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Morning Bagels [MF] [First /Second Person] [Light Mdom]

Every Saturday morning, I pick up bagels for the family from the neighborhood Jewish deli. This errand began like every other, but it did not end that way.

I walk into the deli to wait in line at the carryout counter. “Easy Lover” is playing over the speakers. I could not help but notice you standing in line in front of me. I have seen you around the neighborhood. Our kids go to the same school. Your name is Karen, or something like that (I think?). You are the type of milf that makes the other dads strain their neck to catch a peak. You must work out constantly because your body is very tight.

I first notice your cute little ass in those yoga pants – the expensive kind- lulu lemons or something. They always make a milfs ass look hot. You are also wearing a tight running bra/shirt – it squeezes your ample chest nicely. Your brown hair is pulled back in a perky little pony tail.

I get knocked out of my pervy trance by the sound of you yelling. Read more »

Double teaming my girlfriend (MFF)

My pulse is already racing as I pull into the driveway. I’ve been anticipating this moment since I got the text after lunch from him with three little words that made time move faster and slower since I read them: “Revving her up.” I take the key out of the ignition and enter the house. I strain my ears as I kick off my shoes, drop my purse and start walking through the house. I like to pinpoint the exact moment I first hear them. Everything seems to be in it’s place–dining room chairs neatly tucked in, dishes still drying on the rack, plump pillows on the living room chairs–except the couch. A blanket is strewn across the back, the throw pillows are on the floor and I can make out light body indentations on the seat. They’ve definitely been busy.
I’m on the fourth stair when I hear a faint moan. My pussy pulses and I start unbuttoning my shirt as the heaving breathing gets louder and the sharp sound of skin slapping bounces off the walls. I push the bedroom door open and take in the sight I’ve been thinking off the past few hours:
She’s on her knees with her left cheek pressed to the floor, looking up at me. He’s on his knees between hers holding her hands, rolling his hips and doling out long, hard, slow strokes into her pussy.
“I was going to wait until you got here to slide in her but you know how demanding she gets when she gets wet,” he says, without missing a beat.
I know what he means. When she gets swollen and slick she won’t stop until she gets something–or someone–thick inside her. And he’s one of the thickest we’ve ever had.
I lock eyes with her as I walk over and kneel beside her, kissing her cheek, running my hand down her back, loving the feeling of her fat, round ass rippling from the thrusts. I breathe in the smell of her wetness and roughly pinch her nipple. I love hearing her whimper.
I kiss him deeply and open my mouth letting him rub his tongue over mine, biting his soft lips, sucking the taste of her off his mouth. He maintains his torturous rhythm, moving one hand to her hip and his over hand over my body, grabbing my ass, creeping a hand up my skirt and cupping my bare pussy. Read more »

My friend [18f] asked me to massage her cramp for her. The only problem was that it was deep in her inner thigh.

High School wasnt the best of times. My parents divorced, my sisters brain tumor caught up to her and my grades were slipping faster than an avalanche down a slope. It wasn’t good. This is probably one of the only redeeming memories I have from the time.

Whenever I smell lemongrass I remember her now. She loved wearing her makeshift lemongrass perfume. She said it made her feel attractive, Whatever that means. To me, it just felt dodgy. Who in god’s name would put a bunch of dollar store lemon grass into an emptied glass cleaner container and call it perfume? She would, and she did. She was weird. But in a fun way.

It wasn’t the best way to lose one’s virginity, I’ll give you that. I didn’t love her or anything. I liked her though. Which is sort of why I still visit her parents property at times. Her parents moved out of the house a few years ago. It remains empty, with her bedroom walls still covered in her favourite shade of orange. Scattered all over the floor of the room are some of her belongings that her parents left behind. They’re almost unrecognizable now, with all the dust and mould that cling onto them. Read more »

My first black cock

My racist parents pretty much disowned me for finally getting the guts to begin my transition publically, I decided that I was going to enjoy being disowned for finally getting what I desired most, which was sex with a black man. I have always been turned on by black men and went to multiple dating sites and found one that was interested in meeting me for sex.

I got dolled up and put on a super short skirt, thigh high boots with a crop top that screamed fuck me. I put in a heart jewelled plug and locked my tiny chastity cage and met him at the hotel. We got a room and I saw he was already hard through his pants.

On my knees I begged to taste him and he pulled his pants down revealing 10 inches of thick cock. I took it in my hand and guided it to my mouth. As I wrapped my lips around it I was addicted and began giving the best blow job I could. After what seemed like forever of gagging and sucking he wanted my bussy. Read more »

Publicly stripped, Saw was NAKED in the Night! [FM]

— Following on from “Risky Play with an online stranger” —-

Sam continued to message me after our first meeting. She was sporadic and full of lust but she would never send pictures. Part of me liked that, the only way to have her was in person or not at all. The issue was that neither of us could really have the other over, too many innocent parties involved. Too many questions. Coupled with the fact that she made a lot of noise..

