I wait in my truck across the street. Contemplating what to do next. Is she enough of a dirty slut that she’d enjoyed what I did to her in the alley? Does she have any idea that I followed her home? Was that a boyfriend that pulled out of the driveway after she got home? She’s too young and and seems too independent to be married. Dip shit doesn’t even know she enjoyed being railed by a stranger in the street today. What is she doing in that second floor apartment I watched her go into? Is she going on with her life? Or is she thinking about the way my throbbing piece of meat felt pumping hot cum inside of her tight slit. She couldn’t be. I’m a stranger that just forced myself on her. No one is that slutty. Just the thought of the nearly impossible notion is making me swell up in my jeans though, and I’m starting to become ravenous. I start thinking about how I can gain entry. Once those thoughts cross my mind, I know one thing to be true. I will fuck this girl again. I have to now. I walk across the street and up the stairs. My first instinct is to check the window, but at a quick glance I notice that the front door is ajar. As I approach it I hear moans from inside. No fucking way. I push the door slightly open, and can see the silk skin of a spread leg in the light of the kitchen. I open further to see the sexy set of holes that I’d fucked merely an hour before. You’re rubbing my cum on your clit, obviously thinking about me fucking you, and pumping your fingers in and out. It sends me into a lustful rage. I’m standing in her doorway now watching, rubbing my now rock hard dick through my jeans. You’re too lost in euphoria to even notice that I’m there, which turns me on even more. I unzip and pull my cock out, stroking it in my hand. You’re so fucking hot and it has my balls contracting as I try to keep from cumming right there. The strain makes me grunt. Your eyes shoot up from your amazing pussy and you make eye contact. Startled at first, a devastatingly seductive grin crosses your lips. A similar one then crosses mine, and I open up our reuniting with a simple, calm, “Hello, Slut.” Then every bit of tension that has built from me watching you play with my cum rushes into my head with white hot lust, and I rush over. Not even letting you get up, I grab your head and shove my cock in your mouth. “If you want more of my cum you’re going to have to earn it, whore. Do you understand me?!” I say as I’m fucking your face hard. You try to speak but it’s mumbled jibberish, because as soon as my cock comes out enough for you to even make a sound, I plunge it back down your throat, getting turned on even more by watching your pretty neck bulge with every thrust as you adjust the back of your tongue to take every inch. But I want an answer, so I briefly pull out. “I asked you a fucking question!” Between trying to desperately catch your breath, you’re able to force out, “Yes, Sir.” “That’s a good girl” I say as I plunge back in and continue to fuck that pretty face, grunting because your mouth feels so fucking good. But I can’t take it anymore. I get down on my knees and flip you over on all fours faster than you realized was possible. I start licking your sweet pussy. Normally my own cum is nothing I’d have desire to have near my mouth, but I don’t give a fuck. I need that pussy in my face. I need to smell it, taste it, and let you know that it’s my fucking pussy to take. At least right now it is. I lick from your pussy up to your ass. And start massaging your asshole with my tongue, as I put my fingers in the puddle of our mixed juices on the floor, then shove them in your pussy. Pumping them in and out as I lick your ass. The throbbing in my dick has become too much to handle though. I straighten up and plunge into that tight pussy. Fucking you as hard as I possibly can out of the gate, using every muscle in my body to plow harder and deeper. I shove my thumb in your ass, and the fullness of double penetration makes you buck against me, driving me absolutely mad. “Ffffuccckk sir!! Fuck that feels good! I need your cum baby!” You say. “You want more cum? Fucking beg for it. Do you understand me?” I yell, grunting in between the words involuntarily. “Please cum for me baby! I want it again so bad. I want more of that cum in my pussy. Please!!” Your begging drives me over the edge and I start long, loud grunts and you feel me pumping an even larger load into your tight twat. From your little display earlier, I know that you obviously love playing with my cum, so after I’ve filled you I keep fucking. Pumping my dick into your cum filled pussy, pushing some out that runs down and over your clit. I pull my thumb from your ass so I can grip your hips with both hands and keep plowing through my own cum. “Cum for me, bitch. Be a good little slut and cum for me.” I reach under and grab one of those gorgeous tits, then use my other hand to rub your cum coated clit as I continue fucking you until you scream my name, “Uggghjhh!! Sir!” And your pussy spasms around my cock, milking every last drop from me.
