No Tell Motel- M/F BBW/Anal

Stacy look at the slightly crooked sign over the washed-out exterior of the motel. In a flowing script the words “Shamrock Motel” were visible under the dirt and grime. She sighed heavily as she looked around. It had been years since she had been to this side of town, the phrase “wrong side of the tracks” coming to mind. Could she leave her Lexus here unattended? Hell, was it safe for her to be here as well?

Stacy would have preferred to meet at one of the finer boutique hotels downtown. She thought of the high thread count bedding, elegant décor, and impeccable service. But Eric had been right, they were both too visible downtown. Stacy had been working at a law firm for years, she would be making partner soon. During this time, she had become a fixture at both the courthouse and as many societal events that she could fit in. Stacy was surrounded by petite and demure women, she stood out in stark contrast to their pastels. In the heels she wore daily, Stacy stood just shy of 6 feet tall. Her long straight black hair hung to her waist, the dark curtain a contrast to her pale skin and startling blue eyes. Along with her height, Stacy had a full lush body that she chose to show off instead of hide. Her trademark all black form fitting suits as well known as her ambition and drive.

Businessman and the Barista (MF/Light BDSM)

Seeing you walk through the door was always the best part of my day. No matter how long the line up was, I always took a minute to drink you in. I know you worked in the office tower near by, your impeccable suits gave it away. Today you were in a dark charcoal suit that had been tailored to fit your muscular frame. The white shirt making your smile even brighter as your eyes found mine. I do not know what drew you to me, we are complete opposites. You are a picture of sophistication and elegance; I am down to earth and covered in tattoos. Yet every day you seek me out, causing me to fumble orders and noticeably blush.

I am wearing my usual barista uniform, worn jeans and boots paired with a snug fitting black t shirt and apron. My mop of curls is pinned back off my face, just a touch of lipstick on to draw your eyes to my full mouth. I am older than the other barista’s, most of them in university or starting out in life. I work this job to save money to open my own business, a goal I am getting close to.

After years of waiting.. you are mine (MF/Cheating/Long)

I planned the stolen night like I plan most things in my life, with attention to detail and contingency plans. I covered my own alibi well, my family thinking I was heading off to a well-deserved weeklong girl’s trip. Well I was going to be joining my girlfriends on their annual ski trip, I was stealing the first 24 hours for myself. The girls thought I was taking a night to myself to rest and recharge before our usually rowdy time. It was almost too easy, suddenly I had 24 hours to myself where no one would be looking for me.

I don’ t know what you told your family, nor do I care. I trust you to be through and discreet. We have been dancing around this night for years, starting off with a subtle flirting and progressing to red hot desire. I was finally going to get what I have been yearning for, to be owned and taken in a way that was making me weak to think about.

The best orgasm of my life (FF/Squirting)

Maggie was my first female partner, the one that taught me how to please another woman. She showed me how to find my own gspot as well as someone else’s. She also was the one to teach me how to squirt. How to recognize that build up in my lower abdomen that was different than anything else. What positions and acts caused it to intensify and how to control it. Under Maggie’s tutelage I learned to give myself over to the sensation of releasing my cum and elevating my orgasms to another level.

It is with Maggie that I had the most powerful orgasm of my life, one that I clearly remember many years later. It was just the two of us in a hotel room, the whole night to ourselves. There were times when we had our boyfriends or others join us, but tonight was just about us. We lay naked in one of the beds together, our bodies pressed tight to each other. I was taller than Maggie, my breasts resting on top of hers. We were both curvy women, our softness allowing us to feel merged into one another.

Enjoying the neighbor boy and his friend… MILF.

It had been years since I had seen you, I almost did not recognize you. Gone was the lanky and awkward teen who had shot basketball in front of my house on Saturdays. In his place was this tall and broad-shouldered young man leaning against his car talking to his friends. I decided to walk to the end of my laneway to get a better look, pretending to get the mail as a pretense. I checked myself in the mirror before I left, adjusting my bra, and freshening up my lipstick. My brown eyes flashed back at me as I tucked a strand of black hair behind my ear. I always thought Nate had potential to grow up into a stud, now I needed to see for myself.

