My Slutty Step-Sister Kylie Part 3 [MF] [Incest] [Step-Siblings] [Anal]

The days that followed after I masturbated with my step-sister on her bed was some of the wildest in my life.

We had broken our rule, but partially. We found some ground that really was okay. If we were in the mood, one of us would be okay with masturbating next to the other, or at the same time, as long as we keep a distance. It was so exciting. It was so different. It was still a little uncomfortable at first but after a few times we both were used to it.

It quickly became a daily routine. The day after that first time I suggested we soil her sheets again and she agreed. We finished up in an hour, and continued whatever else we were doing. We then expanded our horizons to different settings. First, we thought it would be pretty hot if I masturbated alone in her bed, and she did the same in mine. We both came in the sheets of course, I slept in Kylie’s cum that night. After that, though, the next day Kylie finally had to wash her sheets so we just needed more ideas.

My Slutty Step-sister Kylie Part 2 [MF] [Incest] [Step-Siblings]

A month passed since Kylie and I had our drunken affair. The days that followed afterward were some of the most awkward I’ve ever had. We were both young, drunk and horny kids that had taken a situation too far.

I awoke a few hours after we passed out, it was about 10:00pm, my mom had gotten home and was treating herself to dinner and catching up on a soap opera. The first thing that rugged at me while I lied in that bed was regret. We both knew it was stupid and should’ve stopped it, but we just didn’t. The hangover brewed with my emotions mixed for a shitty set of days to come. My mom didn’t suspect anything, seeing as she was working a lot and was only off once a week. On one hand she needed the money; on the other she was just as bored as the rest of us.

Kylie and I barely spoke at all during these days. After I woke up that night I shut myself off in that room and practically lived there. I only left to use the restroom or to hunt for food. My days were wasted away playing video games or watching porn. Kylie, on the other hand, was taking the situation differently then I was.

The cuck, the wife and the wedding

To start with she had been flirting with an D sending nudes to people from back home, she’d been arranging to meet when she went back to her home town for a family wedding. I was logged into her Facebook and WhatsApp, and née her SC pass, so I was watching live when she spoke to them.

She had arranged to meet a friend, she’d always had a crush on at the beach. Before their was some light flirting, then they met they walked along the beach and that sat under a peir, she’d told him in text that she’d get her boobs out if he was lucky, which she did, they started making out and he grabbed her tits, she slide her hand down his trousers and tossed him off, she made him cum, then they cuddled for Abit, he invited her to a house party the night before she was due to travel home. And then she left to meet her family.

After the encounter they were texting all the time about what happened, what could happen at the party, and sending pics to each other. Need less to say I was angery but also very horny and I sat reading and wanking. It was so hot know that she was cheating.

Gotta love summer

Last week we had a couple of friends over at my place and the girl is 10 years younger than me and 14 younger than my wife. We were chatting outside and she had a short summer dress that was a bit revealing on the angle I was on.

At that angle I could see her shave pussy through, what I learned later, a very thin kicker.

Every now and then she would adjust and she noticed that I could see it – I couldn’t help not to look at it.

Anyways, her husband went to the Liquor store nearby.

She smiled at me and said: “Did you like what you saw?”

Before I could respond to it she was all over me. We went inside the house and fucked twice and went back to the backyard to wait for her husband to come back.

We chatted a little more and she kept showing it again.

Your new toy [D/s][Bondage]

“Eva!?” I hear your yell from across the apartment. Tossing my textbook aside, I jump up from the couch, practically sprinting towards the bedroom. I wrack my brain as I run, going through the last couple days in my mind and trying to remember if I did anything stupid. I open the door and it takes all my willpower to stop myself from laughing. You’re lying on the bed, naked, a broken mess of silicone which, unless I totally miss my guess, used to be the custom sleeve I got you for Christmas (“You know I do have to study at some point?”), in one hand. But it’s the expression on your face that kills me. The sad, pleading puppy dog eyes look ridiculous on you, especially since you’re the boss this week. 

“What happened?” I ask, mostly failing to hide a grin. 

“Well, I, um…it broke.” The badly hidden grin turns into a badly hidden burst of laughter. 

“It’s not funny!” You say, anger fizzling into a small smile. “Okay, it’s kind of funny.”

Climbing onto the bed, I cuddle in next to you.  

