Steamy Shower

We’re on the couch watching another rerun of Law and Order when you stretch and yawn, drawing up the front of your shirt and showing off your stomach and the edge of your panties creeping up from your sweat pants. I plan my move to put my hand down them and kiss you in one motion, but you stand up before I get to. Damnit, missed.
“I think I’m gonna go take a shower,” you mumble with a tired voice. Well now there’s an idea. I agree and follow you upstairs to the master bathroom. Standing on the cold tile floor we undress: you, seemingly uninterested in what I’m doing, and me, gawking like a high schooler at you as you strip down, not even trying to be as sexy as you are. My hard on changes things when I turn around. Your eyes focus as a sly smile spreads over your face. “Oh, so it’s that kind of shower then?” You ask while your hand subconsciously touches your slit, spreading it slightly.
“Well I was hoping so at least,” I admit with a chuckle. You face away from me to lean forward and turn the shower head on. I can see where your fingers smeared your sweet juice on the inside of your thighs as you bend over. I step forward and make you moan gently as my fingers slip into your pussy. I finger you slowly for a moment, as long as I can stand. I must be in you. I grab my cock and slid the head of it between your glistening labia, ready to take you.
“No, I haven’t shaved lately,” You tell me as you stand up, bashfully covering your snatch. I groan loudly, animal-like. You laugh as you step under the warm stream of water, letting it flow over your small breasts and fledgling bush.
“Then you better get your razor, I need you, Sara.” I say without even trying to hide my desperation. To be honest I kind of liked the short trimmed look, but it’s your pussy, I’m just fucking it. With a sigh you grab the shaving cream and hand it to me, sitting down with your razor on the bench along the wall of the shower.
“You’re going to help then,” your legs spread towards me. “Get to lathering.” I kneel into the stream of the shower, getting eye level with your lady garden. With a handful of shaving cream, I begin to cover your light colored hair. I resist the urge to play with you too much, but I love it when your lips go between my fingers and I can pull them downward as I lather you. Taking longer than I could have I lean back to admire my work while reaching for the razor in your hand. “Oh no, I’m not letting you do that, you know that.” It’s true, I had asked to once before and you had told me no, later admitting with a red face and eyes towards the floor that it was because you thought you were too “lippy” and was afraid I’d cut you by accident. While both were true, I probably would accidentally hurt you not knowing how to properly shave down there, you seemed embarrassed by how your pussy looked because it wasn’t the perfect porn stat style simp. What you didn’t understand was that while those looked good on a screen, and sure felt good to fuck, there’s something about a pussy with some good lips on it. Yours came down and spread, like a butterfly. From the red hot center, fading to pinks at the edges. It was a beauty to look at, a pleasure to touch and play with, great feeling in my mouth and sexy to watch grip my dick while you rode on top of me. And now as I sit here watching you carefully shave and swath clean every nook and cranny from your pant line to below your slit, I remember I do prefer clean shaven for one thing.
Spraying between your legs to clean the last bits of shaving cream off of you, I rub you, feigning cleaning. You close your eyes so I lean in and sink my tongue into you, the water rushing over my head. My lips suck and pull at you, making your butterfly wings drag over my teeth. Your hands grip my hair as I tongue your delicious hole, savoring the taste of your body. I make sure to get your flavor all over the inside of my mouth before standing to kiss you. You moan a satisfied sound as your own snatches wetness dances across your tastebuds.
“I want to fuck your pussy raw,” I say into your mouth between sloppy kisses. Your last kiss is hard before spinning around and bending over for me. I hold your snatch open with two fingers while my other hand lines up my stiff cock with your opening. I glide into you, feeling how tight you grip me as I go deep. Your moan echoes against the granite and tile, encouraging me to go deeper until I feel my sack touch your pelvis. I fuck you steady, ass bouncing as I hit it with every stroke. I give it a slap, making you breathe even harder. My hands grip your cheeks right, pulling them apart enough to see not only my shaft being squeezed by you, but also your backdoor. My thumb slides between your ass, massaging your tiny hole and easing into it. Your hand reaches to mine, not to move it but to grip it as my single digits moves inside of your ass.
“Fuck yeah, fuck me.” You mutter. “Does it feel good honey?” You rub my hand. I make a noise similar to an agreement. “Fuck my ass, I want you to put it in my ass, ok?” I pause. You’ve never let me do that before.
“Are you sure?” I mainly ask out of respect. You pull yourself forward and off of me, nodding. Our shower caddy had a number of interesting things on it, the least being my personal oil. You pour some into your hand and show me rubbing it in between your ass cheeks.
“Please be gentle,” your eyes are as unsure as your words. “If it hurts I’ll tell you.” I can’t see your face anymore as you lean forward and presents yourself to me, but I’d imagine you’re nervous. I move the shower to not flow on us directly and lube my dick and your asshole again. You take a deep breathe and then inhale sharply as I start to spread you with the tip of shaft. I ease back and keep pouring more line until I can’t see the head of my cock anymore. Your breaths are raged as I move into you, slowly pressing forward until I’m mostly in you. As I pull outward you grab your ass and let out a startled noise. I feel your hole grip around the base of my head and press back in, better lubed and more comfortable now. You sigh, gaining confidence as I pull back again, smoother still. I go in a bit faster, making you jump a little before you push yourself back on me further than I had gone before. I stand still for a minute to let you figure out your own pace. You press your ass hard against me, taking everything I can put into you.
“Do you like it?” I ask, obviously enjoying it myself. The tightness was unreal, clenched onto me harder than anything I’d ever felt before.
“I don’t know, I might need to try it for a bit longer to tell. It feels weird, but good.” You pause while balls deep on me. “You know, you could finish in me like this,” You trail off, opening the door to a messy finish. I reach under you and pull your body against mine before pressing you into the wall. I stroke deep and hard, making you cry out with surprise. Your legs spread wider, hands both between them and fingering yourself while rubbing your throbbing clit. Your knees buckle soon as you climax, gasping and shaking as you orgasm to a new experience. I fuck you harder and faster, trying to race and finish with you. I pull your shoulders down as I finish in you, feeling my cum blast inside of you. You feel it too as you let out another surprised sound.
“Ohh fuck that felt weird!” You say as I remove myself from you and watch my creampie in you pour out. You feel your tender rear and wash my load off of you as it continues to come out of you. “Ok, so maybe don’t do that again, I didn’t like that.”
“The dick or the finish?” I ask, knowing full well what you meant. You smirk and kiss me passionately.
“You can fuck me however you like, I just want you to finish on these.” You cup your small tits, nipples peaking out through your fingers. Then the water started getting cold.

