The Sorority Party [reverse gangbang] [wife age 50+, me age 40+, multiple girls age 20-25]

I woke to a newspaper swatting my head.

“Get your ass over there and tell them girls to turn that damn music down…..or I’m calling the police!”

I sat up groggily, still waking up and trying to figure out just what the hell was going on exactly.

There was a loud, low rumble of music coming from our neighbors. Apparently, it had been enough to wake my wife.

Beverly was more than ten years my senior, and since I was well into my forties, that made her pretty dang old. It didn’t help that I looked incredibly young for my age while her hair had turned silvery white years ago.

Often people mistook her for my mother, and over the years she had begun to act accordingly…..fixing my meals, sending me off to work each morning, and scolding me constantly.

“If you don’t go take care of it, I will!” Beverly snarled.

She would too.

I glanced at her warily.

“Are you sure you want me going over there and trying to break up a sorority party at this time of night…..I mean, walking into a house full of girls?”

Unexpected Office Visit

Unexpected Office Visit

“Get me out of here.” Your message says. You are having one of those crazy days at work again. Usually I respond with “I’m sorry to hear that.” Or give you encouragement that you can do it.

Today is different. I am feeling frisky. And a little bit risky. Maybe a little bit naughty too. I need to see you. I want to. This time, I will make a hasty decision to come and see you. Yes, it is not well thought of, but it’s all about the thrill and the risk this time.

It still feels like winter even if it’s supposed to be the first day of spring tomorrow. I put on my wool winter coat, thigh high boots and grab my car keys. I’m not sure how you would react once you see me show up at your office. I just hope you don’t have meetings by the time I get there. You went to the office super early today to fix something and I’m sure by this time you’re already worn out at work.

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Wife filmed on SimpliSafe camera

My wife and I have been married for close to 8 years and have enjoyed a very fun and fulfilling sex life. The longer we are together the better and closer intimacy feels. We are usually pretty private with details but, as the title states this one video is one that stands out. A little bit about us, we enjoy the thrill of the idea of being watched or caught while being intimate. My wife likes the idea of being seen as well. One evening when a spontaneous moment happened in our living room, I moved the camera on our bookshelf to face towards the couch. One of the things I loved about the video was the realness of it. Nothing was planned. Her work files are scattered on the floor, her shoes nearby, etc. It wasn’t the usual type of video we would do where it was planned but a real moment. Also, the camera added a quality to it that was different from other types of recordings. Those are the moments I love the most with her and the type of sex that is the best. As she gets in position her hands hit the blinds and causes them to move followed by hear moans echoing through the living room. I love the intimacy of seeing my bride ride within the house she makes a home!

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[F4M} Don’t Move Part 2 [M40] [F35] [BDSM] [Punishment] [D/s] [Sir] [Princess] [Flogging] [Owned] [Blindfold] [Fingering] [Teasing]

