It had been about 2 months since I had met Mike (https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/zzsot9/the_day_i_met_mike_mm_straight_soft/), and I was to travel to Calgary for 3 days the following week.
I didn’t have any plans beside work, and although our encounter led to the unexpected, I thought I would text him and maybe go grab a few beers.
Seconds later, we were set.
—
As I was showering, I was thinking about his beautiful wife, that I was about to meet over dinner. Post nut clarity brought me back to reality: I wasn’t going to fuck Mike’s wife tonight.
—
Catherine answered the door. Imagine Chelsea Handler in a very sexy, yet tasteful dress. “Phil, come on in.”
Catherine was a successful entrepreneur and they have a very nice house. I sat in the living room next to the fireplace, and took one of the fine books they had on the table.
It was Kama sutra, a very nice edition. Catherine came back as I was browsing it. “Mike should be here any minute, he went to run errands.”
In the meantime, we got to know each other a bit more. She was funny, charming, smart and beautiful, and I think she thought the same of me.
As the was laughing out loud, the front door opened. Seconds later, Mike appeared in the living room. We shook hands, we sat down, drank and chatted for some time.
—
Catherine got up, and came back seconds later. But instead of sitting in her chair, she straddled me and started massaging my pecs.
“Mike, your friend seems very tense.” I just froze.
She unbuttoned my shirt and kept on massaging.
Mike stood up and it shook me – I didn’t want him to upset him, and I had not requested any of that.
But then he came back, wearing nothing but his boxers. He sat next to us. That was the Mike I had met a few weeks prior…
I started kissing Catherine’s perfect breasts. Mike was sighing, Catherine was moaning.
“Yeah, he’s very tense.” Catherine started massaging my bulge. Soon after, she knelt down.
I gave Mike a quick look to make sure he was onboard with his… and he sure was. Blowjobs were a birthday thing in my marriage, I wouldn’t miss that chance.
I stood up, she unzipped my khakis and found my cock. After a few tongue teases, she engulfed it. She was beautiful.
It went on for a good five minutes before she stood up and went to kiss Mike. “Babe, you taste so good.”
Well Mike, if you really wanna know, that’s Sauvignon Blanc and precum. “I told you how manly he was.” Oh, he knew.
She started kissing his neck, his pecs, his belly and then his cock. They were both very attractive to begin with, but I was very grateful for being next to them in such an intimate moment.
—
Minutes later, we moved to the bedroom. Catherine was laying on the bed as Mike and I kissed her gently throughout her entire body. Mike rubbed some massaging oil as he progressed.
She invited me to lay down. She stranded my hips, laid some massaging oil on my stomach and started massaging my shoulders. Mike was hard as rock, right next to us.
As things progressed, straddled my legs and began oiling my cock and balls.
She then went forward and in an instant, I was in her. She moaned as I grabbed her ass. I let out a long sigh.
Mike stood up on the bed and she started sucking his thick cock as I was pounding her slowly.
He then took a minute off on the couch, watching us while caressing his cock with lotion.
When he got back, he came behind Catherine. I realized what he was up to.
I felt his cock enter Catherine’s vagina. It was hard, yet soft. Moist, yet we could feel everything.
Catherine looked at me. “Are you OK with all this?” I nodded as Mike and I were taking turns in going thrusting.
She was moaning like I had never heard someone moaning. Mike and I were very hard. He was right – feeling his cock rub against mine, in addition to feeling Catherine’s tight pussy wrap us in warmth was incredible. My cock had never been so happy.
Mike was sighing more and more loudly. Suddenly, I felt his cock throb and a warm stream of cum fill Catherine. I shivered as I realized what had just happened.
He got out and a tide of love juice, from both lovers, spoiled my thighs and my balls.
He sat on the bed, cock in hand, next to me, his eyes towards Catherine and I’s project.
Her pussy was so wet, and she was moaning with each thrust.
Seconds later, it was my time to fill her up. I gave her five long ropes as she closed her eyes.
I kissed her breasts and got out. Another tide of love juice flew on my pubes, balls and thighs.
She was now laying next to me as I sat, resting against the headboard.
“Boys, look what you’ve done.”
I smiled, a bit short of breath, as Mike went through me and then her to be on her side.
She slipped two fingers in her labia, took them out. They were oozing with cum, lotion and perhaps some of her very own juice. She brought them to her mouth, closed her eyes and licked them.
Mike kissed her belly, her breasts and they exchanged a long, languid kiss as I was looking, eyes wide open.