We settled for more adventure, another meet in public, a wonder and then hopefully somewhere quiet to play. Luckily the last days of summer were warm allowing us to once again explore the vast city together, evening and population density lending to our animosity. We met on the opposite side of the city this time, I was fairly certain of some quiet canals and parks in the area but it would still require some exploring on our part. We met, hugged and began our walk in the early evening. To my disappointment there were still many people about. This seemed to be a much busier part of the city at night. Sam asked me where we were headed.. If I had a rough idea.. I said that I did but I wasn’t certain how free it would be quite yet. My hand groped her bum teasing as I responded. I wanted to make sure she knew I wanted her. That I would have her soon. Read more »

Two girl students seduce P.E. teacher in the men’s changing room. – Chapter 1, Part 4, Pink Seducer [bi] [cum inside]

**both students are over 18, consent given**

Violet and Lana are standing infront of the door. They enter, but what they see is crazy. They see Teacher Jones stroking his cock at a picture. Teacher Jones hears them coming in and says, “What the hell are you girls doing here, i thought Violet didn’t felt good!” “What are we doing here? P.E. Teacher, why are you jerking off in the middle of gym class? What are on those pictures?” Teacher Jones feels embarased, and says in panic, “Umm nothing to see here, forget about this please!” Violet quickly snaps the picture out of the teacher’s hand, and sees that it’s her on the picture. “Are you jerking off to me?”-says Violet in disbelief. “Umm, look yeah, because you are one of my favorites students, and your body is amazing, but please don’t tell anyone about this, i could lose my job!” “We’re not going to tell anyone IF we get a free pass for the next 3 P.E. classes, Deal?”-says Lana. “O-oh-okay deal, forget about this tho.”-says Teacher Jones. Read more »

Rome at night

We were on a break in Rome and having an amazing time. A hot Saturday night in Rome, dinner and a cocktail bar. What more can you ask for.

The bar we ended up in was absolutely heaving, we were lucky to get a booth to ourselves. The music was great the drinks cold and the atmosphere electric with everyone having a good time. I looked at Jane, she looked fantastic hair down and a face made up to party with shinning red lips. This holiday was just what we needed.

We got back to our booth from the dance floor and a hostess was there, asking if we minded sharing the booth as they were full and a couple were looking for seats. We didn’t mind, there was plenty of space. She brought them over and all I could think was how could couple look that good. Her in a silver silk slip of a dress him in a tight pair of designer jeans and collared shirt. They were both olive skinned with perfect black hair and big white smiles. They looked like they’d stepped out of an aftershave advert. They introduced themselves, Isabel and Luca. The waitress came back with a magnum of champagne, our new friends said it was the least they could do to say thank you. Read more »

Christmas Party

Christmas party.

Hands pressed into the dashboard, fingers spread wide, hips wedged between the seats breathing hard. The orange glow of the street lights show the sweat slowly trickling down your back as your body rocks back and forth. You are gasping “Oh my god I’m cumming again. Don’t stop!” I wonder how we went from Christmas dinner to this.

It was your staff Christmas party you said that you were really looking forward to it, you had helped to arranged it that we were going to be sitting with your friends. As I’m driving us there you tell me about everyone that would be sitting around us. The only name I didn’t recognise is a new guy, Adam. He started a few months back, you haven’t mentioned him before and you have been working on a few projects with him. You smiled telling me that you thought he’d been flirting with you and that he kept smiling at you from his desk and bringing you coffees. You said you were sure he fancies you.

I looked at you. Gorgeous. He would have to be blind not to. Read more »

The Beach

The beach

The sun bakes down on a golden sunned paradise. They lay side by side, in a shimmering haze of blissful summer laziness. She is so close to him that she fills his vision, all he can see is her shoulder down to the top of her costume, he slowly drifts his fingers across the skin. It’s like velvet and hot to the touch, the tanning oil let’s him glide along, barely touching. She purrs softly into the towel her face is buried in. He slips a finger under the edge of the bikini and tugs gently, her arm moves to catch his hand and holds it tight. “Stop that” she chastises, “you are turning me on”. His hand slips back up her and comes to rest on her shoulder, moving in intricate patterns as if drawing on the perfect canvas. “Let’s go, we’ve been here for ages” he suggest. She reluctantly agrees and rises giving up her sun worshipers pose. Read more »