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That One Night [MMFF] [Straight Sex] [Group Sex] [Interracial] [Busty] [Huge Boobs] [Huge Ass]

It started so simply, well, what I thought was simple. Harris and I had become best friends over three years. We lived apart from each other in a large condominium on the beach. Two minutes from our front door and we were in the water.

We both loved to surf and be very active, so it was only natural that we became friends instantly. That was how things started to escalate. The only difference between us was that Harris liked to party. He loved to go the clubs and party all night. On the other hand, I wanted to stay in for the night and play video games or watch movies.

Harris came home one day bragging about this woman named Grace. He didn’t stop talking about her. He would talk about it when we went to the beach and when we went for our runs. For over two weeks, it was the same thing over and over.

I had a picture of Grace in my head, and as much as he talked about her, I was sure I was close to knowing what she looked like, from her long blonde hair hazel eyes. She stood just under five-foot-eight. Her hair came down past her shoulders and nearly touched her ass. Which Harris said was huge, along with a pair of how Harris described as massive boobs. Read more »

Opening up Chapter 1 [F/F] Some [M/F]

It was a pretty normal Friday night Mark had just gotten off work and I had already made plans to go over to our friends Jane and Ken’s house for dinner. Even though we are just going over to a friend’s house Mark and I like to get a little dressed up. He always wears a polo and nice jeans and I like to wear a short muted yellow and floral sundress, but underneath that I have bright red laced panties. Every time Mark and I go out I wear a pair of kegel balls. Mark will tease me throughout the night and every time they move it drives me crazy. As we walk out the door Mark slaps my ass making my pussy sneeze down on the balls. They push against my g spot as I fight back the urge to moan.

“ I like that dress” he says with a wink as he jumps in the car. This is going to be a long dinner. I was horny long before he got home and a night at the fiends can go a little late. Read more »

Gemma’s unfortunate encounter Part two [MMMM4F]

