i woke up horny and my daddy isn’t next to me in bed so put my fingers in my mouth getting them all wet just to move them to my clit which i rub very quickly because i was desperate to cum i didn’t need much till my first orgasm of the day hit me and another just as i pinched my nipple with my other hand after that i lay there in bed my legs wide trying to catch my breath the combination of my wet pussy and the air was making me hornier than ever. i start playing with my nipples which made my clit throb so hard it felt like it had a heart it was so intensei started humping the air my hips were moving on their own i couldn’t help but moan and then i noticed the bed post at the edge of the bed so i inched my body close to it until the post was between my pussy lips getting coated with my juices and i start humping it up and down over and over again until i cum not noticing that you were standing in the door way watching me….
Category: sexystories
(30m) made my (18f) girlfriend’s father hear her getting fucked
Yeah. I fucked my girl in his house. I left the door open a little but even if I closed the door, he would still be able to hear it because she’s a screamer. It’s always been a fantasy of mine to fuck a girl while their parents listen. I made sure I fucked her good and rough so he hears how well his daughter getting fucked.
To be honest, I don’t like her dad. He is a bitch and he is annoying. Now he knows who her real daddy is.
At Home Work buddy AM
I poked my head to the door of your office.
Can I just sit in here and read? Let you keep me company today? I don’t want to disturb your work, just feel like hanging out.
A distracted nod and wave had me grinning to myself before I curled up in my favorite papasan style chair in the corner. Didn’t give another thought to anything but sunshine and my newest novel.
Half an hour after that, startled from deep in my story, your hand in my hair pulling my face to your cock. I just opened my mouth and you calmly pumped your hardening cock between my lips. My throat training is going slow at best, so you had me suck your balls as you jacked off on my face. I had swiped about 1/2 your load from my cheeks into my mouth when you told me to leave the rest.
Drying cum itches and you know I don’t like it, but I obeyed with minimal sulk.
(f)it to be tied
She had been planning it for a while now. Sasha knew her boyfriend’s birthday was coming up and she knew just how she was going to make it memorable.
Tomorrow was the day and she had everything needed for her plans. She was home alone and had it all laid out on the bed in front of her.
Rope, check. Blindfold, check. Gag, check. Noise canceling headphones, check. Satin sheets, check. Oh man, this was going to blow his mind. She had even made a cute little ‘use me’ sign to put on him for pictures while he was all tied up.
Sasha had shown some adventurousness in the bedroom before, but never taking anything this far. He was going to be so surprised!
She had a couple of hours before she had to do anything. The cable guy was scheduled to stop by and figure out what was wrong with the internet, her roommate’s little brother Steve was coming over to get the beer he had left in the apartment after their last party. Then, this evening, Sasha and her boyfriend were going to go out for dinner and a movie.
The time I got to third base with my moms best friend [Str8]
Years ago my moms best friend lived next store to us. She was half Hispanic and half white, she was not what I would call hot but she was still pretty.
The first time I noticed her, was one day I was in my backyard, I heard her open her sliding door and come out into her own yard. She was living with her boyfriend at the time and I heard him say to her “The toilets almost fixed” and she replied “I can’t wait that long”
I know I should not have, but I went over and peeked through the fence. Sarah (let’s call her that) was along and wearing a T-shirt with panties, she pulled off her panties and walked over to their lawn. She then stood and spread her legs then preceded to pee, she was facing me and this was the first time I had seen a woman’s nude butt or vagina, and I felt a tingle shoot through my penis. She finished and walked half naked back into her house, my penis was throbbing and so I reached down and unzipped, it only took three strokes before I came on the fence.
Ideas for “Quickies” [MF]
I’m working on a series of shorts called “Quickies.” Each chapter/installment stands alone and are more sex- and kink-driven scenes than full out stories. They will be character-driven but the idea is that they’re more about the situations and sex.
A way of explaining better might be to tell you all about some of the installments/kinks I have planned and will be playing with:
**Motel Sex/Prostitution:** A couple decides it could be fun to get a motel room and act out a prostitution fantasy. One that soon becomes more of a reality.
**Hairjob**: Stuck in quarantine, a girl decides she wants to get a haircut, but before then why not have some fun? She allows her boyfriend to use her hair as a cumrag until she feels like cutting it off.
**Wedding Dress**: A girl gets gangbanged in a wedding dress. She allows them to do whatever they want to the garment, intent on ruining it in every way.