Alone time- Female Masturbation

It had been a crazy few weeks, but I finally had a day to myself. Family was out of the house until dinner and I had nothing but time on my hands. I had a list of errands to do but decided to have a slow quiet morning to ease into the day. I started off with a nice long shower and was wrapped up in a towel, deciding what to do next. As I let my mind wander… I realized I had the time and privacy to do something I had not done in a little while. A full-on pleasure session, where I could spread out, take my time, and really let myself go. Usually I touched myself quickly, and without making a lot of noise. But the more I thought about it the more I realized I was way over do to have a way better start to the day then I had originally planned.

Taking care of my husband after a long day… Lactation

My husband does an incredible job looking after his family, balances working long hours and making sure he never misses a game or a birthday. This can take a toll at times; he gets exhausted and the stress gets the better of him. When this happens and I see him getting burnt out I plan a special evening to help him recharge. Let me tell you about the last time this happened…

He was having dinner with clients and I knew he would be back later in the evening. This was perfect as it gave me time to get ready. The kids were dropped off for a sleepover, the house clean and candles lit in our master bath and bedroom.

Opening her up to possibilities… Mainly FF with a bit of M. Long.

It was not the first time I had seen her naked, or the first time I had kissed her or even run my hands over her body. It was the first time though that she was going to give herself over to me. The first time I could do what I liked to her and bring to life fantasies that had kept me awake at night.

Sarah and her husband had been in an open relationship with my husband and I for a few months now. I had enjoyed exploring her husband and getting to know what made him moan and beg for release. I had especially enjoyed watching my husband please Sarah. He is talented in bed and I knew that Sarah was being awoken in ways she had not been before.

Opening her up.. Part 4 – Final

I murmured that they were not to enter me yet. To wait. I began to focus more on Sarah’s clit, licking around and over it. It grew harder under my tongue and Sarah’s twisting body made me must focus on keeping up with her. I placed my elbows on the bed, my arms over her hips and brought my hands to her slick pussy. I used my fingers to part her lips and expose her clit. While this was happening, I could continue to feel the tip of a hard cock move up and down over my own pussy- from clit to opening and back again. I was so wet myself that he slipped up and down easily. I had an idea, one that I had been hoping to do.. what better time then now? I urgently whispered that it was time to fill me, strong hands grabbed both hips and I felt a Sarah’s husbands cock stretch me open. I suspected it would be his cock, it was confirmed when I felt the girth push me open. A moan escaped my lips, and I had to take a moment to refocus as he started to slam deep into me. It was almost impossible to give Sarah’s pussy the attention it deserved while getting pounded, but I needed to. I gently began to suckle Sarah’s clit, taking it completely in my mouth. The key was to never let it out of my mouth, never break the seal I made with my lips. I began to suck in earnest, rubbing my tongue along her clit as I did so.

Opening her up…. Part 3

I again work my way up the inside of Sarah’s thighs, but this time I add the feeling of my nipples brushing her leg as well. Sarah is unprepared for this sensation and quivers under me. I decide to take a chance, I bypass her pussy with my face but slow as my breasts come level. I very slowly run the tip of my breast up her untouched slit. My flinty nipple nudging her soft folds. I cup under my breast to help guide my nipple to her clit, the tip brushing against her inflamed core. When I make contact, Sarah bucks under me, grabbing fistfuls of the sheet under her. I do the same process with my other nipple; this time Sarah is prepared and thrusts against it. I now have two nipples coated with her juice… I raise up to my knees and motion for the men to come to me. Both men know not to be gentle with me and soon they are both latched on and I can feel their teeth as they eagerly lick and suck each drop of Sarah from me. I find myself getting lost in the sensation and need to pull myself back, I push the men off and am now ready to visit the place I have been yearning for.