(MF) Breeding and Camping with an age difference

“We’ll never be able to return to camp in this snow and at this hour. We’ll have to hide out for at least tonight.” In a rush to get inside our sleeping bags and escape the cold, we quickly erect our tiny shelter. Kyle and his girlfriend are having a difficult time.He and I are the only ones present, rekindling our friendship after a few years apart. She was meant to be here with us. He is 31 and estranged. I’m still in school and ten years younger. Since I last saw him, he has grown taller and stronger.

As we take off our clothes that night to go to bed, we shiver. I can’t help but pay attention to the way his silky hair peeks out from under the collar of his plaid shirt and how his Adam’s apple enlarges as he swallows. I found myself picturing his beard’s bristles rubbing across my flesh. As I strip off everything but my tank top and panties, I catch him taking notice of my athletic body, red lips, prominent collarbones, beautiful skin, and flawless breasts. He casts a quick peek at my long, lean legs before saying calmly, “I think we should share a sleeping bag tonight. We can keep each other warm, it’s all right.”

The morning after [DaddyM39/DaughterF18]

The sun coming through the window wakes me, my dreams flashing though my mind and then gone just as quick, did last night really happen or was it my desperate imagination seeking to release my inner ambitions.

Rolling my naked dad bod over in bed, my morning glory as hard and as free as ever. The covers kicked off sometime during the night. The realisation of my actions start haunting me, but deep down I know what I hope for. The beautiful body of my daughter that I crave to see is no where to be found.

The night before starts to fill my head. Fantasy had been turned to reality, my daughter had seduced me, a flood of guilt runs through my veins. I’m supposed to be her father and she made me her “daddy.”

As hard as I struggled to make sense of everything, and tried to find the words for the inevitable conversation that was absolutely coming, but my perverted deviant mind keep coming back to one thing.

Love giving road head

I was riding in my friend Jakes car to go visit some other friends of ours at a different school like an hour away. We were joking around talking about people we’d hooked up with and he said he’d heard I was really good at sucking dick. I had been getting horny so idk I kinda just blurted out “I guess I’d have to show you” half jokingly but he called my bluff and took his cock out. I spent the rest of the ride happily sucking him off and edging him every time he got close so that I could suck it for longer. It wasn’t my first time sucking dick in a car but I realized I really love giving road head for a couple reasons:

I love how exposed it is like yes there’s a little privacy in the car but really anyone could look in the window and see my head bobbing up and down in his lap

I also really love the feeling of putting my life in his hands like yes driving is already inherently dangerous but it feels so much riskier when he’s in my throat and I can’t see out the window at what’s happening, especially when he really starts moaning and squirming and I know he’s super distracted

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A BBC’s Adventure In BBWS: Episode 1 cont…[Non-Fiction] [M4F]

…The water was warm as we slide into the pool. We startes kissing and rubbing one another down. My cock rubbing against her pussy lips felt so good in that water.

At this point, I have to admit something. I had never given oral before. It’s something i wasn’t quite sure about. For some reason though, I felt a need to try. I told her to sit up one the edge of the pool. I states kissing her thighs and worked my way towards her pussy lips.

I started licking in circles with my tongue. As she got wetter and wetter, her smell was so arousing. I was as a glutton coming off of a fast. I was enjoying myself so much and hearing her moans and feeling her quiver…fucking amazing.

Once she came, she asked if I had done that before. I told her no…guess I was just enjoying myself. From the pool we headed straight to her bedroom.

I was so hard and we were both so wet that my cock slide right inside. Her pussy was so warm and wet, and seeing her ass in my face was such a turn on. I could tell she needed a good fuck. As I started stroking back and forth, a silly grin came on her face. She couldn’t even talk.

27 [M4F] Don’t judge but I have a fetish for liberal women.

As strange as this may sound, I have a fetish for liberal women. I’m a conservative man, but I guess opposites attract. I just recently discovered this fetish a few months ago.

I’m definitely not a liberal, but I do admire the passion and empowerment. I have to admit I like seeing the loud liberal women screaming at marches. I especially love the tattoos and piercings.

I like the idea of you wanting me even if you can’t stand me ideologically. We can argue or just have fun. Either way, it will be fun.
Definitely hit me up if you’re interested.

Maybe you like the idea of fucking while I’m wearing a MAGA hat. Maybe you want to me fucked in front of my gun collection. Maybe you want to shout me down at a march or protest and then hate fuck later on. There’s plenty of hot scenarios.

It doesn’t matter where you’re from. You can be from the United States or a different country. I just want to talk to you and hear what you have to say. What are you into and what kind of fun could we have?

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Hotwife Stepmother

She swore that if he passed
with all A’s that he would get a special reward specifically from her. He didn’t know what that was but I did. She being My Queen I couldn’t argue with her, of course I couldn’t give a son anything else that I’m more proud of giving. When it came down to that moment I made sure he had some liquid nerve and was very sure of himself to be able to handle his stepmom!
So shortly before she revealed her amazing Hotwife gift I gave him a couple of shots and to chase down the blue pills! I made sure he just started buzzing and told him how special her reward was! He has always had a crush on her and all his friends called her an absolute milf they would give they’re left nut for , So I figured she would be well received.

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Her Husband’s Secret Pleasure [M50/F30/M42] [Oral Sex]

“Go on…suck it baby.”

She looked over at her husband. He was holding his phone up and recording.

“Go ahead and put it in your mouth. Doesn’t it look yummy, baby?”

She nodded at him. Then she looked up at the man standing by the side of the bed she and her husband were laying on. He smiled down at her and held out his cock. She was laying slightly on her side with nothing but her panties on.

“Take his cock baby…put it in your mouth. Show him how good you sick dick, okay? I told him my little slut sucks dick so good. Show him now.”

She moved over so the man’s cock would be more level to her mouth. He rubbed his cock across her lips and moved it to part her lips just a tiny bit. Her pussy throbbed and she opened her mouth so suck him in. It was just a good enough size for her to comfortably work on it. She pushed it into he mouth as far as she could. She heard him moan. That was her cure to work on it faster.

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After you left (MF)

I’m still thinking of you, even though you left. I’m still thrilled by our brief conversation, our connection, even though his arrival broke it so suddenly. I’m still imagining you, even after the lift doors close behind you both and whisk you upwards. And if this hasn’t happened, something’s wrong

If he hasn’t made you swoon a little, then he’s doing it wrong

If he hasn’t made you flush and flutter, he’s doing it wrong

If he hasn’t kissed you with such intention that you are pressing yourself into him as the lift takes you to your floor, he’s doing it wrong

If your breathing hasn’t quickened, he’s doing it wrong

If you aren’t rushing and fumbling to get your door open, he’s doing it wrong

If you aren’t lifting your dress as you lead him inside, he’s doing it wrong

If you aren’t craving for his touch to return, he’s doing it wrong

If you can’t feel his lips roaming your skin, he’s doing it wrong

If you can’t feel his fingers caressing your clitoris, he’s doing it wrong

If you aren’t so wet that he can’t slide his full length into you, he’s doing it wrong

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My first ever experience with humiliation

So this happened in December last year when I was in college hostel. I had to visit college to give my exams after COVID restrictions were relaxed. I use to stay alone in my hostel room. One day I met this mistress online who used me ruthlessly and this was the first time I got humiliated and enjyoed it.

So it happened like this, when I started talking to her, I expressed my kinks and limits and based on those she added me back on kik. Her first ever instruction was to shoot a stripping video. I stripped, shakes my ass, squeezed my sissy boobs and cock. Believe me I was leaking precum while doing it.

After that she instructed to tie my cock and balls tight enough so that I constantly feel the bondage and pain. Nextly, I was instructed to write Humiliating things on my body with marker. Luckily I stole marker from my college. I wrote “whore” on my face with “O” being my mouth, “sextoy” on chest, “Humiliate me” on my stomach. Precum leaks were dripping on my floor.

The Rebis Inn part 2: The Sauna [Gender swap][FFMM]

(Consider this part two for my previous post regarding the Rebis Inn, where your gender is what you decide~)

After such the exciting welcome, it was time to actually leave my room and introduce “Megan” to the world. At least this isolated shard of it. I found that once again my heart was thrumming with anxiety. With a deep breath, I imagined myself back in the board rooms and convention halls I was so often pitching in. It was oddly relaxing, like the whole “imagine them in their underwear” trick. I wasn’t exactly a hard sell either, given the changes that occurred and tight bikini I ordered. My pert nipples looking like they wanted to bore straight through the fabric with how hard they were. “I’m still in control. You got this, man.” I told myself before opening the suite door. The hall was empty, this was a fine start. I closed the door behind me and began the long walk down and out towards the hot springs Kurt pointed out.