Before Patrick shut the door, I knew I was in trouble. As soon as he stepped in the house I heard his deep voice in a low dom tone, “Bedroom, now!”
As I walked to the bedroom a slight smirk came across my face. I knew I was going to be punished for not obeying his commands at dinner. I was still reeling from the orgasm he gave me under the table while our friends carried on their polite conversations.
I stepped into the bedroom and Patrick quickly followed, slamming the door. He turned me around to face him.
“You were a bad girl at dinner! No panties, drawing attention to yourself, and the worst offense was moving when I specifically commanded you not to. What am I going to do with you, Princess?”
I knew this was a rhetorical question, and I simply shrugged my shoulders and lowered my gaze from him. This caused him to chuckle.
“Acting innocent now isn’t going to save you. Take off your shoes and get on your knees.”
I quickly slipped out of my shoes and lowered myself to kneel before him, my heart pounding with thoughts of what wonderful punishments I was going to receive. He walked around me, inspecting my body, letting out little chuckles from time to time. He stopped in front of me and bent down, lifting my chin so our eyes met.
“Now, you want to be a good girl? Trust me, you’re going to be the best girl Princess, just you wait.”
Patrick stood back up and went to the toy drawer. I heard him rustling around which made me excited, he knew my favorite toys, he knew my favorite punishments, and most of all he knew how to make me suffer without saying a word.
I felt him behind me as he placed a blindfold on my face. The coolness of the silk felt good on my skin and I felt myself growing wet with anticipation.
“Stand up Princess.”
He helped me to my feet and I felt his hard body press up against my back. He pulled my hair gently back to one side and kissed my neck. “You look so nice in this dress, I hope it wasn’t terribly expensive,” he whispered in my ear before he began ripping it off of me. The fabric fell to the floor as he unsnapped my bra and threw it to the side.
“You are so perfect, look at how beautiful your body is, especially when I know it’s all mine.”
His hands started exploring my body, and I heard his chuckles as I whimpered and moaned at his touch. The temptation to face him and kiss him was very intense, but I held my composure as his hands wandered from my breasts to my stomach to the outer lips of my pussy.
Instinctively my hips bucked and I felt a sharp slap on my ass.
“You are such an eager little slut, but you need to learn to stay still. Had you done that in the first place, we wouldn’t be here now, isn’t that right?”
“Yes Sir, I’m sorry Sir.”
I felt him back away from me, and I knew he was going for his favorite flogger. My pussy pulsated at the thought of him using it on me, how many strikes would I be getting? How hard would he be hitting me?
“Hands on the bed, ass in the air!” he commanded
He slowly led me to the bed and made sure my hands were firmly and comfortably placed where he wanted them. His warm hand caressed my back finding their way down the curves of my ass.
Once his hand left my body, I knew it was time. I could smell the leather of the flogger before he swung it. The slight stings of his warm up lashes were enough to get my endorphins racing.
“Don’t move Princess, and I mean it this time.”
Before I knew it the warm up was over, and we had moved on to the real show. Slap after slap, lash after lash, I felt the sting of the cold leather and tried my best to stay still. I could feel my skin becoming warm from each strike. Patrick was enjoying it as much as I was, but he never lost focus on what he was doing.
Unexpectedly he stopped and began rubbing my cheeks, I felt his hand slowly move around to the outer lips of my pussy, then he plunged one finger in to gauge my wetness.
“You’re soaking wet Princess.”
He added another finger hitting my g-spot, then his thumb on my clit. My legs were shaking, and I felt as if I was going to collapse.
“I said don’t move, and here you are shaking,” he said, playfully taunting me. “It’s time to continue with your punishments, can you handle that?”
Through my moans, and gasping for breath I managed to get out, “Yes Sir” before he spun me around and guided me to my knees.

“This next part is going to be so much fun for both of us. Now remember to relax your throat.”

The Angry Fuck [FM]

Please note: I hung back from posting this as it isn’t my usual style, but I felt I needed to get this off my chest! Everyone has to work through their anger right?

I whipped off my dress, panties already off. I shoved him against the wall. Ripped his tshirt off and kissed him hard. I wasn’t waiting. I needed to fuck him out of my system. His belt was next, then his zip, followed finally by his dick. Fuck him.

I pushed him onto the bed and clambered on top of him, wasting no time lowering my wet cunt onto his desperate and needy cock. I leant over and grabbed his wrists, sliding onto him quickly and forcefully. Fuck him.

I looked into his eyes, feeling every emotion again. The lust, the excitement, the intoxication. I bit his lip as I squeezed his cock with my tight little pussy. Fuck him.

I breathed it all in. His face, his scent, his sounds. His eyes penetrated my own. I felt seen, I felt understood. I stopped fucking for a second, closing my eyes to really feel him deep inside me. I found myself lost in this moment once again. I was in limbo. Caught between lust and reason. Fuck him.

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SAD GIRL [F/M] [FEMDOM] [INFIDELITY] [PUNISHMENT] [SAD EROTICA]

# S A D G I R L

She stood on the steps of her apartment building, dressed in her favorite oversized shirt and cutoff shorts. He had left her there, alone, once again. She knew he was off with his family, pretending like she didn’t exist. But she didn’t care. She liked her neighborhood, her gun, and her little car.

She was his girl and would protect him, no matter what. As she walked down the street, her gun tucked securely in her waistband, she couldn’t help but feel a little sexy. She knew her power over him and how he looked at her when she pulled out her gun. It was a thrill she couldn’t resist.

