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Poker game night

You invited your friends and coworkers to a poker game tonight. All of you are sitting at the large table. You got me anchored on the floor, right in the middle of the table.

I’m naked, a blindfold on my eyes, a ring gag keeping my mouth open, drool on my chin. You put an anal hook in my ass because you think it needs more training. You linked it to a rope that goes through my collar and is anchored to the floor. Every time I move forward, the hook goes deeper in my ass and my collar chokes me. No pleasure without pain. Your favorite. Mine too.

“Long time no see, pet” Read more »

When You Watched Me Fuck the Dragon Lady [MFm]

A short tale, filled with passion.

>I never understood why you called your wife The Dragon Lady until I saw her pussy tattooed with the dragon’s face. Sticking my hard cock into the dragon’s mouth was intimidating,

https://rockyshores.medium.com/when-you-watched-me-fuck-the-dragon-lady-4ae5454709cb

A Very Hot Kitchen. F/M

One day when I was dating my ex, he asked me to visit him, his parents had gone for a walk. We were talking playing everything normal and I asked him, let’s prepare the food, I asked him for a flannel so as not to dirty my clothes… it all started, we ate, we set up the food and when we are in the kitchen he starts touching my buttocks, he squeezes them tighter and tighter that’s making me hotter and hotter. He puts his big hands inside the flannel, squeezing my breasts, making me much more excited. The moment he grabs me hard, he mounts me on the counter, he takes off my panties, he begins with an oral that oh my God, I wish he would stay there stuck, after a few minutes he begins to Penetrate me and give me hard like a dog those organs leave my legs trembling. Finishing up to clean up a bit, his mom called, who was on her way, hehe, luckily, we had already finished, what a pity with my in-laws if I arrived at the right time, right now single I really like touching myself alone.

[MF] — I [32M] met a Cougar [47F] on my train ride to work… and a week later came in her pussy.. and intense orgasm

I wanted to share my first time with one of my best sexual partners – my past FWB Lisa, a hot corporate cougar.

I want to start off the story with the pickup, date, and then sex. But if you are anxious to read the goodie part about sex, you can skip to the part where is says ***”The Sex”.***

**The Failed Pickup**

For a few months, I had to take the train to work. It was a long commute that lasted one hour. So I often had a book with me to read. I had to make a transfer to take the route to work.

One such Friday, I distinctively remember it was a December. I boarded the train. It was early in the morning, just before 8am. The train wasn’t packed, but there were no seats. I didn’t mind standing by the doors to read my book.

As I was reading my book, I noticed a pair of hot legs across me. My eyes naturally and immediately went there. A woman was wearing a skirt, and I could see part of her shiny white thighs. Read more »

M/F: An Encounter with my petite, lithe and slim step-daughter (part1).

This is a genuine account of an encounter with my stepdaughter. She is a very slim girl, with a highly toned, almost muscular body; she has straight, silken light brown hair and the brightest green eyes. I had always suspected that she way bi -sexual as most of her friends had been girls….

She came downstairs after her bath. I assumed she was going out- she looked stunningly beautiful and sexy. She was wearing a body tailored, green silken blouse which hugged her upper body, her wonderfully pert tits clearly visible, the buds of her nipples pressed against the material. Her top has a sheen which accentuated her movement. This was accompanied by the tightest pair of black vinyl, pvc jeans which hugged her legs, each movement of her hips reflecting the light of her thighs and ass. (She told me in the past she always wanted to wear something like this but never had the courage.) Her movement was accentuated by the thigh length leather boots and the height of the heels. Read more »

MMFF? I think? An AI generated story from Inferkit.com with a surprise twist at the end.

Samantha woke up feeling horny, her hand drifted between her legs and she began to masterbate.

Thinking of Brian and how much she wanted to put her pussy in his face, she began to squirt onto her fingers.

It was then that she heard the first set of feet.

She was frozen as her fingers went from her pussy to her mouth.

Her pussy felt warm and wet and her fingers were covered with a thin film of her thick cream.

‘Phew, that was close’, she thought as she realized the footsteps were no longer in the hallway but were coming from the bedroom.

This made no sense, in the house they only had two bedrooms; it would have to be someone in the spare room, which was next to the bathroom.

As the feet got closer she saw the figure.

It was Brian, naked and masturbating.

He watched her as she slowly raised her finger to her mouth and licked her hand clean.

‘What is going on?’ she thought as she watched him.

He couldn’t know what was going on in her mind; she could feel a slight stirring between her legs. Read more »

Dancing Queen Ch. 2: Casual Relationship [M/F]

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=== ***Queen*** ===

I’ve been looking for him, waiting. It’s been a couple of weeks since that night, and my pussy aches for him. Sure, I’ve had a couple of VIPs, but every time I perform for them, I picture him there. Every time they fuck me, I imagine his Herculean cock thrusting into me. It worked for a bit, and I was able to trigger, or actually trick, my brain into believing it’s him. That it’s his cock inside of me. His girthy, veiny manhood. I actually came a couple of times. But as time went on, it got harder and harder. I need a fix. I needed him.

I still haven’t let anyone else cum inside me, or kiss me, other than Bryn.

Every time I’m on the stage, I look over the crowd, expecting to see that button up shirt, black rimmed glasses, and khaki pants. Every night, I am disappointed, and I force myself to perform.

Depression finally sets in, and the realization that I’ll never see Bryn again became more and more real. I took a week off from stripping, its actually not hard because we are able to freely work whenever we want. It’s actually liberating! Read more »

[M/F] lonely gurl

I wrap my fingers around your shaft and slowly stroke you. I look up and see your mouth slightly open, your breath caught in your throat, again. You’re leaning back against the door to steady yourself. Perfect. I lean forward and slowly lick upward over the head of your cock. You let out a loud sigh of relief. I think maybe my tongue feels better than you expected. That’s it. Don’t you dare look away, fucker. Watch me. Watch me suck your cock. I want you to see just how a perfect blow job is supposed to go. Don’t you fucking dare look away.

I flick my tongue out over the tip of your cock, then slide downward over the ridge in the front. With added pressure, I swirl my tongue around the head. Your cock still in my fist, I feel it grow even harder. I lick my way down the length of your shaft. Harder still. Oh yeah, you’re gonna explode down my throat, I can feel it already. I suck around the base, then lick downward further to your balls. I lick across them and feel them twitch beneath my tongue. I flick my tongue rapidly across you then quickly suck your balls past my lips. I feel you tense. I think I’m on the right track. I roll your balls off my tongue, flicking, sucking them deeper into my mouth. I bite down lightly and look up at you. Still tense, but a smile creeps across your lips. Giving up a little control’s not so bad, now is it? Read more »

Cursed, part one (fm)

I can’t believe the way this old woman is staring at me. I’m used to people staring at me, but it’s unusual for an old woman to be leering at me the way she is. What is she even doing in a nice bar like this? She looks like she should be muttering to herself while feeding pigeons in the park.
She approaches me slowly but with confidence, never breaking eye contact.

“Pretty girl, gotta boyfriend?”

I recoil slightly, confused. Is she hitting on me?

“No,” I reply with a bit of an attitude.

“How come why not?” she asks and I notice an accent, perhaps Eastern European.

“I dunno,” I say, feeling a weird vibe from her.

“You should get a boyfriend, before you’re all used up.” Read more »