My wife and I love to go to the spa – we just love the warm water and the relaxation. One time we checked out this nude spa, where being nude is not optional, but a requirement. My wife is a bit shy, but she overcame her shyness, seeing the everyone was being nude. Although there is nothing sexual about nude people at the spa (in all shapes and sizes), we soon found ourselves in the big outdoor whirlpool, where my desire for my wife got the better of me. We were cuddling on the side of the pool and my wife started scooting her butt towards my groin. I could feel my dick coming to life and after some kissing I was fully hard under water. There were 15-20 people in the big whirlpool, mostly couples talking to each other and not minding their surroundings. I could not hold back anymore, I positioned my wife right in front of me with her back towards me… And I entered her wet pussy with my hard dick. So, we were standing in the pool amidst all these people, my dick deep inside her pussy. We did not dare to move much, so we pretended to cuddle and talk. I almost came from pure excitement. After 15-20 minutes we decided to exit the pool to find somewhere more private – which was a real challenge in my current state. Still semi-hard (more fully than semi) I quickly headed out of the pool straight into the public showers to cool. My dick got a few glances, which made my wife giggle like a young schoolgirl. We wrapped our towels around us and headed to the sauna area. We checked out the different rooms and found a steam room that was empty. We quickly discarded the towels and went right to far corner of the steam room. My wife sat an my lap and we started kissing passionately – I still had one eye on the door. Through the steam I could see the outline of the door, but from the outside nobody could have seen us. I slowly started massaging my wifes A-cup boobs. Soon the sweat and water from the steam was joined by her pussy juices, grooling on my lap. We continued kissing and my hand glided down to her pussy, circling her swollen clit. She let out a moan, but the steamer made nobody outside hear. She was incredibly horny, forgot about her usual shyness and let me fingerfuck her. The wet noises of her pussy filled the steam room. She was getting close, and right as she was about to cum … I saw movement by the door. The door began to open … I quickly increased the speed and after three more strokes with my 2 fingers, my wife exploded all over me, trying not to loudly moan and scream. A young girl entered the room and sat down on the other side of the bench. To this day we do not know if she knew what we did – I did not even hide my boner, completely lost in the moment…
Category: Erotica
This Slut Obeys! Bimbo Bambi’s First Master (M/F CNC Hypnosis)
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I can only imagine how the scene must of appeared to Derek that day my Bambi Reality came crashing in. I had no time to put my Bimbo photos away before he could see them. He came up behind me so quietly that he could see them before I could register that they needed to be put away. So there I was, hunched in a corner after running out of class in the middle of lecture, with tears streaming down my face but also drool pouring down my neck. I can remember now that I was drooling quite badly and it was dripping down my chin and onto my shirt, neck and chest. My top jeans button was also undone as I had been moments away from reaching into my panties to relieve the pressure that the pictures had unleashed within my Bimbo Pussy.
1st attempt at Erotica
After I walk in the door from a long day’s work, I feel the day is just actually beginning. My sub has been a very bad girl today and is in need of some serious punishment. There is a calming silence in the house as my sub knows that she is in for it tonight. I take off my suit jacket and hang it on the wall and make myself a Bourbon on the rocks. With my drink in hand, I make my way upstairs where I know my sub is patiently waiting. As I cross the thresh hold to our bedroom I can see my assortment of tools lying on the bed waiting to be administered. There lay several sets of ropes, gags, blindfolds, and an array of vibrating toys. I take a long slow sip of my cocktail and begin to arrange my ropes and tie the knots needed to put my sub in her place. Just because she is my sub and I her master doesn’t mean that we’re not romantic, but our version of romance is rope and restraints. Rope in hand I go to the only spot I know my sub will be waiting, the closet. With the light off I slowly open the door and find her sitting in the corner facing the wall as a good sub should. She has on the sexy outfit I got for her the other day. It’s a short plaid skirt and one of my old short sleeve white button-down dress shirts. She knows this is my favorite attire and thinks just because she put it on I will take some pity on her. But boy does she have another thing coming. With her still kneeling and facing the wall I slowly place the blindfold over her eyes and tightly tie it behind her head. I knell behind her and remove the tie from around my next and forcefully shove it into her beautiful mouth and quickly wrap the tape around her stuffed mouth. There is no resistance. Still kneeling behind her I grab her wrist and secure it with one of the ropes I had already tied. I weave my magic and before you could blink an eye her arms are fully restrained behind her back in an intricate pattern. Grabbing the rope I raise her to her feet and lead her out of the closet she has called home for the past several hours. Blindfolded and bound I lead her around the room to a device we like to call the love table. She has no idea what I have in store for her until she feels the padding of steps leading up to the table. With a brief pause, she turns to me as if to beg me not to be strapped to the table but she reconsiders almost instantly in fear of upset master. She carefully climbs the steps