I love sucking cock and even though I get to do a lot of it while my wife watches sometimes I like to do it one on one, just me and him. The feeling of a guy’s cock growing larger in my mouth, knowing I can get him hard and give pleasure, hearing him moan, are all a big turn on for me. I also love swallowing huge loads of cum and miss it when I don’t get it regularly, which has been the case lately. So, with my wife’s knowledge I placed an ad online yesterday entitled Let Me Suck Your Cock. In the ad I told guys to contact me if they wanted someone with a great mouth to come to them and suck their cock and swallow their load.
Category: Erotica
A Fantasy Fulfilled – Part II – [Fiction][18+][MF][Str8][BDSM][MDom][Fsub] [Rope][Fellatio][Rough][Cropping][Forced Orgasms]
###[Part I of this story can be found here](https://www.reddit.com/user/Wolf_in_Me/comments/11t1hq5/a_fantasy_fulfilled_part_i_fiction18mf/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)
“You did very well, Lana,” Luke said, “And your mouth is quite exceptional. You’re a good little cock sucker.”
She smiled at his words, but her heart sank in her chest. She was beginning to feel ashamed, yet she knew she deserved it. She had been pleading for it, practically begging for his cum in her mouth. Her trepidation did not go unnoticed.
“Come here,” Luke said, sitting down on the edge of the bed.
Luke pulled Lana onto his lap. She felt exposed yet strangely invulnerable. Lana could feel the warmth of his body as he pressed his face against hers, and his tongue ran along her jawline until it reached her neck. She closed her eyes as a tear of shame began to form, then felt his beard tickle her neck. His warm breath was against her skin as his mouth moved down to her breasts, sucking each nipple gently. She felt his fingers pinch her nipples as he sucked them, then his thumb pressed against her mouth as he held it there. She opened her eyes, seeing him looking at her with a smile.
Aural Fixation – Session One
Another day of endless scrolling. Another day of feeling like something important was missing. Another day of feeling horribly unfulfilled.
I threw my phone on the bed and sighed loudly. I was getting antsy. It had been far too long since my body thrashed in the throes of ecstasy, and I was beginning to feel the effects of it – the growing irritation, the powerful longing, the pervasive feeling of dissatisfaction. If I didn’t have standards, I’d have settled for a quick fuck by now.
But that wasn’t what I craved. A quick fuck was far too simple for my tastes, and any such interlude would need to involve a hand around my neck, fingers digging into the curve of my hip, and breathy moaning accompanying strict orders to be quiet unless I wanted everyone to see how much of a slut I was…
The shiver that ran down my spine snapped me out of my trance, and I looked at the phone again, now nestled between my pillows. I wanted a vocal fuck. A strong orgasm. Delicious aftercare that made me want to do it all over again. I wanted to submit, and there was an easy way to get it.
The Assistant
It was a normal Monday during the month of March. I had ready to prepare for a busy day of dental office visits to help out a few local doctors with previous cases. With my alarm reminding to get motivated I climbed out of bed and threw on some workout clothes to get in a heavy workout. Today’s schedule was upper back and biceps. Starting in my warm up I began to run through my work day in my head. There was one office that I had been to before and as I remembered clearly there was a specific assistant that had caught my eye. I hadn’t seen her before my last visit but she had the most beautiful brown eyes and redish tint hair.
Halfway through lifting, the room was hot and I was already drenched in sweat. With arms pumping weights, I had imagined seeing this girl again being a possibility. What’s her story? I thought to myself as I continued to push through the reps. Loosing my shirt to cool down a bit I started in my last set of weights. I was looking forward to what the day was planning to bring.
The Fall and Rise of Mrs. Johnson Part 2 (MF Cougar)
Mr. And Mrs. Simpson were sitting at the dining room table finishing up their usual breakfast. Mr. Simpson started. “I told William to expect you sometime today but I did not say when. Do you think Helen will entertain thoughts of marriage?”
Jolene sipped her tea and nodded. “I have discussed William’s ah, attributes with her and she is quite eager to have a go herself. I will wait until after you have left on your business trip to visit the darling man. I will broach the idea with him; I am quite sure he will be amenable.”
All this discussion of sex so early in the morning had Mr. Simpson getting aroused, but that would have to wait until he got back. Both he and his wife agreed a little self-control made the big boss better in bed. “Yes dear, I am sure you will handle things discretely.”
