She walked by in her little frilly skirt and halter and I knew we were going to talk…if not more. She sat with an older lady who was very attractive and classy. She was the foil to her conservative sword as she was young, flirty, and very assertive. She headed to the bar but stopped by my table on the way.
“They won’t let you dance?” She asked
I laughed, “Don’t want to cramp my daughter’s style.”
She smiled and headed to the bar. I looked back at her friend and saw she was very interested in our interactions. I headed back to my room alone that night hoping to see them again.
A couple of days later, I see them in another place and again, little miss flirty, makes a beeline to me. This time she sits beside me.
“No daughter tonight?”
“No, she is hanging with her new friends tonight. ” I smiled in reply.
“Come, hang with us.” She requested
I joined the two and we chatted about nothing and everything. I really wanted to get her friend alone but wasn’t expecting it.
“Come back to our room for a drink?” Flirty asked
We quickly made our way to their suit. As soon as the door closed, Ms flirty was in my face kissing me like her life depended on it. I went with the flow and kissed her back. Her nipples poked through her shirt and let me know she wanted this to progress. I looked to her friend to she her robbing her breasts as she watched us. I grabbed ms flirty and turned her to her friend for a better view. I caressed and gently tugged her nipples as her friend did the same. I slid my hands down her body and her friend copied my every move. I moved us closer so they were almost touching. My hand slid to Ms flirty’s waist and I unbuttoned her jeans. Ms conservative matched me again. I reached over and slipped my.hand behind Ms conservative’s neck and pulled her closer. As I did Ms flirty gave her a long, deep, kiss. I followed up with the same. Both of them began to moan as I worked my hand between Ms flirty’s legs and Ms conservative again followed my lead. I moved from behind to the side and replaced her hand with mine as we all began to trade kisses. My fingers explored both of their dripping wetness and circled there clits. Both of them began pinching the other’s nipples and rubbing my cock. I knew I would soon be out of control if I didn’t do something. So, I stopped and began to re.over their clothes. Jeans, t-shirt, and tennis shoes followed by dress slacks, button front shirt, and heels hit the ground. Thigh high stockings and a shelf bra met my eyes along with perfectly trimmed landing strips. I slipped the bra off but left the stockings and took the by the hand leading them to the bed. They made quick work of removing my clothes, stopping to kiss, caress, and nibble everywhere they exposed.
“I normally just watch, but not this time!” exclaimed Ms conservative.
I kissed her deeply as flirty engulfed my cock. Kissing her way down and pushing me on my back, she joined her friend and they both licked and sucked me. Stopping to kiss each other as they did. My hands resumed their explorations. Fingers sliding deep inside inciting moans and even more wetness. Both of them pumping back on my fingers soon had them close. I moved my fingers to their clits and increased the speed. They soon forgot about me and rode their way to an amazing climax. Flirty pushed me down and straddled my head facing my cock, which she took in her hands as conservative straddled my hips. Flirty guided my hard throbbing shaft deep inside conservative and kissed her as she impaled herself. I jammed my tongue deep into flirty’s wet pussy and began to lick, suck and nibble her. In no time, both if the again exploded. I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer as they switched places. I tasted conservative as flirty rode me hard. Faster and harder she plunged down and slide up. I let them know I was close and conservative ground her pussy on my face and began to chant…”Cum in that sweet pussy, fill her full of your sperm!” Over and over. I tried to pull out but conservative pushed my hips down and flirty’s shoulders down ensuring that I would indeed fill her full. I tried to hold on but I could feel the freight train rushing up my shaft. I arched my back lifting flirty off the bed as I filled her tight little pussy full and conservative exploded on my face drenching me in her juices. They both fell to the side and conservative quickly engulfed flirty’s pussy sucking my cum from her. At this point, I wasn’t even able to move having exploded as hard as I did but I enjoyed the show. They both began to cuddle and kiss sharing my cum mixed with flirty’s juices. After a few minutes, they looked at me and said “Thank you for making our honeymoon awesome! We wanted someone to join us for a threesome as part of it. You made our trip perfect. ”
“Wow, congratulations on your honeymoon. I am very happy you chose me to help fulfill your needs.”
Category: Erotica
Wine and swings. [MF, public, cheating]
The writer’s block had my fully in its grips, and my mood was somewhere south of cranky. I turned to my old reliable: Reddit sexiness. There was a hot blonde with the sexiest little tits and juiciest ass that I loved to chat with intermittently. We had exchanged pictures but I had no idea what her face looked like. All I knew was her body was spectacular and her pussy was pink and perfect. She told me she was in her late 30s, married, no kids. I got online to see if she posted anything new. Her go to was sundresses, flashing her tits and pussy in them.
To my pleasure she has posted a new picture, herself in sexy sundress covered in little sunflowers, with her perky tit exposed, nipple hard. She also posted her cute lacy, coral panties. I was about to comment on it when I saw something unbelievable in the background. She was outside in a large wooded yard, and I could see my own house in the background!!!
She wanted to watch.