to the top of the table and assumes the position. The table is built to have her on her knees bent over a higher flat section to support her upper body while her arms are bound behind her back. Now that she is in the position it’s time for the tying to begin. I reach for my specific lengths of rope and start at her right ankle. Slowly and methodically I wrap and wrap the soft rope around her ankle restraining her to the table, now to the left ankle. Time has to be taken in this process because the actual tying of the rope is what gets her pussy nice and wet. Now both feet are locked into place with her legs nicely spread wide apart. The tight white cotton panties hug her ass cheeks snugly. The plaid mini skirt doesn’t cover anything now in her confined position. Firmly but not painfully I slap her on the ass cheeks to let her know she is now completely under my control. I work my way around to the front of the table softly running my hands over her back and shoulders. I then grab her by the ponytail and force her to lift her body into an upright position while her legs are still tied to the table. Now kneeling before me, I take my hand and run it along the side of her beautiful face. From her face to her neck, I gently work my way down to the middle of the white button-down shirt. With both hands, I reach inside the shirt and forcefully rip the shirt wide open exposing her soft milky white tits. I can see her chest heaving from the loss of breath she just experienced. I cup both of her breasts in my hands and squeezed them just enough to get her to flinch. Grabbing both of her nipples I pull them until I can feel her pull back then pull some more. Twisting and rubbing her nipples in my fingertips I can feel them getting harder and harder. I slide my face next to hers and softly kiss her on the cheek and then the next. Slowly work my way down till I have her hard nipples in my mouth. Sucking as hard as I can feel her trying to pull back. I quickly stop and grab her by her hair angrily yelling “pull back again and see what happens slave”. She instantaneously stops resisting and lets me get back to my position in front of her. I take her nipple back into my mouth sucking and kissing and just for good measure I give them a semi-hard bite. Quickly standing up I grab more of my rope and work it around her body in a crisscross pattern above and below her tits in a breast bondage classic knot. I then bend her over the table again and tie her torso to the table completely immobilizing her body. Sitting back in my chair I relax and finish my cocktail as she squirms trying to get out. I chuckle to myself because I know there is no chance of escape; her body is mine to do with as I please now. With my drink now finished I grab a cube of ice from the rocks glass and place it at the top of her back and run it the length of her body to just above the crack in her ass. Her body shivers from the cold ice as I let it slowly drip on her ass soaking the white cotton panties still in place. With another firm but the fair slap of the ass I grab ahold of those tight white panties with both hands and violently rip them off her body. With the panties shredded I toss them to the floor exposing her firm ass for my viewing pleasure. I run my fingertips from the small of her back down her ass and along the path of her thighs to a spot just above her tied ankles. I start again at the small of her back but this time I softly and slowly kiss my way down the same path. Working my way back up kissing her thighs I get closer and closer to her wet pussy. I can see a glisten from the wetness shining on her clean-shaven lips. I plant a big wet kiss right in the center of pussy sticking my tongue in as far as it would go. I can feel her body quiver as I shoved my tongue deep inside her warm vagina. Licking and sucking I can hear her breathing hard and harder from her nose because her mouth is still taped up. Now with my head beneath her hips, I start licking her clit up and down. Flicking my tongue on the spot I know drives her crazy I can see her legs starting to shake out of pure pleasure. But remember she was a bad girl so I quickly retract my tongue from her sweet-tasting pussy. I can see her wiggle and shake as if to beg me not to stop performing the magic on her with my mouth. I stand up behind her unbuckling my belt and drop my trousers to the ground. Unbuttoning my shirt I toss it to the side next to her ripped panties. Now standing behind her completely naked I take my rock-hard cock and rub it against the bottom of her foot to the tip of her toes. Her feet began to wiggle from this as my cock tickles her feet. With her arms bound behind her back, her hands and fingers were free to move, but they were very limited in their movement. Grabbing the wrist restraint I kneeled behind her and placed my cock in between her hands. Carefully she begins to stroke my cock and rubbing the tip of my penis with her fingertips. My pre cum starts to leak making her fingers moist and she strokes my cock faster and harder. Rock hard I pull my cock from her grasp and walk around the front of the table where her head is. The table is designed to be the perfect height to allow a tied-up sub to work her oral magic without the use of arms. I lean over and whisper in her ear “I’m going to take the tape off your mouth so I can shove my cock in there. One peep out of you and the gag goes back in” She nods her head in agreement and I slowly unwind the tape exposing her beautiful DSL (Dick Sucking Lips) I grab her by the ponytail and with cock in hand I raise it to her just licked lips to run it across them. Kissing my cock as I run it along her lips she begs me to let her take it deep into her mouth. “Master please allow me to suck your cock, I want it in my mouth so badly Master”. “In due time slave first stick your tongue out as far as u can for me,” I say with an authoritative voice. With my demand instantly met, I grab my cock and run it down