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I wasn’t their uber driver, but I gave them a ride anyway [MFF]

I flip on my turn signal and pull the car to the curb, yelling at my phone. The damn GPS … my arrow bounces back and forth across three city blocks, and now I think I just made a wrong turn. Fucking technology. Power the phone off, wait a moment, turn it back on, open the maps app, put in my address, find my way out of here…

My concentration shatters — the car’s dome light turns on. Someone is opening my car’s rear door!

What the fuck? I jam down on the lock button. The reaction is automatic and futile, the door is already open, I’m just panicking.

“What are you doing?” I holler.

A girl, not much older than me, spills across my back seat. She’s done up, or she was. At some point earlier this evening she probably looked perfect, hair, makeup, jewelry, the wrap around her shoulders, the tight black dress. Now she looks sweaty and disheveled and a little drunk. We make eye contact in the rear-view mirror. “Oh my god,” she says, “I love it when we get a cute one.”

What the hell? “Who are you?” Read more »

I cheated on my husband and I don’t regret it [MF]

“The Da Silvas will be here in thirty minutes, honey,” I remind Nick, again, for the third time, “Can you please put away the video games and get the kids ready?”

Nick glances up from his screen. “Mia. That’s what you’re wearing? Really?” he says.

“What?” I snap back, “It’s a dress. It’s summer, it’s a nice day.”

“Your boobs are hanging out.”

You’re an asshole, Nick. I don’t say it. Focus on what matters. “Can you please just get the kids ready? They need to brush their teeth and clean the room. Ok?”

“Ok, ok already, geeze,” Nick waves me off, still playing his game.

I sigh and head back to the kitchen. I’ve got to finish cleaning up from breakfast and then make the kids lunch and switch the laundry and call the mechanic and clean the muddy footprints off the carpet and a million other things.

I grab a sweater from the dirty clothes pile. “At least then somebody would be looking at my boobs, Nick,” I mutter under my breath, covering up anyway.

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My experience on a milking table [FM]

“Cole?”

I look up.

I’m in a bedroom. Someone’s taken out all the regular furniture. Instead of a bed, a dresser, a nightstand, there’s chairs lining the walls. A few guys are sitting on them, spaced out, looking anxious, avoiding eye contact. Faint music echoes through the walls, mixed with the sound of girls laughing and cheering.

“We’re ready for you,” she says, gesturing. It’s Amy, one of the sorority sisters. She’s a senior, a cute girl who did a passable Cleopatra costume last Halloween. She’s friendly, but I don’t know her well.

She smirks at me and leads me through the twisting hallways of the large house.

“Here’s a bathroom, some vodka if you need it.” She points.

I shake my head.

She makes an amused noise and shrugs. “Ok. Strip.”

We’re standing in the main hallway. All the doors are closed, the lights dim, but I still feel awfully exposed. “Here?”

She laughs. “Yes. Here. You’ll be in the living room, right through there.” She nods at the double doorway, black curtains drawn across. “You can put your clothes on the bench.”

I sit, take off my shoes, pants, shirt. Read more »

My [f]riend and I got the substitute teacher to cross the line… [Mff]

Fiona spun in the seat, the one attached to the little wooden desk. “Did you do the homework?”

“It doesn’t matter.” Leigh stashed her backpack under the chair and glanced at her friend. “Mrs Burke is out, there’s a substitute.”

“A sub? It’s not that mean old grandma woman, is it?” Fiona was cute, dressed as usual in a coordinated workout outfit, today’s being blue-green lycra, tightly wrapped to her athletic frame.

Leigh smirked knowingly. “Not her.” She was just as cute, and Fiona’s best friend since they’d met years ago in junior high. “Chrissie said it’s some new guy. Some hot guy.”

Fiona rolled her eyes. “Chrissie is such a horny bitch.”

“Yeah, well, guess we’ll see.” Leigh tilted her head. Her brunette hair draped against the gray hoodie with white piping that the school sold through the spirit catalog, blocky blue letters spelling ‘JEFFERSON HIGH’ emblazoned across the chest.

The class murmured and chatted, chairs squeaking as they settled in, papers shuffling. And then right as the bell rang, the door swung open. In walked a tall, broad-shouldered man with a bushy mustache and trim hair. He wore neat gray slacks and a white button-down shirt with a gray tie. Moving with a deliberate stride, he headed to the front of the room. Read more »

How I ended up NYE in the bed of my best friend’s MILF mom [mF]

“I made you lunch. Sandwiches and chips and a cookie.” Joakim’s mom set plates down in front of us. She looked so pretty with her dark eyes and bronze hair and slim build and that sophisticated form-fitting brown sweater.

I caught her eye and smiled. “Thank you, Ms Gautier.”

She grinned back and tucked her chin, and my cheeks went warm, tingly, like a shiver but without shaking. “Oh, Raff,” she said with a laugh, “You can call me Natalie.”

I was thirteen years old then, and I remember it clear as if it was yesterday, the first time I flirted with Joakim’s mom.

“What are you boys up to this afternoon?” She watched me blush. It was good-natured teasing of course, kidding along with a boy just discovering women. I’d been best friends with Joakim since he moved to my school when we were eight, and it had always been just him and his mom. I was over at his house all the time.

“Nothing, Mom,” Joakim said, “Just video games.” He was oblivious to the epiphany I was having next to him, the one where my pubescent brain was flooding with hormones, and the shape of his mom’s body started to take on so much meaning. Read more »

That time I got seduced by an older woman… [mF] [femdom]

“I think I’m here to see you father? James?” Uncertainty clouds her face, but she’s got that friendly, affable cuteness that comes from an easy-going approach to life.