The chase (mf, cnc)
I ran through the forest, my bare feet sore and bleeding. I had stepped on so many rocks and sticks, I was leaving a small blood trail behind me. I knew that I was making it easy for him to track me, all he had to do was follow the blood droplets. I stopped running and tried to listen for any movement behind me. There were some rustling leaves somewhere near me, but I couldn’t tell if it was an animal moving around, or if it was him. I looked around me for a place to hide, somewhere that I could stay until he found me. A little bit ahead of me, I could see a rock, more like a boulder, that was big enough for me to hide behind. I sprinted to it and squatted down so that he wouldn’t be able to see me. I could still hear the leaves crunching, but I was now sure that it was him. My heart pounded in my chest as the sound got closer and closer, until I could hear his footfalls, not just the leaves underneath him.
Listening to you
My breath catches as I hear your voice. The sexual tension in it is evident instantly. There is nothing more intimate that you can do for another person than this – other than openly masturbating while they watch.
So that is what you sound like when you are alone, aroused, touching yourself. My hand goes inside my bra without any thought;
it is instinctive. Your gentle moans, your words about me. Just so I know this is for me.
I can feel myself getting wet, a swelling in my groin as I open up, my clit growing and lightly pulsing. I am not alone in the house. It feels almost teenage for a forty something woman to sneak off
to the bathroom but it also feels like there is no other option.
I pause the recording, which feels like teasing both of us. The bathroom floor is cold, so I put towels down. I pull down my leggings and knickers and pull up my bra. I hold the phone to my ear, the volume low, and join in with you. This is what you sound like when you masturbate.
The Bucket-List – 02 – The Window
== Idea: u/eroticstorylover ==
When Sarah entered the room, the man from the afternoon was talking to a customer, showing her some dildoes.
He saw Sarah, nodded and pointed to a door behind the counter, signed “No entry”.
She walked over to the door, took the handle and threw him a questioning look. He nodded, continuing his talk with the customer.
Sarah opened the door and walked in. After a short corridor, there was another door. Sarah knocked.
“Come in!”, a female voice could be heard from the other side.
Sarah entered and a nearly nude woman was standing in the room, dressing. She turned to her and Sarah saw two double-Ds to be remembered. The woman was only wearing thigh highs and just had a matching bra in her hand. Sarah hat to muster all her concentration to move her eyes from the boobs to the eyes in front of her, she blushed slightly.
“Hey! You must be Bucked-List-Girl. Johannes told me about you and asked me to help you prepare. And, by the way, I know these are a sight, so don’t be embarrassed.”, she offered with an inviting smile, massaging her boobs. “I’m Ginger”, she continued, pointing to her red hair.
Jess’s Last Ride Part One [mf] [cnc] [kidnapping] [oral play] [slave play] [degradation]
*Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and in no way condones acts of sexual assault or violence. All acts of sexual intercourse and play depicted in this story are preformed by consenting adults.*
[https://imgur.com/a/tQc3kHy](https://imgur.com/a/tQc3kHy)
Jess had grown up with what many would consider overly strict and traditional parents. They did not tolerate any kind of laziness or tomfoolery, so they gave Jess an ultimatum for her eighteenth birthday. Either start college, becoming a doctor or lawyer, get married to one of the many men they had lined up for her, or get kicked out of the house. Jess thought they were just bluffing, instead just wanting to party with her friends, but she was dead wrong. They packed essentials for her and kicked her right out of the house on her eighteenth birthday.
Jess was caught completely off guard, but she remained headstrong and knew she could count on her friends for a place to stay. But Jess’s luck seemed to run out as soon as her parents closed the door behind her. Most of her friends were in the next town over, and the little friends she had close by couldn’t give her a place to stay. Her phone no longer worked since her parents paid for the bill and cancelled its services then and there. She had no choice but to walk the twenty miles to the next town.
Making Up [MF] [oral] [blowjob]
The argument last night was rough. It needed to happen but it sure took a lot out of us both. I was jealous and reacted badly, you just hadn’t realized she was hitting on you. It was not pretty. We talked it out and made up but hurt feelings can take time to heal. We both went to work like usual, but the morning was rough. We were fine, both of us were just tired and didn’t say much. Text messages through the morning but nothing too important.
You: “Did you bring lunch today or can I bring you something?”
Me: “I have some leftovers here in the fridge at work, so no need for a special trip.”
You: “Ok, I have to go out and run errands on my lunch break, so I’ll see you later. <3”