I’m a busy guy so I tend to try and combine activities. I swim at our community pool three days each week for exercise. I also shower there and jerk off. Three birds one stone. Last month, when I went to take a shower after a swim, the pool attendant was sunbathing in the nude in the men’s dressing area. I swim early and it’s usually just the two of us there. The men’s dressing area has high walls and no roof. The showers are along the west wall, the sun shines full on them at that time. She had her eyes closed and headphones in so I guessed she didn’t notice me enter. Her pale skin and bright red hair dazzled in the golden light. Her nipples made stiff by the cold morning air. I selected a showerhead which gave me a good vantagepoint and took my normal shower. I was cleaning off my dick when I decided that, fuck it, I’m jerking off. I always jerk off after exercise. I wasn’t going to skip it because the 20 year old pool attendant was sunbathing 6 feet away. So I started to slide my soapy hand up and down my shaft. My heart was thundering in my chest as I worked my pole. I was terrified that she would look over and run screaming. Then the most amazing thing happened. I clearly saw her hand lift up and then trace a line down her stomach before dropping between her legs. I was so shocked I stopped stroking myself. Then her other hand lifted up and began kneeding her breast and pinching her nipple. I got back to jerking off, more turned on than ever. We both did our thing for a while. I would have finished but I intentionally slowed down to keep pace with her. Her mouth fell open and I could see her chest start to heave. She turned her face in my direction and opened her eyes. She smiled and then her mouth made an O while her thighs quivered. I spurted cum all over the tile in front of me. She kept her eyes fixed on me as we both rode the waves of pleasure. When it was over she turned her face back to the sky and closed her eyes. I finished my shower and left.
Category: sexystories
A Night of Passion by the Racetrack [MF]
I pulled up next to her in my bright red Ferrari, looking out the window as I admired her hourglass figure and cascading golden-blonde hair. We locked eyes, and she sauntered slowly over to me.
“Is that the new Ferrari 488 Pista coupe?” she asked, her eyes gazing longingly over its impressive arched roof and wing spoilers, with powerfolding side-view mirrors adorning it.
“You have a good eye,” I said. “The new 488 Pista sets a new standard on the track. Going nought to sixty in an incredible 2.7 seconds, that makes it faster in a drag race than a Lamborghini Murciélago available at at a higher price point. Its twin turbocharged 3.9-liter V8 engine generates an incredible 711 horsepower and 567 lb-ft of torque. On the track, it’s an absolute monster, but with such amazingly smooth suspension, you’d never know how much sheer power is packed into this engine.”
“So we know it’s fast on a straightaway,” she purred seductively, locking eyes with its automatic projector-beam LED headlights, “But can it handle corners?”
Making a Perfect Wife [Str8 bd Mdom fsub] PT1 The Beginning
This is the first piece I’ve written and posted publically so please bare that in mind. Any feedback positive or negative (constructive please) then go ahead.
I hope you enjoy
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It’s Saturday afternoon, you’re off and at home watching tv. Lazing around in your comfy grey sweats and a plain white tee. You rarely get a saturday off so you know I have something planned. Your tingling just thinking about what the evening and night has in for you… it’s the first time you’ve agreed to complete control weekend. It was one of the stipulations when we agreed to date. It’s still early days, but there’s something about this relationship that intrigues and excites you. This could be perfect.
Chilling out mind wandering and brought back to reality When there’s a knock at the door. A courier hands you an envelope. Inside it is some money and a small key and a note. nothing else. Following instructions on the note You put on a tiny black thong black bra tight jeans white top and black high heels and leave the house. Your definitely slightly out of place on the bus into town, but you know that’s the point.
Seduced the neighbor’s son [Fm] [milf] [fuckin’]
Alyssa Weng was at peace. It had been a long, stressful day, but it was over now. She was alone in her apartment snuggling into her warm, cozy couch, drinking a bottle of Petite Sirah, quietly fingering herself. She was enjoying the warmth of the wine and masturbation as she flipped through clips of hot surfer dudes when her phone buzzed in her hand.
The message preview popped up, it was her neighbor. Alyssa and Suzanne were friendly enough, but at very different places in their life — Suzanne was only a few years older, but with two nearly adult children — and they only ever texted to coordinate neighbor things. Annoyed by the interruption, but too responsible to ignore the message, Alyssa clicked into it.
“Sorry my moron son locked himself out and I’m out of town. You have spare key?”
Just as Alyssa finished reading it, there was a knocking on her door.
Hanging in the hotel (part 2: the sale)
Sharon was picked up and taken off her hanger, the underwear stayed jammed up her ass and tightly pushed against her pussy. She was carried in a firemans lift to a cage, which had another girl lying on her back in. The man put Sharon on her feet and instructed her to lay over the girl so that she had her head between her legs, the girls blue underwear had slipped between her lips and she was whimpering quietly. Someone pushed Sharon’s head down so her mouth was smushed against the girls wet crotch and then the cage was slammed shut, locked by a padlock and the girls were trapped.