Right after, he started working on her clitoris with his right index. My semi-hard cock was resting on her leg, I was gently kissing her beasts.
He then went down on her in the most sensual ways I could imagine. She was in ecstasy. Her legs soon trembled, and the came loudly.
Mike got up, his chin covered in our juices. Catherine wiped him, and we laid down for a few minutes.
“Pizza or sushi?”
I dressed and went to the living room, to give them some space. They soon appeared, Catherine in a short short bathrobe, and Mike in his boxers. I think Mike realized he was perhaps too familiar. He went back, and came back in grey sweatpants – I could tell he was going commando – and with an old t-shirt.
We ate, discussed and laughed. It felt like I was with old friends, but I had only known them for hours.
—
At 11pm, I was tired and ready to go.
“Why don’t you sleep in the guest room?”
They had a very nice house, and I was happy to avoid the trip back to the hotel.
We said good night and went to our rooms.
I started reflecting. Did Mike plan this all along? How involved was Catherine in the plan? Did I break something between the two of them? Was I supposed to cum first? Did I leave them enough room? How can Mike be so comfortable sharing his girlfriend, or with other men around? Like that time in the hotel, how was he so comfortable wanking next to a stranger? Would I eat someone else’s cum?
A gentle knock on the door brought me out of my thoughts.
“Hey Phil, Mike and I thought something else might please you.”
Catherine entered the room and laid next to me, while Mike was sitting at the end of the bed.
She started kissing my nips, massaging my arms, my pecs and my belly.
Mike started massaging my shins, my calves.
I closed my eyes, it felt so good.
Mike was progressing and he was now massing my thighs. Soon after, his fingers were occasionally under my boxers, as he was massaging my upper tights.
I was sighing hard, he was massaging my underbelly and Catherine was going stronger with the nips kisses.
I was not hard, nor flaccid… I was exhausted by horny, not into man-on-man but clearly into this.
Mike gripped my boxers waistband. I raised my hips, he got the tip and soon enough I was naked.
Catherine stopped. I opened my eyes. She looked at me. “Are you OK with all of this?” I nodded.
She resumed the massaging.
And then I felt a shy tongue tease the tip of my dick. Three times.
I clenched my buttocks, my dick responded by a short vibration.
Mike engulfed my dick in his mouth, and he started giving me a slow, steady and caring blowjob. Like he was eating the most delicious popsicle ever.
I could tell it was his first time, but combined with Catherine’s attention, it was perfect.
“Hey Mike, I’m about to…”
Catherine put a finger on my mouth, as Mike acknowledged as vocally as you can, with a dick in your mouth.
I came, and he took every last drop.
I opened my eyes. Mike was standing near the end of the bed, smiling.
Catherine kissed my cheek, stood up, and they exchanged another languorous, cum-filled kiss.
They closed the light, left my room, and left the door open. My dick was pulsating, I was in shock and filled with so much pleasure.
Seconds later, they were loudly making love from the other room. My heart was racing. I heard all of it. I can tell they both came at the same time, and then they kissed for a good minute.
That’s when Mike appeared in the doorway of my room, his dick fully erect. “Good night, man.” And he closed the door.
—
I slept like a baby, and woke up to the smell of coffee.
I thought about getting dressed, but frankly I needed a shower. Although I’m prude by nature, I felt at ease to reach the bathroom in my birthday suit, especially after last night.
Catherine was making coffee in that very short bathrobe. “Why don’t you take a shower while I prepare the breakfast? The shower in the en-suite is nicer, give it a try!”
I entered the master bedroom to find Mike in a star position, fully naked, on their bed. Is he always naked? Why is he so sexual? Why am I attracted to him, but not to guys? Is he attracted to me, or did he do it only for Catherine?
Their master bedroom looked like a suite of a nice hotel. I went to the shower – a very nice shower, ideal for a naughty couple. There were no door, two shower heads, body jets and a bench.
The water temperature was perfect, I grabbed some body wash and I caressed myself, thinking back on last night.
You guessed it – that’s the moment Mike chose to shower. It felt weird, but after all, there are two shower heads and it’s clearly made for two people.
“You can keep on …” “Yeah no I was just washing myself.”
We stood there in silence, under the water, naked, side-to-side – did I mention I was prude, most of the time?
Then he turned to me. I turned to him. He was placid, whereas I was still a bit aroused from the body wash thingy.