Fucking Baked [MF] [oral] [sex] [kitchen]

“Needs a bit more salt.” you report as I make my way through the front door. “Whatcha cookin’ babe?” I respond. “Just a batch of those peanut butter cookies, love” I round the corner into the kitchen and I gasp. There you are – hair tied back with one of those cutesy hippie headbands, wearing ankle socks and your blue apron and not a damn thing else.

“Good God woman!” I manage to get out, your back turned to me so that I see your bare ass with your just barely discernible flour handprint on the right cheek. Throwing me a wicked smile as you glance back at me. “Wanna help me with this recipe?”

“You know it!” I quip, squeezing up behind you gently pressing your back to my chest, my weight pushing you into the counter slightly. I wrap my arms around you, slipping one in between the apron and you. I feel the imprint of your round breasts resting against my forearm. Pressing my lips to the base of your neck, I breathe out “What’s the next ingredient?”

The best year of my life [mm] [oral] [anal] [forced]

I live in a cul de sac, in a military neighborhood. Lots of men moving in and out of the apartments. I walk my dog twice per day in the neighborhood, and like to wear womens underwear under my clothing as I do it. If feels so silky and smooth as I walk, and no one notices… or so I thought.

At night, I wear a gown and sleeping bra and panties. So comfortable. I had been asleep for a few hours, and I hear movement in my room. Someone jumps on my bed and pins me down. “I see you walking around all day, showing off. You want us to see it. So, you must want more, huh? You want cum in you, right slut?”

