The Assistant 19 [Affair]

At the end of the day, Kylie went into Anthony’s office and gave him a sticky note listing therapists and their numbers.

“Go see someone,” she said and she went home for the night.

Anthony sat on it for two days before he finally picked one and made an appointment. Unfortunately he had to wait almost a month before he could get in as a new patient, but he would soldier through until he had his appointment.

Two weeks later, he got a call.

“Mr. Lawson, this is the Greywood Health Center,” the woman said. “We had a cancellation today and were wondering if you wanted to take the appointment? It’s at two o’clock?”

Anthony checked his clock and it was one-thirty now.

“Yes,” he said. “I’ll be on my way shortly.”

“See you soon,” the woman said.

“Kylie,” Anthony said as he grabbed his phone and his keys. “Do I have anything from now until three?”

Kylie checked his schedule.

“You have a meeting with Craig at two-thirty,” Kylie said.

“Reschedule it,” he said. “I’ll be back around three.”

When Anthony came back, Craig was chatting with Kylie.

Breaking the Unbreakable

I met this girl in college; we’ll call her, Anna. Now, the time and place is typical for most college stories of this kind. We first met in a drunken crowd after a night of drinking. Nothing more came off this night other than two quick and interested smiles exchanged.

Flash forward a few weeks and we have made it to the stage of Anna inviting me to her dorm room for a movie. Her dorm was one of the rare rooms that only housed her, no roommate. Of course this felt like a good omen for me, but I am not the pushy type. If it’s a movie the girl wants, it’s a movie the girl gets.

We pop a DVD into her MacBook and sit back to watch the movie. I can’t take my eyes off her, and I see her noticing me, smiling as she watches me out the corners of her small, inquisitive eyes. “What??” She asks playfully.

“Nothing other than I can’t keep my eyes off you.” I respond as surely as I feel.

How did it end up like this in Atlantic City?????

Wow how did I end up doing that in Atlantic City….

So I was an east coast man and was familiar with my summer evenings being occupied by the Jersey Shore.  I grew up always with the memories of the Jersey shore. 

As I grew older and was finally out of school I felt a sadness come over me as this may be the end to the Jersey shore and my relationship. 

The month of October which was two months away and this was the month I planned organized and booked my best friend from when we were 5 Bachelor’s Party.  Of course in my mind I wanted it to be viewed and treated like the party of the century. 

Throughout my planning of this party I had to take clear concise directions from his soon to be wife whom also I went to school with all they way back to elementary school.  You know the normal demands of a bride to be such as you better not hire any strippers and he is not to get fuked that night or the wedding is over period.  I would agree with her and give out a little snicker as in my mind I was thinking of which strippers to hire and have at the event.  I knew what Ray liked and all his secret kinks and fetishes. 

The Red Suitcase-Chapter 5 [cuckold] [bisexual] [BDSM]

CHAPTER 5

The next morning I was up and showered before Kim called at seven. My ass was sore and I wasn’t sure which was harder for me to believe, that Kim made a lesbian suck me off or that I let one tear up my ass with a strapon.

Kim told me after I left last night she made Becky edge herself three more times before she was allowed to cum and when she did let her, she made Becky hold the vibrator on her clit for several minutes after. She lost count of how many orgasms Becky had, but said for her it was either seven or eight because one lasted so long it could have been two running together.

I told her about Becky being so worked up in the bar last night that she could’ve made her masterbate right there on the barstool if she’d called and told her to cum. I got a little worried when she told me she was going to edge herself a couple of times today and that I better be ready for some sex when I got home. Our visit was brief as she needed to get the kids around and I still needed to pack and get dressed.

A brat’s apology [MF]

I greet you at the door wearing nothing but a silky robe tied loosely around my waist. Awkward, sassy words are beginning their slow bubble to my lips when you step forward, stopping them with your lips on mine. We both know you’re not here to talk through it. You came for the same reason you’ve come before and will come again.

I pull away and invite you inside, already loosening the sash of my robe so it falls open, exposing my full, soft, ever so slightly up-sloping breasts to your view. You pull me into you, one hand gripping my waist as the other ever so gently caresses the outer edge of my breast before roving up and gripping my neck. You look into my eyes and tell me, *you’ve been a very bad girl*. I attempt to nod, but your hand holds my chin steady, locking my gaze on yours. *Do you know what happens to bad girls?* I give a faint whimper, *uh-uh*, as I feel your hand slip down from my waist. You grip through the flesh and into the hard muscle of my ass cheek, digging your fingers in until a small pant of pain escapes me. Swiftly then you remove your hand and I brace myself, but you bring it down in a caress. My eyes close, and I feel your lips on mine, and my tongue leaps to meet yours, heedless of context. You know we’re very, very close to my limits already with your hand gripping my neck like this, but I know I’ve been a bad girl and I’m determined to make it up to you.

Creampied by 2 strangers!

