A Stroke Story [Mast] [MF]

**NOTE:** Quite literally what the title says. A guy and his friend get off together… but with a twist.

A fork in the road divided the path of friendship between Zach and Jacki. In the silence of the living room, they were about to make a choice, a decision that would change things between them forever. They could talk about it, take a breather to asses and then pick the path they wanted. But that sort of thinking and planning never suited them. Zach and Jacki tended to jump into the pool before ever checking the temperature. However, looking closely enough, Zach always launched off the edge first — so it made sense that in this moment, he took the first step leading them down this new path.

“Go ahead and stroke it,” he said, his eyes on the stunning redhead next to him. “It’s okay.”

Jacki swallowed heavily and then nodded. Her hand encircled the thick shaft and pumped up and down its length. Her movements started slow and deliberate as she worked the half-hard member up to its full size and erection, picking up speed the more it stiffened and grew. Eventually, she reached a quick and steady pace and moaned again, a gooey drop of precum dripping from the stiff member’s slitted tip onto the floor.

The Dirty old neighbour, [part 1]

So we moved into a new house recently in a very nice and pretty posh neighbourhood,
Everyone was very friendly but one man in particular was overly friendly, he lived 2 doors down from us but he was always calling over unannounced, I do a lot of work on an old car in the garage so he would always drop by to chat, I didn’t mind too much as he was retired and his wife spent most her time with a sick family member.

My girlfriend would always offer him a coffee or a beer, when the weather got a little colder she would invite him inside for a hot beverage.
One night me and my girlfriend were chatting, she told me she thought something odd was happening, she continued to tell me that she thought some of her panties were missing and she has a suspicion that it was John (the old neighbour) as he was the only one who is usually in the house.
She came up with a plan to confirm her suspicions, when she was putting her dirty clothes in the clothes hamper she left the panties she had worn the night before on top of the pile, white silky pair with lace outer trim.

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feeling the soft spongy texture at the end of my fingers. “One more” I thought as they slipped back down towards her lips. Back down towards the exit back into the world of light! With my next thrust, the impact not perfect butt enough to get that tightening feeling of an orgasm.
My hips trembled as they continued to jack my cock deep in Mila’s throat. As she sucked on my dick I could feel her wetness. I could see her creaminess as the last impact had sent goosebumps up her pelvis. Now it was my turn. As my hand dropped! Lifting it just as quick. Torturing her g-spot with every move. Torturing my own piece of mind with every thrust into the beautiful mouth of hers.
“I want to hear you moan” my whispers did not go unnoticed. From the shiver to the roll of stomach muscles. From the extra practical squirting to the tightening of that fucking hole I knew that something right was happening.

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“If I can hear myself think then the music is too soft” Diana managed to spit out. Shaking her head as she eyes me, the bartender.
“You should just reign it back just a little before I have to charge you for a room as well.” I mentioned while drying the next glass that I plucked out of the dishwasher. Placing the glass on its rim and seizing the next.

Rhythm of lust [mf]

The warm lips on her neck were curiously welcome; there was a languorous stupor that was stealing over her body, and she felt warmth flow from his lips’ light caress into her body like a slowly surging, tingling hot tide. The beat of the music fused with this creeping warmth, her heart matched the sensual rhythm drumming the dance floor and her eyes closed to embrace the new sensations swirling within her flesh. She could hear him whispering in her ear, felt his scent-laden body pressing against hers, felt the hands slide onto her hips, somehow effortlessly beneath her loose top, encircling her gyrating belly. The sudden irrationality of the moment seemed vaporous, as though a dream. She felt her blood pound through her veins, overwhelming her mind, flowing into parts of her moving body that swelled softly in anticipation. The lips were on her naked throat again, but this time a wet tongue swirled against her flesh. A soundless moan escaped her lips as they fell open a fraction of an inch, her body pressing back against his, writhing to the insistent beat of the drums. Other bodies beat against them on the floor, the music drowned his whispers and her moans. The hands around her waist were moving upward, sure and uninhibited, and she sucked in her breath momentarily as they glided warmly over her breasts as if the verify the state of her hardened, aching nipples through the lacy fabric. She pressed more deeply into his hard body, yielding instantly even as her mind stumbled to assert itself. “This is not good; this is not good; this is . . . this is . . . this. . .” it murmured, melting.

