A Weakness Among Many

Her bare breasts fall against her body as she removes her clothing. So very exposed, for him, the perfect size and shape as he trails his fingers over them, finally cupping one and then the other in his palm. Her nipples, always so sensitive, immediately respond to the stimulation. She lays on their bed and simply awaits anything he’s willing to give her. He knows how much her nipples are a weakness and that his fingertips alone are torture; a torture she’s willing to endure for as long as he’s willing to provide.

A spark, that can’t help but spread from between her legs, begins to encourage a wonderful kind of yearning. He finally takes her nipple into his mouth, suckling and teasing with his tongue. This weakness showing its true nature as her moans and trembles begin to betray her counterfeit obstinance.

Chloe’s Addiction 11 [gangbang, public]

I basically did a vlog that evening. I thought it would be hot to tell all my followers about my sluttiness. I masturbated on cam as I described in detail how I got picked up and fucked in my lunch break. The only part I left out was the fact it was my brother, just to protect him.

I loved telling everyone how horny it made me letting the cum drip out of my ass onto my chair and skirt. I had made sure I was the last person to leave so I could sneak a photo of my cum stained seat. The comments went wild when I posted it. Quite simply, I was making a fortune from my camming. It was literally easy as fuck.

I spent the next morning at college day dreaming of creative ways to get kicked out of college. I didn’t need it. I made myself hornier throughout my last morning class. I was wearing short denim hot pants with a white crop top. My best choice though, was wearing my butt plug. I sat at the back and fidgeted throughout, feeling it tease my ass.

THE RIDE [gangbang, public,]

THE RIDE

You’re average Monday morning a school buss packed with kids of various ages all sitting in their clicks. The good kids in front, the sleepers in the mid, and the “naughty kids in the back”. We’re one senior in particular named Jason is well known.

A typical jock who’s only goal is to get in every girls pants. Larger than most at 6’5 with black hair slicked back. Long basketball nylon shorts a simple white t shirt and an aggressive attitude. Jason sits in his seat alone surrounded by his senior friends. Cracking jokes about his latest conquest. When it catches his eye a girl he never seen before. A new girl getting on the bus for her first big day in a new school as she walks down nervously looking for a seat. Jason checking her thin young body in a short wavy skirt black with a sexy little laced thong that Jason and his boys got a split second look at. A tight slipnot t short short hot pink hair and a sliver nose stud.

Back From College [MF, Incest, College]

“I can’t wait to come home and see you!” Marie squealed on the phone to her little brother. It would be her first time back home in almost two years. “You’ve grown a ton in the year I’ve been away at college!”

“I’m pretty much the same, sis.“ Nathan replied. Others thoughts occupied his mind, like how much his sister had grown in the last year. He never really noticed it before but she was so beautiful. Small in height and weight – 115 at most, blonde hair, she only came up to his chest, thin waist and C cup breasts (he’d done her laundry a couple of times when Mom asked him too). She even had a touch of six-pack abs on her stomach from her gymnastics days. Her best feature though, in Nathan opinion was her butt. She had an ass that guys loved – big, round and filled yoga pants like none other. Put a tight g-string on that ass and you’d have heaven.

Late at night before bed, she’d often wear short spanks from her cheer days, even when guests were over. Several of Nathan’s friends were often caught staring at her by Nathan, but only because he would be staring too.

[MF/FM] Swinging in Vegas [Exhibitionism] [Girl on Girl] [Partner swap]

_Reposted from my old a/c_

“Vegas, Baby!” I shout excitedly to my girlfriend, waving two airplane tickets in my hand.

“What? You got them? Fantastic!!” she responds, grinning from ear to ear.

This was the start of a holiday I will never forget. A journey into a world I never knew existed and made me open my mind to sex in a totally different way.

We’d booked a room in a hotel on the famous Vegas Strip, wanting to be at the centre of the attractions, casinos, showgirls, nightclubs that Vegas had to offer. My girlfriend has always been open minded about strip clubs and other, call it, seedier attractions so I knew we could explore Vegas without limits which made this trip even more exciting.

Having got unpacked and ready to go out, we had a couple of drinks in the hotel bar to warm us up. My girlfriend looked stunning in a black cocktail dress and high heels which contrasted against her long blonde hair. The barman proposed we had a custom cocktail with a glint in his eye, so we dutifully accepted. We drank them quickly but as they tasted as sweet as honey we even doubted there was alcohol in them, so had another round before setting out onto the Strip.

