Fucking my Friend (f/f/m)

It started out normal. We were just chilling, sitting on the couch and watching movies, eating pizza, just hanging out. We had always been friends, maybe a little closer than friends should be, but friends nonetheless. There had always been a little bit of tension between us, a part of each of us had always been curious about what the person they had sleepovers with, gossipped about boys with, hell, even showered with on occasion, tasted like. What it would feel like to kiss her, to be inside of her, how tight she would be, how electric it would be. Now, she was on my lap, and we were kissing like there was no tomorrow. I was holding her ass, she had a handful of my hair, and it was amazing. He sat behind me, staring at us, watching us, and I knew that he was getting harder and harder by the second. I moved my hands up from her ass to the bottom of her shirt, and slipped my hands underneath. I rubbed my fingertips up and down her back, feeling her breathing get heavy on my mouth. I was so scared that she wouldn’t want this, but she had. She had wanted it for as long as I had, and I was driving her just as crazy as she was driving me. I ran my fingers over the hooks on her bra, and considered unhooking them, but decided not to. Not yet. I kept rubbing her back, just barely touching her skin, every so often slipping my hand under the waistband of her pants. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore, I needed to get her shirt off, I needed to see her tits. To feel them. To touch them. I needed them. I grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up, pulling her closer to me at the same time. I broke away from her for the second that it took to pull her shirt over her head, and it seemed like an eternity. As soon as her head was out of the shirt, her mouth crashed onto mine, and her hands were making their way to the bottom of my shirt. She pulled it over my head and pressed her body into mine as our lips met again. I could feel her nipples pressing against my chest, her bra was thinner than I had thought. I pulled her body into mine even harder, and I unhooked her bra. As I did, I heard a zipper. I glanced over to him, he had his pants down to his knees, and I could see his hand moving under his boxers. He was enjoying what he was seeing.

How I Became a Cuckold – Pt 10. How you show a slut wife you love her

I knelt there, naked except for a pair of her panties, beside our bed, in our bedroom, as Tim, the man who had just fucked my wife, groaned and thrust his whole body into her one last time. He laid heavy on top of her. I could see their bodies pressed together, her breasts against his chest, as he breathed in and out, still kissing her neck and shoulder.

He lifted himself up off her a bit, looked in her eyes, and smiled. “You were a very good girl for me. And you said it was too big! Silly… it fit just fine.” She laughed and he kissed her slowly, intimately. I knew he had just emptied his balls deep inside my wife, and her pussy was still wrapped tight around his 9” cock. He moved in her just a few more times, enjoying her body, her warmth, her tightness, and then slowly pulled out of her. It seemed to take forever, and she made a little disappointed whimper when he fell out.

The Christmas Party [M/F]

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My supervisor placed a box on, what would now be my new desk. It was on another level to where I’d worked, for a majority of my time, at the company. I was being promoted but it felt more like I was being isolated from my colleagues.

“You’re here with the big boys now” said Matt, my supervisor. The new level had the reception desk, conference rooms and two offices, One for a CEO of our company and the other for Luke, his right hand man. A personal assistant scuttled around for the beginning of the day and then left in the early afternoon. Mel was professional, always wearing slacks and a button up shirt and flat shoes, as to not cause distraction. But I knew that I had been chosen to be on this level.

The cogs started turning after the first christmas party I attended, I had only been at the company for a matter of weeks when they had their annual xmas party. It involved a nice dinner and then wine taste testing, followed by a bar tab for the more rowdy employees.

Out for a drive

Trigger warning – rape, non-con

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There she was, sat at roadworks in the middle of nowhere. I’d seen her leave home, but, using the van, I was struggling to keep up with her car. Andy and I had been driving past her house when she pulled off her drive, nearly causing me to hit her.

I pulled up behind her at the red light and tapped the back of her car. I got out and walked to the driver’s door.

“I am so sorry, I didn’t see you at the lights.” I said.

“You fucking prick, what the fuck were you doing?” She said.

