My Bedroom Window (M 20) And Mrs. Bennette’s Bedroom Window (F 40)

**From part 1:**

“Jesus Daniel, oh fucking christ. I never came like that before. That was fucking amazing. I slid my finger back inside her pussy fingering her faster “JESUS DANIEL! OH FUCK I AM COMING AGAIN OH FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK! ” Leslie came and I withdrew my finger. Leslie’s body convulsed and stopped then convulsed again. Her thighs shook again. Then stopped. Leslie’s breathing was labored . “Holy fuck Daniel, I never had multiple orgasms before.” I leaned over her and whispered “Well now you have.” Leslie pulled me close to her and forcefully kissed me shoving her tongue into my mouth. “Thank you Daniel I needed that.”….”You have my number, anytime…anyplace ….call me.”

PART 2

Leslie looked at me “What do you mean call you? You aren’t leaving yet are you?” “No I will stay if you want me to.” Leslie grabbed her cellphone and called my mom

“Hey Terri, um it looks like Daniel is staying the night.”
“No, he’s fine…I think I over worked him”
“No, no he’s fine. He just fell asleep on the couch.”
“No, I don’t want to wake him up. I’ll just put a blanket over him.”
“Yeah I know, he is a grown adult and doesn’t have to report to you. I just thought as a courtesy I would let you know.”
“Okay hun, talk to you tomorrow, bye”

(f26) Sucking and fucking my bf (m21) while he games with his friends

Not too long ago I decided to surprise my boyfriend while he was gaming with his friends. I walked in and told him to take it pants off. He did and sat back down in his computer chair and continued gaming while I started sucking his dick. He was having a hard time focusing and I could hear his friends yelling at him because he was in the middle of some kind of battle and just stopped playing. I didn’t realize his friends could hear us until after.
Right now he’s currently in the other room. My panties are soaked because I’m getting myself wet thinking about going in there and fucking him while he tries to play his game. Should i?

Cock sucking poem [str8]

My wife allowed me to post her poem she wrote for me about sucking cock. Hope you enjoy it as much as I did!

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Licking that first juice that seeps out
I’ll lick it all up, there is no doubt

Going up and down
And licking all around

I suck hard and you let out a moan
I smile to myself as I hear you groan

Sucking harder and faster,
I pick up the pace
Letting the spit flow off of my face

You’re getting close,
I feel your growth swell
When it’s time to go deep, I can always tell

Then you let out a gasp
As your cum hits my throat
I feel satisfied that the dragon was smote

Your body relaxed and the job is done
I know you’ll reciprocate when the time comes

I clean myself up and go to bed
God, I just love giving you head

Gentle Persuasion MF straight

We’d both tried, and this time it was me that stepped forward, but about something entirely else. You were kneeling down loading clothes in the dryer, when you noticed me standing beside you… and there was that bright look, like “What’s up?” I told you “I want to do something really special for you.” Suddenly you stood and melted in to me, and with a quick peck, you said “And I want to do something for us. Meet me in the bedroom in an hour, and let’s discuss it”

15 minutes later, you came through with 2 stiff drinks, handed me one and said “get this down you before you come in.” and continued to rush around surrounding the bed with everything we needed including snacks. The urge to merge rose to the point that we were undressed and in bed 10 minutes later. As your finger trailed over my chest, you said “Let’s get this done, and do it again.” You were aggressive, and I closed my eye’s to keep up. It was very short and satisfying for both, then the ‘over with’ part returned, and you went to work.

Giving him what he begged for (MF, F first person, anal, fiction)

I know what my husband wants from me. It’s not a secret that he craves my ass. I feel it every time I sit on his face, as his tongue buries deep inside of me. I feel it in the way he traces his finger along the rim of my asshole. But I sigh, I inhale sharply every time, and discourage him. There’s always some reason to not do anal, some excuse that I give him–but the true reason is that I’m afraid. My husband’s cock is not enormous, but I know that it will hurt. I’m scared. So I slide him into my pussy or take him into my mouth instead, keeping him satisfied and ignoring my anxieties.

This fear of anal doesn’t make any more sense to me than it does to my husband. It’s not like we’re anal virgins. We have found anal success before, including one memorable afternoon where he bent me over and pounded my ass until I came six or seven times. It was some of the best sex I’d ever had, until my fear and anxiety started to make me wonder *why* I had loved it so much, *why* I didn’t want to do it again. Since then I’ve never been able to enjoy anal. But I know my husband wanted more, wanted that tight, soft hole again. I bought some lube, and a few butt plugs in different sizes, and started to practice on my own.