The cage was sat on a bellhop trolley and a sheet was thrown over it before the two products restrained products were wheeled away. The sound of a lift door closing filled Sharon’s ears as they were sent up to the top floor of the hotel. The girls felt movement and when the sheet was removed, they found themselves on top of a stack of cages, which all had 2 girls in.
A Primal First Date [FM] [BDSM] [PrimalPlay] [Brat] [Outside]
We spent the day together hiking my favorite trails, playing hide and seek along the way. Getting high off the thrill of hiding behind a rock or tree and listening to his feet crunch in the leaves getting closer made my heart race like a fox hiding from a hound dog, a very loud hound dog. Smiling and waiting for him to pop his head around and try to grab me as I slipped away giggling only to find another spot to hide.
Eventually he caught me with a firm grasp to my arm as I was trying to run away again. He’ll never know I let him catch me. I playfully try to pull out of his grasp. He grabs my arm tighter and pulls me so hard I will have marks on my arm for hours if not days. He tightly grabs my waist with his other hand and pulls my body against his.
Feeling his heartbeat and heavy breath from the chase against my chest excites me. His cologne mixed with the earthy smell he picked up fighting through the trees and mud to catch me are intoxicating. I feel a heat rise between my thighs as he leans close to my ear and says “You’re mine now”.
a sexual awakening…..out of my league
Not sure how to do this, but wanted to tell of an experience that awakened me sexually, followed by something I fantasize about, all wrapped into one, story if you will.
First off, a long time ago, I was afraid of sex. Growing up my parents never talked about sex. My Dad or Mom never gave me the talk. Most of my friends talked a big game, but thinking back, I am sure most of them bragged about stuff that they never really did sexually. Growing up in the 80’s, with the onslaught of Aids, it was a scary time. I was taught to be afraid of it, so I waited, pretending I was into it, but really I was just not very knowledgeable. It’s not like today, where if you don’t know what something is you couldn’t Google it. Or have places like this to genuinely ask questions etc.
Dirty Old Man Pt4 [MF] [MFFF] [Inc]
Part 4.
Harry opened the door to Monica, which her being here was something of a surprise. “Hi Monica, come in, come in.”
“Hi Harry. Sorry to bother you,” she said as she came through the door, “Just wanted to talk about this outdoor setting.”
“Okay,” he replied, “Come into the kitchen, coffee is on and I’ll get some paper and we can draw up some ideas maybe.” He sat her down at the table and went into his office to get some paper and a couple of pencils. Since finishing the bed, Harry was designing other things to make, maybe another bed, maybe other household items. He did have the idea of a hallway bench seat that had a shoe rack under it and an offset stand at one end for wet jackets and other rain gear. The trouble was that he had to be able to get rid of the things he made, otherwise they would just clutter up his home.
Coming back into the kitchen, he poured a couple of cups of coffee, putting one in front of Monica. She sipped it and said, “You always have nice coffee, Harry, thank you.”
Dirty Old Man Pt3 [MF] [MFFF] [inc]
Part 3
The thicknesser hummed as the wood passed though it. Wearing ear protection and a safety face shield was essential in the shop, as Harry knew. All machinery is inherently dangerous, so just be careful when it has sharp knives, pins or really rough surfaces, keep out of the way and it’ll work properly. A moments carelessness cost a lot of guys their fingers and some their lives. Harry never wanted to be another statistic so he always prepared properly and paid close attention to where his fingers were when working.
Movement caught his eye and he looked up. It was Rob, his son. Harry waved for Rob to keep out, but Rob knew enough to not pass into the shop while there was machinery going. The last piece went through so Harry switched the thicknesser off, killed the dust collector and waited a moment or two while they wound down. When it was quieter, Harry took his earmuffs and face guard off and said “Hi Rob, what brings you here on a Sunday?”
Rob stepped into the shop followed closely by Monica, his daughter-in-law. “Hi Dad’ and “Hi Harry.” “Hey Monica, nice to see you.” he nearly added the word ‘here’ but refrained.
Hanging out in the hotel
Sharon was sat in the back seat of the car, her hands handcuffed to each door, her legs tightly bound with her tights which were stripped off her before she got in the car and her mouth covered with duct tape. Her chauffeur slowly pulled into the high rise car park of the hotel, occasionally glancing in his rear view mirror, taking a good look up her skirt at her grey panties.
The bound girl was being taken to the monthly slave auction after being recruited as a whore. As the car pulled into a space, Sharon began to panic. Her driver got out of the car and two men got in, taking the cuffs off and dragging her out of the car and straight into a suitcase on a trolley. The girl was wheeled into a lift and the next thing she saw was a hotel room with 5 coat hanging racks in it.