CONSEQUENCES, Pt.6/CONCLUSION

6

Seeing my MILF taking every inch of me as I pounded into her was a great view, and I enjoyed this for some time, just steadily thrusting away while this gorgeous woman grunted and moaned under me. She was mare than taking it; she was pushing back into me as well, and I enjoyed watching the ‘ripple’ across her ass from my thrusting. But now it was time to see HOW open she was to me.

I then urged my MILF onto the bed, and moving in behind her again, placed my knees outside Amanda Nicole’s, but ‘hooked’ my feet inside hers to hold her legs. I was going to need that, because I pushed my now slick disk down her crack…and nudged against her anus. Feeling her stiffen I moved one hand to her shoulder, the other to the flat of her back and said “Come on pet, you can do this. Exhale and push back…that’s it, breathe….” And then I began a firm, slow, steady push, ignoring her tensing and pleas.

A Dead Bedroom Leads to a Good Fucking by the Repairman [fM]

It was one of those mornings again. When I woke up groggy and in a rut of sadness, opening my eyes to find my husband had left me once again, to work his long and draining hours while I tended to the home with hardly anything else to do.

Aching and throbbing from a horrible night of rest, plagued by the stress of being a housewife that barely gets the love and affection she treasured years before. That’s what happens in marriages, right?

The honeymoon phase ends, and the affection and clinginess starts to die down as the flame that once ignited the passion in the relationship starts to fade. A dead bedroom. We all have one at some point.

My mother warned me of this. How it would affect my self-esteem and how getting older and less love from my partner would make me compare myself to all the younger women I would suddenly be more aware of. Who could probably easily take my husband away if they wanted to.

And it’s true.

Even now, as I look at myself in the mirror, I see nothing but a girl with bags under her eyes and a bird’s nest of tangled hair sloppily dressed in a cute nightgown that looks anything but cute and flattering on me.

Crossing Boundaries: Part Two [M/F, anthro x human, virgin, first time, love/romance, erotica] (AmethystMare)

Kael’s relationship with Giselle grows, the body guard who is an anthro canine servant to humans, though the nature of their relationship is particularly taboo…

They don’t care. Sometimes, passion overcomes all else.

An ongoing series for a client – enjoy!

Time passed but there could only be one thing that they were led to, ultimately. They had to push the limits of what should and should not have been permitted between them. She slept in Kael’s bed every night, Kael losing his shirt quickly, for the warmth of her against him was too much for anyone to sleep through the night with. His parents, of course, knew nothing, giving him his privacy in his quarters after he had retired there for the evening, considering that he was an adult that did not need them leaning over his shoulder constantly.

“Sir…”

“You know it’s Kael.”

He felt her smile. He didn’t know how that could even be possible.

fucking my professor [MF] *first time writing let me know what you think*

I know it is cliche. But I am a college student and want to fuck my professor. I want to take his tie and use it to pull him down to eat my sweet little 23 year old pussy. And I did it.

We were emailing. Just about grades, asking how the final would be, normal stuff. He then goes, “hey, you look like one of my wife’s bridesmaids,” I get wet instantly. My pussy is throbbing. Everyone knows bridesmaids are sexy. Everyone wants to fuck the bridesmaids. Even the groom. I think about him wanting to fuck the girl who looks like me, think about her long gown pulled up, with her foot over his shoulder while he fucks her as his wife gets more champagne. She drinks her bubbles and he drinks her friends sweet sweet juices. Then goes and kisses her at the altar. Fucking hot, my pussy is now throbbing. I get so carried away stroking my clit in my dormroom I forgot to read the end of the email. He says, “the doors always open just so you know, or, I can keep it shut.” I cum. I cum reading it. My legs fucking shake. I start writhing on my bed, humping my pillows, hoping my roommate in the other room cant smell that the room reeks of pussy juice. I email him back and just say “when.”

Urinal Encounter That I [30M] Will Never Forget

This is a story of an encounter that happened less than 5 years ago. At the time of this event I considered myself bicurious. Now I know I’m bisexual. Hope you enjoy……

Myself (30M) and my Wife (29F) went out for a night on the town with a few friends. The night started in a lovely restaurant then we hit a few popular bars, had a few drinks in each and then settled in one of my wife’s favourite spots for the remainder of the night. We were all having a blast and as our night was drawing close to a finish I said I would nip off to the men’s room for a leak and meet them all in the smoking area after.

The Blue Viper Files Part 5 [FF] [MFF] [BDSM] [Hypnosis] [Cuckold]

**Chapter 5: Golod**

**Ben**

“Good morning, Mistress.” Ben came into the bedroom with Madame Sasha’s breakfast on a tray. His goddess was already sitting at her desk, typing something on her laptop. Her hair was in a loose ponytail, she was wearing her thick, red, square-rimmed glasses, she had Ben’s sweatshirt on that covered her lacey green panties.