the length of her wet tongue. I pause my descent with the head of my cock at the tip of her tongue where she flicks it back and forth quickly, heightening the sensation. “I want u to softly kiss my cock all over slave” She nods in acceptance of my command and gently begins to kiss my cock with the passion she knows I desire. My cock is as hard as a rock now I say “Slave you are allowed to take my penis into your mouth now”. “Yes, master, as you wish” She whispers. She kisses the head of my cock and licks it up and down like a Popsicle to make sure it’s nice and wet. She then plunges down on my cock until her lips hit my nut sack. Up and down she slowly takes my cock deep into her mouth sucking my dick as a good slave should. The slow pace is amazing and maddening at the same time so I grab her by the ears and take control of this blow job. With her head in my hands, I start fucking her mouth at my own pace. Wet lips and tongue pressed against my shaft I moan with pleasure. I quicken the speed and begin to fuck her mouth at a furious pace. Suddenly I rip my cock out of her mouth leaving her mouth puckered and wanting more. I again grab her by the ponytail and whisper in her ear “This is only the beginning”. As I walk by her restrained body I grab a few items from my dresser drawer. One of them is this little pink butterfly vibrator and the other is my leather love whip. One is my favorite one is hers and I bet you can guess whose is whose. With my love whip in hand, I drape the tassels on the top of her back and slowly walk down the side of her body lightly dragging it down to her ass. As soon as she feels the leather on her back she knows what’s coming next. “It’s spanking time” I whisper. Instantly her head shook back and forth pleading with me to put the whip down, but she was a very bad girl. With a quick snap of my wrist and the leather tassels slap against her ass with a crack. Her body finches and her ass cheeks shake from the impact. “May I please have another Master” She mumbles? With another flick of the wrist and now her ass is ruby red with some slight swelling. “Thank you Master I deserved that” She whispers. “Maybe next time you will remember to ask permission to pleasure yourself and not just do as you please” I commanded. “Yes Master, never again. “Your hands are the only hands that will ever touch this pussy again Master” With her ass already red and sore I drop the whip and grab the pink vibrator for the next phase of punishment. The vibrator has 3 settings low/med/high so I always start off low and work my way up. It’s damn nearly impossible to make her cum on low so that’s why I like to use it. Plus it drives her fucking nuts! The room is quiet and as soon as I click the vibrator she hears it and starts to squirm to no avail. I’m in control of this pussy and I will let her cum when I’m ready and she knows it. She knows she has no control over what I do and it drives her mad. I take the vibrator at its low speed and place it at her right ankle and slowly slide it up her legs and thigh. The closer I get to her wet pussy the slower I move the toy up her thigh. Just as the pink pulsating toy hits the edge of her pussy lips I lift it across to the other side never actually touching her mound with it. She grunts in frustration. She knows I will continue to tease her by getting it very close but never touching her clit with it. Now I have it so close to her wet pussy she is trying to wiggle her ass to get it to make contact with her vagina. I quickly slap her on the ass and shout “Do it again and I’ll grab the whip”. She mutters “I’m sorry Master, as you wish”. Her pussy is soaking wet and I can tell she is at the height of her sexual frustration so I quickly run the toy from the top of her clit to the bottom of her ass. Her body was trembling out of pure excitement. The room is quiet except for her panting breath, and with a click of the button, the vibrator starts to buzz louder as I set it to medium speed now. Her body quivers from the thought of the now-fast vibrator touching her clit. I start it at just above the ankle and work my way up the thigh. The closer I get to her wet spot the fast her panting becomes. Her pussy is so wet at this point, she wants nothing more than for me to make her cum but she is being punished. With the toy just inches from her pussy now, her body shakes with anticipation. Carefully I place the wings of the butterfly right on her clit bringing her the pleasure she has been begging for. I hold it nice and tight against her pussy sending pulses of vibrating passion through her body. The sensation is so strong and directed right at her clit that she lets out this low but long moan of pleasure. 60 seconds into the direct clit contact I can sense she is on the verge of an orgasm so I quickly pull it away leaving her biting her lip in frustration. “You didn’t think I would let u off that easy did you?” I mutter. “I’m sorry Master, please let me cum.” She begs. “Slave you will cum when I allow you to cum and not until then” I shout. I grab the whip and slap her ass leaving red marks behind. “Now shut the fuck up slave.” I commanded. “Yes Master, as you wish” She whispers. Once again behind her I grab both ass cheeks in my hands and rub the red marks I just left her. I take my finger and softly run it alongside her pussy lips around in a circle until I reach her clit. I take my finger and rub it right on her clit flicking it back and forth because I know it drives her wild. With my finger firmly placed on her click rubbing it harder and harder I shove my thumb inside her pussy. She lets out a loud moan as this is the first time in over an hour that I have finally ventured inside her tight wet pussy. My thumb and fingers working in tandem massage her pussy, making her moan loudly. She has been fantasizing about this the whole time she was in the closet. Right now my only thoughts are to get her to the point of almost cumming and then stopping right before