Every few months, maybe 3-4 times a year, I get ridiculously horny. I mean, mindless, dick crazed, on heat horny.
My bf has figured out how to manipulate my body to extend this phase, and has been able to get me to do many things I normally wouldn’t. Not that I’m complaining, I enjoy every second of it!
We have a pact that I can do anything I want online, as long as I don’t orgasm and then a certain amount of time later (usually 2-3days) when I’m virtually begging to be fucked anywhere, anyhow, he gets a few of his friends over and they fuck me all night. I usually wake up extremely sore but super satisfied and go back to my normal life… until next time.
One time last year it started as normal… I spent the first 2 days chatting to a guy online, fucking myself with anything I could find, never cumming. The next day my bf called me from work to tell me he had a surprise for me that night and gave me instructions.
I went home, showered and shaved myself smooth then as instructed I put on a blindfold and handcuffed myself to the bed, knowing he would be home soon. I was lying there wondering what was going to happen when I heard the front door open, and my bfs voice yelling out that he was home and he hoped I was ready. My pussy was dripping in anticipation of what was to come as I heard two sets of footsteps enter the room. No one said anything but I heard a rustling of clothes like someone getting undressed. Suddenly I felt a sharp slap to my left nipple and I gave a little squeal. “Shut up slut” I heard a strangely familiar voice growl but I couldn’t quite place it. He continued slapping, grabbing and roughly twisting my tits as I tried not to yelp in pain, then I feel a rough calloused finger push into my soaking pussy. “So you like it rough eh?” I could hear the smirk in his voice. I felt him move around and in one hard thrust he buried himself balls deep in my pussy and started pumping. He fucked me in long hard thrusts, pulling almost all the way out then slamming his cock into me with all his might. After a while his thrusts became quicker and could tell he was close to cumming, he started thumbing my clit which pushed me over the edge. Three things happened at once, I started cumming, bucking around like a wild horse it was so intense. My bf (who I’d forgotten was even there) pulled my blindfold off, and my bfs father pulled his cock out of my pussy and sprayed his load all over my tits and face. I think realising it was my bfs dad who had just fucked me like a champion made my orgasm even more intense, and it took me a few minutes to come down. My bf has a gleeful look in his eye as he said “you always said he was handsome” and I burst out laughing. The rest of the night my bf and his dad took turns at all my holes, and even spit roasted me a couple of times. I woke up very happy the next day.
Category: eroticliterature
The Pleasure of Business: An Erotic Novel, Chapter 27
Anna is speechless looking up at the massive house.
“Oh, one thing before we go in,” Bruce says and reaches into his pocket.
He places two large baked items in your hand.
Anna raises an inquisitive eyebrow at him.
“Dog biscuits,” he says.
“They’re huge!” she says.
“Yeah… You’ll see. Let’s go in,” he says, leading her to the door.
Then the door opens.
Two whirlwinds of fur knock Bruce over. As they stop moving Anna makes out either two very large dogs or two well fed wolves.
“Hi boys, I missed you too,” Bruce says playfully, trying to fight them off. “This is why I have to put my suits on at the office.”
Anna giggles and it draws their attention.
“Hold out the treats,” Bruce tells her.
“Sit!” he commands. The two massive canines oblige.
“Anna, this is Gustav but you can just call him Gus,” he says, patting a gray and white dog on the head. He takes a treat from you.
“And this is Merle. You can call him… Merle,” he says moving to a black and white dog. Merle barks slightly before taking his treat.
My husband doesn’t know I was creampied by two strangers in a public toilet, and I don’t know if the baby is his [MFM][Slutwife][Cheating][Creampie][Impregnation][Cuckolding][Australian]
*Author’s note: I do not condone the use of disabled toilets for those of us who do not require them. It is highly unethical. Also, cheating is bad, you naughty boys and girls.*
I ran down the Cairns Esplanade with tears on my face, perspiration soaking through my tight black tank top, sweating in the dry July heat. I was running away from the Holiday Inn, where I had left my husband minutes before. I was running from the man I had thought that I knew, thought that I could trust and with whom I could build a life. But that had been ripped apart. Where was I running to, though? I didn’t know. Oh, I didn’t know what was coming, either.
“I’m sorry.” He had said. “I thought maybe I’d change my mind someday, but I realise now that I won’t.”
So, he had thought he would change his mind about the one thing I had told him I’d always wanted, from the start. He had lied to me. He had lied, he said, hoping that someday the lie would become the truth, but it hadn’t.
Her Purpose [Mf][preg]
She was shaking with anticipation. She was eager to feel the fullness of his full cock as its head opened her slowly until he buried it all the way inside her. He let out a slow moan as he felt her tight wet pussy relax and open for him.
“Good Girl, that’s what a man wants to feel”
She could not believe a man was actually inside of her. It was like a dream. Ever since she was a little girl she felt that she was created for this purpose and finally she was fulfilling that reason.
She believed that God made males aggressive and females submissive. Trusting that back in the cave man days it was the male who would forcefully take the woman. No foreplay. No affection. But society changed that as we became more civilized, but the main aggressive animal instinct for men is there, hidden under the surface of decorum. An instinct to Dominate. This man, like the caveman of old, could have chosen to spread his seed anywhere and she was overwhelmed he had chosen her.