“So about last night.” “Your wife is beautiful Mike, sorry I couldn’t help myself keeping it in my pants…”
“No no that was perfect. I was thinking about the last part…” “Oh, yeah, that.” “I’m not into men, but Catherine and I really enjoyed it. I hope you don’t mind, I wouldn’t want this to hurt our friendship.”
I had never thought of Mike as a friend, but he still felt like an old friend. Whose wife I fucked, whose mouth sucked my dick.
“Nevermind Mike, I also enjoyed it, and it was part of the overall experience.”
He smiled and we showered in silence.
We got out. “Naked brunch is my favourite.” I followed Mike to find Catherine completely naked in the breakfast nook.
We ate brunch, discussed and laughed.
—
My flight was in early afternoon, so I soon went to my room to get dressed. I decided to go commando, inspired by Mike.
As I was standing in the entryway, naked Catherine gave me kiss on the cheek. Naked Mike gave me a long hug, so intense I could feel his dick against mine.
“I had a lot of fun, thanks guys. I’ll never forget that night.” Catherine smirked, “I hope we get to meet again. Or maybe you guys will get to hang at a hotel bar soon?”
Category: Erotica
Holly’s Tales – Part 6
[https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/zzarg4/hollys_tales_part_1/](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/zzarg4/hollys_tales_part_1/)
Mr. Donovan’s hands gather up my hair together. He doesn’t pull hard as I can feel him put it into a pony tail. After a few moments, I can tell he’s grabbed the shower head now because the sound of the shower head wobbles and oscillates in my ears. He starts low, on my feet, getting me used to the temperature. I wince momentarily as the hot water hits my skin, but I adjust quickly and my body soaks it up. There’s a sting when the heat hits the welts on my leg, but I don’t mind; it almost feels good in its memory.
The water has moved up my legs and to my waist, and now around back. He is methodical in drenching me, but the heated air and hot water has turned me to jelly in his hands. The water is now on my shoulders, and my body involuntarily shudders at the encompassing pleasure the heat has. After several minutes, he stops and I can tell he’s replaced the shower head in its cradle, but kept it running. I can hear the distinct opening of a plastic top near my head. Next, my ears pick up the sounds of wet washcloths rubbing together.
“I should open how wide?” When an aspiring singer goes to a new vocal coach, she discovers that he has a rather *unique* teaching method…[M/F, D/s, Dubcon, Manipulation, Instruction, Sloppy/Rough Oral]
“The Oral Maestro?” Molly cocked her head to the side, her bountiful red curls bouncing as she looked inquisitively at the business card. It was a deep, royal blue with white trim along the edges. It had a nice weight to it and looked rather professional.
“Uh-huh, honey, I think he’d be perfect for you.” Ms. Robinson closed the cover of her piano, smiling brightly at Molly as they finished their lesson. “I think we have a great thing going, but he’s a specialist. He’ll be able to help you really hit those high notes. You’d be amazed how many pop artists he’s worked with.”
“Really?” The young woman’s eyes grew wide, but could she really book a session with such a well-regarded vocal coach?
“That’s right. Plenty of those country singers from Nashville and a few up-and-comers from LA too.”
Molly nodded, slightly in awe that she might have the opportunity to train with someone so well-respected. “And you think I could get an appointment?”
“Of course,” Ms. Robinson assured her. “Let’s just say I’ve put in a good word for you. You’re already booked for tomorrow.”
***
Everyone loves a good neighbor (1/3?) [voyeur] [neighbour] [pregnant]
Eva and Ben had moved in next door replacing my sweet aged neighbors. She worked in finance and was heavily pregnant. It suited her: her auburn flowing hair radiated even when tied up, her olive Mediterranean skin was perfect and her breasts heaved naturally and full. Ben, her well meaning IT-type husband was always running around with the eagerness of a new-dad to be.
I did the usual thing of saying hello, taking over something for their move in, helping with setting up. She was always busy elsewhere when I was lifting sofas with Ben, and only a moment’s smile between us now and then. But watching her bounce around in yoga pants and gym wear was enough to keep me happy. I found reasons to go over each day for about a week so I could come straight back and cum thinking of her bouncing on my cock raw and filling her with my more seed.
One afternoon, I could hear muffled moans and squeals next door. At first i was confused thinking it was an argument. But Eva’s groans of delight clarified quickly ‘fuck yes I’m almost there! Keep going baby!’ She was free and lustful and got me rock hard. Ben was near silent and soon whimpered.