she can. So my fingers are flying working my magic on her clit and pussy. I lean over and begin licking that wet clit while my fingers slide in and out of her warm hole. Her body starts to clinch and I can tell she is close so I pull my tongue and fingers out with no warning. Leaving her so worked up she is fighting to free herself from the restraint. But that’s not happening the more she resists the tighter the ropes become. I lay my head directly underneath her pussy and begin to lick it from her hole to her clit, nice and slowly all the up and down circling her clit with my tongue at the top. Her panting grows heavier and heavier. I grab her ass and force my tongue deep inside her and my nose is buried in her clit. The moan is becoming louder and louder as she is becoming closer and closer to reaching the orgasm she has been thinking about all afternoon. Faster and deep I suck and lick her pussy swallowing all the juices her pussy is making. I can feel her body tightening up as she is now on the verge of an orgasmic explosion. “Beg me to let you cum” I demand. “Oh please master, please let me cum. “I’m sorry I was such a bad girl” “I will do anything you ask of me if you will just please let me cum. “PLEASE MASTER “She shouts. So I bury my tongue deep and lick her clit faster and with more force. She starts to moan louder and louder. “Oh please Master I’m so close, please let me cum on your tongue” Squeezing her ass tighter I lick faster and suck harder. Suddenly she lets out this grunt and then showers my face with her warm cum. Sucking it into my mouth her body shakes violently with pleasure. “Oh, my fucking god oh my god master” “I’m cumming so hard master” “Thank you, Master, Master thank you” like a dam that had just been broken her juices flow down my chin, and neck. Never before had she cum this much. Her body is still shaking as I finally pull my tongue from deep inside her. Before she can catch her breath I turn the vibrator on high and place it right on her clit. Instantly her body starts to tremble as the sensitivity to her pussy is still high after that first orgasm. Her body shaking the moans becoming louder by the second, it was not going to take long now until she reaches that second orgasm. With the toy in the perfect spot, I slide my fingers deep inside her drenched pussy. Finger fucking and vibrating at the same time she screams” Oh my god master I’m cumming again. “Oh thank you, Master, Master thank you for making me cum again.” She moans. With her body shaking uncontrollably I shut the toy off and pull my fingers back out of her tight pussy. I walk to the front of the table and rest my dick on the side of her face. I can see the exhaustion on her face. She is mentally and physically worn out from the teasing and torment I put her through. She pulls her head back and tries to find my fat cock with her mouth. Once she touches the tip with her lips she quickly takes me deep into her mouth. She slides all the way down to my balls then back up to the tip. She takes it out of her mouth to lick the head just like I taught her to. My dick is now rock hard I pull it from her mouth and place it in her hand still tied behind her back. She takes her thumb and rubs small circles on the tip of my dick until I can’t handle the sensitivity it causes anymore then I wank it out of her hands. The table has a cut-out so I can stand right behind her ass and is at the right height for me to fuck her standing up. I grab both ass cheeks in my hands and squeeze them as I shove my cock deep inside her with no warning. She groans from the pain and pleasure my fat cock brings her. I have a firm grip on her hips and leave my cock deep inside her as I grab her toy. With three clicks it’s quickly on high speed and with my cock buried deep inside her I place it right on her clit. I keep my dick buried deep and let the toy do all of the work. Within a minutes she is screams “Oh my god Master I cumming again!” This time I don’t remove it I just leave it tight against her pussy “Please Master stop! She shouts. “PLEASE Master it is so sensitive please stop” She begs. I shout” Not until I feel you cum on my cock again slave.” She screams “Oh my god I can’t fucking takes this you’re driving me fucking insane!” I start to slowly slide my cock in and out of her wet pussy while the vibrator does its magic. I feel her pussy clinching on my cock as she screams “Yessssssssss”. I throw the vibrator to the side and grab her hips tight. I start to pump harder and faster her pussy feels so good. My pace quickens as I thrust my cock deep inside her warm wet pussy. She yells “Master please cum inside me, I want to feel you’re warm cum deep inside my body” I thrust harder and deeper and then yank her ponytail as I shoot my load inside her body. She can feel my penis explode and fire off inside her. She moans “Thank you Master for cumming in me. Thank you for giving me your load” I withdraw my dick from her pussy and slap her on the ass. “Ok slave your punishment time is over.” “Thank you Master for your compassion” “I promise to never play with myself without your permission ever again”. I slowly begin to until the ropes and she falls off the table onto the bed and we both pass out in each other’s arms.
My (22F) friend exposed me
So I’ve been seeing my friend for a few months now and I’ve gotten to know him very well, and we’ve gotten to the point where we’re basically FWBs, and yes, I have given him head quite a few times. Well, the other night, I met up with him and we hung out for a bit and the night eventually ended with me giving him head again, and I can confidently say it was the sloppiest blowjob I’ve given to date. He went home happy and I was also happy that I could pleasure him, but the trouble started when he texted me that he was meeting another friend who we’ll call Anna, that was also going to suck him off too. I said that’s fine, and left them to it, and I didn’t think much of it until the next day.