Or maybe I’m just hot for her style and am reading too much into it.

“You’re Scarlett, right?” I say, “The party planner?”

“Err, yeah.” She’s got maybe a decade on me. Twenty-seven, if I had to guess.

“Then no, you don’t want my dad.” I open the door, welcome her in. “I’m James, and I’m actually the one putting this together for my parents.”

“It was you I talked to on the phone?” She walks in, her pumps clacking on the tile. She’s wearing black stockings and a black sweater over a white button-down blouse, all very clean and professional. But it’s her pleated black skirt that’s snared my attention, the way its tall waistband is cinched stiff around her tight belly, the way the pleats spread out, hinting at some juicy curves beneath.

I shake my head, try to put my horniness aside. She’s told old for me anyway. She looks over her shoulder, shoots me an anticipatory look. Why is she… oh, wait! She asked me a question. Read more »

That time my niece got jealous of her friend… [Mff] [oral, cum, light incest]

Jessa sits up and freezes, eyes wide. The sudden motion makes her pool float bob in the water. “Shhh! I hear something!”

Kenzie, a few feet away on her own floating chair, cocks her head, listening. “Just the garage door,” she says, “He’s cool. And I’m his favorite niece, he won’t mind.” She sucks the straw into her mouth and splashes her friend.

“Hey!” Jessa shouts, splashing Kenzie back.

The glass door slides open. Bill looks out, anger on his face. “What the hell–”

“Hi, Uncle Bill!” Kenzie shouts, “I hope it’s ok. I found your secret key.” She flashes him a wide grin, her braces sparkling in the sunlight.

“Kenzie?” he says, anger giving way to confusion, then annoyance, “What’re you doing here?”

Kenzie props up on her elbows. She’s lithe, flexible. The coral-colored string bikini contrasts against her pale skin, the fabric stretching to contain her chest as it bounces with her movement. She knows that the barbells piercing her nipples show through the cups, knows how to use her sex appeal to get away with a lot. Sure, Uncle Bill is family, but he is still a man. Read more »

Got a facial, massage, and room service [MF]

Ricky is smooth without being obvious about it, like all the best salesmen. I know I’m being sold to, it’s a given. I’m the gatekeeper to the copious funds my division allocates to special projects, and he represents a firm which is a provider of said special projects.

Every proposal, there’s a game we play. I tell Ricky about the proposal while pretending to be shopping around, approaching other vendors. He pretends to believe me, and wines and dines me with increasingly extravagant experiences until I’m convinced that his firm really has the strongest bid.

And the experiences certainly are extravagant. Impossible-to-get-a-reservation fine dining, box seats to playoff games, backstage pass meet-and-greets with musicians, underground pop-up nightclubs, one time even the players’ dinner at a celebrity golf tournament. Money and smiles unlock doors, and Ricky is a master key.

There’s a fine line. He’s not allowed to just hand me cash. Cash, or gifts with cash value, is bribery, and bribery is against The Rules. But to woo me with exclusive experiences? That’s just a sales tactic. Read more »

My wife’s co-worker and I had an instant connection, continued [MF] [anal, oral, bondage] [cheating] [forced orgasm]

“Will, there’s some woman calling in. I told her you were busy, but she says it’s urgent?” The receptionist, Marlene, leaned through the door into the conference room. “Says her name is Erica.”

I made a pained expression, then flashed an apologetic shrug to the room — a half dozen of my colleagues. “Erica, no last name? She say who she’s with?”

“Nuh-uh,” Marlene shook her head. “She wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer. Something about a listing, but I thought Tony said you weren’t doing listings anymore.”

“I’m not,” I said, “Give it to Pam.” Pam had taken the sales spot I’d vacated last month.

Marlene hesitated. “Umm. She said she only would talk to you. She was pretty clear about that.”

I sighed.

“She said something about being in your pocket,” Marlene continued, “Or from your pocket or something. I didn’t understand.”

Pocket? What?

“It’s ok, Will,” said Freddie, my boss, “We could use a break anyway. My coffee’s run out.”

Then the pieces began to click, my eyes began to widen. “Thanks, Freddie, everyone,” I mumbled, distracted. Erica Cheung, my wife Nancy’s co-worker, who last month at a dinner party shoved her panties in my pocket. “I’ll, uh, reschedule this.” Read more »

I fucked a cute customer in the dressing room [MF]

“I wanted those in separate bags,” the woman hollered at me, “How can you be so stupid? Learn to do your job!”

“Sorry, ma’am,” I said, “I actually have to charge you for a second bag, and–”

“No, this is unacceptable,” she cut me off, “Do what I said or I will be contacting your manager.”

I swallowed, suppressing my urge to slap her, to yell back, to sigh, to do anything, really, other than to not lose this job. “Yes, ma’am. I can make an exception to the policy.”

“I knew it,” she grinned in triumph, condescending, the least friendly grin I’d seen in, oh, give or take twenty minutes.

“Here you are, ma’am.” I handed her the bags.

She glowered at me. “The receipt?”

“In the second bag.”

She stomped off. I glanced up, across the aisle, over the perfumes department, through home furnishings, and out the glass door, where I could see a tiny sliver of the outside world. The end times did not appear to be upon us, so my prayers were as usual being ignored.

“Rough day?” Read more »