**Degradation/Fat-Shaming**: A girl gets off on her once sexier sister having gained a bunch of weight, finally making her the hotter of the two after years of coming in second place.
[MF] The time I [M] fucked my cousin’s roommate [F] to Lost in Translation
It’s a long one, so scroll down to “Sex Time” if you’re eager.
My family has always thrown a summer cookout toward the end of August. About 40 to 50 people cycle in and out, mostly cousins, aunts, uncles. When I was about 21, my cousin, Stephanie, brought her friend from college around for the fun. They were both in an arts program in the city, and they were pretty cool to chat with, joke with, etc. My cousin is kind, but a bit serious; her friend, though, was really fun—sort of quiet, but sarcastic. Her name was Leah. She couldn’t have been an inch over five foot. She wore tight dark jeans and a really simple black shirt. The first thing I always think of when I think of Leah is her bright green eyes. Those eyes, amidst all that undergrad-art-student black and gray, were especially on display that afternoon.
Like I said, we chatted and joked for a bit—typical college communism and drugs stuff. I was trying to send signals her way, but I tend to be playful with everyone, so I can never really be sure if anyone notices the playfulness stepping into the territory of flirtatious. Likewise, I was getting good vibes from her back, but I was way too caught up trying to be clever to be sure how charged things were.
The Best we had [MF] [First-Person]
Chapter 1:
So, I have known this woman for about 5 years. Our school was the only reputed institution in my town, so kids carpooled their way to school. We used to live in the same neighborhood and thus, knew each other a bit and carpooled home everyday with other folks. She was the type of girl you’d have crushes on – quiet but cheerful. But since she was 3 years older than me, we were obviously just friends. I always found her attractive but never said anything. She eventually moved out for college and that was the end of it.
Until.. She lost her job in lights of recent events and came back home. My semester was over too and I was actually on my way back when we met each other at the airport. At first, I saw this gorgeous brunette walk past me so ofcourse I had to engage in a conversation. Eventually, I asked where she was off to and was quite elated when I found out she lived around my neighborhood. As we chatted a little more, we eventually recognised each other and shared a ride home. It was a fairly long drive and we caught up with each other along the way; it genuinely felt good to reconnect with someone after so long. At first, she was very skeptical about me being THAT scrawny little kid she hitched rides with back in highschool. To be honest, puberty did kick in hard for me – I am 6’1″ and on the university soccer team but back then, I was indeed a scrawny kid with dentures trodding in the halls of my highschool We reached our neighborhood and exchanged numbers and went our separate ways.
Anticipation Part 1 [MF] [oral] [Mdom]
My drive from work felt longer than usual, even though I sped most of the way. I had to undo my pants to give myself more room.
I pulled into my garage and turned off the car. I was anticipating what was waiting for me the entire day, but now it was time to be composed. I took an extra few minutes to calm down, and then I entered my house.
No one was there to greet me. I kicked off my shoes and made my way upstairs to my room. When I opened the door, I saw Zoey. She was kneeling on a pillow facing away from me. She didn’t react to the door opening and then closing behind me. Her wrists were handcuffed behind her naked back, and her ankles were bound together. She wasn’t wearing a thong, but her panties exposed the bottom of her ass.
I walked around to look at her from the front. She couldn’t see or hear me. Her long brown hair had hidden the blindfold when I was behind her, and under the blindfold that was wrapped around her ears and head were earplugs. I could feel myself losing composure as my gaze met her beautiful, full lips, and then moved onto her perky tits. I resisted touching her yet.
Control
It was my favourite bookshop, tucked away down a narrow alley just off the main shopping street. If you didn’t know it was there you would never have found it. A little gem known only to those who wandered from the usual retail route, the shop was nothing more than a permanently dusty window and a faded green door set into the burnished brickwork. No neon lights, no fluorescent BOGOF offers in the window, not even a sign above the door to indicate what lay behind it. But for anyone who turned the faded brass handle and stepped into the shadowy room beyond, a world of possibilities awaited.
I love books, and by extension I love bookshops. Doesn’t matter to me whether it’s one of the big chain stores or a smaller independent place – I just adore anywhere that offers me the chance to buy something new to read. You could say I’m addicted to the written word, amongst other things.
But this bookshop was one of a kind. Almost every other one I’d visited was well lit, with manicured displays, comfortable seats, defined areas for the various genres offered, coffee machines, fancy biscuits – I’m sure you know the type of place. Here, it was nothing like that. There was no attempt to enhance the ‘customer experience’ beyond offering them books to buy, and boy, the shop certainly did that.