Beck Your Milf teacher Part 3
You place Beck in the doggy style position with her thick arse in the air. Behind her you wet your fingers glide them over her cunt, grab your rock hard cock and place it in her folds. Slowly you push forward and for the first time enter a women.
A Benevolent Goddess [MF 26+] [supernatural] [curiosity]
It was the dead of night. Silence was spread throughout the lands of Ora, shrouded in silver slivers of moonlight. Arkos, a young man with copper hair, was tossing and turning in his bed, his bare body only covered with a thin sheet of linen. For a while now, he’d been having nonsensical dreams of white doves and feathers. He awoke, dazed, with the feeling he wasn’t alone. His room was dark and quiet, and the sounds of the wind in the trees at night were pacifying. He sat up in his bed with slumped shoulders and looked around, his eyes feeling heavy from how tired he was. There was nothing to be seen. Nothing, except a small white bird in his open window. Arkos paused. He looked at the bird, and the bird looked back with its round black eyes. This went on for a short moment, then Arkos blinked, and the dove was gone. Instead, there was a human silhouette sitting on his window sill. Arkos felt his lips part and flexed his fingers. He didn’t feel fear or apprehension. Just a deep sense of confusion over this unusual situation. It felt oddly peaceful, as if he were still in a dream, and maybe he was. Nothing else would explain the sudden appearance of another person in his room. The figure was unmoving, shrouded in shadow, and Arkos’ eyes hadn’t fully adjusted to the darkness, but she looked feminine, with long legs and wide hips.
Arkos didn’t know what to do. He sat and stared, and then the woman moved. She stood up from her sitting position and slowly approached him, the sound of her bare feet on the flooring the only noise in the room, save for Arkos’ breathing.
A beam of moonlight hit the figure for a second. What struck him first was the halo floating above her head, made out of gold and silver metal, and clear proof the laws of nature didn’t adhere to this mysterious figure. Then, Arkos could make out light skin, a body bare as his own, and a head of dark hair that reflected the light in an odd way, splitting it into facettes of blue, violet and pink. Her eyes escaped him, and she was back in darkness, now stopped at the foot of his bed. Still, Arkos stared, frozen in place, absolutely mesmerized. His pupils were wide, catching the sparse lighting. He could make out parts of her face now: large eyes with long lashes, a straight and slim nose, pink lips, soft and full, and an expression of deep curiosity, yet she seemed torn, as if something was beckoning her back outside.
Arkos finally found his voice.
“Who are you?” He asked, a whisper in the night. The woman tilted her head, with no response. Pulling his gaze from her face, Arkos’ eyes strayed. Something was on her shoulders, he noticed. It looked like small white feathers that caught the moonlight and looked aglow. They were on her hips as well, and straying from her shoulders down to her breasts that were not large, but not small, with perky nipples that stood out dark on her light skin.
“What in Cor’s name…” Arkos whispered. He’d never seen feathers on a human.
She looked feminine, but different than any other woman. So divine, striking, unreal. Inviting, compelling, approachable and intensely curious. Her dainty hands ghosted over the wooden bedframe, and then she rounded the bed, inching closer to the end where he was seated. He didn’t move. Any other person in his room would have elicited a defensive response, but not her. Her presence was utterly harmless, the thought she could be dangerous not even occurring in Arkos’ mind.
She stood close to him now, right where he was seated on his bed. He could see her irises. They were of a deep sapphire with the same glints of bright color like her hair. Arkos realized she could not be human, and he felt reminded of the depictions of their Gods, but it was impossible one of the Goddesses would come to their world. They never showed themselves, if they existed at all, and surely a Goddess wouldn’t appear before him of all people.
Yet, she stood there, having appeared out of thin air moments ago. Her eyes roamed over him, lingering on his hair, eyes, hands, and the sheet that covered his lower body and legs.
Arkos was intrigued when she leaned down to him and raised her right hand, hesitantly reaching out. Arkos neither moved away nor toward her, and when her fingertips made contact with his cheek, he was surprised at how normal it felt. Her fingers were cool at first, warming up against his skin, as if she was mimicking his body temperature. Her eyes went wide and caught the light in the room. Her lips were parted slightly.
When he didn’t stop her from touching him, she dared further. Her palm was against his cheek now, fingers following the line of his cheekbone. She looked elated, a smile on her face.
Arkos felt warmth. In his chest and heart, in his limbs and his core, his very soul, it seemed. She was like a spirit lost in a strange world, her presence so soothing Arkos swore he’d never pick up a weapon again. He decided, then, that she had to be one of the Gods. It was an absurd possibility, yet the most likely, and the only explanation he could come up with for her behavior.