Cream-Donut and Coffee [MF][Consensual][Creampie][Public][Quickie]
Riley’s stomach churned and her head pounded as she
tried to adjust her sunglasses in an attempt to block out the sun. Last nights
bender had taken a toll on her and now she paid the price for her frivolous
ways. Her heels clicked, more cheerful than herself, along the pavement of the
sidewalk. It has been a week now since she arrived in her hometown, stayed with
her family, and enjoyed the summer, taking a long-needed vacation from her job
at a local news-outlet. It was a Wednesday morning, a day like any other for
most people, yet here she was, stumbling along the main-road that ripped its
way throughout the town, the hangover clouding her consciousness. Scents of
baked food, BBQ’s, car exhausts and the summery air all mixed into a sickening
concoction of smells that began a lovely ruffle with her already weakened
stomach.-
She eyed herself in one of the stores big windows as
she walked alongside it. Her elbow long, black, curly hair bouncing in time
with her shaky steps. Under her sunglasses, big bags made themselves
comfortable, last nights make-up still haphazardly strewn across her face. She
felt the walk of shame she had put herself into deep in her soul. Her grey,
crochet cardigan blew in the wind, revealing her strong, slightly muscular
torso, clad by a black tank-top, revealing much of her bronze skin, showing of
the well-rounded form of her breasts. Her gaze continuing onwards to her black
jeans with rips on her upper thighs and knees showing of more of her toned,
bronze legs. Some idiot had spilled Jack Daniel’s and coke on them yesterday;
luckily not much she thought. Finally, she eyed her heeled ankle boots, black
and not very expensive, but they fitted the occasion. Her footing on them did
not seem very secure now, with the ghost of last night pulling on her entire
body, begging her to just lay down on the pavement and fall asleep. As quickly
as her mirror image appeared it vanished again as she walked past a
side-street.-
Looking to escape the noise of the town-centre, she
turned on her heel and entered the alley. No cars drove along this road and
most buildings were comprised of housing, with the occasional brick and mortar
store. A short walk into the street however revealed something that piqued her
interest. Infront of her a café revealed itself. Small and rather quiet, it
sought to imitate a sort of Parisian aesthetic. The front-porch was littered
with metal chairs that all had intricately designed backrests. They were placed
up to typical, round tables with bright white pine wood surfaces. Surrounding
the porch was a wooden fence that had been overgrown by ivy. A wooden skeletal
porch roof putting a nice finishing touch to the area. People sat down, an
ocean of words and voices, enjoying coffee, cakes, and other assorted pastries.
The front of the building itself was entirely clad by a window wall, revealing
an equally kitschy interior. A bar in the very back, serving the black gold,
together with the plethora of foods. the front being invaded by more table and
chair combos that could be found outside.-
“This is what I need now.” Riley thought to herself,
her dry mouth beginning to water at the prospect of a hot caramel coffee.
Approaching the glass door, she eyed the different patrons, trying to discern
their orders to make an informed decision on what to get. As she pushed the
door inwards, an authentic little bell, that hung just above her head, was
pushed by the door and began to ring, filling the room and her entrance with a
pleasant, movie-like aura. The bar currently did not have a line and so Riley
positioned herself opposite of it, inspecting the menu, taking in all the
different options, wondering what actual Europeans would think about this.-
“Hi, hello, and welcome to Pierre’s, what can I get
you?” The chirping voice grated on Riley’s unprepared ears, not because the
noise was bad, but because it popped up unannounced and without warning,
ruining her quite French countryside moment and pulling her right back into her
American home. Across the bar, a young, eager looking guy assumed his assigned
position. Riley didn’t see him being older than twenty-three. His thick, light
brown hair complimented his square face nicely and gave it a much-needed
softness. He was tall, taller than Riley and rather thin, yet his chest seemed
well defined. The baby blue apron that bared the café’s logo clashed with his
black turtleneck. His arms long, the left hand accessorized with a leather
wristband, he cupped his fist with his other hand, waiting for Riley to order.
“Still looking? Need any recommendations?” Riley had not realized that an
awkward amount of time had passed while she scanned him thoroughly.-
“Oh uhm…I’ll take a caramel coffee please!” Riley
cleared her throat, her body still in shambles, she glanced around the room,
looking for a free seat. “Coming right up” The barista answered. Before he
turned around, she could catch a glimpse on his nametag. “Brian” her mind read.
“Could not have been more generic huh?” Riley absentmindedly watched Brian
prepare her order and paid for it as he handed it out to her, wishing her a
wonderful Wednesday in the same overzealous tone that he greeted her in. She
wondered if he had an alliteration prepared for every day. A Top Tier Tuesday?