By the time she got home, her heart was beating so fast she thought it was going to explode in her chest. She ate her dinner and headed for the tranquillity of her bedroom with the card tucked safely in her purse. She pulled it out. Her mouth was dry. If she rang him what was she to say? Hello? Or What’s the craic? Aw she just didn’t know. All she knew was that she had to ring it. To see if it was a real number. She dialled and it began to ring. It rang and rang and eventually went to voicemail. Ah shite.. She knew it was to good to be true. As she sat there a little deflated she pondered on what might have been. Then out of the blue, her phone buzzed. It was him. A flutter in her stomach and she answered, hi Darragh how are you? Hiya Gemma thank God you rang. He got talking to her like he knew her all her life. She felt at total ease. They talked for ages before he finally asked if she fancied going to a house party with him tomorrow night. She said she would but had nothing to wear. Darragh being Darragh said not to worry. He’d drop money into her tomorrow to grab an outfit while on her lunch break. She reluctantly agreed and they said goodnight to each other.
Next morning she was happy working away when it Darragh called in with the money. They talked briefly and Darragh give her a kiss and as he did he pinched her bum. She liked it. Seven o clock. Be ready. That day her mind was awash with fantasies. Both romantic and sexual. When the text message read outside, she said good evening to her mother who sat in a half soaked haze watching Fair City on the tv. You look gorgeous Gemma. Love the outfit. She was wearing a nice floral dress in blue and navy and of course brand new matching Primark pants and bra.
The party was in Croom in a private residence. What Gemma didn’t know was that there where very few women there. Five or six at the most. When they pulled up she touched her lipstick up and surveyed the converted barn. It was complete luxury. When they got in, Darragh introduced her to lots of men, with the few women that were there looking on, smirking. As Darragh talked to one of his associates he asked Gemma to get him and her a drink. She innocently asked him how she looked to which he replied stunning with a leering grin, but Gemma didn’t even see it. She just wanted this dream to continue. As she walked away to get the drinks, she could hear him laugh. Darragh wasn’t studying Gemma the way another man might on a first date. He wasn’t interested in her body. No. All he was interested in was her mouth and particularly her throat. Could she last the pace. They’d soon find out.
A couple of drinks later she could feel them. Some of his friends were very touchy while they all talked. Between rubbing her neck and back to even groping her bum. But it was grand. She definitely felt less inhibited and more free tonight. Must’ve been the alcohol. With this Darragh leaned over and asked her would she fancy somewhere quiter. She agreed, unfortunately all the bedrooms were taken, so he said go up to the upstairs toilet. It wasn’t the main bathroom but a basic functioning toilet cubicle as an extra to the property. She set off a little apprehensive and climbed the spiral staircase. She finally found it and entered put the seat down and closed over the door. Then after what seemed like an eternity a knock, it was himself. She remained seated, leaned forward and unlocked the door. As she opened it she could see the bulge of his cock through his slim fit tailored trousers. He smiled. But not a nice smile. She was scared now, but knew what she had to do. After all she was lucky he even spoke to her. She’d sucked a cock before, and knew the lad had used her. Johnny Keaveney boasted after how she’d give blowjobs for nothing, so this was looking like another situation of been used. At least it was with Darragh Mulvaney, a successful property developer and not Johnny, a waster from the moyross.
Darragh said in a stern voice, you know why we’re all hear ? All? Who’s all she thought? Anyway she said yes. So get on your knees and take my cock out and get to work. The floor was a rough cold tile. She leaned forward and unzipped his trousers. His cock sprang out and she smelt his pre cum. He grabbed her violently by the right ear and literally rammed his rock hard member in her mouth and down her throat. She gagged with the shock but went to work as best she could. He then changed his rhythm and placed his two hands on the wall behind her and started to fuck her mouth and throat really violently. Saliva and vomit was coming out of her mouth. She couldn’t breathe. He didn’t care and told her she was there to serve him and everyman at the party. He shouted at her did she understand and she half nodded. Told her that no one wanted to fuck her. She was a munter and all she was good for was blowjobs. With this he started to groan and said before he cum, she better not waste a single drop and swallow everything he give her,she nodded again to acknowledge she understood and with that he groaned in an excitable tone and before she knew anything he was shooting his load down her throat, his hand behind her head for one final push. He pulled his limp cock out and then told her to clean it. When she finished he told her to clean herself up quickly. She had a long night ahead. Fintan was next and he had a full bag as he put it. He hadn’t cum in over a month and was ready to glaze her throat. She duly got some make-up wipes out and cleaned herself up. Now the door was open wide with a paper weight to stop it from closing. She looked up at Fintan and counted eight men behind in an orderly queue. Some of them were already hard watching her. Leering and licking their lips. Fintan said hurry the fuck up and get on your knees. Darragh was right, it was going to be a long night..

The Butler (Extreme age gap, spanking, watersports, MF)

This will be a multiple part story of naughty fun. Hopefully someone enjoys it.

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“Alicia, your father wants me to inform you that you are grounded until you go away to college,” stuffy old Bennet the butler informs me. “You are to stay in the house and only allow visitors that’s on an approved guest list. You may only attend  charitable events or parties where your family is invited.”

“What? this is bullshit, I’m eighteen, he can’t tell me what to do,” I cross my arms but really I want to hit someone. 

“He thought you might say that,” Bennet dryly says, “If you go against his wishes he’ll cut your access off to credit cards when you go away to college this fall and he will not pay for the lavish accommodations he had arranged for you.”

