Carol Plays Me [MF] – Part 2 – [masturbation][watching kink][consensual][sweet][sensual couple][surprise ending]

Carol and I had been dating for a few months, and we’d never really had a fight. It was all just so easy: we hung out, did stuff with our mutual friend group, and we fooled around at every opportunity. And by fooled around I meant that I was learning every possible way to make her cum using my mouth and my fingers, and she was doing the same for me. We definitely weren’t fighting over sex–she wanted to wait for actual penetration, and I was fine with that. As in, really fine–we had a great thing together, and I made sure she knew it.

So when we finally did have a fight, it was over something totally stupid. It’s only noteworthy because of how she managed to win that fight without me even realizing it, at the time.

We’d been out at a bonfire, pretty far out of town. The drive back was along dark winding country roads, and every time we encountered an oncoming car the glare from the lights lit up the haze and dirt on the inside of my windshield–it was long overdue to be washed. I didn’t give it any thought, but it bugged Carol.

First day of menstrual cycle (taboo)

I know it’s a little different, perhaps taboo, but I have been waiting for tonight. The first full day of my menstrual cycle. My tits are swollen and my nipples sore to the slightest touch but my god, I can’t wait any longer to pleasure myself. The mix of my wetness and menstrual fluid has been soaking me all day. To a point I had to change my underwear as both a tampon and pad could not soak me up. I overflowed and leaked through with thick, wet juices.

I lay a towel underneath me on my bed, expecting to make a mess. I begin by tapping my clit lightly with two fingers through my underwear spreading my lips open, and feeling the material become slowly drenched.

Once my I feel the release of my pussy, adding more menstrual fluid I decide its time to remove the underwear and feel myself, every part of me so easy to access, my fluids make every part of my pussy accessible.

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The woman in the window.

Lesbian girl lives out her fantasies, orgasming with her fingers while enjoying a tasty view.

I have been living in my apartment complex for about half a year now. New to the City I don’t really know anyone, and as a woman it’s hard to get to know people who only want to get you into bed, especially men…which is an issue with my lesbian self.

“I could see her relax into the chair and it seemed like we had eye contact for a second but there was no way that she could see me, right? Her hands started to explore her soft body and I bit my lips at the sight of her starting to gently touch her breast. Of course, by that view in front of me I couldn’t hold back so my own hands started to gently undress myself and free my boobs.”