Fabolous Friday perhaps? She sat down in the corner, placing her coffee on the
available coaster, putting her bag on the chair next to her and withdrawing her
phone from it. Before unlocking it, she took a sip of her beverage and sighed
as the liquid paradise refreshed her body, mind and soul, gifting her new
life.-
She opened her phone, followed by her gallery, and
began scrolling through last nights pictures. It was her best friend’s birthday
party. Part of the reason why she had come to visit her old home on her
vacation. Photos of cheering, drinking people, couples making out, drinking
games being played and songs being sung. And then there he was, her
one-night-stand from last night. She did not even remember his name. Why should
she anyway? All he did was eat her out for all of five seconds, just to shove
his prick up her bone-dry vagina after which he proceeded to cum all over her
fancy blouse, that she wore yesterday and then had to replace with this black
tank top that belonged to Paige, her best friend. One of the worst sexual
encounters she ever had. Frustrated she let her phone fall to the table, the
screen locking once more. Riley placed her lips back onto the rim of her glass
to take another sip, hoping this beautiful thing would wash all of yesterday’s
bad tastes away.-
Not only was she frustrated, but she also still felt a
deep need for dick inside her. Considering how abruptly last night ended for
her, she was not surprised by how horny she still had been all day. But no one
else at the party truly tickled her fancy, promising her what she needed. She
began to think, mentally working her way through all the man she knew that
still lived around here. Who would be up for meeting an old friend and catching
up on the good old times? The more she meandered through her old contacts and
the emptier her coffee grew, the more desperate she became. “Fucking hell.”
Riley exclaimed under her breath, closing her contacts, and looking around the
café. She couldn’t just pick someone here now could she? She was the only one
that sat alone at her table anyhow and she would certainly not walk up to
someone that had a conversation partner and ask them to pound last nights
memories out of her.-
“Hi, hello and welcome…” The rest of this sentence
fading away in Riley’s mind as this grating voice grabbed her attention one
more time. “I mean he looks cute I guess” she thought to herself, rubbing her
index finger across her puffy lips, biting the lower one. If he was truly cute
or simply fulfilled the necessary criteria of not having a dedicated
conversation partner and being male, she was not sure. Whatever the case she
waited for the new customer to finish his order, then she emptied her glass,
placed it on the table with an encouraged thump and stood up, approaching the
bar once more. She deserved to have a bit of fun before her flight back in two
days, she convinced herself.-
“Hey, you, what can I do for you” Brian asked as soon
as Riley entered his sphere of influence, like a character in a video game,
eager to present his quest. “Hey there Brian…uhm…I’m going to make this
quick.” Riley leaned against the counter, her head slumped onto her chest,
eyeing her shoes before looking back up into Brian’s face, his expression
barely able to hold back the anticipation. “Are you single Brian?” It took him
a moment to process what he had been asked. “I am, yeah!” A nervous smile
overwhelming his lips, unsure what to expect. “Cool, cool…” Riley cleared her
throat. “Uhm…when will your shift end?” Brian turned around, his eyes
piercing the big clock behind him. “I will have my break in fifteen minutes,
why?” Riley looked around; a conspiring look on her face. “You are cute, love
how you handle the store.” She began picking on one of her fingernails. “Want
to meet up during your break and get in some proper relaxation?” a puzzled expression followed Riley’s
statement. “Proper relaxation? Do you mean what I think you mean?” Brian lifted
one eyebrow. “Look, I won’t explain it here right now, meet me in the women’s
bathroom in fifteen minutes if you want to have a bit of fun and return to your
shift with a grin on your face, okay?” Riley smacked the top of the counter and
returned back to her bag and seat.-
As the end of the fifteen minutes grew closer, Riley
made her way towards the women’s bathroom, throwing one final wink towards
Brian, which was being met with a still slightly unsure and confused smirk. Was
she really going to do this? Fucking a stranger in the bathroom-stall in a café
in her hometown? That was something she had never done before, yet the thought
actually began to excite her, a wave of adrenaline washing over her as she
opened the restroom door, looking at the inside and determining the far most
stall to be suitable. As she approached it, she heard the door creak behind
her. Turning around, she noticed Brian standing in the foyer of the restroom,
looking around anxiously, eyeing himself in the mirror above the sinks. Riley
sighed. “Over here!” she silently shouted towards him. Brian jumped and then
quickly walked over to her. “Hey… uhm… so now what?” Brian stood in front
of her, Riley’s back turned towards the stall. “What do you think silly? Now we
fuck” Riley chuckled, grabbed the neck of his sweater and pulled Brian in for a
kiss.-
His narrow lips felt soft on hers, his tongue
passionately swirling around hers. As innocent as he presented himself, he
surely didn’t do this for the first time. Brian’s hand gently placed on Riley’s
cheek he pulled her in closer. Riley’s breasts pressed against his chest, his
hand caressing over her lower back. She pulled him into the stall, making sure
the toilet-seat is all the way down before she ripped herself away from his
deep kisses, sitting down on the lid and haphazardly tugging on his apron. “Wow
you are truly in need huh?” He voiced under his breath. “Less talking, more
doing!” Riley swiftly answered, dropping the apron to the ground. Her body warm
in lust and anticipation, her crotch tingling as she began to work the button
of his pants. Once released, his pants slid to the ground, revealing tight
boxershorts that presented the outline of an erect cock, restrained by the
fabric. Riley looked up at him, her eyes big and excited. She placed her lips
on the bulge and began to kiss it, the fabric warm on her lips, the heat
radiating off his penis. Grabbing the trim of his boxershorts, she pulled them
down, which caused the rock-hard shaft to spring up and hit her under her chin.
