I love when you get that mischievous look while we’re out on a road trip.
Hours and miles fly by filled with boredom. Thank goodness for smartphones and mobile internet But even that has its limits in Eastern Oregon. Cell coverage is gone, the dry desert offers nothing particularly interesting to look at, and then suddenly your focus turns to me as I drive.
That look tells me all I need to know. I glance down to see your thighs tightly squeezed together and a gentle grinding motion into the seat as you innocently ask if I need anything while I’m driving. I wonder if I should respond with something practical like a sip of water just to annoy you but I know what you’re really asking. And yes, yes I do. I need you bent over the center console, head in my lap, skirt flipped up over your ass….but we will get there.
“Would you mind grabbing my sunglasses from my bag in the backseat?” (Knowing full well that it is the furthest thing from you and you’re going to have to extend yourself a little bit to get them.) You unbuckle your seatbelt, lean over the console, and reach as far as you can to pull my pack forward. As you reach, your sundress slides up to fully expose your ass and I get a glimpse of a lacy thong you snuck into this morning. My hand reaches out to take full liberties with your body and a gentle caress of fingers runs up your thigh, curling inwards until it grazes the fabric of your thong. The rustling in back stops and you seem to have paused for a little bit. So I do it again, this time it eliciting a wave of goose bumps across your body. I love getting such a tangible response from your body. Now I’ve got a handful of your ass and you couldn’t get back to your seat if you tried. In grabbing your ass it spreads your cheeks just right and I can see a small wet spot developing in your panties already. How long have you been thinking about doing dirty things on this road trip? Much longer than the two minutes since you asked if I needed anything…
My groping turns a little more direct and I slide my finger down the fabric, gently grazing your asshole, and then massage that little wet spot between your legs. Your soft moan and gently upturned ass tell me to keep going. My hand settles in for a little bit while you lay there, tracing panty lines, teasing around your wet hole, grazing the growing mound of your clit, all the while I try and focus on not running us off the road. You’re lucky there’s no one else on the roads out this far; I can focus on you a little bit more and worry less about the road.
After a couple minutes of teasing, you must have found my sunglasses and abruptly slide back to your seat with a smile. I pretend like nothing happened and put my sunglasses on with a “thank you.” Another minute goes by and I see your fingers slide between your legs, pulling your skirt up just enough for me to catch a glimpse of that black lacy fabric again. That devilish smile has crept back and you’re staring directly at me as you spread your legs to give me a view of your fingers dancing along your mound. My hand reaches over and joins yours but only passively, enjoying feeling your movements as you pleasure yourself. Your second hand reaches over and gropes the growing bulge you’ve spotted in my shorts as I try and focus on the road despite all of this wonderful distraction.
Pretty quickly I hear your seatbelt unclick and you lean over to unfasten my suddenly very restrictive shorts. Your touch is electric and before too long I am grazing the rumble strips on either side of my lane. You have freed my cock and your grip has it at full attention. I didn’t know I could develop pre-cum this quickly but sure enough, your thumb has started massaging a small drop of slick liquid into the head of my cock and it feels amazing. As you press and massage the firm, swollen flesh a little bit more oozes out from the tip and you lean across the center console to lick it, touching the drop with your outstretched tongue, then pulling away and letting the thread of thick liquid stretch as you look up at me. After a few seconds and a surprisingly long distance It falls away from your tongue and drapes across my shaft, glistening in the afternoon light. Your soft hands grip my cock and start gently pumping up and down. I reach towards your pussy again, plunge two fingers into your wetness without hesitation, and use this grip on your body to pull you forward onto me until I am halfway down your throat. This begins a gentle bobbing motion of your head and slurping sounds coming from my lap as you go to work. What a wonderful way to pass the time as we drive. I’m in no hurry and let you practice working me further down your throat than you’ve been able to manage so far. And I can tell when you’re making progress. I try not to let the blood rush to my tip and swell it further but sometimes when I can feel the pressure of your throat and a slight gag I can’t help but swell, making it that much harder for you to swallow me. I keep hoping for rougher road so each bump forces your head down a little more deeply but the road is mostly smooth and truly, I am content with any attention at all.
When I have enough brain power to devote beyond driving and enjoying your attention, my fingers lazily slip in and out of your warm, wet pussy. My thumb has found a nice spot gently rested against your asshole and each time you gag I can feel your ass clench slightly, the soft folds of skin drawing my thumb towards its center.
In this moment I get what I was hoping for with your beautiful body stretched across the front seat, panties at your knees, pleasuring me and on full display to anyone passing by. I love feeling your lips, your throat, and seeing your body, but I want more.
As we crest a hill I see a seldom used ranch road peel off the main highway and head up a ridge so I quickly hit the brakes and switch the vehicle into four-wheel drive. You try and sit up to see what’s going on but my spare hand quickly grabs a fistful of your hair and pushes your head back down into my lap. It’s of no concern to you where we are going, you just stay busy sucking and gagging. The rough road quickly begins to force me deeper into you with every bump until it’s too much for you and you pull away to clean up the corners of your mouth. My lap and my seat are a complete sopping wet mess of drool mixed with pre-cum.