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Tied up, at his mercy…

When I pulled in, I was surprised to see his car missing. Slightly disappointed, I headed inside and set my stuff down. Sitting on the table was a glass of wine and a note.
“Take a bath a relax, I laid out what I’d like to see you in. Be on the bed with the blindfold in place and your headphones on, your choice in music. See you soon Love.”
Well, given that I’m not patient, I ran upstairs to find a pink satin nightie with lace that covers the chest. But, conveniently, there were no panties. Smiling, I brought it downstairs and started my bath. I took my time enjoying my wine and resting my back. When I had 20 minutes left, I started to clean up and get ready. With 10 minutes to spare, I was able to dry my hair and get upstairs to the bed. I chose my playlist and pulled the blindfold on.
It was nerve-wracking laying there. Not being able to see or hear. If he were on time, he should be in the room. I felt my face heating as I blushed, thinking of what he could see. I knew my tits were on display. You could see right through the lace, and the thought made my nipples pebble. Getting self concious, I bit my lip. What if he were watching me now. The thought made my clit start to throb. This man hasn’t even touched me yet and I’m already worked up.
I jumped as I felt finger tips run up the inside of my leg. Slowly trailing up to my thigh. He wasted no time, moving to my clit and circling a few times. I felt his fingers slide inside and gasped at the sensation. A few pumps, no doubt shocked at how wet I already was, then I lost those fingers. Before I could complain I felt them on my lips, sliding to my tongue to taste myself. I won’t lie I took the opportunity to tease him. Sucking on his fingers gently and curling my tongue around.
I can’t even begin to tell you how incredible it is to have all your senses in hyper mode. Not being able to see or hear was making me focus on every touch. I fet the strap go around the first ankle and pull my leg to the side. I’m pretty sure I whimpered. As my next ankle was pulled the other direction reality sunk in. I was going to be at his mercy for as long as he wanted. I should have rethought my playlist. As my first arm was pulled above my head I resisted for a second. That earned me a playful slap to my clit. Almost worth repeating I thought. I let my last limb be strapped and positioned as I focused on the music.
I felt the lace being pulled down next. Oh god, when his warm mouth closed around that first nipple I just about shrieked. Feeling his teeth playfully pull had me moaning. I had to adjust my hips. I couldn’t just lay there, still and waiting. I felt him move off the bed and wondered what he was up to. He was gone for what I believe was a few minutes. I knew I was completely exposed for him, and damn if it wasn’t turning me on more. My mind was racing wondering what was coming next. I couldn’t hear but knew he was in my toys.
Taking inventory in my head I was trying to decide what he would choose. Nothing could have prepared me for that wand though. My body was primed for him. And to not be ready and have that intense of a vibration right on my clit was the most incredible sensation. I was rocking my hips to try to keep contact. It was torture. I just wanted him to leave it in one spot. I was being greedy and wanted to cum already. In a voice that even I knew was sounding way to annoyed, I almost demanded he let me cum.
That earned me a slap to my tit and a loss of the wand. The sting felt so good. I bit my lip again and apologized. But his touch was gone. I pulled at the restraints. There was no use. I couldn’t do anything but wait. I swear it was 5 minutes before I felt the first clamp on my nipple. I felt him tighten it and felt the throbbing begin. Fuck he knows how much i love this. When the second one was in position I know I moaned. I couldnt think. My body was throbbing needing more. Laying there in the dark, focusing on the aching in my nipples I tried to concentrate on breathing. But then the most intense feeling came. ICE. He had and ice cube on my aching nipple. It felt intense, and fantastic till he swiped the underneath of my tit and made me cry out. In my head I knew he was laughing. Figure 8 across my chest. I know i was wiggling. Trying to dodge. It was no use. As he kept teasing my nipples I felt the wand return. I know I started begging. Didn’t care. I couldn’t handle everything. And for future again the damn playlist. Hearing a mello balkad when you’re losing your ever loving mind doesn’t work. Next time, I’ll have him plan my music!
I was getting so close this time. I was trying not to beg. Or get demanding. I needed this orgasm. My mouth was open as it was building. I know he could tell I was close. I felt a shift on the bed and before I could ready myself his cock was at my lips. Well, damn, I needed something to focus on anyway so I gave him everything I had. The ice disappeared, and I felt a hand on my head guiding my motions. I let him slide to my throat. I was so close, I needed the release. Then he took it away. Everything. Just left me there alone on the bed.
I swore at him. I knew he was laughing not that I could hear it but I just knew. I was pulling at everything. I swear he watched me for a few minutes. I begged and pleaded for him to come back. I pouted. Not that i thought it would work but I was desperate.
Laying there I realized I had to just accept the game. I tried to focus on the music and my breathing. I was working on not being aggravated. I felt the bed dip at my feet. Curious, I held my breath and waited. I felt the bead at my ass. First 3 slid right in. I felt the grip on my inner thigh. The next two slipped in. Fuck it felt good. My hips started cir ling. That familiar heat began. The next slipped in. Just then his tongue on my clit. I thrust up into him as he sucked and slipped two more beads inside. Damn it felt good. His tongue was everywhere. I couldn’t stop trying to grind on his face. God how many more beads could be left. When his tongue slipped inside I wanted my hands on his head more then anything. Another two beads stretched me. As i tried to grind on his face to take his tongue deeper that strand of beads did its job. I was losing my mind
Suddenly I didn’t care I hadn’t cum before. This. This right here. I wanted his mouth to be what made me come undone.
I don’t know what I was saying. Something like ” please don’t stop” I felt him pulling and pushing on the loop to the strand of beads. It just intensified everything. Before I could warn him it hit. One of the most intense orgasms of my life. And he licked and sucked me through it. I screamed and tried to ride his face. Just like that he was gone again.
What the hell!!! My body was shaking. But i had nothing to focus on. Just the twitching and releasing. It was maddening. I should be gripping his cock inside me. Fuck, I’d be so tight. Why is he torturing me???
I felt the chain to the nipple clamps lift. My tits lifted and I cried out. Suddenly aware of the throbbing again. God just like that and I was focused again. The bed dipped at my feet and I knew he was getting in position. The beads were still there as I felt his cock enter me. He took off the nipple clamps and as the blood rushed in, I was begging him to rub them. He thrust quick and I couldn’t breathe. Over and over. I couldn’t focus. My nipples were on fire. My pussy stuffed and the beads in my ass were making me lose my mind. He just kept thrusting. I knew he wanted to cum. I tightened around him. Gripping his cock as tightly as I could. I felt hi m grabbing my tits. I knew he’d be close. I just started begging for him to fill me with his cum. The words that came out of my mouth. God, I was so dirty, begging. Fuck if i didn’t feel him fill me. All I could focus on was how wet I was and those last few thrusts. I felt him collapse on me. Felt his weight and his breathing. When he kissed me, I kissed him back with everything I had. Never in my life have I experienced anything as amazing as this.

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Mother in law takes control part 17 [F32] [M29] [chastity] [sissy] [oral] [anal] [humiliation] [bisexual]

Billy’s cock bobbed and strained looking back and forth between Sarah and Rachel. Sarah looked calm and relaxed while Rachel soaked up the moment beaming at her sissy.

Rachel reach her foot out under Sarah’s frock making Sarah gasp as Rachel’s bare foot gently teased Sarah’s balls.

“Such a good girl Sarah…I’m so proud of you for earning an orgasm.”

Sarah nodded saying

“Thank you Miss Rachel. I wouldn’t have been able to do it without you.”

They both smiled and Rachel turned to Billy.

“Has baby girl earned an orgasm yet?”

Billy looked down before saying

“….no…not yet miss Rachel.”

Rachel smiled

“Oh my my my…you must be really frustrated then huh?”

