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She has a ‘delusion of love’ , that someone loves her , she has never met this person. She feels sad for the person ( there is no one it’s a delusion) and will do what would make this person happy .
This turns me on .
I imagine she would meet this person, and he would ask her to get nude , touch her , explore her and she would allow him .
I had asked her if she would do this , she said if I am ok she would .
I fantasise of asking someone to be that person .
This is not a story .
I pull you in close and kiss you hard, lips and tongues connecting more than ever. My hands run through your hair and pull your head back so I can kiss down your ears and neck.
I reach back and unclip your bra, letting it fall to the floor. Working your way south along your collar bones and chest while my hands caress your soft tits, you play with my short hair when I reach your nipples and suck them hard, flicking the tips with my tongue.
I lay you onto the bed and crawl between your legs. My hands squeeze and kneed up them, inside and out as I move up to your against again. My hips against yours and pressing my hardening cock into your bottoms.
We rock them back and forth, grinding into each other. I reach down and pull your thong down and off. Your smooth pussy is wet and hot as my fingers slip between your lips and feel how horny you are. Out bodies warm us and keep each other wanting more. I Break your clasp and drag my fingers down your body until my head reaches your sweet spot. Kisses go up and down the insides of your thighs, the soft skin against my lips while I fingers rub your clit with your juices. Finally with a long lick from bottom to top I taste your sweetness.
To give full context, my bf knows that I have a cuckquean fetish. Before we started dating, he’d fuck other women and then make me suck his dick after. Sometimes he’d leave me in the middle of a date if one of the girls hit him up to fuck.
He met his ex wife when he was 23. They married after a year and have a 5 year old together. They’ve been divorced for a year and he met me right after the divorce and started dating me 6 months after.
His ex wife is a raging bitch and very controlling. She’s called me a bitch even before she met me and only refers to me by demeaning names. He told me the night we met that she’s his first love and he still loves her but couldn’t stay together because she’d fight with him constantly in-front of their kid. But she will always be the most important woman because she is the mother of his child. I accepted as long as he wasn’t sleeping with her.
This is my first one-off story during the time between chapters for my story, “A Bully Caged.” Hope you enjoy, and let me know what you think! This story is inspired by subreddits like /r/HookedUpHentai
TW: dubcon
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A white light burns my eyes. Am I dead? I don’t have any memories of how I got here, and bright white lights, I’ve been told, are sure signs of being dead. My head throbs. Nope. Not dead. Being dead wouldn’t come with a pounding migraine.
If I haven’t died, where am I?
I try to turn my head but find that it’s impossible. Something is restraining my neck and holding me in place. It feels soft, but firm, like plastic covered by some warm, spongy material. I adjust, and I become acutely aware of just how much mass is on me and exactly how little I can move. Running from both the front and back of my neck all the way to my hips, volumes of the same firm material are molded to force my back into a dramatic arch, and I’m positioned on all fours. I can feel a warm breeze on my asshole and cock. Only they are exposed. I start to panic. My hand moves for only a few inches to grasp for freedom before they’re stopped by cuffs. I don’t hear the signature clinking of chains. Are there cables keeping me in place? I can feel sleeves running up and down my arms and legs, with more cuffs at my elbows, biceps, and shoulders, but I can see nothing. I have no idea where I am.
When I woke, the clock on my night stand read 12:30. I looked around and realized I was still by the window. I got up and turned on the light and saw the mess I had made by the window. Cum all over my curtains, lotion splattered all over the floor and jeans, jeans that I was still wearing and my cock sticking out from the zipper, which was not at all that comfortable. I unbuttoned them and let them drop and grabbed a rag. I cleaned as best as I could and regrettably there was still little dark spots that I assumed were just going to be stains, but I was fairly confident I could play it off as stains from spilt food or something. I picked up my phone from the ground and saw that I had a million missed texts from Nolan, my best friend. Oops totally forgot we were supposed to go out that night. Oh well he’d get over it and really the show I got from Emily was well worth it.