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[M45] First thoughts on waking

On the edge of waking, I sense the familiar feeling, I’ve started a stretch without even realising.

In the still sleepy warmth I run a hand down from my chest over my stomach, to grasp at the hardening between my legs – you have been in my head, your voice, your body, all of you – starting to replay your stories, I want to think about your mouth around me, hearing your fingers taking that exploratory feel inside yourself and coming out coated, the brushing of fabric as you pulled your panties to the side – the moan you made when you touched yourself will be in my head for days.

With eyes closed, and semi hard I stroke, slowly, insistently, starting at the base and stopping when my hand reaches the head. Thinking, thinking, thinking…black yoga pants, you on your back…..bending you over, licking you like that…..tapping on your clit with my now swollen glans….grabbing your hips and nudging you open as I slide inch by inch inside…oh my god it goes on and on.

So rigid with lust for you that it’s obscene at this hour, I make myself stop…and wait

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The first time [anal] [F32, M37]

I don’t recall when or how it was first brought up. The messages between us in those early days made it quite clear that nothing was off the table. When it came to anal sex, it was something we both admitted we were keen to try, but I didn’t know that was in today’s plans when I left my house to meet you.

(Fully formatted story can be found on my website [here](https://sextoyreviews.uk/the-first-time/) but I wanted to share this one as I really enjoyed writing it…).

I arrive at the hotel.
You’re already there; you’ve checked in, and you tell me to come directly to your room where you’re waiting for me. To prove it, you’ve send me a picture of your erect cock. So perfect, and all for me. A shiver of lust goes down my spine.

As you open the door, I can feel my heart thumping, caused by a mixture of nerves and arousal. Our meetings have always left me satisfied, but wanting more of you.

You don’t even kiss me hello, but instead lead me straight to the bed and sit down. You have a plan.

[MMF][Anal,dubcon,noncon] Intruders

All characters are over the age of 18. This is a work of fiction.

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The first time it happened I had been drinking. It was late and most everyone had left. I remember I was on the couch and I was trying to figure out how to get up. The images are all jumbled together because of the alcohol.

I remember him touching me and him unbuttoning my blouse. I remember seeing his penis. It feels like a movie where most of the frames are missing. But I remember seeing his penis and remembering him moving my head toward it.

I remember being in my bed later and him standing over him.

I woke up the next morning naked in my bed, dehydrated and hung over, and slowly put the pieces together of what happened the night before. I saw him at breakfast the next morning. He told me I got pretty smashed and asked me if I remembered anything. I lied and told him I didn’t.

The second time it happened I was woken up by loud footsteps in the hallway. I didn’t do any drinking this time and I retired early.

My fiancé broke her.

So my fiancé and I like to play around and sometimes involve another woman on out sexual adventures. This weekend I think we got a lil carried away. We picked up a young girl at the bar Saturday night. She was petite. About 5’2”. Maybe 95 pounds. Had a really nice shape to her and not much for tits. That ass thought. Well. I was jealous to say the least. Her face was flawless. Pale skin and smooth as silk. We bought her 2 drinks and told her what we had planned for the evening. She was all aboard and couldn’t stop asking when we were gonna head out. Almost too eager.

Well about an hour after we met her. We headed out to Pauls place. There we sat on the couch and just starting kissing. Me and her and Paul was watching. Telling her to do things to me. That’s how my clothes came off. Though I wasn’t wearing much to begin with and hers came off the same way.

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My fiancé broke her Pt. 2

She did the same as me like a good girl. Ass to the ledge and legs up. Ready to receive him. He moved to her. And began to rub his dick on her pussy. He started to push it into her and the look on her face was seeming to be pleasure pain and excitement. She whimpered and said. It’s too big. He eased off. Teasing her more. He began to push it into her again. I kissed her and told her to relax. Caressing her face. You could see discomfort. This happened several times and he got closer to in her every time and she showed more discomfort but she was a trooper. He was being so patient and gentle with her.

I asked her if she was ready to let him in and she nodded yes and whimpered. Mmhmm. Paul say this and asked if she wanted it in her regardless. She was anxious and nervous but told him she wanted to feel it I her. I kissed and held her. I told her this may hurt. She whimpered uh huh.