I parked for a moment, slide my seat back, flip the center console up, and then command you to sit on my cock while we finish the drive up the ridge. You enthusiastically throw your panties to the floor, straddle me, spread your pussy lips with one hand, and sink down onto me with a groan. I shift into drive again. “Ride me” I command. You immediately grip the headrest behind me and start slamming yourself onto my cock with gusto. The occasional large rock in the road forces me deeply into you And I can feel myself bottom out at the back of your little fuck hole but it doesn’t seem to slow you down in the least. I like that, I like being deep inside of you, every inch buried to the hilt.
Eventually I can’t take it anymore and throw the vehicle back into park, open my door, grip your ass and carry you to the tailgate of the pickup. Laying back on it puts you at the perfect height and before long I am desperately hammering away at your pussy, enjoying watching your big tits bouncing with every thrust. The warm afternoon breeze teases your nipples erect and I can’t help but reach up to squeeze them. I never quite know how hard to pinch them but right now I don’t even care I’m so overcome with lust so I pinch hard, enjoy watching your mouth open in a silent cry, and then drive my cock home again inside of you to distract you from the pain with a little bit of pleasure. Here, in the open air, laid back on a dusty truck bed, you are free to lose yourself. Scream and moan with every thrust, let loose and gush with every orgasm. With your ass at the edge of the tailgate I can feel my sopping wet balls tapping your tight little back door with every thrust. What a lovely sensation, and it’s one that I know will send me to space soon.
I can feel your pussy clenched me again as your latest convulsions and soaking orgasm begins, and this pushes me over the edge as My cock penetrates each muscular spasm from within you. I grab a handful of your hair, jerk your head forward, grab your throat with my other hand, and pound you wildly until the waves of pleasure roll over me as well. Our eyes meet at the peak and we stare until the exhaustion overcomes us and we both collapse. After a few minutes of post orgasmic bliss you sit up and slide off the now drenched tailgate. The light covering of dust clearly shows handprints, wet, drenching drips, and a puddle of white sticky cum that has dripped out of your pussy, down your asshole, and settled in the grooves of the metal. I think I will leave that there as a reminder in the days to come of all the fun we had on our road trip. I wonder if anyone at work will comment on the handprints in the dust on Monday.
We both tidy up, but I’ve hidden your panties in my bag so you are forced to finish the rest of the drive this afternoon awatingy hands sliding your dress up your thighs, spreading your legs, and plunging my wandering fingers back into your very swollen pussy whenever I feel like it.
With a smack on your ass we both jump back into the car and go bouncing back down the dusty road.
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Kate’s Afternoon Delight (pt4) FF Lesbian
Kate exited the tube and rode the escalator into the shopping centre. She felt flushed with excitement and had butterflies in her stomach. After their first meeting, Kate had waited for Sara to suggest getting together again. Their online conversations had gone back to normality, chatting about their work and moaning about husbands. It was almost like the sex had never happened.
And then one night, Sara sent her a video clip on twitter of two naked women kissing. ‘I wanna do this to you’ the caption read. ? Kate sent back. Then a few days later another clip of a woman licking another woman’s pussy. No message. Kate sent back “let’s meet”
So it was arranged, they set a date. And Kate’s excitement had been building up as the days went by. Sara told her to text when she arrived, so Kate sent a message “I’m here, where shall we meet?” Kate stared at her phone, waiting as the dots indicated Sara was typing a reply.
‘Premier Inn. Let me know when you are there, I will come and get you’ Kate felt scared and excited at the same time. She consulted the shopping centre map and found the hotel. She wished she had waited before texting, gone to a bar for some liquid courage.
f,f,M My Wet Lesbian Fantasy
Annie lay in bed waiting for her husband to join her. She knew he was going to want sex but she was not in the mood. When he entered the bed he started to run his hand from her shoulder down to her thigh. She settled in to the touching and turned towards him. She had been having a hard time getting off with him and this time was no different.
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My secret fantasy with the white guy next door (18+) ?interracial
“Once you go black you’ll never go back”
I hate that cliche with every bone in my body. Back from what? What does black do? Why does everyone expect me to only take big black cock?
I’ve only ever been with black men so I guess I wouldn’t know if there was something that made it different from others. I’m a small girl. I stand barley 5’1 on a good day. I have big HEAVY 32DDD tits and poses what have been referred I as “dick sucking lips”.
Black men are fun but what really gets me wet at night is thinking about my neighbor and his creamy ivory skin glistening with sweet sweat as he explores the deep ness of my tight little love-slit . My mouth waters thinking about my big ghetto lips around his pink pulsating member. His jarring blue eyes staring and analyzing every inch of my caramel Cocoa skin. See his white hands tangle in my thick curly hair .