“Daddy is upset but he’ll get over it,” I scoff.  Read more »

Gemma’s unfortunate encounter [M4F]

Limerick was like every city in the world. Crime gangs, drugs and prostitution. Yep Limerick had it all. Not to be outdone by the likes of Dublin, Cork and Belfast in the north, Limericks savage unemployment rate was a scourge. That’s why Gemma was luckier than most. Luckier because she had a job. Now at thirty one and an only child she should have been settled in a relationship maybe even a home to call her own, but no. Not Gemma. Gemma was born a normal child but could not grasp her chance at education. She would’ve been in the remedial classes in school. The nuns would regularly beat her for given the wrong answer to a average question.
So here she was now. Working in town for a local grocery chain. She was never going to excel in life. But she was content. This was it and it was ok. Her father had died when she was a teenager. A massive heart attack at a local GAA match one Sunday afternoon. Her mother was, at the most ok but like Gemma had that slight vulnerability about her. A cruel saying would follow both of them, ” they’re not the full shilling ” or ” they’re touched “. Anyway back to that unfortunate encounter Gemma was about to have.
Darragh Mulvaney was it. He had it. The job, the fast car, the expensive clothes the lifestyle and of course the pick of the women. Along with good looks, confidence and the gift of the gab,Darragh was a successful property developer. Buying knocked down priced properties to rejuvenate them with a revamp and hefty price tag he was a shrewd boy. In his mid thirties now Darragh had no intention of settling down. In fact, quiet the opposite. Work hard and party hard was a favourite motto of his. But Darragh had a dark side. Mr Mulvaney like to control people. Vulnerable people. Not people like Caroline Hennessey, she was beautiful, successful in her own right and would have gladly married Darragh, but she was a strong woman. Independent and didn’t need a man to control her. No what Darragh Mulvaney wanted was someone soft. A willing participant in any of his sick perverted fantasies. Someone he could normalize his depravity to.
Gemma was in work as usual that day. Filling the shelves and fridges like she always did. So she wouldn’t have noticed Darragh that day. But he noticed her and he had a savage dose of the horn. He’d been up all night watching vanilla, inter racial, bdsm and even gay porn just to get himself off. Gemma stood out like a sore thumb. Her uniform was dusty and way to small. Her polo shirt had shrunk because of the tumble dryer was the way she dried it. Her work trousers were a size to small. Her white fleshy belly could be seen sitting over the waist band. The knees of her trousers were shiny from constantly been on her knees stacking lower level shelves and she constantly wiped her dusty hands on the bum of them. She was perfect thought Darragh. He approached Gemma and asked if they accepted card as payment knowing fine well it was a city centre location, of course they would.
He then got speaking to her. The usual small talk. How long had she been working there? ,Did she like it? Did she have a boyfriend? That’s right. Mulvaney wasn’t wasting any time. To him, she was dim and easy. By the end of the conversation he’d handed her his swanky card with his number and told her to call him. Maybe they could go out for a date. Invite a few friends. By the time he’d left, Gemma’s head was spinning. Her face was flushed with guilt. She wasn’t used to this sort of attention, especially from a man wearing a tailored to perfection suit. This was the stuff of dreams. She couldn’t wait to get home. Get home and phone the number on the card. Work couldn’t finish quick enough today..things were finally starting to look up for Gemma. A handsome successful go getter had asked her out, her, Gemma Keane the shop assistant..

The pool party of our lives [FF] [wetlook]

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In the following days, after Anna and I had kissed during our clothed swim, our every interaction has become awkward.

It almost seemed like both of us were putting in immense effort to avoid talking about what happened, despite the fact that neither of us took it badly. I was confused — I kissed her, and she kissed me back, but after we had returned to the hotel, we never talked about it again. Perhaps it was just too embarrassing for the both of us, causing us to pretend like nothing happened.

At least that’s what I thought.

The following days were too cold for swimming, so we spent them mostly in boredom. Then, Ivonne learned there would be a party at the resort, and we needed no convincing to go. This was far from anything formal, but she really insisted we wear something nice, so I perused my luggage for the only dress I brought – black, slim, with crew neck and sleeves down to my elbows, and a knee-length circle skirt. After putting on my stockings I realized I didn’t bring any heels either, so I just put on my converse sneakers. Read more »

Park transgressions [FM] [Soft NC]

It was out of her own will that she sat in the park bench across his, wearing no undergarments to their first date. It had been a bold decision, even coming out to meet him, an internet stranger. Would he take advantage of her presence? Would he cross her lines? Was this all a bad idea?