She didn’t look like any depiction of the deities he’d seen, and Arkos was sure it would be impossible to capture her indescribable presence in any medium. Even his mind was unable to really process it.
The Goddess sank on his bed now, her other hand finding his hair and gently running through the copper tresses. Especially the rings and beads woven into the braids wrapping around the right side of his head seemed to intrigue her. Arkos’ eyes shut. He didn’t understand what was happening. He didn’t let other people touch him freely, usually, but this was nice. He found he enjoyed her touch greatly and leaned into her palm with a sigh. The Goddess halted all movements upon that sound, and a moment later, he heard her imitate it. He got the first taste of her voice then, ethereal and soft like the breath of air on his skin when she exhaled. Arkos looked at her, utterly awestruck. The Goddess seemed unaware of his emotions and continued her investigation. One of her fingers followed the arch of his nose, another stroked along the flow of his jaw, and then down his neck to the dip between his clavicles. Her left hand went to his shoulder, and then she suddenly leaned in close. Her face was just inches from the skin of his arm, her fingers running over one spot again and again. Arkos had no idea what it was that captivated her attention about this particular spot, so he raised his arm to look. There was a fine scar there, lighter and raised from the rest of his tan skin, probably caused by the bite of a sharp blade. Arkos understood. Her skin was entirely free of blemishes. No scars, no freckles, no nothing. Just the downy feathers in some places of her body.
The Goddess seemed saddened he had pulled his arm away from her, and even to his own surprise, he offered it to her again. She smiled and wrapped her hands around it to observe the scar once more. Arkos marveled at her, and suddenly felt compelled to copy her behavior. He slowly raised his other arm that wasn’t under her investigation and placed his palm on her shoulders where some of the feathers were. At first it struck him how warm she was, then the unmatched softness of the feathers and the skin beneath. It was unlike anything he’d ever touched, so immaculate and perfect.
The Goddess smiled again. Arkos wondered if she enjoyed the physical contact as much as he did. She looked pleased, but what did he know of the way of the Gods? His next focal point was the metal ring floating above her head. It looked like it was made of metal, but it didn’t look like gold, silver, steel or copper, which were the only metals he knew. The Goddess seemed humored by his interest and bowed her head so he had better access to the cool metal. It moved when he touched it, but returned to its position above her head after. Arkos’ mouth hung open in awe, then the Goddess pulled back and slid closer to him. Her hands were still on his arm, but she now paid her attention to his upper body. She touched his chest and tested the firmness of the musculature there and on his abdomen, carved by his daily exercise and striving to master the ways of fighting.
Arkos had shared his bed before, but none of his experiences came close to what he felt now. The intimacy of this situation was unmatched, raw and visceral in a heartstopping way. It was this realization that introduced a new spark to Arkos’ feelings of comfort, peace, and curiosity. It was lust, he understood, pulsating in his being, but not in the exciting, at times annoyingly buzzing way he knew it as. It went deeper than that. Dark in a way, the most primal feeling he knew, but at the same time a complex mixture of yearning and vulnerability.
His body reacted to the Goddess’ touches in a way that instilled shame in him. While he shivered and felt the pressing arousal between his legs, she still seemed harmlessly clueless with her large searching eyes investigating his body. She was an immaculate being above all worldly worries, and he felt he was soiling her pristine presence with his mortal urges.
The Goddess noticed his changed behavior and observed his face with another tilt of her head, asking shameless questions without saying a word. Arkos avoided her gaze and shifted uncomfortably, knowing his thin linen sheet wasn’t any use in disguising his erection. It was the worst thing he could’ve done, because since she didn’t get answers from him, her eyes strayed in search for the knowledge she desired. She quickly saw what had changed, and judging from her expression, she knew exactly what it meant. Of course she knew. As a Goddess she was all-knowing, right?
Arkos felt his face grow hot as it flushed with blood and damned his involuntary bodily functions. The Goddess knelt on his bed now, and to his horror dragged away the sheet which was the only thing preserving his decency.
“You… I…” he stammered and bit his lower lip. She paid him no mind, instead regarding his unveiled sex. She didn’t seem offended or flustered, which Arkos hesitantly decided was a good thing, albeit he didn’t exactly feel the most comfortable with her staring at his cock so intently. It got worse when she leaned in to get an even better look. With her back arched now, Arkos’ attention was drawn to her form. The curve of her back flowing into the round of her ass and her flawless thighs. She didn’t feel shame over her bareness, and there was not the slightest reason she should. Arkos had never laid eyes on a more divine body, and it fired his passion into uncomfortable heights. He gulped heavily and resisted the urge to reach out and touch all her shapes. She had no such opposition, and just as simply as she had touched the rest of him, she pressed her palm against his hard member.
“Ah!” Arkos ejected in surprise, “T-That’s-”
The words died in his throat when her head turned to him. The look out of her surreal eyes entirely robbed him of his ability to make sense of his thoughts. She moved her hand along the shaft of his dick and he let out a long breath, sinking against the headrest of his bed. He was powerless against the sensation, and the apprehensive tension in his body faded. Her hand was so soft and warm, it was heavenly how effortlessly she could make him melt into her touch.
