My Dream [D/s] [Femdom] [msub] [GFD] [Tease and Denial] [Edging] [Handjob]

It was morning. I was still asleep in my hotel bed when she used her room key to secretly enter. She quietly made her way across the dimly lit room to the side of the bed where she turned on the bedside lamp and kissed me to wake me. She then slowly pulled down the covers revealing my naked body and already hard cock.

She then hopped onto the bed, sat up next to me and started to lightly stroke up and down my body with her finger tips, slowly and sensually. Lightly tickling and teasing me. Playing me like a musical instrument and making me shiver from her touch.

She started to alternate between light touches and light scratches. With her other hand, she started lightly scratching and stroking the back of my neck and my ear. At the same time, she started to dig her nails in further and harder with the opposite hand.

All the while she is sitting calmly next to me. Watching intently, reading my body and soaking it in while she teases, scratches and toys with me. She knows just how to make me shiver, jump, and shake!

I need my Daddy. (M/f) (oral) (fingering)(making the fuck out)

Daddy Long Legs.

I have a problem and I need your help solving it.

Daddy, will you help me? Please?

I’m so desperate. I’ve looked high and low. Left and right and you’re the only one who seems like he is worthy of helping me.

You. With those long fucking legs and those whirring eyes. You. I need you. I want you and only you, Daddy.

See, my pussy is so fucking wet that the crotch of my panties are soaked. See? My fingers are completely dripping. And there’s this tickle I can’t describe. It’s so intense, Daddy. Help me.

It’s throbbing for you, Daddy. I was hoping that I might convince you to taste it. Maybe suck it a little. I think you’d like it. I tasted myself just now and I think you might enjoy some time with it.

Would you like that, Daddy? Would you like to help me? I want you to make me cum.

Put your lips on my clit and pull gently. Insert those gorgeous hands into my warm wet cunt and scratch this itch. I feel like I’m going to die unless you make me cum. It’s urgent. Please. Please.

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Turned into a Demon’s Toy

*Short little story, heavy on the cum, hehe. Starts halfway through the action to get to the good stuff ;)*

He begins to speed up, ten-inch cock pounding into you. Your ass is gaping, and his cock is only getting thicker, the midsection swelling, the mushroom head thickening, the base widening. You let out a whine and he laughs.

“Thought this is what you wanted?” His deep voice rolls through you, “A big, strong, demon to fucking ruin you.”

He wraps one arm under your waist and pulls you up into him, your ass aching, bruising, from the relentless fucking. With every thrust his balls churn and grow, almost the size of grapefruits now, slap hard against your own. You try and respond but all you can get out is a horny grunt. You feel his cock tense and shoot another rope of inhumanly hot precum into you, almost burning your insides. He smirks, panting, and bends to kiss your shoulder. Standing at almost ten feet tall it’s awkward but he’s remarkably flexible. First, he kisses it gently before you hear a growling chuckle, he bares his teeth and bites down, almost breaking the skin. Your body tenses and you let out a whine and he growls into you.

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A mysterious room in Mr. Wonka’s basement.

We had been on the tour now for about twenty minutes, and I was so bored. My kid was blown away by the place, of course, but I’d seen it, before. I’d seen it a few too many times. The chocolate river, the lick-able wallpaper room, the fizzy lifting-drink room, the fear tunnel… It was all too familiar and I felt bored and uncomfortable.

We passed a door that had a sign on it that said “WARNING: DO NOT EVER ENTER – Only Oompa Loompas beyond this point.” Mr. Wonka said, “Now children, signs are important, and if a sign says something, you should probably listen to it. *That sign* is certainly no exception.”

I heard his words, but I was filled with an insatiable curiosity. Although I’d been in this factory through-and-through many times before, I had never noticed this particular door. Now, my attention had been brought to it, and my curiosity simply *had* to be sated.

I stayed to the back of the pack, and got myself lost at the next corner. The group moved on without me, distracted by all the sweet sight-seeing, and no one noticed the middle-aged father disappearing from the group. I walked back and quietly let myself into the forbidden door, greeted by a staircase down into the basement.

Mother-Cucker! (Part 3) [femdom] [ff4m]

“You want some more pussy, boy?” Mistress Faye’s words echoed through my head as the older redhead lady led me by the hand to a back bedroom.

We were both completely naked, but the hallway was dark, the room even darker. The tile floor, cold under my feet, switched to carpet as she pulled me into the room.

I let her guide me, still unable to see a thing. The room smelled faintly of incense, and, for a moment, I had the vague impression that I was being lured into a dragon’s lair. Maybe it was a premonition of things to come.

Mistress Faye stopped suddenly, and my body found hers, the nakedness of our bodies becoming quite apparent as my dick collided with her ass, both soft and firm against my groin. She turned to face me, the exquisite feel of her breasts pressing firmly to my chest taking my breath away. Her mouth found mine, her tongue darting in and out of my lips. I moaned against her, and she steered me around, pressing me down onto a bed.

A Naughty Milf, who is a naughty prick teaser

I’m a very happily married Milf (f52) who is often mistaken for a woman in her late 30s. I’ve been blessed with good looks, a slim body, nice ass, and youthfulness, and I actively seek the attention of men regardless of age, race, or their looks. And I mean actively seek as in every day.

Whether compensating for my increasing age, a milf who wants sexual approval from other men, or simply to flaunt my goodies, I love men staring at my cameltoe when wearing the extra small leggings I buy on purpose because of how much they part my pussy lips. For the men who don’t care that I know they are staring between my legs, I treat them to a leg crossover that accentuates the view of my pussy. I think I do it innocently enough but I do it a lot. This is a weekly item, sometimes almost daily, given how often I wear leggings (or tights that I pretend are leggings).

Bigger, Better and Wetter (MF) (BBW) (Creampie) (Oral)

I’m not a man that asks for much. I love my steak medium-rare. I like my music loud with the bass up. I like my women big and curvy.

Initially, I thought double D’s and soft, plump asses were just some phase or fetish I was into. Yet, the more my friends talked about their types, the more sure about my own preferences I became.

They preferred tall, think, shapely ass and perky tits. A flat tummy and slender legs. Essentially, their dicks perked up at a carbon copy of what a traditional supermodel is supposed to look like. Don’t get me wrong, I could certainly appreciate the work required to maintain a slender figure and a tight tummy. It just wasn’t for *me*.

I try telling them big girls are wetter, kinkier, and the blowjobs are to die for. While my friends are begging the “hottest” chicks across campus to text them back, I’m busy having the best sex of my life. Ah well, more for me.

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