A submissive evening with a lesbian couple
It was a cold winter evening on Friday in Paris. I had travelled there for a 2 week consulting assignment for a bank. After a hectic work week, I didn’t have any plans for the weekend. There was this young girl who had started her career as a trading desk analyst. I had frequent interactions with her throughout the week as she was responsible for providing me data, research reports for my consulting assignment. Aliana (name changed) was an attractive young woman in early 20s and other than work, we had grabbed coffee couple of times together that week.
Anyways coming back to the Friday evening as I was wrapping up my work, Aliana drops by asking my Friday evening plans. She offered me to spend the evening with her girlfriend and her at their apartment. I agreed.
Since I wasn’t much aware of the city routes, I decided to go along with Aliana straight from the office. We grabbed couple of wine bottles, some snacks etc. on the way. I was hoping for a fun friendly Friday evening but much more was in store. We reached Aliana’s place where her girl friend Chloe had already returned from work. Chloe was again quite attractive in early to mid 20s but was taller, slightly muscular. In fact, I found myself talking more to Chloe because of our overlapping interests in football and politics. Evening went by with lot of drinking, chit chatting and light flirting.
Scorching Morning Showers [f][mast][f-solo]
I don’t know…I dream about sex a lot.
I mean, I have a pretty healthy sex life. Like for sure a few times a week or so. More than the average Jane. But still, at least once a day, and usually more like 3-4 times, no matter what I’m doing, where I am, or who I’m with…my thoughts get hit by a freight-train of wild sexual thoughts and need. The fantasies are all over the place…some vanilla, but mostly kinky as hell…some sensual, but mostly tending towards violent. A lot of the time I can excuse myself and go and do something about it, a lot of times I already have plans to see someone who I know will take care of me later in the day…and sometimes I can’t.
A little while ago, maybe 2 years now, I started keeping a fantasy journal. Every night before bed I try to recall the fantasies that swam through my head that day, and I write them down, as detailed as possible. It’s an exercise in pure self-restraint, trying to avoid saying “fuck it” and putting down my pen and reaching for my box of toys under my bed and just getting off to my thoughts. But it’s been such a great exercise for me, mentally…but that’s another story.
Cabin With Leah Part 1 [MF] [Stepsister]
Life was going pretty much downhill for me. For financial reasons I had to drop out of college for a bit, leaving me without a solid vision for my life. It had just been my mom and I trying to figure out how to survive for a while. This event was inevitable and we both knew it; we just wanted to avoid it for as long as we could.
For the past two years, however, my mom had been dating this guy for his money (that’s what I think anyways). He was of some help here and there but obviously not of *that much* help to keep my college career afloat. I’ll give him credit where it’s due, he was actually planning to help us move into a bigger home within a few months. I wasn’t hopeful for this, considering how short of a time span he had been around for.
My mom’s boyfriend saw that I was getting pretty down and over the course of a few weeks he came up with an idea. He offered to rent out a cabin for me to stay in for a week to meditate and such bullshit. It’d be out in the woods with no internet, secluded privacy and plenty of time to rethink things. It really wasn’t that bad of an offer until he threw in the catch.
Arrival from Denver [FMM]
London Heathrow International arrivals, we were waiting for her to come through after baggage reclaim and we talked through the plan. I showed Dan the email on my phone which basically detailed how she wouldn’t know anything apart from there being a taxi booked to take her to her hotel and she’d perhaps be expecting a driver with a name board.
Dan asked me “Joe, is this legit? It’s not a wind up?” I confirmed with him it was real. Dan and I had known each other since we were kids, a group of 5 of us had basically stayed in touch as close friends since school and were now in all different lines of work.
The email was from a gentleman in Colorado who mentioned that his Wife was visiting London for a week and went on to detail what he wanted from us, which included us not revealing the full extent of the request to her.
Dan ran a luxury car dealership so he brought the Bentley with the privacy cabin for a bit of a VIP feel for her.
22:00 (Complete the Sentence)
Fill in the blank with 1+ words. Comment how you thing the sentences should end. Help me come to completion ;)
Pussy tastes ____________.
Dick is ___________.
I like _____________.
I don’t ______________.
Sucking dick _____________.
Not in _____________.
I want ____________.
I cum _______________.
Can I ______________?
Can you ______________?
– Miss Lady G?
Emma Gives a Blowjob on the Balcony (mf | gf | oral | weed | facial)
Early in the morning, I walked out to the balcony with my cup of coffee in hand. Outside in a chair was my sexy girlfriend Emma. She was curled up in the seat sipping her warm drink. This morning she was wearing a thin white tank top with no bra on. Her little pink nipples were poking threw the top from the cool morning breeze. I sat down in the chair beside her while saying good morning to each other.
She leaned forward to kiss me. Her lips pressed gently against my mine, tasting like her sweetened coffee. Emma’s breasts were mushed together by her arms. She leaned back slowly with a soft smile on her face. My sexy girlfriend reached down under her seat to grab something from under the seat. When her hand came back up, it was holding a rolled blunt of marijuana. I was glad to have such a great start to my birthday.
Emma put the blunt into my mouth before lighting it with a red Bic from her cleavage. I took a few good hits before passing it to my hot girlfriend. The effects of the weed hit me hard. I was staring deeply at my girlfriend, smoking next to me on the balcony. Her white legs looked soft tucked under her ass. It was hard to believe that I had found such a great woman.