Billy blushed

“Yes…I’m very frustrated Miss Rachel.”

Sarah winced knowing Billy’s mistake. Rookie.

“Hmmm maybe your mommy can make you feel better. I’ll tell her you mentioned how frustrated you are.”

Rachel pulled out her phone and began texting and Billy realized his mistake quickly lunging for the phone yelling

“NOOO WAIT PLEASE!!!”

Breeding the Babysitter [MF] [18+]

I get home late, much later than I’d meant to. Again. Far too late to see my son; I’m sure the sitter’s already put him to bed hours ago. It’s tough making a living but not having much of a life…but if I’m going to provide for my family, I’ll do what I have to.

Some of the lights are still on, at least, and I smile to myself as I walk up the drive, looking forward to a slice of cold pizza and a late-night chat with Emma. It’s almost embarrassing to say, but lately I’ve been working so much my only socializing has been with my son’s babysitter.

Something seems off, though, as I come through the front door and walk down the hall. The TV’s still on in the living room, but Emma’s nowhere to be found. Usually she’s lounging on the couch, folding laundry and watching some cooking show or another. Not this time – the room’s empty, as are the kitchen and dining room.

“Emma? Tyler?”

Worried, I walk quickly to my son’s room and find him sound asleep, safe and snug in his bed. I let out a sigh of relief; that’s one mystery solved. But where’s the sitter gone?

The making of a hotwife

My wife Lindsey and I have had an open marriage for about the last six months, and although most of our experiences during that time have been separate from each other, we recently started experimenting with swinging together. Our first several experiences together were MFM threesomes, and more recently, we tried swapping with another couple. I’ve enjoyed all these experiences tremendously, and for the most part, Lindsey has enjoyed them too. However, she was the one who was more apprehensive about swinging as a couple in the first place, and after our first experience together with another couple, it was hard not to notice that Lindsey had yet to to have an orgasm with any of the other men in any our encounters together. That includes our threesome with one of the guys she sees on her own on a regular basis; a guy she’s clearly attracted to, and who makes her cum easily when it’s just the two of them. 

Judging a book by its cover [M52, F]

I walked into the hotel room where she was waiting. We’d met on the floor. She said she really liked my writing, and wanted to show her appreciation, and slipped me a room key. Of course, alarm bells went off, but, what the hell. She was one of those cosplay beauties I’d always fantasized about, so why not?

And there she was, sitting on the edge of the bed, already getting warmed up. She had one hand between her legs, rubbing, and the other was pulling on one of her nipples. She grinned as I closed the door behind me, “It’s about time. I was about to start without you.”

I chuckled and raised an eyebrow. “Looks like you have.”

“Oh, I just wanted to make sure I was ready for you,” she said, and spread her legs wider to show her smooth pussy. She brought up her hand, leaving a strand of her wetness and brought it to her mouth to suck her fingers. “Yep. All ready,” she said as she got down on the floor on her hands and knees, and crawled over to me.

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The Distraction Game [MF] [18+] [Fiction]

the sub comes home from being out most of the day and night with their friends. wasted of course. they look around the living room to not see their dom. “must be upstairs” they think. sure enough, there he is. at his desk playing his game he’s so invested in. the sub had a thought. “I should distract him from his game.” what a great idea that would be. the dom was already in a round and “focusing” so he didn’t hear his sub walk in. until they were standing right next to them. “are you winning?” they ask. “not currently. I’m trying though. a little frustrating tbh.” frustrating. the sub lingered on that word. there was a space under his desk, just enough space to sit and be comfortable. the sub got down there, now in between the dom’s legs and looked up at him. “whatcha doing down there dear?” he asked. “oh nothing. just wanted a place to sit.” both the dom and sub knew that was a lie. the sub didn’t like how much more attention that dumb game was getting. they wanted his attention and would stop at nothing to get it. “can we play a game?” the sub innocently asked. “sure, what game do you wanna play?” the dom wondered what his sub wanted to play. soon he would learn. “I wanna play the game where I distract you from your current one. but you can’t stop playing.” the dom was confused but would never say no to his sub. he nodded and continued his original game.

Ever wanted to fuck that stranger at the airport? Part 1 [slow build] [MF]

Every week for the past month she has noticed him in the same lounge at Brussels airport. Like her he appears to commute as part of a hard-won anonymous corporate career. The hours wiled away at airports afford her plenty of people watching opportunities but he catches her eye more than most. He had a way of dressing that sets him apart; it’s more colourful, more interesting, more intriguing. He also finds the quiet corners of the business class lounge to work in, or whatever he is doing on his laptop.

She has studied him surreptitiously for a while and they had exchanged more than a few glances. One evening a small number of flights are delayed hour after hour and the lounge slowly empties as others depart. Keeping an eye on the board she decides to seize the moment. Heading over to the complimentary wine and champagne she grabs two glasses and a bottle and with a deep breath approaches him.

“Thirsty?” she enquires holding up the bottle

He lifts his dark eyes from his screen and removes an AirPod.

“Sorry?” He replies with curiosity, clearly not having heard a thing.

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