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To Love Her (poem)
> The softest kiss will warm her mouth
A girl already pining
Enjoying the beautiful thrill of the south
And the pleasure they are finding
> A curious lick coating one breast
Eliciting sweet noises
But he’s desperate to hear the rest
Evaluating his choices
> A finger slips under damp lace, caressing
A sensitive, graceful woman is she
And yet her passion is far from resting
Her hunger has grown, she can barely see
> A tongue betwixt her vulva lips
A tasting of the briny gods
She whimpers, shivering at the feel of his tip
When comforted, she moans and nods
> Every motion increases the fire
She couldn’t help but yearn for more
A furious twitching, that lovely desire
A violin concerto, crescendos galore
> Limbs soaked in saccharine sour delight
Frantically gasping as her body heats
Digging her nails and holding him tight
Until she feels the sweetest release.
> Her breathing slows, she uncurls her toes
He rises to meet her parted lips
Entangled lovingly in each other’s limbs
I train an innocent girl on all fours in the Tokyo skyline (Mf) – SHORT
She never came into this so willing. It was the innocent ones who had the most to hide and so it went with that first evening of sake and sushi in the financial district. We had laughs, we had giggles, we talked college, we talked life but her eyes betrayed her. The first caresses of my head as I whispered my intentions in her ears told me everything. Its those subtle cues that get me going, the nail digs, the change in her tone, the breathy requests in my ear.
I had to guide her, train her and bring out all the animalistic instincts. It never came naturally to her, from a conservative culture where such things were kept hushed for fear of letting the genie out of the bottle.
The little sessions in the Tokyo skyline were what she looked forward to most week in and week out after her shifts at the Mitsubishi bank, shimmers of blue cascading across our moody room and her on all fours waiting to receive her due punishments. We’d book the room for the night. ‘Do not interrupt’ hung outside.
The Switch Up [F/m, femdom, light bondage, couple]
“You are so fucking sexy.”
“Quiet!” she yells.
I smirk a little and do what she says. I love when my girl is on her dominatrix shit, it’s so goddamn hot. Tonight, she’s wearing a full set of lingerie that I bought for her and she looks so good in it. A red gartered bustier, crotchless panties, black stockings, and red bottom heels. I can’t see her because she has me blindfolded at the moment, but my cock is so hard right now just thinking about it.
My girlfriend is usually my cute little “subbie” kitten, but every once in awhile she gets in the mood to dominate me, so of course, I let her. It’s honestly a really sexy side of her that I wish came out more often. I feel her climb on top of me and straddle me. Her pussy is so wet right now, I love this feeling. She rips the blindfold off of my face so I can see her.
“How does it feel to be so beneath me?” My girlfriend asks rhetorically.
She has my arms are tied down with the straps attached to our bed. She starts grinding her pussy on my cock.
Naked Housework- I [F] like to clean in the nude [exhib] [reluctance]
I’m a bit of a closet naturist. I’d never go nude in public, not even on a nude beach or at a nudist camp, but at home I have a tendency to shed my clothes. Why not? There’s no-one there to see me and I find it liberating. I do all my housework nude.
I’m not careless about my nudity. A certain natural modesty prevents that. I keep a slip-on housedress available on a peg next to the front door. It’s the work of a moment to put it on before answering the door. If I have visitors who are actually going to come into the house I take a moment to slip into my bedroom for some underwear.
Currently I was in the kitchen doing a bit of cooking, listening to the radio and trying to keep one ear peeled for the door-bell. I’ve been expecting a package for several days now, and I’ve been bugging the postman about it. He has to deliver it to the door because he needs to get a signature. I have stressed several times that the package is important and that I need it.
I [18M] Got to Fuck The Beekeeper’s Gorgeous Wife [45F] In Exchange For a Week of Farm Chores [MF] [Str8] [MILF] [First Time]
When I was 18 years old and just about ready to to head off to college, I began taking odd jobs. This was the oddest one of all. I agreed to do one week of labor for Mr. McNeil. He owned a farm down the road.
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“Listen Steve,” the beekeeper said when he hired me, “there’s a lot of manly duties around here that I haven’t been able to attend to since my back got worse. You’ll be helping my wife run the farm while I get some of my hives out mid-state and do my pollinating circuit. I’ll be gone a week.”
We were at his kitchen table and a jar of his signature McNeil honey was between us. This jar was emblazoned with the words “Private Stock”. I’d never seen that variety before. The sun shone down on it and made it glow bright golden yellow. Basically, I’d get $400 to do farm chores. He emphasized that he wanted someone who knew what the fuck he was doing and that if I didn’t know something I was to let his wife teach me. He told me that if I attended her closely she would be extremely kind. If I showed myself to be a slacker, though, he said I’d be dealing with “a real wretched bitch of a ball-buster.” I assured him I’d work hard.