Art On Display

She stands in the middle of the room as people move about enjoying themselves. Her arms strung up above her, simultaneously showing the length of her body and pulling her breasts higher on her chest. The cold metal of the spreader bar attached to her ankles in stark contrast to her flushed skin. Poised between her lips, as if it always belonged, a ball gag to accompany her other accessories. Both breasts bearing jeweled, dangling nipple clamps combined with a matching clip, exposing her clitoris. Although small, each inspiring quite an elaborate atmosphere. The final piece to her wardrobe, her favorite of all his ties, a dark teal, silk fabric, secured over her eyes, magnifying her vulnerability.

Compliment after compliment quickly being shared as the party attendees stop to admire the room’s centerpiece. He stands and watches from afar as pride begins to well up inside of him. So many wishing they could touch what they can now only savor with their stares. He occasionally smiles to himself when hearing partners whisper of how they’d make use of her if given the opportunity. However, remarks and wishes remain bound among fantasy as the velvet ropes create a barrier to signify she is art on display or rather, his art on display.

From Neander to Natalie! Ch.1

#Gender bender tale

>I frowned a litte, as I sat there in my principal’s office. Mr. Kepler was continuously howling at me about my pernformance this year.This is stupid, I have no interest in these boring ass degrees , my dad left me millions to spend on myself. The only reason I’m studying is my mom. She forced me to go to school and finish this shit, to be a ‘better man’. I picked the tissue box from his table and wiped my face ignoring his boring rants, he snapped it out of my hand! And yelled me to get out.

Guys the old man is out of his mind. I’m sure y’all will lose your boner seeing his angry face. Well that’s expected, for things I did last night. Punched his son Kevin in the face, and broke his nose. He wasn’t a weakling himself, homie punched me back giving me a bleeding nose. But my last blow on his abdomen was enough for him to pass out. I know you are thinking I’m a bully. Well maybe you are right. But today, the reason for the fight was different. He was jealous about me being close to her chic! Awful man! She was flirting with me!

[F/FFMM] Naked and on display [public nudity] [bi] [freeuse]

It was the end of my first week at college. I’d really enjoyed meeting new people and enjoying the freedom after living at home for so long. My parents were particularly strict so they had rarely let me go out, let alone stay out after 11pm which generally meant I’d had to return home just as any night out got interesting.

I’d got to know a fantastic group of people in the Welcome Weekend and settled in to my classes, so I was looking forward to the house party that one of my friends had arranged. His older brother had a house just outside of campus and was away with his wife that weekend having offered the place for us to “let our hair down” after an exhausting first week.

Another of my friends drove a few of us to the house. On the way there was a lot of talk about drinking, partying, music and a game that I’d not heard about called “spin the bottle”. 

[MF] You Used Me

You used me.

I was your toy to bring pleasure to yourself.

My body tight to yours, poised at your entrance. Hands dimpling the flesh of your hips where I braced. Where I felt the rocking of your hips and the rhythm of that hand frantically making circles over your clit.

You used me.

Take me slow babygirl. Just let your body accept me. Your ass pushing back against me, hips slowly circling. Testing the pain threshold. Letting your body become accustomed to the pressure. Letting your body love it.

You used me.

Shoulders catching mine as we lay on our sides. Your back arching under the tension, breathless moans coasting across your lips.

You used me.

To reach that point. My words taking you over the edge, your ass clenching around me, hand slowing to a tempo matching the waves your breath was riding.

You used me.

But I had full control of the situation. Your pleasure was mine to give. Your freedoms were mine to watch. Your body was mine to coax.

You used me. But I let you.

[MF] The Power of Fantasy [Hot Wife Fantasy]

Created a new account to post this. Hope you enjoy!

“Tell me about your dirtiest fantasy,” my wife whispered into my ear as I sat at my desk.

“Honey…” I started, trying to figure out a way to let her down easy. “I need to get this work done for tomorrow.”

On any other night I would have played along, but tonight the unfinished spreadsheet for an important meeting flickered in front of my eyes on my laptop screen. If I didn’t get this work done there would be a good chance I would lose an important client. I felt bad because I had been too distant lately. I had been working way too much and I knew I was neglecting my wife’s needs, not that I wanted to, it’s just that I was under a lot of pressure. We hadn’t had sex for over a week and I knew it was all my fault.

“You must be hiding something naughty in that mind of yours?” she pried, rubbing her hand through my hair.

“Honey, I can’t tonight, I’m sorry,” I told her firmly, giving her a soft kiss on the cheek.