She sat in front of him, her legs bare below the hem of her short skirt, part of her fantasy she had confessed, not his. Her white shirt, a bit tighter than she remembered it, pressed against her otherwise bare breasts. She looked at him with curiosity; he was more handsome in the flesh than in the pictures he had sent her.

Her dress code might have indicated complete openness, but he knew better than that. Anyone else would find her reticence uncharacteristic for a young woman who had eagerly shared the contents of her depraved mind with an internet stranger. Like life itself, she was full of contradictions. She did not want to commit sin, but she basked in his infinite attention. She believed in staying pure for marriage, but she had never stopped her fingers from going inside her during their chats. She had long fantasized of creampies and gangbangs, but in practice never gone beyond a kiss. Read more »

A mother-in-law’s unexpected journey Part two [M4F]

Bernie had six of a family in total. All scattered across the country with lives of their own. Sean, Mary and Sorcha were in Dublin and Siobhan in Donegal. Sean had left years ago after his first posting in Dublin as a garda, got married and had two sons. He’d stayed in the capital with the job but moved to the usual commuter belt village in Kildare. Mary was a midwife in the Rotunda maternity hospital with many years experience and Sorcha was a national school teacher out in Swords. Mary was married to Seamus and Sorcha to Liam. Both were good husbands to her daughters as was Clare a good wife to Sean. The youngest girl Siobhan was in Letterkenny working in one of the local banks and engaged to Eoin, the son of a wealthy Donegal contractor who worked every hour God sent.
The phone rang. Bernie snapped out of her daydream and went over to the sideboard in the hall. Them sideboards every Irish house had with the family photos on top of. It was Niamh. She sounded a bit off. Bernie listened as Niamh explained she had to go into the rehabilitation unit up in Dublin for some intense physio. They weren’t happy with the progress she was making and would be keeping her there for the full week. Niamh worried about Padraig, while handy about the house, he couldn’t boil a spud or make a dinner. Bernie would keep him dinner everyday. I’m away in the morning first thing. Padraig and her were leaving first thing so she’d talk to her maybe tomorrow evening.
They reached Dublin at half nine and Niamh insisted he leave straight away. No point in hanging around here. There was no facilities in the rehab unit. Not even a vending machine. So after saying goodbye Padraig set off. On the way home he thought of Bernie. Yes Bernie, his mother in law. His wife’s mother. Thought of her in a certain way. Dressed in certain clothes and having an intimate encounter. Jesus he could feel his cock stir in his jeans. He stopped by with Bernie to give her the low down on how things were. When he got in she said do you fancy a cuppa and of course he said yes. Never refused the tae was his words. She was back to her granny type pinafore skirt thing today. That was enough to kill any man’s hard. Ah well, maybe he’d be better going home to wank off into a pair of Niamhs knickers.
Him and Bernie talked for a while. But they both seemed to sense something was, let’s say different. Again her eye’s never left his when they did talk. In a way she enjoyed the brush of his hand on her bum yesterday. It was a little exciting. They got onto the subject of yesterday by way of mentioning Joans funeral. Padraig got brave. He mentioned how well she looked yesterday. Bernie mentioned in what way. He couldn’t put his finger on it but said she just did. Padraig was a child of the seventies. He grew up with women dressing in a certain way. On tv, at home was American soaps and action shows filled with these strong women. Bernie sensed it was the trousers. She was right. Padraig loved the look of them and the feel of them. Now she knew what made him tick. Padraig got up and she was sure he adjusted his crotch. She felt guilty but could not help herself. I’ll be around in the tomorrow with a bit of dinner if that’s ok. He thanked her and left.