Looking around, I see four guys in my room. I recognize my two neighbors, and two guys I don’t know. Three of them, including my neighbors are white, and one is black, and he is standing at the foot of the bed.

Friday Night

**Friday Night Affair**

“I can’t be arsed walking home,” she said, stood at the top of the stairs.

“Well, you can stay,” I responded. “I don’t know if the spare room is done up. You can stay in my bed.”

I walked up the stairs and she turned. Her loose dress showed off her perfect figure. She had the most incredible curves and gorgeous thighs. She reached for the door handle to my bedroom and let herself in, and I followed her. I stepped around her and shut the door. The room spun in my drunkenness as I took my shirt off and threw it down.

“I’ll need a T-shirt to sleep in,” she said. I picked up the first T-shirt I saw, medium length and black, and handed it to her. She dropped it on the bed and dropped her dress. She adjusted her hair and the image stuck with me. I had the perfect view. She wore lacy underwear and a red bra. Her huge ass was alluring, and the visible crack between the cheeks made my heart race. It was happening.

The Eighth God Ch. 01 [mf][mdom][slave][rough][choking]

Arriving back at the camp, the general dismounted his horse, and beelined towards his great tent. Barely paying attention to his page, who took his horse to be fed and watered, he strode into his tent, pushing away the heavy curtains that served as a doorway with a single sweep of his arm. The interior of the tent was dimly lit, a giant red rug lined the floor, with lion and tiger skins strewn about. Other than the rugs and skins, it was a relatively sparsely decorated tent, designed for comfort and ease of transportation. What caught the general’s eye, however, was the sight of his favorite pleasure slave, Jani, fully naked save for an iron collar with three glistening topazes, and oiled with scented lavender from head to toe.

The slave was a petite blonde, presumably from some northern barbarian tribe, as her features aren’t broad and sharp enough for her to be a Kaskarian. She kept her hair long, knowing her master liked to keep a tight grip on it while pounding her from behind. Delicate features, foxy eyes with dark eye-colors around them, making her look like a wanton slut. A small but well shaped nose, and a small, pouty mouth adorned her almond shaped face, which tapered to a small, pointed chin. She delighted in serving her master, and knew that he was especially savage with her when his blood was high after a day’s battle. The general was indiscriminate with his usage of her holes, and she kept both of them well lubricated in anticipation of a hard fucking.

All for you, my crush

I want to feel the warmth of your sexy body against my back and your
strong hands on my naked hips as you kiss my neck and bend me over. My
ass and pussy on display and all yours… I want your hands caressing
my body slowly, then cupping and squeezing my big tits…

I want to feel the heat of your hot cock near my pussy opening… Its
fathead teasing my cunt lips… I beg you to fuck me hard… You slap
my ass before slowly parting my pussy with your hard cock… Inch by
sexy inch it glides into my moist pussy… My juices leaking down the
inside of my thighs… I moan your name as you slip your whole stiff
dick into my waiting juicy pussy…

You tease me by pulling your cock back out so that your cockhead is
nestled between my delicious cunt lips… You shove your sexy cock all
the way back into my pussy and begin fucking me hard… You slap my
ass a few times, as I moan in pleasure… Your cock goes deeper and
deeper, faster and faster… The sound of your big balls slapping
against my wet pussy fills the room… I’m begging you to fuck me
hard… My pussy pulses around your dick as my juices stream out onto
you… You keep pounding your sexy cock into me..