“Good morning, malen’kiy.” Ben placed the tray down next to her and moved to kiss her on the cheek. She turned and kissed him lightly, then turned back to her laptop and reached for her cup of coffee.

“Need anything else?”

“No. I’ll text you when I need the car.”

“Yes, Mistress. Love you.”

She smirked. “Love you too.”

Ben darted out of the room and went downstairs to clean the kitchen. He had to hurry to get back to work. He had a new boss who was getting suspicious of Ben disappearing several times a day. Ben’s mother could only be “sick” so many times before people got frustrated.

Finally gangbanged by BBCs

I’ve had this incredible desire since I started my transition and had my first black cock to get gangbanged by multiple black bulls and it finally happened!

We booked a hotel room at the nicest hotel in town, I got ready at home, slutty lingerie, QoS necklace, QoS temporary tattoo, a cute crop top, short miniskirt, chastity cage, and thigh high heels with 7 inch stilettos.

I arrived and went into the room and noticed 6 black kings already ready for me. They begin stripping and I get on my knees and begin worshiping their cocks. As I’m gagging on multiple 9 and 10 inch cocks, I feel one pulling my skirt up and panties off. I immediately lean forward exposing my tight boipussy to him while I continue worshiping the others. I feel him begin pushing in and suddenly I feel pain and pleasure as his bulbous head entered me. I jump forward and he says “don’t run, bitch” and grabs my hips pulling me down the entire length of his shaft and begins rhythmically fucking me. Another in my throat blows his load early and I greedily swallow it all.

Young Coed Learns The Lesbian Ropes From A Milf

The summer that the kids were at camp and Ralph my husband was away at a symposium, I finally had the house to myself for a change, and my plan was to do as little as possible. I put on my most impossible string bikini, slathered myself with cocoa butter, and headed for the backyard with a trashy novel. A few birds chirped lazily in the heat. The only other thing to break the silence was the snip of hedging shears as our neighbor, Mr Raskin, worked his side of the bushes.

Now it was a bit wicked of me, but Mr Raskin has alway been a rather horny old trout, so I struck a bit of a provocative pose there on the chaise to tease him. I was surprised when a head appeared over the greenery, and it was not Mr Raskin. It was his 18-year-old daughter, Hilary, home from college.

“Oh, hello, dear,” I said, somewhat startled. “Please tell your mother that I’m almost done with her tennis-skirt pattern, and I’ll have it back to her in a day or so.”

“Mom and Dad are in the Poconos, Mrs Page,” Hilary said. “You can keep it a while.”

Taking charge and giving the wife what she really needed. [MF] (mdom) (non-fiction)

This was fairly early in our journey into things being a little more kinky. My wife is u/thiniceandunicorns. You can see some of her story on her profile and more of it on her blog, the address is in her description.

Hope you enjoy. This is 100% true. Just for reference all the slapping is consensual not abusive, she likes it in this setting. I’ve never ever hit her outside the bedroom (other than slapping her ass, of course. can’t help that, especially in leggings)

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The wife’s back had been hurting her so I was just giving her a back rub in bed. It was already after midnight so I wasn’t actually planning on sex.

I was sitting on her legs, straddling right behind her ass as I was massaging her. One of the times I leaned forward to work on her neck she felt my boner push in between her cheeks and gave a little butt wiggle. I leaned forward and started slowly thrusting a little through our underwear as I kept rubbing her back. Each time I leaned forward I’d try to push it a little deeper into her crack as I continued to massage her back.

Man Of The House

It was the day after my eighteenth birthday. I woke up with a pounding headache. Zack, Nedry, and I had gone out last night for an evening of partying and drinking. It didn’t matter that I was only 18 – if you say it’s your birthday, most bartenders will give you a free shot anyways. And if they didn’t, there was always someone else around willing to party.

    Ma was sitting at the kitchen table sipping a cup of coffee when I walked in. As usual, she looked  good. At age 41, she kept herself fit and well made up. I know half my buddies would bed her in a minute. She found their attentions amusing, and often flirted with them: chucking one under the chin, shushing another by placing a long sculpted fingernail against his lips, or even leaning over the counter so they would be sure to get a good view of her ample cleavage. But she was sexy is a good way, not a trampy over-done cliché. She was vice president of some bank downtown and always looked business-like. Today she had her hair up in a severe bun on the back of her head and was wearing a wrap dress with a skirt just long enough to be seen as work-casual.