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The Arrangement [Mff] [threesome with anal]

Naked and freshly showered, I laid back on the couch between the two girls, my thick cock resting on my belly, rude and demanding and impossible to ignore.

“Alright, ladies,” I said, “It’s not gonna suck itself.”

A protest formed on Kayla’s — the pretty blonde one’s — lips. She still was wearing that knit gray beanie, the one that matched her tight sweater. “But–” she started.

“But what?” I cut her off, “You think that being hot means you get things for free? I wouldn’t let Helen of Troy herself crash without payment.”

“Who’s Troy?”

“Kayla, c’mon, you agreed,” said Abby, the cute and busty brunette one. She was dressed the same as her friend, but in white instead of gray, her sweater deliciously tight. She already had my dick in her hand, was feeling its weight.

“Kayla,” I said, “You telling me you don’t like a good, solid fuck?”

They exchanged glances.

“That’s what I thought.” I grinned. “Stuck up skank like you, probably thirsty for a proper lay, aren’t you.”

“I’m not–” Kayla protested. She looked anxious. Read more »

My wife is owned by another man [FM M] [cuckold fucking]

“Yes, I love you, Christopher,” Leanne said, “That’s why I married you. But this thing with Paul, it’s different. And it’s not cheating.”

“What?” I said, “You’re going to have sex with him! How is that not cheating?”

“He just wants anal,” she said, her tone weary, like she was explaining something basic. She tucked her hair behind her ear. Deep red, in a short, cute style, it looked good on her.

“You don’t even let me near your ass,” I protested.

“Yes, obviously,” Leanne rolled her eyes, “You’re married to me, you get my pussy whenever you want it, I don’t know why that’s not enough for you. But my ass has always belonged to Paul.”

I glared at her. “Fine, your pussy’s mine? Let’s fuck. Right now.” She was sitting next to me on the couch wearing sexy black lingerie that I’d never seen before. I reached over to grab her hips, but she swatted my hand away.

“No,” she said, “Now’s not a good time.”

I started, “But you said–” Read more »

How I hooked up with my cousin [MF] [do cousins count for [incest] I’m not sure] [sex]

I was cooking up dinner in my tiny apartment’s tiny kitchen when Alessa walked out of the tiny bathroom wearing nothing but a tiny bit of clothing. With just a red bra and matching panties over her smooth olive skin, I took in her graceful slenderness. And with nice tits and a round ass… well, I had to force myself to look away.

“Whatcha making?” she asked, walking over to the couch, only a few feet away.

“Just grilling up some fish,” I said.

“You didn’t have to make me a meal, you know.” She fished around in her suitcase, ass up in the air. I caught hint of the mound between her legs.

“No, it’s fun,” I said, “Plus, it’s easier to cook for two than one.”

“Cooking for one? That sounds so sad!” She pulled out a hoodie and shorts, and slipped them on. “Sucks about you and Rachel, we all thought you two’d end up getting married and all. When’d you split up?”

“Been a couple weeks now, I guess.” I scooped the dinner onto plates and set them down on my tiny dining table. “But I think I’m over it. Kind of a long time coming, if you know what I mean.” Read more »

When the hottest girl at school asked me for a favor… [mf] [first time] [wholesome…?]

I was bullshitting with Joey, cropping photos while he glued them down onto the page, when Kinzie Evans walked in to our classroom.

“What’s Kinzie doing here?” I said.

“How the fuck should I know?” Joey didn’t even look up. “Go and ask her.”

“No… I don’t think–”

“You chicken,” Joey taunted, making chicken noises, “Bkawwk!”

“I don’t see you walking over, either!”

“I’m not the one infatuated with her.” He glued down another photo.

I protested, “I’m not infatuated!”

Kinzie Evans was just about the hottest girl in our school, in a way different league than Joey or me. Cute, cheerful, sparkling eyes, a nice rack, and she moved with this certain aloofness, as if she existed on a whole special world separate from the comings and goings of us common folk. Like now, just drifting into Yearbook midway through the period. If anyone else had showed up without a pass or even a good story, our teacher would’ve kicked them out. But not with Kinzie. No, she was just casually chatting with friends, not buying into school as anything more than a social opportunity. Read more »

I had an unexpected connection with my boyfriend’s uncle [fM] [cheating] [anal]

I was hunched over the breakfast table, shoving not-warm-enough scrambled eggs into my mouth when Luke gave me a peck on the forehead. “You’re sure it’s ok?”

“Yes,” I rolled my eyes, “She’s your Nana, I get it.”

“We’ll be back soon, though,” Luke said.

“Luke,” I said, “Don’t rush back on my behalf. It’s seriously fine.”

His mom leaned into the kitchen. “Nana’s waiting, Luke. Your cousins are ready. It’s just you.”