Riley and Brian chuckled in unison before she turned her attention towards the
tasty treat that swayed right beneath her face. A long, thick shaft protruding
from his hips, clean shaven and accompanied by low hanging balls. Its weight
caused it to bend downwards slightly paired with a curve to the left. He was
uncut and a little flap of skin covered the pinkish, bulging tip. Riley usually
did not have to deal with them but right now it did not matter to her. She
quickly wrapped her fingers around the rod, gently pulling back the foreskin,
the girthy tip peaking out. She placed her lips on it, suckling and running her
tongue all over it. A grunt left Brian’s mouth. “Shush! Be quite!” Riley said,
cock in one hand, the other slapping his thigh. She grinned and locked her lips
back around his throbbing cock. This time completely enveloping the tip and
subsequently sliding down the entire length, her nose bumping into his hip. As
she retreated her head, she felt that Brian had laid his hand on the back of
her head, pressing her back down onto him.-
He began to thrust his hip into her, sounds of gagging
and slurping filling the bathroom. “He definitely got the memo now” Riley
thought to herself as his meaty cock shoved its way in and out of her mouth and
down her throat. Something must have clicked within him, changed, and Riley
enjoyed that change thoroughly, this is what she had hoped for. She slid one
hand down to her pants, unbuttoning them as best as she could while Brian
proceeded to fuck her mouth and then pressed her hands under her panties, her
fingers rubbing across her clit along the way to her entrance to collect her
moisture. She had been wet since he grabbed her head, she enjoyed being used
like that, something about it felt so filthy and yet so arousing to her.
Riley’s fingertips hastily danced around her clit, pressing it, rubbing it, and
pinching it, wanting to wring out all the pent-up frustration and lust from it,
all while Brian’s balls continuously slapped against her cleft chin. A cough
and some more gagging prompted him to withdraw his shaft from Riley’s mouth.
She scrambled to catch her breath. “Jesus, feels like you needed this too!” Her
lung expanding in between words, fighting for air. “Long week” Brian answered,
baring his teeth in a lopsided smile. “Hope you can do that to my pussy too!”
Riley stood up and turned around, her tight ass rubbing against his bulging and
pulsating cock. Brian immediately grabbed the trim of her jeans, only to barely
pull it down halfway down her upper thighs, leaving her legs pressed together
slightly.-
Brian grabbed the base of his cock, pressing the tip
against Riley’s dripping folds, the head gleefully sliding up and down her
thick, puffy, willing pussy lips. Each thrust sending sharp pulses of intense
craving through her entire body, clouding her senses, and filling her mind with
nothing but desire and lust and the willingness to do anything just to be
impaled on him. “Just put it in already!” She whispered, her head over her
shoulder. On command, Brian laid his hands onto her hips, gripping tightly, his
fingers gently burrowing into her skin before pulling her back onto himself,
his rod parting her, conquering her, and filling out every inch of her pussy.