Home (not so) alone

I’m home early. I open the front door and walk into the living room where I expect you to be waiting, but find it empty. I can hear the bed rocking upstairs and quietly make my way to our bedroom door that you left cracked. Peeking through I see you wearing nothing but one of my shirts as you lay on your stomach, hands between your legs. Your body moves and sways, lifting your ass into the air enough for me to see your sticky fingers, wet with your own pleasure. Some swirl over your clit, making you moan while others are inside of you, getting to feel your sweet warmth all around them. I can feel my cock throbbing in my pants as they get tighter around me. I keep watching you gasp for air and play with your glistening slit as I silently unbuckle and take my pants off, taking a few seconds to stroke myself. You’ve never let me watch you jill yourself before. I take the scene in a bit longer until I can’t stand it anymore. Taking my shirt off as I enter the room, the creaking door finally makes my presence known. Your gasp as you roll over is of shock rather than pleasure as you use one hand to cover your pussy and the other covers your lips. I can see from the foot of the bed your hard nipples peeking through the shirt and how wet you’ve accidentally gotten your lips with your hand over your mouth. “How long have you been home??” You ask, still out of breath and with your hair a mess. “Long enough to know you want the real thing.” I tell you as I get on the bed, crawling over you. You take my hard dick in your hands, still wet from yourself as you lean up to kiss me. The taste on your lips is a teaser to what I really want. I kiss down your body, pulling the shirt off of you and kissing your perfectly tense nipples until you run your fingers through my hair and I continue until I get to where we both want me to be. You moan and arch your back as my tongue finds your clit. I love the squeak you make as I taste from the bottom of your opening, in and through your lips, before going back and plunging it into you. Your nails dig into my head as I eat, lick, and suck your wet pussy. Your legs are shaking around me as you try to hold out just a bit longer, savoring it until your body ripples with satisfaction. The smell of sweat and your deliciousness is like a drug as I crave more. You roll me under you and I feel your warm mouth as you let your teeth drag just ever so slightly up and down my shaft. I let out a sigh as you go all the way down, letting me feel the back of your throat. Your hands caress my sack, making me squirm. I can’t keep track of how long you’ve been sucking and looking at me with those begging eyes, but it never feels like long enough. I try to hold back one final time before letting go and letting it happen. I moan loudly as I cum in your mouth, feeling it soak around the tip of me before you swallow it and drag your teeth off of me one final time, making me exhale and shiver. You lay next to me, my shaft in your hand as you make sure I’m recovered enough to finish the job. Your tongue fights with mine over whose mouth we’re going to share in a sloppy, high school style makeout. I know you can feel me throbbing again. Your mouth was incredible, but I know your snatch is heaven. As soon as I can get done thinking it, you’re already on top of me, leaned back, showing off your perfectly smooth and absolutely soaking pussy. I can see a dribble of you running down your leg. Fuck, you want to feel me. I want to feel you too. Before you do, you take me in your hand and tease yourself with the head of me. Long, slow, agonizing strokes up you and then back down, only barely letting the tip hint at entering. “Fuck baby, please…” I gasp. You sort up and onto me as we both moan in unison. Your hot snatch stretches around me, squeezing juices out of you that rush down us. I can watch your lips gripping me hard as you bounce up and down on me. Your perfect breasts hang and bounce in rhythm with your hips. My hand find them and play with your nipples, garnering a few light “oh” sounds from your open lips. Your hands drag across my chest, leaving red marks where your fingers dig in as you change to gyrating on me, rubbing your clit against my pelvis. I put my thumb on it as well, applying a gentle pressure that sends stars through you. You slow and press harder, pacing yourself. I didn’t come here to pace. I came here to fuck. Hard. I roll you off of me and get off of the bed, pulling you to me. A smile spreads across your face as you realize what’s happening. I lift your legs over my shoulders and plunge deep into with a single thrust, hearing how wet you are as I take you with deep, hard strokes. I catch your gasps in your throat as my hand clenches around it. Fuck you’re tight. Watching your grip squeeze around my cock and feeling the heat of inside you just makes me fuck you harder. My free hand tortures your clit again, making you move all sorts of ways until you buck beneath me and I feel you tighten even more around me, constricting me and feeling even better than before. I drive myself in hard one last time before cumming with you, feeling my hot mess fill you up and even come out of you some. I pull myself from you, your lips not wanting to let me go. My cum drips out of you with your own letting it slide down across your ass. Next time I’ll have to save myself to have some fun in there. Until then though, we needs towels. And a shower.