My Bedroom Window (M 20) And Mrs. Bennette’s Bedroom Window (F 40)

Mrs. Bennette is my neighbor ever since I was born. Her and her husband moved in next door a year after my parents bought our house. A year later her husband passed away. I don’t know the details though. Last year, during the summer with the lockdown going on I spent most of day in my room reading. And would go to bed after a while. I was sitting on my front porch reading and Mrs. Bennett leaned over her porch railing and said “Daniel I want to talk to you.” “Yeah Mrs. Bennett. what’s up?” “No Daniel, come here I want to talk with you…NOW” The tone in her voice told me I better get my ass over there so I put my book down and walked over to her porch steps. “Come inside with me I want to talk with you.” I walked up her porch steps and went inside. I had been in her house hundreds of times before so it was nothing new. I sat on her couch and said “What’s up Mrs. B?” “Daniel I know what you are doing.” “Uh…reading a book?” “No Daniel. I know you have been watching me.”
“What do you mean Mrs. B?”
“Don’t act innocent with me. I have known for several months now. I know you watch me through your window when I go in my room.”
“Wha..Wait..huh? What are you talking about Mrs. B?”
“Every night when I go in to my room to change, Your bedroom light goes out or is already out. And have seen your bedroom shades and curtains move. Not every night though. But it happens a lot. You have been trying to spy on me.”
“Mrs. B I swear, I am not trying to do anything. I didn’t even know your bedroom was across from mine.”
“Daniel, come be honest with me. I didn’t want to embarrass you in front of your parents. Just admit it.”
“Mrs. B. I swear to god I have no clue what you are talking about.”
“If it’s not you, then why do your shades and curtains move when I am in my room? I’ve even snuck into my room and seen you changing into your sweat pants. Then your light goes out. I know you are looking in my window jerking off. I even have video of your curtains and blinds moving when I am in my room. Six seperate nights.”
“Okay Mrs. B. Let’s see it.”

degrade me all you want but it’s probably the biggest knotty fantasy i have! [F]

so i’ve had this fantasy for a long time and i can’t believe i’m finally admitting it to the world so here it goes. so i’ve had this fantasy of like being tied to to a busy dog park bench on all 4s and just being used and knotted by all the owners and their dogs for an entire day as ppl circle me and video it oh how humiliating, exciting and painful that experience would be. that’s pretty much it ?? feel free to talk about it…

New Toy [M] [f]

Hey everyone..

This is my first ever story that I wanted to share with you all. It has elements that are loosely based on my real life encounters.

Part 1: The Set Up

Samantha was an easy hire for Rick when she came in for her first interview with the firm. Rick always hired on looks over smarts, especially when it came to an introductory job right out of college. She was a true blond goddess, one of those girls you’d see at the bar and know you have zero chance of landing. She had the perfect length of long golden hair, perfect full breasts and an ass that was to die for. After she was hired Rick had her sit just outside his glass windowed office, where she performed minor tasks for him throughout the day. Setting his appointments, answering the telephone/faxes. Rick always loved that he could sneak a peak of her with ought her knowing.

A day at the beach with some friends

So heres something that happened last summer. I [33F] had a planned trip to go with some friends to a beach along the eastcoast. My husband wasnt interested and had other plans so he didnt join in.

One of my friends “D” [35M] was there along with his wife and son. So D and I at the time have known each other for a few months. We were introduced to each other by a mutual friend and we have this love for beaches. So weve gotten along pretty great and became good friends.

So here we are at this beautiful beach with my group of friends. We are all just kinda scattered around and have had a few drinks. Some of the friends decided to call it a day, D’s wife and son also headed out, but he stayed. A few of us wanted to see the sunset. So theres 6 of us left.

3 of the friends decided to walk to this pier. I was sitting on the beach debating with D and another friend about Noah’s ark. We kinda had some fun about that topic going back and forth. Told them guys i was going for a swim and joked to come look for me if i dont return.

Judy’s Magic Touch [MF] [Massage][Happy Ending][Prostate Massage][Asian Massage Parlor]

Asian massage parlors, also known as “AMPs” in America, had a certain reputation that I had always heard about, but was never brave enough to experience personally. The saying was that many of those places were a front for human trafficking and prostitution and that various sexual favors could be had there if you were trusted enough to be offered the services.

The topic of those parlors had come up among a group of friends at a party many years ago. Some of these guys were regular visitors to AMPs, some had been a few times and then there was me and another guy who had never been to one. Our friends gave both of us a hard time about not having been to one or they thought we were lying to them about it. I don’t know about the other guy, but I had really not been to one. The guys that were regulars said they went for the “extra” services and they each had two or three different places that they would frequent. The other guys were visiting the places for the same services, but they just didn’t go as often for one reason or another.