I caught my wife with her older brother
Category: Erotica
Tim discovers his step sister’s secret part 28
Tim was taking great pleasure in power fucking his ex step mom. Linda was getting what she deserved, and the girls were gathered around, their eyes alive with joy as they saw Linda being used like the slut she was.
Taylor and Maddie asked Alexa, ”May we?”
At Alexa’s smiling nod, they came over, Taylor, reaching under, gently cupped Tim’s balls, giving them gentle squeezes, while at the same time, Maddie spread some KY on Tim’s asshole, and wormed her finger in. Tim grunted at the initial penetration, but she had lubed her finger also, and after the first drive in, the lube took away the abrasive edge, and Tim got into the sensations, as his balls were stirred up, and his asshole was fingered.
Maddie cooed, “We’ll work you over, and get a big massive load for Linda’s cunt, she’ll hate it!”
Tim grinned, Linda would indeed hate it, and he just let his cock plunge in and out, plundering Linda’s cunt. He grunted as Maddie’s finger found his prostate, and started to massage him there, oh fuck right there. Alexa leaned down, purring, ”Let it go Lover, flood the bitch!”
[f] putting on a show for my college landlord [M]
When I ran into some financial difficulties during college, my landlord, a lawyer with a fancy office a short bus ride from campus offered me a strange but well paying arrangement.
I would visit his office and surrender my panties to him then either sit naked and exposed while he observed me or obey his instructions which started innocently then escalated with each visit as the semester progressed.
This particular afternoon after removing my clothes he asked me to move my body as if I was begging to be fucked. And so, with my ass resting against the first cool but now warming leather chair I moved my hips, rotating them seductively, wantonly as if performing for him and begging him to take me. I wound my hips clockwise, my ass pressing into the leather cushions on each rotation my cunt growing increasingly slick until it was dripping and juicy.
After observing me for some time, he brought his face about 3 inches from me and inhaled deeply. Hungry for contact I thrusted my hips forward hoping to connect my quivering soaked lips with his own but he eased back a bit while deeply inhaling the scent of my sex.
Happy birthday, Sir. (Part 2) (bdsm, threesome, mff, dom/switch/sub, oral, anal play,)
Lisa woke some time later, her hands still bound and Amy curled around her softly stroking her thighs and stomach. The light touches sent chills through her. Her body ached in a way she barely understood but each time Amy’s strokes grew closer to her pussy the feeling grew. Lisa wriggled desperate for Amy to place her hand between her legs. Amy chuckled softly. “Shhhhh pacetions. He would be mad if we played without him. Drink?” She cooed in Lisa’s ear pressing soft kisses on her cheek and neck. Each one made her body buzz. A soft moan escaped Lisa’s lips before she nodded her head. Amy leaned off the side of the bed and pulled up a bottle of water and held it to Lisa’s lips.
The door opened as Lisa drank deeply. Amy pulled the bottle away and held it over Lisa’s nipples. The cold droplets on her hard nipples was almost too much. Lisa panted softly, biting her lip. She was desperate for some kind of release.
Recently came out as bisexual to my girlfriend, she wanted to understand my feelings better so I wrote this story about my first encounter with a man. She finds it incredibly arousing.
In my imagination, I had pictured him towering over me, larger than life and unquestionably dominant; in truth, he was only slightly taller than I was and only marginally more broad across the shoulder. In fact, I was incredulous at how normal he was, so friendly and welcoming as he answered the door. A stark contrast to the hyper-sexual, pseudo-domineering persona he’d put across online. In my secret sexual fantasies, I had played this encounter out repeatedly, never considering what the initial “hello, I’m here” scenario would look like, but I guess after all, we were just two ordinary men meeting in the hope of having fun.
For all my choosiness on Grindr, my push to keep this excursion anonymous and the countless lies I’d sold myself about how this would be a onetime deal; I found myself feeling unusually self-conscious in his company. He was more handsome in real life than I had anticipated and I felt keen for him to like me back. Odd feeling for a *straight* guy to have m, I reflected, especially since I didn’t even know his name.
When I [f] lost my financial aid junior year, my landlord [M] offered to help me out
He asked me to keep my skirt on but remove my panties and place them on his desk with the crotch facing up. It seemed unnecessarily ritualistic but I obliged.
There was a Chesterfield sofa and a few Burgundy leather arm chairs. Under his instructions, I sat on the armchair closest to his desk and placed one leg on each arm. The coolness of the ac blowing over my hairless pussy lips made my clit tremble and pulse. I avoided eye contact with him, instead focusing my gaze on the inch long scar on my left knee that I got while being fucked doggy style under an oak tree behind my ex boyfriend’s grandma’s mountain cabin.
“I just want to watch you,” He said, his voice raspy with lust
I sat in silence for some minutes extremely aware of every breath, every heartbeat that seemed to pulse from my chest directly to my clit. What seemed like an hour later he asked me to stand up. As I did and my lips went from being spread to now closing together, I could feel the wetness squeezing in between them dripping down my inner leg.