Snow day post! (Thigh highs)

The snow falling on the back porch is getting nothing but deeper by the time we get back from our walk around the block to look at the whitewashed neighborhood. Stomping our feet off at the door, you shiver. “Babe, I’m cold,” You tell me with gloved fingers on my jacket. “Well then let’s get you inside and warmed up beautiful.” I reply while unlocking the door for us. The house is warm and smells like cinnamon from the candle we left burning on the mantle. I watch your pink and black socked feet kick off your boots before you flop onto the couch. “Are those your tall socks?” I ask with a hint of desire in my voice. “Mm-hmmm,” you slyly confirm. Leaving my boots and coat behind me I climb onto the couch with you, snuggling up close to your warm body. As we kiss I hear your breaths get deeper and more forceful with every pass of our tongues over each other. You want me to take you, I know your signs. The way your hand lays on my chest and inches down before forming a fist and returning upwards. Your leg over mine, pulling us closer. You want me inside of you.
My mind wanders, thinking about the things I want to do to you; how I want to make you burn with ecstasy. I don’t notice at first your hand going down further until I hear your pants unzip. My hand reaches for what I’m certain is an already wet delight in your pants. You catch me and pull my hand back up. “Mm-mm-mm,” You hum with a finger over my lips. Standing up from the couch and standing over me, I sit forward on the couch, heart beating fast in anticipation of the fun we’re going to have. Your scarf whips as you pull it from your neck and lean over me, making sure your breasts press against my cheek while tying my hands behind my back. I can see your panties peeking through your opened zipper; the bright pink silky ones that feel so fucking good when you grind on my cock with them. I lean back as you peel your pants off, showing off the rest of your panties as well as proving that you do indeed have on the thigh high socks I thought you did. With only a few inches from the tops of the cotton on your thighs to the dark pink spot growing between your legs, I couldn’t picture a fantasy I’d want more. You’ve always known that they’re my weakness, your sign to me that you want me to fuck you senseless. I can feel my pants holding tight against my hard dick, showing it as a silhouette against me. You sit on my legs facing me, pushing my head back a bit so I’m not too close for you to pull your shirt off in that way that only girls can do, with your arms crossed at the bottom and then pulling up gracefully displaying your breasts cupped beautifully by a pale pink bra, complete with little skulls. Your shoulders flex back as you pop the strap loose. Slowly lowering it, pretending to be bashful as you let it slide off of you and onto my lap. I feel my dick jerk, wanting to ravage your snatch. I only want to more as you slid forward, rubbing your tits in my face, my mouth desperately trying to find one to tease. I hear your breath start as your nipple is grazed by my teeth. You pull my face into your chest while your other hand pleasures yourself. Your fingers press past my lips with the taste of your sensual juices. I can feel my own pulse against my pants, craving to be touched. You slid down my body, kneeling in front of me. I lean my head back while you take my pants off, letting my erection stand tall for you.
My eyes close and my chest rattles when I feel your tongue trace around the head of my shaft. The warmth of your mouth over my rock hard cock is reason enough for me to let out a grunt of pleasure. Fuck you know how to make sure that feels good. I look down to see you staring back at me with lust in your eyes as your lips slip up and down my length. I want to hold back cumming, not yet. Not- fuck, I can’t wait. With something between a moan and a shout I feel my seed spray out and in your open mouth. The gulp of you swallowing every drop of it makes me wish I had lasted longer.
“You had better not get soft on me.” You say as firmly as your grip is around my dick. “I’m not done with you yet,” you say with a sly smile. Standing up, you turn and pull your panties down, bending over just so that your wet pussy brushes my slightly softened cock. No no no, stay up, stay hard, we have to keep going! I’m trying to will myself to hurry up for round two. Sitting back on the couch next to me, you lean and kiss me while wrapping your soft and soaking wet silk panties around my struggling dick. Your hand works up and down, spreading your slick cum over me and coaxing me back to peak size. “That’s more fucking like it.” You firmly say as you pull away from my lips.