Category: sexystories
My GF Sister’s Feet
So it all began like this…I was watching tv on the floor with a blanket at my new apartment, (not much furniture yet). My GFs sister, let’s call her Rachel, 21 years old at the time, came over. It was just me, my gf (23 years old back then), and Rachel, who by the way, had a boyfriend of her own. As Rachel comes in, she takes her shoes off, and she’s now barefoot. She joins me and my gf on the floor to watch tv, laying on top the blanket.
Rachel later asks her sister if she thinks her feet look ugly, and begins to compliment my Gfs feet. Rachel has her feet out wiggling her toes, describing them out loud, meanwhile complementing and touching my gfs feet. Rachel’s describing details like toe shape and length, arch shape, sole smoothness, all sorts of details. Rachel claims to envy her sisters feet and admits to being jealous. Honestly Rachel’s feet are far better looking in every aspect she described. Perfect arch, smoothness, well taken care of toenails. Rachel definitely cares about her feet, much better than my gf does, even though my gf has cute feet, and I’m sure Rachel can tell she has pretty feet even though she claims to envy her sisters.
Having sex with my Muslim girlfriend in my car .
I met my girlfriend a few years ago in community college when we were 20. When I originally met her she had never had a boyfriend coming from a strict Muslim family. 20 years old. 5’5 brownish girl. She has C cups but an ass that needs to be grabbed at all times due to how fat it is. She never dressed super conservative like her family but at the same time didn’t dress like a hoe. Definitely more modest for sure
I’ll skip the “fluff” but after a few months I was able to convince her to give me a chance. And shortly after that I began plowing her on a regular basis. Since I had taken her virginity we had sex all the time, except when it’s Ramadan and she’s fasting.
However. A few days ago that changed. 2 weeks in she told me she couldn’t wait anymore and asked if I’d meet her near her house since her family was gone to the mosque. I agreed to meet her at the park we usually rendezvoused at if she was in a hurry. She got in the back of my car and without even a greeting she started kissing me and sat on my lap.
One Trip Stand
This story is about me and Arunika. I met her in college, but ‘really’ got to know her when were single at 27. We took a trip to Mcleodganj, a hill station in India. The trip was filled with sex, alcohol and weed.
It’s a three part story, and posted in my blog – indiankink dot Substack dot com. I understand that it’s a subreddit for textual posts, and i cannot share links here. Writing the entire story here will be a pain because of the formatting and the many other links that make the story vibrant.
I hope you enjoy the content!
Swimming lessons [MF]
One hour each Wednesday evening, sitting in the cold, bleak car park outside the municipal pool while the kids took their lesson.
Always boring, until she started showing up too.
Now we studiously ignore each other, sending kids off with smiles and hugs before heading back with that entirely natural walk to where my car just happens to be parked near hers.
Except I don’t get into my car, I get into the back of her SUV. And by the time she reaches it too I’m waiting for her.
There’s time for a brief smile as her door closes, then our lips press together and tongues dance and swirl.
Her hands slip up and through my hair, and mine find their way to fumble with the buttons of her top.
The first time we did this my breath was taken away by the sight of her nipple through sheer lingerie, but now I pinch and twist with urgency and confidence, boosted by her moans into my mouth.
The first time I slid down and tasted her through mesh and lace she covered me with a Barbour jacket, but now she wears no underwear and my tongue finds heat and desire.
[transmasc/nb] [fantasy-flavored] [noble and knight] [cunnilingus] [strap-on]
Galan reread the same paragraph over and over, not digesting a single word of it. He was distracted. It was sundown and Ulrian was expecting him over in the main house. Some sort of high society gathering that he wasn’t invited to and yet the noble insisted. Galan entertained the idea of attending, even dressing in the handsome finery Ulrian selected and had tailored for him. He couldn’t see himself, but the fabric felt lavish and the green color of it was decadent—an expensive ensemble sorely wasted on him. Whatever fire that had kindle within him to outfit himself soon guttered out, and he picked up a book and reclined onto his bed, intent on reading but instead falling into a strange stupor of merely staring at the text and thinking many thoughts.