She hopped into her little car and drove down the street, the wind blowing through her hair. She loved the way it felt like she was invincible. She pulled into an empty parking lot and waited. She knew he would come back eventually.

And when he did, she was ready. They climbed into the back of her car, his hands fumbling with her cutoff shorts as she pulled up her oversized shirt. She wanted him to see her, to really see her, but he never did. He always left her wanting more.

Fixing her hangover [MF] [free use] [oral]

She was out all day yesterday drinking with friends, sending me increasingly drunk and horny messages as the hours passed. Home late, and straight to bed after forcing down a large glass of water.

So she’s going to need a little help this morning, once she finally wakes.

I hear some slow movement, so I judge that she’s ready for my patented hangover cure. Outside the bedroom door, I open reddit and find one of those subreddits that never fails to come up with inspiring images and gifs (you know the ones. r/nofanscouples or r/bdsmgw or r/deniedgirls or r/forcedorgasms).

A minute or two later of stroking and my excitement at what I’ve got planned is enough to have me ready to go.

I push open the door, naked and carrying a glass of berocca and some paracetamol (acetaminophen for y’all over there), my cock hard as a rock between them.

I place the glass and the tablets on the side, kiss her on the forehead and kneel next to her on the bed.

Red Like Fire [cnc] [hypnotism] [mff] [bondage] [anal play] [impact play] [slave play]

*Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and in no way condones acts of sexual assault or violence. All acts of sexual intercourse and play depicted in this story are preformed by consenting adults.*

[https://imgur.com/a/83HgoNt](https://imgur.com/a/83HgoNt)

Day 1: The hypnotherapy worked! I slept and truly got some rest for the first time in a long time! I normally stay up long past midnight and when I do close my eyes, I’m tossing and turning like mad. The therapist is cheap and says I should come in weekly for at least four months to make this permanent. I’m already scheduling my next session!

Day 16: Two whole weeks of rest. It was amazing! But this time after my third session I had my first dream since I was a child. It felt so comforting. My therapist said my dreams would get more vivid as our sessions continued, more real. I honestly can’t wait.

Day 26: It’s so weird. I keep waking up horny. I had to buy a dildo after three days. My therapist says now that I’m getting more rest, my body will be using that extra energy I have. I don’t mind. Perhaps my next boyfriend will enjoy this little surprise.

My parents have no idea I’m fucking my best friend {ff} pt3(final)

There are two pools at the resort, a bigger one, and a smaller, more private pool. We get to the smaller pool and it is stunning. Calm water surrounded by empty chairs. It’s just us at the pool. It oversees the ocean in the distance too. Jess and I grin at each other before we Bline it to the water. Throw our towels on a chair and jump in. Of course, we are both giggling and having a good time. Full of conversation about the trip and just normal topics.

Soon enough, we realize we haven’t seen anyone. As our normal conversation dies down, we both catch the heaviness of the tension. When we lock eyes for too long or our faces get too close, it feels like slow motion. I reach around her to grab my drink I brought from the room. Too close. I don’t even grab my drink before I feel it. She’s looking at me with those doe eyes. I can see her get trapped in the moment, I feel it too. My hand falls back down but I don’t move away from her. I can’t stop it, nor do I want to.

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My parents have no idea I’m fucking my best friend{ff} pt2-pool

Immediately jolted from our daze, Jess gets interjected into the conversation. Panicked, her voice comes out a little shaky. She responds. My hand stays. Her grip on my leg gets tighter as she has to hold it together. She’s mid conversation as my finger flicks at her soaked pussy. She’s doing good. I press harder, teasing the opening of her pussy. Her jaw twitches but she covers it with a small cough. God damn she is so fucking wet, my fingers are sliding over her.

The conversation switches and we are back to being in our own world. I hear her sigh of relief. She barely is able to relax before I slip the tip of my finger inside of her. She squirms. Holding in the small moan that would’ve typically escaped her. I couldn’t help it, her pussy is begging for me. I move it back and forth slowly. I curve my finger slightly and can feel the roughness of her gspot. I play with it while I’m inside her. Watch her bite her lip and try to be ok. I can see her wanting me more with every single stroke of my mere finger tip. Just feeling her tightness around my finger and the wetness of her pussy makes me feral. And it’s just my finger tip.

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