Facing away from me you sit on my lap, letting my cock go between your legs and in front of you, pressing your wet pussy against my pelvis. Your soft panties still tease me before you pull them away and press me inside of your dripping slit. Your moans drive me almost as mad as your slick and incredible snatch does as it pulls tight against me, going up and down and gyrating with your hips. If my hands weren’t behind my back, they’d be full of your bouncing breasts, cupping them tight. You abruptly stand up, almost making me lose it by the sudden movement. “Wait here,” You tell me as you slip down the hall.
I pant, waiting for what feels like an eternity for you to get back. When you do finally return, you sit on my lap again, forward of my wet spear. You lean forward, showing me perfectly your grooly pussy. You press a stainless steel plug with a purple gem in the cap into your slit, spinning it to make sure it’s coated well in your hot cum. When you pull it from yourself and place it against your asshole I watch in amazement. The tip begins to go in and then is stopped. You press harder, forcing only the jewel to remain visible with a high pitched “oh,” from you. You then grab my dick, still well lubricated by you and you lead it back into you. I can feel the bulge from the plug against me as you ride me like an untamed horse. The flash on the gem visible between slapping down on me, your nearly constant moan. I struggle to keep from pouring my cum deep inside of you.
“Baby- baby I’m fucking close,” I say through moans and sighs. You slide off of me, turning to face me. “I’m going to cum all over your cock,” you explain as you sit on me, letting me reenter your pussy. “ and you’re going to cum inside of my sweet tight cunt until you spill out of me.” Your last words are whispers in my ear as you untie my hands. They immediately find your cotton covered thighs, the feeling of them against my skin driving me wild. We move in rhythm, your hips rocking against mine as you bury me deep inside of you. Your hands hold my face while we kiss between gasps. Mine are now on your tits, keeping your nipples hard and entertained. Your so close, cum for me, yes. Yes! Just like that, keep rubbing your snatch down on my and pressing your clit into my pelvis. You take a deep breath in and I feel you squeeze me even tighter as you press down hard one more time, holding the pressure there without breathing for a second before letting out a loud cry of your orgasm. “Fuck, oh fuck,” you moan “cum with me, cum with me,” you plead. With a sharp thrust up that makes you squeal I finish inside of you, feeling it gush from inside of me to inside of you. You bounce on me again, keeping our orgasms going.
You stand up and I can still watch your pussy spasm as my cum runs down your leg, leaving a trail of my sticky mess. Your fingers catch it as you play with yourself, sharpening the spasms. After bringing your fingers to your mouth and sucking them dry you keep your eyes locked to me. “Round three is in the shower.” You say with a wink. “Last one there has to give oral!” I don’t even try to beat you up the stairs, it’s only fair I eat you out now, like that’s a punishment anyway.

The Mirrored Room (First Post)

First Post: I’ve always been too nervous to post these stories.

I wrote this a few years ago, it was designed to be sent to a pen pal that I had been writing with – we lost touch so I thought I would post these on here – who knows, maybe she’ll read them and say hello.

The back story is that her family had shown her no love so she left in search for a better life, finally finding me – a wealthy entrepreneur with hidden desires. She joins the household as my personal slut who is being put through her paces to see if she’s good enough to stay. This story is about one of her tests, please enjoy.

The Girl Next Door

When I was around 19 I was still living at home. We had some new neighbours move in next door during the summer and I ended up getting to know them very well indeed. Their names were Natasha and Kevin and they would invite me over all the time to have dinner with them or to watch a movie with them. It wasn’t until after I had been friends with them for a few weeks that they told me the true reason they had wanted to get to know me.

“Jessica we have a little confession to make and we really hope it doesn’t freak you out,” said Natasha as I sat between them on their couch one afternoon.

“Oh?” I said as I looked at Natasha. Kevin shifted in his seat a little as if he was nervous about whatever Natasha was about to say next.

“Well I think you know how much we both like you Jessica, and it feels like you are very fond of us too,” she said.

“Oh I do. I love you guys,” I interrupted which made Natasha smile.