“Fuck, you are tight!” He moaned as he moved back, gaining momentum for another
thrust. Riley grabbed the cistern of the toilet, searching for an ounce of
stability and a way to release the immense pleasure this pure, raw claiming of
her pussy gifted her. One hand began to cover her mouth, to muffle her moans
and screams of ecstasy, while Brian continued to ravage her, pressing himself
into her and pulling her onto him, it felt like his entire being would enter
her any second now. He took what he was offered and then some and Riley loved
it, loved Brian for the way he was fucking her in that moment, and loved this
wonderful Wednesday.-
She looked back at him over her shoulder again. The
image of a man, taking what he wanted, conquering, and claiming, grunting, and
growling presented itself to her. This man would not stop until he had emptied
himself inside her, filling her to the brim, fulfilling his duty, his purpose
and thus following his carnal desires. He now thrusted into her lap so greedily
that the sound of her asscheeks slapping against him filled the air. The
juices, that had leaked from her pussy smearing across his shaft. She wondered
if anyone could hear them, but then again, she did not care. All she cared for
was being fucked; being taken and filled, claimed, and used. Afterall, she used
him for his dick too, so it was only fair of her letting him use her pussy the
way he saw fit. This thought, paired with the fact that Brian now reached
around her waist, laying his fingers onto her clit, and rubbing it with the
same wildness, that he showed her vagina without mercy, send her over the edge.
“Fuck, I’m…” her moaning growing louder, surpassing the muffling of her teeth
biting onto her fingers. “I’m going… to cum… ahh fuck.” Wave after wave of
muscle contractions in sync with pleasure and joy pulsated through her soul,
washing away the filth of yesterday, the frustration and this pesky hangover.
She rode every wave for as long as she could, savouring its pulses, enjoying
the neurons firing of in her brain and finding pleasure in the weight that
flowed right off of her.-
Only after her ecstasy had ended did she notice that
Brian continued to pound her. Not once did he stop during her orgasm, fucking
her right through it, taking what he needs. She turned her head over her
shoulder once more, her arm now reaching back, grabbing his turtleneck. “Cum!
Cum in me! Just shoot your load inside me!” Brian looked her in the eyes,
witnessing her fervour, he pressed himself thoroughly onto her, his balls
slapping against her drenched lips and the tip of his cock ready to shoot
string after string into her womb. A grunt, twitching of hips and throbbing in
his shaft signalled to Riley that she had accomplished her goal. His cock
exploded into her, pulsating and throbbing with each and every string. It felt
warm, spreading throughout her lower body, enveloping her in a feeling of
comfort and satisfaction. After his throbbing ceased, Brian pulled out his
cock, shivering a little at the sensual overload, pulling up his boxershorts
and pants, leaving the stall and sneaking out of the bathroom, the door
squeaking once again.-
Now Riley stood there, panting, and dripping white,
sticky cum. The past moments replaying across from her on the wall again and
again, the image of Brian coming deep into her. She let his taste roll over her
tongue one more time, savoured the feel of his penis deep inside her and the
proceeded to pull up her panties and pants, feeling herself leaking his cum
into them, and the left the stall. She walked towards the mirror to inspect
herself. Her hair flying all over the place, she took the time to fix it, but
she also noticed a satisfied grin on her face. “Yep, just what I needed!” She
said to herself in the mirror before leaving the bathroom. approaching Brian,
that now stood behind the counter again. He merely gave a sly grin before she
beckoned him closer. “Got a piece of paper?” “Sure!” he answered and swiftly
gave a paper towel and a pen. After dotting down her number onto the towel she
grinned, ordered a cream donut for the alibi of talking to Brian once again and
grabbed her bag
and left, but not before winking towards Brian one more time, exchanging a
knowing grin between them.
[F]24 I Learned to squirt late in my pregnancy
(a bit long, but maybe worth it…)
Hi all! I’m 24 years old and 30 weeks pregnant. I recently discovered reddit and wanted to join to fun here… Everywhere I go, I see girls selling on stuff. So, instead of just showing my belly and boobs around for money, I decided to tell some of my kinky stories… I can say that I have some.
I’m still young and pregnancy was not in my radar for now, but it happened, and I’m quite happy with it now. It was my fault, I can say, since I didn’t cared much for protection, and I have a slight kink for impregnation… Someday I will share the story on how the pregnancy happened.