A few years back I came out of the shower to find my wife sitting on our bed. She patted the bed and told me to come sit with her. I sat and she smiled and pushed me back so I was laying down. She reached over and wrapped her hand around my cock and started stroking it, gently. As I hardened and grew she put it in her mouth and continued stroking and sliding it in and out of her mouth. It was an exquisitely slow, gentle blow job / hand job.
“You like this?” she asked.
“God, yes. Please don’t stop” I was edging toward coming.
When she sensed I was getting very close she took it out of her mouth and gripped it a little tighter with her hand, stroking faster and along the whole length of my shaft. I was moaning a bit and thrusting my hips in time with her strokes. her other hand found my balls and started squeezing and massaging them.
I glance down at her and see she has my cock pointed straight up at the ceiling and all of her focus is on it, she is staring intently at it as she grips it even tighter. I need to come so bad.
The Farm Life (Part 15) [NB][Hucow][Gangbang][DP]
Alex awoke in the darkness of their room, there was a soft mechanical noise filling the room. They stretched and looked down, their breasts were hooked up to some pumps, having obviously emptied Alex’s breasts of milk while Alex was out, they sucked lightly on their nipples now.
Further past that their belly was distending with another pregnancy again. They could feel the familiar fire of lust building in their belly as their body enjoyed the soft sucking motion of the pumps.
The door to the room popped open and Britney walked in. “Oh!” She exclaimed seeing Alex awake, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were awake! I was coming to retrieve the milking machine!”
Alex sat up, smiling at Britney, “Come on in!”
Britney nodded, and walked in, carefully removing the cups from Alex’s breasts and wrapping them around a small tank at the foot of the bed.
“Farmer Greg said you did a fantastic job! He didn’t want you to miss out on your day’s milkings so he had one of the portable pumps brought in for you.” Britney explained as she finished packing up the machine.
Crimson Lilabelle – The Bathhouse
Lilabelle is at one of the bathhouses that are outside Uptown.
Many have viewing rooms, where the filthy exploited lower class of the city can watch
its patrons dirty and clean themselves.
The wealthy elite of Uptown live in a dirt-free world, so the purpose of the paint
room is to simulate the feeling of being dirty and to increase the sense of satisfaction
after the cleaning.
Outside of Uptown, in The City, water is scarce, so scarce that the poor that live there have never cleaned themselves.
Lilabelle enjoyed watching the filth through the glass wall, enjoyed even more that the filth watched her as she slowly covered her body in deep and thick red paint.
Her hands roamed her naked body, coating every inch of it with the crimson. She stood beneath the pour, letting it splash against her chest as she worked it beneath the folds of soft skin under her breasts.
She sat down then and spread herself beneath the crimson. Facing the crowd of filthy on lookers, she lolled her head back, stretching her neck as the stream above her poured down between her breasts until it ran over her hairless navel and over her labia. She worked the paint into there too. Arousing herself as the gritty texture grazed against her clit and between her lips. She pushed the cold and quickly drying liquid into herself. She turned and raised her ass so the slow stream of crimson poured itself onto her tailbone. She moaned in pleasure as the crimson spread between her ass cheeks and felt its cold embrace on her asshole. The paint ran down her spine too, stopping at her neck and parting on either side to run along her delicate jawline before meeting again at her chin to drip on the floor. She balanced on one hand, and her other explored behind her where the crimson still fell upon her exposed ass. She coated her fingers in the crimson, before pushing the build up of coarse material into her asshole. She pushed deep. Up past her second knuckle, moaning again, and throbbing between her legs grew, as the drying and grainy paint scratched the inside of her anus. She could feel her skin prickly and tight, and the soft weight of the drying paint inside her cunt. Lastly, she stood, face first beneath the ever pouring crimson. Covering her face, and ears, until not an inch of her was not covered in it.
She stepped away then, eyes closed, feeling the dryness spread. She was caked in the stuff. Viscous rivulets of paint dripped from the erect nipples of her large breasts. She could feel every inch of herself as the scratchy coating tightened on her skin. Between her thighs, she could feel the crimson slowly drop from her pussy and asshole. She waited until the drips had stopped. She was in an ecstasy of sensitivity.
She opened her eyes now, a brilliant blue against the crimson paint. Painted cracked and fell around her eyelids in flakes as she opened them.
The paint continued to pour from the hermAphrodite statue’s cock, and she patted it in thanks, causing it to shut off again.
Walking to the door of the inner bathhouse she stopped for a second and smiled, then giggled. Many of the pitiful filth were rubbing their disgusting never washed hands on their cocks and pussy’s. As if those filthy genitals could even be compared to her and her fellow Uptowners. They barely qualified as genitals at all.
Pitiful globs of semen streaked the outside of the windows. Two men began trying to fuck one of the masturbating women beside them. A brawl was breaking out, a rape and an orgy. The tingling between her thighs grew. She loved driving these filthy subhumans into a frenzy. She was the god of lust, or at least she felt like one.