A very short story for my girlfriend, tell me what you think? Will she like it? :)
You awkwardly glance out the car window. Your dad pulls out in front of my house and I stare him dead in the eyes. but he snaps back into reality and tells you to get out and have fun with a cheeky smile on his face. You know that he knows. You get out the car and wave goodbye to your dad and sister who both look back with a knowing smile. You walk to the door and I greet you on the path. I grab your arse and lift you onto my waist. I kiss you softly and you try to pull away but I push your head back where it belongs. You squeal as I slap your bum and chase you up the stairs. You crash into my room and try to hold the door but I push through. I grab you, susceptible and helpless, alone with me in my room and I pick you up and sling you over my shoulder. I spin you round and throw you onto the sofa. Your skirt is already falling down and I jump on top of you. I pin your arms down to the bed and you plead saying you haven’t even spoken to my parents yet. I whisper in your ear that they aren’t coming back anytime soon. You aren’t very wet yet, which you let me know, but that doesn’t stop me. I’ll make you wet, I tell you. I gently tease my lips down your chest, down your stomach as your arms squirm underneath mine, I can’t move my arms lest you escape. I switch position. I flip around and kneel on your arms and I drag your skirt down to your kneecaps with my teeth. Much to my delight you’re not wearing anything underneath. This will be easy I mutter. I rip open your fishnets and start teasing up and down your thighs, you still unable to move and I circle my finger gently up and down, around, teasing at you tight pussy. Your bruise is gone now and you’re ready again. NO STOP you say giggling and I whisper softly, now I can finally find your g spot. You laugh thinking I couldn’t possibly, but to your pleasant surprise but also dismay I stick my middle finger in. It’s not as heavy as you remember, and it’s soft and tender, you can tell I’ve been moisturizing. It’s not harsh but it swims inside of you, tickling here and there. You feel tingles of pleasure rolling up your spine, erupting in cute little gasps as you try to stay silent. I explore my little dolls inside with my finger and I tell you to shut up you filthy slut. I feel something inside that makes you moan, and I’ve found it. I start gently rubbing, circling, not too fast. You’re getting wetter but the second and I start to run your clit. You’re really trying to pull away now, begging, you know if it carries on like this you might finish. You tell me you can’t, you won’t but I tell you to be quiet and be a good girl, do what your daddy says. I pull my finger out, teasing you, giving you a moments belief but I go in with my tongue. You didn’t think it could happen but my tongue reaches your g spot and this time it’s stronger and smoother and feels even better. I turn around. I put my finger in once more and I wrap my soft but strong fingers around your neck. You can breath, you can moan, but you can’t beg for mercy anymore as I speed up my fingers I feel a contraction in your pretty pink pussy and I know I’m close. Your eyes roll into your head and my finger starts spiraling inside of you, touching places of pleasure you never thought, it feel unnatural, almost uncomfortable but at the same time you don’t want it to stop. You can’t bear it, but as I get faster and go deeper and deeper you let out a loud moan, I choke you and tell you to be quiet whore as your vagina squirms and you try to writhe away but you finsih and my mattress gets soaked and you gasp and moan as I finally release my grip.
The Pet Sitter [m][M][rape][bj][non-con][gay][age play][swallow]
The owners of the house had told Greg to be there at around nine in the evening, a strange time, he thought, to start a weekend pet sitting job. But, the newly eighteen year old man had started watching people’s houses and pets while they were on vacation to raise some money since he got out of highschool, and was excited for his first full weekend job.
The house was at the end of a quiet street, and as he made his way up the steps, he thought he heard a clamour from the basement window. His attention was drawn away from the strange sound when the front door opened in front of him. He didn’t remember knocking, but brushed off the nagging feeling of unease that he felt as light streamed out onto the dark porch.
“Hi, I’m…” Greg was cut off by the tall, older man who stood in the doorway.
“Greg, of course. We have been expecting you. Go ahead and come on in.” The man stepped to the side, gesturing for Greg to enter.
Moscato and I had to go
The night started like most winter nights came home from work, took a long bath and got into my pajamas. I had two glasses of Moscato, read from my book for an hour or so and hit the sheets.
I’m awakened at some point in the evening. I’m staring up at the ceiling when I realize, I feel like I have to go to the bathroom. I dig myself out from all of the blankets and head to the bathroom next to my room. I get in, I don’t even turn the light on, I just sit down and begin to relieve myself. I hear a water trickle but not from my stream hitting the water below but a muffled stream….
I open my eyes and I am laying in my bed. I look around. I’m slightly confused, I thought I was in the bathroom. My dream was so real, I was sure I want dreaming. I move slightly to turn to my side and I can now feel dampness around me. I put a hand on my crotch and it’s soaking. I throw the mountain of covers off of me, bolt across the room to turn the light on. I’m standing making my way back to the bed and I can see the damage from the door. I’ve wet myself and my bed.
I guess Christmas came early (M/F)
How did we end up on your couch with your hands wrapped around my cock?
One minute I was leaning against your kitchen countertop, sipping a cup of joe you offered me, chatting about how we never knew we were next-door neighbors even though we ran into each other at the lift lobby all the time—the next, we were on your couch, gazing at each other with crooked smiles as our eyes meet and lingered for a while. Your eyes were beautiful, almost mesmerizing against the pale morning light. You were a delicious treat for my eyes in your oversized baby blue tee with a large crew neck that showed one of your shoulders.
No bra. Delicious.
Maybe you’re the kinda girl who is a workaholic during the week but let’s loose entirely when she is chilling at home on a weekend like this.
I couldn’t help but notice your soft, smooth, silky skin. It was flawless.