It was three o clock and Cahir was still sleeping. She cooked bacon ribs and cabbage for dinner. Bernie was in the bedroom deciding whether or not to change before she went around. She opened the drawers and pulled out a nice pink jumper and unhooked her black polyester trousers from Dunnes Stores of their hanger and got dressed. Jesus was she wise? Her sick daughter up in Dublin and here she was, flirting with her vulnerable husband. Ah sure it was harmless fun. Nothing was going to happen anyway. Once he opened the door she knew she had acquired a special power. A power only a strong woman could have over a weak man. Bacon and cabbage Padraig. Your favourite according to Niamh. It is Bernie. His eyes fixated on her body. Looking her up and down he was excited in more ways than one. She put the dinner down and said are ye not making tea? He wasn’t listening really. He just wanted a way to get close to her without being to obvious. He then acting like the predatory male decided to give her a hug to thank her for the dinner. She embraced him. As he hugged her he pulled away and let his hand slip all the way down her back and across her bum. It felt good through her trousers. They were tight around the bum and she felt everything. His hard pressed against her inner thigh. Jesus it felt good. He loved the feel of her in the tight trousers. They both new that there was no going back now. A line had been crossed. No point in not exploring each other. He went to the front door and placed the snip on. They both went up the stairs silent and excited. In some kind of despairing way as to not disrespect Niamh, they went into the spare room.
He closed the door. They both stood there. He then started to kiss Bernie. Jesus he wasn’t messing around. She felt his tongue in her mouth. His hands never left her bum. He stroked and rubbed and caressed it through her tight trousers. Fuck they felt sexy as fuck to touch. Her hole was nice and firm for a woman of her years. He unfastened the hooks and buttons on her trousers, then the zip and he felt them slide down her thighs. He then he placed his middle finger inside her wet fanny. She was fucking soaking. They got on the bed and she in turn took his jeans off. She put her hand on his cock. She could feel the heartbeat in it. Thick and veiny. Veins like plastic straws running all over it like a messed up road map. She wondered what it would taste like. But not now. Bernie wanted it inside her. Her only regret was her chewing gum grey cotton breifs. Fuck they were a passion killer. He yanked them off and whispered in her ear are you ready for this? She just nodded innocently. Then she felt it’s tip at the entrance. She tingled with excitement. Then without warning he pushed it in. Jesus it was sore. It hurt bad. Was he big or was she just tight? Either way it hurt. She told him to go easy so he duly obliged. She then relaxed as he went to town. Slowly deeply. Fuck it was good to feel a man again. To feel a hard cock. So it was a bit of a disappointment when Padraig face became contorted and he started to groan and then exclaim it’s coming. I’m going to cum and with that Bernie felt the hot cum shooting up her cunt. It was pleasurable but she had to admit it gave her more pleasure to know that she now had a certain power over Padraig. She knew his weakness and she loved it. What woman wouldn’t? The day’s ahead didn’t seem so dreary and boring now.

New to Reddit. My husband and I write short erotica to each other as ways to explore new things.

Hi everyone. Hopefully I can post this here as it’s mostly stories and this post isn’t.

I wanted to say hi as I’m new to Reddit and joined for mum life / working mum advice and support but stumbled across the erotica sections.

My husband and I sometimes write short stories for each other as ways to try new things. It’s been good fun and kept things exciting.

I wondered if anyone else does something similar?

I (23f) snuck into the men’s locker room at my gym

It was 9:00pm when I walked through the entrance. I showed my membership card to reception and walked toward the women’s locker room. The gym closed at 12am and I knew of most of the regulars.

Most of us had attended classes together in the evening. They knew of me too, so I wasn’t worried about the moment they found me with my legs spread wide exposing my wet, tight pussy on the bench and a vibrator on my clit.

I’d contemplated this scenario long and hard (haha). I had my favorite powerful, pocket vibe in the side of my gym bag. I looked hot in the gym clothes I’d picked. A tight dark coral sports bra that pushed my 34C Breasts up and a pair of light coral leggings that accentuated my plump pussy lips and tight, full ass.

The idea itself had been hasty; an idea born from stuffing every one of my holes with some type of toy. I wanted it for real. Read more »