[MF] [Blowjob] [Rimming] [Rough] Daddy & The Temptress

As I enter our cozy fourth-floor apartment, the open laptop obscures your view of me. Your expression says something serious is unfolding on the screen. The familiar sound of Mack’s matter-of-fact tone suggests that this is a business meeting.

Easing further into the room, the top half of your attire confirms my suspicions. Soft, navy blue material is smoothed over a strong, broad chest and bulging biceps. Almost surreptitiously, it reaches like a teasing lover to caress your ripped back muscles.

The black windsor-knot power tie is inciting a riot within me. My hungry gaze moves down to where your matching work pants should have been, but finds instead, my favourite polyester-spandex boxer briefs. They contradict your upper professional demeanor and attire – your manhood is straining against the thin fabric, begging to come out and play.

I can help you with that.

Suddenly, you feel exposed, and peek over the lid of the laptop to find the source of your privacy’s invasion. You discover my stare and the vulgar intentions etched in the expression on my face.

A Meeting on the Metro (mf) (public) (rough)

My sub and I wrote this story together. It’s from two points of view, as such my contributions are in bold and her’s are in italics. We were posting as /u/FlidaisBound, but decided this name would be easier to remember.

We hope you enjoy.

**It’s 5:00 PM. Rush hour. The metro is packed in the middle of summer. I wait impatiently for the doors to open so that the car will empty out and I can find my way in. Hopefully a seat. The doors slide, people bustle out, people bustle in. I walk in and quickly see that each seat is taken. Fuck. I grab the pole in the center and swing around it to face the doors. Only ten stops to go! My heart leaps in my chest as I make eye contact with a beautiful olive skinned woman with auburn hair. My eyes widen in surprise, hers do likewise. Small smiles paint our faces as we both look away. She grabs the pole and swings around, facing away from me just in time for an avalanche of people running to make the train to push us further back against the people already filling the car behind us. I feel my face heat as her tight, perky little ass is presses firmly into my crotch.**

All I Had To Do Was Ask [M+F] [Oral]

By twenty seven I was still toiling away in the service industry, waiting tables while playing catch up on my bachelor’s degree. The money was pretty decent and the people I worked with were cool for the most part all of which made it easy enough to forget that most of my coworkers were barely out of their teens.

I don’t mean to sound condescending. It’s just that the age differential sort of cancels out the biggest unspoken perk of working within the chain restaurant industry: a steady supply of available pussy. Don’t get me wrong a lot of the waitresses still hit on me despite jokingly referring to me as the ‘grandpa’ of the place. It was meant in a playful way though not so subtly underscored yet another reason why I needed to get my life together.

Just a Thought (possible part 1?)

The gentle glow filled up my eyes as I shifted out of my sleep. I paused for a moment as the guilt tumbled into my mind, the memory of the dream causing me to wince in my bed, trying to recall why it was so… uncomfortable.

It started with me sat at the sofa, watching the TV when my mum walked in, smiling, and nude. I asked her why, and she simply replied “Exhibitionism is my kink” before sitting down, spreading her legs, and…and…

I shook my head, feeling my pants shift in my underwear at the thought of what I had dreamt.

“Urgh” I gently moaned aloud as I sat up. I hated mornings, especially with a hard on. I went to grab my dressing gown and pull it on tight, then yanked open the door to greet the landing.

I plodded down the stairs, turning into the kitchen and pouring out some cereal.

“Oh, good afternoon!” A voice called out from the room next door.

I rolled my eyes. “Mum, it’s only eleven thirty!” I responded as I picked up the bowl, heading into the living room

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Trembling slit

Her muscles clenched like a vice around his pulsing cock. Ripples of ecstasy raced through her body as he continued to impale her with his vieny shaft. A barely audible whimper escaped her lips as his thick manhood pumped her full of his virulent seed. She arched her back and positioned herself so his entire length was swallowed up by her trembling slit, hoping not a single drop of his come would end up any place but deep in her womb.

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Fucking my mother using drugs [Incest]

Obs: I used google translator to translate my story, so I don’t know if it is good for reading.

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– Can you test this little aphrodisiac? – Said a woman in a suit and tie. – You will be well paid if you give us accurate reports on its effects.

This woman in a suit and tie appeared just out of nowhere in my house, even though she was socially isolated she somehow managed to enter my house without me noticing. She being a woman with black hair, looking cold and penetrating and having small tits, but they were delicious to the eyes.

– Sorry, who are you? – I asked disconcerted. –

– Call me Mrs. X, I’m from Ace Industries. You sent us a resume last week and then we accepted you as our newest employee. –

– Ah, now I remembered. –

Last week I had actually sent a resume to a very famous chemical company, however the strangest thing was that the job ad came about by chance at dawn for me in a search result without me having searched on google. Since I did not require previous experience in the assistant role, I accepted seeing if I was going to be lucky and ended up having it.

The night my wife got stuffed to the max [FMMM][interracial]

So me and my wife had been together since the last of high school and we both lost our virginity to each other. Well we have always had a great sex life, even after three kids, we were still having sex several times a week most weeks, and she was fairly adventurous in bed. She wasn’t opposed to role playing, would make sure she blew me a few times each time her period came and would even allow me to fuck her ass when she was in the mood for it. Now well the kids were younger, we would still have sex fairly regularly but it wasn’t always adventurous as is fairly common with parents with younger kids.

David Cums to Life, Part I of III

**D**avid knew Lilianna Ortega and her friend had coffee together roughly every Tuesday at 8:30 AM at Graziano’s. Through Graziano’s IG page he was able to find Lilianna’s IG, which she had left on public but didn’t post all that often. She had three kids. Whatever, he thought. Only one post with her husband, which made sense because he was definitely not a looker. Why was she with him? Money? Security?

One picture on Lilianna’s IG fashioned her in an slim off-the-shoulder marigold spring dress, laughing at what must’ve been the funniest joke she’d ever heard at some dumb fancy brunch party. Every now and then David would take an extra long afternoon break, go into the 4th floor bathroom and jerk his veiny member until he completed into some symmetrically folded toilet paper. He thought about fucking Lilianna in that marigold dress at that party: