Feed Me Your Cum

I’m your cumslut, daddy, and I need feeding tonight. I’m craving the taste of you on my tongue, lingering long after I swallow. Reminding me who I belong to.

I’m craving your cock too. Want to strip and crawl under your desk, naked. Want to try and play with you. I don’t care that you’re busy with an important task, because I’m so. Fucking. Hungry.

I know I’ll get punished after, but right now all I can think of is cock. I want to worship it with my hands and mouth, treat you like the god you are. And I your worthless sinner, tempting you to transgress with my slutty little body.

I’ll devour you, taking my time with every inch. Circle the tip with my tongue, then take big, long licks all the way up your shaft. Suck your balls, tongueing them to make you moan.

Then move back to the tip, running you over my lips, teasing myself. Beads of pre-cum smear them, and I lick it up eagerly, flicking my tongue over your cock just to make sure I’ve gotten everything. I would be a bad little whore if I missed anything, wouldn’t I?

Edging Through the 5 Stages of Grief, and Other Assorted Tortures (Mf, D/s, edging, impact play, rough sex)

He came in the door, bending to greet the dogs before standing to his full height to meet my eyes. He took his time looking me up and down, appreciating my tanned legs and short sundress. He closed the gap between us in three steps, leaning into me so I could feel his breath when he said “Upstairs, slowly.”

I walked slowly up the stairs in front of him while he lifted my skirt and watched; panties aren’t allowed unless he specifically requests them. When I almost got to the top stair, he pulled on my hair to make me stop. He pressed the small of my back to bend me over. I put my hands on the stairs in front of me and arched my back to present my ass to him like a good slut. His silent assessment made my body tense as I tried to anticipate his next move- am I going to feel a slap? A tongue? A finger? At long last he moved in behind me and started tonguing my ass. I shivered as I felt the gentle pressure in my most private area, darting in and out of my hole to coax a moan. His fingers entered my pussy as his tongue continued its assault, striking an unrelenting rhythm until my orgasm ungracefully buckled my knees. He laughed, but still offered no words.

I’ll be your companion and be free use

Hello, all. I’m hoping to make another companion and have a go at being free use for him. I’m not difficult to coexist with and love to ruin my companions. In my freetime I like to exercise, watch films, and play like 4 or 5 games. Physically, I’m expierenced and love to please. I like the flavor of cum and think things going in my butt is a happy time. I’ll be freeuse for yourself and I’m cool with a great deal of stuff, so have truly get into it and appreciate me. I’m fine with you cumming any place as well. In me, on me, in my mouth, in my clothing, any place you need.

reaction me If U are genuine and interested…….

The Massage Wand Tester – part 3/3 (F- solo, ehib, voy, con)

FUCK. Oh fuck, she thought. It was going to be so hard not to cum quickly. Her face contorted, trying to hold in the moans she wanted to make from the incredible feeling that the vibrations were giving her. The circular vibrator seemed to cling to every part of her outer cunt, and the pressure kept changing. It moved back and forth rolling around her clit.

She let out an involuntary moan, feeling like she’d lost control. The lesbian orgy scene still played in the background – women bent over, exposed eating each other out pussy to ass.

“Great response – begin the vaginal attachment.”

The dildo part of the machine was connected by a long wire which seemed to be extendable. One of the men pushed it into her now-desperate cunt with ease.

She felt full. Fuck, this was incredible. It was difficult not to forget she wasn’t alone – she wanted to ride it, thrust her hips back and forth, get it further up inside her.

“Rohan please put on the two four setting”

Tales from Starship Rimshot. THE GOSPEL OF SACRED JIZZ

**When the humans of Vega Prime heard, saw, tasted, touched and smelled the religious beliefs of the humans of Altarus V, almost one-fourth of the adult population took sacred vows and moved into monasteries.** The polyamorous civilization of Vega Prime already cherished and openly discussed all forms of human sexuality. (Children were often shyly embarrassed when their parents talked about oral sex at the dinner table.) As in some cities of ancient Rome and some 20th Century towns in Bhutan, erect phalluses decorated buildings and shop windows, erections rose tall in public squares, and sculptured vulva were seen most everywhere. Artistic renderings of both male and female genitalia were considered symbols of prosperity and good fortune.

Therefore, when the handsome priests and curvaceous **beautiful priestesses of Altarus V arrived entirely nude beneath shimmering iridescent robes, and preached the Gospel of Sacred Jizz**, few people resisted the new religion. Being told The Oneness, the Eternal Cosmos Itself, and all Gods and Goddesses blessed the lusty lifestyles of Vega Prime, the citizens of Vega Prime were predisposed sacred fucking, and the Gospel of Sacred Jizz was tasty icing on their philosophic cake.

Mommy’s self-care weekend: Part 1 [F] [Fsolo] [masturbation] [edging] [orgasm denial] [ruined orgasm] [toys] [hot tub] [dildo] [self-degradation] [shame] [exhibition]

I wind up on a self-care solo weekend after my BabyDaddy—who I’m not with—finds me stress crying one day shortly before the first birthday. I breakdown and tell him I’m overwhelmed and exhausted and so ready to wean, but even then I just never have any true alone time. Or not enough.

He’s a good father, good man, and ultimately a good friend. He insisted, as soon as I wean, that I take a weekend completely off.

*“Get away.”* He tells me, *“go to the mountains, go to the beach, stay in town just go, take time. Go. I’ll treat you for being such a good mommy.”*

So, a few weeks later, I go.

Not very far. A luxury hotel he insisted on splurging on, about 20 minutes away in the city.

I’ve packed some comfy sweats; a swimsuit; a pair of jeans and a t-shirt; and one fuck-me dress that I don’t know where I plan on wearing it to or if I’ll even look remotely attractive in it—self-conscious about my post baby body.

I also pack some books and my laptop. And literally every sex toy I own 😈.

Amnesia Was The Best Thing To Happen To My GF [M/F/F] Part 19

*** ***Chris*** ***

I damn near tipped the chair over. That’s how my day is going to start I guess. Bella and Alana are still sound asleep, and I’m feeling mighty thirsty and I walked out and into the kitchen. There’s two empty glass in the sink. Who the… really? I washed the glass and looked in the fridge.

“Morning,” I hear and I immediately knew who it was.

“Morning, Dean,” I said and he immediately punched my arm, but then he kind of recoiled. Huh, did his punch get weaker or something?

“Damn, bro, you’re been working out?” I shut the fridge door and he got a better look of my shirtless body, “Holy shit, you really have been working out.”

“We’re really starting this now? At this time?” I said in exasperation. Dean and I are only a year apart and looking at him and how much he’s starting to slip up on his body, I’m feeling a bit more confident that I can take him if we start having our fights again.

He laughed and backed down with a dismissive wave. I grabbed a bow and poured myself some cereal and a bit of 2% Milk and dug in.

A Nationwide Drought Means Family Bath Time [Part 2] [Incest][M/F][F/F]

**It was time for another bath for my sisters, my mom, and I.**

After a national water shortage, we had to be *very* stingy about water consumption. To relieve some of the waste brought upon by individual showers, my mom decided a family bath time would fix the issue. However, letting four adults get naked and share a bath together came with its own set of “problems”.

“Jack!” my sister Emily said, giggling. “Stop rubbing that hard thing in between my ass and actually wash me!”

“I’m not, it’s just hard leaning into you without it sliding in.” I replied.

I promised I’d wash her back, but I kept getting hard when she turned her back to me.
It was hard not to be aroused with her big ass directly at dick level. She was bent over slightly, her arms at the edge of the bath. Her perfect butt was sticking out, giving a little wiggle to taunt me. She loved teasing me, but I loved teasing back.

The art of love

Ovid wrote the art of love

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Confessions of a Mistress and Her Maids [Chapter 1] [M/F][Feminization]

[Vernon]

I confess that, as I watched the carriages from just beyond the hedge, I too was surprised by the well of emotions that stirred within me. I found myself standing there, empty eyed, staring as the long train of horse drawn buggies pulled out off the courtyard, filled with excited servants and their luggage. All of them tailed after the most elegant, ivory white, freight which led the procession.

Within, I imagined my parents; their eyes not glued back at home, at me, but their minds no doubt. One could almost chuckle as they pictured Mother biting her thin nails, anguished to leave me behind, while father, ever stoic, privately revealed her anxious maternal worries – which he found so very cute in his beloved. They were nothing more than empty anxieties after all. There wasn’t any real worry in leaving their 19 year old son behind after all. He was far more a man than boy any longer (as far as they knew).

Inside, I was ecstatic. Though, also, very anxious. And, just a tad bit sorry to my sister – who’s housewarming I’d chosen to neglect. Frankly, I was a lot of things.