The Goddess seemed very intrigued upon those new responses of his, repeating the motion which rewarded her with another sigh from him. Eager now, her fingers wrapped around him. Arkos took a shaky breath and his eyes fell shut, any reasoning escaping him. This entire situation was too absurd. He felt himself getting lost in the pleasing sensation of her touch and pushed his pelvis upwards, desperate for more. The Goddess seemed to understand, because she started pumping his cock slowly. Arkos’ pleasure reached new heights, already he was trembling and his hands were wandering aimlessly over the sheets and his body.
“Gods,” he groaned, voice strained and opened his eyes, his resistance finally breaking, and he hungrily reached out to the Goddess, stroking her skin and cupping one of her breasts. It was soft, like the rest of her, and fit into his hand perfectly. She let him continue exploring her body, leaning into his touch, even, but not halting the movement of her hand around his cock. Arkos moaned out and squeezed her breast. There was another sound from her, voice angelic and harmonious. Already, Arkos’ breathing was erratic, his body trembling uncontrollably. So close was he to his peak, but he didn’t want this to end yet, didn’t want to stop feeling the Goddess’ touch, ever. Appropriately, his despair was intense when her hand left his dick.
“No,” he whined before he could stop himself, “please.”
The Goddess looked at him with a soothing smile and shifted, turning her upper body to him and swinging one of her legs over him so that she straddled his lap. His painfully throbbing cock was pressed against the lips of her sex. It was unsettling, Arkos mused, how closely she resembled a human, yet was so fundamentally different. Still her stare was unwavering as she recorded every one of his reactions to her actions. Arkos wondered what inspired her to approach him in such a way. There should be no reason for a Goddess to take prolonged interest in a mere man, after all.
But interested she was, her curiosity insatiable. She raised herself over his thighs, her pelvis now hovering above his. One of her hands was on his chest, supporting her body as she leaned forwards, and Arkos noticed she seemed too light for a woman of her stature, but the thought was torn from his brain when her other hand wrapped around his dick yet again, this time to align it with her entrance. She lowered herself onto him, the head of his member parting her lips, then he slid into her without resistance in a singular, languid stroke.
Arkos’ eyes went wide and he forgot to breathe, so intense was the feeling. In every sense of the word, the Goddess was perfect, as if his cock was meant to fit into her, or she around it. It was exhilarating, world-bending, mind-breaking. When she began to move slowly, his hand wrapped around her wrist that was on his chest, holding it tightly. She accepted his antics and intertwined her fingers with his, continuing her steady movements with a consistent increase in pace.
Arkos had never heard himself make noises as he did now. The sensation of her soft insides around him forced low moans out of his throat, and groans and curses. And he could hear her, too, her voice sweet like the chime of windbells, clear as birdsong, gentle like the summer breeze. And seeing her was another matter straining his limits. Watching her body rise and fall on top of him, curves moving, ultramarine eyes half-closed and heavy-lidded, and her plump lips parted combined with the saccharine sounds of her voice aroused him beyond belief. He didn’t know if she actually felt pleasure like he did, or if she convincingly imitated the human’s behavior. He wanted it to be real. He hoped it was, but his mind was far too clouded to be occupied with any sensible matters at the time.
She was moving quickly now, with every stroke she almost withdrew his cock from her entirely, only to then have it breach her again, and with every stroke, Arkos thought he would break, but he held on as long as he could, writhing and panting and convulsing. He didn’t know what came over him, but he tugged on the Goddess’ arm, pulling her into his chest and wrapping his arms around her torso tightly. His fingers dug into her shoulders, and he hoped burying his nails in her skin would not evoke her godly wrath. He was unable to help himself. He lost control and fell victim to his desire. Holding her body tightly atop him, he thrusted into her time and time again intensely, his breath coming in ever shorter bursts. He could feel her breasts press against him, her breath hitting his neck with every moan she let out.
“Oh Gods,” he sighed as he buried himself into her to the hilt. The churning tension in his core grew to a critical point, became too much to handle and overwhelmed him with a climax unlike any he’s felt before. He cried out, raw and visceral. The violent relief of his orgasm made his voice crack, and he felt the sting of tears in his eyes as he spilled his seed into the Goddess. His body shook and his cock pumped into her, while she laid on his chest, silently nestling her head into the crook of his neck. Arkos still held onto her tightly while he felt like it took him ages to come down from his high, and she waited. Arkos breathed and stared at the ceiling, his head void of thoughts, overrun by the shock of his intense climax. The Goddess ran her hand over his chest and nudged him with her head. Arkos was unable to react. He suddenly felt as if an intense weight was attached to his back, binding him to his bedding, and he knew he was unable to move. The tiredness washed through him like a tidal wave, and he could not resist its pull. He had a feeling this, too, had to do with the presence of the Goddess. His thoughts quieted, eyes falling shut, his conscience fading away into a deep, deep slumber.