I had my sexual awakening at 21, and ever since, I explored with almost anything that came to my mind, really freeing me from standard concepts about sex. I’m bi, and really open minded, and still experimenting and exploring a lot. Even more now: I’m 30 weeks, full round belly, and so horny that it is borderline nimpho levels of arousal and desire.
miiiiightve just done one of the sluttiest things ive done yet [26F]
i was incredibly hormonal and awful this afternoon; my fiancé had had me suck him off the night before, and it had gotten me so so wet. when i asked him to get me off, he refused, and eventually i fell asleep dripping and incredibly unfulfilled. as a result of that, i picked a dumb fight while i was at work and blew up at him. i knew if i was gonna have any fucking hope of keeping myself together, i had to get fucked.
while i was at work, this guy came in, wearing a wedding ring but absolutely flirting with me. i was wearing a tiny lil black semi see thru crop top (no bra), and a tiny lil wrap around plaid skirt that had a split almost up to my pussy (no panties) and obviously made a point to bend over to show off for him. i passed him my # in his purchase, and not even a full minute after he left, he was txting and asking what i was doing after work. i replied “u 😜”. he told me that if we were gonna do this, we’d have to be so so so careful because – get this – he would have to host me because his wife would hear if he left but id have to be so quiet.
One way to start a weekend
Baby. I am back, Everything good?. I can here noises but not a verbal word. Seems it is harder for you to talk sucking on that cock like you are. I look over the counter, your 69ing him and you both really seem to be enjoying it…. I can’t help but watch. Your so sexy in your movements. Your tits squashing on his hips as you take him in. Your hips grinding on his head as he licks your clit. I put the wine away, put the food in to the microwave and step back into the room with yall again. I want to play I say as I strip my clothes off.
This has been a crazy weekend to say the least. Ever since I found out I knew your Marine that you had that one night stand with I noticed you had gotten a little more sexual. A little more wanting. And it had turned me on quite a bit also. You gave me some more details and went on about how he made you cum. Hell I wanted to met up with him and when we got the news he would be in town and had gotten a airbnb for the weekend. We jumped at the chance. You just wanted us to met and have a drink, but more than that happened and we all ended up in his place. I didn’t mind dude was pretty cool. Seemed nice and respectful to us both and to our relationship. It was OK.
First threesome(mff) pt2
She’s looking directly in my eyes as she says it. My body fills with jealousy as he taps his cock on her pussy. He spits on his dick and rubs a little on her before I watch his adjust it. I watch Jess has he presses himself inside her. She moans in my pussy. So fucking hot. He starts slow, rocking her body into me as he thrusts. Maxs eyes are locked on his cock inside my Jess. He starts to speed up. Jess struggles to breathe but she licks my pussy harder and faster, forcing me to arch my back and press my head into the mattress. She starts moaning in my pussy in between. I can hear maxs hips smack into Jess’s ass. I’m insanely turned on. My hands squeeze my tits as I am struggling to hold still for Jess. Max pulls Jess off of me and flips her around to face him. He joins us on the bed and quickly puts his dick back in her in missionary. I’m forced to watch as his cock slides in and out of my girl. Out of my pussy. Again, her eyes on me. He grunts, talking about how tight her pussy is. I start to play with my clit as they fuck. He starts going harder, her moans get louder. Our eyes are locked. I move to her face and meet her lips with mine. We kiss passionately as she moans in my mouth. Her hand moves to my clit, then her fingers are inside me. I gasp hard in her mouth, taken by surprise. She gives me no time to adjust. Her pussy is getting fucked as she finger fucks mine. Both of us moaning in each other’s mouths. My pussy is dripping fucking wet. I can feel myself soaking her hand. I’m already close to cumming and just her fingers are inside me. I manage to get out between moans,
First threesome(mff) pt1
The jealousy kink inside of me is going absolutely crazy on our way home. The cute guy we picked up at the bar is right next to us. He’s tall, built and has brown hair. His leg sleeve and arm sleeve make me absolutely feral. He has pretty blue eyes and great style. Jessica and I picked him up at the bar to add to us. Jessica looks fucking amazing. I could hardly contain myself at the bar and the thought of this guy joining us makes me even more horny. Jess is wearing flare leather pants that hug her waist and her ass perfectly. Paired with a long sleeve body suit that exposes her tits and fits her body so well. She’s fucking gorgeous. I can’t wait to rip the clothes off of her. In preparation for the opportunity to add another person to us, we went over some rules and boundaries. We are ready. We are all 3 pretty buzzed from the night. Giggling and enjoying each other’s company. We are all sitting in the back of the Uber, shoulder to shoulder. Jess is sitting in the middle, Max is on her right side. She has already expressed how horny she was to me and I can see it by the look on her face. She’s holding it back. The thought of seeing this guy fuck my girl makes me livid, but it makes me jealously livid. That’s my fucking pussy.