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Seduced by my Stepdaughter [MF] [18+] [WMAF]

“Happy birthday, Viv,” I grin, snapping one last picture of my stepdaughter as she poses with her cupcake. She gives me a cute smile and blows out the ‘nineteen’ candle in its center, giggling as a round of applause erupts from nearby tables. There may be a storm outside, but here in the restaurant it’s cozy and cheerful as people clap along, joining in our little celebration.

“Thank youu,” she smiles shyly to the strangers, giving them a small wave. She’s so sweet and kind, it’s no wonder people like her everywhere we go. I sneak in another photo, suppressing a pang of regret – she just looks so much like her mother sometimes. It kills me every day that things didn’t work out between us, but at least I’ve got my Vivian again.

She looks back to me, her big brown almond-shaped eyes alight with excitement. A slender young woman of medium height, she wears her silky dark hair long, her bangs swept to the side, her features cute and petite from her Vietnamese heritage.

“Soo, what did you wish for?” I ask, leaning in. Read more »

Parent Teacher Conferences

I love my kids. I love my kids. I love my kids. I repeat that mantra as I rush home from work. Between rushing around to everything after work I never have time for myself and today was no different. Tonight was parent-teacher conferences and I already had a headache. My son, just like his father, was great at refusing to do anything besides play games. It was a struggle at home and has become a struggle at school.

His teacher, Mr. Anderson, and I have been in contact through email all semester. That should calm my nerves but I was still anxious about meeting him face to face and for him to tell me how shitty of a parent I was. I got home to find my son and his dad lounging on the couch playing games. I rushed around to make dinner and clean the house before quickly freshening up and running to the school.

I pulled into the parking lot of the school at 740. I had chosen the latest appointment time at 745 so I could manage to not have to rush around so much. I check myself in the car mirror as I take the keys out of the ignition. I had freshened up my makeup before leaving the house and still had my heels and dress on from work. I didn’t look nearly as frazzled as I felt. Read more »

We finally meet. [MF] [Romantic] [Female perspective]

She was so ready. After months of late night chats and calls, seeing his photos and hearing his sexy voice, she couldn’t be more ready. She had fantasized so many times about meeting him, and now it was finally going to happen.

The lights were dim in the hotel suite. It was a nice place, with a king-sized bed and a large jacuzzi tub. She had some music playing quietly. The room was slightly cool and smelled of her shampoo and perfume.

She checked the time on her phone again. He was a little late. She paced back and forth on the carpet at the foot of the bed, her fluffy pink robe tied at the smallest part of her waist, her wavy dark hair bouncing slightly as she stepped.

What if he had had second thoughts? Maybe he wasn’t coming after all. Maybe he didn’t want this as much as she did. What if she had come this far just to be stood up?

As she began to fret over this possibility, there was a knock at the door. Her breath caught in her throat, and she could feel her heart rate increase. She took a deep breath, took a few steps towards the door, and opened it just enough to peek through the opening. Read more »

Hotel Pool part 3

“Did they see?!” she asked, wide-eyed and covering her pussy as if she might still be exposed to the public, but we were safe now. Tucked into this dim little room across the world and behind a locked door. We were finally ready to empty ourselves into one another.

“Of course not, that room was wayyy down there,” I dismissed. Honestly, I had no clue, I never looked up. “We’re good, I promise, all I can think about right now is trying to fit as much of that pussy inside my mouth as I can.” I could barely speak through all the arousal inside of me.

“Mmmmm I love how much you love my pussy.” she hummed as she untied her bikini top and dropped those tits out for good. I sunk my fingers into her waist and held her at an arms length as I walked her back scanning her body with my eyes. When she felt the cool white sheets of the hotel mattress touch her thighs she fell back. Her tits jumping happily from hanging, to weightless, to in her chin, and then finding their perfect resting place, ready to bounce any direction. My chest slid in between her thighs and slowly pulled myself up with a string of kisses until all of me was in her wet embrace. Holding one another there, we kissed a long wet loud french kiss. We carried the kiss over until she was on top of me. Those big boobs hanging into my chest. Read more »

The Urge [Romance][Breeding][MF]

The sound of keyboard typing momentarily ceases as I sigh in frustration. This proposal has been eating up most of my days for weeks on end, with the deadline for submission rapidly approaching. I run my fingers through my hair as I stare at the screen. I barely hear my wife, Josephine, enter the room.

“You’ve been working too hard, shouldn’t you take a break?” she asks.

I always answer the same way.

“You know that I’d give anything for this to be over, but it’s only a few more days.”