After a brutal week at work Rara knew she had to do something nice for herself. She deserved it after working this hard, and she truly did need something to help her de-stress, and unwind that Friday afternoon. She booked a massage on her phone before she left work, and counted down until the end of the day. At five o’ clock sharp, she gathered her things quickly, and made her way to the mall, parked in the parking garage, and made her way into the massage therapy center on the second level. “Have a seat right over there. Damien will be out for you shortly.” Said the cute, teenage receptionist behind the front desk. Rara sat in one of the soft, modern lounge chairs and let her mind relax and wander, listening to the dreamy New-Age music playing over the stereo. The smells of lavender, and other essential oils had already had an effect in relaxing her. Anything would, really after the week she’d had.
This story is a work of fiction. All characters are over the age of 18. The brother character is 24 and the sister character is 19.
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It was Christmas time. My plane landed, I got my bags from the carousel and then I sat down and finally took my phone off Airplane mood. Most people do this as soon as the plane is in the port. I like to wait until I have all my possessions and I can sit down. So, the only thing I have to worry about is my phone.
I turn it on and immediately it fills with notifications. I close my eyes and count thirty seconds and then look them over. Most of it junk notifications from apps. I dismiss those. I look over for the notification I want to see: A message from my ex-girlfriend, Hailey, but of course, it isn’t there. Why would it be? There are several from my sister Amanda.
Amanda: Ok I’m here tell me when you’re here.
Amanda: I’m parked outside
Amanda: Where are you??? You said your flight came in at 8pm
After some encouragement from a fellow Redditor I decided to
write about my past sex experiences during my “slutty phase”. When I was younger,
I had a lot of fun and luckily no regrets. This is long so….
So, when I was 21 my then fiance and I ended our engagement.
We had been together for 2 years and was only the 2nd guy I had ever
been with. I needed a place to live and I didn’t want a roommate so I took to
Craigslist to look for a place. After responding to several ads I noticed the “Casual
Encounters” section. No idea what it was about but I looked at several of them
and was intrigued. A week or so later after looking at places and answering apartment
ads I took another look at the CE section again and it had my mind racing
around a bit. It had been a while since I had sex and I was feeling it and
masterbating wasn’t doing it anymore.
I found an ad from an older guy that was in town on business
and …. well, you know. I replied to his ad and after a couple of emails we
moved it to Yahoo chat. He was coming to town in a few days and staying
downtown in a very nice hotel. We chatted for about a week and exchanged pictures.
He was 45, in great shape and he eventually divulged that he was married. At first,
I was a little mad but we had such good conversations, tons of flirting that I
told myself that would be his problem not mine. I’d never ever been with an
older man (at this point) and always had a fantasy about it. After chatting
more, him being married was also a kinky turn on for me.
The evening came for our date and we had plans that I would
meet him at a nice restaurant. I wore a short black skirt, pink thong, a black see-through
lace bra and a very low-cut blouse to show my 34C tits. I walked in and he was
at the bar waiting. He looked hot as fuck. He looked like Leo in Wolf of Wall
Street and was a lot hotter in person than in his pictures. He was taller than
I thought but I’m only 5’5” so it’s not that hard. Dinner was great and the
conversation seemed easy just like our chats. We went back to the hotel lobby
bar and had a few more drinks. The flirting started heavy and he was a charmer.
I got the feeling that this was not his first time playing while out of town.
He could tell I was a little nervous but he kissed me and my apprehension
melted. We kissed again and it made me wet. He could tell and suggested we move
it to his room.
When we got in, he poured us a drink from the mini bar and
we both slammed them down and got to it. In no time I was on my back and his mouth
was between my legs. Among the things I learned that night was that I love what
is referred to as a “praise kink”. He was a vocal one too. He was telling me
how much he loved how I tasted. He loved that I shaved my pussy down to a
little strip on top. I had never had anyone do that before and I melted me. I
had my first orgasm of the night…and I was his. He definitely knew how to lick
pussy. Perfect amount of licking, sucking and fingering. He did it like he
needed it. I was learning why one of my friends swore by older men.
After another orgasm I got on my shaking knees and took his
cock out. It was beautiful. It was the perfect amount of thick and long but not
too long. I don’t know the exact length but my 7” dildo reminds me of it. I
have always loved sucking a man’s dick. I have an oral fetish and just always
loved having it in my mouth. He was telling me how good I felt and he was
impressed that I could take it all the way into my throat. He let out several “Oh
fuck!”s. His hand on my head and grabbed my hair guiding my mouth up and down
his thick shaft. I couldn’t help but moan. I asked if his wife was this good at
it and he said “hell no” which I didn’t care if he was lying or not, I loved
it.