Movie Night With Him : Dutiful Housewife Story [MF]

*This story is the second erotic collaboration between [F]* u/LittleNaty *(Author/Model) and [M]* u/MrQuick83 *(Developmental Editor/Co-Author). We both hope you enjoy this work of pornography as much as we enjoyed creating it!*

Well hello. My name is Naty. Do you remember me? I told you before how beneath my shy, exterior there beats the heart of an entirely different 27 year old woman. A woman of desires…. of *hungers*. I work hard to conceal the fact that I am an insatiably horny slut who *always* wants to be fucked. John’s possessiveness has only made it more difficult to hide my true nature. I can’t tell him this, but I’ll share with you. As long as you can keep it our little secret.

Even after my last adventure, John never quite figured out that his dutiful little housewife has a constant craving for hard, throbbing cock. Oh, my dear reader, I needed it so BADLY one night. I was laying on our bed waiting for him to get home. Wearing nothing but a pretty black lace bra and panties, I awaited his arrival. When I heard him coming I had already been stroking my pussy getting it nice and wet for him when he burst into the room saying:

My slutty step-sister Kylie [MF] [Incest] [69] [Step-siblings]

My name is Jacob. I’m 18 years old, I just graduated high school a month ago, and the summer is as boring as it’ll ever be with my mom and stepsister. Little did I know, this was about to change.

We live in a middle class home in northern Georgia. My dad left my mom when I was five, and she married my stepdad four years later. I hadn’t seen my dad ever since- not that that’s a bad thing anyways. My stepdad is a 39 year old flight attendant so he wasn’t home very often.

My mom, 38, had gone through several different jobs since dating my biological father. They were two dumb, washed up and horny young adults that winded up having me when they just simply weren’t ready. She currently works at a bakery, making just enough for her and my stepdad to support us.

My stepsister Kylie and I got along pretty well. We were close growing up and then relationship just seemed to never die out until she went to college. She was one year ahead of me, and was back for summer break now finally getting to see me.

Prey [MF] [CNC] [Knifeplay]

He was staring at her from the back of the bus.

She had come on about 6 stops back. She was absolutely gorgeous. Long hair, pale skin, a black sweater, jeans and thigh high boots. Perfect. She sat down in the middle of the bus, probably because it was lighter there. She was wearing a headset… Looks like one of those new wireless noise cancelling ones. She seemed to be completely in her own world, oblivious to her surroundings. Like it was just her in her own bubble. She was staring absentmindedly at her phone. It was a dark evening..  Not uncommon for early fall. The bus drove further away from the bright lights of the city. It looked like it drove through a forest. The bus had passed his stop a while ago. He was fixated on her. He couldn’t stop looking at her. He saw her reach out and press the stop button. The bus slowed down, and she got off, putting on a big black backpack. She didn’t notice the dark hooded figure that slinkered out the back of the bus… And vanished between the trees.

Who Do You Belong To? [MF] [Public] [D/s] [cheating] [fiction]

This is a continuation of Owen and Kallie’s second encounter. It can stand on its own but you might be lost if you don’t read “Did You Mean it?”

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“Stand up”

“Yessir!” I say with a smirk, as I peel myself off of the hotel room door I’m slumped against. His eyes dance with amusement. Luckily, Owen enjoys my spirit. A glint of mischief flashes in his eyes as he steps back into the hallway from our protected alcove. He glances up and down the hall and then back at me.

“Take off your shirt.”
I blink at him and I can feel myself blushing as I realize what he wants. I bring my fingers to the hem of my shirt and hesitate, looking back at him.
“Problem, my sweet?”
“No,” I sigh, and then pull my baggy t-shirt up and over my head, making sure it catches on my tits as I do, feeling them bounce against my ribs once my shirt releases them.

I drop my shirt to the ground next to where my phone is sitting and look at him. His gaze is firmly fixed on my tits and the corners of his mouth turn up just a bit.

Jane [Masturbation, Fiction but based on true events]

Her name was Jane and I had known her for as long as I could remember. Our parents were good friends with each other, and they went out together on a regular basis and, as we lived quite a distance from each other we often stayed at each other’s houses overnight.

It was 1983 and I was a naive 16-year-old back then who had no experience with girls at all. She was 19 and to me the most beautiful woman in the world. Of course, I had raging hormones (I still do) and I lusted after her like you wouldn’t believe. In hindsight I’m sure I wasn’t subtle, but I thought at the time that she never saw the furtive looks I gave her as we spent time together. If I was lucky, I would get a glimpse down her top at a bit of lacy bra or for me the jackpot was a brief look at her panties under her skirt. These fleeting images would fuel my fantasies as I would masturbate incessantly once I was alone.