Master walked me up to their hotel room, my jacket covering my mini skirt, which was the only article of clothing I had on. We knocked on a door, he said “This is my slut, have fun with her.” And two complete strangers used and abused me like a worthless whore, then both came deep inside me, raw! https://i.imgur.com/cRH83Mb.jpg

Sam aka “moob-y dick” [gay]

Sam walked in uncomfortably. It wasn’t like what he had expected at all. It appeared just like any other sports bar. He reluctantly walked to a table in the middle of the hallway and seated himself. He subconsciously felt a stare but he couldn’t raise his head to scan the room all the while wondering within him “how did i get here?”

Few days earlier: Sam, a 40 year old single-by-choice dad-body’d closeted gay-curious sales rep, wondered what it would be like inside a gay bar. He couldn’t bring himself talk about it to anyone as he was afraid of “what others would think?”. He removed and tinder and added grindr. It thrilled him. He chose a shirt-less pic of his from 10 years ago for his profile cover. “Ding” – the phone notified. someone liked his pic instantly. “Ding. Ding.Ding” – friend requests coming in effortlessly. Exploration just began.

His thoughts were were interrupted by his mind reminding of a stare, this time with more deatils. A possibly masculine guy 3 tables away. There were very few people. He felt the stare was intense. He wanted to see who it was but sensed the the figure got up from his table and started walking towards him.Sam’s heart started beating fast. The figure had approached his table with a soft “hi”. Sam lifted his head with a “hi” and just froze after reading whats written on this stranger’s body hugging t-shirt.

I [F19] Finally got my guts rearranged by my long time friend at a party

It had been a while since I’d had sex and godamn was I missing it. I’m a bit picky about who I let inside me and let’s just say I hadn’t run into any outstanding nominees in the past several months. That is until recently. I have to admit I’m truly a bit of a shy person, especially around people I’m interested in. For context, I’m quite petite, (5,3’ specifically) and have long red hair that goes about down to my shoulders. Anyway, in comes Matthew. He has short dark brown hair, with the kindest and brightest blue eyes I’ve ever seen. He is by far the sweetest boy I have ever met. We were all part of a larger friend group and I loved hanging out with him, but I didn’t think he was really into me. We ended up all leaving for college, up until this summer when we came back and finally all got to see each other again. Fast forward to last night, when we were going over to a friends apartment to drink and party together. I drove there with my friend Andrea, and as we walked through the door I felt livened by the party atmosphere. The lights were dimmed, music blaring through some speakers that I couldn’t see, and lots and lot’s of people. A couple of minutes later, I found myself sipping away at something that had to be some sort of jungle juice. Everyone was enjoying themselves as I began to wander through the crowd of people, ending up at a large sectional couch with a fancy coffee table to accompany it. It was there where I ended up running into Matthew the first time that night. I sat down right beside him, a smile forming on his face when he saw me.

Daddy’s Graduation Present

My stepdaddy’s big cock was rock hard and pistoned towards my little pussy. The head was so big and swollen up against my tiny pussy hole, and I throbbed for it like I was in heat. Warm precum was dewing up at his tip and I whined at the pleasure when he rubbed it into my hole, involuntarily bucking my hips against it for more. “Daddy?” I panted. My pussy was puffy and dripping.

He laughed at me, his big white smile cutting into his grey stubble lined cheeks. “So now I’m daddy?” he asked, tantalizingly rubbing his thumb in circles on my sensitive clit. I gasped, and moaned out another beg. He slapped his other hand over my mouth to stifle the sound, so we wouldn’t get caught by my mom, and down below my little pussy hole throbbed against his tip. I could feel his heartbeat in it. He wanted this just as badly as I did. “An hour ago, I was just *Michael*.” He was smirking at me, his pale blue eyes hungry. An hour ago, he was driving me back from my high school graduation. “But *now*…” he breathed, and his hand left my face to snake down around my throat, where he choked me authoritatively. “*Now,* I’m your daddy.” He pressed his hand harder into my throat. My mouth opened, and I panted against it with my tongue out. “And *you*…” he began, voice gruff. Down below, I felt him pick up his thickened cock, and he yanked me by the throat to make me watch him. It was so big. Bigger than anything I could have imagined. And lined up the shaft with thick pulsating veins, a small moat of salt and pepper hair at its base. So girthy it was almost… scary. But some instinct deep inside me made me want to fucking impale myself on it.

Exploring my BFF : Another collab with u/chen969… Thank you so much for working with me again <3 My very first lesbian story…

“Oh you’re here!”, my best friend, Joy exclaims as she opens the door. I smile and let my eyes take her in. Her bright eyes seem to twinkle. Long dark lashes that graze those lovely high cheekbones when she blinks. Her soft lips stretched into that familiar grin. Her long dark hair piled messily onto her head, leaving her broad shoulders bare. Her breasts, rounded and perky; they look like they would fit the palm of my hand perfectly. Her nipples visible through her thin shirt as they pebble in the cool night’s air. She’s wearing shorts, so her long legs are left bare.

She clears her throat, snapping me out of my reverie. 

“Are you going to come in?”

“Right”

I follow her into the house, and I’m greeted warmly by her parents. I’ve known them for so long we’re practically family. 

“She’s my friend not yours”, Joy tells her parents. They laugh as she pushes me impatiently toward her bedroom.