The door to his room opened and Ulrian revealed themself—clearly furious at having been stood up.
“That book must be so incredibly captivating my dear Galan,” they said, a bite in every word as they closed the door behind them. “You’re dressed and yet…”
Galan forfeited the book and sat up, offering a drowsy smile. “I appreciate you wanting me to go, but I don’t belong there. I think you on my arm would draw unwanted attention.”
[Str8] [bd] [bdsm] Hot date night for the books
My long time partner and I have recently started dabbling more into BDSM. Our sex has really evolved over the years, but I love that he always knows how to push my boundaries in the most delicious ways. I have to say, a recent encounter rivaled even the spicest of #booktok smut. Here’s a summary and recollection if you need ideas for a spicy night!
I started out blindfolded. Soft, dirty music playing as he led me to two folding chairs. I straddled between the two chairs facing away from me, my legs going through the backs of each chair. Slowly, he restrained each leg to the chair, and my arms were gently but firmly restrained behind me. Once properly restrained, I heard a buzzing sound. With my pussy hanging between the two chairs he teased me with a vibrator that was stuffed into a sex wedge pillow at just the right level to hit my clit but not enough force to make me come. He teased me like this while I sucked his cock. Hitting the back of my throat as he fisted my hair in his hand. So much anticipation but no release yet.
[M27] [Str8] Losing my Virginity on holiday while my friend fucks next to me.
TL;DR Finally losing my virginity at 19 on holiday while my friend fucks someone else on the bed next to me.
A couple of days before my 19th birthday, I went a lads holiday, there were five of us on the holiday and we were sharing two hotel rooms, I was in the room with only two of us. A couple of days into the holiday and my mate who I shared the room with, had taken a girl home every night and I’d fallen asleep to the sounds of fucking and moans, I may have even watched and wanked a couple of times but it wasn’t the first time I’d done that (look at my other posts on here)
My Wife Sucked Him to Save his Long Distance Relationship [FM]
Paul and I were driving. It was a warm summer day and the windows were half open, letting a cool breeze into the car. Paul, Anne and I had some vacation time and we’d had a good time as a group. Today was Anne’s first day back at work, so Paul and I had headed off to do some exploring.
The conversation was a little muted. The scenery was spectacular and the breeze through the windows made a bit of noise. We chatted half-heartedly about how much we hated the Star Wars prequels. We hadn’t talked about sex for the entire week.
After a while it got a little colder and we rolled the windows up. After a few minutes of silence Paul turned to look at me.
“Did Anne really think that I was flirting with Rebecca?” He asked. It took me a minute to figure out what he was talking about. Paul’s fiancé had been studying abroad for a while now. At one point my girlfriend, Anne, had noticed Paul taking an interest in other women.
“Yes. A lot. You seemed very in to her. We were convinced that you would leave Kim for her.” He was taken aback by the answer.
As Good As Your Pictures [First Person] [MF]
I’m wearing my best suit – midnight blue, tailor made, perfect. I adjust my cufflinks as I survey the bar of the International hotel. It’s the kind of bar where buying more than one drink necessitates a meeting with a Financial Advisor – expensive-looking drinks, expensive-looking decor, and expensive-looking people.
She must be one of them. I’ve never actually met her before. Just pictures. But oh, what pictures. We’ve been speaking for months. Well, messaging. As these things are prone to do, they began to escalate until one day I got a message saying:
“I’m in your city on business. I’ll be at the bar of the International hotel at 9PM. Don’t let me down ;) “
And there’s one woman in the bar who stands out, not just from the rest of the patrons but from the world itself. She looks amazing in a sexy. figure-hugging dress and I can see the outlines of her curves as I approach her from behind and put my hands around her waist.
I whisper in her ear, close enough that she can feel my breath on her neck as if I was kissing it.