Fuck the Police 3: Dirty Cop [Str8] [MF] [Mdom] [mast] [nc] [preg]

Karen wasn’t sure how long she slept.  She awoke still cradled in in the arms of the man who assulted her.  He seemed to be sleeping soundly beside her.  She felt dirty.  The feeling consumed her as she sowly worked herself free of the man and snuck out of the bed.  Tip-toing over to the bathroom she silently closed the door behid her. 

The bathroom was simple. There was not much beyond sink, a toilet, and a combination tub shower.  She hurried over to and turned on the shower, and waited for the water to heat up.  She felt grimy, oily, and sweaty.  While she stood there she began to feel something begin to drip down her legs.  Instinctively she reached down, and felt the viscous cum leaking from her.  It was still warm, kept so deep inside her.  Now that she thought on it she could feel more of it inside her.  Something passed though her mind, something she refused to admit as shook away the thought and stepped into the shower.

First Time [MF][Str8]

I lied to her.

We had been dating for a few weeks and it was very exciting for me. I was nineteen, awkward, inexperienced — so much so that I had never even kissed someone before. I don’t know where I found the courage to ask her out in the first place. She was a beautiful red head; had thick muscles from years of playing soccer; smart as a whip; and incredibly social and funny. I met her at work, a restaurant chain, and she was the new girl. Something in me found the confidence to ask her out and she accepted right away. I was shocked, but also completely unaware of how people perceived me. I’m 6’2”; dark hair; green eyes; athletic build. I thought that my awkwardness was my defining characteristic, but she only saw a funny guy with a cute smile.

I had organized a night of dancing with my friends — nerds that we were, we had gotten big into swing dancing at the time and made big events out of it. She was my date and the whole experience blew her away. What I saw as a nerdy night out to her was a night of dinner, dancing and laughs. She was hooked and I knew it.

The Stocks Part 1: Getting Caught [Mf] [Oral] [Milk]

‘Did you hear?’

‘What?’

‘Cath’s back in the stocks again’

‘Aha that fat, greedy whore’ Sam chuckled

‘I know, caught stealing milk right from a farmer’ George explained

‘What was it last time, bacon or something?’

‘Probably sausages…’

Sam burst out laughing and tried to add on to the joke, ‘she loves any kind of meat!’

‘I sometimes wonder if she gets caught deliberately’

‘Nah she just runs too slow!’

*2 Hours Earlier*

Sitting in the empty barn, Catherine took a long, refreshing gulp straight from the bucket of milk. It was mildly warm and left her with creamy moustache. Some dribbled down her chin and dropped into her cleavage. Her breasts were huge and pressed again her white dress. Her dark brown hair dangled over her chest and back. She had grown up in an era of famine and strict conservative values. After losing her parents to illness, she had left her village and gone in search of what she had been denied. Finding herself many miles from home, she had been taken in by a friendly innkeeper. She worked in exchange for a room above the inn, but didn’t received any money. This is when she started to steal food. A little at first, the leftover pastry from a patron’s pie, a scrap of chicken from the kitchen. But then she became more bold. Which is how she found herself sitting on a bale of hay quenching her thirst from a bucket of fresh cow’s milk.

My New Breeding Partner Part 2

What a night! What I thought was a wife swapping opportunity turned out to be a major opportunity. My wife was being bred by my friend Andrew, but as I was breeding his wife she confessed she wanted me permanently. She wanted to be my new breeding wife and she was going to convince all of my friends’ wives to join my growing harem! I felt her touch on my balls and cock. She was gently caressing them and occasionally running her fingers through my stiff pubic hair. How long did we fuck through the night and when did we fall asleep? I don’t know but I was exhausted! I looked over and gently kissed Sherine on her lips. 

“Good morning,” I whispered. 

“Good morning,” she whispered back, “Last night was amazing,” 

I played with her nipples and started to suck one of them. I could taste her sweat, It tasted good to me. 

“Well, I think we’re ready for another go, I want you to cover me with your cum. I want Andrew to find me layered in your juice. I belong to you now.” 

From the beach house to my bed at 1am [FFM]

One late evening, I was swiping through Tinder.

I matched with a hot white guy, and we started talking. Turns out he was looking for a unicorn to join him and his girlfriend.

I was game.

He said he’d work on getting his girlfriend to say yes. Kept messaging updates. Got her in the shower with a glass of wine, etc. Finally she said yes.

At midnight.

They drove from their beach house to my place in the city and arrived about one.

We chatted just a bit over the rest of the wine. He put his hand on my thigh. He asked to kiss me. I asked to kiss her.

We had an amazing time.

My favorite part of threesomes is making women scream. At least four fingers, more if I can.