After several minutes I was ready and told him to fuck me.
He asked “How do you want it?” to which I replied “However you want.” We had talked
about it before and he knew exactly what the what I liked and wanted to do. He
grabbed me by my face and lifted me off of my knees, took my top off and undid
my bra. His hands all over me and I loved it. He loved playing with my tits and
nipples as did I. He had strong hands and knew exactly what to do with them. He
commented on how much he loved my body and kissed me all over. And then, he
took me over to the table in front of the mirror, bent me over and slowly stuck
his cock inside of me. I was tight and it took a little bit to get it all in
even though I was soaking wet. I didn’t really notice the mirror at first as I
was just enjoying him taking me. I had never been fucked like this before. He
kept calling me “good girl”, “bad girl”, “dirty girl” and I loved it all. Spanking
my ass. Then he noticed my head was down the whole time and then he grabbed my
hair and made me look at us fucking in the mirror. It was incredible. This hot
married fucking me and my tits swinging back and forth with him pounding me
from behind. I reached down and started rubbing my clit and I came almost
instantly.
He grabbed me and threw me on the bed and deftly moved me on
top of him. I got on top and rode and grinding on his cock. His hands were all
over me, grabbing my tits, my ass, lightly choking me, sticking his finger in
my mouth and telling me to suck on it like I did his cock. I was losing myself.
Who int the fuck is this guy? And how did he get so good at fucking?
He pulled me down and whispered in my ear to tell him when I
was going to cum. Whispering how good my pussy felt and how wet I was. I told
him I was ready to cum and when I started, he slid a finger in my ass. I wasn’t
expecting that at all and had never had it done. At this point this man could’ve
done anything to me and I would’ve let him. He said he was going to cum and asked
where I wanted it. He said he wanted it on my face. He flipped me over, put his
cock over my face and cam all over it. At this time, I’d never seen a guy cum
this much. It was all over and got into my mouth, neck and tits. I ended up
swallowing some if it as well. I’d always loved swallowing. Still do.
We laid in bed for a while and we took a shower together. I hadn’t
moved into my own place yet and I couldn’t go back with cum all over me. We kissed
in the shower and I ended up sucking his cock more and he came again in the
shower and I swallowed him, though it wasn’t was much as before.
He walked me to my car and kissed me good bye. When I got home,
he had sent me a Yahoo chat about how much he loved fucking me and I told him I
loved his cock.
He came back to town a 2 more times in about 6 months and we
met up and fucked both times. This was the start of my realization that I loved
fucking older married men. Don’t judge :)
Valerie knocked on Mona’s door. She wore a comfy shirt and booty shorts and had her camera gear with her. Mona answered the door wearing her bathrobe and hugged her friend. The two walked inside and shut the door behind them.
Valerie sat up her gear and Mona sat down on the couch.”Thank you so much for helping me out babe, it’s not easy to do this alone.” Mona said.
“It’s no problem hun,”Valerie said, looking up from the camera, “I’m happy to help you in any way I can.”
Mona touched up her makeup while Val adjusted the lights. Valerie didn’t notice Mona dropping her robe to the floor. She stood there in a black thong and see through bra. Her nipple piercings shining through the material. Valerie kept her face neutral, but her pussy began to drip.
Valerie took her shots, kept adjusting the camera to get the right angles. Mona posed and flirted with Valerie through the camera. Val was getting hot, but kept it professional. She knew what Mona was trying to do, and it was working, but Valerie also really liked taking the photos.
So my bf is awesome and I rlly love him but sometimes when I drink I get a bit toooo horny and im not able to control my urges. Last night I went out for a drink with some of my co workers and one thing led to another and I ended up going back to my one realllllyyyy hot coworkers house afterwords. I pretty much let him use me and tbh the naughtiness of the situation just made me so fucking horny and I did things that I would never do with my bf. He ended up cumming in me and I went home right after.
The crazy part is that right when I got home afterwords, before I could shower or anything, my bf wanted to fuck and tbh I was still kinda horny so I let him. My pussy was still kinda creamy from my coworker, and my bf didn’t even notice rlly. I mean he commented on how wet I was, but he didn’t realize it was another guys cum inside of me.