She got out the car, Katie was 5ft 6, blonde, petite with 30B tits. She was delicious. She was wearing black leggings and a white crop top. It was the height of summer so I was a little disappointed that she didn’t have a skirt on, but the leggings made her legs look great.

“I have my insurance in the van, if you want to exchange them.” I said.

Katie wasn’t falling for that line.

“I’ll wait in my car, you can bring them to me.” She said.

Emily’s first public masturbation [F/M]

Today was the day, Emily was determined to cum outside of her house. Just thinking about cumming where she wasn’t supposed to got her moist. She had thought of going to a movie and masturbating in the back of the theatre but she wasn’t sure that would be public enough. Next she thought about going to the mall and taking clothes into a change room, getting fully naked behind a curtain and cumming there. She had watch so many videos online of women doing that and always came herself while watching them. This was exciting but she didn’t think it was risky enough. Finally she thought she would go to the public library. She was sure she would be able to find a spot in there that would give her some privacy but was also somewhat in the public eye.

The next thing on her list was how she was going to get herself off. Would she bring her trusty rabbit? No, it would be too visible if someone walked by. She figured her remote control vibrating egg might just do there trick.

Dacryphilia [m/f][fsub]

“I want you to brag about your cunt.” His hand is on his cock, and I’m naked, my legs spread open towards him with my fingers inside me.

As a slave in sex and a Nice Girl in life, bragging is not something I’m used to doing. It’s better for me not to overthink, so I ask for guidance. “I don’t know how. When guys brag about their cocks, they talk about how big they are. I guess girls would brag about tightness? Can you give me some lines?”

“Say, ‘I’m proud of my strength.'”

“I’m proud of my strength.” Obedience is immediate, and so are the tears. “I’m proud of my strength.” It feels like a mindfuck. I’m pretty sure he’s talking about my articulated vaginal muscles, toned from the years of kegel exercises he’s ordered. But owning my own strength and self-esteem is something we actively work on in me, and it hits different when I’m fucking myself, when he’s fucking me.

My cunt and heart are directly connected.

“What are you thinking?” he asks as I continue to cry. My fingers pump slowly, feebly in and out as I’m overwhelmed with soul-deep spiritual understanding: I’m an ourobuoros, a self-containing cycle of generation and rebirth.

But what I hadn’t been thinking about until now was his mom Pt 1

I had just got back into town after my first year of college. I hadn’t seen Ray in quite some time since we got into different schools. I had been thinking about him a lot since he was my best friend, but what I hadn’t been thinking about until now was his mom. I had only barely knocked as the door opened. There she was leaning in the door frame. She was tall and curvy. Her body stuck out in just the right places. Her red hair came down in waves around her face complimented by rosy cheeks and amber eyes. Her lips were bright red. She had little freckles that looked like they were hiding. She was squeezed into a tight white tank top that looked like it could burst open at any minute, not to mention the bra she wasn’t wearing. Her blue jeans looked a bit too tight showing off her curves and leading you to her bright white feet in flip flops. Her toe nails were painted red. She spoke softly.

“Can I help you?” I froze in place.

Masterpiece [FF]

Chapter 1: The introduction

The sun blinds the young girl as she opens her eyes from sleep. She wakes to find herself not in her bed and in a place unfamiliar. The girl jumps up in fright to try to understand what is happening and comes to find out she doesn’t have clothes on. The thing that frightened the small girl the most however is that there was someone who she does not recognize asleep next to her. She pulls the covers back a bit to see if she can get a better view of the strangers face. Bit by bit, the night before becomes clearer as she sees more of the person’s face. “What did I do?” is all that the girl can muster as the events of last night come back to her.

Mira Zone, a college sophomore from the southern United states. She worked really hard to get into her dream school and now that she is there, she learns the unkind realities of being an adult. Living alone is hard enough but living in the west makes it much harder. She works as a server to get by and pay for necessities but she always just barely makes ends meet. That’s when in fleeting conversation, a friend gave her the idea to seek out a sugar daddy. Or sugar mama if she could find one. They are very popular lately and what could go wrong. She has to send a titty pic to some old guy for $100 bucks? Who could pass that up?

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