I had her screaming, doing gymnastics, Exorcist-crawling all over the bed.

As we were laying together afterwards, he asked her if she had cum.

“Yeah, like three times!”

He was nice and big and a pretty good lay, too, but I’ll never forget her.

As they were leaving, I heard her say to him, “Oh my god, HER HANDS.”

An ache. [str8 M/F]

(There are a couple private jokes as I wrote this with a certain someone in mind – I hope they don’t detract. I’d appreciate your constructive criticism. Thanks for reading!)

I try so hard not to think about you. But there is still such a deep ache, this yearning I can’t get rid of.

Fantasy consumes me throughout the day – when I make coffee, I’m making coffee for you. I pick an outfit because I hope the colors and fabrics will please you. The steering wheel becomes your hips. I think of a joke to tell you only to hear the much wittier reply you would have. I watch a pretty sunset and your elegant hand is in mine. My pillow becomes your shoulder. I feel myself smile when I think of you. It’s just so awful, this terrible, terrible longing.

But I like to imagine being alone with you, walking into a hotel room. Rushing into a hotel room, rather – the mad anticipation making us barely able to get the key card into the reader, how do doorknobs work?

This weekend: three nights, three guys

Three guys this weekend.

On Friday night, I had a new guy, Ben.

Before kissing: “You’re gonna teach me how to eat pussy, right?”

He did not need much teaching. His previous girlfriends didn’t appreciate head, and he loves it.

After a good fuck (during doggy style, he wanted to move to where he could stand up for better mobility) and great facial: “Could you sit on my face?”

Yes, sir, I sure can.

Boy loves the pussy. He did an amazing job.

Then another fuck. He came on my tits.

We cuddled and talked. He likes big butts because with small girls, doggy style feels like bone hitting on bone.

Then a third time.

Then he went home.

Saturday night was Mike.

Had to have a short talk with Mike. He stopped thrusting for kissy time. Literally dried me up. So now he knows kisses are for cuddling time and sex is for fucking.

Sucked him dry when he came.

Sunday was Allen.

Allen was interesting. No kissing. Very little thrusting. Hand-fucks like a lesbian.

He fingered me for forever, and I came so hard so many times.

Fucking my first guy [MM]

One evening, my wife and I were talking and she, out of the blue, said, “I want to watch you fuck a guy.” I shook my head like I wasn’t getting what she was saying and she repeated it, adding, “Up the ass, your dick in his ass.” We had been playing with guys before, I gave a guy, Paul, my first full blow job a couple of month before, managing to cover my face with his cum. She licked it off, which was surprising and I must admit, felt really weird but resulted in me getting blown by her. I still love it when she sucks my cock. She was never interested in being fucked in the ass. We did try it, but it has never been a feature of our sex lives together.

I knew Paul wasn’t interested in being fucked, so we had to look a little further. We advertised in the usual contact magazines we had then, and after a few weeks, we met up with a guy, a bottom. The kids were at their grandparents, we were hosting, and this guy turned up. Kevin was smaller then me, about 2 inches smaller, young, early twenties, and I thought was struggling a little with his sexual identity. Being bi- then was not something talked about a lot, it was one or the other, at least not until people like David Bowie came along and HIV forced the conversation.

[MFF] They called it “Torture Time”, it was anything but torture

I was so inexperienced at the time that the thought of being with two girls at once had never even crossed my mind. It was the early 90s and a much more innocent time before the invention internet porn. I was still jerking off to the lingerie catalog from Sears or a playboy when I was lucky enough to get my hands on one. I was so happy one girl was willing to have sex with me and I wasn’t sure anyone else ever would again.

It was the summer after we graduated high school and my girlfriend Emma (name changed) had decided to take our relationship to the next level and we had sex for the first time the night after graduation and the following weeks consisted of having sex all day while her parents were at work. It was that exciting kind of sex where everything is new and awkward. You’re exploring and learning and you never really get to have that feeling again. All these years later I still look back on that fondly.

[MF] Teasing story. Submission and non agressive dominance. My first story I ever written, need opinions and honest criticism!

The thing is I really enjoy all kind of foreplay, most important the one happening in the minds of two. On the other hand I am well-endowed and I get lots of attention coming straight towards my body. I’m not complaining but because of that I just like to steer the conversation towards something more, a flirting, mental foreplay etc.
So few days ago I was chatting with a beautiful lady and found myself having lots of fun just fulfilling her BD fantasy through writing. Never wrote anything like that before but I do now and I try to get even better! This was my message to a question she asked me. You can probably imagine very well what she asked me :)
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It makes me.. heh let me tell you about it ;)