I smell the familiar scent of coffee, which has been my fuel for today. I turn to accept with gratitude, only to see that my wife has her robe on, with not much underneath. My brain begins to calculate if this is due to simply comfort or there is another motive in mind.

“Thanks, dear” I say as I try to ignore what I just noticed. However, as I go to reach it I can smell her familiar scent. A mix between divine and lust that is impossible to attribute to ordinary scents. In the split second it takes for me to take my coffee I notice how her hair cascadess down her side — fair and clean. I’d give anything to run my fingers through it, but I need to stay focused. She places her hand on my right shoulder, leaning down to give me a kiss on my cheek. Read more »

I [18F] love nothing more that to fuck my ass in public places. Nobody ever suspects me, because I am a hijabi.

I left a religious cult that I was raised in, I and have since been exploring my sexuality with no limits.

I have bought sex toys to mall changing rooms, university bathrooms, my work office, and most recently university library bathrooms, where I was fucking my ass with a dildo for over two hours.

I love to think about what would happen if someone caught me and joined. I do not know why it turned me on so much, but I am addicted to it.

Beg

He told me to beg for it. His thumb teased my virgin asshole, though he didn’t know I had never been fucked in my ass before. That was my secret. The rumors about me had certainly made their way to Brad, and he assumed that not only had I had anal before but that I loved it enough to beg for it. I was 18 and it was still only my first few weeks of college but already I had developed a suggestive reputation among the fraternities. I was the ‘blonde chick who blew a guy in the middle of a pool party.’ ‘The best fuck you could ever have.’ I was proud of my reputation and certainly didn’t want to let it slip away now. My hunger for praise and attention overwhelmed my rational decision making and I was stuck in a scandalous search for dick and approval.

“Do you like that?” Brad asked as he rubbed his spit on the rim of my asshole. I was on all fours and his cock was already buried in my wet cunt to the hilt. I moaned into the mattress and I felt his thumb begin to push into my tight hole. I fought the urge to tense up, breathing deeply as he worked his thumb deeper. A high-pitched squeal slipped from my lips as he returned to thrusting in my pussy. “Oh, you really like that don’t you? I knew you were a dirty little bitch.” Read more »

Scrap Poker Night [F35 MMMM45+] [Flashing, Exhib, Cheating, BJ]

“Alright boys. Let’s sort out our buy-in.”

Four middle aged men dumped whatever scraps of paper they had on hand into a pile in the middle of the table. The scraps were then mixed up and divided evenly between them. Scrap Poker night had begun. Reciepts, coupons, loyalty cards and the occasional scratch ticket were the men’s currency. They played not for money, but for fun. The bits of paper only served to stand in for bills and chips.

Tonight was Harold’s night to host and deal. To his right was his old friend, Bill. Across the table was Harold’s brother, Hank. To his left was another friend, Jim.

“Ante up.”

Each threw a receipt into the middle of the table and set into their usual habits. Bill failed to identify peoples tells. Hank tried to count cards. Jim wore his hand on his face. None of the four were any good at poker. Which worked out well.

“Anyone want any drinks? Snacks?”

All eyes turned to the brunette woman as she sauntered into the room. Amber, Harold’s wife, always turned the heads of his friends. She was ten years his junior. Fit. Busty. Trendy. That night she wore a brown sundress with white polka dots. It swished around her thighs as she came up to the table with a bowl of chips. Read more »

The life of a professional hucow: chapter 1- Molly signs up to work as a hucow

**Introduction:** This is the first chapter of a long story I am going to write. The title of the series is yet to be decided but it’s focused on the life of a professional hucow working on a commercial hucow farm. Hope you enjoy!

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# Prologue

Hi, I’m Molly, and… I don’t think much of myself. You see, I was never the sharpest tool in the shade growing up, and I think that is pretty evident in the fact that I’m graduating high school at 20, almost 21 in fact 😂 But it’s okay. I’m still doing okay-ish in life. I had to retake a few courses and it took me a few more years to finish high school compared to the average student, but the main thing is that I got the paper saying I graduated.

But now that I’ve graduated, it’s time for me to move out of my parent’s house and I have no plan set up for that. I feel like such a loser compared to my 3 older siblings. All of them are older than me, and they are doing super great in life. Compared to them, I don’t think much of myself. My parents don’t really think much of me either. Both of them are extremely career-oriented and their perception of life is skewed in that way. So naturally, I’m a complete failure in their eyes and I feel like they’re much happier about my first three siblings than about me. Read more »