“Don’t hurry the boy,” I heard Nana say from the foyer, “He’s young and in love. It’s a shame you don’t let him and Daniela stay in the same room.”

“Mom!” Luke’s dad protested, “He’s a good boy! They’re waiting for marriage.”

Luke’s Aunt Doreen leaned across the table and pinched his cheek. In an ironic way, of course. “Aren’t you a good little boy, Luke. Found Jesus and everything,” she teased. Uncle Peter sat next to her, sipping his coffee, grinning.

Luke blushed and shook his head.

“Go,” I urged, pushing him towards the door. “Your Nana sounds like a riot.” Read more »

I met my girlfriend’s sister for the first time, and it went better than expected [FMF] [poppin cherries] [seduction] [Fdom, sort of]

“So you’re Carter? You’re the one fucking my sister?”

I walked in the room and I was staring at her. I knew Nicole had an older sister — Violet — off at grad school on the other side of the country, but she’d never much talked about her. I don’t know how I expected Violet to be, but it wasn’t what I was seeing. “Nicole in the shower?” I asked.

“Obviously,” the girl said, “Now answer my fucking question.”

Ivory skin, black hair, black eyeliner, black lipstick, tight leather choker. And she was wearing a high-waisted black dress that only came down mid-thigh, stopping a few inches above black mesh stockings. It was cinched tight beneath her tits, and a valley of cleavage above. To top it off, except the makeup, she even looked like Nicole, and was just as cute. Although Nicole didn’t have a pierced lip like Violet did, or so many piercings in her ears. So, like I said, I was staring. But Violet didn’t seem to mind the attention.

“Well, I’m, like, her boyfriend, but we’re taking things slow, like,” I said, taking a seat on the bed closest to the door, the one with Nicole’s luggage on it. Read more »

I’m a “superhost” [MF]

*This is based on true events — the core of this story really happened.*

I inherited a house a number of years ago that has a separate studio apartment in the backyard — an ‘in-law unit’ they call it. I live in the main house, and I make some extra cash by renting out the studio as a bed-and-breakfast. Running it as a vacation rental is less hassle than tenants and lease agreements and all that, plus now that I’m a “superhost” it’s pulling in good money.

From the guests’ point of view, I’ve got the whole arrangement automated — if the renters want to avoid me, they can. But I’m literally next door, nothing but a yard dominated by a pool between us, so I usually give them a friendly wave hello.

When Cora checked in for a three-night stay in early Spring, I didn’t think anything of it. It was just another booking, same as the rest.

But that late afternoon, when I was prepping dinner for myself, and I saw through the kitchen window a woman navigating a roller suitcase through my side gate, I had to do a double-take. She was dressed professionally, business casual or whatever. But she was insanely cute — big bright eyes, prominent cheekbones, a flat nose, and curly brunette hair cropped short. Read more »

Working the night shift [MFM] [glory hole] [teasing] [POV]

Maria leans out from behind her curtain and calls your name. “You’ve got a customer,” she says, “Booth four. Man and woman.”

It’s 2:12 in the morning and you’re sitting in the cramped, dimly lit green room. You’re not sure if it’s called that because they consider this space a lounge for performers, or because the walls are literally painted a deep forest green. But you find that the couch makes the place comfortable enough and, despite the cramped conditions, the owners keep it neat and tidy.

You rise up, tucking your phone away into your cubby. You lean against the wall near Maria’s kiosk and see her flipping through a Spanish-language magazine.

“A couple, huh?” you say to her, “That should be interesting.”

Maria doesn’t look up, but grins like she knows something you don’t. “I didn’t say they’re a couple. Not sure what they are, to be true. Didn’t ask, didn’t say.”

Maria’s been in this business a long time, longer than you’ve been alive. She’s seen everything there is to see. To catch her interest like this is unusual. You ask, “What’d Rocky say?” The bouncer. Read more »

The sexiest spot in the Caribbean [FFmm] [MILFs and boys]

Trish stood in front of us, naked, her petite body squeezed between the two tall, beefy dudes with long, thick cocks hanging between their legs. She had her arms around them possessively, her dark olive skin pressed against theirs, one darker than her, the other lighter.

Her guys were quiet, staying casual, and plainly not interested in Zelda and me.

“I’m going to Rodrigo here’s room for a little while,” Trish said, “Catch up with you bitches later.”

“See ya,” Zelda said, “Ya lucky bitch.”

“Fucking Trish,” I muttered to Zelda as the trio headed away, over to the buildings, “There’s all of two hot guys here, and she’s gotta take both of them?”

“Did you see that guy’s cock, Kara?” Zelda said, rolling her eyes at me, “He’d have split you in half.”

“I know,” I whined, “That’s what I want.”

She continued, “We’ll find guys of our own. Or get drunk trying.” She held up her empty mimosa glass, trying to catch the wait staff’s attention. Read more »