The following morning, Arkos rose with the dawn, as usual, the sun showing the first of its golden rays to a world still asleep. He was alone, and sat on the edge of his bed, contemplating the events of last night.
“What an odd dream,” he mused to himself and stared at the floorboards. As tangible as it had felt, there was no way that absurd situation was based in reality. Looking around, he could find no evidence of any Goddess’ presence in his room which looked so different now with the morning light illuminating it. He shook his head and forced himself on his feet, finding clothes to dress himself to go about his day. He left his room without having noticed the small, downy feather resting on his pillow.
Beach fun w/ a stranger [MF] [creampie] [agegap] [CNC]
It’s summer, and I’m at the beach. I came with my friends but they’re all scared of the deep water so I’ve waded out much farther than them. The water is almost up to my tits. I’m having fun just being out here, bobbing up and down with the waves.
Something bumps into me and I stumble, almost going under the water, but a pair of strong hands grabs my waist and keeps me from falling. “Whoa there, sorry for bumping into you”.
I turn around to see I’m in the arms of a tall man, who looks like he could have ten years on me. My back is pressed against his bare chest. I blush. “It’s no problem”, I say, “thanks for catching me”. I try to move forward but his hands tighten slightly. “Um,” I laugh nervously, “you can let go of me now.”
He doesn’t say anything. One of his hands snakes around my waist until he’s holding me in place with his whole arm, and the other one slides down my belly, underneath the water.
“What are you doing!?” I try to tear myself away but his grip is too strong.
My (M20) mom blew me after I watched her and my dad have sex
I’m still in awe of this happening so I had to write it.
My mom and dad have never really been open with me in this kind of sense. But something changed when I turned 20 a week ago. I would walk into my house after work and they’d be having sex in the kitchen. They usually weren’t completely naked but the one time they were I saw my dad’s cock as it slid out of my mom’s pussy. They were never in like shock that I caught them.
All until about yesterday when I walked in from work in the early evening and there they both were on the kitchen counter I about screamed.
“Oh my god you guys, what is going on” as I covered my eyes.
They were both just looking me, they weren’t like shocked or hurrying to put clothes on or anything. They both kind of gave me a look, and then bit their lip. I just started going upstairs when they called me back. I stood on the step and talked to them while they were down in the kitchen.
“Can you please come back here?” Mom asked calmly.
Fireplace
Two days of Siberian cold was more than enough for the wood cabin to be without electricity for the second day. It’s a good thing i had wood ready for the fireplace and didn’t have to go out. The situation outside was serious. That’s why i didn’t bother and immediately lit a fire and put a blanket and some pillows in front of the fireplace. I decide to warm up cabin and drink a cup of morning tea by the fireplace. Thank God for the gas stove. While i was meditating in front of the fireplace, i was awakened from half-sleep by a knock on the front door… i didn’t hear anyone coming to the house, so i got up suspiciously and decided to look through the window of the boiler room first to see what was happening outside. A white car stood in front of the house, with a small discreet sticker of the insurance company. Jesus, I guess the insurance agent didn’t come in this cold, for what? Really, it’s December, what’s he doing here?! As the knocking did not stop, i opened the door. To my surprise, standing on the doorstep was not mine insurance agent, but a rather cold and pale woman, in her late 30s or early 40s, who kindly persuaded me that in order to pay out mine investment insurances, i need to sign disbursement orders and fill in bank details. That we could have arranged it over the phone, but the gentleman does not have a landline number, and mine mobile phone has been unavailable for several days. To hurry, the payment must be made before the holidays. I couldn’t help but smile at all the confusion and kindly invite her forward. I apologized to her in advance and explained that this house, like the vast majority of others in the street, does not have electricity.
Student Seduction [Mf] [Teacher/Student] [Age Gap] [Creampie]
In a place full of scrawny, pimple-faced teenagers, Amber Lopez stood out like a sore thumb.
Like her classmates, she was just eighteen. Whilst the youth in her eyes was undeniable, so was the fact that she had a body that was all woman.
We first met outside my office on a scorching Friday afternoon.
I was immediately caught by the sunlight that reflected off her honey-brown eyes as she turned and faced me. She brushed her wavy strands of dirty-blonde hair aside, revealing the rosy cheeks on her impossibly smooth, caramel skin.
She wore a white shirt that was connected by a singular button in the middle, leaving her large tits to peak out from the seams and her ridiculously tight body on display. Her little plaid skirt barely covered the thick thighs that sat on top of her long, luscious legs. Every inch of her was flawless.
I had never wanted to kiss someone more than when I watched her soft, pink lips form a devious grin. When I looked back in her eyes I could just make out the devilish hint that hid behind their feigned innocence.