She turned then to go, bored of the sexual brawl. Her eyes were drawn briefly to a man. His penis wasn’t even out. He was ignoring the fighting and the raping. He was just staring at her, a look of disgust on his face. She loved it and smiled all the wider at him. The hateful ones we always the most fun to tease. She knew that he would do worse things to her than any of those other braindead spermatozoids. The thought, of getting really and truly filthy in a struggle with him brought her arousal to a fever pitch, but then she turned away. As much fun as it would be to tussle with the filth, they didn’t deserve her. They should be happy they even got to see her.
She walked gracefully as a panther through the automatic doors, into the inner bathhouse. She never cleaned herself in sight of the filth. They didn’t deserve it.
His Submission II
The room has the light of dusk due to blackout curtains and the soft glow of small electric lamps but he actually has no idea of what time it is. He is only aware that today and every day he belongs to Miss Doll.
He is bound with rope and bent forward unable to move his arms or legs, his head down and he is wearing a ball gag, the saliva is pouring from his mouth and he can feel it pooling under his mouth as it is pressed to the floor, making it just slightly hard to breath comfortably. His ass, her ass, is up in the air and her cock hangs caged and frustrated between his legs.
Miss Doll has him as she wants him, she is teasing along his body with her crop. He is just waiting for when she decides to use it properly on him, anticipating the sting and the pain. As it strokes along his body. He suddenly feels the intensity of a clothes peg being sprung onto his left nipple and biting into his tender pink flesh. Just as he begins to accept that as part of who he is now, a second peg is sprung onto his right nipple.
Her Submission II
The water from the shower was hot and tingled on her skin as it danced across its surface.
Her hands journeyed over her ample, pert breasts, feeling their form and weight and arousing her perky nipples.
She was cleaning herself as she would normally but taking her time to explore her body as he had instructed.
She ran her hands down over her stomach and teased herself a little by stroking the inside of her thighs before she eventually touched her pussy. She stroked it gently, just as she had been told.
Along the lips and with special attention to her clitoris. He’d been very direct in telling her not to push inside and to just gently stimulate herself for no more than five minutes. Mentally she was stimulated to the point of overload but she knew that she was only allowed to pleasure herself for a brief moment and just to a level of low, sensuous stimulation.
She stepped out of the shower onto the mat placed on the floor. The steam from the heat of the water hung in the air and clung to the mirror.
she takes control of sexy hunk she spots at a club
She stares at me as I take another sip of my whiskey – it burns the back of my throat, but I happen to like that burn. She stands at the base of the stairs, her brown hair slightly curled just above her shoulders, eyes dark, filled with anger and resentment – she hates every man walking into this place.
I smirk at her, but her smile grows wicked and sweet, luring me in. I look down her breasts barely held in by the small black dress, then down her small waist and curvy hips, the dress stops barely covering her thighs – toned and smooth. She is a fine woman I will not deny that, but I am not paying for sex – never have, never will.
She looks around the club as if scanning for enemies and makes her way towards me.
“Not paying for sex, baby.” I watch her lean in to grab the glass that has my whiskey in it, her perky breasts centimeters away from my face – fuck me, they are nice.
My Step Brother Ate Me Out! How did this happen??
(Tw: incest role play, underage sex & non consensual consent. this is not an account of actual events nor do I condone such activities irl)
I’m sitting in my room playing the Sims 4, which usually turns me on for some reason.. I mean who doesn’t like to have no strings attached sex with the neighbors? But I wouldn’t know anything about, sex.. When I hear footsteps outside my door, but they stop at the door.. who is that? “Dad?” I say. After I second I hear my step brother say, “no it’s just me, mom and dad went out to eat.. what are you doing?” He opens my door and peaks at my computer.
Embarrassed I pull away. “No.. nothing” I say blushing. Shit I hope he doesn’t notice that. But the sounds of Sims fucking is one that most nerds know.. I’m caught. He jumps on my bed “aw little sis, are you horny? Is that why you’re making your Sims fuck?” He laughs while he pats my thigh. I feel a burning under my skin everytime he gets near me.
The one that got away, first love reunited ❤️
I can hear you coming down the road… my stomach flip flops like I’m still 16. I swipe on my lip gloss and run downstairs to meet you, but my dad beat me outside. You two are looking at your car and I am standing on the porch laughing because somethings never change.
My parents think we’re just catching up, old times and reminiscing…just a couple of old friends.
We finally get in the car and you tear off making me scream and laugh, grabbing your leg. I turn up the radio and keep my hand on your thigh, running my nails along your leg. I’m in a sundress, but not much more…
My hand has found it’s way back over to my side of the car and unbuckled my seatbelt so I can get up on my knees. The straps have slipped off my shoulders and the skirt is bunched up on my thighs. I’m barely covered up when I lean over and kiss your neck, my hand starts working it’s way down. I love teasing you, taking my time- just sliding a finger or two over your hard dick…. Stroking and feeling it twitch against my hand. I lick your earlobe and give it a sharp bite.