberry blonde ponytail bouncing as she carried two hard-shell suitcases out of the suite. Dima grabbed one, and hefted it down to Pilar’s room, down at the other end of the hall.

Pilar locked the door. “Let’s get back,” she said, “Hurry, before he’s out of the shower.”

Dima tagged along, just behind. “What are we doing?”

“Mike’s a cutie, don’t you think?” Pilar said, “I just wanted to have some fun with him. Plus, nothing else to do until tomorrow, when everyone else shows up.”

“I see,” Dima said, unconvinced. Her brown eyes darted back and forth, framed by lustrous dark curls of hair.

They sneaked back into Mike’s suite and Pilar lied down on the bed, burying her face in a magazine. Dima walked up to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking out at the skyscrapers beyond, olive skin shining in the pale glow of the mid-day city under a dense overcast. The view was incredible despite the weather, and this class trip was an amazing opportunity for one final blow out experience, the whole graduating class together for the last time. Read more »

Asking her to leave would just be rude… [MFM] [free use] [groping] [oral] [anal]

It’s been weeks. Aya’s still here. Still leaving the kitchen a mess. Still leaving her clothes everywhere. Refusing to help with any of the chores. Refusing even to clean up after herself.

I can’t even remember who invited her in, was it me? Clive, across the hall? Ilan, upstairs in the master? Maybe she came to a party here, crashed for the night? Maybe she’s a friend of a friend? Maybe she just walked in when someone left the door open.

It doesn’t even matter anymore.

She’s sitting on the couch, leaning back, watching tv, feet up on the ottoman. I sip my coffee, standing against kitchen counter, watching her watch tv. I could just ask her to leave. But it would be rude… considering.

I sit down next to her, my eyes trace her tanned, muscular legs, smooth, bare, completely exposed. She’s wearing these ridiculously tiny black panties, basically a string around the curve of her hips. Her pussy is covered but little else.

Her belly, flat, toned, disappears under a thin, white t-shirt. Her large breasts pull at the fabric, her dark nipples visible through the semi-transparent material. I can’t help myself, I reach out, place my fingers around her breast, squeeze it, feel its weight. Read more »

Summer Break, Part 4: aka the Horny Girl Office Visit [ffM] [fuckin’ the daughter’s friends] [consensual]

*This works stand-alone, but it’s also the last of four parts of a four-part series. Check my post history for parts 1-3 (I only post sexy stories, you’ll find them quick). Also some of the same characters from this series appear in other stories. They’re all stand-alone, but the connections are there if you look for it. Anyway, the story…*

Mark leaned his elbows on his desk, lost in thought, studying a sheaf of papers bound together by a thick staple. The papers were a print-out of emails sent years ago between two other people, but the thoughts that Mark were lost in were about his daughter’s friend Kiara. Thoughts of how amazing a fuck she had been yesterday, and how sexy she looked, shooting him needy looks with his spunk dripping down her chin.

Mark shook his head and spun his chair around, to face the floor-to-ceiling window. He looked out at the rooftops below, the bay in the distance, the headlands beyond. He took in the view, trying to focus on his work. But the memory of Kiara’s face framed by red hair, green eyes wide open, breath coming in heavy pants, sheen of sweat across her cheeks, moaning in ecstasy, inches from his while he held her against the wall and fucked her… shit… what was he working on? Read more »

[Finally] Summer Break, part 4 — aka Addicted to His Daughter’s Friends [Mff] [seduction] [fuckin] [oral]

Mark leaned his elbows on his desk, lost in thought, studying a sheaf of papers bound together by a thick staple. The papers were a print-out of emails sent years ago between two other people, but the thoughts that Mark were lost in were about his daughter’s friend Kiara. Thoughts of how amazing a fuck she had been yesterday, and how sexy she looked, shooting him needy looks with his spunk dripping down her chin.

Mark shook his head and spun his chair around, to face the floor-to-ceiling window. He looked out at the rooftops below, the bay in the distance, the headlands beyond. He took in the view, trying to focus on his work. But the memory of Kiara’s face framed by red hair, green eyes wide open, breath coming in heavy pants, sheen of sweat across her cheeks, moaning in ecstasy, inches from his while he held her against the wall and fucked her… shit… what was he working on?

Mark’s desk phone rang. He jumped, then settled himself back down. “Get hold of yourself,” he muttered.

Through the phone’s speaker, the voice of the receptionist sounded out, “Mister Rubin, your two-twenty is here.” Read more »